[Kurt still couldn't believe that Rachel was now a 'he', but the poor wom---man, needed a hand. With a bag of (very fashionable) clothes under his arm, he knocked at the door and waited.]
[He should have known Rachel would come after him. She was the only person still on his side here. He glanced up from where he was sitting on the edge of the porch when she stumbled out the door.] I'm not going back inside, don't even ask.
You don't have to. [It was times like these that she wished more than anything to be female once more, unable to comfort anyone properly like this. Taking a slow step towards Jesse, she reached out to touch on his arm, holding her breath as she hoped he wouldn't pull away.] I'm sorry.
[It was times like these that he wished Rachel was still herself. She had a way of comforting him better than anyone else. But he didn't pull away from the touch because even in the wrong body she was still Rachel, and the only one on his side.] Why? You didn't bite me.
[Rachel shook her head, unable to stop herself from pulling her arms around his torso to tug him close and keep him closer.] You don't need to apologize to me, you know that.
[He wrapped an arm around her and frowned down at the bottle in his hand.] I just...felt like I should. This night was supposed to be about helping you feel better.
It was... kind of fun, right? I mean... aside from everyone in that room hating each other but me. [Rachel's shoulders sagged, and for a moment, everything felt normal.] How's your tongue?
I think you mean everyone in that room but you hating me...I don't know. At least I'm drunk. [He sighed deeply and looked back at her. She was like serotonin for him, calming him down and making the world seem not so bad. he shrugged.] It'll be all right.
[He's drunk enough, lonely enough, has been missing her for long enough, that he would probably take her up on that. Even if she's in a different body, it's still Rachel. But she doesn't deserve for that to be the reason he would kiss her.] You should be. That was so far over the line. [He passes her the vodka.]
[Rachel grimaces at the bottle for a moment before taking a slow sip, letting it burn down her throat.] He told me he'd try to be nice to you, and then this happened.
I'm trying. I don't know what else to do. It's like none of my friends care to see me happy. Not even Finn. [Sinking down onto one of the chairs out front, she buries her face in her hands.] Why can't they see you the way I do?
[He moves to sit in the chair next to hers, laying a hand on her back and pretending he doesn't miss her long hair.] You've done everything you can. I think...I could do everything right and it still wouldn't be enough. They want to hate me.
But this isn't fair. [Sighing, she rights herself again, dropping her hands in her lap, feeling lost.] Finn is going to think we're having an affair out here, you know.
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[Looking destitute, she slowly let go of his arm, wishing he had turned to look at her, taking her in his arms, done something.] Jesse, look at me.
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[It was funny, even in a different body, she still sounded the same when she was sad, and he couldn't help but obey her command.] I'm sorry.
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