fic: Taking Chances 6/??
Fandom: Glee/Devil Wears Prada crossover
Title: Taking Chances
Author: jt4702(JT)
Chapter 6
The moment Andy steps through the door with Nigel in tow, Rachel fishes out her phone to call Quinn.
“I didn’t want to repeat myself, so I hope you guys don’t mind being on speaker again.” Rachel says.
“Well, hello to you too, D” Nigel says arching an eyebrow.
Andy just laughs, knowing that once Rachel is focused on something, she deems pleasantries like a normal greeting to be superfluous. It reminds her a bit of Miranda.
“Oh, right. Hi guys.” She says absently as she hits speed dial for Quinn’s phone.
“Rach! Finally. I have been waiting all day for your call. I can’t believe you got me to promise to wait for your call. You owe me for that. You have no idea how hard it was to not call you the second I knew you were done. How did it go?” Quinn says through the connection once the phone is answered.
“Hey Quinn. Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to distract you from your studying. You’re on speaker by the way.” Rachel says with a sheepish smile.
“Hi everyone.” Quinn says to the room in general.
“Hey Quinn. How are you doing? Are you finished with your midterms?” Leroy calls out from the kitchen area.
“Ok I guess. I have one more exam tomorrow and I’m done until January.” Quinn replies dutifully.
“Ok, I better get back to making dinner before Nigel and Andy kill me for not letting Rachel talk. If I don’t speak to you again, have a Merry Christmas.” Leroy says once he notices the murderous looks he is getting from the other two.
“Thanks and Merry Christmas.” Quinn replies, remembering that Leroy was raised a Methodist.
“Spill already. You’re making a snail seem like speed freak with how long you are taking.” Nigel says.
“The audition went really well. I was a bit nervous, but I somehow managed to calm down. When I was done singing, I was asked some really odd questions about my song choices by the two members of the judging panel who were present. They talked for a bit and then excused themselves. I had no clue how much time went by because, did I mention I was a bit nervous? Anyway, after a lifetime and a half, the professors returned with the entire faculty of their vocal program. I nearly passed out when I saw them. I don’t even know how I managed to hear their instructions for me to sit down. Then, just out of the blue, they say something about my voice and I’m in. I have been accepted to Juilliard’s pre-college Vocal program. I just need to fill in some forms and pay the tuition.” Rachel says excited, pride evident in her voice.
The stunned silence is broken by Quinn clearing her throat. “I knew it, Rach. Congratulations. I told you there was no need to doubt yourself.” Quinn says in a raspy voice that clearly conveys her happiness and her sadness at the same time. Rachel picks up on Quinn’s emotions and immediately kills the speaker feature as she pulls the phone to her ear.
“You’re off speaker Quinn.” Rachel says without a backwards glance at the others in the room as she grabs her coat and heads out the balcony.
“Is she always this intense?” Nigel asks Andy and Leroy.
“Yes.” Comes the twin reply from the other two people in the apartment.
“Rachel doesn’t have a lot of friends, and the ones she does have, she treasures and treats like priceless heirlooms.” Leroy says to Nigel as he looks up from their dinner preparation.
Nigel doesn’t know what to say. It’s clear from Leroy’s tone of voice that the girl’s lack of friends is more proof of the bullying Andy had told him about a few days ago during their lunch.
“Quinn is Rachel’s best friend. They have a spotty history at best, but both girls managed to put their past behind and they have been inseparable since. What makes their friendship even more amazing is that Quinn was one of those people who were less than nice to her. They’ve both made mistakes, but they managed to move past them and forge the kind of friendship most people hear about, but never experience.” Andy continues the story in order to give Nigel a little more background. “What you just saw was Rachel sensing her friend in distress so the rest of the world ceases to exist in order for her to make things better. Once Rachel considers you a friend, heaven help whoever tries to hurt you.” She finishes as she goes to the kitchen to help Leroy finish dinner.
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“I really am happy for you, but at the same time I feel like shit because my best friend is leaving.” Quinn says fighting tears. The unspoken ‘me’ hangs heavily in the air between them.
“Oh Quinn. Don’t be sad. I told you already that you won’t be able get rid of me that easily. You might be spared of seeing me on a daily basis, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t pester you electronically. I would never willingly leave you.” Rachel says fighting tears of her own.
“I know. Thank you, by the way.” Quinn says smiling a bit.
“You won’t be thanking me once you realise just how much I plan to be in touch with you.” Rachel says feeling a bit better.
“Not that, silly. Thank you for not insulting my intelligence and saying that you still haven’t decided or that you’re waiting for Dalton or something ridiculous like that. We both know that you will be in New York next summer to attend Juilliard, high school to be determined.” Quinn says serious.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Because of you, I now feel guilty whenever I chuckle at a blonde joke, or even find one amusing, let alone bring myself to tell one.” Rachel says with affection evident in her voice.
“I’m trying to be serious here, Berry.” Quinn says trying to sound irritated, but failing miserably.
“I know. I’m just trying very hard not to cry because you’re upset, and I’m here, and you’re there and if I break down in tears I won’t have my soft-boiled egghead to cuddle to and to make me feel better. And it’s all messed up because I should be ecstatic about Juilliard, but knowing it’s causing you to be sad is making me sad.” Rachel says, tears once again filling her eyes and threatening to spill.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I am not a soft boiled egghead.” Quinn says in mock irritation, hoping to stem the tears she knows are in the brunette’s eyes, and therefore stop her own crying.
“Let me explain everything to you one more time. You, my dear Quinn are like a soft boiled egg, hard on the outside, but soft and mushy on the inside. Seeing as you’re the smartest blonde I know, and the only one giving me competition for the top sophomore title, that automatically makes you an egghead. It fits. It makes perfect sense. Just accept it and move on.” Rachel says feeling a bit better now. She can do banter and save the heavy conversations for when she gets back to Lima.
“It works both ways, you know. I don’t have my midget bear to hug either.” Quinn says through a bittersweet smile, knowing that this is in a way a preparation for what is to come. Once Rachel moves, all she will have will be phone calls, Skype, e-mails and text. Which a cynical voice inside of her is already saying that those electronic ways of getting in touch will slowly fade away to nothing once Rachel gets her bearings and makes new friends from her fresh start. It’s only the diva’s voice on the phone that snaps her from such horrible thoughts.
“I should feel insulted. I call you an intellectual and you return the favour by calling me a miniature hairy beast.” Rachel says trying to sound irritated, but instead, she sounds miserable because right about now, she would be pouncing on her friend to start a tickle war until they are both breathless with laughter. The thought making the first tear roll down her cheek.
“That’s because you are so huggable and cute.” Quinn says, voice thick with tears. “You have only been gone a few days and you will return in time for school to start in January and I already miss you like crazy. I can’t imagine how shitty things are going to be like once you move away permanently.” Quinn says, tears now streaming down her face.
“I miss you too. Once the audition was over and the meaning of the news sunk in, you were the first person I thought about sharing the news with, but you were still in school and I didn’t want to get you in trouble, because you know, that so deserved more than just a silly text. I’m sorry I did the whole speaker phone bit. I just didn’t want to tell the same story a third time. But you know that it’s only a matter of time before you can join me here. Just because I am a bit ahead of schedule doesn’t mean you can’t stick to the plans we made.” Rachel says once she gets a bit of control back.
“There is no guarantee for that, Rach.” Quinn replies sadly.
“Maybe not in writing, but the same talent I have for singing, you have for photography. I know that once NYU and Columbia see your portfolio they are going to be blown away by it. Combine that with your grades, and you are a shoe in for both schools. They would probably fight to have you as a student. The world of photo journalism won’t know what hit it once you graduate with top honours.” Rachel says into the phone.
“My dad still thinks it’s a waste of time to pursue photography. He is still pressuring me to go into something serious like medicine or engineering. We got into another semi-argument yesterday, after he saw me looking online for black and white film. This time, he went as far as to tell me he might not even help me with tuition if I choose to waste my time in college with some useless major and throw my life away as a result. I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for him.” Quinn tells Rachel sadly.
“There are always scholarships and grants. With your grades, Cheerios and Glee you should be more than ok for college even if your dad acts like a poopy head control freak by dictating what you can or cannot study as a career.” Rachel says softly.
“Thanks for your vote of confidence, Rach. It means a lot to me. But the truth is, most if not all scholarships are given to prospective students whose parents aren’t in the tax bracket mine belong to. Enough about me though. I’m supposed to be fussing and congratulating you endlessly and then move on to encourage you and tell you not to freak out about tomorrow’s admission exam. Then you tell me that I’m supposed to be studying for my midterm tomorrow and how I’ll ace it. By my account, we’re way behind schedule.” Quinn teases lightly.
“You goof. You are my best friend. I will gladly fall behind schedule if it means I get to make you feel better. Once that’s accomplished, we can resume to you fawning about me. I’m repeating myself, but you’re worth the praise. You are a very talented photographer and your work speaks for itself. I will do whatever I can to help you. Who knows, maybe by the time we’re both in our senior year and ready to apply for colleges, science will be advanced enough that we can give your dad a personality transplant. Or someone will invent an empathy pill and he’ll know to treat you better.” Rachel says in the hopes of lifting Quinn’s spirits.
“You know, I should feel insulted because I am related to the man, but I couldn’t agree with you more. Thanks Rach. If you were physically here, I’d give you a giant hug.” Quinn replies softly.
“I’ll take an I.O.U. with interest for now and collect when I return for school.” Rachel says smiling now and feeling better herself. She makes a mental note to research scholarships and grants when she gets a chance. There has to be a way for children from privileged families to get scholarships. She knows some families believe in self-reliance and refuse to foot the bill for them to go to school. Those same kids were able to go to school without drowning in student loans. There has to be a way.
“You got it. I’ll give you as many hugs as you can take. I’d keep you in my arms forever if I could.” Quinn says blushing crimson, unsure what possessed her to say that last bit out loud. “How do you feel about tomorrow?” She quickly asks changing the subject.
“I’d stay in your arms forever if I could.” Rachel whispers, her heart rate picking up. “And I’m not sure anymore. I’m nervous because I really want to attend Dalton. Their arts program is amazing, but I’ll ok if I don’t get in. I’ll look into the public schools here and see which one is the best suited for me and see what kind of paperwork I need if the school is out of my district. The temptation is there to study, but I admit that I will probably go nuts if I look at my notes one more time. After Daddy agreed to let me move here, I don’t think I could stay in Lima even if I had bombed my audition.” Rachel replies, wishing for the millionth time that Quinn were physically there with her.
“You will do just fine. Just like you did on your audition. Your grades speak for themselves and your extracurricular activities tell of a well rounded person. I don’t blame you for never wanting to return here. This town sucks.” Quinn reassures the diva.
“I know, but who knows what they think of McKinley’s quality of education. Because it’s all relative, you know. That’s why they have the admission exam. To see just how much I know and whether or not I can handle their course work.” Rachel says. “The town really is awful, but as long as you’re still there, I’ll always have a reason to visit. Soon, you’ll be joining me in New York, Quinn.” She adds softly.
“Thanks, Rach. We might live in the middle of nowhere, but we rank pretty high in the state of Ohio for the quality of our education. Trust me, Rach, you will do just fine, and they will be lucky to have you. And just so you know, it might have taken me a while to realise this, but you make this miserable hell hole better. I’m going to miss you so much when you’re gone for good.” Quinn says honestly.
“Thanks Quinn. You are the best.” Rachel replies but is unable to continue when Andy gently calls her in for dinner.
“I have to go Quinn. Dinner is ready. I’ll call you again tomorrow night. Have fun at Cheerios practice. Give the slackers hell so they know who their captain is. And good luck on your final midterm.” Rachel says.
“I heard. I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Thanks, and good luck to you as well.” Quinn says as she disconnects.
Rachel sighs and heads inside again, taking her coat off and rubbing her hands together to warm them.
“Are you ok? How is Quinn?” Andy asks gently pulling Rachel into a hug once she sees the look on Rachel’s face.
“Yeah, we’re both ok I guess. I am so happy I got accepted and just so you know, regardless of what happens tomorrow, I’m moving here. I’m going to miss her so much though. I hate that she is so sad about this. I know it’s silly, but it feels as if I’m abandoning her.” Rachel says as she wraps her arms around Andy’s waist and leans into the warmth of her cousin.
“You’re not. Everything will work out just fine. You’ll see.” Andy says kindly as they make their way to the small dining area.
Dinner proceeds with conversation about a bit of everything, but Leroy and Andy notice that the normally talkative Rachel is mostly listening and only speaking when she is asked a question directly. Both figure that things aren’t as great with Quinn as she has told them. Nigel, ever the observant man, excuses himself early, citing work the next day, which taking into consideration where he works and who his immediate boss is, it’s not that farfetched of an excuse. He bids everyone good night, and wishes Rachel good luck on her exam the next day. He can’t resist giving her some last minute pointers on her wardrobe, which at least draws a small smile to her face and a reply that it shouldn’t matter what she wears to write a test. Still, she promises to follow his advice.
“Is everything ok, Baby Girl?” Leroy asks Rachel once they’re alone.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m just tired and a bit on edge about tomorrow.” Rachel answers distractedly.
“Well, in that case then I’m going to call it a night and turn in early after I call Hiram and give him the good news.” Leroy says with a sad smile. Rachel used to confide him and tell him everything about her life. He knows that as one gets older one finds other people to confide in, but his baby’s reluctance to share has gotten worse since the Shelby debacle. Another reason why he regrets the way he behaved. “Good night girls. Sleep well and sweet dreams. I love you both.” He adds as he gives each girl a hug and a kiss.
“Good night Daddy.” Rachel says as she returns the kiss and hug.
“G’nite Uncle Leroy. Sleep well and good luck with Uncle Hiram.” Andy says returning the kiss and hug, throwing an apologetic look his way, feeling bad because she knows he can sense the turmoil within Rachel without being able to do much to ease it. And because she knows the conversation with Hiram won’t be an easy one. She has had her fair share of awkward talks with her mom and unfortunately, those two share the same stubborn streak.
Leroy quickly gets his things and heads to the bathroom and then back to the room, all the while wishing more than anything in the world for his daughter to confide in him, but sadly knows that the more he pushes, the more she will pull away. He pulls out his phone and calls his partner of eighteen years, and hopes that the last few days have given him a chance to think about the situation between them and his role in it. He sighs deeply as he waits for Hiram to pick up the phone.
Rachel quietly takes care of the dirty dishes, happy for something to do.
“Here, let me give you a hand.” Andy says as she squeezes around Rachel to stand beside her in the small kitchen.
“It’s ok, Andy. Why don’t you go get ready for bed or do some work? It’s kinda crowded anyway.” Rachel says with a smile.
“Ok, but don’t think you’re off the hook missy. I know something is bugging you.” Andy says as she gives Rachel a quick hug.
“I know, and I appreciate the concern. Meet you back in your room in a few.” Rachel says softly.
Andy quickly takes care of her nightly routine and joins Rachel in the kitchen again.
“How about you go get ready for bed now and I’ll finish off here?” Andy asks gently.
“Ok. Thanks Sunshine.” Rachel replies with a sad smile.
Andy quickly dries the dishes and puts them away to make it back the bedroom by the time Rachel is done.
“Come here little Hummingbird and talk to me. What happened?” Andy says as she pats the spot beside her and then opens her arms.
Rachel gratefully climbs on the bed and into the waiting arms of the person who has been her anchor for as long as she can remember. “Thanks for always being there for me, Sunshine.” Rachel says into Andy’s chest, holding on to her waist tightly.
“Anytime, Sweetheart. Now, spill, what’s bothering your pretty little head?” Andy says as she cradles Rachel to her and kisses the top of her head.
“Quinn’s dad is being a control freak poopy head again.” Rachel answers softly as she settles into Andy’s embrace. “Quinn was looking online to get some black and white film and her dad saw her search and it started another argument between them. Long story short, he wants her to go to college for something serious and even threatened to take away any financial help should Quinn follow her heart and her talent and majors in something photography related.” Rachel says getting angry just at the thought and her inability to do anything to help.
“I told her that with her grades and extracurricular activities she should be a shoe in for scholarships. But we both know neither Columbia nor NYU offer cheerleading scholarships and since she isn’t really going to pursue a career in music, a scholarship in that field is also out of the question. So in reality, all she has to fall back on are her grades. It’s so not fair because her parents are fairly well off and the odds of her getting a scholarship are so low that in order for her to go to school and pursue her passion she’ll have to do so through student loans and be in debt forever. And just because her dad is a poopy head.” Rachel finishes her rant.
Andy sighs and holds Rachel just that much tighter. Having experienced something similar when she gave up her shot at Law School, she can only understand too well what Quinn must be feeling. “Oh Rach, all I can say is that things will eventually work out. Does your school have a newspaper?” Andy prods, already coming up with some ideas.
“Yes, but it’s not very popular, because everyone thinks that papers are old fashioned. No offence.” Rachel says smiling sheepishly at Andy.
“None taken. Even though we are a newspaper, The Mirror does have its own website where we publish breaking stories. I was going to suggest having her join as the paper’s photographer. Whether it’s print or virtual, there is always the need for photographs to grasp readers’ attention. Have her take as many photography related courses that your school might offer. It would also help for her to take photography courses at the local college and of course have Quinn start thinking and working on her portfolio even now. For an art undergrad in both NYU and Columbia, her portfolio is just as important as her grades and SAT scores. She nails her SATs and has a kick ass portfolio, both schools will be fighting over her the same way Juilliard is making exceptions for you. There are academic scholarships intended for students in similar positions to the one Quinn finds herself in. She just really needs to keep her grades in the stratosphere in order to be competitive, but they do exist. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll research things more in depth together and we’ll find a way to help her. We have over two years for that.” Andy says reassuringly.
“Thanks Sunshine. You’re the best. I feel like such a lousy friend because none of what you just told me really entered my mind as possibilities. I guess I have been so spoiled and lucky with Daddy and Dad providing for everything that the thought of scholarships were always just superficial at best. It’s only now that I am finding what creeps Quinn’s parents are that I truly can see how lucky I am to have you all in my life.” Rachel snuggles closer to Andy.
She might have been a bit cautious of Rachel’s initial friendship with the Head Cheerio because of their not so stellar past, but if Rachel is capable to put their past behind her and welcome the girl with open arms and heart, then at the very least she will trust Rachel’s judgement. Knowing that the girl is going through something similar to what she went through while choosing her college major endears her a bit more to Andy’s heart. The fact that Quinn is one of the few people who openly defends Rachel in school has made sure that Andy will also do what she can to help the blonde.
“So you’re no longer mad at Uncle Hiram?” Andy asks softly.
“I was never really mat at Dad. It’s more the other way around. He’s the one who refuses to talk to me, though I admit I’m not making that big of an effort to talk to him either. He just hurt me so much with his words. I never expected him to say them. I am used to the miscreants from school treating me like that. From them, I expect the worst. When they deliver it hurts, but it’s not devastating because I know is coming. I know they don’t like me. When Dad said what he did, it felt like someone was ripping a piece of my heart out.
“Dad thinks I’m running away. He thinks I must confront my bullies, but I am so tired of always having to stand up for myself against the whole school, with the exception of a very small group. While Daddy and I were talking to you about our trip here and making plans, he would tell me I’m just being weak. He is sure that if I go to school with me ready to fight back that they will all miraculously stop. He said I am taking advantage of you and Daddy with my diva tendencies and that he should have never let Daddy spoil me the way he has.” Rachel says sadly.
“He doesn’t get it though. I went from wanting to be popular to just wanting to be left alone. I no longer care if they ignore me. In fact, I would love it they did because it means no more slushie facials and being on the receiving end of most of their jokes and all of their nasty comments. I just want it to stop because I can’t take it anymore. Since it’s not stopping any time soon, I just decided to start working towards my career early and at the same time save my sanity. I never stopped to consider how things might affect Quinn and knowing that she will be stuck in that godforsaken hell hole for another two years makes me feel like the most selfish, most spoiled brat under the sun. Maybe Dad is right and I’m nothing more than a spoiled brat that is constantly taking advantage of those around me.” Rachel finally unloads what has been weighing her down since she shared their plans with her fathers.
Andy stiffens at the words and it’s only the crumpled girl cradled in her arms crying softly that keeps her in place. Her first instinct is to get on a plane to Ohio and give Hiram a piece of her mind for uttering those words at Rachel. She takes a couple of deep, cleansing breaths in order to dissipate her anger since the last thing Rachel needs is the sight of Andy wanting nothing more than to kick her dad’s ass.
“Does Uncle Leroy know this?” Andy asks, already suspecting the answer.
“No. I can’t bring myself to tell him because I have already caused them to argue constantly and now they barely talk to each other. I know Daddy will flip more or less like you are right now and I’m sorry I unloaded all this on you. And now you’re caught in the middle. I really am selfish.” Rachel whispers as more tears fall from her and soak Andy’s tee shirt.
Andy ever so slowly and lovingly pulls Rachel up to a sitting position so she can cup her face. With her thumbs, she painstakingly wipes Rachel’s tears and making sure the girl is looking at her, she takes another deep breath to put her thoughts in order once again.
“Rachel, my little Hummingbird, you are not selfish. Not any more than the rest of the world. Yes, you are not perfect, but no one is. All we can hope is to reach our own pinnacle of perfection. We all make mistakes, but it is what we do after said mistakes that separate us from the less desirable people of this world. You have never intended to hurt others with your actions. If anything, you take on so much on your own just to spare the rest of us from pain. I am glad you trust me enough to tell me things. I am so glad that I get to give you a break from all the crap you have to deal with in Lima. I need you to know that I am agreeing to have you here because I want you here. I’m glad I get to offer you an out and a way for you to keep your sanity. Even if you weren’t having such a hard time in Lima, I’d still offer you a place here. No matter where I live, my home will always be yours too.
“Uncle Hiram is being a poopy head all of his own. He is wrong. You are not a spoiled brat. Sure, you have had things fairly easy because your parents have the financial means to give you a slight edge, but it is your talent alone that has gotten you this far. You are in the top five where grades are concerned because of your hard work. You were invited to audition for Juilliard before the rest. They broke protocol for you and accepted you on the same day because of your talent and hard work. They recognised that something that makes you special. I have no clue what has gotten into Uncle Hiram, but he is wrong. I repeat, you are not spoiled. You are so intense and driven that a lot of people mistake that as you being self centred, and that’s their loss. It is your drive for perfection that has gotten you where you are academically and artistically.” Andy says as she once again pulls Rachel to her for another hug.
“Thanks Andy. I love you. You always know just what to say. You are such a great person to know and have around.” Rachel says as she snuggles close feeling lighter and a bit better. “I’ll give Quinn your suggestions when I call her after my exam tomorrow. She’ll be ecstatic to know that she can get merit-based academic scholarships regardless of how wealthy her parents are.” Rachel adds.
“I love you too my little Hummingbird. Feeling good enough to get some sleep?” Andy asks gently.
“Yes. I do. Thanks Sunshine.” Rachel says as she reaches and kisses Andy softly on the cheek.
“Sweet dreams Rachel.” Andy replies as she places a loving kiss on her forehead.
Rachel is up by six a.m. and gets dressed for a quick run. She misses her elliptical, and the choice of working out in the warmth of an indoor setting, but she will gladly run in the middle of a blizzard if it means living in New York. She jots down a quick note and then grabs her phone and iPod and out she goes to repeat the same route she ran with Andy over the weekend. Forty five minutes of mindless exercise later, Rachel is back and feeling energised and ready for the world once again. She starts the coffee maker and then heads back to Andy’s room to grab a change of clothing. She takes a quick shower and is quite surprised to see Leroy cooking them all breakfast.
“Good morning Baby Girl. Did you have a good run?” Leroy asks as he flips a pancake up in the air.
“Yes, I did Daddy. Did you sleep ok? How is Dad?” Rachel asks softly.
“I slept just fine and your dad is fine. He isn’t talking very much. He is still quite angry with us.” Leroy replies sadly.
“Don’t worry Daddy, things will work out eventually.” Rachel says as she gives him a hug from behind.
“Mmmm you guys are spoiling me. I’m going to hate the usual stuff I eat once you guys return to Lima.” Andy whines as she serves herself a cup of coffee.
Breakfast is eaten in relative silence, with Rachel bouncing with extra energy. The adults sitting in front of her cannot imagine what it would be like had Rachel not gone out for that run earlier in the day.
“Gotta run guys. Good luck on your exam. I’ll see you later this evening.” Andy says as she gives them each a quick hug and a kiss.
“See you later Andy. Have a good day.” Rachel calls out as Andy rushes out the door.
“Thanks my little Hummingbird.” Andy calls back just before her front door closes.
Leroy calls for a taxi to meet them downstairs so they can make it to Dalton with plenty of time. He doesn’t want to risk a taking the wrong subway train and getting lost. He wants to make a good impression for Rachel’s sake.
They arrive at Dalton with half an hour to spare, so they have more than enough time to navigate the halls in search of the main office, which they find without problems and after introductions are made, Rachel is escorted to an empty classroom where she begins her exam.
Rachel finds the admissions exam to be neither difficult nor easy. On more than one occasion, she wants to pinch herself to make sure she isn’t dreaming, because really with Dalton’s fourteen percent admissions rate for new students, shouldn’t the exam be more difficult? She is done well ahead of the allotted time, so she forces herself to double check her answers. When she has gone over the paper twice, she gets up and hands the completed paper to the teacher overseeing the testing. She is then handed an exam booklet and is told to write a short essay on the topic of her choosing. Rachel quickly sits back down and decides to write about the history behind Broadway, a subject that she is extremely familiar with. If anything, she has a hard time keeping it short, but she manages and once again, with time to spare, she goes over her essay. When she is satisfied that there are no spelling mistakes and no grammatical errors, she hands in the essay.
After a quick tour of the premises, she is told that they will contact her between January and February to inform her of the status of her admissions. She is told that when they contact her with information has no bearing on whether or not she is accepted. After a few pleasantries, they bid the principal goodbye and exchange wishes for a happy holiday. This time they catch the subway back to Andy’s apartment because they have time to explore and Rachel says that this way she can gauge the best way to and from should she get accepted there.
After an uneventful but fairly long subway ride back, Leroy and Rachel explore the neighbourhood some more, since it is almost a sure thing that Rachel will be moving there sometime in the summer. The date of course depends on when Rachel wants to leave Lima. She tells her father that she will think about it and know more as the time draws closer because it also depends on Andy and when it is best for her.
Rachel is the one who is constantly looking at her watch this time. She knows Quinn has Cheerios practice so she needs to wait until that is done. Barring any eventualities, it means that Quinn won’t be available until around seven p.m. Rachel waits until seven-thirty to call to give the blonde time to eat her dinner. Quinn picks up on the first ring.
“Hey Rach. Well, how did it go?” Quinn asks directly to the point.
“Hey Quinn. It was surprisingly anticlimactic. I expected this tough exam, and it seemed like they just took chunks similar to our midterms and put them together so they covered all major subjects. Then I had to write an essay in which I picked the topic. I finished both with time to spare. They will notify me sometime between mid January to mid February, so until then I won’t know a thing. Andy and Daddy will also be looking at public schools just in case.” Rachel says still unsure how to feel about the whole process. “How was your day? How was practice?” Rachel asks.
“The usual. Wrote my last midterm so I actually have tomorrow off. Coach Sylvester was a nightmare as usual. Some of the seniors are still bitter I was named Head Cheerio so they tried to give me attitude. After today they won’t be a problem anymore.” Quinn says clearly satisfied. She might have had a slight fall from grace once the rumour she was pregnant hit the hallways of McKinley High, but soon enough she put everyone who dared challenge her back in their place, and as a bonus, she made a new friend in the form of Rachel Berry.
Rachel talks to Quinn about her conversation with Andy and relays Andy’s suggestions to increase her chances of being admitted and she also mentions scholarships that she can apply for. The talks of scholarships fall to the wayside because Quinn has to repress her desire to go ‘head bitch in charge’ on Hiram.
“Everyone at Glee has been asking why you went on break early. I told them it wasn’t any of their business. Finn is acting as if someone kicked his puppy and Puck is a bit pissy because you took off early without informing him. Be prepared for some sulky boys when you get back. By the way, when are you coming back?” Quinn asks.
“We’re spending Christmas with Andy, and we fly back to Ohio on the twenty-seventh. I want to spend New Year’s with you.” Rachel answers with a smile.
“You’re not staying in New York to ring in the New Year?” Quinn asks surprised.
“Nope. I miss you and I want to spend it with you, if that’s ok.” Rachel replies a bit insecure now.
“Of course it is, you midget bear. I miss you too. I am just surprised because I thought you’d stay there for as long as you could. God knows there is nothing to do here.” Quinn replies once she hears the slight quiver in Rachel’s voice.
They talk for a bit more and make plans to spend New Year’s in Rachel’s place because Quinn doesn’t feel like socialising with her relatives and her parents’ acquaintances and have a miserable time. She actually wants to have a good time this year.
“What do you want to do now that you are done with your audition, interviews, and exam?” Andy asks after Rachel is off the phone.
“I want to go shopping.” Rachel says with a smirk.
“More? I’m going to kill Nigel. Uncle Leroy is going to have a conniption because you’ll need a second set of luggage.” Andy whines, not really liking the idea of braving the masses now that Christmas is just around the corner.
“Not that kind of shopping, silly.” Rachel laughs at Andy’s reaction. “I did some research and I want to hit some vintage camera stores. I’m looking for a camera lens and some black and white film for Quinn.” Rachel explains.
“Ah. I see. Did you have any stores in mind?” Andy answers with a smile.
“A few, but they are scattered throughout the city. You don’t have to brave the streets with me though. I know you are busy, so I can just use my iPhone and google my way around.” Rachel replies.
“Don’t be silly, Hummingbird. If you don’t mind waiting a little, why don’t you come and meet me at The Mirror around noon tomorrow and we can grab lunch. Then we can go explore the city for those stores.” Andy proposes.
“What about work?” Rachel asks.
“Things have been pretty quiet at the paper. I just need to do some last minute edits and I can start my Christmas break early.” Andy answers with a smile.
“Great. Daddy already begged off, saying he has to catch up on his work, so it’s just the two of us.” Rachel answers happily.
Rachel is pleasantly surprised when Andy joins her the next day for her Tai Chi and yoga routine at six a.m. Andy just shrugs and smiles, saying she was planning on heading to work early to make sure she is done by noon.
“Only make enough coffee for Uncle Leroy, Rach. If you don’t mind, I want to try that crazy Chai latte you make every morning. It smells heavenly.” Andy says over her shoulders as she enters the bathroom.
“Sure. Want anything specific for breakfast? Rachel asks sticking her head in the bathroom.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just have a bagel and some cream cheese.” Andy calls from the shower.
Andy is out the door before Leroy is up. She leaves after giving detailed instructions for Rachel and of course only after a promise from the girl that she will be careful on her way to the paper.
Their shopping expedition is a success with Rachel buying a set of lenses and a few boxes of black and white film. The remaining of their time in New York is spent ice skating in Rockefeller Centre, visiting the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, catching a few shows with Rachel daydreaming that one day it will be her on the stage, and some more shopping with Nigel to Andy’s and Leroy’s chagrin.
The twenty-seventh arrives faster than anyone anticipated and as expected, it is a tear filled farewell with promises to keep in touch. The flight is a lot smoother this time, and it seems faster than the one to New York. Rachel cannot wait to see Quinn and the expression on her friend’s face once she opens the box containing her gifts.
TBC...
Chapter 7
Title: Taking Chances
Author: jt4702(JT)
Chapter 6
The moment Andy steps through the door with Nigel in tow, Rachel fishes out her phone to call Quinn.
“I didn’t want to repeat myself, so I hope you guys don’t mind being on speaker again.” Rachel says.
“Well, hello to you too, D” Nigel says arching an eyebrow.
Andy just laughs, knowing that once Rachel is focused on something, she deems pleasantries like a normal greeting to be superfluous. It reminds her a bit of Miranda.
“Oh, right. Hi guys.” She says absently as she hits speed dial for Quinn’s phone.
“Rach! Finally. I have been waiting all day for your call. I can’t believe you got me to promise to wait for your call. You owe me for that. You have no idea how hard it was to not call you the second I knew you were done. How did it go?” Quinn says through the connection once the phone is answered.
“Hey Quinn. Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to distract you from your studying. You’re on speaker by the way.” Rachel says with a sheepish smile.
“Hi everyone.” Quinn says to the room in general.
“Hey Quinn. How are you doing? Are you finished with your midterms?” Leroy calls out from the kitchen area.
“Ok I guess. I have one more exam tomorrow and I’m done until January.” Quinn replies dutifully.
“Ok, I better get back to making dinner before Nigel and Andy kill me for not letting Rachel talk. If I don’t speak to you again, have a Merry Christmas.” Leroy says once he notices the murderous looks he is getting from the other two.
“Thanks and Merry Christmas.” Quinn replies, remembering that Leroy was raised a Methodist.
“Spill already. You’re making a snail seem like speed freak with how long you are taking.” Nigel says.
“The audition went really well. I was a bit nervous, but I somehow managed to calm down. When I was done singing, I was asked some really odd questions about my song choices by the two members of the judging panel who were present. They talked for a bit and then excused themselves. I had no clue how much time went by because, did I mention I was a bit nervous? Anyway, after a lifetime and a half, the professors returned with the entire faculty of their vocal program. I nearly passed out when I saw them. I don’t even know how I managed to hear their instructions for me to sit down. Then, just out of the blue, they say something about my voice and I’m in. I have been accepted to Juilliard’s pre-college Vocal program. I just need to fill in some forms and pay the tuition.” Rachel says excited, pride evident in her voice.
The stunned silence is broken by Quinn clearing her throat. “I knew it, Rach. Congratulations. I told you there was no need to doubt yourself.” Quinn says in a raspy voice that clearly conveys her happiness and her sadness at the same time. Rachel picks up on Quinn’s emotions and immediately kills the speaker feature as she pulls the phone to her ear.
“You’re off speaker Quinn.” Rachel says without a backwards glance at the others in the room as she grabs her coat and heads out the balcony.
“Is she always this intense?” Nigel asks Andy and Leroy.
“Yes.” Comes the twin reply from the other two people in the apartment.
“Rachel doesn’t have a lot of friends, and the ones she does have, she treasures and treats like priceless heirlooms.” Leroy says to Nigel as he looks up from their dinner preparation.
Nigel doesn’t know what to say. It’s clear from Leroy’s tone of voice that the girl’s lack of friends is more proof of the bullying Andy had told him about a few days ago during their lunch.
“Quinn is Rachel’s best friend. They have a spotty history at best, but both girls managed to put their past behind and they have been inseparable since. What makes their friendship even more amazing is that Quinn was one of those people who were less than nice to her. They’ve both made mistakes, but they managed to move past them and forge the kind of friendship most people hear about, but never experience.” Andy continues the story in order to give Nigel a little more background. “What you just saw was Rachel sensing her friend in distress so the rest of the world ceases to exist in order for her to make things better. Once Rachel considers you a friend, heaven help whoever tries to hurt you.” She finishes as she goes to the kitchen to help Leroy finish dinner.
* * *
“I really am happy for you, but at the same time I feel like shit because my best friend is leaving.” Quinn says fighting tears. The unspoken ‘me’ hangs heavily in the air between them.
“Oh Quinn. Don’t be sad. I told you already that you won’t be able get rid of me that easily. You might be spared of seeing me on a daily basis, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t pester you electronically. I would never willingly leave you.” Rachel says fighting tears of her own.
“I know. Thank you, by the way.” Quinn says smiling a bit.
“You won’t be thanking me once you realise just how much I plan to be in touch with you.” Rachel says feeling a bit better.
“Not that, silly. Thank you for not insulting my intelligence and saying that you still haven’t decided or that you’re waiting for Dalton or something ridiculous like that. We both know that you will be in New York next summer to attend Juilliard, high school to be determined.” Quinn says serious.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Because of you, I now feel guilty whenever I chuckle at a blonde joke, or even find one amusing, let alone bring myself to tell one.” Rachel says with affection evident in her voice.
“I’m trying to be serious here, Berry.” Quinn says trying to sound irritated, but failing miserably.
“I know. I’m just trying very hard not to cry because you’re upset, and I’m here, and you’re there and if I break down in tears I won’t have my soft-boiled egghead to cuddle to and to make me feel better. And it’s all messed up because I should be ecstatic about Juilliard, but knowing it’s causing you to be sad is making me sad.” Rachel says, tears once again filling her eyes and threatening to spill.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I am not a soft boiled egghead.” Quinn says in mock irritation, hoping to stem the tears she knows are in the brunette’s eyes, and therefore stop her own crying.
“Let me explain everything to you one more time. You, my dear Quinn are like a soft boiled egg, hard on the outside, but soft and mushy on the inside. Seeing as you’re the smartest blonde I know, and the only one giving me competition for the top sophomore title, that automatically makes you an egghead. It fits. It makes perfect sense. Just accept it and move on.” Rachel says feeling a bit better now. She can do banter and save the heavy conversations for when she gets back to Lima.
“It works both ways, you know. I don’t have my midget bear to hug either.” Quinn says through a bittersweet smile, knowing that this is in a way a preparation for what is to come. Once Rachel moves, all she will have will be phone calls, Skype, e-mails and text. Which a cynical voice inside of her is already saying that those electronic ways of getting in touch will slowly fade away to nothing once Rachel gets her bearings and makes new friends from her fresh start. It’s only the diva’s voice on the phone that snaps her from such horrible thoughts.
“I should feel insulted. I call you an intellectual and you return the favour by calling me a miniature hairy beast.” Rachel says trying to sound irritated, but instead, she sounds miserable because right about now, she would be pouncing on her friend to start a tickle war until they are both breathless with laughter. The thought making the first tear roll down her cheek.
“That’s because you are so huggable and cute.” Quinn says, voice thick with tears. “You have only been gone a few days and you will return in time for school to start in January and I already miss you like crazy. I can’t imagine how shitty things are going to be like once you move away permanently.” Quinn says, tears now streaming down her face.
“I miss you too. Once the audition was over and the meaning of the news sunk in, you were the first person I thought about sharing the news with, but you were still in school and I didn’t want to get you in trouble, because you know, that so deserved more than just a silly text. I’m sorry I did the whole speaker phone bit. I just didn’t want to tell the same story a third time. But you know that it’s only a matter of time before you can join me here. Just because I am a bit ahead of schedule doesn’t mean you can’t stick to the plans we made.” Rachel says once she gets a bit of control back.
“There is no guarantee for that, Rach.” Quinn replies sadly.
“Maybe not in writing, but the same talent I have for singing, you have for photography. I know that once NYU and Columbia see your portfolio they are going to be blown away by it. Combine that with your grades, and you are a shoe in for both schools. They would probably fight to have you as a student. The world of photo journalism won’t know what hit it once you graduate with top honours.” Rachel says into the phone.
“My dad still thinks it’s a waste of time to pursue photography. He is still pressuring me to go into something serious like medicine or engineering. We got into another semi-argument yesterday, after he saw me looking online for black and white film. This time, he went as far as to tell me he might not even help me with tuition if I choose to waste my time in college with some useless major and throw my life away as a result. I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for him.” Quinn tells Rachel sadly.
“There are always scholarships and grants. With your grades, Cheerios and Glee you should be more than ok for college even if your dad acts like a poopy head control freak by dictating what you can or cannot study as a career.” Rachel says softly.
“Thanks for your vote of confidence, Rach. It means a lot to me. But the truth is, most if not all scholarships are given to prospective students whose parents aren’t in the tax bracket mine belong to. Enough about me though. I’m supposed to be fussing and congratulating you endlessly and then move on to encourage you and tell you not to freak out about tomorrow’s admission exam. Then you tell me that I’m supposed to be studying for my midterm tomorrow and how I’ll ace it. By my account, we’re way behind schedule.” Quinn teases lightly.
“You goof. You are my best friend. I will gladly fall behind schedule if it means I get to make you feel better. Once that’s accomplished, we can resume to you fawning about me. I’m repeating myself, but you’re worth the praise. You are a very talented photographer and your work speaks for itself. I will do whatever I can to help you. Who knows, maybe by the time we’re both in our senior year and ready to apply for colleges, science will be advanced enough that we can give your dad a personality transplant. Or someone will invent an empathy pill and he’ll know to treat you better.” Rachel says in the hopes of lifting Quinn’s spirits.
“You know, I should feel insulted because I am related to the man, but I couldn’t agree with you more. Thanks Rach. If you were physically here, I’d give you a giant hug.” Quinn replies softly.
“I’ll take an I.O.U. with interest for now and collect when I return for school.” Rachel says smiling now and feeling better herself. She makes a mental note to research scholarships and grants when she gets a chance. There has to be a way for children from privileged families to get scholarships. She knows some families believe in self-reliance and refuse to foot the bill for them to go to school. Those same kids were able to go to school without drowning in student loans. There has to be a way.
“You got it. I’ll give you as many hugs as you can take. I’d keep you in my arms forever if I could.” Quinn says blushing crimson, unsure what possessed her to say that last bit out loud. “How do you feel about tomorrow?” She quickly asks changing the subject.
“I’d stay in your arms forever if I could.” Rachel whispers, her heart rate picking up. “And I’m not sure anymore. I’m nervous because I really want to attend Dalton. Their arts program is amazing, but I’ll ok if I don’t get in. I’ll look into the public schools here and see which one is the best suited for me and see what kind of paperwork I need if the school is out of my district. The temptation is there to study, but I admit that I will probably go nuts if I look at my notes one more time. After Daddy agreed to let me move here, I don’t think I could stay in Lima even if I had bombed my audition.” Rachel replies, wishing for the millionth time that Quinn were physically there with her.
“You will do just fine. Just like you did on your audition. Your grades speak for themselves and your extracurricular activities tell of a well rounded person. I don’t blame you for never wanting to return here. This town sucks.” Quinn reassures the diva.
“I know, but who knows what they think of McKinley’s quality of education. Because it’s all relative, you know. That’s why they have the admission exam. To see just how much I know and whether or not I can handle their course work.” Rachel says. “The town really is awful, but as long as you’re still there, I’ll always have a reason to visit. Soon, you’ll be joining me in New York, Quinn.” She adds softly.
“Thanks, Rach. We might live in the middle of nowhere, but we rank pretty high in the state of Ohio for the quality of our education. Trust me, Rach, you will do just fine, and they will be lucky to have you. And just so you know, it might have taken me a while to realise this, but you make this miserable hell hole better. I’m going to miss you so much when you’re gone for good.” Quinn says honestly.
“Thanks Quinn. You are the best.” Rachel replies but is unable to continue when Andy gently calls her in for dinner.
“I have to go Quinn. Dinner is ready. I’ll call you again tomorrow night. Have fun at Cheerios practice. Give the slackers hell so they know who their captain is. And good luck on your final midterm.” Rachel says.
“I heard. I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Thanks, and good luck to you as well.” Quinn says as she disconnects.
Rachel sighs and heads inside again, taking her coat off and rubbing her hands together to warm them.
“Are you ok? How is Quinn?” Andy asks gently pulling Rachel into a hug once she sees the look on Rachel’s face.
“Yeah, we’re both ok I guess. I am so happy I got accepted and just so you know, regardless of what happens tomorrow, I’m moving here. I’m going to miss her so much though. I hate that she is so sad about this. I know it’s silly, but it feels as if I’m abandoning her.” Rachel says as she wraps her arms around Andy’s waist and leans into the warmth of her cousin.
“You’re not. Everything will work out just fine. You’ll see.” Andy says kindly as they make their way to the small dining area.
Dinner proceeds with conversation about a bit of everything, but Leroy and Andy notice that the normally talkative Rachel is mostly listening and only speaking when she is asked a question directly. Both figure that things aren’t as great with Quinn as she has told them. Nigel, ever the observant man, excuses himself early, citing work the next day, which taking into consideration where he works and who his immediate boss is, it’s not that farfetched of an excuse. He bids everyone good night, and wishes Rachel good luck on her exam the next day. He can’t resist giving her some last minute pointers on her wardrobe, which at least draws a small smile to her face and a reply that it shouldn’t matter what she wears to write a test. Still, she promises to follow his advice.
“Is everything ok, Baby Girl?” Leroy asks Rachel once they’re alone.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m just tired and a bit on edge about tomorrow.” Rachel answers distractedly.
“Well, in that case then I’m going to call it a night and turn in early after I call Hiram and give him the good news.” Leroy says with a sad smile. Rachel used to confide him and tell him everything about her life. He knows that as one gets older one finds other people to confide in, but his baby’s reluctance to share has gotten worse since the Shelby debacle. Another reason why he regrets the way he behaved. “Good night girls. Sleep well and sweet dreams. I love you both.” He adds as he gives each girl a hug and a kiss.
“Good night Daddy.” Rachel says as she returns the kiss and hug.
“G’nite Uncle Leroy. Sleep well and good luck with Uncle Hiram.” Andy says returning the kiss and hug, throwing an apologetic look his way, feeling bad because she knows he can sense the turmoil within Rachel without being able to do much to ease it. And because she knows the conversation with Hiram won’t be an easy one. She has had her fair share of awkward talks with her mom and unfortunately, those two share the same stubborn streak.
Leroy quickly gets his things and heads to the bathroom and then back to the room, all the while wishing more than anything in the world for his daughter to confide in him, but sadly knows that the more he pushes, the more she will pull away. He pulls out his phone and calls his partner of eighteen years, and hopes that the last few days have given him a chance to think about the situation between them and his role in it. He sighs deeply as he waits for Hiram to pick up the phone.
Rachel quietly takes care of the dirty dishes, happy for something to do.
“Here, let me give you a hand.” Andy says as she squeezes around Rachel to stand beside her in the small kitchen.
“It’s ok, Andy. Why don’t you go get ready for bed or do some work? It’s kinda crowded anyway.” Rachel says with a smile.
“Ok, but don’t think you’re off the hook missy. I know something is bugging you.” Andy says as she gives Rachel a quick hug.
“I know, and I appreciate the concern. Meet you back in your room in a few.” Rachel says softly.
Andy quickly takes care of her nightly routine and joins Rachel in the kitchen again.
“How about you go get ready for bed now and I’ll finish off here?” Andy asks gently.
“Ok. Thanks Sunshine.” Rachel replies with a sad smile.
Andy quickly dries the dishes and puts them away to make it back the bedroom by the time Rachel is done.
“Come here little Hummingbird and talk to me. What happened?” Andy says as she pats the spot beside her and then opens her arms.
Rachel gratefully climbs on the bed and into the waiting arms of the person who has been her anchor for as long as she can remember. “Thanks for always being there for me, Sunshine.” Rachel says into Andy’s chest, holding on to her waist tightly.
“Anytime, Sweetheart. Now, spill, what’s bothering your pretty little head?” Andy says as she cradles Rachel to her and kisses the top of her head.
“Quinn’s dad is being a control freak poopy head again.” Rachel answers softly as she settles into Andy’s embrace. “Quinn was looking online to get some black and white film and her dad saw her search and it started another argument between them. Long story short, he wants her to go to college for something serious and even threatened to take away any financial help should Quinn follow her heart and her talent and majors in something photography related.” Rachel says getting angry just at the thought and her inability to do anything to help.
“I told her that with her grades and extracurricular activities she should be a shoe in for scholarships. But we both know neither Columbia nor NYU offer cheerleading scholarships and since she isn’t really going to pursue a career in music, a scholarship in that field is also out of the question. So in reality, all she has to fall back on are her grades. It’s so not fair because her parents are fairly well off and the odds of her getting a scholarship are so low that in order for her to go to school and pursue her passion she’ll have to do so through student loans and be in debt forever. And just because her dad is a poopy head.” Rachel finishes her rant.
Andy sighs and holds Rachel just that much tighter. Having experienced something similar when she gave up her shot at Law School, she can only understand too well what Quinn must be feeling. “Oh Rach, all I can say is that things will eventually work out. Does your school have a newspaper?” Andy prods, already coming up with some ideas.
“Yes, but it’s not very popular, because everyone thinks that papers are old fashioned. No offence.” Rachel says smiling sheepishly at Andy.
“None taken. Even though we are a newspaper, The Mirror does have its own website where we publish breaking stories. I was going to suggest having her join as the paper’s photographer. Whether it’s print or virtual, there is always the need for photographs to grasp readers’ attention. Have her take as many photography related courses that your school might offer. It would also help for her to take photography courses at the local college and of course have Quinn start thinking and working on her portfolio even now. For an art undergrad in both NYU and Columbia, her portfolio is just as important as her grades and SAT scores. She nails her SATs and has a kick ass portfolio, both schools will be fighting over her the same way Juilliard is making exceptions for you. There are academic scholarships intended for students in similar positions to the one Quinn finds herself in. She just really needs to keep her grades in the stratosphere in order to be competitive, but they do exist. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll research things more in depth together and we’ll find a way to help her. We have over two years for that.” Andy says reassuringly.
“Thanks Sunshine. You’re the best. I feel like such a lousy friend because none of what you just told me really entered my mind as possibilities. I guess I have been so spoiled and lucky with Daddy and Dad providing for everything that the thought of scholarships were always just superficial at best. It’s only now that I am finding what creeps Quinn’s parents are that I truly can see how lucky I am to have you all in my life.” Rachel snuggles closer to Andy.
She might have been a bit cautious of Rachel’s initial friendship with the Head Cheerio because of their not so stellar past, but if Rachel is capable to put their past behind her and welcome the girl with open arms and heart, then at the very least she will trust Rachel’s judgement. Knowing that the girl is going through something similar to what she went through while choosing her college major endears her a bit more to Andy’s heart. The fact that Quinn is one of the few people who openly defends Rachel in school has made sure that Andy will also do what she can to help the blonde.
“So you’re no longer mad at Uncle Hiram?” Andy asks softly.
“I was never really mat at Dad. It’s more the other way around. He’s the one who refuses to talk to me, though I admit I’m not making that big of an effort to talk to him either. He just hurt me so much with his words. I never expected him to say them. I am used to the miscreants from school treating me like that. From them, I expect the worst. When they deliver it hurts, but it’s not devastating because I know is coming. I know they don’t like me. When Dad said what he did, it felt like someone was ripping a piece of my heart out.
“Dad thinks I’m running away. He thinks I must confront my bullies, but I am so tired of always having to stand up for myself against the whole school, with the exception of a very small group. While Daddy and I were talking to you about our trip here and making plans, he would tell me I’m just being weak. He is sure that if I go to school with me ready to fight back that they will all miraculously stop. He said I am taking advantage of you and Daddy with my diva tendencies and that he should have never let Daddy spoil me the way he has.” Rachel says sadly.
“He doesn’t get it though. I went from wanting to be popular to just wanting to be left alone. I no longer care if they ignore me. In fact, I would love it they did because it means no more slushie facials and being on the receiving end of most of their jokes and all of their nasty comments. I just want it to stop because I can’t take it anymore. Since it’s not stopping any time soon, I just decided to start working towards my career early and at the same time save my sanity. I never stopped to consider how things might affect Quinn and knowing that she will be stuck in that godforsaken hell hole for another two years makes me feel like the most selfish, most spoiled brat under the sun. Maybe Dad is right and I’m nothing more than a spoiled brat that is constantly taking advantage of those around me.” Rachel finally unloads what has been weighing her down since she shared their plans with her fathers.
Andy stiffens at the words and it’s only the crumpled girl cradled in her arms crying softly that keeps her in place. Her first instinct is to get on a plane to Ohio and give Hiram a piece of her mind for uttering those words at Rachel. She takes a couple of deep, cleansing breaths in order to dissipate her anger since the last thing Rachel needs is the sight of Andy wanting nothing more than to kick her dad’s ass.
“Does Uncle Leroy know this?” Andy asks, already suspecting the answer.
“No. I can’t bring myself to tell him because I have already caused them to argue constantly and now they barely talk to each other. I know Daddy will flip more or less like you are right now and I’m sorry I unloaded all this on you. And now you’re caught in the middle. I really am selfish.” Rachel whispers as more tears fall from her and soak Andy’s tee shirt.
Andy ever so slowly and lovingly pulls Rachel up to a sitting position so she can cup her face. With her thumbs, she painstakingly wipes Rachel’s tears and making sure the girl is looking at her, she takes another deep breath to put her thoughts in order once again.
“Rachel, my little Hummingbird, you are not selfish. Not any more than the rest of the world. Yes, you are not perfect, but no one is. All we can hope is to reach our own pinnacle of perfection. We all make mistakes, but it is what we do after said mistakes that separate us from the less desirable people of this world. You have never intended to hurt others with your actions. If anything, you take on so much on your own just to spare the rest of us from pain. I am glad you trust me enough to tell me things. I am so glad that I get to give you a break from all the crap you have to deal with in Lima. I need you to know that I am agreeing to have you here because I want you here. I’m glad I get to offer you an out and a way for you to keep your sanity. Even if you weren’t having such a hard time in Lima, I’d still offer you a place here. No matter where I live, my home will always be yours too.
“Uncle Hiram is being a poopy head all of his own. He is wrong. You are not a spoiled brat. Sure, you have had things fairly easy because your parents have the financial means to give you a slight edge, but it is your talent alone that has gotten you this far. You are in the top five where grades are concerned because of your hard work. You were invited to audition for Juilliard before the rest. They broke protocol for you and accepted you on the same day because of your talent and hard work. They recognised that something that makes you special. I have no clue what has gotten into Uncle Hiram, but he is wrong. I repeat, you are not spoiled. You are so intense and driven that a lot of people mistake that as you being self centred, and that’s their loss. It is your drive for perfection that has gotten you where you are academically and artistically.” Andy says as she once again pulls Rachel to her for another hug.
“Thanks Andy. I love you. You always know just what to say. You are such a great person to know and have around.” Rachel says as she snuggles close feeling lighter and a bit better. “I’ll give Quinn your suggestions when I call her after my exam tomorrow. She’ll be ecstatic to know that she can get merit-based academic scholarships regardless of how wealthy her parents are.” Rachel adds.
“I love you too my little Hummingbird. Feeling good enough to get some sleep?” Andy asks gently.
“Yes. I do. Thanks Sunshine.” Rachel says as she reaches and kisses Andy softly on the cheek.
“Sweet dreams Rachel.” Andy replies as she places a loving kiss on her forehead.
Rachel is up by six a.m. and gets dressed for a quick run. She misses her elliptical, and the choice of working out in the warmth of an indoor setting, but she will gladly run in the middle of a blizzard if it means living in New York. She jots down a quick note and then grabs her phone and iPod and out she goes to repeat the same route she ran with Andy over the weekend. Forty five minutes of mindless exercise later, Rachel is back and feeling energised and ready for the world once again. She starts the coffee maker and then heads back to Andy’s room to grab a change of clothing. She takes a quick shower and is quite surprised to see Leroy cooking them all breakfast.
“Good morning Baby Girl. Did you have a good run?” Leroy asks as he flips a pancake up in the air.
“Yes, I did Daddy. Did you sleep ok? How is Dad?” Rachel asks softly.
“I slept just fine and your dad is fine. He isn’t talking very much. He is still quite angry with us.” Leroy replies sadly.
“Don’t worry Daddy, things will work out eventually.” Rachel says as she gives him a hug from behind.
“Mmmm you guys are spoiling me. I’m going to hate the usual stuff I eat once you guys return to Lima.” Andy whines as she serves herself a cup of coffee.
Breakfast is eaten in relative silence, with Rachel bouncing with extra energy. The adults sitting in front of her cannot imagine what it would be like had Rachel not gone out for that run earlier in the day.
“Gotta run guys. Good luck on your exam. I’ll see you later this evening.” Andy says as she gives them each a quick hug and a kiss.
“See you later Andy. Have a good day.” Rachel calls out as Andy rushes out the door.
“Thanks my little Hummingbird.” Andy calls back just before her front door closes.
Leroy calls for a taxi to meet them downstairs so they can make it to Dalton with plenty of time. He doesn’t want to risk a taking the wrong subway train and getting lost. He wants to make a good impression for Rachel’s sake.
They arrive at Dalton with half an hour to spare, so they have more than enough time to navigate the halls in search of the main office, which they find without problems and after introductions are made, Rachel is escorted to an empty classroom where she begins her exam.
Rachel finds the admissions exam to be neither difficult nor easy. On more than one occasion, she wants to pinch herself to make sure she isn’t dreaming, because really with Dalton’s fourteen percent admissions rate for new students, shouldn’t the exam be more difficult? She is done well ahead of the allotted time, so she forces herself to double check her answers. When she has gone over the paper twice, she gets up and hands the completed paper to the teacher overseeing the testing. She is then handed an exam booklet and is told to write a short essay on the topic of her choosing. Rachel quickly sits back down and decides to write about the history behind Broadway, a subject that she is extremely familiar with. If anything, she has a hard time keeping it short, but she manages and once again, with time to spare, she goes over her essay. When she is satisfied that there are no spelling mistakes and no grammatical errors, she hands in the essay.
After a quick tour of the premises, she is told that they will contact her between January and February to inform her of the status of her admissions. She is told that when they contact her with information has no bearing on whether or not she is accepted. After a few pleasantries, they bid the principal goodbye and exchange wishes for a happy holiday. This time they catch the subway back to Andy’s apartment because they have time to explore and Rachel says that this way she can gauge the best way to and from should she get accepted there.
After an uneventful but fairly long subway ride back, Leroy and Rachel explore the neighbourhood some more, since it is almost a sure thing that Rachel will be moving there sometime in the summer. The date of course depends on when Rachel wants to leave Lima. She tells her father that she will think about it and know more as the time draws closer because it also depends on Andy and when it is best for her.
Rachel is the one who is constantly looking at her watch this time. She knows Quinn has Cheerios practice so she needs to wait until that is done. Barring any eventualities, it means that Quinn won’t be available until around seven p.m. Rachel waits until seven-thirty to call to give the blonde time to eat her dinner. Quinn picks up on the first ring.
“Hey Rach. Well, how did it go?” Quinn asks directly to the point.
“Hey Quinn. It was surprisingly anticlimactic. I expected this tough exam, and it seemed like they just took chunks similar to our midterms and put them together so they covered all major subjects. Then I had to write an essay in which I picked the topic. I finished both with time to spare. They will notify me sometime between mid January to mid February, so until then I won’t know a thing. Andy and Daddy will also be looking at public schools just in case.” Rachel says still unsure how to feel about the whole process. “How was your day? How was practice?” Rachel asks.
“The usual. Wrote my last midterm so I actually have tomorrow off. Coach Sylvester was a nightmare as usual. Some of the seniors are still bitter I was named Head Cheerio so they tried to give me attitude. After today they won’t be a problem anymore.” Quinn says clearly satisfied. She might have had a slight fall from grace once the rumour she was pregnant hit the hallways of McKinley High, but soon enough she put everyone who dared challenge her back in their place, and as a bonus, she made a new friend in the form of Rachel Berry.
Rachel talks to Quinn about her conversation with Andy and relays Andy’s suggestions to increase her chances of being admitted and she also mentions scholarships that she can apply for. The talks of scholarships fall to the wayside because Quinn has to repress her desire to go ‘head bitch in charge’ on Hiram.
“Everyone at Glee has been asking why you went on break early. I told them it wasn’t any of their business. Finn is acting as if someone kicked his puppy and Puck is a bit pissy because you took off early without informing him. Be prepared for some sulky boys when you get back. By the way, when are you coming back?” Quinn asks.
“We’re spending Christmas with Andy, and we fly back to Ohio on the twenty-seventh. I want to spend New Year’s with you.” Rachel answers with a smile.
“You’re not staying in New York to ring in the New Year?” Quinn asks surprised.
“Nope. I miss you and I want to spend it with you, if that’s ok.” Rachel replies a bit insecure now.
“Of course it is, you midget bear. I miss you too. I am just surprised because I thought you’d stay there for as long as you could. God knows there is nothing to do here.” Quinn replies once she hears the slight quiver in Rachel’s voice.
They talk for a bit more and make plans to spend New Year’s in Rachel’s place because Quinn doesn’t feel like socialising with her relatives and her parents’ acquaintances and have a miserable time. She actually wants to have a good time this year.
“What do you want to do now that you are done with your audition, interviews, and exam?” Andy asks after Rachel is off the phone.
“I want to go shopping.” Rachel says with a smirk.
“More? I’m going to kill Nigel. Uncle Leroy is going to have a conniption because you’ll need a second set of luggage.” Andy whines, not really liking the idea of braving the masses now that Christmas is just around the corner.
“Not that kind of shopping, silly.” Rachel laughs at Andy’s reaction. “I did some research and I want to hit some vintage camera stores. I’m looking for a camera lens and some black and white film for Quinn.” Rachel explains.
“Ah. I see. Did you have any stores in mind?” Andy answers with a smile.
“A few, but they are scattered throughout the city. You don’t have to brave the streets with me though. I know you are busy, so I can just use my iPhone and google my way around.” Rachel replies.
“Don’t be silly, Hummingbird. If you don’t mind waiting a little, why don’t you come and meet me at The Mirror around noon tomorrow and we can grab lunch. Then we can go explore the city for those stores.” Andy proposes.
“What about work?” Rachel asks.
“Things have been pretty quiet at the paper. I just need to do some last minute edits and I can start my Christmas break early.” Andy answers with a smile.
“Great. Daddy already begged off, saying he has to catch up on his work, so it’s just the two of us.” Rachel answers happily.
Rachel is pleasantly surprised when Andy joins her the next day for her Tai Chi and yoga routine at six a.m. Andy just shrugs and smiles, saying she was planning on heading to work early to make sure she is done by noon.
“Only make enough coffee for Uncle Leroy, Rach. If you don’t mind, I want to try that crazy Chai latte you make every morning. It smells heavenly.” Andy says over her shoulders as she enters the bathroom.
“Sure. Want anything specific for breakfast? Rachel asks sticking her head in the bathroom.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just have a bagel and some cream cheese.” Andy calls from the shower.
Andy is out the door before Leroy is up. She leaves after giving detailed instructions for Rachel and of course only after a promise from the girl that she will be careful on her way to the paper.
Their shopping expedition is a success with Rachel buying a set of lenses and a few boxes of black and white film. The remaining of their time in New York is spent ice skating in Rockefeller Centre, visiting the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, catching a few shows with Rachel daydreaming that one day it will be her on the stage, and some more shopping with Nigel to Andy’s and Leroy’s chagrin.
The twenty-seventh arrives faster than anyone anticipated and as expected, it is a tear filled farewell with promises to keep in touch. The flight is a lot smoother this time, and it seems faster than the one to New York. Rachel cannot wait to see Quinn and the expression on her friend’s face once she opens the box containing her gifts.
TBC...
Chapter 7