Author's Comments: This is a story about Tina and Rachel in broadway. With appearances by Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and others bound to come. It's written in the persona of Tina. Enjoy and review please :)

Featured Characters: Tina Cohen-Chang, Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson, Mercedes Jones and Artie Abrams. More bound to come.

Featured Pairings: (Will change according to story). Finchel (Finn/Rachel), Frankenasian (Tina/Finn), others bound to come (such as Bartie and Jarley!).

Disclamer: This is a fanfiction inspired by Fox's TV series Glee. I do not own any rights.

Broadway: Tinchel
Chapter One

This time, I know, it's going to happen. I mean, third time is the charm right? Two failures isn't going to hold me back. I'm going to get it this time, I know it. I can do this. Who cares who else is auditioning. You can beat them. Or... can I? I mean it is Rachel Berry. No, get her out of your mind.

"Tina Cohen-Chang."

Okayyy, maybe I'm not ready for this yet. Stomach, please stop churning. Oh crap, this is it. There's director slash producer Abrams right up there. Okay, it's now... or never... Calm down... Shit! Music's playing. What's the lyrics, again? Oh yeah, okay. No room for mistakes...

Time to shine, Tina. You can do this. Time to get the role you always wanted. Time to get the role of

Tinchel

Understudy.

Great, again. Understudy to the great Rachel Berry. Third time lucky, my butt. It's actually worse this time since, for the first time in this company, they wrote an original Broadway play... and Samantha was such a perfect character for me.

I looked at my watch one last time as I climbed the stairs. SHIT! I'm late. Dashing through the last few flights of stairs, I barged through the stage door.

"Cohen-Chang, you're late!"

Choreographer Hummel always had a way of saying things like it didn't matter. But of course, I was an understudy, I really hardly mattered. But Kurt Hummel was my friend, at 2 years older, he was already a Choreographer for the great Broadway company.

"Does it even matter? She's not really needed, is she?" There goes Rachel. Typical ol' Rachel.

To think I've been her understudy for 3 freaking musicals! "Well, Rachel, I guess it's just in case you fall sick during showcase nights." I actually was quite surprised by my own sincerity towards her, I mean, I don't even like her...

"I don't need an understudy, I never fall sick." With that, she turned back to Kurt and started repeating the steps she was meant to do.

It was quite true actually, Rachel never falls sick. I know being an understudy to Rachel Berry, and the lead role three times should be quite commendable. But frankly, I'm the only, and I mean ONLY person in the history of this company to have not even performed on the stage... even once... God, I hope she just gets down with a flu for just one day. Not that I'm cursing her of course.

"Berry, stay in character." Kurt rang out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel, I'm sure I understand my character very well. Besides, I'm the one who got the role, hmm?" With a condescending smile, she whipped away. Twisting and turning as the music played.

Kurt sent me one of his annoyed stares. Yeah, he hates her too. It sucks to be on the receiving end of her bitterness. Unfortunately for us, she'll be here for long. One of the world's finest arts, Director Abram had called her. Urgh.

In the next few minutes, I tried my best to keep up to the choreography, while staying in the character of Samantha. It was quite simple really, the main character hardly has any dancing to do.

"Berry, do it like how Cohen-Chang is doing. Remember, legs high."

"Mr. Hummel, do I need to remind you that I was the one who got the role? Not Nina?"

I then found myself staring into one of Rachel's death stares. Not that I was surprised, she does that to me a lot. But it still scare me sometimes. Imagine Rachel's frozen death stare chasing you in your sleep. Or coming at you while you're showering. uuuuuuuuuuurgh. I should really shake that off my mind now.

"It's Tina" I reminded her. Seriously, how many times do I need to do that?! Incompetent fool! Shit, no Tina, don't think things like this! DON'T. This isn't you.

"Tina, Nina, what's the difference" She waves it off and continues the choreography Kurt was moving on to.

I was trying to think of a mean word that rhymes with Rachel but couldn't seem to grasp one. So much for a comeback...

"Okay, that's it for the main character's part! Berry, Cohen-Chang, go take five. No, fifteen. Dancers, come forward!" A bit too enthusiastically, Kurt had said it. He gave me a wink as I was about to leave. Surely a sign that I should call him for lunch later. Not a date, of course. Kurt's gay.

I grabbed my stuff as I headed to the door. At that precise moment, and really just out of nowhere, Rachel rushed past me and ran down the stairs to the basement lobbies. Wonder what she does down there. Not that I care...

Sometimes, I really just want to tune off and relax. But seriously, where the hell is my purse?! It has to be in here somewhere right? Unconsciously, I started moving up the stairs, not looking at the steps but searching through my bag. DAMMIT, purse come to me!

The next thing I knew, I smashed into something hard and everything I had on sprawled onto the floor, including me. Well, my clothes were on. Phew. But everything in my bag was basically spreading itself out in a meter radius.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." That sounded like a male's voice. Great, I must have bumped into someone.

"No, it's okay, it's my fault really, I wasn't looking" And I let out a weak laugh. A real stupid giggle, really. stupid!

I was desperately grabbing all the things I could manage and stuffing them into my purse at once. I could tell the guy was helping me too.

"Tina... you work here, Tina?" He said passing me my card.

"Yeah, I do. Understudy." It was only now did I manage to get a good look at him. He was tall (very tall actually) slightly muscular and quite large sized. His hair short and sloped up in the middle, which really makes his face look... awesome... what a stupid word to use. But no deny, he is handsome.

"I'm sorry, for just now! What's your name, again?"

"Finn. Finn Hudson."

Well, that's a nice name. Lovely name actually. Great now what kind of feeling is this? It feels hot, stuffy. Dammit!

"You work here Finn?" He definitely does not look familiar.

"No, I'm here to see Rachel. Do you know her?"

Know her? Definitely... Understand her? Hell to the bloody no.

"Yeah, I'm actually her understudy, for all the three Broadway musicals this year. Brother?"

"Boyfriend."

Ahh, there it is. The catch. I always thought Rachel would have more of a muscularly built boyfriend that could size up to a gigantic bodyguard though. Not that Finn wasn't big, he was freakishly tall.

"Strange, Rachel said she doesn't have any understudies though." Finn said, clearly confused.

Of course, trust Rachel to not reveal anything about me. I guess the smile had wiped off my face at that exact sentence because Finn seemed to have read my mind.

"Or maybe she did..." Lie. Total lie, but at least a lie to try make me feel better. So, I'm okay with that. "I hardly ever listen to her long winded talks, anyway" Yep, definitely okay with that.

And he laughed. And I laughed. And I guess there really was a connection between us. But, time's passing and I really should get going to get something to eat.

"Erm, Rachel went downstairs, bottom floor, I think."

"Oh, okay. Well, thank you, Tina. See you around." He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Yeah, sure. See you."

Okay, what the hell just happened. Definitely not flirting, right? I mean, it's just two people talking... Aaaaaaaaand I'm getting ahead of myself again. Okay, calm down... calm the freaking hell down.

Maybe Finn could size up to be a good friend. I mean, ever since moving to New York I only truly had one friend. Kurt Hummel. I lead a sad life. Sad lonely life.

Tinchel

"Alright, now does everyone have your lyric sheets?"

Ms Jones was talking only to the main cast, obviously. She never really paid much attention to the understudies. Which means in my one year of being here, she had never noticed me. She had never heard me sing. Not that I want her to hear me sing, she's awfully biased. Biased towards voice. So, you can imagine who's her favourite.

"Alright, Rachel, let's see if you can handle the high notes."

"I've been up all night practicing, I'm sure I can handle it well enough."

Ms Jones sat down at her desk as the understudies and dancers watched from the audience seats. Degrading, really.

Rachel:

"Let it be.
Make them see.
The light blinding all the children
In the dark."

No wonder there. As much as I dislike Rachel Berry. I have to admit, she deserved everything she got. Her voice is amazing.

Rachel:

"But I still believe
What came from,
What came then,
What we chose."

What I would do to get that voice of hers. Not that I don't like my voice... and I meant Rachel's singing voice. Imaging waking up everyday hearing yourself talk like Rachel Berry. Unbearable, I would have ripped out my own throat by the time I reach a year old. Or a month. Really, her mouth can't stop.

By the end of the second verse, and by strict tradition of Ms Jones' class, I fell asleep. Literally. Asleep.

"Nice, Rachel." Ms Jones sounded really casual, like she didn't really care. But I guess Rachel nailing every song is really no surprise anymore.

To think this was the 6th song sung. I only slept through 5... Great, mind, please fall back asleep. I am so bored...

"Okay, cast, take five. Underpuppies, get on stage." No surprise there that her voice is full of boredom. This happens every session. Ms Jones give the understudies (underpuppies, in her case) 5 minutes, usually enough time for only one of us to try a song. Director slash producer Abrams' orders, really. And even though I'm the main understudy of the main role, I never got to sing. Why? Because I was the understudy of a crazy healthy bitch.

"Okay," yeap, full of boredom. "Now, which one of you actually performed on the stage before. For Broadway of course."

I'm not sure at all if Ms Jones' question had anything to do with anything at all, so I just decided to be honest. Well, I always was, anyway.

Wait, what the hell, why is Ms Jones staring straight at me? She's staring at me with those very judgmental eyes. Oh crap, did I do something wrong? I looked around, everyone was raising their hands. E-VE-RY-ONE.

"What's your name?" Ms Jones crossed her arms, staring straight at my face. Holy shit, her stare is scarier than Rachel's.

"Tina." I swallowed hard. What is she going to make me do?! "Tina Cohen-Chang."

"Well, Tina, who are you understudying for?"

"Samantha, Rachel Berry's role."

And at that exact moment when the words came out of my mouth, Rachel shot my one of her death stares, straight in my direction. Okay... maybe Rachel's stare was the scarier than Ms Jones', 10 times scarier that is.

"Well, then. The understudy of the main role should be able to handle the songs, right? Solos?"

Dammit! She's going to make me sing. I nod.

Rachel was about to run in and open her big mouth (I knew exactly what she was going to say. I don't need an understudy blah blah buerinedwenfenfw), but Ms Jones had already made up her mind.

"Show us what you got, then."

Oh, damn it. Just my luck.

Everybody cleared out and I was left alone on stage. Rachel rushed towards Ms Jones to object but Ms Jones stared at me.

"Brad!" The music cued right on Ms Jones' word.

And as the music played, I could see all eyes on me. I was not ready for this. But there really isn't much choice, is there? Worried and terrified, I had to perform. Too many people, too many stares... But I had to do something.

I had to sing

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