Disclaimer: If I had owned Glee I wouldn't be still living in the Netherlands and Glee wouldn't have ended.
Dear readers, I know it's a little confusing getting an update notification on chapter #1. I'm re-writing the whole thing with a new beta, jenmer61977, who has some amazing stories of her own running here on , and will be helping me letting this story flow a little better.
English still isn't my native language but it's getting better and better thanx to my reading and to my previous and current beta's.
So without further ado, here's the improved story from Chapter 1.
Brody is lying next to her fast asleep as she checks her schedule. She couldn't go back to sleep after she had woken up because of a terrible nightmare which she already didn't know what it was about anymore. She knew something had been off and she was missing something so she decided back to see if she could figure out what she missed. She sees the little mark on the calendar the month before she starts to think trying to remember. Slightly panicking she flips back and forth between the weeks. 'Oh no,' she thinks to herself.
So she gets out of bed, gets dressed and leaves the apartment to go to the 24/7 convenient store around the corner hoping they sold the object she needed so she wouldn't have to go to the drugstore 5 blocks away. Luckily they have what she needs.
Back in the apartment she makes sure Santana (who slept on the couch because they haven't had the time to create a room for her yet) is still asleep. Proud of her silence she tiptoes to the bathroom. She sighs as she followed the instructions. After the 5 minute wait she slowly walks up on the bathroom sink. Seeing the result she was afraid of she slowly sinks onto the cold tiles of the floor and begins to cry.
Woken up by a sound she couldn't place Santana opens her eyes. Her mind still a little foggy from sleep she waits to hear that sound again. About ten minutes later she hears the door slide open and someone coming into the apartment. She slightly lifts up her head and recognizes the silhouette and footsteps of Rachel. 'What the fuck is she doing up and out by herself at 3 AM? I thought she went to bed early?'
As Rachel turns into the bathroom Santana gets out of bed and walks towards the bathroom door to find out what Rachel's up to. After several minutes she hears Rachel starting to cry. Santana questions herself a few seconds whether to go in or not. Hearing her friend uncontrollable sobs she decides to go in.
"What the hell is wrong wi-" Santana begins as she opens the door. But half way thru the sentence she sees the little white stick Rachel's holding.
"Oh no, nonono." Santana says, rushes over to Rachel and embraces her. "Berry, please tell me its negative," Santana whispers.
Let me know what you think of the improved version of the story.
Up next: Kurt draws the wrong conclusion, as usual.