Rachel didn't get in. Her dreams as it seems, were shattered ultimately. She went to New York, hoping to pursue what she had wanted to do for years, hoping to be successful on Broadway, hoping that one day, she would be recognized as a true star, but those hopes are nothing but a hazy memory now. She left Finn a few weeks back, he was being an asshole, as her fathers described.

Finn walked up to Rachel in the hallways while she was clearing her locker out. "Rachel, I think we need to talk." Finn closed the locker door slowly as Rachel was finishing up, sliding her pictures of when she sang at Sectionals for the first time inside her skirt pockets. "What's.. what's wrong, Finn?" Rachel said with a confused look on her face. "Rachel, do you remember our plans about going to New York, and me getting some kind of backstage job at a Broadway show?" Finn said, and his lips somehow seemed reluctant to move at a normal pace. "Of course I remember, Finn. It's all I've been thinking about in the past few weeks. I can't wait until we arrive in New York holding hands while our eyes look up at the new world we're going to have to get used to. It's the biggest step our relationship will ta-" Finn abruptly interrupted her using his harsh tone that meant nothing but trouble. "Rachel, I-I, I don't think I want a life like that. I respect your dreams, and I love you and all, but, how about we think about my dreams for a while? If I wanted to move to somewhere like.. L.A. or something.." "L.A.? Los Angeles, Finn? What do you suppose I do there, Finn?" Rachel was shocked by his statement. New York has been her dream since she was a little girl, after all. She wasn't going to let a person, as important as he may be to her, get in her way. "I don't know, Rachel. But I don't want to be left in the dirt while you get to run around in the greens!" Finn said, almost shouted, actually. He didn't want to shout at her, to avoid looking like an abusive boyfriend in the process. Rachel fixed her shirt collar, grasped her duffle bag firmly, and said, "If you really loved me, Finn, you wouldn't ask me to do something like that." She ran away with tears in her eyes, trying not to look back. I just broke up with the guy I have been pining over since freshman year, she thought to herself.

In the end, if she didn't break up with Finn, she would still have someone who loved her. Maybe L.A. wouldn't have been such a bad choice. All she had now was a broken heart, broken dreams, and nothing worthwhile to do. She hasn't told her dads that she didn't get in, a few days after she received her NYADA letter, she told her dads that she was going to make an early departure. It was quite difficult to convince them to let her go alone, but she promised that she would take care of herself and that she would contact them regularly.

It was 4 in the morning, Rachel was at a motel a few blocks away from the Lima train station. She turned on her computer, hoping to find a last minute college plan. Skype started up and she opened it, not expecting anyone to be online, it was extremely early in the morning after all. But one person turned up to be online, and that was Quinn Fabray. The girl who bullied her for the past 4 years. The new freshman Yale student. While she was staring at her name in the list, as if by magic, Quinn sent her a chat message.

"Rachel, are you up? Reply if you didn't forget to turn off your laptop again." She laughed at how well the girl knew her, she did this many times while she was bored at night, and seeing as Rachel was the only person online, she would say hello. Unbeknownst to her, however, Rachel simply left her computer on overnight to complete her cover uploads on YouTube.

"Hello, Quinn. I'm up." Rachel typed as she took a sip of the complimentary water on the bedside table.

"Hey, Rachel. How's it going there in New York? Have you seen your new school yet? I bet the insides of it are elegant. It is quite an elite school, after all." Oh no. What was Rachel to say? That she wasn't able to get in? That her dreams have disappeared? That the Rachel Berry that Quinn Fabray once knew is dead?

She reluctantly replied with a lie, "I'm doing great, Quinn. I have yet to visit the campus, though." There was no way that Quinn could see through that, they couldn't see each other anyway. Unless Quinn had some kind of super power, Rachel jokingly thought to herself.

"That's good. I'm sure you'll have an amazing time there. When do your classes start?" Rachel was relieved, Quinn bought her lie. She confidently typed in her reply.

"I sure do hope so. Classes start in a few weeks, I've been doing nothing in the past few days." She knew that her classes start in a few weeks for she researched extensively about NYADA. Research that went to waste a few weeks ago.

"So, you've got nothing to do? How about you come over to New Haven? You still have my metro pass, correct?" Right. Rachel almost forgot about the passes Quinn gave her. Her mind was so filled with Finn and NYADA that she almost blacked out on that. She did remember to pack it in her wallet, along with her Lima to New York train ticket, to make sure that she wouldn't leave it.

"Sure, Quinn. Yes, I still have your pass." It wouldn't hurt to visit an old friend. It would be good for her. She needed an important part of her past right now, she thought.

"That's great. So, I'll see you in a few days, maybe? Just call me or text me if you've arrived, I'll be more than happy to share my dorm with you for a while." Quinn was being awfully kind to her. Was it part of the "start of her future" she was talking about when she announced to the glee club that she got into Yale? Maybe.

"Yeah, sure, Quinn. Listen, I have to go now. I'll just contact you whenever, okay?" Rachel seriously needed some sleep, and if she was serious about meeting up with Quinn in New Haven, she had better start packing soon. She didn't want to stay in the crappy motel she was staying in anyway, the only good things about it were the complimentary water bottles and the carpeted floor.

A few hours after Rachel's quick chat with Quinn, she was already in the train station, ready to go to New York, then to New Haven. She held her train ticket firmly in her left hand, careful to not have it slip away, and her pink suitcase in her right, pulling it while she was about to board on the train. "This is going to be a pretty long day."

So, any comments? Was it good? Was it bad? Is it worth continuing? Any suggestions as to what you think should happen? I'd appreciate your input.