Chapter 1: A Treat
Nestled in the bustling streets of Brooklyn stood a diminutively chic ice cream parlor decorated with a blue-violet door. Rachel Berry and her roommate, Kurt Hummel exited the parlor with expensive pastries tucked in between their fingers. Only top of the line for these youthful New Yorkers. Both aspiring professionals munched on their organic and animal friendly treats with glee.
"Merci Monsieur!" Kurt called from outside the shop to a brunette serving boy dressed in a red and white striped apron. In response, the serving boy gave Kurt a small smile back.
The two friends began to make their way back to their apartment. Full of stories from their long day, they shared gossip casually as their feet began to ache. Finding a street side bench, Rachel removed her heels and stretched her tired feet out. Kurt, on the other hand, refused to look so desperate and pulled out his sketches for Ms. Isabelle Wright who was both his boss and mentor. Although he'd only been in the city for a few weeks, he had no trouble scoring an interview at the exclusive, Vogue dot com! He'd been a little anxious at first, like many of us our at interviews, but luckily, Ms. Wright was very friendly to Kurt mentioning what it was like to live in Ohio. She was from Columbus which was only a little over an hour a half from Kurt's hometown. The two became instant friends.
Rachel sent a text message out to Leroy Berry to remind him that Hiram was going to see Jodi Picoult today at the local Lima bookstore and to make sure to supply him with enough money to buy her a copy as well. As the message sent, Rachel smiled. She loved her fathers. Rachel looked over to see what Kurt was up to.
Smiling Rachel said,
"You know Kurt, your attention to detail sculpts this piece just beautifully. The dazzling stars" she pointed, "which is my signature really adds a little twinkle to one's eyes. In fact, although this piece is sui generis, it does remind me of the night back in 1968 when Barbra won her Oscar, obviously, for Best Actress."
As Rachel told Kurt her voice sounded as though the was remembering a distant memory, as if Rachel, herself, sat in the very first row and had found a way later on to congratulate herself without bothering to be selfless. Rachel picked up Kurt's design pencil, "But, in fact, this would add a nice touch..."
Before Rachel could make impact on the paper, Kurt had stowed the sketchbook away in his Ralph Lauren messenger. The young diva pouted a bit and Kurt hid his smile. Slapping his knees, he arose quickly and grabbed both of Rachel's hands, pulling her up on the seat gently. In one fast motion, Rachel quickly strapped on her shoes.
"I have a surprise for you." Kurt's eyebrows looked almost as excited as his smile.