Secret Admirer

Rachel has been a well-known name on the Broadway, television, and movie scenes as of late, and as she's going through her fanmail one night, a certain letter catches her eye….

I rated this T for now, but depending on if I continue it, the rating may change.

Disclaimer: I have no ties to anything Glee or its characters. This is simply something I did for fun with someone else's characters.


Dear Miss Berry,

I realize that you literally get hundreds of thousands of letters a day, and it's probably not the easiest idea to go through all of them and silly to believe that you could, but I hope you take the time for this letter to get a look over and maybe even a reply for someone who is just another "number one fan"-

Rachel stopped reading the letter for a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose between the index finger and thumb of her free hand and close her eyes. She glanced at the clock. Going on three a.m. already… Hundreds of notes had started out almost exactly the same, and this particular letter wasn't dazzling her yet. She debated setting it down and taking her cat Sophie to bed, but being the responsive and caring idol that Rachel had aspired to be, she bit her bottom lip, determined to reply to as many letters as possible. She decided that if she could only get through this last note, she would reward herself by calling it a night and climbing into her oversized bed and letting her heavy lids finally close. Taking a deep breath and on a determined composure, Rachel read on.

-If you're still reading at this point, I feel like I can safely say you haven't changed much. Still trying to please everyone and make as many people happy as you can, hm, Rachel?-

She faltered. Of all the things that had happened these past years, nothing had made her heart feel so heavy as reading that line. Rereading it again and again, she wondered how the author of this note could claim anything of the sort, but the next bit didn't explain. She debated flipping the page over to look for a signature, but the drama of the moment caught her up in itself and carried her on through reading on.

-I have an idea. A game, almost. We haven't spoken in years, and even though we all know where you ended up, I'm sure you've no idea where anyone else is in the world. So I've set up a PO box in the New York area. And I decided to write you this letter. If you want to reply, feel free to, but I have to warn you. You may find things out that you're not ready for. In the end, I was simply wondering how you were and thought this would be a fun and interesting way to contact you for a little while. It will be a few letters before I tell you who I am though, I'll say that much. Where would be the fun in just telling you?-

The thought that someone who knew her personally would play a game with her, almost made Rachel angry. She didn't know if it was the sleep starting to affect her thinking or pure curiosity catching her, but she wasn't as bothered as she thought she should have been. It might have been easier to figure everything out had the person not set up a PO box, almost untraceable without camping out at the box itself, and had they not typed the letter out instead of handwriting it. It might have at least narrowed it down to if this was a male or female toying with her. At least it had been narrowed down that they were somewhere close to or in New York, right? Sighing, she rolled her eyes before almost dropping the letter at the last bit, the one clue that she couldn't have been expecting.

-I will tell you that the reason this is going to be so much fun is because I'm in love with you, Rachel. And I think it's about time I finally told you.

Signed,

Your Secret Admirer

It was past time for bed.