Prologue
No words. There are no words that describe Rachel Berry properly. She exceptionally excels at anything and everything. The way her amazing voice can make an innocent by standard stop and stare in amazement. The was her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes light up at the sheer mention of a show tune. Her impeccable sense of style. Only Rachel Barbara Berry can make argyle sweaters, plaid skirts, knee socks, and penny loafers look remotely sexy.
It is in those very short plaid skirts that I lose my mind. I can't think straight whenever she struts down the hallway with all the confidence in the world, even though myself and countless others make her life a living hell. There is no telling now many times Rachel has been slushied. By me alone it must be hundreds of times.
Something hit me during the Summer going into my Junior year. Why did I treat Rachel so bad? What satisfaction did I get out of treating an undoubtedly gorgeous, sometimes over-bearing girl so badly? How can I be so terrible to a girl who has been nothing but nice to me since the first day we met? Why was I always so jealous when guys like Puck and Finn had her? Why did I want to punch Jesse St. James in the face when he broke her heart?
In the middle of one hot summer night, I awoke from my sleep with an epiphany.
I liked Rachel Berry.
It couldn't be. How could I like somebody who tried to steal my boyfriend? How could I like somebody who was annoying, bossy, and self-centered?
As I thought more about it, I figured out that maybe it was never about her having Finn. It was about Finn having her. I also never thought she was those things. Only other people said she was, so of course, my HBIC persona comes out and I take it out on a beautiful, innocent, drama queen.
Because that's what you are supposed to do, a voice in head told me. This is the same voice that told me I should date Finn Hudson, quarterback of the football team. The same voice that told me "trust me" was a viable birth control option. This damn voice told me I was supposed to be a bitch to this girl.
That voice wasn't the one that made me happy. In fact, it had the very opposite effect. That voice made me believe that I didn't really know what I wanted, that I needed to be who everybody else thought I should be.
After having Beth, I realized that my life shouldn't be controlled by people who don't really care about me. I found a new voice in my head that let me decide things. That let me decide who I would and wouldn't talk to. This new voice taught me not to care about what other people think of me, as long as I was happy. Only one thing could make me happy at this moment, and I had known it for a while, but I always pushed the thoughts too far back into my head to give a second thought about them.
I found the words I needed so I could make my life worth living.
I needed Rachel Berry.
Authors note: This is my very first story, so any feedback it greatly appreciated. I am really thinking about continuing this story out, but I might not reach expectations (hopefully nobody has any) but nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed it!