It was a cold dark night and she had just managed to sneak out of her house, luckily her dads were asleep..that and they were deep sleepers, not even an earthquake would startle them. She reluctantly opens the door slipping on her warm red pea coat disappearing into the dark, dimly lit street. She really should have changed into some suitable footwear, instead of donning her baby pink slippers with gold stars imprinted on the front. Hey, they were comfy, and considering now she was nursing a broken heart it didn't matter much to her. She allows herself to think about...him. Her thoughts racing, mental images of the look on his face in the Christmas tree lot, left her shattered...Finn was a mere block away from her, but in her heart, she felt like he was a million miles away in some far distant galaxy, where not even a star like herself could ever manage to compete with. Her heart sinks at the thought of going through another Christmas without someone special to share it with, why must she always be broken? she was starting to think that maybe shed never "truly" be happy, the only consistency she felt was for her and her goal. Broadway. The place where you were known and loved by everyone who graced your path. A world full of acceptance and love. Something she had been yearning for since the age of 1. She stiffened her back and began to walk down the streets of lima, alone. Those words haunted her with every step she took. Alone. Would she always be alone? She knew that growing up, the best friend she could ever have was herself, at least that's what her dads used to tell her. Every day she'd manage to come home with some form of jello in her hair, she would rather have jello in her hair than the ice cold slushy burning a hole in her face, not only from humiliation but from the fact that she thought she deserved it. She was a Lima loser... that's why she decided that when she was young enough to use a computer, she would look up every possible option to get out of this cow town that was suffocating her amazing talent. Shed come across a wide variety of performing arts colleges that sufficed her needs as a performer. Rachel Berry has standards after all. Unfortunately, ever since she stepped foot on the stairs of McKinley high...her doubts began to take full effect. The looks she got from everyone who passed by her in the hallway, even some rather creepy teachers. She had taken every kind of performing arts class, both on school grounds and off, so her musical capabilities were endless. Most of these kids she'd known since pre-school, some of them since middle school, and very few from McKinley. Despite her trying to be the shining star she is, she was ridiculed everyday from day 1 of her educational life. By now she had gotten used to the name calling, the glares from the popular girls, and the looks of people whom she thought were jealous of her ridiculous talent. Somehow it had never gotten to her..until now. Now when shes all alone drifting along this empty road that she promised herself shed never have to do alone, but the day Finn said he was done with her, was the day where she'd come to accept the fact that she was destined to be alone. She shook her head trying to not escape into a state of emotional depravity that she had sunken into more than once in the past year. A light flickers in front of her shining on the one place she'd longed to be rid of. With a sigh and a groan she walks up those stairs once again fumbling with the key in her pocket, before opening the door and stepping inside. She was very fortunate with the relationship she'd formed with Principal Figgins, he'd given her access to the school, only if she promised to stop putting her gold star stickers all over the bulletin board. she'd taken that as a good opportunity, and taken his offer of full access to the auditorium. The upside of it was that she had more gold stars to spare to decorate her homework with. A smile spreads across her face when she reaches the choir room. The only safe haven she had at this moment. Although it was a place where she'd received most of her insults and her deprived solo's by one Mr. Shuester. This place was somewhere she could escape into and allow herself to plunk out notes and form her own voice to a sound. Music was like her water habit, it provided her comfort and kept her leveled with the rest of the world, even tho most of the times she wanted to just scream and tell everyone how talented she is and that she was better than all of them. She'd held her tongue for so long, she grew weary of the constant vendetta she had against her enemies. She tried to become friends with them, but ended up getting shunned and still ridiculed everyday. At least someday she could come back and say "at least i tried to be your friend...you just chose to be selfish and care about only yourself" she knew she'd get a chance to say that someday, but for now she was still zipping her mouth shut, well at least to the best of her ability. She sits down on the small piano chair forming her hands over the black and white keys starting to plunk out random notes letting her heart speak for itself, and let the music flow thru her like water. Suddenly she hears a noise coming from the hallways, footsteps growing closer. Did she forget to lock the doors? She gets up peaking thru the window, her eyes grow wide at the person standing in front of her with the same expression She opens the door slowly exposing someone in black and blue plaid pajama's. "...Finn?"
