(A/N: Hey, guys! This is my first Glee story. It's been stuck in my brain for a few months, so I thought I would give it a go. I currently have four chapters written. Please leave comments, tell me how I'm doing. This takes please SEASON 4, when Rachel had that false pregnancy. Suggestions are welcome! Lots of drama, family, friends, and comforting! I know you're going to hate me for this, but this first part has nothing to do with Rachel's pregnancy, yet! It's pretty much just a recap. Quick disclaimer: I do not own any Glee characters or past ideas. Please don't sue me, FOX, I'm just an innocent little girl *Bats eyelashes* Lol, okay, on with the show... Ladies and gentlemen, Someone is Always There!
~ Rachel POV~
Everything had been a mess since Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury's wedding. Mr. Schue was heartbroken, Miss Pillsbury, confused. Most of all the couples only had a one-night stand and broke apart the next morning. All the relationships were awkward. Santana and Brittany, Kurt and Blaine, Finn and I.
Truth is, I really had never completely gotten over Finn. I had been looking forward to Miss Pillsbury's wedding since I moved out to New York, just so I could see that long lost face with the beautiful brown eyes.
But Finn left. He moved out of the apartment. If he really wanted me, he would have come to New York with me in the first place. New York offered way more than Lima. Broadway, show-biz, romantic nights out in Central Park.
Then Brody came along. He treated me well and loved me. When he slept with my ballet teacher, Cassandra July, I knew he was just confused. It didn't mean anything. We both had big dreams, but when it came to our personal wants, we both took whatever scraps we could find. Me with Finn, him with Cassandra. We bonded over it and made up.
Kurt's dress shoes clicked against the wood floors, bringing me out of my thoughts. He took his seat across from me. I swung my mug close to my face, distracted.
"Oh, sweetie, not thinking about Finn again, are you?" Kurt frowned, stacking his hand on top of mine.
"No. Santana, Can I help you to a cup of tea?" I stood up, acting as if leaving that seat, I would leave my unproductive thinking there as well.
"No thanks, Berry. Got any hot cocoa? I'll have some of that." I opened our fridge and poured milk into a tall glass.
"Rachel, you need to get over Finn. Tell me sleeping with shirtless hunky money guy is doing something to you, because it sure is doing something to me."
"Wanky!" Santana laughed from the couch. "But I agree with Kurt, Brody shouldn't walk around here without a shirt. It's like he wants strangers to stop him in the streets for some kinky New York sex." I slammed the microwave door shut.
"Brody is wonderful and I love him. Why else would we sleep together?"
"Rachel, we need to talk." Santana patted the spot next to her on the couch. I finished stirring her hot cocoa and deposited it on the mahogany wood coffee table. "On the floor, I'm not sharing the love seat with you!" Santana kicked her feet at me. She searched for the remote fruitlessly through her four blankets she wrapped herself in.
"Hm, you make pretty good hot cocoa for a vegan, shortcake."
"Get on with it, I don't have all day."
"Me-yow Kitty! Okay, cool your jets. What would you think if I told you Brody was a drug dealer?"
"Santana, I admire how you always find a way to insult every person you meet," I huffed, rolling my eyes.
"No, I'm being serious. I found 1,200 dollars in his dresser drawer along with a pager."
"So? Maybe he was saving up to buy something."
"I'm with Santana on this one," Kurt chimed in. "I found steroids in the bathroom. He's never home, what does he do with the rest of his time?" I was in tears. "He got a job on campus!" Santana swung her feet around the arm of the couch and rested her hand on my knee.
"Rachel, you're just lying to yourself to make you feel better." Kurt tossed Santana the box of tissues which Santana set on the floor next to me. I groped around for the tissues and raised one to my face to catch my running makeup. I was shaking with sobs.
"I'm so sorry, Rachel."
Back in Lima ~ Blaine
"Men can be divas, too," I protested against Tina.
"Yes, they can, Blainey Days. You'll show them." Tina smiled sweetly. She laid down, resting her head on my leg.
"How have things been with Kurt?" I sighed.
"I really miss him, Tina. In fact, Miss Cohen-Chang, how would you feel about going to visit some of our friends?"
New York ~ Blaine
Bang, bang, bang. Is Kurt still up? This was an emergency, though. I really needed to tell him my feelings right now. The door slid open and there stood Kurt, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, hey, Blaine. Oh, wait! Oh my God, Blaine? What are you doing here?" Kurt's eyes lit up as realization settled in. I took Kurt's hand and ran. I totally forgot that Rachel and Tina were behind us until the song blared through Tina's phone.
The usual city noise, usually ridiculously loud, was now playing faintly in the back of my head. My heart thudded. Yellow lights shone brightly and lit up the city streets. I charged up the stairs, tugging Kurt along with me. I started to sing the intro.
"I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun. An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun."
I finally reached the top of the tall New York building. Kurt was laughing with obvious delight. Rachel tightened her robe around her pajama top and smiled. The rooftop was decorated with candles around the edges and yellow bows so we knew where the building ended. The ground was chalky grey rocks and an equally chalky cement roof. I continued on with the song.
"Get out your guns, battle's begun, are you a saint or a sinner?" A smile blossomed onto my face, and I pointed towards Kurt.
"If love's a fight, than I shall die, with my heart on a trigger."
I began to sort of dance, swinging my hands and twirling around.
"They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you are all that I adore." I winked at Kurt and he laughed and folded his hands around his mouth.
"If love is what you need," I pointed at Kurt, "A soldier I will be! I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'till the war's won." I folded my hands into a classic gun pose and pretended to shoot, needing something to do with my anxious, jittery hands.
"I don't care if heaven won't take me back!" I looked up when I sang this line and stuck my palms out and began on a dance move I didn't know the name to.
"I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe! Don't you know you're everything I have?" I brought my hands over my heart and scrunched up my shoulders.
"And I, I, I, I, I want to live not just survive, tonight. Sometimes to win, you've got to sin, don't mean I'm not a believer." I rolled my eyes when I saw Rachel holding her phone out, taking video of my performance.
"And major Tom... will sing along. Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer. They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well, baby, you are all that I adore. If love is what you need, a soldier I will be..."
Kurt grabbed for my hands and we danced and ran about. The excess dust from the rocks floated up, coloring our pant legs a faint gray.
"I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'till the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. DOn't you know you're everything I have?" I pointed to myself, indicating the I.
"And I, I, I, I, I want to live not just survive, tonight. Ohhhhh, oooohhh, whoa whoa oohh whoa!" Tina and Rachel sung the Ohh's as I occasionally butted in, "Angel with a shotgun."
"I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'till the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back..." And with as much energy as ever, I started on the chorus once again.
"I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'till the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, I, I, I, I want to live not just survive tonight. And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight."
I recovered after the high notes, enjoying the last of the instruments before they stopped playing, dead in their tracks, for the final few lines.
"They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well, baby, you're all that I adore." Kurt teared up and sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve.
"If love is what you need, a soldier I will be."
Rachel and Tina screamed and clapped. Rachel ended the video and slid her phone back into her robe pocket.
"I missed you, Kurt." Kurt was still sniffling and applauding as I kissed him breathlessly on the rooftop of our dream city.
(A/N: How was that for Klaine? I usually don't write a lot of Kurt/Blaine fluff, but something about the song choice just seemed right. Next chapter starts on Rachel, and I will begin to get everything settled in and put together! Thanks and please review!
Song(s) used: Angel With a Shotgun)