Hey you guys. I've been listening to "Penguin" by Christina Perri. I thought of the idea of a Brittana fic, but I changed it to Faberry. I thought that would be better fitting. It's been a while, so I'm hoping that this is gonna go well. Please review and I'm open to any suggestions and all criticism. Thanks you guys! -sammy
One call. That's all I wish from her. I bought us those metro north passes. I just want one call from her. I haven't heard from her all summer. I haven't really gotten to talk to her since graduation and the last time I saw her was when the train pulled away. That killed me and it kills me even more knowing that she's doing so well in New York and we haven't kept in touch. I've texted her but for some reason she hasn't replied. I guess we weren't the 'friends' that I thought we were. I want to go visit her and see how she is in New York, but I don't want to be rude and show up unannounced, especially if she has some fancy NYADA thing she has attend. I have heard that she and Kurt are living together now. I haven't really cared to keep in touch with everyone else from glee club as much as I want to with her. Though maybe, I should give one of them a call. I grab my cell and figure I could start off with Mercedes. I mean, she probably still talks to Kurt.
"Hello?"
"Mercedes? It's Quinn."
"Pretty blonde with the white girl ass! How have you been? How is Yale?"
I laugh a bit from the old nickname. "I've been okay. Yale's good. Yale's actually pretty great. How's LA, hot shot?"
"It's fun. A very different experience; a lot better than Ohio. I've been singing back-up for a couple different people. Getting small gigs here and there. Mostly been working odd jobs to pay the bills."
"Sounds fun!" I say with a hint of sarcasm. "Hey, I have a question to ask."
"Go ahead, shoot."
"Have you talked to anyone from glee club?"
"You know what? Not really. I mean not like, often. I hear from people here and there. I have kept in touch with Sam, of course."
"Oh yeah, how's the great 'Samcedes' going? Is it still going?"
"Yeah, and no. I mean, we both know that being so far is just gonna hurt us more than it'll help. So we're just keeping it friends for now. If we're meant to be, then later on in life we'll be."
"That's good." I reply distractedly thinking of myself and Rachel and our distance and the possibility of it factoring into our relationship. "But yeah, while I still have you, have you heard from like Kurt," I decide to add, "or maybe even Rachel?" I nervously wait in bated breath. I know that those four words may give me away, but I have to know.
"And there's the million dollar question. Two things: one, I actually have talked to Kurt," she dramatically pauses, "on Skype, and I don't know if you know or not, but they live together now, so I have talked to her too. And two, I thought you guys had those train passes? You haven't gone to see her yet? Thanksgiving's in like a month. Speaking of, are you going to Ohio for your break?"
How'd she hear about those? Oh yeah, Rachel probably told Kurt and he told Mercedes, or she just flat out told her. "That's good. I actually have heard that they were living together. Yeah, I'm going home for break. Family weekend was last weekend and my mom came because she's trying to be a better mom. Well, when she was here, she thought to bring up the fact that the holidays are coming up and continuously requested that I come home to spend time as a family. She might even be getting Frannie and her husband to go to Ohio."
"Wow, she's serious."
"Yeah, she is. And no, we haven't used the passes yet. I've been trying to get in touch with her but she hasn't really text me back. I don't want to be some annoying old high school friend desperately holding to our friendship, but I would like to talk every once in a while, ya know?"
"Yeah, I get you. Well, she has been pretty busy. I mean, she's got this new guy after her. His name is Bryan, Brady, Brody. His name is Brody. Yeah, and white boy's been trying to get her vegan milk in his white choco puffs." I curl my lip in disgust when she mentions there's another guy, but laugh it off at her adapted quote of will. .
"Oh." I don't know what to say. I mean, it's not like I secretly imagined taking her around New York to the sights she hasn't seen and ones I didn't get to see while we were there two years ago.
"Yeah. I've gotta go Quinn, got this audition my agent scheduled for me tomorrow, and I need to rehearse. Definitely keep in touch. Maybe I'll see you during the holidays soon, depending on my schedule."
"Yeah, yeah, okay. That's fine. I'll talk to you then and I'll text you from time to time. Break a leg!"
"Thanks."
"Bye!" I was about to hang up but I heard a quick "Wait!" before I got to end the call.
"Yeah?"
"Hurry up and get your girl before he goes in for the kill." That was the last thing before the line went dead.
Hurry up and get your girl before he goes in for the kill? Shit. What does Mercedes know?
Alrighty, well that was an interesting conversation. Am I really that obvious? I know I've harbored some unacknowledged feelings towards Rachel, but how does Mercedes know? I mean, I know she knew about Brittany and Santana, but they were so bad at hiding it that the whole school knew about them before they said anything. I wonder who el— *beep* My phone interrupts my thoughts.
Kurt/Rachel skype: QueenPorcelain –Mercedes
Oh my gosh. Mercedes is helping me. I don't know what to do. Should I do it? I should. Awesome. But when? How? I don't even kn— *beep*
Get your girl. They're both home tonight. GO FOR IT! –Mercedes
Damn, Mercedes is good. I reply with a meager 'thnxJ –q' and glance at the time on my phone: 2:25. It's a Thursday afternoon, so I only have one last drama class at 3:30 that'll be over at 5:30. By the time I get a quick to-go dinner at the dining hall and get back to my room, it'll be a little after 6pm; I'll call them then. Now that my plan is figured out, I run to the dining hall to grab something for lunch before I go to class.
Same day, Mercedes POV
"Hurry up and get your girl before he goes in for the kill." I quickly throw in before I immediately disconnect the call. Hopefully she gets the idea. See, I've known about the whole love-hate relationship Kurt and I have so nicely named Faberry. We figured something was going down between them right around the whole I Feel Pretty/Unpretty mash-up they did when Berry had her whole nose job thing. I mean, me and my boy had a feeling something was going down but it wasn't until that mash-up, that all of that UST was truly confirmed for me and Kurt. I figured Quinn didn't have Kurt's number and obviously Rachel was too busy with NYADA's resident Justin Timberlake to answer, I'd give Quinn a hand and give her Kurt's Skype name and a little push to go for it. When you took away all of the negative and the horrid past out of their relationship, Faberry was actually a pretty adorable relationship.
I figured to get her to do it tonight, because I know she'd chicken out. I text Kurt practically every other day, so I know their schedule pretty well. I know Thursdays are the one night during the week that they don't do much except for ordering take-out and watch musicals.
After I send that last text to Quinn, I call Kurt.
"Newest intern at speaking."
"Hey. OH MY GOD! Congratulations! I'm guessing I don't have to ask how the interview went?"
"Hey 'Cedes! Yes it went fabulously!"
"I still want details!"
"They're coming, they're coming!" He laughs off. "So I walk in and Isabelle Wright pops out of her clothes rack and just says Columbus."
"Columbus?"
"Yeah, well she's from Columbus."
"The great Isabelle Wright is from Columbus, OHIO?"
"Yes, ma'am, She then proceeds to tell me how she got food poisoning at BreadStix and refuses to go there ever again."
"Oh god, don't let Santana hear that!"
"She'll go all Lima Heights!" We exclaim in unison while laughing.
"But yeah, she asks me all the usual interview questions and gives me the job on the spot!"
"Oh my gosh! That is amazing! Good for you Kurt! Today , tomorrow Fashion Week!"
"Ha ha, I wouldn't go that far. I mean, I still kind of want to go Broadway."
"Kind of?"
"Yeah, Isabelle might have said some things that I may still be thinking about."
"Oh, Kurt! Before I forget: Operation: Faberry is officially in go."
"What? When did that ever become an operation?"
"Just now. All I need you to do is make sure you're logged into Skype as soon as you get home and be expecting a call from a certain blonde Yale student."
"WHAT! Oh, this is definitely an operation I'm anxiously awaiting to complete."
"Yeah, I know. Just don't forget to make sure Rachel is with you and not out on the town with Zac Efron."
"Sir, yes, sir." Kurt mocks.