Disclaimer: I do not own glee, though I wouldn't mind owning Dean Geyer. ;)
This is my first story on here, and my first glee story. Let me know what you think.
It had been a long stressful week since Rachel had gotten back from Ohio and officially breaking up with Finn. She had spent 90% of her time trying to keep up in classes now that the semester was in full swing. The other ten percent was spent trying to sleep, unsuccessfully for the most part. Needless to say, it was Friday night and she was absolutely exhausted. Everytime she tried to fall asleep, memories from the past 4 years plagued her. So much had happened, some of it she wishes she could have changed.
On top of all that, she hadn't heard from Brody since she got back. Sure they had class together and she passed him in the hall, but he hadn't texted her, said a word to her, or responded to any of her messages. She was beyond confused. She didn't know what she had done to cause all this. Plus Kurt was having his own problems so she didn't want to bother him with hers.
Between the stress and lack of sleep, Rachel was about ready to pass out before she even made it out the doors of NYADA after class. She had deep bags under her eyes which even her makeup could no longer hide. And to be honest, she was sort of walking like she was completely drunk, wobbling all over the place. She knew she shouldn't travel home, but she also knew she really had no choice. So she headed through the halls and campus of NYADA in worse shape than she had ever been in before.
As she was about to head off campus she heard a voice calling her name, well at least she thought she did. Who knows, she might be hallucinating by now. Shaking it off, she kept walking, each step struggling to get her mind and body to agree. Two steps later and she felt a strong hand wrapping around her arm. Oh crap she thought, of course I'd decide to go home while unable to keep my bearings and let someone sneak up to hurt me. Her instincts kicked in and she tried to flee.
"Rachel," she heard. It was a calm but forceful sounding voice. She paused for a second to take a glance at the person who had come up behind her. It was Brody. "God Rachel, stop for one second and look at me." She complied and turned to see his face full of concern.
"What's going on Rach? You look like death, and not in a sick way." At this point she could barely keep herself standing. "Ok, whether you like it or not, I'm taking you back to my room, there is no way to are going home in this condition." She felt herself nod and lean into him. She certainly did not have the energy to protest.
Before she knew it she was leaning against Brody as he unlocked his door. Once it was open she felt herself lifted off the ground and carried over to his bed. The next thing she saw was complete darkness as she drifted into an immediate sleep.