A/N: I decided that even though my Mike/Rachel fic is currently unfinished, I needed to motivate myself to write more often. Thus, I set myself a challenge: write 50 Glee drabbles before I leave South Africa on August 14th. This amounts to more than one per day. Hopefully I will be able to complete this project on time, and with any luck, writing the drabbles will in turn inspire me to update Loud and Clear more quickly. Wish me luck!
Disclaimer: No, they are not mine. If only.
He wakes up to the sound of someone pounding on the door of his room, one of the few singles in the dorm. Groaning, he rolls over to see the glowing green numbers on his digital clock read 2:54. He continues to lie there, staring at the ceiling and hoping that whoever it is will go away, but no such luck. He stumbles out of the comfort of his bed and groggily makes his way to the door.
He comes wide awake and his heart contorts when he throws the door open to see his best friend standing there in pyjama pants and a sweatshirt, eyes red and puffy, tears trailing down her cheeks. "Oh, Rach," he says, opening his arms to her. She falls gratefully into his embrace, sobbing into his t-shirt clad chest until her tears subside. He doesn't say anything when she pulls back to wipe her eyes, only pulls her all the way into the room, shutting the door behind them.
"I don't want to talk about it right now," she murmurs through her sniffles.
"Okay," he says unquestioningly. He moves to sit on the full-sized bed that takes up much of the space in the room and pats the space next to him. "Movie?"
She smiles weakly and sits next to him, leaning into his side when he wraps an arm around her waist. "That sounds good. You choose."
"Alright. You relax, I'll set everything up," he says, kissing the top of her head before getting up to turn his computer monitor towards the bed. She pulls off her hooded sweatshirt to reveal a black tank top, and gets all the way onto his bed to lean back against the wall where his pillows are. He pops a DVD into his computer and starts the movie before hopping onto the bed beside her.
"The Usual Suspects," she says as she scoots over to give him more room. "The first movie we watched together."
He nods, arranging his two pillows against the wall before settling back on them. She nestles into his side, resting her head on his chest as he drops his arm across her shoulders, squeezing her arm reassuringly.
She breaks the silence half an hour into the movie. "We broke up," she mumbles into his shirt, clutching at it with her hand. "I saw him kissing his lab partner." His heart breaks for the tiny girl at his side when she continues in a whisper, "Why am I never enough? Never good enough?"
He takes a deep breath. "It's not you, Rach. This is all about him, about his stupidity, and the stupidity of the guys you've dated before," he comforts her. "It has nothing to do with you. Any guy dumb enough to let you get away doesn't deserve you anyway."
She absorbs his words for a few minutes, and a small smile tugs at her lips. "Don't you ever let me go, Matt. I don't think I could take losing you," she says softly.
His breath catches for a second, and he tightens his hold on her. "Never," he agrees quietly.
They make it through another forty-five minutes before they start nodding off. He manages to get them both settled under his covers, but allows the movie to continue playing in the background. He smiles slightly as she snuggles close to him trustingly, resting on her side with her head on his chest, his hand holding the arm she drapes across his abdomen. As she drifts off to sleep, her legs tangled with his, she can't help but think there is nowhere else in the world she would rather be.