Rachel's POV

I start to stir in bed, as the early hour sun beams through my bedroom window. I groan and roll over so I can sit up straight. As I sit up and get comfy, I start rubbing the melted sleep remains from my eyes and yawn, as I look over to my alarm clock, "7:30am?" I question myself.
"Can't I get any sleep around here?" I say, in a pissed off mood and half awake tone.
''I'm in the shower first bitch.'' My utterly annoying sister, Santana, yells, right out the front of my door.

I quickly lift myself up from the bed and clench my teeth, as I approach my bedroom door. Fiercely opening it, I put my smart ass face on and throw a shoe at Santana. ''Santana, people are trying to sleep, don't you care?'' I yell out, now angry that I couldn't get a good morning rest before work.

''Excuse me, Miss Rachel'' Santana stops and eyes me.
''You're excused'' I say, smiling at her.
"No girl throws a shoe at me... and you know how hardcore I get when high maintenance chicks get in my way"
I turn my head and latch onto my door handle. Santana stands there and does her stupid angry hand gestures. I smile and shake my head "Blah, blah, blah"
"You better go into your room-"
"Going... going...-"
"Just get in there"
"Gone" And with that, I close the door and return to a sleepless morning.
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I go into my bedroom and open the timber blinds. Carefully dusting them, I sneeze "Bless me"
Due to my sneezing, I go over to my desk where my TV sits and smile, as I put on the morning news. I watch for a boring thirty seconds and wait for the weather to come on. Sliding over to beside the TV, I go hands on with my iPod and plug it into the dock. It starts playing the tune I listen to, as I work out of a morning. "Okay, so, sunny today with a chance of showers... just have to use this new elliptical of mine"
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I walk out to the lounge room and meet with my baby sister, Quinn. She looks up to me and smiles. "Hey, Rach" she greets, looking in a hangover kind of way. Her eyes are bloodshot and she carries a half empty bottle of Daphne.
"Hangover, aye?" I giggle at her, as I walk into the kitchen in my sweat pants and now drenched white singlet t-shirt.
"Shut up. San, Britt and I went out for drinks last night and we got shouted with drinks from these super hot guys, with the names, Sam, Puck, Finn and Artie... well Artie looked nerd type, not necessarily hot"

"Sounds cool... sorry Quinn, but, I have to use the bathroom... could be a while. Only kidding." I say, walking away to the bathroom.

Quinn's POV

''Is it just me or does Rachel look upset? I was just talking to her in the lounge room and she looked and sounded upset'' I say, taking a seat at the table.

''Yeah, she didn't look happy last night either'' Brittany says, grinning.

''Well does anyone know what's wrong with her?'' I ask, worried.

''No, maybe she's sick... maybe she touched my duck friends and she caught duck disease.'' Brittany says, widening her mouth.
''Ducks are up your ass" I say, patting her on the shoulder.

''Why would ducks be up Brittany's ass?'' Rachel says, making an appearance in the doorway.

''She's being hypocritical... you know Brittany, duck obsessed'' I say, looking down at the coffee mug, Brittany had just placed in front of me.

''Quinn asked if you were okay... because you didn't look good'' Brittany says, putting the bread in the toaster.

''Oh did she? Quinn, how many times have I got to tell you, I'm fine?''

''You really look fine... to be totally honest with you, Rach... you look like shit.'' I shout back, matter of faculty.

''I find that extremely hard to believe, look at you, Quinn. Look at those eyes, that pop out of your head like big cherries... Gees, I don't think you need anymore blood vessels to your macular." Rachel says, sounding incredibly insane.

"Excuse me... you don't make sense, and yes, you do look like shit and don't talk about my eyes like that. I can't help that Mum and Dad made my eyes look red.'' I say, inhaling a deep breath and taking a big sip of my hot chocolate.

''Okay, stop with the 'You look like shit business'" Rachel backfires.
"Just hurry up and tell us, don't be a coward." Tina says, turning a corner and entering the kitchen. "Gees, you go on about all us, but you hesitate to tell us information which we want to know about... what if you had cancer or something and we wanted to know? Then we find out you have this many months to live-"
"I was expecting a letter to come in the mail, two days ago... but it never came. I wanted to get into that musical on Broadway... so bad, but they mustn't have liked me'' Rachel interrupts, as Tina sits on a chair, in front of Brittany, who stands on a stool and reaches into the cupboard for some plates.

''You received a guy in an envelope?'' Brittany says, stepping down from the stool and placing a stack of plates on the beige bench. "Have Mum and Dad woken up yet?" She adds, spreading them all out.

''Brittany, I did not receive a guy in an envelope and no... Mum and Dad haven't woken up. You guys should be glad, they'll kill you if they find out you girls went drinking"

''That's crazy, you were in the school's glee club... you had three different dance classes and four out of school singing lessons.'' I say, looking into Rachel's eyes.

"Yeah, oh well, I just have to cope with my rejection... I have to go to Blaine's house." Rachel says, wrapping her arm around her coat and grabbing the keys to her SUV.

"Have fun, Rach" I say, taking a bite of my toast and logging into my Apple laptop.

Rachel's POV

I get into my car and head for my friend, Blaine's, house. I take a deep breath and wonder how he will help me through my pain. He said he would talk to me about my stress and all the crying I've been doing, twenty five percent of the day.

I pull up out the front of his house and sit by myself in my car. Staring at his front window for a few minutes, I gather enough will, power, and strength to walk up to his front porch and knock on the door. I hear a few steps and thumps before he appears at the door.

''Hello Rachel. How nice of you to stop by... wasn't expecting you'' He says, pulling me into a nice big hug.

"I, um... you-"I say, in confusion.
"I know, I invited you over... come in, Rach" Blaine moves his hands out of the way and steps to the side.
"Thank you" I say, stepping into his house and ignoring the slight chills of the cold air conditioner breeze, on my arms. I exhale breaths and Blaine realises, not only am I sad, I'm extremely cold.
"Oh, you're cold... have my jacket" Blaine says, handing his jacket over to me and securing it into my hands.
"I have my own coat in my car... it's fluffy, you can keep yours." I say, pushing it away.
He shakes his head and smirks. "It's okay, I really don't mine and you don't want to go outside in this weather... it's raining"

"Have I ever told you that... you know exactly how to make someone feel special. That's why I came to see you.'' I say, poking him on the arm and sliding his jacket over my shoulders.

''Well, I have known you for a long time, so yeah... you have told me that about, I don't know, twenty times'' He says playfully, taking a seat on his leather couch.

''Yeah, I know" I say, placing my ass next to him.
"So, when I first went in for an audition on Broadway... they gave me rejection, saying that 'I should go to a school for gays... because I'm just a big, dancing piece of gay and I don't belong on Broadway' because I had to kiss a girl in the musical and touch the chicks boobs.
"Well, I didn't get any of those kinds of rejections"
"That's because you're not gay, Rachel. I can't express my true feelings... I have a thing for Kurt and I'm not brave enough to let it all out... I don't wanna die alone."
"Pfft, you die alone? You're smokin' hot and any guy would love you... and just to tell you one thing, Kurt feels the exact same way" I say, nodding my head and placing my hand on his clenched fist... "Anyway, I have to go. I hope you figure out your troubles and feel better in no time. Have a great day."

"Thank you... you too, Rach"
"Bye, gorgeous" And with that, I walk back to my car, and drive home.

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''I'm home'' I call out, when I open the door to our family home.
I stand in the entrance of the door and hear the loud tones of my mother and father yelling at the girls. I poise my eyes to them and try not to laugh.
"Why did you girls go out drinking with boys, when you knew I was working late and I wouldn't be home?" Mum asks, raising her voice and pointing at all of them. "Quinn, especially you... you're the baby of everyone and you think its okay to go out and drink with boys."
They all giggle and put the sleeves of their robes up to their mouths, keeping in their giggles.
"Mum, what do you expect? When you go to work... that's when we go out" Santana says, putting her head in her lap.
"SANTANA... Okay, all of you girls... bedroom NOW" Mum says, pointing to the stair case.
I chuckle and walk into the lounge room, as all the girls go upstairs.
"What was that all about, Mum?' I ask, walking over to the table and pulling out a chair.
"Your sisters... Just starting out to be teen fuck heads." Mum says, walking into the kitchen with a glass of straight vodka. She tips it into the sink and shakes her head. "TEENAGERS"