A\N: Hello there! First of all – I'm going to say this again: I DON'T OWN THE IDEA OR THE SUMMARY. I saw one gifset about it on tumblr and I thought - hey, I've always wanted to write something, and I have tons of ideas, so why the fuck not? Then, here I am! Second of all, English isn't my first language, so I'll try to do my best and if I'll have any mistakes, please, TELL ME. So that's pretty much everything for now! I hope you'll enjoy. (:
I DONT OWN GLEE
"God, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!" Rachel yelled as she slammed the door, throwing her bag somewhere in the room.
Kurt, who sat in his room, raised an eyebrow. "What happened now, Rach?" Kurt asked as he stepped out of his room, leaning against the wall. "You finally found out that the new book about Barbra sold out?"
"No, it's my new dance teacher," She sighed, sitting on the floor with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "She's a monster. She keeps yelling at us – especially on me – and God, I think it's because I'm Jewish or something. Can you really see It on me?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and smiles at his best friend. "Rachel, I'm pretty sure she doesn't know you're Jewish," He started, " And if she does, why do you even care so much about that stupi – "
"Wait," Rachel interrupted, "There's a new Barbra book?! How's that I didn't find out about it?!"
Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes again. "You're so lucky you have me, because I already bought a copy today," Rachel sighed in relief, "But anyway, what did you say about your dance teacher?"
"My dance teacher, she just won't let up on me," Rachel sighed, "She told me that I wasn't sexy enough today."
"Maybe you shouldn't wear a bra for your next class." Kurt offered and smiled.
Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed again, "I'm just so tired of this Cassandra July, she's such a – " She started, but Kurt interrupted.
"Wait, Cassy July is your teacher?" Kurt asked, and Rachel nodded and bit her lip with a tired look on her face. "AKA Crazy July? AKA the biggest trainwreck in Broadway history?"
Rachel nodded again, "That's the woman."
"Oh my," Kurt sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Indeed. And when she finally left me alone, she stated to go on and on about how fucking amazing Blaine Anderson is."
"What?!" Kurt suddenly yelled. "Blaine Anderson? You share a class with Blaine Anderson?" Kurt breathed out while Rachel smiled and nodded, aware of Kurt's Broadway crush . "As in the Blaine Anderson…" Kurt's voice suddenly got lower, about to crack, "you mean NYADA's own Broadway star?"
Rachel chuckled and nodded, "The man and the talent."
"Oh my god, Rachel, " Kurt breathed out, "You have to get me into this school."
A\N: I hope you liked it! I know it's pretty short, but it's only the prologue. Reviews makes me happy; good ones and bad ones. :)