Hi guys. This is my first glee fic, so please be nice. Flames will be laughed at and the promptly deleted. I'm also looking for a story challenge,any are welcome!
Summary: Rachel's dreams are accomplished. So why is she not happy?
I do not own Glee.
I did it. I made it to Broadway and starred it my first play. My dream is accomplished. I did everything I always said I would. I'm a star
So why don't I feel any better?
I always thought that things would change if I accomplished my dream. That I wouldn't be Rachel Berry, crazy girl who gets slushied. Or Rachel Berry, spotlight stealing diva. Or that it would show those jerks back in Lima that I'm better than them or perhaps it would make them feel sorry for how bad they treated me. Or that the glee kids would finally respect me.
That the people who made my life hell would recognize how horrible they were.
That will feel bad about always giving away MY solos.
That Kurt and Mercedes will be sorry for constantly gossiping and making up rumors about me.
That Quinn, Santana, Brittney, and the other Cheerios will be even slightly remorseful for the cruel remarks, drawing pornographic images of me in the bathroom, and the rest of their mean tricks.
That Puck and the other jocks will feel bad about throwing slushies at me and being mean.
That Finn will realize how much he hurt me everytime he used me.
That Jesse will apoligize for being so cruel, heartless, and for using me.
Or maybe even that my mom will love me.
I always thought that a prince will come riding in on a white horse and make my life better if I accomplished something. I guess that sommething became starring on Broadway.
That prince?
Yeah, he never came. Another disappointment in the life of Rachel Berry.
So yeah, I finally made it to Broadway.
Great. I'm the star I always wanted to be. The star I always told everyone I'd be.
But why am I not happy?