I'm obsessed with the song "The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson. It's the inspiration for this fic. It's the song Rachel is singing. Listen to it if you haven't already. Some words are changed, to fit it better…in my opinion.
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"If you were falling, Then I would catch you. You need a light, I'd find a match," I heard voice coming from the choir room. I was skipping last period like everyday, "Cause I love the way you say good morning and you take me the way I am."
I was used to Rachel singing, I mean it's her "chosen career path and if she were ever to loose…something" well by then I block out her ranting about Broadway and New York and something about a guy named Tony giving out awards. But this song wasn't something she would usually sing. It was something that made you wanna sway.
"If you are chilly, here take my sweater." I laughed, like anyone could fit into her tiny sweaters. "You're head is aching? I'll make it better," I remembered how when I got a brain freeze from that slushee facial she knew exactly how to make it better…probably from all the practice I gave her. "Cause I miss the way you call me baby, and you take me the way I am," I actually miss 'going out' with her, I hate the idea that she would rather have Hudson call her 'Baby' than me.
"I'll buy you rogaine, if you start losing all your hair," I'm sure I could just borrow a wig from the 'hair' mash-up. Not that I would ever loose my hair, I'm too bad ass for that. "Sew on patches, to all you tear. Cause I love you more than I could ever promise." While we were going out, she saw a tear in one of my jerseys and just about had a heart attack. She fixed it and when she brought it back to me the next day it smelled like her. I still think she wore it to bad. Aww, Hell. Berry in my jersey…HOT!
"You take me the way I am," I walked in the room as she was strumming the guitar, "You-oh-oh-oh, take me the way I am."
"Didn't know you could play the guitar, Berry," I said, pulling up a chair and sat backwards and the chair, facing her.
"Didn't think you ever cared, Puckerman," she dead-panned.
"I don't," why was she so mad at me? Probably because I walked in during her tribute to Saint Finn, "it's just nice to have a fellow guitar player…even one as amateur as you."
"Oh, get a life," she rolled her eyes and got up to put away the guitar, I followed her.
"Aw, come on. Why are you so mad Berry, I haven't don-"
"What Puck?" she sneered, "Haven't done anything worse than the hell you've put me through since we started high school? Oh, right. I forgot, you fell into the land of ass hole's and can't find your way out. You know what Puck?! Go screw yourself," she nearly screamed as she slammed the door.
She left a printed paper on the seat she was on, it had the lyrics to the song printed with cliffnotes in her writing. At the very bottom of the paper an extra verse was written. Well Fuck, I ran out of the class to find her storming to her locker, "Hey Berry!"
She looked at me, her lips pressed in a thin line. "What do you want?" She asked when I reached her.
"Got a map?" I smiled and handed her the paper. I winked and turned my back to her, "See you in Glee."