From the Autobiography of Rachel Berry:
Chapter 22: The Anderson-Hummels
The first time I met Blaine Anderson, it was the first day of my sophomore year at NYU. Like me, Blaine was a music student, though a couple of years older and he sat down next to me in Music Theory 204.
The first thing I noticed about Blaine was how incredible he smelled; something Dolce and Cabana, I think. It hit my senses before I even turned around to introduce myself. The second thing I noticed once I finally turned to look at him was how drop dead gorgeous he was. His eyes were a honey color and were warm and his dark hair was gelled with a little too much product, but he had a smile that would surely melt the panties off any girl.
And when he told me about what he was doing at NYU, I was enamored. There was a flicker of something, excitement, passion, determination, in Blaine eyes. It was the same excitement about music that I saw in my own eyes every morning as I gave myself my daily pep talk. I was desperate for the stage, Broadway had been calling my name from the moment I was conceived and there was nothing, and I mean nothing that would stand in my way of becoming a star.
But despite our similar passion, Blaine was different. During our very first conversation I learned that Blaine wanted to be a songwriter. He wanted to put his words out there with a melody for the whole world to hear. But he'd been majoring in music education so that he could teach while he wrote, waiting for his change at fame. One day I would learn to appreciate Blaine's ability to think practically about his future. But at the time, I thought he was a fool.
I was immediately interested; looking to find my leading man who could keep up with my talent (not that I actually knew at that point if Blaine had any). But then he told me about Kurt, his boyfriend, and all my dreams of Blaine Anderson fathering my children I would have after I'd won at least two Tony Awards were shattered.
I met Kurt Hummel for the first time a few months later, right before Thanksgiving break that year. Kurt was a fashion student at Parsons. He was taller than Blaine with legs for days and he was perfectly dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a grey sweater. His hair was perfectly styled on the top of his head. I wasn't really sure what Blaine's type was, but for some reason Kurt Hummel didn't seem like it. Before Blaine had even finished introducing us, I knew I didn't like him. I wasn't sure why and it was clear by the end of the night that he wasn't too fond of me either. It continued that way for years to come.
Thinking about it now, I think the biggest reason why we didn't get along then and in the coming years was because we were, and are so alike. We're both so ambitious that it sometimes clouds our judgment of situations, people, and ourselves. Kurt had a passion for fashion, about finding the perfect outfit, the perfect fabric, and the perfect accessories for every moment of your life. And that passion burned just as bright as mine was to find the perfect song, the perfect note, to have the perfect performance. Spoiler alert: We eventually came to an understanding and I'd like to think he loves me just as a little bit now. Though he'll probably deny it if you ask him out right.
And then there is Madeline; the best thing that ever happened to me. The story of how she came to be is paved with decisions that, without her, I wouldn't have been proud of. But I can't regret a single thing I'd done because all of that led me to her. Watching Madeline grow up over the last twenty years has been the one of the greatest joys I have ever had. Madeline's existence taught me lessons I didn't know I needed to learn. She taught me, for the first time in my spoiled life, how to stop being selfish and to give a thought to someone other than myself. She was the gift that I was given, but only so that I could give her to someone else.
I don't think any of us understood what we were in for when I showed up at Kurt and Blaine's apartment one night, four months pregnant and soaking wet. But that night, Madeline quickly became the glue that brought a lot of pieces together.
AN: So Madeline is here! Please let me know what you think and Chapter 1 will be posted either tomorrow or Monday!