A/N- So this is pretty much cannon. Set during Senior year (the dates are going to be 2014 cause that's easier for me, but the original glee cast is in their senior year of high school).
Special thing about this fic- after this first chapter, everything is going to be completely written in letters, no narrative, just letters between Rachel and Anon (please let me know if you have a better name than 'Anon' for the secret admirer cause I got's nothin!)
Rachel walked into her half empty third period English class, and was greeted with the sight of a piece of notebook paper folded into quarters on her desk. Her initial reaction was to crumple it up and throw it away, but written on the outside in elegant capital letters was 'To- Ms. Rachel Berry.'
Sitting down and taking a covert around the room, Rachel ensured that nobody was watching as she opened and read the letter-
Monday, February 17, 2014
Dear Rachel,
Let me just start by saying I can't believe I'm actually writing a secret admirer letter. But remember that passage we read in English the other day? About living like weasels? The whole point was to just stop thinking things through too much and live in the present and go for it. So here I go.
I really like you Rachel. I know you are dating Finn and I know there is absolutely nothing I can do to change that, but I really like you. All of you, from your beautiful voice to your argyle sweaters. There isn't one part of you that I can't imagine ever wanting to change...aside from your choice in companions.
I remember that glee competition when you sang 'Don't Rain on My Parade'-yes, I was there and yes, I realize I am dating myself here but yes, I have liked you since sophomore year- just listening to the soul you poured into that performance, I felt something. Something I can't shove down and deny any longer.
Sitting here writing this, even I can't ignore how juvenile this whole endeavor is. It's like we're in grade school again when boys would write girls those letters, 'do you like me? check yes or no.' but I can't help it. I need to know that you know. Even if you don't know who I am, I need you to know that someone out there cares deeply about you Rachel.
You don't know this, but most of the time when it seems like I'm diligently taking notes, I'm really just writing poetry in my notebook. I wrote a poem for you and maybe one day I'll share it with you. Today, is unfortunately, not that day. But perhaps soon.
Until I write again,
Anon.
P.S. You look really cute in that green cardigan, no matter what the cheerleaders say.
Short for the first chapter, tell me what you think!
