Rachel's POV
The words 'Turn around' echo in my mind. I begin to twist, my soles squeaking on the pavement. Then I see him. My face lights up, the former tears of sadness streaming down my face, are replaced by pure joy. He's here. In the flesh. My best friend.
I begin sprinting towards him, my shoes slipping off. But I don't mind. Kurt's here. In NYC. That's all that matters.
I leave the apartment, closing the door behind me. It's strange to think that, just one week ago, this wasn't in my mind. Me and Kurt weren't living together, I was still hung up on...er...him; I wasn't happy. Not like I am now. I pass the fountain and spot Brody perched on a bench doing sit ups.
"999... 1000" He says, faking deep breaths. Brody. I don't quite know where we stand. He's a great guy, but am I reallly over so-and-so? It's obvious- I can't even say his name. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic. What would my dads say? I don't know. I'm so lost.
"Hey Rach, how you doin'" He playfully winks at me. I giggle, but not like the Rachel Berry sophmore. I laugh like the grown up Rachel. The New York Berry. Hey, that has a pretty good ring!
"Come on," I say dragging Brody up by the arm "Let's go, we'll be late"
"But I don't wanna go to school today" He wines. To be honest, I can't blame him. I don't want to go to hell either.