AN: Sorry it has taken me so long to finish this chapter but I have been so busy with my uni work and looking after my kids that only now have I been able to sit down and really write. I apologise again for any errors and would like to thank everyone for their reviews :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rachel Berry or any other Glee characters.

It had been 5 days.

5 days since I wrote the letter and I still hadn't received a reply. It wasn't like I really cared if I got a reply or anything; I had better things to do with my time. First there was the massive amount of homework that the teachers felt the need to give us. I mean seriously who thought it was a good idea to give us seniors that much work in our last year. Don't get me wrong, I love homework. I would just rather be focusing on my impending stardom and Broadway career then having to sit down every night and to complete a worksheet that I could do in my sleep. Second I had this week's Glee Club topic. We had to perform a song from a rock band. I admit, rock isn't my favourite style of music but in the end it is a chance to broaden my musical talent.

As of right now I am currently making my way to the front office. I decided to do the right thing and stop by there before and after school just to make sure that I hadn't yet received a letter. It was an amazing system that the teachers had worked out. After re-reading the rules for the tenth time I thought having our 'addresses' on our letter boxes would give away who we were sending messages to. However the teachers had implemented a colour code system. The front office staff had our name, 'address' and attached to a letter box colour. I was thankful that my teacher knew me well enough to give me the pink letter box.

Making a right turn and walking through to where the letter boxes were kept I prayed silently, hoping that I had something waiting for me. I would be kidding myself if I didn't secretly want someone to talk to. I held my breath as I lifted the lid to my bright pink letter box. As I peered down I saw a envelope waiting for me. Reaching in and pulling it out I couldn't help but smile. I was so thankful that I had actually received a letter. I carefully put the lid back down and walked out of the office and to my car.

I made it home within 10 minutes and practically ran inside. Saying a quick hello to my daddy who was in the kitchen preparing dinner, I skipped up the stairs and into my room. Putting my bag into its rightful place, I grabbed the letter that I put in the front pocket and sat at my desk. It wasn't until now that I realized I was nervous about what the letter would contain. I really hoped that this person was nice and that we both enjoyed the same things. It would be rather dull if we had to write to one another and found that we didn't have anything to talk about. Opening the envelope I pulled the letter out carefully and unfolded it. The handwriting on the page wasn't very neat but it wasn't overly messy either. At least I could read the writing that was on the page. Taking another deep breath I began to take in the words on the piece of paper.

Dear Anonymous,

Hi. It's safe to say that you're not alone in that respect. Our school these past few years has become a madhouse full of fakes and wannabe's. Why can't everyone just accept who they are and not what they assume they're supposed to be? All I know is that the people I'm surrounded by, except for a few, are only there because of who I am. So yes, I am definitely interested in a friendship not ruled by names and ranks. Personality is the key. So I think one of us should start a conversation that doesn't have to do with formalities. Let's see… How is your homework going? Is it me or do all of the teachers suddenly hate us?

Sincerely,
JB

I put the letter down and smiled. I liked this person already. Looking at the clock I realized I only had 45 minutes before my ballet lesson and that I needed to finish my chemistry homework before I left. Putting my letter aside I fumbled through my bag and grabbed out my chemistry text book and the worksheet before setting out to complete the first question.

I went over to my sports bag and put my ballet slippers into it carefully. Tonight's class hadn't gone so well. Not only was I worried about my chemistry homework I hadn't managed to complete. I kept thinking about the mystery person who had written me that letter. I could tell that my dance partner Jesse was not impressed with my lack of concentration tonight. He was constantly whispering "concentrate" and "what is the matter with you?" into my ear throughout the dance number we were running through. As I slipped my grey hoodie on I felt someones presence behind me. I knew who it was before I turned around but his close proximity had me jumping back a little.

"Go out with me" he blurted out at me. This was becoming like a ritual between us. We would dance together and then after class Jesse would come over and ask me out. It wasn't like I didn't find him attractive because I did. It was more the fact that he was a pompous ass who thought he had more talent in his pinkie finger than I had in my whole body.

"We have been through this before Jesse" I sighed. I had hoped the last time this happened he had gotten the message. Obviously he was a little thicker in the head then I thought.

"Come on Rach" Jesse smile. His use of my nickname made me cringe. "It's just dinner and a movie what could be the worst that will happen?"

"Oh I don't know. Maybe the fact that every time we have had a conversation outside of this studio it has been mainly about you and how you're destined to make it big"

Taking both of my hands in his he smiled down at me. "Seriously Rach, just think about it" he said before bringing one of my hands up and laying a soft kiss on the top of it. I just stood there dumbfounded. I normally prided myself on my quick comebacks but today I couldn't think beyond the feel of his soft lips on my hand. When I finally came out of my daze I realized Jesse had left and my Dad was standing in front of me.

"Ready to go home sweetheart" he asked with a slightly concerned tone in his voice. I nodded my response afraid that my voice would give away the emotion that was swirling around inside of me.

Aside from my dad asking me how my day was, if my homework was completed and how ballet had gone the drive home was relatively silent. As a matter of fact dinner was pretty silent as well. My dad's talking mostly about work and telling me that they would be heading out of town for a few days in a couple of weeks.

After dinner I said goodnight to them both and walked slowly to my room. I was tired but I knew that I had to complete my homework before I could finally put myself to bed. As I sat down at my desk I noticed the letter sitting to the side. I looked between it and my homework a few times before picking it up and re-reading it. I then grabbed a spare piece of paper and a pen from my bedazzled holder and began to write a response.

Dear JB,

I'm glad to hear we're on the same page. I'm also sorry that you feel that way about the people who call themselves your "friends". That's part of the reason I don't associate with many people. They either use you or hurt you but enough of my dramatic tendencies towards friendship. The homework is insane! I usually don't mind the amount of homework the teachers give us during the school year but my goodness, what happened? It's as though they want us to fail our final year. I've barely made a dent in my homework and this pen-pal thing isn't helping. Just joking. I think I'm making progress. How about you? Have you gotten any done? And I really have to ask: what does JB stand for? Please don't tell me it is something like Justin Bieber or Jonas Brothers

Sincerely,
Anonymous

Feeling satisfied with the letter, I folded it accordingly and slotted it into an envelope before writing down the return address that was on my envelope. I was slightly curious as to whether my pen pal was a male or female. It was quite hard to tell with the way that they wrote. I'll just wait for my new pen pal tell me.

Oh, my new pen pal.

They had only sent me one letter and I was already feeling a connection with them. Even though we are in two completely different situations, I can still relate. It seemed as though their "friends" were really missing out. Even though the first impression had been made, it could always change. They could turn out to be a total jerk and totally screw me over. That's usually what friends do anyway. Screw you over. I shook my head realizing that I shouldn't be thinking this way about someone I barely know. Putting the addressed envelope aside I picked up my chemistry text book and began to read trying to forget about JB for a few hours.