What Happens In New York
By: TracyCook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee and One Tree Hill.
Couple: Rachel Berry/Brooke Davis
Rating: M
Chapter 4
Intermission
Brooke's POV
What had happened in New York had been bittersweet for the young brunette. She had on one hand met one of the most amazing girls she had ever had the pleasure of meeting, sharing a special moment with her before finalizing it all with the best kiss of her life, whilst on the other hand she had lost her all the same. 'Hence the bittersweet…' She thought to herself as she fiddled with the golden star that hung around her neck.
Still, it seemed that meeting Rachel had been a turning point in her life. Causing her to reevaluate everything and make some huge decisions. Brooke was now living in Tree Hill once again where she was opening up a store in the town where she had grown up, Peyton, her best friend her entire life had returned as well and was opening a recording label, and she was able to be a part of her God son's life as well. This is what she had been missing in her life and thanks to one individual and a certain song entitled Get It Right, she had decided it was about time that was what she did.
"Now something else is missing…" She mumbled huskily under her breath as she continued to fiddle with the necklace, staring around the beautiful store she had created against her mother's disapproval.
The opening night had been a flop and it had almost been enough, with a bonus scolding from her bitch of a mother, for her to give up on her dreams of being at home with the people she loved and move back to New York. There was also an ache in her heart that told her that living in Tree Hill she would have no chance to ever see a certain young diva again, but she knew that when the time was right she would return. 'Like for her first Broadway production…' A dimpled grin spread across her face as she thought about Rachel and how she would be undoubtedly accepted into the world of Broadway. She knew that the other girl would get all her heart desired.
"What are you smiling about?" Haley asked her with a smile as she set her purse down on the counter in the store looking at the other woman with shimmering brown eyes. Curious as to what could have her best friend lost in thought.
Pulling herself out of her trance she laughed a little under her breath and looked around at the store. "I'm just so happy to be back." Her voice cracked a little, and she hoped that the teacher would not catch on to the half-truth, because in actuality that had not been the reasoning for her happiness.
Raising an eyebrow she nearly questioned it but decided to save it for another time as she quickly glanced toward the clock. "Well, I hate to do this to you, and I really hope that it doesn't ruin your good mood, but do you think that you could watch Jamie? I have some errands that I need to run before my class."
Her dimpled smile intensified as she thought of spending time with the young boy. She had missed out on so many years of his life, she knew that she needed to catch up with him. "Of course Hales, you know I'll watch him anytime."
"Good I'll go get him." With that she grinned sheepishly, reaching out for her purse and hurrying out the door.
"Wait—" She hadn't thought that she would be watching him at the store, but after thinking about in momentarily she decided that it would be no big deal. Plus Haley had already returned with her son before she had a chance to protest.
"Hey Auntie Brooke!" He said with a bright smile and shining blue eyes, it was amazing how much he could love her even though she had not been around. She regretted that more than anything.
A large dimpled smile spread from one ear to the other as hazel eyes nearly filled with tears just at the sight of him, she had missed so many birthdays and important parts of his life and she wanted to make sure that never happened again. "Hey there little man! You ready to spend a day with me?" Her raspy voice cracked as he ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her neck, she hugged him back lifting him up and looking at Haley who appeared to be in a hurry.
"Yeah! Can we watch that show again! The one with that guy you think is hot?" He asked, as always too intelligent for his age.
Now it was Brooke's turn to smile sheepishly as hazel eyes met reprimanding browns and for a moment she allowed herself to remember the beautiful brown eyes scolding her for her sexual joke after nationals. Quickly she rid her mind of these thoughts and laughed. "Of course buddy, we have to find out what happens to that cute doctor now don't we?"
"Brooke, I would appreciate it if you do not teach my son about hot guys." She said with a laugh on her tongue showing that she was only joking as she shook her head. "Okay, come give mommy a hug, I gotta get going."
Brooke lowered the young boy so that he could jump out of her arms and watched with happy hazel eyes as he ran to Haley, giving her a big hug and kiss before they exchanged their goodbyes. She still felt that tug at her heart from being alone; she could not even enjoy one night stands since meeting Rachel in New York. 'God I wasn't lying when I said I would miss her… fuck, this is unbearable… Why can't I just have it all…?'
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"What's this?" Jamie asked with a smile as he tugged a little too hard on the gold star around Brooke's neck for her comfort. She did not want it to break; it was the only thing that allowed her to know for certain that what happened in New York was real.
"It's a very important necklace."
"It's pretty, I like stars." He said as he continued to play with it. Even at the age of five he knew that it was special to her and started to handle it with a little more care.
"So does she." Brooke rasped out before she knew what she was saying, her mind lost in the last fleeting moments with the young star.
"She?" Jamie questioned confusion in his blue eyes as he dropped the star and hung his legs over the countertop he had been sitting on as they watched the soap opera on television. The one with the "hot" doctor.
"Yeah, the girl who gave it to me. She loved stars." Smiling a dimpled grin she leant her elbows against the countertop, placing her chin in her hands as she focused her hazel eyes on the television as did the young boy. Still, her mind was far from whatever was happening on the screen at the moment. Her thoughts were a mixture of memories.
"Oh, well who was she and why did she love stars so much?" He continued to pry as he munched on the bag of chips she had bought him from the vending machine for a lunchtime snack.
Casting her eyes to the young boy she wondered if he could tell how important Rachel was to her, sometimes he felt that even at the age of five years old this boy knew more than he let on. He could read people extremely well. "Her name was Rachel, Rachel Barbra Berry." She husked out before returning her eyes to the television as she added. "And she loved stars because she wanted to be a star, and she will be a star one day."
He laughed for a moment and she looked at him in shock, her mouth hanging open and her eyebrow raised. "And what's so funny about that mister?"
"She has a funny name!" He continued to laugh more so when he heard the designer gasp as she ruffled his hair messing it up. 'And then sometimes he is just a kid…'
"I happen to like that name!" She laughed as well; hazel eyes dancing, dimples prevalent in her porcelain cheeks. In Tree Hill she was home, she was surrounded by the people whom which she loved. Perhaps she was not able to be in love, but she could at least truly say she was happier.
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Rachel's POV
It was her senior year and time appeared to be flying by, it was almost terrifying for her, which she of course would never admit, how close it was getting to Nationals already. The Glee Club had managed to once again win at sectionals and they would be partaking in regionals next week. This year seemed to be all about preparing for the future and she was not doing the best job. She had run for president of the school in order to get some sort of leverage in her pursuits to get into Nyada, yet decided to drop the race so that she could give Kurt something to add to his application. Which was great, she was happy to have someone to truly call a friend she simply hoped it would not interfere with her reaching her dreams.
The most frustrating part of the year though was not her challenging honors classes, keeping up with glee club and the numerous other clubs she was a part of, nor was it her rigorous voice and dancing coaching, the most challenging part was one Finn Hudson.
He had chased her around non-stop since they lost at Nationals due to their kiss. He had apologized and she of course had forgiven him telling him that she appreciated the effort and romanticism involved in the kiss, but she no longer harbored said feelings for him, and yet he still would not leave her alone. It had gotten to the point that she felt as if she were kicking a poor stray puppy every time that she had turned him down.
So, finally after all of his begging and proving to her that he was madly in love with her she had decided to give him a chance. To date him unofficially. Rachel was not about playing games so she had informed him that it would only last the duration of a year and then she would leave for New York and they would have to put an end to the relationship.
"So do you think that maybe I could come over tonight, I know that your dads are out of town but I was hoping to spend time with you. Y'know since we're dating now." He added a dorky half smile and she internally scolded herself for giving him another chance.
"Finn, I do not think that that would be a good idea." She stated honestly, her tone definite as she reached her locker and started to twist in the combination.
"But Rach, that's what you've been saying for the last two weeks. I wanna actually spend time with my girlfriend, y'know?"
"I am well aware of dating protocol Finn I simply do not have the time for such matters, you see I have dance practice this evening and then I need to focus on practicing for my solo at regionals next week. I suggest that you do the same." She rambled as she finally opened her locker, large brown eyes dancing with a mix of emotions as she looked at the picture that was taped up inside the door. Where there was once a photoshopped cat calendar with her and Finn hanging was the front cover of a B Davis magazine featuring the beautiful designer modeling one of her very own creations. Every time she saw that perfect body, those devious hazel eyes, and that dimpled grin when she opened her locker her heart raced and her smile grew twice in size.
'Gosh do I miss her… she is the definition of perfection…' Quickly her thoughts were drawn away from the picture as she retrieved her books for her first class, hearing her boyfriend continued even more upset than he had previously been.
"I get that you're busy but maybe we could like practice together or something? I miss you Rach." He reached out placing a rather large hand on her shoulder, she nearly flinched at the feeling of it. 'It's nothing like Brooke's hands… gosh I have got to stop thinking about her, odds are that we will never speak again and I need to move on…'
"Finn, I already informed you that this year would not be about our relationship but instead about me furthering my expertise, which may I add is already superb, in singing and dancing in order to make certain that I will acquire one of the twenty spots Nyada is allowing."
"I know." He responded sadly.
"I apologize Finn, but I really should be getting to class. The last thing that I need is to ruin the perfect attendance record I have built throughout high school so close to the end of my senior year." With one last glance at the beautiful girl's picture hanging in her locker she closed the door and accepted a kiss from her boyfriend, before heading to her class. Ignoring the tug in her chest and the pain that she felt as she remembered how magical it had been to kiss Brooke. When she had asked Finn what it had felt like to kiss Quinn he had said that he saw fireworks, it had been that was when Rachel had kissed the designer, she knew that it was the best kiss she would ever be graced with.
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Brooke's POV
The store was dead. If there was one thing that her mother had been right about it was the demand that Tree Hill had for fashionable dresses, it appeared there was hardly any demand for the line; still she had some ideas for new lines that could be more accepted in the small town. For now though she was surrounded by an empty store and complete silence aside from the clicking of the keys on the keyboard of the computer in her store.
Usually the computer was to be used strictly for inventory and contact with the stores in New York City, but today she was using it for other reasons. Those reasons involving stalking, stalking a certain young diva. She was not proud of her actions in that moment.
It was not too difficult to find Rachel's profile on Facebook, it was under 'Rachel Barbra Berry' and the photo was of her in the middle of one of her performances. Her eyebrows knit together as she belted what were probably perfect notes into a bedazzled microphone, large brown eyes on the verge of tears, and full lips curled outward in order to pronounce each word with precision. The picture alone was enough to take her breath away and cause her heart to race.
Luckily the young diva had not made her profile private, which made sense considering how she wished to be famous and known, but for Brooke this was a positive because it allowed her to observe her photos and posts without having to add the other girl as a friend. This was not because the designer did not wish to be Rachel's friend; she wished to be so much more than that after all, it was more so that she would not know she had been Facebook stalking her. It was embarrassing and not something that she would normally do, at least not since high school.
Hazel eyes scanned through the myriad of photographs that the beautiful girl had on her profile, realizing that most of them appeared to be with her fathers, at competitions all throughout her life since age three, and there was an occasional photograph with a friend or two. Overall she loved each and every one of them, wishing suddenly that they had taken a photo together.
Moving on to her posts her eyes widened and her dimpled smile spread even further across her face, she had not stopped smiling since she reached the page and it was almost to the point of hurting her face, but this was worth smiling about.
The post read. "Going to Nationals again! Two weeks away! New York City, I'm coming home!"
Her heart was hammering away so quickly in her chest that it was now hurting her, and the smile that she wore was threatening to consume her entire body. Rachel would be going back to New York in order to perform, maybe she could schedule a visit? 'She is going back to New York to compete again this year…? Oh my god, fuck me! Seriously?'
"I'd rather not fuck you sorry B Davis, as sexy as you are that would be a no." Came a sarcastic voice that quickly snapped her out of her thoughts.
Jumping and literally screaming her husky voice cracked and came out squeaky as she quickly slammed the computer shut in order to make sure that Peyton had not seen anything. Her breathing was now heavy as she tried her best to regain her composure and steady her shaking body. "Oh god P. Sawyer you scared me." Pausing she squinted her eyes and grinned. "And you would only be so lucky by the way."
"Uh huh, well I kinda got my sights set on someone else." She said with a laugh as she walked behind the counter crossing her arms over her thin frame.
"Lucas?" Brooke smirked raising an eyebrow at the blonde who merely rolled her eyes, she still would not admit her feelings for the young boy even though they were clear as day.
"And by the looks of things you have your sights set on someone too, so—" Pausing she smiled deviously before curiously asking. "Who is he?"
"You should really mind your own business." She husked.
"Aww!" Peyton whined out. "Come on now, don't be a bitch about it. I'm your best friend you can tell me."
Brooke faked a gasp before her lips curled up in a smile and she playfully pushed her best friend walking around the counter, still trying her best to contain her racing heart and shaking hands. She had been terrified when Peyton had interrupted her; she was not ready to announce to the world that she was interested in a girl. Especially considering that she had no reason to assume that she would have any chance with said girl in this lifetime. "It's no one."
The blonde gave her a disbelieving look causing the shorter woman to laugh and wave a manicured hand in her direction. "Seriously it's no one. I just am worried about my store that's all." She tried.
Apparently it worked too because with only one more apprehensive look Peyton finally shrugged it off and laughed. "Okay, whatever you say." Walking around the counter she finally took a moment to look around the store realizing just how dead it was. "In that case maybe you should come with me to Tric tonight and have some fun, let loose a bit."
"I don't know Peyton." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. She knew what her best friend thought letting loose for Brooke Davis was and she still had not been able to have sex for a while now.
"Oh come on! Did ya just come back here to do exactly what you were doing in New York?"
"No." She admitted.
"Then come out with me tonight."
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"Are you okay Brooke?" Peyton asked leaning her elbows against the bar and looking at her friend with concerned eyes.
Glancing toward the blonde Brooke felt her heart sink a little, she felt bad for not feeling comfortable enough with the other girl to tell her about what had happened in New York with Rachel. They had been best friends since they were nine years old but so much had happened with Lucas and high school that made her trust for Peyton diminish. In fact at this point she felt more comfortable talking with Haley than the blonde. Still, she knew that she could trust her. "Yeah, I'm fine P. Sawyer, just have a lot on my mind I guess."
"I can tell, you haven't even noticed that hot bartender checkin ya out." She grinned deviously casting green eyes over the brunette's shoulder toward the amazingly muscular young man.
Glancing over her own shoulder a devious grin spread across her features as she caught eyes with the brown eyes of the man, he was very attractive. At least at one point she would have found him extremely attractive, he was everything she wanted in a man. Muscular, with facial hair and a charming smile. Yet, her stomach lurched as he approached her and she quickly realized that she did not wish to speak with him.
"Ooh he's coming over here! I'll leave you two alone." She grinned and winked at her friend.
"Yeah, say hi to Lucas." Brooke teased in a low and husky voice.
"Bitch." Was her friends response and then the blonde had disappeared, leaving her with the attractive young bartender.
"Hey, you look lonely." The young man said with a grin as he leant against the bar. "Care for some company?"
Turning hazel eyes met brown again and she allowed a small smile to grace her red lips as she turned completely on the stool in order to look at him, leaning her head against her hand. "Well, I guess I could use some company." 'Just I would prefer if you were an eighteen year old girl… oh my god! That sounded horrible even in my thoughts… fuck I am horrible!'
"Maybe I could go on break and we could dance?"
Brooke did not quite understand the reasoning but she was agreeing to his proposal and now she was headed out to the dance floor, his large calloused hands resting against her hips as they started to dance. It felt wrong and that was strange, she had danced with and slept with many men before and never had it felt so disgusting to her. Suddenly she was noticing just how tall he was and that bothered her, how large his hands were, how he rocked against her with no rhythm and smelled of manly body spray. His stubbly cheeks kept brushing against her skin and scratching her and she was completely prepared to back out at any moment, thank him for the dance and head back to the store in order to continue her stalking when he pulled back and looked her in the eyes.
Before she had the chance to pull away he had leant down and kissed her. Hazel eyes snapped open as his rough chapped lips moved against hers, his prickly facial hair brushing against her upper lip, the force he was using nearly bruising her lips on contact, and then when his tongue tried to force its way through her lips she could not handle it any longer and shuddered pulling away.
He seemed to take the shuddering as a positive and leant forward with lust filled, almost terrifying brown eyes he whispered hotly against her ears. "We should get out of here."
Brooke knew what he meant; he wanted to have sex with her. Her stomach lurched back and forth and her breathing was nonexistent for a moment as she backed away from him. The kiss felt worse than wrong, it was the worst kiss she had ever experienced and she knew for a fact that it was not because he was a bad kisser. 'It's because he isn't her…' "I'm sorry but I have to-I have-to get back to work." She stuttered out huskily and with that she fled the bar still trying to rid herself of memories of the kiss with the bartender. 'What the hell is wrong with me… he was hot… very hot… god damn it Rachel Barbra Berry!'
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Authors Note: If y'all give me some lovin's I promise to try and update fast!
They will be meeting up again in the next chapter and then I plan to have some interaction with the other characters as well. Just out of curiosity I need y'alls opinions on something. Would you rather Brooke visit Lima and meet the cast of Glee or Rachel visit Tree Hill and meet the cast of One Tree Hill, because I am thinking that Rach should visit Tree Hill since it appears that Brooke has more that she loves holding her to that town and that may be more realistic… BUT your opinions all count and I want to write what y'all will enjoy! SO help me out! And please keep up the reviews and reading because you guys make my day!
-Tracy Cook
