It was begging of a school year. Nothing happened to Rachel and Kurt over the summer, except they got back to being friends. Kurt said sorry and Rachel said she was overreacting. They never talked about her crush or her dads.
Kurt walks up to Rachel and smiles. "Hey Rach." He said and hugs her.
She hugs him back. "Hey Kurt, how was the rest of your summer?" She asked and let's go of him.
Kurt started talking about his trip to Chicago, but Rachel wasn't paying attention. She was trying to forget the pain she was in. Her dads had been mad when she wasn't accepted to a summer dance class. They were worse than usual and Rachel was trying to hide her pain. Kurt finished talking so Rachel said, "That sounds amazing!"
Kurt smiles and takes her and starts to pull her to the choir room. "Ouch." Rachel called out and pulled her hand back.
Kurt stops and turns to her. "What did I do?" He said, worried he hurt her.
"Um… I sprained my wrist... It's nothing." Rachel tries to cover up.
"Can I see?" Kurt asked softly. Rachel shook her head and looked down, holding her wrist. "And why not?"
"It's nothing." Rachel says quickly and goes to the choir room and sits in the back, ignoring Tina, Mike and Puck.
Kurt walks in and sits by her. "Let me see." He demands. Rachel sighs and moves closer and shows him the bruised wrist. Kurt gasps and covers his mouth. Rachel covers her wrist. "It was your dads, wasn't it?" Kurt asks softly and quietly. Rachel just nods and looks up front.
Both of their minds were running. Kurt was thinking of ways to help Rachel and get her out of the house. Rachel was thinking of ways to get Kurt to forget this and just let it go.
At the end of the glee practice, everyone left but Kurt and Rachel stay. He turned to her and was about to talk, when Miss Pillsbury came in. "Kurt and Rachel, come with me." She said and left. Rachel and Kurt got up and followed her. They sat down in her office and looked at her. "I know you guys want to go to NYU, but what major are you heading there to do?"
"The drama department." Kurt answered for them.
"Okay, well I just got the new pamphlets for NYU and there is no drama department." Miss Pillsbury informed them.
"Oh.." Kurt said. Rachel just looked at Emma.
"There is another school in New York, and it is focused on the arts. It is called New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts. It accepts twenty students each year, and it is the top preforming art schools in the country." Emma said and gives them the pamphlet to them. Kurt and Rachel looked at it and grinned. It was perfect for them. "There is a mixer for prospective students in Dayton tonight if you wanted to go."
They nodded and got up. "Thank you Miss Pillsbury." Kurt said and smiled. Emma nodded and the teens left the room. "We have to go there Rach."
"I know. Let's get ready for that mixer." Rachel said and grins for the first time in months.
Kurt and Rachel walk into the ballroom and are stunned. The group look like themselves. Some of the applicants walk to them.
"Hi! I'm Harmony. What's your name, where are you from and what are your credits?" the first girl says really fast and grins.
Rachel opens her mouth and says, "Well, I'm Rachel-"
Some other people come up and interrupt them. "I'm Hendleson." One guys say.
"I'm Canada." Another guy says and eyes Kurt like a piece of meat.
A guy pushes Canada to the side and sticks his hand out. "I'm Gavroche, named after the feisty French street urchin from Les Mis."
Harmony pushes up front and says with a smile. "I know you totally recognize me. It's 'cause I'm the Gerber baby. I've been acting since I was a fetus. Literally. An ultrasound of me was featured on 'Murder She Wrote.'" She laughs and grins.
I'm starring as Rizzo in an all-male production of Grease. Welcome, welcome, welcome!" Gavroche says and takes Kurt's hand and drags him towards a small stage in the front of the room. "As my future husband, Robert Pattinson always says 'it's refreshing to get new blood.'"
Kurt looks confused and looks at him. "New blood?"
Rachel, Harmony and the other applicants follow. Rachel and Kurt sit down facing the stage. "We have been meeting here each month since we were freshman. Literally." Harmony says and goes to the stage.
"Well actually, Kurt and I just found out about this on Monday, but speaking of refreshing, we put together a number that we just think you're gonna –" Rachel starts to say.
Harmony interrupts Rachel and starts to clap to get everyone's attention. "Places! You're just in time to see a little number we've been fussin' around with. Thank God there was a Bar Mitzvah here on Saturday and I convinced them not to strike the stage. So sit back, relax, and most importantly, enjoy."
Kurt and Rachel flashes fake smiles as the other applicants take their place on the stage.
"Oh my God." Kurt says threw his teeth.
"I know. Just breathe and smile. Just because they look like us and act like us doesn't mean they're better than us."
(NYADA Hopefuls, Harmony, Harmony with the NYADA Hopefuls)
Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today, any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now God knows,
Anything Goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.
Anything you can be
I can be greater.
Sooner or later,
I'm greater than you.
No, you're not.
Yes, I am.
No, you're not.
Yes, I am.
No, you're Not!
Yes, I am (No, you're not.)
Yes, I am! (No, you're not!)
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
Any note you can hold
I can hold longer.
I can hold any note
Longer than you.
No, you can't.
Yes, I can
No, you can't.
Yes, I can
No, you can't.
Yes, I can
Yes, I
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.
Yes!
No!
I
You!
Can! (Can't)
Anything goes!
Kurt and Rachel sit in the car later on, crying their eyes out. "I've never, I've never been so humiliated in my life." Rachel cries out and wipes her eyes.
"Me either. And that's a really high bar." Kurt says softly.
"I mean they were so, ughh." Rachel says and sighs.
"Fabulous. Rachel, we might be hot stuff at McKinley but outside those walls, we aren't even stuff. Have we been so deluded and arrogant? What if we're not good enough to make it?" Kurt cries out.
"No. there's only one thing to do. We just have to move to another town and just erase our identities and just resign to a sad life of community theatre." Rachel cries into her hands.
"Don't say that." Kurt said angry. He would love the idea of running away with Rachel, but they were going to make it. "You know what? I'm ending this pity party right now, okay? Take a look at yourself." He turns the mirror to her. "What do you see? C'mon."
"Sad, puffy, red eyes filled with dashed hopes and dreams." Rachel says softly and looks away. She didn't want to see her ugly self anymore.
"Rachel Berry. One of a kind. There's no-one like you." Kurt says and takes her hand. "But you are fierce, Rachel. Your ambition does push-ups while you sleep. Nobody wants it more than you. Nobody. And you're not giving up on this. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you. You are getting into that school." He says and smiles.
Rachel looks at him and grins. "You make me want to be your boyfriend."
"Why boyfriend?" Kurt asks.
"Because you're gay silly." Rachel smiles and laughs.
"I'm not..." Kurt sighs and looks at her. "I'm not gay. I made it up so Mercedes wouldn't be mad at me for liking you in our freshman year. I like you."
Rachel sits there and blinks. "You do?" Kurt nods and Rachel grins. "I like you too!"
