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Chapter 7: Confession Part 1

Kurt circled the rehearsal room. He was tired of this situation. He was Rachel's best friend, no? It was his mission to know everything that was going on in the brunette's life. After all she was the first to be there when he needed it, in her own way, but still. Nobody had ever been so proud to be yourself as Rachel Berry. Without her, he does not even know if he would have been the man he was now. She was part of his life and secretly hoped she would always be there for him. Especially when they would be in New York together.

He had made his decision, so he would go to her house once his few homework for the next day made. He knew that his father and his mother-in-law would agree to see him go out to meet her. They themselves were concerned about what was happening with Rachel, after all she was the best friend of their first son and the girlfriend, hum… the ex-girlfriend now, of their second. Upon learning that evening what happened with the police, they even wanted to go themselves but let Kurt do it alone.

"Are you sure it's not dangerous Kurt?" Asked his father.

"Well… No ... We're talking about Rachel, well, Rachel, who has changed a lot. But Rachel anyway, she will not kill me either."

"Let us warn you when you leave home, it will calm us with your father," added his mother-in-law.

He shook his head and headed for the home of Rachel's fathers. While gleaning here and there information, he had managed to learn that she was alone at home. Her two fathers are on a business trip, so he could talk alone with his friend. He then knocked on her door quite naturally and noticed that she was surprised to see him at such a late hour. Her eyebrow raised and her mouth slightly open-mouthed revealed that perfectly even if the young woman quickly took her cold mask of recent days.

They remained thus to fix themselves on the step of the door without moving for one to two minutes. Rachel was getting ready to get Kurt in, more out of politeness than out of envy, when she noticed another figure approaching: Santana. She realized then that it was a long evening ahead. The ex-diva then returned her two comrades at home before serving them some refreshment. She then asked her two guests what they came to do in her humble home at such a time.

"I think that I speak for Lady Hummel and me when I say that we both want explanations."

"Explanations for?"

"Your behaviour Rach", exclaimed Kurt. You have become strange since the beginning, not to mention the simple fact that you don't sing anymore ... And even considering your character, I think it's the last of our worries right now.

Rachel chuckled, a dark and heavy laugh that made the two young people uncomfortable. She sat down in the living room and invited them to do the same. She simply tried to make them understand that sometimes some people only needed to grow a little. For its part, it had happened during the holidays. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet Kurt and Santana were not fooled. Growing up yes, but buying drugs, going to a gang, it was pure stupidity, nothing to do with taking responsibility for adulthood.

"Good, listen, we know that something happened in New York. A very serious thing, and I can assure you that I will not move my ass on your couch until I know what shit you've lived."

While saying that, Santana had risen and it had the effect of adding yet another smile on Rachel's face under the irony of the thing. The Latina then resumed, taking a long breath. She was not used to long sentences and even less when it was to let her altruistic side come out a little bit.

"I ... Well ... it's a long story!" She said, suddenly lowering her eyes.

Santana and Kurt looked at each other instantly. They immediately saw the little spark of shame that had crossed Rachel's eyes. It was as if, suddenly, she had lost the shield she had forged. The weight she had on her shoulders was too strong and for once, she wanted to delegate some of that. For once, she wanted to let go.

"Rachel," began her friend, "we're here for you, whatever you have to say to us and even if it takes all night. We are in no hurry! Neither Santana nor me. We are here for you as you have been for us."

Santana confessed to herself that she could not have said it better and promised to offer a gloss, varnish or something that he must appreciate in exchange for his help.

"Ok ... I accept to talk about it but in broad outline, I do not want to dwell on my life. Will you be ok?"

They nodded to show their agreement and quietly waited for Rachel to speak.

"When I arrived in New York, we were told, on our first night in the hotel, that we would be fully autonomous and that we had the choice to participate in organized tours or to have fun on our side. It was our responsibility and nobody intended to watch us as children."

"Seriously? What are these shit trainers?"

Rachel sighed but thought no less. If they had been more framed, maybe she would not have lived all that.

"They were ultimately only to point to the beginning and the end in terms of formalities. At first it was great you know ... Walking the streets of New York, a dream come true for a girl from Lima."

"But?" Kurt asked in a small voice who had a bad feeling.

"Two days after the start of the visits, we went to a bar of other future students. It was nice, there was music and some people from NYADA even came to sing. I thought I had landed in paradise."

Before continuing, she blew a good blow. After all ... she had finally failed in hell right after that.