Short Brochel chapter from Brody's POV. The break up will be intense but this last chapter is set to be interesting.
I bound up the flights of stairs, the bouquet grasped in my trembling hand. I shouldn't be nervous really, it's just Rachel. Exactly, it's Rachel. Beautiful, smart, sexy, talented, ambitious, funny, kind, considerate, smiley, confident Rachel. No biggee.
As I continue up the stairs- two at a time, may I add- a faint smell of burning wafts through the air. I ignore it, it's nothing new. Maybe someone was valiantly trying to fry their cat or see if flaming logs could bounce, I don't know. I chuckle slightly. I wish that I wasn't such a nervous pussy, it would be so much easier. Why couldn't I just be your average douche? Oh yeah, not my type. I reach her door and take in a deep breath, trying to calm down and relax my pounding heart (courtisie of the stairs, maybe the elevator would have been wise. Dumbass!) I hear footsteps and the door being unlocked and prepare for fireworks.
"Wow, you look smokin'" I say. Hm. Maybe it's not that bad after all.
Rachel's POV
I finish my slice of pizza and look at Brody wrestling with some stringy cheese. When he finishes, we chat suggestively about where we'll go from here. Then it happens. We both lean in, the sexual tension almost too much to handle. Our lips touch and a longing fire inside of me ignites, fireworks whizzing and exploding. This is how I imagined Finn felt when kissing me or, at least, used to. But it's clear to me now: Brody's my future. Finn was my first love and not my last. This is something fair and special, somethin-
A knocking disturbs our blooming make out session. Brody groans, collapsing on the cushions. I guess it's Kurt and smile, hopping up to open the door. But it's not an embarrassed Kurt. It's Finn. M... My Finn. And when he sees Brody's confused face, I know that shit's gonna hit the fan. Damn.
