Hey all! I really hope you enjoy this chapter, it looks like it will likely be the last if not close to. All of your reviews have been immensely enjoyable and I would like to thank you all for those and ask you to please tell me what you think of this chapter, particularly the last letter (I know I'm going forward in time like twelve hours but just go with it)
Friday, March 7, 2014
Dear Rachel,
I'm sorry. I am so incredibly sorry. More sorry than you could possibly imagine right now. And you have every right to be mad at me, every right to ignore me, not read my letters, give me the cold shoulder, and shoot me disappointed glares in the hallway. But, please. Let me try to explain.
I was there, in the park. I got there an hour early because I wanted to be there before you. For about half of that hour early I just paced around and got weird looks from random people because it was a Thursday after school and I was walking around the park in this ridiculous dress carrying a bouquet of flowers. That's right, I got you flowers.
Although I hope you already know that because I left them on you door step. I didn't have time to write a card.
Anyways, there I was in the park an hour early pacing around and freaking out and just fifteen minutes before I was supposed to meet you I got a call. It was my best friend. Her mother was in the hospital for an emergency procedure and she needed me there. I couldn't just leave her alone so I had to leave you.
I'm sorry. I know it's the second time I've left you stranded on a park bench, but I stopped by your house on my way to the hospital and left the flowers on your porch. I hope you got them.
Please forgive me,
Anon
Monday, March 10, 2014
Dear Rachel,
I waited all day and checked the library between every single class, and I guess you took me up on the suggestion of the cold shoulder. Though I know that you will continue reading these because the last note from Friday was gone so either you picked it up or some random person.
I'm going to keep the faith and hope it was you.
When I think of you lately, especially after you sang 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' in glee on Friday with only the piano accompanying you, I remember middle school. See, when I was growing up my Mom would save her extra money each week and get herself a manicure. She used to always tell me that you can tell how much a person cares by what their nails look like, but when I went into middle school she decided that she wanted me to learn the piano. She used all of her manicure money and whatever else she could scrape together to pay for lessons for me.
I used to hate going to those lessons, the woman's house where I learned, smelled like a million cats and I was always sneezing and she would give me this glare when I hit the wrong notes. So I practiced a lot, but we didn't have a piano in our house so I would have to do it at the school. I would rush from my last class to the practice room outside the choir room with the best piano and then lock the door and wait quietly for all the students to leave the halls before I would start playing. I was always so afraid of what everyone would think of how I sounded, I never went to any of the recitals or tried out for the orchestra.
Since my mom was spending all her money on my lessons, she would have to do her nails at home and she didn't exactly have the steadiest hand. When I asked her how much she cared because her nails didn't look beautiful any more, she told me that she put all of her care and love in me.
I still hate playing the piano, but you remind me of it Berry. I don't know if it's your selfless devotion to the glee club and making sure everyone's needs are met, or if it's the way you put your friends above yourself and give everything to help them. All I know, is that you make me want to start playing the piano again.
Please write me back.
Love,
Anon
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Dear Santana,
I know that you used to run from the last class of the day to the best practice room when we were in middle school because you always beat me to it. I would hole up in the one next door to practice my scales and my singing and on days when I didn't have much to work on I would just sit on the floor in the corner near the grate that leads to the AC duct between the practice rooms and I would listen to you play.
I fell in love with you back then. Of course in middle school I couldn't identify that feeling, but I knew that I wanted to be close to you, and try as I might. It was no easy feat.
Don't be too surprised that I called you out on your true identity, I've known since last month when you called Kurt 'Lady Hummel', and I saw you in the park that day when I was broken up after Finn and I broke up. I waited there for you to talk to me, but I had to go at some point. Oh, and I saw you threaten Finn in the hallway after school the day after we ended it. That kind of made my day.
I heard about Brittany's mom shortly after your letter on Friday and hope that everything is alright with her, please know that you have nothing to be sorry for. I completely understand that you had to got support her and I will happily be blown off to that end. But I really do hope that we can meet face to face soon. Hopefully my guessing your identity will make this easier on you.
I apologize for jumping the gun and saying who you are. Though I have known for a while, I intended to keep quiet until you were ready to tell me yourself, but given recent events I was starting to think that you would never be ready and I couldn't just stand by and watch you struggle alone so my options were reduced to either write this letter and tell you I already know, or jump you in the hallway. I figured you would be much less appreciative of the second.
So consider this my acceptance and my verification that I, Rachel Barbra Berry indeed, fully and truly like Santana Lopez a considerable amount and am fully committed to doing whatever need be to prove it. I have no idea where we go from here. But hopefully it will be somewhere good.
Love,
Rachel Berry
P.S. Told you my skills were amazing ;)
Well, was your guess right? Do you like how Rachel just took matters into her own hands? Where do you think that the two will go/ do you want to know what happens next?
Cheers, Ms. Informed13