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After a night spent tossing and turning, Rachel awoke at 10am. For a moment she didn't know anything except for the pillow and the empty space next to where she was sleeping but then, the memories of the note from the night before flooded back and she felt like crawling down into the bedsheets and dying. Anxiously toying with a lock of hair, sh padded silently into the living room where her breath caught in her throat as she saw Lucas sitting at the dining table, head in his hands, newspaper crumpled on the floor next to him.
Oh God. Amidst all the fear and confusion over the outing of her betrayal she hadn't thought through what would happen with Lucas.
You should have just told him.
She slowly diverted her path into the kitchen, where she made a cup of coffee, for each of them. Her hands were shaking as she set one down on the table next to him.
'Rachel,' his voice cracked as he spoke. 'Tell me it's not true.' Her eyes were drawn to the newspaper, open in the middle with a title of 'Broadway's Berry an unfaithful fiance!' She silently bent to pick it up and read it.
"Having announced their engagement less than a week ago, this newspaper would expect to see Broadway actress Rachel Berry and ladies' favourite producer Lucas Beineke snuggling on park benches and frolicking through flowers, not being rocked by a relationship crisis. However it would seem that this is indeed the case as we have a source telling us that Berry, 24, has been hooking up with a tall, dark and handsome stranger."
A lump caught in her throat as she skimmed the rest of the article.
"Our ever-informed source also tells us she spotted Berry and her man stumbling into his apartment - not drunk on alcohol it would seem, but lust."
'Lucas, I...' She didn't know what to say.
'Rachel, please. Is this something someone saw and just blew out of proportion? Or is it... is it true?'
'It- It was just... An old friend,' she said. 'I bumped into him - a - and...'
'You kissed him.'
'Once.'
'Once?'
'Only once.'
'There are two pictures here.'
'Twice. That's it, I swear it.'
'Did you sleep with him?'
'Don't, Lucas, don't -'
'Did you?'
'You know I can't lie to you -'
'Did you?'
'Yes!' Rachel collapsed into a dining room chair. 'Once.'
'Oh my God - Oh my God, when you said you were with Kurt!' Lucas pressed a hand to his forehead. 'I don't believe it.'
'Lucas, you have to hear me out! I hadn't seen him in so long and all these emotions kept running back-'
'Wait...' Lucas looked at her. 'It's the guy... The one you were talking about on the Broadway channel? Him?' Rachel nodded guiltily.
'Lucas, you know what it's like, to have a first love...'
'Rachel, you're not my first love, but you've definitely been the strongest.'
'Lucas -'
'I'm sorry, Rach. I can't talk to you right now.' He stalked into the bedroom. Rachel wiped her eyes furiously with the back of her hand as the house phone started ringing. She cleared her throat and picked it up.
'Hello?'
'Rachel...'
'Noah? How dare you call me?'
'I saw the paper - I - I just wanted to - '
'Wanted to what, Noah? Make me feel even worse about myself than I do now?'
'Look, I-'
'The paper doesn't identify you, Noah. You have nothing to worry about.'
'That's not why I'm calling!'
'Noah, you're the last person I want to talk to right now.'
'The fuck? You started this all!'
'I know I did! And I wish I hadn't!' She hung up, only for the phone to ring again as she stepped away. She picked it up.
'Noah, stop -'
'Rachel! It's Allison!'
'Oh.' Rachel didn't know whether to be relieved or not that her Stage Manager had called. 'Hi, Allison.'
'Rachel, I have the Times in front of me. Care to explain?'
'Oh my God...' Rachel groaned. She walked into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath. 'I bumped into an old friend, and - things happened, I-'
'Rachel, you have seriously jeapordised your future in this show, you do realise this?' Rachel sighed. 'Yes...'
'We need you to make a statement this afternoon. I want you outside the theatre at 12.'
'I don't know -'
'Rachel, if you want a future on Broadway, you seriously need to show up today.'
'Fine. Okay. I'll be there.'
'I expect nothing less.' Allison hung up. Rachel heaved a sigh as she dropped the phone, remembering the little debate she'd had with herself before writing her number in Noah's playbill. If only the devil on her shoulder hadn't won. She'd be happy, have a definite career, she'd be planning a wedding, still... Now, nothing was certain.
Oh lord, I'm leaving for Hair in a couple of hours. I don't want it to end. I wish this show would never close!
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