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Rachel glanced at her wristwatch and bit her lip. The bell was going to ring in exactly 17 seconds and then it was lunch time. After lunch she had calculus, french, biology and a study period. She planned on spending her study period practicing for her audition after school. Her slot was right after dismissal and Carmen Tibideau would be waiting for her at precisely 3:10.
The bell rang and Rachel swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. Only three hours, twenty-seven minutes and a handful of seconds left. She rose from her seat and followed the herd out of the classroom. Her eyes were on the floor as she wandered in the direction of her locker. She was hardly aware of her surroundings and her stomach was churning. Her attention was caught as she heard Finn snarling to somebody as she walked by his locker.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
Her head snapped up and she glanced around before her eyes landed on Sebastian. Her brain short-circuited and she stopped in her tracks. Sebastian was here, in her school; leaning up against her locker, arms crossed casually with a warm smile adorning his face. He quirked an eyebrow as she continued to stare at him dumbly.
"Stop being weird." Noah's amused voice whispered in her ear as his large hand nudged her lower back gently.
Her feet followed his hand's instructions and she was running towards Sebastian without a second thought. His amusement was evident as he pushed off the locker in time to catch her in his arms. Her hands fastened around his neck as she held him tightly, inhaling his scent with her face buried against his chest. He chuckled and kissed the top of her hair.
"Imissedyou." She mumbled into his leather jacket.
His hand cupped her cheek and she looked up at him in time for his lips to capture hers. Rachel rose to her tiptoes and the kiss was fervent as they threw every feeling they had into it. It had been over two weeks since they'd last held each other. Their lips slowed as their need for breath became apparent. Rachel giggled against his lips as she heard the Cheerios next to them commenting on how good looking Sebastian was.
Rachel's heels touched the ground as they both breathed deeply. Her eyes closed for the briefest of moments as his lips settled against her forehead. Her smile was brilliant as she stood in front of her locker with her boyfriend. This moment was everything she'd ever wanted when she'd thought of love. Sebastian had driven an hour, ditched school and walked into unknown territory just to show the world that he was hers.
"I missed you too." He breathed against her forehead and Rachel's smile widened. Brown eyes met green as they smiled happily at each other. His hands held her hips firmly as her hands splayed across his chest.
"You're out of uniform." She remarked, her fingers caressing the worn brown leather covering his chest.
"Well I know you love a man in a suit but..." He teased.
"What are you doing here Seb?" She wondered, ignoring the curious whispers surrounding them.
"I'm here for your audition." He told her, dropping a hand to tangle his fingers with hers.
"My audition doesn't start until after school Seb." She pointed out as he began to pull her through the crowd and towards the front doors. "Where are we going?"
"Quinn said you were freaking out. I'm here to calm you down. We're leaving." He announced as they reached the front doors.
Rachel pulled him to a stop. "Sebastian, I can't just leave school in the middle of the day and-"
He pressed a finger against her lips and grinned as she glared half-heartedly up at him. "Your guidance counsellor has excused you from the rest of your classes to prepare for this afternoon; Puck made sure of it. You don't have to be back here until three. So we're leaving."
"But-"
"You're overthinking it. So I'm going to get you out of your head for a bit. Besides it's about damn time we had some time together don't you think?"
Rachel couldn't fault his logic and shrugged with a smile as he pulled her from the school. They walked through the parking lot, hand in hand towards his car which he'd parked on the street. He kissed her once more before helping her into the car and pulling away from the school.
Rachel leaned back against Seb's chest as they lounged in the park. The sun was bright as they ate their Chinese takeout. He had done a pretty good job of distracting her so far. Whenever her thoughts took a panicky turn and she tensed up, he dropped a kiss to her shoulder or nipped at her earlobe.
"Did you really go to the pond and feed the birds with Brittany?" She wondered after she had finished her meal.
Sebastian chuckled and buried his head in her hair for a moment. "It certainly wasn't something that was planned. Have you ever said no to her before?"
Rachel shook her head and gripped his hand more tightly. The mental picture of him feeding birds with her friend was hilarious and hard to believe but also undeniably sweet.
"I feel like you've spent more time with my friends lately than I have." She told him, her tone making it clear how happy it made her. "Our friends." She amended.
Sebastian simply smiled before pulling her to her feet and grabbing their things. He juggled them for a moment before managing to tangle their fingers with his free hand. He checked his watch and she flinched. How many minutes until her audition? He noticed her reaction and sighed.
"I guess I'm just going to have to relax you the old-fashioned way." He told her with mock irritation.
"The old-fashioned way?" She quipped.
"I believe that your fathers are at work?"
Rachel giggled and nodded, anxiety forgotten.
"Oh Sebastian!" Rachel sighed one last time as her head fell back against the wall.
Sebastian's head reappeared from beneath her dress with a grin on his face. Her legs were shaking as he held her up. His hands smoothed at her hair and her clothes as she caught her breath.
He'd spent two hours thoroughly "relaxing" her at her home before bringing her back to the school. She was halfway through a practice run when panic had gripped her. He'd pulled her backstage quickly and pulled three orgasms from her until she was a quivering pile of limbs.
She felt his lips brush hers and her mind cleared. She stared into his green eyes and focused on what he was saying.
"You only have to be brave for 30 seconds. All you need to do is walk out there and wait for the music to start. Once you open your mouth and get that first note out, instinct will take over. Just 30 seconds Baby." He insisted.
She watched his lips move and connected the words he was saying to their movements. 30 seconds.
"I'll be in the back row. Just sing to me. I did just give you six pretty incredible orgasms you know. I think you probably owe me a song or something. So I'll be in the back row, waiting to hear your thank you."
His lips covered hers once more in a reassuring kiss before he pulled back. His fingers traced over her jaw.
"Maybe fix your lipstick first. You have-" He checked his watch. "Four minutes. Break a leg."
His lips brushed against her cheek and he was gone. Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could hear the sounds of Kurt's audition and she snapped to attention. She rushed towards the sounds of music and sat down at the vanity table she'd set up. Her cheeks were flushed prettily and her eye makeup was still flawless. Sebastian had kissed most of the red from her lips so she added a layer or two to make her lips pop. She could do this. She was born to do this, as Sebastian had reminded her all day. She hummed her way through her scales and walked towards the curtains. She watched as Kurt finished his song dramatically but was underwhelmed. He hadn't made a connection to his song and Ms. Tibideau seemed to notice it. She sent a silent thanks to Sebastian for his words of wisdom. Kurt stepped off the stage and walked right by her without a word. Her lips parted in an amused smirk and instead of feeling slighted, she felt invigorated. This was just another competition; just another opportunity to show the world how talented she was.
"Miss Rachel Berry."
Rachel took another deep breath and stepped out from behind the curtains.
