(Are you guys tired of Puckleberry and Hummery? I'm not sure if this story is going to have PB, so let me know what you guys think, but you know I can't get away from Hummel-Berry BFFhood, sorry.)

PS. Thank you so much to everyone for reading, favoriting and alerting.

One morning Rachel wakes up to find six half-made cups of nutmeg coffee. She pokes one to find it's still warm.

"Kurt?" she says, when she pads into his study.

"I don't know -- I'm having an off morning, Berry, go try them all. One of them has to be bearable."

"What's wrong, K?" she frowns.

"Look at this," he says, pointing at the screen of his laptop.

"What am I looking at, Kurt?"

"Real people fiction. From the boards."

Rachel almost laughed, but Kurt's death glare stopped her. "You and Brittany again? You have to stop reading that nonsense. You know it's written by twelve year olds anyways."

He groaned in frustration.

"You did get paired up with her a lot during the Glee! dances." she pointed out.

"I panic one time," he moaned, hiding his face in his hands. She heard the rest of it in her head. Once you've climbed back into the closet...

"What do you want me to do about it?" she asked, weakly.

He looked up at her sharply. "Raaaachel. Do you love me?"

---

It started with a miscommunication.

Everyone knew that Rachel Berry was going to be a star. It was just a fact, that she'd be out of this cow town and onto a broadway stage before long.

What no one expected was that she'd bring them all with her.

---

"Guys ... I just got a call from someone who wants to be your agent." Mr. Shue was practically glowing. "He was at regionals."

That was all it took; it was like when Rachel had announced their commercial, except, ten times cooler, and of course, this time they were actually friends, so while Finn and Quinn practically sucked each other's faces off, Puck was high-fiving Tina and Mike was doing a little impromput happy dance, using Artie and his chair as a prop, and Artie was laughing and Kurt was tugging on Rachel's loose curls with a we couldn't have done it without you, midget, and then Matt was giving out impromptu girl-aimed hugs, but got caught up in the moment and Kurt got caught in the crossfire.

"Um," Kurt said from his arms, feet not reaching the ground. He turned pink almost immediately.

Matt stopped twirling him and set him down, blushing. No homo.

Puck was cracking up, but also sort of distracted, because Santana and Brittany were leaned over in their chairs with their heads tilted like they were just taking (Like Santana was ever satisfied with just talking) but Puck was pretty sure they were about to kiss.

Later, Mr. Shue asked Rachel to stay after spanish class.

"Rachel," he says, eyes looking crazier than his grasshopper ex-wife. "I made a mistake. A really stupid, stupid mistake."

And right now Rachel's thinking that Mr. Shue went back and regraded all of her Spanish work from the beginning of the year and it turns out she's actually failing and not academically eligible for glee, and all of he dreams are now out of her reach and and and, because that's the way her minds races before she can get a hold of it.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Stevens ... he wants you."

And then her heart is fluttering sickly, and she should be ecstatic.

This is exactly what she always meant to do, or at least, geting an agent is the first step, and then one day everyone who ever called her manhands or stubbles or had ever thrown a slushy on her face would be so regretting it, especially when she named them by name in her interview with Oprah or Tyra about moving on from bullied to successful actress / broadway star / recording artist.

"Well," she starts, and part of her brain is trying to take emergency control of her mouth and shove a sock in it, "tell him that we're a team. That we've got an amazing dynamic and ... and ..." it would settle for killing her entirely, so she wouldn't say this next part. She swallowed thickly. "Tell him that it's all of us, or none of us."

Mr. Shue looks surprised and confused and fatherly all at once, and for a few moments, just stares at her. Finally, the bell rings, and he looks up at the intercom, surprised. "I'm ... really proud of you, Rachel."

"I know," she says, and then has to go excuse herself to go kill herself in the bathroom.

Except, she feels kind of ... good about it. Go figure.

---

He meets them and sizes them up, and takes them all to be interviewed in a corner of the glee room, around which he sets up a curtain. When he sends Finn out, he looks incredibly pleased, and is glowing just looking at Puck, and he's looking iffy at Quinn's belly, but he probably recognizes that with how enormous she is, it won't be an issue soon. He comes out of the corner with Mike literally cracking up, and talks to Rachel for the longest time.

None of them worry about being overheard, because the rest of them are so excited outside that they can't keep quiet.

"Are you sure about this? I mean, I saw you and I knew. You could do anything. But this group? It's so big -- where could I sell a group this big?"

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Have you heard us?"