"Hey, S'me. You still ok to look after Luce tonight?"
"Damn, was that tonight?"
She'd completely forgotten about Sam's date tonight. It was the third one this month, which in itself was unusual since he hadn't been on a date since before Lucy had been born and the fact that it was the same person for the third time was even more mind blowing, she had yet to meet the amazing woman that had managed to fix his heart but he'd adamantly pointed out that she had dark hair and brown eyes, nothing at all like the blonde beauty that had broken his heart when he was 18 and nothing like the wild child that had begged him to take her to an abortion clinic the year later. She'd been so excited for him that she'd practically pushed him out the door the night of his first date after he'd told her 6 times where the emergency contact numbers were and how late Lucy should be awake like she hadn't watched the toddler before. She'd eventually resorted to questioning his manhood, Hell, if he couldn't make it out the front door how was he going to handle Lucy when she grew into being a teenager? Nothing works better than a good old dig to the male ego. They'd stayed up until 10 watching Disney movies and eating the cookies' they'd baked earlier before Lucy had fallen asleep on the sofa, long before Cinderella got her prince. She'd carried the girl into her room, tucking her in whilst humming her favourite lullaby and waited patiently for Sam to come home, entertaining herself by going over the script for an audition she'd managed to snag next week. She was still reciting lines when he'd pushed the door open, a smug grin on his face and dancing to whatever music was playing in his head and she'd joined him, dancing around the living room in crazy sporadic movements that looked all too familiar to the moves he pulled out when he was drunk and questioning him about his night whenever he stopped to breath, thrilled that 4 years after that night in her apartment he was starting to live again. The nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach was ignored and she promptly stomped on the feeling the she was being left behind.
"Yeah, that was tonight. I can find someone else if you're busy Rach, it's no problem"
"No…no, tonight's great. What time do you need me over at?" She tried juggling her coffee and her bag as she attempted to swap her phone over to her other ear as pushed her key into her apartment door, swinging it open with a bump of her hip.
"8 sound good to you? I kind thought maybe…you could meet her tonight? Y'know, do that thing that all girls seems to be able to do…like sniff them out?"
Almost choking on her coffee, she dumped her bag on the sofa as she raised her eyebrow in question before realising that he couldn't see her.
"You want me to sniff your new girlfriend out? You sure that's a good idea?" she asked incredulously, she'd preoccupied herself with riffling through her post, her coffee having been balanced on top of the stack of old newspapers. Most of it was just rubbish, there was a bill in there too, something she'd be avoiding until the morning at least, a letter from Kurt who'd recently decided that email would be the death of him and had taken to sending her regular letters from LA where he and Blaine were living, or at least that's where they were this month, and an envelope with a return address she didn't recognise but somehow the Ohio post mark didn't give her a good feeling. She scoffed at the idea that anyone who'd stayed back in Ohio would be sending her mail apart from her Dads who she'd spoken to this morning.
"You've just gone through your mail huh?"
"How on earth could you possibly know that? Are you inside my closet again like the last time you tried to play a friendly prank on me because if you are I'll do a lot worse that give you a concussion Samuel!" she shrieked, her eyes darting frantically around the room looking for any sign of male presence in her home, last time he'd given himself away by un-alphabetizing her DVD collection.
"Calm down Rach, jeesh I learnt my lesson after that, I mean who carries a baseball bat around with them? I got the same letter from Lima; it's a reunion invitation…" He was interrupted by a faint calling of Daddy. "Listen, I've gotta go so I'll see you at 8 right? Oh and Rach…You're going to the reunion!"
She didn't even get a chance to argue before he'd hung up on her, the click resounding in her ears. A reunion? After 5 years? She'd never understood the need for a reunion, if she'd wanted to keep in touch with her high school tormentors then she would have but for some strange reason seeing the reason for her abnormally high dry cleaning bill was not on her list of things to do before her show began. Seeing Finn and Quinn ever again had not been on her list of things to do, yes it had been nearly 5 years since the breakup and she was definitely over it now but that didn't mean that she could just go back to that one-horse town and pretend that he hadn't completely broken her heart and hadn't done the same to her best friend at the same time. Although, she hadn't seen Mike and Tina in a few months and it would be nice to be in the same state as Kurt for once rather than having to gouge his reaction to her getting the role of Maria through his cursive handwriting and Sam would be going as well so it wasn't like she'd be completely alone and who'd keep him in line if she wasn't there? Then there was Noah. She wasn't sure whether to put him in the for or against list, then again she'd never been able to put him in a category.
Damn, I'll miss you Berry.
She hadn't realised at the time that he really was saying goodbye, he'd stopped answering her calls and ignored her emails once she'd left for New York, apparently deciding that he was better off without her friendship and as well as causing numerous arguments between her and Finn, it had hurt her how he could just drop her like she hadn't spent their senior year trying to bring his grades up or him trying to persuade her into skinny dipping.
"Right, forget about it Rachel, forget about him. You have two hours, two hours, and you're going to be meeting your best friend's girlfriend because he wants your reaction. Shake yourself out of it!" She reprimanded herself, shaking her head in disgust as she realised she was talking to thin air before heading in the direction of the bathroom, intent on making herself presentable.
Sorry about the wait guys, drowning in school work and stuff because apparently my college feels the need to prematurely freak me out about University and the fact that I have to actually attempt to get into one! Any university advice then please feel free to help me out? Especially if anyone did English at uni or is doing it at the moment? Thank you to everyone who read the last chapter and either reviewed or favourited, you guys are awesome (: Anyways here's the latest chapter and thanks for reading :D