Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and its characters. I only own the other characters other than Glee's.

Vegan ice cream, a DVD of The Great Ziegfeld and a CD of One Night with Fanny Brice. Which were the items for Kurt to have to make up for Rachel (He didn't have to buy some animal printed T-shirts since he stood up against it frantically). Kurt cursed Finn in his mind. It was better for his step brother to never take the witness stand because he was easy to be tricked by an attorney's skillful questioning.

Fortunately, her upset state didn't last that much. Finally their summer holidays came. On opening weekend, Rachel and Kurt were busy: checked in, got their ID card, learnt about activities and resources, picked up their room keys and settled/prepared in their dorm room. Rachel's room was on the third floor in Bernard House, Kurt's on the second in Kirkland House.

"Have your roommate arrived?" Rachel asked. Exhausted, they were sitting at table in a café close to NYADA.

"No, not yet. What's your roommate like?" Kurt sipped his caramel frappuccino.

Rachel sighed. "I don't think we'll get along well." She wrinkled her nose, remembering when she entered the room.

A beauty Hannah Simmons, with blue eyes and blonde hair from California, looked at Rachel up and down and shook her head as if she disapproved Rachel's outfit. Well, it'd happened a lot in Lima and normally Rachel didn't care. But Hannah seemed to look down on everybody from small town on the same floor. Rachel had been thinking she would get out of Lima and never come back but it didn't mean that she didn't love her hometown.

"What's worse, she and I will apparently be in the same classes." She said, chewing her straw.

"Oh, Rachel." Kurt said dramatically, putting his hands in front of his heart. "You're always welcomed in my room." Kurt added with sympathy.

But what if his roommate arrived and he was not nice? She would have to spend most of her time in the lounge? No, Rachel. Focus on your classes and enjoy the city. Rachel shook her head, trying to avoid her negative thoughts.

Unknown Kurt's roommate seemed to be late for a week because of his family issue. So, Rachel spent almost her time at his room other than the times when she had to go to classes or explored the city. In her classes, Vocal Performance and Acting Workshop, she managed to have a talk with some girls, but not get along with them yet.

Why couldn't she make girlfriends? Her friends were all guys: Kurt, Puck, Jesse, and Finn if she wanted to count. Is she allowed to call Mercedes and Tina her friends? What was her problem with girls? Was that because she never had a mother? Rachel sighed, walking over to the end of the hallway.

When she was about to exit the hallway, some familiar melody from somewhere caught her ears. Oh, it's Bach! She thought. But then she frowned. She wondered why the sound was leaking because classrooms which students use instruments (included vocal) had to be soundproofed. She turned around and made her way to the classroom where the melody came from.

Sure it was. The door was open.

Rachel took a peek into the classroom before she found a boy with a lemon yellow button-down shirt and a pair of jeans playing piano.

She had gotten to listen to Bach frequently since she borrowed the CDs from David. He would tell her not to think too much and just to relax before she had to work something. Rachel was not good at relaxing but she found classical music to soothe her like her Daddy used to when she was a kid.

Trying not get caught from inside, leaning on the door with her closed eyes, she completely was lost in the melody and her thoughts of what she had gone through since the last Christmas and failed to notice that the sound stopped.

The boy cleared his throat. "Um, are you the one to use this room next hour?"

Rachel snapped out of her thoughts. Embarrassed, she opened her eyes and blushed as she saw him standing at the doorway and gazing at her with his hazel eyes. He was tall. Six foot tall. "Sorry if I interrupted. I just wondered why the door was open when I heard some familiar melody."

"Oh, you like Bach?" Intrigued, he asked.

"I don't know much about classical music, but recently someone taught me the importance of his music." Rachel got nervous and self-conscious since he continued to gaze at her.

He raised his eyebrow, leaning on the doorframe with his crossed arms. "Your boyfriend?"

"N-no!" Rachel cast down her eyes biting her lower lip and looked at him under her eyelashes. "He is, um, kind of a teacher."

"Kind of?"

Why is he interrogating? "Um, he's my tutor, outside of high school. He's teaching me like music grammar and songwriting."

"So you take Songwriting class here, too?" His voice lightened up.

Rachel was about to open her mouth, some school staff called his name from the end of the hallway.

"Jason! Come to the admission office." The woman beckoned him to come.

Jason scratched his head. His hair was light brown and seemed soft. "I have to go." He made his way to the piano and gathered his stuff from the ground before he walked over to the place where Rachel was standing. "I'm Jason. You?" He held out his hand to shake.

"I'm Rachel." She took his hand.

"See you around, Rachel." With that he rushed in the hallway.

Turned out, Jason was the unknown Kurt's roommate. Since Rachel found it out, she had stopped to spend her time in his best friend's room and the lounge had become the place to avoid her roommate. She didn't know why. For this reason, now she was sitting on the couch in the lounge in Bernard House, reading the script of A Midsummer Night's Dream to learn her lines.

"Are you avoiding me?"

Rachel shot her head up. Jason was standing beside her, grinning.

Rachel gasped. "W-what are you doing here? You don't live here."

Ignoring her question, Jason plumped down on the couch next to her. "What's that?" He pointed at her script.

Jason grabbed her script to look at the title written on the cover as she kept staring at him instead of speaking. "Kurt told me you take Vocal Performance and Acting Workshop. And he also said you have quite a voice."

Rachel straightened up on the couch and cleared her throat. "Yes, it's true. I'm going to be a star on Broadway."

Jason chuckled. "Bach and Broadway. That's a very interesting mix." He tilted his head to one side in order to be able to look straight into her eyes. "Would you like to have coffee or something? With me?"

Rachel blinked. She wasn't used to being asked out by a boy who she barely knew. What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to say? "Why?"

Jason widened his eyes. "Why?" He didn't expect that kind of answer. What did she mean? "Um, because I'd like to have coffee with you?"

Rachel looked down at her laps, biting her lips. "I don't know…" Did she feel shady? About what? To whom? Wasn't that too fast? "I don't know you." She murmured.

Jason chuckled. "That's why a guy asks a girl out and vice versa. You know, to get to know each other. Don't you think?" He pointed out.

Rachel felt her face turning red, embarrassed. "Right."

"Is that a yes?" Jason pushed. He saw her hesitate. "C'mon, Rachel. One coffee, no harm."

"Okay, one coffee." Rachel made up her mind. "But as a friend." She added.

Jason frowned but quickly made a smile on his face. "Okay, as a friend."

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