A/N: Ownership: I don't own Glee copyrights, or the song mentioned here. I have tonnes of dvd's, cd's, paraphernalia which includes my Intellectual Property of Imagination.

I'm Australian, this has all great inspiration from our lovely island. … This is a story of fiction, at places that are not.

I Want this to be an independent story, for the moment I'm going to publish here under our great love of Glee. However, as my baby, please substitute the following, and change to the cast mentioned.

Kurt - Scott, played by a very young Richard Gere. Every story needs some original characters, *Gary – played by ? ~ Sugar – Amber, played by Anna Kendrick.
Tina - Claire, played by Scarlett Johansen. ~ Blaine - Paul, played by Andy Garcia.
*Harley - played by Ashton Kutcher. *Charlie - played by a very young Kevin Kline. ~ Rachel - Charlotte, played by Makyla Smith.
Sebastian - Jaxon, played by Fabrizio Filippo. ~ *Isabelle – played by Rachelle Lefevre.

~ Read, enjoy ~

A little heads up ~ I've found the usage of sitting and sat and sits too much in this chapter, but it fits, so …. Sit-on-it Chacci!

~ Travelling the White Line ~

Chapter Twelve.

Tetris.

The advert said 'A room with City views'. Um, right, that is if you stand a certain way in one room, in the stairwell you need to stand on tippy toes, and if you're really lucky you might get the next door neighbour's curtains open, and you can see the city straight through their building.

When she first arrived, the disappointment of the view was heavy, the rent money wasn't refundable, therefore when she was hanging the dark sheets in place of beautiful drapes, she vowed to make the most of each tiny piece of goodness. Moving the wooden ladder around the room, climbing up it, hanging an edge of the sheet, climbing down to then move the ladder and climb up again, she'd dropped the peg which made her look down and then up. It's when she was looking up that she saw the City views in their night light. It was a momentary glance and her depression lifted significantly at this small offering.

Most nights are now so similar. She sits, in her living room, on the very top step of the wooden ladder. From her vantage point she can see the city night lights, all pretty and blue, albeit some fifteen kilometres away. But she can see it, so the advert didn't lie, and she's kind of happy for a roof over her head, and protection from the scum of those nasties living on the streets. And protection too, from the scum of those nasties not living on the streets.

So here she sits, admiring the view of the far distance, a blanket wrapped around her, a pillow alongside, she can dream of a better life, and hope the nightmares of yesterday fall away far behind. The buildings alternate in height and they each have varying lights on and off, tall, taller, shorter, taller again, higher, really higher with a necessary beacon flashing for the air traffic, then a building smaller in height, smaller again, taller and a huge black space before the huge bridge taking traffic to the far western suburbs. Behind the city lights lies a bay of water, the main port, it's body of water pitch black at this time of the night, it's depth frightening in certain locations, the sand bars aplenty where many an unsuspecting victim has succumbed. She shivers, and cuddles into her pillow, the blanket is so soft, its feeling mesmerising around her cheeks and chin. Closing her eyes she allows the memory of her sight to blend with the muffled street noises that rise up to her apartment.

A warming smile slides over her face and her heart skips a beat when the sound of 'that car' with 'that guy' comes and parks in its allocated bay. The memory of its discovery taking her to a restful sleep.

She'd been sitting on her floor, in front of the far right window, looking through it to the window of the other building, she could see to the other neighbours front door. It links and matches with the fancy sports car in the same numbered car park.

Then, one very bright morning she happen to be sitting in her favourite ladder position, looking and day dreaming when she heard a commotion and scuttled down to the floor, she spotted 'the guy' coming out the front door, then she saw him go the sports car, open, get in, start it up, and drive away.

From that point on her new obsession of spying/peeking/watching/adoring/keeping a keen eye on her new subject developed. The subject of her admiration, 'the guy with the sports car'. As the weeks progressed she kept a diary of his comings and goings, at least she wasn't shooting up any more, or drinking the wrong drinks.

She found a little outdoor table setting and set it up nearby, where she could observe him in the fresh air, and hear him talking and singing, and being real. He exuded strength and stamina. She's watched him in his workout routine and even tried to keep up with him with his earlier morning runs. She let him run ahead when she got out of breath, and walked back and waited at the apartment block.

And here is where we are, watching and waiting with her, for him to come back from an early morning run. She moves the table setting to the little garden, opposite his front door, there's no way he'll miss seeing her. The sun is shining down on her, warming her up, the other chair is positioned so as to invite someone to join her.

She sips her apple juice, a glass of orange juice for him, alongside a covered breakfast of toast and spreads.

His feet pounding the pavement is quiet, he has the best running shoes on, his track pants, t-shirt and headband are a dark blue with white side stripes, the matching jacket tied around his waist.

She doesn't hear him running or walking but hears his lovely voice, she turns to see him coming around the high brick fence, while talking on the phone, "That isn't real Rachel." A pause, "No, I'm telling you it's not true." Exasperation and worry exude from him, "Well regardless, I am going to continue my 'little holiday' for a few months yet."

He walks to the table and chairs, smiles and sits in the open seat. "I'm going now. Okay, well bye." Ending the call and sitting back relieved, his fingers wrap around the ice cold drink at the table. He lifts the glass and drinks his juice.

Shaking his head, he comments out loud "Honestly, Rachel can be unbelievable sometimes."

"How was your run this morning?"

"She ruined a great workout session. Oh well." Placing the glass back on the table, he puts the earphones back in his ears, stretches his legs, gets up and goes to his apartment.

"You forgot to eat." She calls out to his back. Disappointed, she picks up the food and dishes and puts them on the tray. "I'll see you later then." Putting the chairs under the table, she watches him shut the door. She holds in a few sad tears, her heavy heart pounding and wanting to keep the annoying negative chatter away.

She moves her hand gently over the back of his chair, as if it were him. Hand gestures move lovingly, just like she'd love to have touched his back, shoulders and hair, too. "Oh well, can't have everything I want, just yet."

She walks up to her room, and proceeds to clean up the meal preparations. Hot soapy water in the sink the food is discarded to the rubbish, again.

"I suppose he must have a good reason for not answering me, this morning …" her mind takes over talking out loud, to herself.

She humms happily, until the engine of his car is heard. This stops her in her tracks, she looks behind over her right shoulder, and tries to hear him rev the engine, it just sits idling. She pulls the plug in the sink, quickly dries her hands and hurries out of her apartment, down the hall, down the stairs and out to say goodbye to him.

Turning the engine off, he climbs out of the car and pockets his mobile phone. "Honestly, this is turning into a day of sorts."

"What's wrong?" She calls out.

"I can't find my wallet, again." He forcefully shuts the car door and looks toward her.

"I told you yesterday that it's on the floor, behind the passenger seat." Watching in disbelief as he storms inside his apartment, "Why won't you listen to me?" She opens the driver's door and climbs in. Pulling the passenger seat forward, she feels around for the wallet. Climbing over the back she looks behind the driver's side, feeling around once more.

In amongst her body twisting she falls heavily backside down, behind the passenger seat, her legs stretched in front along the feet area for any tiny people who could fit in the seats behind the driver and front passenger. "Oh, this is comfortable!" Her right arm leaning on the bench seat , her left arm awkwardly squashed, but slowly she can move it about and she just rests there waiting for him to return, thankful that the windows are dark so no-one can see her humiliation.

She rests her head back, she can hear him opening his apartment door and closing it. A muffled complaint and then he opens the driver's door.

"Oh here it is." He picks his wallet up from under the driver's seat. "How'd it get there? I must've dropped it."

"Do you think you could help me out here, please?"

He sits down, buckles his belt and looks around the car, certain he'd heard something. "Okay, well shopping mall here I come."

"Um hello, don't you think I should be buckled up and in a seat too?"

Car in reverse, checks for pedestrians and traffic and obstacles, and slowly he reverses the car to the turning bay. "Oh heck!" He stops the car just before the back end connects with the table setting.

"Who the heck put that there?"

"I did, remember? We had juice there only half an hour ago. You didn't eat the breakfast I made you…" Car in first gear he pulls to the road, indicates and merges with the main traffic flow. "Excuse me sweetie, but seriously you need to pull over so as I can get seated."

He reaches over and puts some music on. A saxophone introduces the song,"May be this time, … I'll be lucky, … may be this time he'll stay." He turns the bass down, the balances level, "May be this time, … for the first time, … love won't hurry away." The volume up to a comfortable level and joins in, "He will hold me fast, … I'll be home at last." Oblivious to his stowaway's presence and her attempt at kicking the back of his chair.

"Not a loser, huh, …. anymore … like the last time … and the time before." She tries hard to lift up off the floor, but he swerves between the lanes and makes it so difficult. "Everybody, … loves a winner, so no-body lovvvvvves me." She tries calling over the top of them singing, "Hellooooo!"

She feels the car going uphill, "Lady peaceful, Lady happy, … that's what I long to be."

"You know you really are a jerk." They haven't even swapped names and her dislike of him teeters on an animal instinct. He continues on singing with the song, "All the odds are, … they're in my favour, some things bound to begiiiiin."

After trying to unwedge herself, she gives in and the decline down the hill is so steep she closes her eyes and grabs at her stomach. He belts his turn with the singer, "It's gonna happen," He laughs out loudly "HA HA!" "…happen some time, … may be this time I'll winnnnnn."

He turns the volume up really loud, "Cause everybody, … they love a winner, so no-boddeeee luvvvvs me," The musical instruments play in between words, "Lady peaceful, Lady happy that's what I long to be."

He looks around, seemingly straight in to the eyes of his stowaway, "All the odds are, HUH! They're in my favour,…" Indicates and pulls in to the next lane. "something's bound to give iiiiiiinnnnnn,"

The singer "It's gonna happen," Him over the top of the other singer, "Happen sommmmtime,…"

Singer's turn, "May be this time,…"

Him, quite loudly, "May be this time,…" Her "I'll win,…."

And together quite loudly, "I'LL WIIIIIIIIINNNNNN."

He pulls in to the parking bay, hand brake on, ignition off and sighs loudly. "Right!" Head against the steering wheel, eyes shut, he holds the keys firmly.

She can't help from asking for help, considering her predicament. "Do you think you can help me up now?"

His answer is baffling, "No, I- I have to do this." Checks his pocket for his wallet, picks up his mobile phone from it's cradle. "This can't be that difficult, really can it?"

"What exactly are you talking about? Because I'm really wedged in here, and I don't think I'm that big, it's just a very tiny car."

"Right!" He rubs his face vigorously, goes to open his door and looks at the passenger seat. His head back on his headrest, eyes closed once more, trying to gather confidence.

"Okay, here I go, ready or not." He opens his wallet and removes the shopping list. "After all, it's only a few days with some animals." Puts it in his pocket.

"And hopefully Gary will have a great time too."

"Who's Gary?" She watches him open his door, get up and out and then shut his door.

"Excuse me!" She calls out.

She hits her head back, and he locks the car with the remote.

"What the hell?" She looks up, craning her neck with difficulty, only able to see just over the edge of the window.

With the windows dark tint, and the car parked in a dark spot, no one can easily see her.

"Oh this is brilliant." She can feel her phone vibrating an incoming call, "I'm squashed in some strange guyz car, who has totally ignored me. Sitting on my phone, which is ringing. Just Brilliant!"

She manages to pull her knees up ….