Well hello awesome readers! I've just remembered I have a story going on here! I'm so sorry, I know I promised it wouldn't take so long but I was voting for PCAs all day and I kinda forgot about this for these days. Anyways, here it is! Phone calls. Yep, more than one, and I hope you like them all.
Disclaimer: I'm a poor student, I don't even own the books I read. So yeah, I definitely don't own any of this nor make any money out of it.
Her cell phone's screen was still lightened (since she had pressed the red button) when it started buzzing.
– Hello? – She sounded surprised.
– Hey… Rachel, how you doing?
He put his hand on his forehead and shook his head after his own words.
"How you doing?" Who am I? Joey Tribbiani? Come on, Finn! You know she's not doing fine. Why you get so stupid when you talk to her? Well... maybe because she's usually the one who talks all the time and I don't really have to- Forget it! Talk to her! Better! Normally! NOW!
– Hey, I- I was going to... this... I- I was just thinking about you...
A half-smile appeared on his face.
– I'm sorry about your audition.
– Yeah, me too... I knew it was a long shot but, I guess somewhere inside me I thought I could get it. That's my problem. I want things too badly and I hold on to stuff too hard.
He knew those words.
Surrender. I know how hard that is for you because how hard you hold on to stuff, but we're just gonna... We're gonna sit here and we're just gonna let go...
She knew those words too; she was repeating them to his face. He knew the choice of words wasn't casual. He took a deep breath and started blurting out the first thing that came to his mouth. Again, mouth faster than brain. He hopes it doesn't screw it all up.
– Rachel, don't you ever say that again. That's not your problem, that's what makes you, you! Without you wanting things too badly, glee club wouldn't have been the same, you wouldn't have gotten all the solos you got (which helped us win almost all of our competitions), you wouldn't be studying in NYADA, you wouldn't have had that audition – his voice went softer and he talked slower – maybe… maybe we wouldn't even have been together... So don't say it as a bad thing, because you want things too badly, but you also work for them until you get them. If you don't get them, why stop working? This was only your first try, and the Rachel Berry I knew didn't give up after the first try, right?
A small smile appeared on her face too and he could feel it on her voice.
– Right... Thanks Finn, you... You didn't have to call...
– I think I did... – he said with a smile. Then, both remained silent for a few seconds, until he talked again – Remember what you told me when New Directions lost their Sectionals?
– That it wasn't only about winning. And then you told me that I was all about winning. I guess you were right...
– Hey, stop it! "Don't give up on your dreams". That's what you told me. Well, Rach, don't give up on yours, either.
Her smile grew bigger.
– Thank you Finn... I... I guess I really needed to talk… to you... Thank you.
– Whenever you want, Rach.
He hung up.
…
– Hey, what happened? – She asked, after picking up the phone again.
– I, I just forgot to say congratulations; you did get a part in the play after all...
– Oh, thank you, yes, I'm Fanny's understudy.
– Well, if I remember well, you get to sing like… – he made a pause, and she could hear him whispering to himself – twelve songs, right?
She giggled.
– Yes... Were you just… were you counting them? – She asked incredulous – I think I made you watch that DVD too many times.
– Don't worry; I fell asleep on, like, half of those. – He heard her laugh now. He didn't fall asleep. She knew it. But he liked to say goofy things like that on purpose, her smile was worth it. – So, do you know when you start rehearsing?
– Yeah, like in three months.
– That's- that's great! It's right after Nationals! Maybe... – He stopped talking for a second, cursing his mouth for being faster than his brain. Again. Why did I say this? Well, fuck it, too late – Maybe you can come and see m- the kids, you can come and see the kids.
"And see me"? My brain is so fucking stupid. Maybe I went too far...
– That's... We'll see, maybe the three of us can go and cheer on you, all of you.
Yep. Too far, too soon. Thanks brain.
– Cool! See ya Rach.
She couldn't help smiling after the nickname.
– See you Finn, thanks again.
That night, she slept with a smile on her face.
– Santana, are you ok? You've been weird since you got here...
– Kurt, I haven't even taken off my coat...
– It's just you haven't mock– he stopped at the realization – Oh my God, you called me by my name! Where is Santana and what did you do to her? – he asked, false panick printed on his voice.
Damn gay sixth sense! This guy is unbelievable! Maybe I should insult him to get rid of him... I don't think that will work, but let's give it a try...
– I don't know what you are talking about, Lady, I just had a hard day on work today.
– You always have a hard day on work, you work at a bar! And you insult me even more on real hard days. This is different, I know it... You have your Mexican third eye, I have my gay sixth sense.
She rolled her eyes and gave up.
– Ok, it might be related to the fact that I met this pretty girl on work today...
Look how his face glows, what da fuck is he thinking of? Oh no, not a makeover! Holly crap, what is going on with these Broadway guys and makeovers?
– Oh my God, I'm- this is so good! Is she gay?
– They told me so, but she looks kinda shy...
– Oh, no... Don't freak her out please.
– Who do you think I am? I won't freak her out!
– You are Satan... I mean, Santana, and you can intimidate people easily...
She rolled her eyes
– Ok, maybe. But it's not like I'm in love with her or something so don't make a big deal out of it, ok? And don't tell Rachel, I still have too much to laugh on her; I don't want her to have a good answer for me yet.
– See? You always call her "Berry".
– Whatever!
– Anyway, please don't be hard on her, ok? This has not been a good year for her...
– I support her, but I won't go all stupid sweetie-pies like you two, I'm still me.
– I made Finn call her– Kurt blurt out suddenly.
– What? Why? You were trying to fill one hole with an ass-hole? – she was talking seriously, but she started laughing on her own words– Oh wait, that sounded so wanky.
– Santana, that was disgusting. And don't use that on me, you made him come to kill Plastic Guy.
– You know we both wanted that to happen. And she didn't see him, so it wasn't that hard.
– Ok, I'll give you that, but you know she didn't feel any better after your 'pep talk' the other day – he drew quotation marks with his fingers in the air while he talked.
– I know. She's too stubborn… - She sighed - Ok, she only listens to the gigantic-ass ex, I get it. I guess you did right, she looks happier now.
– She does, doesn't she? – He waited a second and then remembered – Well, what's this girl's name?
She rolled her eyes and went to her bedroom
– Not gonna happen, Olsen twin!
After he read the letter, he immediately knew what he needed to do, so he grabbed his phone.
– Hey Finn, how are you doing with that song selection?
– Err... not so well, Mr. Schue, I have narrowed it down, but I keep thinking none of them are as good as our last nationals' selection.
– It's ok, we still have some time... I was thinking that maybe you could do a little help...
– Oh, no, Mr. Schue, you don't have to help me. I'll find the perfect songs, don't worry.
– Well, actually, I have to choreograph the songs you pick, we both now you can't do that – he heard him laughing – so I wasn't talking about me, I was actually thinking about... Rachel.
– Oh... I- I wanted to call her but... I don't know...
– Maybe I can call her, and ask her if she can come and help the kids with their singing and stuff...
– That would be great. There's no finer teacher.
– Then it's decided, we'll have Rachel Berry back in New Directions!
– Cool. Oh, and... Mr. Schue, she didn't get Fanny, so... just be careful about what you say to her.
– Oh, ok, thanks for the warning. Bye, I'll let you know what she says.
– Ok, bye.
What he wasn't telling Finn was about the letter he had received, it was from the national's governing board. They had assigned a mandatory duet on Nationals performances. And when he thought about duets, he couldn't help thinking about Finn and Rachel.
– Hello? – She didn't know the number, but it was from Ohio.
– Rachel Berry! How are you?
– Mr. Schuester! Fine, thanks! How are you? Is every think ok?
– Yes, I just wanted to know if you were planning to come to Ohio soon, we could do a little help here with the kids.
– But what happened to Finn? Can't he help you?
– Yes, he is choosing the songs. I thought you could be the kids' vocal coach while I help him. Mercedes was helping us too, but she went to LA again.
– Well, I have actually some days off next month, I don't have any auditions and I've finished with my exams. I was thinking about going for a visit, I haven't seen my dads in a long time. I guess I could drop by and help you.
– Thank you Rachel, that would be great! And congratulations on your audition.
– Thanks Mr. Schue. See you. Say hi to Mss. Pillsbury.
– Thank you, goodbye.
He texted Finn. 'She's in'.
A/N: I must say I laugh when I read some freaked out comments because of the cliffhangers. So I made another one :D How cool is that?
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