Hello, my name is Rachel Barbra Berry, and I'm Broadway-bound. There's no denying that if anyone's going to make it big in showtime, that person is going to be me.
Slytherin | Pureblood | Glee Club
The Hot Little Jewish-American Princess
I’m sorry, I don’t do girls. But if I had to choose:
Quinn: She’s very passionate, very sweet. Sometimes, I might fantasize about a hot little tutoring session in the Astronomy tower that lasts until the very early hours of morning…
Santana: She’s hot, I’ll admit it. And plus, she seems like the kind of girl that would love to take fierce control over everything when we go at it…
3rd girl: —
Finn: I miss him. I have a horrible feeling that if we did do it, it would be purely because of our lack of intimacy rather than our feelings.
Noah: I always did like his kisses best.
Mike: Have you seen his body?!
Hermione hummed to herself as she made her way to the kitchens, a spring in her step. Today had been a good day. S.P.E.W had expanded, she had gotten 113% on her Potions essay, and now she was going to visit Dobby and the other Elves. She often went there after dinner to offer help and assistance…
Rachel, in one of her poor-pitiful-leave-me-alone-to-die moods again, sat hunched over at the table, surrounded by a group of rather sympathetic house elves. A few were rubbing her back consolingly while others were offering her heaps and bowls of ice cream and just about every comfort food imaginable.
“And Finn and I broke up—I didn’t really want—stopping me, you see—differences—now I’m forever alone,” she wailed, cradling a bowl of vanilla ice cream (topped with God knows what) as if it were her precious baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Hermione’s eyes widened as she realized that there was a rather hysterical girl - Slytherin, judging by her robes - having a bit of a mental breakdown among the House Elves. Her heart went out to the other girl - along with a fair bit of bewilderment - and she unhesitantly made her way towards her. She cursed her compassionate nature, recalling the last time she tried to help a Slytherin.
Malfoy.“Er, hello.” She spoke softly. “Are you quite alright?” Clearly, she wasn’t, but it never hurt to ask.
Rachel hardly even noticed Hermione’s presence. Banging her fist once against the table, Rachel mumbled through a mouth full of ice cream, “He wud ao-mohlt mah first!!!”
One of the house elves approached Rachel rather timidly. “Miss, we is needing to clean up the kitchens now.”
Rachel swallowed and continued rambling on, fist shaking madly in the air. “And let me tell you about the FROG choir. What kind of a name is that—the FROG choir?! HONESTLY.”
Hermione hummed to herself as she made her way to the kitchens, a spring in her step. Today had been a good day. S.P.E.W had expanded, she had gotten 113% on her Potions essay, and now she was going to visit Dobby and the other Elves. She often went there after dinner to offer help and assistance…
Rachel, in one of her poor-pitiful-leave-me-alone-to-die moods again, sat hunched over at the table, surrounded by a group of rather sympathetic house elves. A few were rubbing her back consolingly while others were offering her heaps and bowls of ice cream and just about every comfort food imaginable.
“And Finn and I broke up—I didn’t really want—stopping me, you see—differences—now I’m forever alone,” she wailed, cradling a bowl of vanilla ice cream (topped with God knows what) as if it were her precious baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Upon receiving Luna’s letter, she did her best not to break out into a little tap dance routine, complete with a top hat and matching cane.
Score!
“I can’t sing.”
HAHAHA. FUNNY, MIKE. FUNNY.
“That was all the techies in the back making my voice sound like that for the last show we did at McKinley. You know that, Rache.”
“Oh, I’m doing swell. I’ve recently discovered the advantages of being single,” she sniffs. “It’s quite great, actually. No man to hinder my advances in getting to the top.”
At his mention of a jerkish Housemate, she finds it funny how she doesn’t even need to ask. “Draco Malfoy, wasn’t it?” she guesses, smirking. “He’s a real prat alright. What happened?”
(via thedancing-mike-chang-deactivat)
“I can’t sing.”
HAHAHA. FUNNY, MIKE. FUNNY.
“That was all the techies in the back making my voice sound like that for the last show we did at McKinley. You know that, Rache.”
“Mike, you did know that we had to audition to get into Glee club, right? And you know that Mister Schue wouldn’t have accepted you unless you were excellent. You’re a great performer, Mike. And what you may lack in vocal ability, you make up for in dance. So I don’t want to hear any of this ‘I’m no good’ stuff!”
“Do you dance in choir?” he asked. “I’m just still self-conscious about singing. But I like dancing.”
“Er…”
She thinks of the sort of dancing they’d done back at McKinley.
“I’m working on it. See, I’m trying to convince Professor Flitwick that we should turn the choir into something more like the former Glee club…but I think I won’t need to pester him much longer.”
Rachel grins. “But if we do dance, you’ll join, won’t you?”
(via thedancing-mike-chang-deactivat)
“I can’t sing.”
HAHAHA. FUNNY, MIKE. FUNNY.
“That was all the techies in the back making my voice sound like that for the last show we did at McKinley. You know that, Rache.”
“Mike, you did know that we had to audition to get into Glee club, right? And you know that Mister Schue wouldn’t have accepted you unless you were excellent. You’re a great performer, Mike. And what you may lack in vocal ability, you make up for in dance. So I don’t want to hear any of this ‘I’m no good’ stuff!”
(via thedancing-mike-chang-deactivat)
“I can’t sing.”
HAHAHA. FUNNY, MIKE. FUNNY.
Dancing in the studio.
“Oh, yes, fantastic job, Mike! That’s the EXACT kind of enthusiasm and brilliance we need for the choir! I mean, you are still a part of it, right? Right, Mike?”
“Rachel? Mike grins. “I knew you were here! I was wondering when I was going to bump into you.”
He says all of this while removing his sweaty tank.
“But choir? No. I can’t sing, remember?”
“Oh, please, Michael Chang, you won’t ever find yourself bumping into me. I’ve too much grace and poise for that. I outgrew my clumsy shell long, long ago.”
It’s very hard to focus on staring at his face when there is his body to ogle at.
She breaks out into laughter. “Oh, Mike…that’s a good one…‘I can’t sing’…oh, boy…”
(via thedancing-mike-chang-deactivat)
Dancing in the studio.
“Oh, yes, fantastic job, Mike! That’s the EXACT kind of enthusiasm and brilliance we need for the choir! I mean, you are still a part of it, right? Right, Mike?”
(via thedancing-mike-chang-deactivat)
