A million thanks to WillowSeeker who said I should write a Sebchel story. It was a fantastic idea and I started writing, and all of this just flew out. I really hope you like it and drop me a review at the end! ENJOY!
I Don't Sleep, I Dream
Rachel took a drink of her latte, drumming her fingers on the chair, thoughts flooding her brain.
They'd just had opening night for West Side Story. She thought about the flowers that were laying in the seat of her car, from Finn. She sighed, shutting her eyes and rubbing her temples. Why did this problem keep coming up? It had happened again tonight. On stage. She had been Maria, in every part of herself. She felt that feeling, where she was so happy that she could explode, simply because she was performing. The conversation she'd had with Shelby previously hadn't helped.
"Rachel?" Rachel turned, seeing her mother standing there. She had just finished changing, in the choir room that had served as the girls' dressing room.
"Hi," Rachel had said. She watched as her mother walked forward and held out a red rose. Rachel took it, a smile edging on her lips.
"Rachel, you were fantastic tonight. Can I... talk to you?" Shelby had said.
"Um, sure," Rachel said, she sat down on one of the chairs, patting the one next to her. Shelby sat and pulled an envelope out of her purse.
"You know that I know quite a few influential people in New York and Broadway, right? Well, when you had me do your letter of recomendation, it got me thinking. Rachel, you are extraordinary. You shouldn't limit your choices to NYADA. I am great friends with a woman on the admissions board at Julliard. Now, hold on," she said as Rachel began to protest, "I know that you wanted to study strictly musical theater. But at Julliard, there are extra classes and clubs for that, and you could study music and acting... Anyway, I sent videos of you from both competitions and from videos from Jacob Ben Israel, who has been secretly filming you. By the way, don't worry, I dealt with that. Besides it being incredibly creepy, he did get great footage. My friend wrote this letter. To you," she said. She gave it to Rachel.
"I think you should read it," Shelby said. She stood and kissed Rachel's forehead and left. Rachel watched her go, momentarily stunned at the sign of affection. She looked down at the letter. She stuffed it in her purse and quickly walked out.
She'd come straight to the Lima Bean. She didn't want to go home. She knew she probably should go to Finn's and try to fix this mess. She sighed and pulled out the letter from her bag, thinking. She broke the seal quickly, pulling out the letter before she chickened out.
Dear Miss Berry,
It's nice to finally hear about Shelby's talented daughter! Your tapes are fantastic! I made the board watch them with me. Your performance of My Man brought every one of us to tears and the song that we heard you wrote, Get it Right, was fantastic song writing. I have discussed it for quite a length of time with the board and we have decided, even though a formal application was never sent in, we would like issue to you an acceptance. We need people like you here at our school. I've sent some course books to Shelby, so you can see what we have to offer. She told me of your interest in musical theater, and you have nothing to worry about, as far as that being a setback on Broadway. Directors, casting agents, writers all frequent Julliard, searching for new talent. Depending on your progress, we send out many recomendations.
I have one criticism for you. Just one. Some of the footage alerted me to a fatal flaw, if you will. When a particular person has huge dreams and aspirations, they tend to mold their lives into a path that they think is the way to get what they want. They don't allow themselves to stray from it and they miss out on life, and in performing arts, life is what we are celebrating through music. I think that you need to relax. Enjoy the ride. Enjoy your love of music, now that you know that your future is secure.
I hope that you will consider us. I truly believe that you would thrive here.
Board of Admissions at Julliard
Rachel sat back in her seat. She pulled out her phone.
Rachel: Thank you
"Rachel Berry?" she heard somebody say behind her. She turned. Standing there was a gorgeous guy. He moved to sit across from her. She studied his face, trying to puzzle out why he seemed so familiar. He wore what looked like designer jeans and shoes and a gray button down.
"Don't you remember me?" he said. Rachel shrugged, smiling. She watched as he laughed, trying to suppress how cute she thought he was.
"Finn, Finn, Finn, Finn" she thought.
"Well this is awkward," he said, smiling, with perfect white teeth. "Your dads were the one's who helped my parents in that big legal battle when we were both eight. Rachel gasped.
"Seb Smythe," she said, smiling.
"I will admit, I was chubby and annoying back then, sorry you had to put up with me," he said. Rachel laughed.
"You weren't bad. I was the one who was bossy to an irritating extent and had braces," Rachel said, reassuring him, also mentally kicking herself for flirting.
"No you weren't bad. I'd say you turned out alright," Sebastian said. Rachel smiled. She knew she was blushing. Her phone buzzed with a call and Finn's face came up. Sebastian saw the heart that was next to his name.
"Oh... boyfriend?" he said, leaning back in his seat, raising an eyebrow. Rachel met his eyes and he held hers. She looked down, pressing ignore.
"You know, I'm not really sure," she said.
"Wanna talk about it?" he asked, smiling that confident smile again. Rachel bit her lip, thinking. Then she remembered the letter, about how she should relax and live.
"Well, the problems kind of been going on since last May, at Nationals..."
They stayed at the Lima Bean for a long time, talking. He'd listened to her story. After she was done, he'd told her to simply choose which one she loved more, him or performing. It had seemed simple after that. She'd changed the subject to him and his life.
He was back in Lima after traveling all over with his parents and family, as he'd been doing for most of his life. His parents were very successful photographers. They were in China now. Sebastian had decided to come back and finish out his senior year. He was taking the required classes, and everything else was art. He wanted to follow in his parents footsteps.
They finally had to leave after it was midnight, since the place had to close. They walked out into the chilly air. Rachel pulled her tan trench coat tighter around her shoulders.
"I was wondering... are you busy on Friday night?" he said. Rachel turned to him again.
"I... um. Sebastian, I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not interested. Because I am. But... I really think I need to talk to Finn first," she said. She watched as he nodded. He stepped forward, and Rachel froze. He bent down, and placed a kiss on her cheek. He pulled back and smiled at her.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow," he whispered. He turned and walked off. Rachel watched him climb into a black Mustang. He drove off. She finally released the breath she'd been holding. She climbed into her car woodenly. Yes, she'd checked him out as he walked away. Yes, her heart had beat faster when he'd kissed her. Yes, she liked him. A lot.
Rachel woke up the next morning. She sat up, disbelieving.
"What the hell," she whispered, burying her head in her hands. She, Rachel Berry, had just had a sex dream.
She got out of bed and washed her face and brushed her teeth. She opened her closet. Her eyes went through all of the animal sweaters, long "pilgrim" dresses (as Santana called them) and penny loafers. She sighed. Her eyes were drawn to the box at the top of her closet. She stood on her tiptoes and brought it down. Her aunt Lisa, who lived in Florida always sent her clothes that she never really wore, using the excuse that it wasn't really her style. She went through the big box. She ended up wearing a sheer white top that was normal length in the front and was long in the back over black leggings. Then she had black platform boots that were studded with tiny stars. She brushed her hair out and looked at herself in the mirror, liking what she saw.
She picked up her phone, with a resigned sigh.
Rachel: Meet me in the auditorium b4 the bell
Rachel put her phone in her bag and went downstairs. Her fathers had left already. There was a note on the table.
Good morning sweetheart. Hiram and I will be working late tonight, we left money for takeout on the counter. Have a great day!
"Just like usual," she said bitterly, walking out to her car, eating a granola bar.
She arrived at school and put her stuff in her locker. Her outfit was getting her some admiring looks, but she didn't let that distract her. She came in the side door and saw Finn sitting there.
"Hey," she said, sitting down next to him.
"I think we should break up," he said fast, looking at her. Rachel's eyebrows went up.
"Oh, come on Rachel, I knew it was over as soon as I figured out you wanted to have sex for the show. I don't blame you for that, you know," he said.
"You should," Rachel said, half smile.
"Rachel. I got burned so bad yesterday. Cooter, that recruiter, didn't even look twice at me. They were too interested in Shane. He told me football would end for me in high school. I was a mess, but then I realized that football, even though it was fun, was just a way to get into college. I don't want to spend the rest of my life doing it. I also realized that you are in this relationship for the year, and your gone. Performing is your real love, not me," he said. Rachel waited for him to start again.
"Anyway, I got home, wanting to punch the wall. I sat in my dad's chair. It hit me. I want to go into the army like he did," he said, smiling, looking more excited than Rachel had seen him in a long time.
"Finn, that's wonderful," Rachel said.
"I know, Miss Pillsbury said she'd help me do the signing up," he said, standing up.
"I'm happy for you," Rachel said. He smiled at her. She stood and hugged him.
"Friends?" he asked.
"Always," Rachel said, stepping back. Finn walked out, calling, "See you in glee." over his shoulder.
Rachel smiled to herself, and walked back out.
Rachel sat down in glee, feeling on top of the world. Kurt had just complemented her outfit, fawning over her shoes, followed by an affirmation from the other girls. Mr. Shuester came in, congratulating Rachel and Blaine for the play. He began talking about Sectionals. Rachel looked down at her phone, seeing Shelby had told her to come pick up the course catalog at her house.
She looked up when a voice said, "Excuse me?"
The voice belonged to Sebastian, who looked sexy as ever.
"Yes?" Mr. Shuester said.
"I'd like to audition for glee club," he said, eyes locked on Rachel's. A smile spread on her face.