But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for

It's almost like it's a brand new feeling, quite honestly. The bright flash of cold, the sudden, faint pain in her eyes, the shiver in her spine as the slushee drips down her back. The new parts, though, are Quinn's warning cry just before hand, her own surprised scream, the yelling from who she assumes is her assaulter just behind her...the frantic kicking in her belly as her heartbeat kicks up. She doesn't really register what's going on around her, doesn't have the presence of mind to leave the library. She can hear Quinn's voice over the yelling of the other girl, and then there's more screaming -- sounds like spanish but everything is foreign to Rachel's ears right now except "The bitch is faking. She couldn't keep him so she's faking" -- and someone's coat is over her shoulders -- oh, right. Her dress is white today and totally see-through now in places... -- as she's being led out of the room. She thinks it's Brittany on one side and Quinn on the other, although whoever she thinks is Quinn is gone pretty soon and Brittany's on the phone with someone.

"Phones aren't allowed at school, Br-Oh Rachel." Ms. Pilsbury comes from behind them, ushering them both into the bathroom and when Kurt comes running up, she doesn't even blink when he enters right behind them. He says Mercedes and Tina are coming but Rachel's not really paying attention. Through the walls and the half open door she can hear all of the commotion in the hall while Kurt and Brittany try to clean her up, even if Rachel's just sitting helplessly on the windowsill, not moving, not saying a word, mouth working half open and closed again helplessly.

"Puck!' Quinn makes it to the cafeteria about the same time that the news does, and there's a rush of people heading to the library to try and catch the fight before someone breaks it up. It's obvious he doesn't know yet, since he's looking just about as enthused as the rest of the crowd as he walks towards the library.

Broadway Baby

Rachel's packing when the phone rings. It's not a ringtone she immediately recognizes (Don't Rain on My Parade, her general one) as belonging to one particular person, but when she looks down at the number she contemplates not answering at all. It's the casting director for Spring Awakening, that much she's sure of. And since it'd be rude to not answer, she picks up the phone, all the while preparing herself for the worst.

"Rachel Berry speaking!" The girls' got a game face if nothing else. "Yes, yes, of course I remember!...O-oh?....Oh. Oh my God, oh my-yes. Yes, yes of course! I'd be honored! Thank you so much!" The next 5 minutes of the conversation goes that way. Oh my God and Thank you so much and This means so much and a million other exclamations intended to keep her from crying on the phone with her -- her -- casting director. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I'll see you soon, then!" She finally hangs up after a few more thanks yous, dropping her phone on the bed and turning to bolt into the living room.

Of course, she manages to stop herself halfway down the hall. Be cool, Berry. After a few deep breaths, she manages to cool her jets and stride into the living room instead. Noah's watching some silly game and she knows he hates it when she gets in front of the tv, but she's going to do it anyway. Crossing in front of him, she pulls his ankle down from where it's resting on the opposite thigh and takes a seat right in his lap. After prying his beer out of his hands and wrapping her arms around his neck she leans in, kissing a slow trail up his neck to his ear.

"Have you ever made love to a Broadway Starlet, Mr. Puckerman?"