He wakes up on Saturday to the buzzing of the alarm on his phone and a note. Rachel, he thinks with a soft smile. She'd been so fucking full of surprises. She'd been amazing. But he doesn't hear from her for the remainder of Saturday. Or Sunday.
Hell more or less breaks loose in the hallway before first period on Monday, but - for once - it isn't some football player or puckhead tossing a slushie at some geek or nerd or freshman or social pariah. It's Kurt, and Blaine, and fucking Riverdance in the hallway with half the Glee Club surrounding him [and Artie isn't doing Riverdance but he sure as fuck is watching and cheering on Tina or something], and he catches a legit squeal of NYADA and he isn't sure if it was Kurt or Ms. Pillsbury who made that noise.
Rachel tears past him like a bat out of hell and, after Saturday, he knows exactly why. It doesn't require any thought, and skipping school is practically an extracurricular activity (or unapproved eighth period) for him, so he slams his locker door closed and follows her. He doesn't remember what class he has first period, and the March spring is still chilly, leaving them with the best opportunity and excuse to drive to one of their houses, strip down, make some coffee, and curl up in his bed with her not remembering her rejection from NYADA and the fact that he didn't actually apply anywhere.
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Hell more or less breaks loose in the hallway before first period on Monday, but - for once - it isn't some football player or puckhead tossing a slushie at some geek or nerd or freshman or social pariah. It's Kurt, and Blaine, and fucking Riverdance in the hallway with half the Glee Club surrounding him [and Artie isn't doing Riverdance but he sure as fuck is watching and cheering on Tina or something], and he catches a legit squeal of NYADA and he isn't sure if it was Kurt or Ms. Pillsbury who made that noise.
Rachel tears past him like a bat out of hell and, after Saturday, he knows exactly why. It doesn't require any thought, and skipping school is practically an extracurricular activity (or unapproved eighth period) for him, so he slams his locker door closed and follows her. He doesn't remember what class he has first period, and the March spring is still chilly, leaving them with the best opportunity and excuse to drive to one of their houses, strip down, make some coffee, and curl up in his bed with her not remembering her rejection from NYADA and the fact that he didn't actually apply anywhere.