Rachel Berry

Alright. That sounds like a plan. I’d just hate to intrude and stuff.

You’ve never intruded with me Finn...you know that

It doesn’t really matter to me. I mean, we can if you want.

Come over...I’ll make some tea and breakfast and we can just talk...

Aw, you’re so sweet. You know I love you.

How are things at the bakery? I’m probably going to need to get together with you to order soon for the grand opening of the theatre

It can’t hurt, you know? Other than searching for the right color what else is new Rach?

I’m just working on getting the theatre together...what about you Mercedes?

I wish.  You know who you’re talking to, right?

Do you want to talk about it Finn?

He’s my dad, Rach. I can’t just walk away from the company.

Something tells me that your Dad would prefer you to be happy...Burt’s always wanted you happy

Hey, it’s just a bump in the road. Once all the decisions are done, they’re done. 

I guess that’s true...Have I told you lately how invaluable you are to me? 

I got an old friend to donate chairs for the theatre, and because they were in storage the coverings on them aren’t great...I wanted to make them look nicer for the audiences...Now I’m starting to think I can’t do it at all

I know right? There’s also a strong possibility that we all see colors differently, even if you agree on a color you could both be seeing like totally different things, so the frustration never ends. 

You understand me so well Anthony

For Hummel Tires and Lube.

Your talents are being wasted there...Honestly, I don’t know why you don’t just come work for me and my Dad’s at the theatre

I get that, too. Making decisions for the bakery was a nightmare.

I thought I would love to make all these decisions...but honestly I hate it