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There was no feeling quite as thrilling to Rachel as pre-show jitters. Granted, Rachel was not quite putting on a show, nor was she even technically stepping on a stage. But nonetheless, Rachel, standing in the doorway of the 42nd Street Broadway Rehearsal Space, was preparing herself for the performance of a lifetime.

Sure, the past year-and-a-half had not gone to plan. Her incredible television flop, paired with her shameful retreat to Lima, Ohio, would, for less-talented individuals, mark the end of a short-lived career. But not for Rachel Berry. Rachel was determined to work harder than ever to earn her deserving shot at Broadway fame, so that this embarrassment of the past was not even a smudge on the shiny star that was her career.

Rachel repeated these words to herself, as she made her way to the rehearsal space for Charged. Confidence: that is all she needed. The rest would come easily. Especially if she has chemistry with her Tino, who, mysteriously, she had yet to meet, let alone know the name of. But... maybe she did. Walking into the rehearsal space, she was greeted by the back of a very familiar looking man. “Jesse? What are you doing here?”

[Carefully parks in front of the boy's house and hurries out of her car, beaming once she sees him.] Jack. [Skips a bit as she moves to him, holding her arms out.] Carry me to bed, my handsome friend. [Laughs loudly.]

Beber tanto talvez não tivesse sido a sua melhor ideia, Nicholas constatou ao sentir sua cabeça tontear com o movimento do carro. Após uma festa na casa de um dos seus amigos, o moreno se encontrava no banco de trás do automóvel do motorista da vez, grato que tivesse alguém com senso para se manter sóbrio e dar carona aos bêbados demais para andar, só questionava como ia chegar em casa no seu estado, provavelmente levaria uma bronca dos seus pais que duraria toda noite, a qual não estava em condições de escutar, sem falar que aquilo provavelmente chegaria aos ouvidos de sua namorada e então não seria muito bonito. Desencostou a cabeça no vidro do carro ao notar o mesmo parar em frente de uma casa já bastante conhecida, virando para ver a loira que sentava ao seu lado começar a sair do automóvel, tratou logo de se adiantar e impedir que a garota fechasse a porta, sua mão impedindo esta de fechar. "Ei, faz um favor pro seu amigo favorito aqui e deixa ele dormir na sua casa hoje?" Falou com a voz um pouco arrastada por estar alterado pelo álcool, dando seu melhor sorriso pidão para Melissa.

"Ow, that was my foot again, Sam..." Quinn's face screwed up into a slightly pained expression as the tiny blonde once again found her exes size 14 foot atop of her own as they entered hour three of Mr. Schue's 'Booty Camp'/Sectionals rehearsals for the afternoon. This was probably the fifth time today, and she had already lost count on how many it had been since they'd been partnered up for the majority of this group number. If this kept up, she'd be needing to up her shoe size by a half and pad her toes if she wanted to still be able to walk let alone dance when the big performance finally took place.

Oddly it didn't annoy Quinn too much, sure it hurt, but she kind of liked being partnered up with Sam again; even if it wasn't for a duet. Sure he wasn't the best dancer, but he was better than Finn and he hadn't come close to breaking her nose -- and she got to have him do impressions for her during breaks and just be close to him again. Even with all the time that had passed since their breakup, she still missed being his girl and the way he used to look at her-- like she was the only girl in the world. Now that look was given to Mercedes, and no matter how hard Quinn tried to pretend it didn't bother her and that she was over him, it still hurt like hell. He was trying so hard to get Mercedes back, and she treated him like a puppy owner who got bored once the puppy wasn't little and cute anymore, yet he still pined away and just kept trying to regain her favor and Quinn just didn't get it at all. What did he see in Mercedes that made him want to give her a second chance, and pursue her relentlessly -- and why hadn't he been that way about her?

Finally Mr. Schuester called it a night, just after Sam trod upon her foot one last time, leaving Quinn wincing some, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to shrug off the pain. "Yep, definitely padding my toes tomorrow. You're lucky it's as much fun as it is painful being your dance partner, or I would seriously be asking for someone with smaller feet, like Rory to partner with." she teased the boy lightly, her eyes flicking up to catch him not even looking at her but at the usual girl who seemed to have all of his attention. "Or maybe you're battering my feet hoping I'll do that so then you can dance with her..."

Ao ler a última mensagem de Isis, o moreno girou os olhos impaciente e atirou o celular para o banco de trás, finalmente ligando o motor do carro e dando partida. Não entendia porque tinha que ser tudo preto e branco para a garota, ele não sabia explicar como se sentia, os dias que se passaram foram apenas mais confusos para Danniel, não compreendia o que era gostar de alguém e questionava se era assim que se sentia com Isis, porque ele sabia que se sentia diferente perto dela do que com outras pessoas, talvez conversando poderia a fazer entender o quão confuso estava. 

Dirigiu até o endereço que a loira passara, o GPS do carro o guiando na maior parte. Parou em frente à uma casa e não bastou dois olhares para saber que era a certa, já que Isis estava parada em frente ao lugar o esperando. Se fosse outra situação, provavelmente o moreno já teria saído do carro com um sorriso e a abraçado forte dizendo que sentira falta dela, mas sabia que ela não ia apreciar o ato agora. Então resolveu não sair do carro, apenas destrancando o automóvel e aguardando ela entrar, batucando os dedos no volante um pouco nervoso.