#ghostscrash

rain would not call herself someone who was very good at reading people, she would actually say the opposite. if she were being honest, most of the time, it was just too much work. but this was a little different. no, something about the way stiles carried himself tonight was... wrong. hair stood up on the back of her neck, and it felt like there was a siren going off in her head.

panic bubbles within her, breath hitching and all she can do is shake her head. lydia martin is no stranger to feeling absolutely weak. it has happened before, more than once too. yet it is still just as crippling every time it happens. ❝ scott, no, ❞ she mumbles, shifting closer to him. ❝ i'm not leaving you. i can't. ❞ she cannot handle any more loss. it has happened too many times, they have been to too many funerals. the harbinger of death, one would think she would have grown used to it – she has not. doubts she ever will.

"i can't believe that after everything that happened at mckinley, you and rachel berry share an apartment." the blonde's latest visit to new york had allowed her to see the arrangement for herself. if she'd been able to know at sixteen what life would look like after graduation, she likely would have laughed in utter disbelief. "i need to know everything about it, the pros and cons, the works."

🌷 @ghostscrash (blaine); continued.

chocolate brown eyes shine with humble ingénue as she looks up at her friend, absolutely moved by his sincere encouragement. a genuine chuckle ironically erupts from her golden soprano register at blaine's accurately bombastic description of her voice, and rachel is immediately thankful for having a friend like him to cheer her on from the crowd of life.

maybe that would turn out to be rachel's greatest success, to not have to be alone at the top.

❝ have i told you lately how lucky i feel to have kurt agree to share you with me? ❞ smile only grew deeper into her dimples, as she gave his hand a squeeze. ❝ seriously, it means the world to me to have you in my metaphorical corner of the theatre: you've always believed in me, even when everyone was annoyed with my obnoxious need for the spotlight. you're a good friend, blaine, and it goes without saying you have one in me, too. no matter what. ❞ silence settled for a couple seconds, before rachel's powerful laugh filled up the space between them again, ❝ no wonder we're meant to go to broadway if we can turn a coffee date into such an intense declaration of love! it's ridiculous, but you gotta appreciate the drama of it ― now, tell me about you. where is that smooth lyric tenor soaring to next, and where? a play? a musical, maybe? you'd make a killer fiyero, and kurt told me there are wicked auditions coming up soon at the gershwin theatre. you should sign up! i can help you run lines as elphaba, it will be perfect! ❞

❝ might not be long now, if you keep partying at this rate. ❞ it looks like a mindless remark, as haley didn't even take her eyes off her hands at the keyboard, but there was worry disguised as judgment laced in her words: and she knew that, even in her hungover state, taylor would pick it up.

that was the beauty and the curse of sisterhood: you know eachother too well to hide behind pretty lies.