it's inevitable | st berry

CHAPTER 11

"Rachel get your ass out of bed unless you want me to call Santana to drag you out of here." Kurt took off her blanket.

"Okay okay okay" Rachel quickly put a skirt on with a simple blouse and shoes. After doing her makeup, having breakfast, and some coffee; Kurt, Santana and Rachel were entering NYADA for the week.

Her classes went surprisingly quick and before she knew, it was time for Musical Theatre.

"Class, time for your assignments. I really hope you practiced both the solos and the duets because this will determine your first grade for the class." Rachel nervously nodded at her teacher's words.

I wasn't ready. I really wasn't ready for this, Rachel thought. She and Jesse practiced what? 3 times? no way in hell that's enough for an assignment worth this much. For the solo she was a little bit more relaxed, but still incredibly stressed out.

Rachel grew even more nervous as time passed by, her leg unconsciously bouncing and she kept biting her nails. Jesse, who was sitting beside her, noticed and gave the girl a confident smile to try and cheer her up.

A few kids went by already and everyone was great. But none of them sounded better than Jesse or her. At least she didn't think so.

"Up next, Jesse St James." he took a deep breath, looked at Rachel with a smile, and stood up.

"Hi. I'm Jesse and I'll be singing Train Wreck by James Arthur." Rachel hadn't expected him to sing a song by an actual modern singer. She thought he'd sing Bohemian Rhapsody or some Broadway song, but definitely not this one. But it was still a good one for him, she thought.

Laying in the silence
Waiting for the sirens
Signs, any signs I'm alive still
I don't wanna lose it
I'm not getting through this
Hey, should I pray? should I pray
To myself? To a God?
To a saviour who can

Unbreak the broken
Unsay these spoken words
Find hope in the hopeless
Pull me out of the train wreck
Unburn the ashes
Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet
Pull me out of the train wreck
Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out
Pull me out, pull me out

Underneath our bad blood
We still got a sanctum, home
Still a home, still a home here
It's not too late to build it back
'Cause a one-in-a-million chance
Is still a chance, still a chance
And I would take those odds

Unbreak the broken
Unsay these spoken words
Find hope in the hopeless
Pull me out of the train wreck
Unburn the ashes
Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet
Pull me out the train wreck
Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out
Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

You can say what you like 'cause see, I would die for you
I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God
Be my help, be a savior who can

Unbreak the broken
Unsay these reckless words (find hope in the hopeless)
Pull me out of the train wreck
Unburn the ashes
Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet
Pull me out of the train wreck
Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out
Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

His voice. His passion. His range. His emotions. Everything was perfect. Jesse really outdid himself and Rachel couldn't help but clap like crazy as soon as he finished. The smile he gave her after the performance filled her stomach with butterflies.

There's something about the way he smiles at Rachel, that could erase every single worry she has in her mind. It's silly, thinking a smile fixes everything, but it does. At least for her, his smile does.