"How long has it been, you suppose?"

"One month, two weeks, three days, ten hours, 48 minutes, and 22, 23, 24 seconds. I've been counting."

"Why do you think that is?"

"It helps. It gives me something to do."

"Can you stop?"

"Can you stop breathing?"

"No, I suppose I can't."

"Then no, I suppose I can't either."

"I didn't mean to irritate you. How often do you think of her?"

"I told you already."

"No you haven't"

"Why do think I count?"

"You said to keep yourself busy."

"Yeah, that and it reminds me of her."

"But you don't need to do that.'

"Yes I do."

"No you don't. You have other resource-"

"No, I do! She always counted. She counted how long we dated, how many stars were in the sky, how many more days till she was a star herself."

"So it's something that keeps her mentally attached to you."

"I guess."

"How's school?"

"It's school."

"And glee?"

"I wouldn't know, I stopped going."


"I couldn't handle it."

"Okay. What about your friends?"

"What friends?"

"Santana, Sam, Mike, Kurt."

"They never were friends. They were hers."

"But you enjoyed their company."

"I guess I did."

"You guess?"

""Yeah, they kept things interesting."

"Do you still talk to them?"


"So tell me Noah, do have plans for the summer?"

"Yeah, Ma's taking me to New York."

"Are you excited?"

"Yeah, I think I am."

"That's good."

"Is it? Is it good that I go on enjoying life while knowing that she can't?"

"Yes. You're moving on. That's a good thing. She may be gone, but she will always be there with you."

"I know."

"Do you?"


"Good, good. Promise me something Noah."

"Sure, what ever.'

"Promise me that you will enjoy yourself in New York this summer and when school starts back up, you'll give glee another try. Alright?"


"Is it a promise?"

"It's a promise."



"Have a good day."

"You too Doc."

'I'm still here Noah. I still love you.'

"I know Rachel, me too."

"What was that Noah?"

"Nothing." [leaves room.]