We Could Have Had It All
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee and One Tree Hill.
Couple: Rachel Berry/Haley James, with slight Peyton Sawyer/Quinn Fabray, and some Brooke/Haley
Authors Note: I had someone come to my inbox and personally ask for this story, so I hope that you will enjoy it and I hope that all of you will love it! :)
Leave the Past Behind
Haley smiled proudly to herself, setting the bag on the ground beside her small bed before sitting on it and pulling out her list. She crossed off a few of the items on the list before rereading the school supplies that she still had left to buy. Most people dreaded going back to school. Her friends would all procrastinate until the last minute on setting up their schedules and buying their supplies, but it was Haley's favorite part of the year.
In high school, she had lived with Brooke Davis who had teased her for this obsession, often informing her that she was a nerd.
She just loved it. New pens, new pencils, new books, a new backpack.
Of course this year was a bit different. In ways it was more exciting, she was on her own in the great city of New York and following her dreams, but in ways it was terrifying. She was miles away from most of her closest friends, living on her own, starting a career that she could fail at, and she felt like a complete outsider. The city was fast and the people walked by her without a care in the world. Most of them did not even notice her. She wasn't used to that coming from the small town of Tree Hill.
She called her friends, but it wasn't the same. She missed them. Nathan, Brooke, Lucas, and Peyton, she missed them all. Four years ago when she was starting high school she would have never expected to get so close to so many people, especially the people that had teased her for the majority of high school, but they had become her best friends and she didn't know how she was going to survive starting a new life without them.
"They will still visit…" Haley reminded herself aloud as she started to doodle on the side of the paper, lost in her thoughts.
Haley stopped doodling momentarily in order to look around her dorm room. She had arrived in New York a week prior in order to get prepared for her classes and moved into her room. She had also hoped to meet her roommate in order to see if they were compatible or if she needed to talk to someone about changing dorms. She wondered if they would get along, if they had similar majors or hobbies, if they had anything in common at all.
She had asked her seven siblings, parents, and friends what college was like and they had filled her in on all of the horror stories. It scared her to death.
The last thing that she wanted was to be put in the same room with a drug addict, a thief, a serial-killer, a sexual deviant that always brought home men and had sex with them in front of her keeping her up all night and not allowing her to get a healthy eight hours of sleep, or even just someone that partied all of the time and never let her have silence in order to study or do her homework. 'Although, I don't think that anyone will party more than Brooke Davis and we got along well living together… so who knows…?'
School started tomorrow and she did not know anything about her roommate.
All that she knew was that her name was Rachel Berry.
Haley wished that her family could have afforded a single dormitory. They just couldn't, and despite her scholarships, NYU was still a very expensive college. She felt too guilty to ask for more than they could afford. She just did not feel comfortable with sharing her space, especially such a tiny space.
Glancing to the alarm clock beside her bed, she wondered about where Rachel was. Did she plan to actually show up? Was she changing her room? Was she going to skip the first day of class?
This morning Rachel Berry had woken up knowing exactly who she was and what she wanted out of life. She was going to marry Finn Hudson and spend the rest of her life with him. He had told her that she needed to concentrate on his dreams and so she was going to attempt to do so. No more being selfish, no more over ambition, no more Rachel Berry.
She should have realized then and there that this attitude was not a healthy one, but she didn't.
It wasn't until he practically forced her onto a train to New York and told her that she needed to follow her dreams. Even then she had begged him to go with her, to let her go with him; she had belittled herself and pleaded with him to stay with her. She had never felt so low and on the train ride to New York as the tears stained her cheeks and her makeup smeared across her face she realized just how pathetic she was being.
She was Rachel Berry.
The strongest most talented woman that she knew and it was her dream to sing on Broadway and be a star, and Finn was right. She needed to pursue that dream and he needed to pursue his dream. They could still date long-distance and then when the time was right they could get back together. If they were meant to be then they would be.
Rachel believed that they were meant to be.
She had never loved anyone the way that she loved Finn.
They had promised to keep in touch. She was going to NYU to study musical theatre and he was going into the military, which she wasn't all too happy about. She did not like the idea of him risking his life on a daily basis. It terrified her.
Rachel had just arrived at the dormitory where she would be staying. She did not know who her roommate was going to be or what to expect of her personality, but she was excited to meet her. She was excited for the entire college experience. This is what she had been waiting for her entire life. A chance to make her big dreams come true in her favorite city on the planet. Retrieving her key she headed up the stairs to the room numbered 218 and unlocked the door before walking inside.
Large brown eyes immediately started to scan the surroundings. The first thing that she noticed was the giant Sheryl Crow poster on the wall, a medium sized television with a few horror movies and romantic comedies stacked up beside it, a coffee machine, and CD's of all sorts lined up in alphabetical order. There were some plain blue sheets on the mattress that her roommate had obviously deemed her side of the room and an acoustic guitar propped up against the side of the bed.
'Perhaps she is a singer…' Rachel concluded her full lips twisting into a smile that spread across her face. That would be the ultimate roommate. Someone who loved music as much as she herself. 'Although, Sheryl Crow is hardly Barbra Streisand… We will simply have to work on her taste.'
Her head snapped toward the bathroom as she noticed that the shower was on. Her roommate was probably preparing for classes in the morning. She would have to take a shower shortly after her. For now she needed to 'mark' her territory, so to speak. She wanted to show off her interests and make herself at home.
Rachel had been in a rush so she had not packed all that much. Unpacking her clothing she started to hang up her argyle sweaters and some of her skirts, lining up her shoes at the bottom of the closet they provided for her. She covered her bed in a big pink fluffy blanket with hearts all over it, and matching heart pillows, and pulled out the few movies that she had brought with her. All of them being musicals, Funny Girl going on top of course.
Glancing to her roommate's side of the room she realized that her side had a lot less personality. She would just have to fix that as the weeks went by though. Rachel Berry was not one to be bested.
Rachel was snapped out of her contemplation as she heard the bathroom door open and turned quickly to see the woman that would be living with her for the duration of the semester. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight. The other woman was lovely. She had large brown eyes and long brown hair that was wet and dripping. She was almost as short as she was, and she was tiny. It was adorable.
Rachel pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched the water roll down the beautiful woman's cheeks and drip down into her visible collarbone. Her heart was racing and her skin felt hot all of a sudden as she trailed her eyes down over her tank top that was clinging to her body in all of the right places. Her nipples were hard and her midriff was showing, along with her legs due to the shorts she was wearing.
'Oh god, what is wrong with you Rachel Barbra Berry! Snap out of it! She probably thinks you are either crazy or you are a pervert! And you definitely are not a pervert! So stop acting like it. You've seen girls clothed in such a manner before.'
"Uh, hey. You must be Rachel." Haley said as she took a towel to her hair and continued to dry it. A light blush painting over her cheeks as she made her way to the mirrors and opened a drawer pulling out her brush so that she could brush her hair. She had honestly expected Rachel not to show up.
Haley could feel the other woman's eyes on her and she glanced up into the mirror to see that she was still staring at her with a hunger in her eyes, it was intimidating and caused her to blush some more.
Rachel quickly apologized for her strange behavior. She had never acted in such a way around girls, only around Finn. "Oh, yes. My name is Rachel Barbra Berry, and you are?" She moved toward the other.
"I'm Haley." She stated with a shrug of her shoulders as she pulled out her toothbrush and started to apply toothpaste.
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Haley. I see that you have a guitar and a poster of Sheryl Crow. I do hope that this means that you are majoring in something revolving around music?" She pried curiously.
"No, actually I am going into business." It had been Karen's idea. She had told her that if she did not want to be a teacher and she was not confident enough in her music than business would be a safe bet. Haley envied Rachel for being confident enough in her singing abilities to go into such a terrifying career. She could not handle it. She had immense stage-fight and truthfully she did not think that she was a good enough singer.
Rachel looked perplexed by the admittance and Haley found herself watching the other woman's face and finding it oddly adorable how she reacted. Her eyebrows were knit together and her lips were parted, eyes filled with confusion. She hastily regained her composure. "Oh, I see. I apologize for the assumption. Although, I do assume that it is safe to say that you in the very least enjoy music, correct?" 'Why else would she have a guitar… That would be odd.'
"Yes, I enjoy it. I just don't think that I am very good at it."
Rachel understood. Haley loved music, but she was not confident in her singing. It sort of reminded her of her best friend back home, Quinn Fabray. She had a beautiful voice and it had grown so much over the years, yet she still lacked confidence in it. She bet that Haley had a wonderful voice as well.
"I see. I bet that you are better than you know, Haley. So you know, I am a very talented and self-confident singer. I have been singing and dancing since the age of two and I will be a star someday and I would love to give you vocal lessons sometime if you would allow me to. Free of charge of course." She added in a matter-of-fact tone, hoping that her self-confidence and over ambitious nature would not scare off the beautiful woman like it scared off everyone else. People just didn't like her upon meeting her.
Haley laughed a little and shook her head at Rachel. 'She is really cute…' She did not want to agree to the vocal lessons because she did not feel comfortable singing in front of the other woman, but she also did not wish to turn her down.
"I'll consider it."
"I do hope that you will." Rachel said with a nod of her head as she walked back toward her suitcase and pulled out some pink pajama shorts and a tank top. She loved pink.
'Gross… I hate pink…' Haley thought as she watched the other woman grab her clothes and noticed that her bed was a mess of the disgusting color. Still, she was endeared by Rachel Berry. She could already tell that she was going to make NYU an interesting adventure.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I need to do my nightly ritual. Also, I hope that you do not mind, but I will require my allotted eight hours of beauty sleep every evening, so please do keep the partying to a minimal." With that she skipped toward the bathroom leaving Haley standing there with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth and a smile on her lips. 'She has to get eight hours of sleep a night too?'
Rachel Berry seemed like she was going to be the perfect roommate for Haley James.
This was requested by one of my wonderful readers, so I figured that I would give it a go! I love the idea; I just hope that I can execute it well. Please do tell me what y'all think and if you want me to continue with this story!
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