Chapter Seven

                                    

                                          
(Picture is Kimberly's Sadie Hawkins dress)
"I can sing high and sing low," me and Kurt harmonized a warm up quietly as we made breakfast for ourselves on a January morning. "I can sing high and sing slow."
Rachel came out of her room, tying her hair up into a ponytail and whispered, "He's sleeping!"
"Would you like some tea?" I sang quietly.
"I would. Yes. Shh," Rachel whispered. 
"Brody's here?" Kurt asked. 
"Yeah," Rachel said with a smile.
"Did he spend the night?" I asked.
"Yeah," me and Kurt brought our breakfast over to the coffee table in the living room. "We had dinner last night at Balthazar and he insisted on taking me home."
"Rachel," Kurt said as we looked back at her bedroom, the curtain slightly parted where we could see his sleeping form.
"You know, the train ride back to Manhattan is really long, so I just invited him to stay over."
"Oh, Rachel Berry, I am scandalized," I said as we sat on the couch.
"Well, I just–I seized the moment. I really–I like him. And I'm tired of second-guessing something that feels so right."
"Mm-hm," Kurt said teasingly.
"Mm-hm,"
"Well, as long as you're happy and I have a white noise machine, I guess I'm happy too," Kurt said.
"I'm right next to her, can I sleep with you if I have to?" I asked, getting a look from Rach.
"Yep," he said, playing with the string of his tea bag.
"How was your first week?" I asked.
"It was good. You know, a little lonely. But I was thinking, to meet people, I'd join the show choir called the Adam's Apples."
"Oh, no, no, no. No," Rachel said.
"What?" I asked. 
"Oh, come on, Kim, you know," she said before looking at my twin. "Listen to me. There is a very rigid performing arts hierarchy at NYADA, and show choir is, like, it's the lowest of the low. It's beneath stage managers and carpenters. That is social and career suicide."
"But at McKinley–"
"We're not at McKinley anymore," Rachel interrupted my twin. "We're done being underdogs. If you want a club, just do anything but the Adam's Apples. That's what all the future chorus kids do."
"Okay, what's wrong with being in the ensemble for some Broadway shows? I for one, would love to be a chimney sweep in Mary Poppins if it wasn't closing in March," I said.
"If you do show choir, alright, you might as well be doomed to a life of playing a dancing teapot at Disneyland," Rachel ignored me.
"And what's wrong with Disneyland? I've been wanting to go there since we went to World," I said. 
"Really Kimberly? A theme park performer?"
"Well we all have to start somewhere," I glared at her before turning to my brother. "Do what's right for you. You gotta be you in this industry, and that starts in college." My phone started ringing. I went over to the kitchen. "Oh, it's Ethan!" I answered it. "Hey there, aren't you in school?"
"I have a free period, so I'm hanging out in the old choir room that's now Sue's workout room or whatever."
"Great," I said sarcastically. "What's up?"