[Rachel is sitting in her pink beanbag chair, in very pink pajamas, watching "What Not To Wear" and sulking miserably.

Kurt's gone.Even if they weren't as close here as they were at home, at least from when she's from, she always thought of him as a friend. It was always comforting to know that she had someone here that she cared about. Sure, ( Read more... )

[Rachel is sitting on her bed, painting her toenails. Even though she's painting them her favorite polish color, metallic-mauve, she doesn't really feel very happy. When she's done, she pulls out her notebook and tries to write a song, but all she can think of for lyrics is "You're a failure, you're no badass, you're a weenie who can't hunt ghosts ( Read more... )

[Ms. Berry herp derping around in the choir room, at the piano, not realizing she's recording anything. Of course, this isn't for her usual warm up and showtune practice, oh no. Rachel Berry has had the most brilliant idea that she could ever come up with ( Read more... )

[It was like any other morning this morning. Rachel awoke from a fantastic dream in which she were performing on stage in Evita, and was singing to her people ( Read more... )

[Rachel is shooting from the piano in the choir room, fumbling with her outfit and fixing her hair, and now, click!]
Well Hello there fellow mansion dwellers! The time has come to join together and meet yet again. As some of you may know, for reasons that are not important, I am now Glee Club captain. Anyone who is not already in Glee Club, feel ( Read more... )

[ Rachel is done with petty social drama. Finally, she has come to realize that she don't need no man to be happy. Her newly discovered independence is totally making her feel ambitious again ( Read more... )

[ Little miss prima donna has decorated her room perfectly. After spending a good two hours figuring out how to use her closet, she has her room perfectly constructed to fit her needs. Floral printed rugs, sequined curtains, the works. She even had a welcoming plate of star-shaped cookies at her coffee table.

Her interior design efforts also made a ( Read more... )

Why am I here? Who brought me here? I demand to know this very instant. I don’t know where I am, or how I got here for that matter, but I assume someone is going to show me around.

Well, I mean, I can’t just sleep right here for the night, you must have SOME sort of room prepared for me. And if you think you can just steal me in the middle of the ( Read more... )