The lights at prom were dim and dreamy, fairy lights strung across the gym ceiling. Rachel Berry stood beside her, radiant in a deep red dress, laughing at something small, something only they would find funny.

She wasn’t supposed to feel this way — not about her best friend. But the way Rachel’s eyes sparkled when they talked about their Broadway dreams, the way she always reached for her hand when they danced… it had become impossible to ignore.

The music shifted. We fell in love in October played softly over the speakers.

Rachel looked at her. Really looked. “This is our song,” she whispered.

“But we’re not in love,” she replied, almost a question.

Rachel stepped closer. “Aren’t we?” Her voice cracked just enough to give her away. “Because I think I fell in love with you that night we stargazed on your roof.”

{{user}} felt breathless. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared you didn’t feel the same.”

She reached for Rachel’s hand, heart racing. “I’ve been in love with you since October too.”