If there was one thing Rachel hated, it was being woken up ahead of her schedule. She was a morning person, that was out of question, but even though the obsessive part of her high school-times was mostly gone – she shuddered at the memory of some of her clothing – she still had a tight sleeping schedule and she wasn't about to change that.

That was why she wasn't at all amused when her phone rang at 6am (Seriously, who even called that early?), two hours before she usually got up.

Rachel really didn't want to get the phone so she simply let it ring, relieved when it stopped after a while and slowly drifting back to sleep. When it rang again though, she figured she had to get it, so she pushed herself up with a groan and feeled around for her phone with her hand.

Luckily, the cell was still ringing when she had finally found it, and she replied with a harsh "Hello?" without glancing at the caller ID.

The person on the other line replied with a persistent British accent. "Hey Rachel, it's me, Adam. I was just wondering if Kurt's any better? It's been two days and I don't know, I was just kind of hoping for something that indicates he's still alive?" he chuckled, obviously not noticing Rachel's annoyance or the fact that it was 6am in the morning, for Christ's sake!

The girl was caught by surprise. Adam? What was she supposed to tell him? "Uh... You know... He's uh- he's still asleep!" Smooth, she thought with a slight eye-roll.

She could hear shuffling on the other end, probably because Adam nodded or something. "Uh, okay. Tell him to call me when he wakes up though? Or at least, you know, reply to my texts?"

Rachel's expression darkened at that; she was furious with Kurt by now. "Oh, I'll make sure of it, trust me." she answered determinedly.

"Thanks Rachel! See you soon!" How could anyone be so cheery at this hour?

The girl just huffed out a "Yeah" in response and ended the call, falling back into her pillows. She texted Kurt a Call me, freaking stat, before closing her eyes and trying to sleep again. Shifting around under her covers, she soon realized she probably wouldn't be able to sleep in again.

What a wonderful start for the day, she mused darkly. Still, she got up and made her way to the kitchen, beginning to make herself a coffee. Santana probably wouldn't be up until nine or later, seeing as she worked a night shift at the bar she was employed in.

Shaking her head, Rachel sat down at the kitchen table after getting her coffee and pulling the laptop nearer to herself, glad she'd left it there yesterday after looking something up.

She opened her writing program and began working on an essay that was due next Monday. Seeing as it was only Wednesday, she still had a lot of time, but she didn't want to take any risks – after all, she hadn't come to NYADA to flunk or live the "college life". If she wanted to get anywhere near Broadway, she'd need to do her very best and more.

Time flew by, and after writing about half of the 15 pages, she finally looked at the clock again; it read 7.45am, still a little too early for her liking, seeing as she had already been up for almost two hours, but it was alright.

She stood up and went over to the stove, pulling a pan out of the cupboard and opening the fridge to get two eggs. While waiting for the oil to heat up, she decided to check if Kurt had called or at least replied to her text.

She wasn't surprised to find that he hadn't, it was still rather early in the morning, and it wasn't like she herself was up by choice.

After about two minutes, Rachel returned to the kitchen and grabbed her eggs, smashing them into the pan and stirring. She took them out when they were ready, grabbing herself another coffee and settling by the table again.

Her thoughts began to drift to Blaine, because even though they hadn't talked in a while, he and Kurt still were her best friends. She couldn't imagine what Blaine had to be going through right now, and her chest constricted in sympathy.

Thoughts of the time Kurt's dad had had a heart attack clouded her mind, and she wondered if Blaine was doing the same. Hopefully he was holding up, it had been terrible seeing Kurt fall apart two years ago – she didn't even want to think about what would happen if his parents didn't wake up.

Shoveling her scrambled eggs into her mouth, she didn't notice Santana coming up behind her. When a hand touched her lightly at the shoulder, Rachel jumped, her fork clattering onto the plate.

Swirling around, she realized it wasn't someone who had broken in but her pretentious roommate. "God, can't you say something instead of sneaking up on me like that?" she exclaimed, irritated.

"Sorry hobbit, didn't realize you'd gone deaf. I mean, it's not like I made an effort to be quiet. Thinking about something?" She turned her head.

Rachel nodded slowly. "Yeah... I can't stop worrying about Kurt and Blaine. What if Blaine's parents don't make it? And Kurt... he's got to be there for Blaine all on his own. I wish there was something I could do."

Santana's expression softened and she sat down beside her friend. "Hey, listen to me. They will be okay. All... four of them, or however many there are at the moment. It will turn out all right; it always does with these two. And I guarantee you, when Kurt gets back, he will have happy news", she smirked.

The other girl grinned and moved over to give her roommate a hug. "Thank you, Santana. You're a great friend when you want to be, you know?"

She could hear a huff. "Don't get used to it, Berry."

Rachel just smiled and decided to ignore the comment. She believed in what Santana said – everything would turn out all right.