rachel.

❝You think so?❞ She looked to him for guidance, but she knew exactly what he was going through himself. After all, she lived with Kurt and they talked about it often. So she squeezed his hand in return to offer him some comfort. ❝What about you? How are you holding up?❞

“I know so.  Would I ever lie to you?  Never.  You’re going to come out of this haze and shine even brighter, Rachel.” He bounced their hands between where his leg and her leg touched–head tilted and eyebrows jerked expectantly high.  “Isn’t that what stars do,” he hummed and smiled so big she could swear he believed it about himself too.  “I miss him every day but!  I’m–I’m holding up just fine.”  What’d he just say about lying?  It wasn’t a bad lie if he didn’t want her worrying? Oh!  Even better?  Skimming briefly over the truth to an answer better suited for a friend who had enough of her own problems do deal with?  That one!  That excuse was perfect.