Back To The Beginning

A/N: Yes I'm back again with a new story. I had the first part about half-way typed up before my computer deleted it, and it's now somewhere floating through cyber-space (or maybe Japan), but I've had this idea for about a year. It's probably been done, but this is my version of events and my story. Enjoy!

Prologue

Rachel's POV

I met Kurt Hummel in Kindergarten. I'm still not sure how or why we became friends but we did. I loved going to his house because there in a way had a mother. I loved Kurt's mother, her name was Elisabeth and she looked a lot like Kurt. Actually I guess to say it correctly Kurt looked like her, same hair colour, same eyes, and same smile. Kurt and I remained the best of friends through out Kindergarten and 1st grade.

In second grade two new friends came into my life. Mercedes Jones and Brittany S Peirce. Well Mercedes wasn't exactly my friend, she was Kurt's but Kurt was still my best friend so we ended up spending time together. Brittany was my friend. I liked her, she had her own way of seeing everything which was always so much fun.

Mercedes and I had a huge falling out in fourth grade. In that year everyone took chorus, there were only two ways your couldn't be in it. One, you were totally tone-deaf and couldn't sing a note, Two, you were an ESL student and chorus practice was during ESL time.

Now Kurt and I have been singing together since we met, Brittany could also sing, but she was a better dancer. Mercedes had been singing in her church since before she could talk (or so she said). Our chorus was going to give one solo and a duet and of course several group numbers. The Duet turned out to be "Can You Feel The Love Tonight?" from the Lion King, now as much as I loved that song I wanted the solo which was "Tomorrow" from Annie, which at that time was my favorite musical (I hardly knew who Barbra Streisand was, but hey I was only nine).

Mercedes and I vied very hard for the solo, Brittany didn't try, but she did get the female part of the duet with some kid in glasses named Artie. (Kurt said he was happy in the background, the truth was Elisabeth had just died only a few months earlier, and Kurt wasn't in to singing solos at the current time). I ended up with the solo and Mercedes hated me ever since.

In 5th grade my dads decided that I would benefit from going to Hebrew school (Religion for Jews) twice a week. (Tuesday after school and Sunday morning). There I met Noah Puckerman, who liked to be called Puck. I could call him Noah. He called me Super Star or His Jewish Princess.

Things for me remained the same through out most of middle school, once I entered High School everything changed. Kurt closed himself off and barely spoke to anyone including me. Mercedes acted like an ass most of the time, I didn't realize that she was holding in a lot of rage. I joined almost every school club there was in an attempt to distract myself from my longing for a mother (which had it an all time high ending of 8th grade, when certain things were happening). Puck joined the football team, and Brittany became a cheerleader, and although they tormented me at school to keep their new rep, outside they claimed to still be my friend.

Now in my sophomore year after I got our Glee Club teacher fired for favouring male students in more ways than one, something happened that changed everything. Mr. Shue became the new director and I saw that four names were up on the sign up sheet. Mercedes, Kurt, a girl I knew briefly named Tina, and Artie, remember the one who got that duet with Brit in 4th. So I signed my name ending with my gold star, my thing and Puck slushied me.

I went to the girls locker room to shower and change, I was a little cranky because I told Puck if he had to slushie me, could he please do the grape kind, especially if I was wearing white, like I was that morning.

I heard someone enter and lock the door and soon a very naked Puck was in the shower with me. "David was nearby or I wouldn't have done it." He whispered into my ear.

"I won't be able to wear that sweater again, you owe me a new one. I told you only grape when I wear white." I murmured.

"Sorry Superstar, I'll remember for next time." He promised.

Then under that warm water we had sex. It wasn't the first time; we had been doing it for about three months, shortly after I turned 15. (My birthday is in mid-July, the 17th)

About a month later I realized that I hadn't gotten my period for almost two months. Didn't tell my dads or Puck, I told Kurt. Kurt dragged me to an out-of-town drug store where we bought three different pregnancy tests.

As we waited for the results Kurt told me the reason he's been shutting me out and what was up. He said, "I'm gay."

"Did you forget whose raising me? Did you think I'd have a problem with it?" I asked.

"Not you really. Or Brit, or Mercedes. The person I'm worried about is my dad." Kurt confessed.

Personally I don't think Burt would mind too much. Kurt is his father's whole world since Elisabeth died. "Your dad loves you, you should tell him. If he kicks you out, which I doubt highly. You can come stay with me and my dads, I don't think they'd say no if you asked." I replied.

At that moment the timer went off, and there was the truth, three different tests all claiming that I was pregnant. I didn't believe them so I dragged Kurt to a free clinic to see if the tests were lying.

They weren't, I was officially two months pregnant and was due in April. I burst into tears. I don't know how long I'd be able to hide a growing belly. I mean I've heard some people get sick a lot, or grow so large almost immediately, but then again there are some who don't even look the least bit pregnant until the eighth month.

Kurt convinced me to tell my dads, but I countered only if he told Burt he was gay. He did that night. He called me afterward and said his dad told him he already knew and that he didn't care. Kurt was still his son and he loved him.

I told my dads that same night about my pregnancy and burst into tears. When they both left the room I was positive they were packing my things and were going to throw me out. Instead they both came back in, Daddy with a glass of water and Dad with a cool washcloth. Daddy helped me drink the water until I was calm, and Dad wiped my face. Daddy asked, "You have options. My can abort it, or carry it."

Dad said, "If you plan to carry it, you can give it away or plan to raise it. Whatever your choice its, we'll support you."

I told Kurt about my conversation with my dads and he asked what I planned to do, "I'm carrying it for sure. I'll decide later if I'm keeping her or giving her up."

"Her? How do you know it's a girl?" Kurt asked.

Had I really said her? "I dunno." I responded, "I just have a feeling."

I had wanted to keep it a secret from people in school, but shortly after I found out Quinn Fabray head bitch of the Cheerios, who had joined Glee to keep an eye on her boyfriend Finn Hudson who had to join when drugs were found on him. Quinn joined along with Santana Lopez, who is someone you'd never want to meet in a dark alley, and Brittany. Brits told me that Coach Sue actually wanted them to destroy the Glee from the inside.

Along with the girls several boys from the football team also joined. This guy named Matt, who I didn't know at all, Mike who I knew had a thing for Tina, (they were in some Asian club thing together), and…Puck.

Well, anyway Quinn was also pregnant, not only pregnant, also two months due in April just as I was. But she said Finn was the father.

We had both insisted to keep the secret; our fellow glee clubbers and Mr. Shue knew the secret but no one else. Except she had yet to tell her parents, I had told mine.

Somehow this slimy jerk Jacob Ben Israel who had a thing for me (and some the other girls I'm sure), found out about mine and Quinn's issue and when I refused to date him or give him my undergarments, he printed about us in the school paper.

Quinn blamed me for that. I did too, but I figured everyone would find out anyway so just tell them.

Quinn had no choice but to tell her parents, and they threw her out. Finn being her baby's daddy told her she could live with him. He was so attentive.

Puck on the other hand, kept avoiding me. I asked him to go to appointments and asked him if he wanted to keep it. He kept saying it was my baby my choice. I ended up taking Brit or Kurt to my appointments.

At around five months all hell broke loose, Brit told me that Quinn had told her and Santana that Finn wasn't the father: it was Puck.

I burst into the choir room and asked Puck right then and there if he was the father of Quinn's baby. He admitted it, he said yes.

I was floored, but Finn was furious, He started beating on Puck. I could have stopped it, but at that moment I didn't even care.

Finn dumped Quinn after that and almost quit, but he couldn't. Quinn also had to find another place to live, Puck tried but he didn't have much room so she stayed with Mercedes.

Everyone kept asking Quinn how she was and if she needed anything, no one asked me. Well Kurt did, so did Brit. Quinn did to feed her own issues, and so did Puck out of obligation: they didn't care.

The day before Valentines Day Mercedes was talking about having a baby shower for Quinn who had just found out she was having a girl (as was I, when I found out I was with Brittany and we called Kurt when I got home). No one noticed me. I just grabbed my bags and left.

When I got back I told my dads to call the school and tell them that our doctor said I had to be on bed rest until the baby was born and I would finish Sophomore year by mail.

Dad and Daddy tried to talk me out of it, but I'm insanely stubborn. So there you go, two months until my due date and I left everybody and everything I loved.

The next day Brit and Kurt came by, but I told Dad to tell them I was sleeping. They left two gifts for me. Kurt gave me a sleeper in the same blue as his eyes with yellow stars all over it, and one that was a sea cloured green. Brittany gave me two onsies; one was pink with a unicorn, the other was red with pink writing that said "Kiss me I'm cute!" Through my dads I sent thank you notes. But they never came again.

On April 4th the pain started, the next morning at 5:56 AM I gave birth to my daughter, who I named Elisabeth Lily, after Kurt's mother and the flower that Puck gave me before we slept together the first time.

I didn't return to school. I decided to do junior year over the Net. I didn't keep tabs on my friends but my dads kept my updated on some things. Quinn had her baby a girl named Beth but gave her up. Kurt's dad married Finn's mom so they were stepbrothers. Despite losing at Regional's the Glee club managed to remain at McKinley. You know basics.

Two weeks before my senior year, my dads told me that I should return to school. I tried to fight but they knew a great baby-sitter for Lily. (I usually called my daughter by her middle name) and that this was SENIOR year I should enjoy it. Finally I gave in and now I'm re-enrolled at McKinley High as a senior.

I wonder if anything has changed.