1: it's just the begining

FYI: this story takes place as if the Pregnant Rachel storyline continued. she kept the baby but never told the dad or anyone who the dad was.


Finding my Father in an Unexpected Way

My name is Caroline. Barbra Caroline Berry to be exact. People just call me Caroline though. And I am Broadway star Rachel Berry's best kept secret. I don't know who my dad is…yet. I have made it my mission to find out.


I open my eyes just before my alarm goes off. I hear the sound of the local radio station blast through the speakers. I quickly pop out on my laying position in my bed and turn off the sound almost as quickly as it went on. It's Thursday and I can't be late for school. As I walk out of my room, still in fuzzy purple pajamas, I hear my Mom belting out 'don't rain on my parade' for the nine thousandth time. It's her song, she says it is not just her favorite song, but it's the song she sang when she first auditioned for Broadway. And with me as her good luck she came out on top.

Oh, by the way, my name is Caroline. Barbra Caroline Berry to be exact. People just call me Caroline though because according to 'Auntie' Santana, Barbra is 'awful'. And I am Broadway star Rachel Berry's best kept secret. Her daughter.

(If you noticed that auntie is in quotes up there, its just because only Santana refers to herself as Auntie around me. Mom and Uncle Kurt just call her Santana. I don't know what I'm supposed to call her so I'll just call her auntie here.)

Anyway, only the people closest to my Mom know about me. So that's just Uncle Kurt, Granddads, her manager, her agent, Auntie Santana, and Auntie Quinn. My Mom said its because she wants me protected. I don't know exactly what she means by that but maybe because she is a big star in New York.

I slowly walk down the hall of our Manhattan loft, hoping there are pancakes. And that Uncle Kurt made them. My Mom is an excellent cook, but she could never quite master pancakes. But in true Berry fashion, she doesn't stop trying. Once she got close to success, but then I don't know what happened. I see her dressed for the day, hair slightly damp from her shower and plopping soggy cinnamon raisin bread into a pan. French toast today.

"Morning Caroline." She smiles at me happily. My mother is such a morning person. Except when it's 'that time of the month' then she has the capacity to be slightly more lazy than normal.

"Morning" I grumble. I don't know what happened to me, but I barley tolerate mornings until at least 10 o'clock.

"How was your sleep?" she asks me. She turns a perfect 180 spin and grabs a glass from the cupboard and pours me an orange juice and places it in front of me as I sit at the counter.

"Fine." I mumble. I grab the cup and basically drink it all at once.

"Slow down." she scolds at me. I put the cup down immediately. Just then the door opens.

"Good Morning Berry's." Uncle Kurt says as he enters the house. He has a bag of bagels in his hand and a coffee in his other. He puts his stuff down and sits on the stool beside me.

"Morning." my mother waves to her best friend.

"Morning Uncle Kurt." I manage to udder out. Not as cheerfully as Mom, but this is as close as its gonna get.

"Miss Barbra Berry, not a smile? How is it your related to your Mom at all?" he jokes. Mind you the use of Barbra threw me off. I don't even get called Barbra when I'm in trouble. The people that call me Barbra are my Mom and Uncle Kurt. And Uncle Kurt really only uses it is when he wants a legit reason to bring up… oh.

"Speaking of Barbra…" he starts to say.

I stand and make my way towards my bedroom. No need for me to stick around for when those two talk about the great Barbra Streisand. No, I have been stuck there before, and I never want to go back.


I look at the time when I enter my room, its only 6:45 and school starts at 8:45. Which means I have exactly 2 hours until I need to have my butt in my history class. Considering it's obvious no one is going to bug me, I slip my hand under my mattress and expertly find the blue notebook. I sit on my bed, cross-legged and place the notebook in front of me. I open the cover and find where I started. This is the notebook. The notebook I carried around since I was 6. That was when it first truly dawned on me I must have a father, somewhere. At first it was just what kind of person he might be and crayon pictures. Now it's more. Now it's my database. Everything I must have gotten from my father and hypothesizes of what kind of person he is and where he might be. I never really asked whom, and the couple times I try to bring it up, my Mom changes the subject. I want to know. I'm old enough. 14 years is old enough. I flip slowly through the pages and think. Every kid that is without a parent thinks like this. Maybe not as detailed and organized as me, but hey, I am a Berry. What do you expect?

I start to get ready for the day, I am dressed and now I am packing my bag and I look to that blue notebook once more. Still on my bed. Without thinking I grab it and stuff it into my bag.


Uncle Kurt said he would escort me to school today. My Mom needs to head to some sort of thing and she still doesn't trust me alone in such a big city. Were making good time and traffic is light today so Uncle Kurt picked cab as transportation today. I am sitting beside him in the back seat and I pull out a chemistry book.

"Chemistry. Your smarter than me kid." He notes

"Its just Mole theory. Basic stuff." I note.

"Not to most 14 year olds." He adds

"Luckily I am in an advanced program."

I look out the window. The busy city life continues on around me. School just a few blocks away. I put the large workbook back into my bag and note the blue notebook still there. It burns my retinas. Today is the day. Today is when I ask who the hell my dad is.


I enter my house with Auntie Santana behind me. She is here to pick up my Mom for some Broadway wrap party. I just got back from school with her. My mother is frantic. Turns out that 'thing' she had to get to earlier was a meeting with some very high up people. Turns out they want her for a role. An amazing role of some sort, but it involves travel. Cross country travel to be exact. My Mom is doing her rapid-fire speaking thing she does when she is at a crossroads. Uncle Kurt enters and him along with Auntie Santana try to calm my Mom down so they can leave. I am spending the evening alone. I can see the image of that blue notebook again I can't stop it now.

"Mom, who is my Dad?" I ask bluntly. Wow, brain. Real nice timing for a question like that.

Everyone in the room pauses. It feels like forever until someone says something.

"Um… we better be going sweetheart. Frozen pizza is in the freezer for you. See you soon. Love you!" she tells me as she literally pushes the other two out of the apartment. So much for that plan of attack.


I hope everyone enjoyed this so far. this is my FIRST glee story, so please bear with me. (constructive critism is always welcome) if you did like this and want me to continue please review! this story is actually finished. i am just posting it in chapters because it is so long. if i am going to post the second i will need at LEAST 3 reviews or story follows. K? understand? Cool.