First attempt at a Glee story. I tried to keep them as in character as possible, but this chapter is very rough. I wrote it in a couple of hours, and I just wanted to see what kind of responce it would get before I put too much effort and love into it. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please! Yeah right!

October


She was blinking away tears as she folded a top she deemed worthy to bring, when Justin stormed in.

"Rachel, please stop packing." He said calmly. "I know it's a shock, but, sweetie, it won't happen again! I promise."

The tears did fall then. Rachel zipped up her last suitcase and turned to her husband. "I'll send for the rest of my stuff as soon as I get settled into a new place. Until then, I will be staying with my fathers." Hitching the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder as she walked past him and out of the apartment.


When Stan Berry opened his front door he expected the pizza guy with dinner. What he didn't expect was his daughter standing on his doorstep, six bags sitting around her and two more on each shoulder, tears streaming down her face.

"Angel, what's wrong? Frank!" He called back inside. He rushed over to his baby girl and pulled her to him tightly. "Angel, come here. Tell me what's happened. Frank! Rachel Barbara Berry. You will tell me what happened to put you in this state right this instant! Frank!"

"What?" When Rachel's dad finally reached the door he was already agitated, and as soon as he saw his husband clutching tightly to his baby, he wanted to murder whoever had made her cry hard enough to have to fly all the way home.


Rachel had been staring at the ceiling in her darkened room, trying to figure out what to do next when there was a knock at her door. And it just proved how pathetic she was when she couldn't even muster up the energy to tell her parents to just go away and leave her alone.

There was another brisk knock and then nothing. Just as Rachel was about to close her eyes and go back to sleep, her door flew open. The sound the door made when it collided with the wall made her sit up and stare at the person standing there in shock.

"Rachel Berry, you have been Carrie Bradshaw-ing it for two weeks now according to your dads, and I have to say I'm very disappointed in you! How could you not have called me? I would have come here to help you plan your revenge." Kurt smirked and Rachel fell back into her pillows.

"Go away Kurt." She whispered, looking back up at the ceiling.

Kurt glared at her – not that she saw – and walked with purpose over to the windows. He pulled back the curtains and drew the shades up with a snap, filling the room with light. Rachel sat back up, hair falling into her eyes as she glared back at her friend.

"How did you even find out?" She asked harshly as she pushed her greasy hair out of her face. She knew her father's wouldn't have told anyone without asking her first and she hadn't spoken since she told them, and he – she couldn't even think his name – had never like any of her friends. They held her back he said.

Kurt turned back towards her and smiled softly. "It's all over the papers. The amazing Rachel Berry Barnes and the handsome Justin Barnes Splitting Up? That was the headline I saw while standing in the checkout line at the grocery. Can you imagine the heart ache I felt when I saw it?" Seeing her disbelieving look, he left his heart ache out of it and focused solely on hers. "Anyway, I called Tina and Artie and activated the phone tree. So in short: Everyone is here. Get," He gave her a disgusted look. "Showered and dressed. We'll see you down stairs."

Rachel was already in a bad mood, so having Kurt order her around didn't sit well in her belly.

"I don't feel like going out."

Kurt's soft eyes hardened as he scowled at her. "Rachel Berry!" She was grateful he hadn't used his last name with hers again. "The sun is bright, birds are chirping, and you have friends sitting down stairs making awkward conversation with your dads. You need to get showered. You need to get dressed. You need to come down stairs. You need to get over it. And you need to star by getting the hell out of bed!" Kurt took a deep breath after his little speech, and swept towards the door. "And you better not change into sweats."

And then he was gone.

No, being ordered around didn't sit well in her belly, but maybe she would find some TUMS in her medicine cabinet. Kurt was scary when he needed to be.


Well, how was it? Good? Bad? I like flames just as much as compliments. They fuel my desire to be better.

Hope you're all well,

October