A/N: Hi everybody! Hey hey, girl! Um, this is my first glee fanfic that is focused on Rachel Berry and not Kurt Hummel or Blaine Anderson. (I'm all for Klaine! :)) I'm not going to make it exactly like the movie muscal and/or broadway musical "Chicago" but I want to make it have the same idea. So tell me what you think. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing :\ IT'S ON MY BIRTHDAY LIST! :)

"Where's Shelby?"

Shelby Corcoran was just exiting a cab. She threw a couple bills at the driver and sourly said,

"Keep the change." She slammed the cab door and walked into the building. On one of the walls was a poster read, "Tonight at the presents: the Corcoran sisters: Sally & Shelby". She ripped the part with the word "Sally" off of the poster and crumpled it to the ground. She pushed open the doors and went toward her dressing room.

As she passed the stage manager he said, "Shelby, where've 'ya been?"

"Busy." Shelby curtly replied while never missing a step.

"Where's your sister Sally?"

"She's not feeling herself."

"They paid to see your sister act!"

"Don't sweat it, I can do it alone." She slammed the door and started to change into her outfit. "Shit." Shelby realized there was dried blood all over her hands. She quickly tried to wash the blood away. Once she decided there wasn't much else she could do about it, she turned off the water and left the dressing room.

"Shelby you're on!"

Shelby sighed and hoped on the elevating platform. As the platform rose through the stage, the music started to play.

She stood on the stage with her head down until she started to sing…

Come on, Babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz

The spotlight shone bright on her. There was also an empty one to her left. She nodded to the right and the spotlight moved to face her.

I'm gonna rouge my knees
and roll my stockings down
and all that jazz.

She slipped into the dance and continued to sing…

Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
and all
that
jazz

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Hold on, Hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at United Drug
I case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that
Jazz!

"Let's go, Rachel." Noah said while putting on his coat. Rachel and Noah were at the Onyx Club. Noah said that his friend that could get Rachel on stage was here.

"Noah, I didn't even get to meet your friend yet." Rachel worriedly said.

"Don't worry about it." Noah grabbed her hand. "It's all taken care of." He smiled at her wickedly and led her out the door.

"You told him about me." Hearing this news made Rachel extremely happy. More than anything she wanted to be known.

"Yeah, kid. It's all taken care of…" Noah slipped his hand down and squeezed her butt.

Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, Babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you Lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake

The company sang with her…

And all that jazz

Rachel and Noah had just made it to Rachel's apartment while kissing and drinking on the way there. Noah pushed her into a door one time. That door opened to belong to Mr. Schuester.

"Oh! Hello Mr. Schuester…" Rachel had said giggly.

Mr. Schuester said sour. "Mrs. Hudson."

"This is Noah." Rachel pointed slightly at Noah whose body was pushed up against hers. "He's my brother."

Noah laughed and pulled Rachel away from Mr. Schuester's door.

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

and all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer

For all that jazz

Once Rachel locked the door, Noah threw Rachel onto her bed. He started taking off their clothes. He started to kiss her neck.

All that jazz
Come on, Babe
Why don't we paint
The town?
And all that jazz

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that
jazz

"Say it again for me, Noah." Rachel moaned.

Noah replied between kisses. "You're a star, kid. You're my little shooting star."

No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all
that
jazz!

The police walked in through the front door of the Onyx Club. Shelby knew this was going to happen. Off to jail she went.

That jazz.

Rachel moaned to Noah. "Again, Noah. Say it again."

"You're a star." Noah said.

It was the next morning and Rachel and Noah lay in Rachel's bed together. Noah got up and left Rachel there.

Rachel giggled lazily. "Where's the fire, Noah?" She tried to grab his arm but he shook it off and started the search for his clothes. "Don't hurry, Noah, Finn won't be home until the afternoon. There's no need to rush."

Noah pulled up his pants and walked into the bathroom. His pace hadn't slowed down a bit.

"Hey, when am I ever going to meet your friend at the club?" Rachel wondered. "It's been a month since you last told him about me."

"There is no friend." Noah stated.

"W-what? What do you mean? Who was that guy you were talking to yesterday?"

"Trombone player. I was collecting money from a bet." Noah began putting his shoes on.

Rachel started crying. "Y-you lied to m-me?"

"You're a hot babe. I would've said anything to get a piece of that." He slapped Rachel's butt before heading to the door.

Rachel fumbled with the gun in the top drawer of her dresser. She pointed it at Noah and screamed between sobs, "You son of a bitch!" Bang! Rachel had pulled the trigger. "You son of a bitch!" Bang! Bang! The trigger was pulled two more times. "Son of a bitch…!"

"Say what happened again for me, Mr. Hudson." The Police officer said.

"Well," Finn began. "I was coming home from work when I saw someone climbing through the window. And my wife, Rachel, was upstairs sleepin' like an angel. She was always a sound sleeper. I always said she could sleep through a tornado. So I shot the guy. And like I said before, after I shot him, he kept coming at me. So I pulled the trigger again."

Finn was sitting on the bed with the policeman's flashlight in his eyes while Rachel was standing in the corner by her dresser. And Rachel thought to herself...

Sometime's I'm right
Sometime's I'm wrong
But he doesn't care
He'll string along
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine

Sometime's I'm down
Sometime's I'm up
But he follows 'round
Like some droopy-eyed pup
He love me so
That sunny honey of mine

Finn questioned. "And just suppose if he had violated her. Violated? Ya know what I mean by violated?"

"I know what ya mean." The policeman stated.

"Think how terrible that would've been. It's a good thing I got home from work on time, I'm tellin' ya that. I say I'm tellin' ya that."

He ain't no sheik
That's no great physique
Lord knows, he ain't got the smarts

Oh, but look at that soul
I tell you, the whole
Is a whole lot greater than
The sum of his parts

And if you knew him like me
I know you'd agree
What if the world
Slandered my name?
Why, he'd be right there
Taking the blame

He loves me so
and it all suits me fine
That funny, sunny, honey
Hubby of mine

"A man's got a right to protect his loved ones, don't he?" Finn asked.

"Of course he does." Replied the policeman.

He loves me so
That funny honey of mine
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine

The Police officer stated. "Name of the deceased…Noah Puckerman."

"Noah Puckerman!" Finn said. "Why that can't be! My wife knows him! He cleaned our pool! He gave us 10% off…" Finn turned to Rachel. "You told me he was a burglar."

Lord knows he ain't got the smarts

"You mean he was dead when you got home?"

"She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin' me that cock and bull story about this burglar, and I ought to say that I did it 'cause I was sure to get off." A flustered Finn told the policeman. "'Help me, Finn', she says. 'It's my God damn hour!'"

Now, he shot off his trap
I can't stand that sap

Look at him go
Rattin' on me
With just one more brain
What a half-wit he'd be

If they string me up
I'll know who
Brought the twine

"And I believed her!" Finn ranted. "That cheap little tramp. So, she was two-timing me, huh? Well, then, she can just swing for all I care. Boy, I'm down at the garage working my butt off fourteen hours a day and she's up mucnhin' on god-damn Bon Bons and jazzin' around like some god damn floozy!"

That scummy, crummy
Dummy hubby of mine!

"Thought you could pull the wool over my eyes, huh? I'll tell ya I wasn't born yesterday. I tell ya there are just some things a man just can't take and this time she pushed me too far! That little chiseler! Boy, what I sap I was!" Finn yelled at himself.

Rachel ran over to where Finn was and pushed him. "You double-crosser! You big blabber mouth!" She turned to the officer. "Okay, yes I shot the bastard, but only because he was trying to burgle me!"

"Come on. You're goin' to jail." The policeman grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the apartment.

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