Author's Note: Hello All. This is an AU future fic where in which different generations of characters collide. It is very different from my pervious story. It's farfetched and strange, but I am proud of what I have produced so I hope you enjoy it. This story is not super racy, but I am giving it this rating just to be on the safe side. Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, but one can wish. The original characters I created are mine.
Anna was unlike her parents. It wasn't that surprising, but it still bothered her. She knew that they loved her very much, probably more than most, and they always respected her decisions on everything, but still – it ate at her that they had very little in common. Her mother was a legal aid and a very clinical person. Her dad was a writer, and a reformed downtown hipster, who now lived in the suburbs, and mildly disapproved of doing so. They were great people, but their differences from Anna only got harder for her when she was growing into a young adult. Anna Stern had known she was adopted since she was a small child and it never bothered her at all. It did, however, explain why she has straight, fine, blond hair when her parents proudly rocked their respective Jew-Fros.
Anna was the junior officer of the Ossining High School cheerleading squad. She was also a member of the school chorus club, which was basically a nerdier version of the chorus that met after class hours. She was very active in her school newspaper and occasional stopped by yearbook meetings. She got decent grads and knew if she kept them up she was going to have a bright future ahead of her.
Anna was proud of her interests, even when they were not the most popular. Cheerleading in New York is not quite the status symbol as it seems on to be on those one-hour teen dramas which take place in Anywhere, USA. Neither were her other activities, although they filled her soul. Somehow she gracefully navigated her way through the hallowed halls of adolescence unscathed. Her easy confidence was almost intimidating to her peers. Anna had teachers and mentors who were proud of her and her refusal to accept the status quo. This made her the desire of many a boy of her school. Well, that and her cheer skirt.
Anna loved music. She was an avid dancer, begging to be placed in her first weekly class at the age of three. She never partook in more than one class a year, though, because she had seen how other girls had made it their lives, and she knew she didn't want quite that. She also loved to sing. She never considered herself to have a great voice, just an okay one, but her boyfriend always disagreed. He claimed he joined the chorus club just to hear her voice. Anna liked to think it was because he just wanted to be near her. Either way, their relationship was going at an almost-too-perfect pace. At the end of the day, Anna did have a perfect life, which is why being afraid of asking for the one thing she has wanted for several years was so difficult.
Rachel Berry was lying down on a bed. There were lights all around her, making her look like an angelic doll waiting to be touched. The photographer was discussing to the stylist about how the photo shoot of soft knits, romantic lingerie, and tasseled hair was only going to work if it was mid-afternoon. He wanted more natural light and would not rest until he got his wish. He was a well-respected man who contributed to more publications then Rachel could even think of. Rachel Berry didn't care because this was par for the course by now. She was a star. Achieving everything she had ever wanted. (Well, almost everything.) And as long they were only going to shoot her from her left side, she really didn't care about the time.
She was thirty-two and being featured in a thousand word piece in Vanity Fair was just icing on the cake that was her life. Two Grammys. Two Tonys. An Oscar nom. Not to mention the Golden Globe and the Emmy for her gripping bio-pic for HBO. She wanted success and stopped at nothing, besides nudity and the cruelty of animals, to achieve it. Her humble beginnings of an outcast seemed all worth it at this very moment.
Her love life sucked, but I guess that was just par for the course. Anytime she even tried to get close to someone it became tabloid fodder – and something about that, she really wasn't sure what about it, but just something made her very unsettled. She had no problem discussing any other part of her life, nor did she care when it was discussed without her consent, but when her love life was mentioned, she just wanted nothing to do with it anymore. Rachel had not given a chance to any relationship she had been in because of this reason. None had ever become serious.
She had no reason for complaints though. She was at a chateau in Paris at this current moment wearing items only two percent of the world's population can even afford. And her current station in life took her all around the world, meeting several different people, for every different walk of life. All of whom taught her something new every day. Rachel had a lovely apartment in the trendy, and therefore significantly overpriced, Meatpacking District of Manhattan. She also has a small Spanish-style bungalow in the Los Angeles. At the end of the day, she couldn't be happier. A smile spreads across her face at moments like this one, when she thinks about all that she had accomplished.
Finn loved the irony that was his adult life. If you had told him at fifteen, sixteen, or hell even seventeen that he would have a master's degree in music and would be teaching a bunch of upper-middle-class brats in the suburbs how to sing and play drums properly, he would have laughed in your face. Or, well, probably not laughed, but given his patented crooked half-smile and told you 'no way!' He always found the students he taught amusing. Finn was unaware when he applied for the position that in the outlying areas of New York City, girls were bread to be Broadway baby darlings like golden retreaters. Maybe if Rachel had grown up here she wouldn't have been such an outcast? Then again, her aggressive approach towards life could be seen as annoying by her peers here as well.
Anyway, Finn had a pretty nice life here in Westchester County. Mr. Hudson, as his students called him, got his lucky break at the Ohio State Show Choir finals his junior year, when an admissions officer for Utica University told him was talented; and that the school gave several scholarships and grants for their prestigious music program. He set up a meeting with Miss Pillsbury on the first day of classes' senior year to get the ball rolling on what might be his only shot to get out of Lima. He shockingly received early admission and was smart enough to not let anyone or anything get in his way of a degree. Well, the occasional alcohol-induced procrastination sessions did occur, but hey, that's college. Either way he was content teaching a subject he thought was only a hobby for most of his young life. Only rock stars can make any money on music, Finn thought when he was young. He was quite wrong.
Unfortunately Finn Hudson did not have a lady friend to keep his bed warm at night. He had his list of several serious monogamous relationships which ended up going nowhere. He was even engaged once. That didn't end well when he found out she had been cheating on him with her married boss for a good portion of their relationship. She claimed that their engagement meant that she could finally get out of that horrible Mad Men-like situation. Finn said that she was full of shit. He's already dealt with girlfriend-cheating-on-him-with-the-best-friend situation once before, and although he did not know her boss, he was not dealing with it again. Being able to play the drums was a great aggression release when that happened. He didn't have much of a love life at the current moment. Or, well, even in the recent past. In fact, his long list of relationships had not been updated in nearly a year. Although, he did have a fuck buddy to heal the sting of loneliness.
She's been in and out of his life for several years now, which at times was hard on both of them. Finn often wondered why they just didn't get it together and just decided what they want. Probably because both are scared of the result. They do have a pact though. If neither is married by 35, they would get together. The agreement was made several years ago. Before all that has happened. So who actually knows if that will keep up? The real problem with this was, at age 32, 35 was closer than either party would like to admit.
Ryan was Anna's adoring boyfriend. They would spend hours lying in the grass, embodied in each other's arms, soaking up the sunlight at they placed small kissed on each other's lips. Discussing their bright futures ahead of them. Ryan was a bright kid. One of those annoyingly smart kids who got really good grads by not really doing anything, and half the time seemed asleep in class. He was tall and mildly gangly, but he had great hair and sweet smile that melted Anna's heart. It was getting colder out. Well, not getting. It was winter whether either of them wanted to admit it or not, and now instead of grass, it was snow that was their supportive mattress. The sun was bright, though. Anna always loved the fact that the sun was actually closest to the Earth in winter time. A fact Ryan told her. Ryan was probably going to study science in his future. Although he was still not sure.
Ryan loved Anna – although the thought that he was feeling such a powerful emotion at such a young age scared him. Are people ready to feel love at 16? He wasn't sure, but he knew he was only truly happy when he was in Anna's presence. His home life was not great. His parents had a bitter divorce when he was eight. It left a lot of lingering resentment on both sides of the battle. His father came from money and his current position in life gave him even more money. His mother was great at playing the doting wife until she started sleeping with the man next door. This left Ryan with a resentful mother and a heartbroken dad. And a lot of money fought over in the middle. Both his parents became distant after everything went down. Neither wanted to admit to the disintegration of their marriage and Ryan knew they saw him as their constant reminder. His parents wanted to ship off to boarding school starting in 6th grade. He violently refused and used good old gilt to let him stay. He lived with his dad because there was a better school in his neighborhood, but they hardly spoke. He didn't speak much to his mom either when he visited her on the typical bi-weekly schedule.
That was why Ryan was so afraid to tell Anna about how he felt. He never saw a functional relationship and he was unsure about how admitting something so deep would be received. He didn't want to scare her off. Instead Ryan just chose to show Anna small doses of affection, and hopefully she would get the hint. She was perceptive.
A/N: Thanks to everyone for giving this story a shot. Feedback would be really helpful, so please review and let me know what you think. I hope you are enjoying everything so far.