Rachel unlocked the door to her apartment after a hard day's work; she worked the Spotlight, rehearsed for her play, and had to run around half of New York to pay bills. So, yeah she was tired and wanted to sleep. Rachel walked in, looked around for a few moments. "I'm home." She calls out but shrugged, and let out a sigh, it sucked for Rachel to live on her own, no one to come home to. It was a boring life which consisted of the same schedule every day, in the mornings Rachel does her pre-work workout, then she goes to work, after work she goes to work on her play, she had a lot on her plate as the star, and to tackle it alone, as previously stated, it sucked. Rachel tossed her mail on the counter then walked to fridge, opened it, and then pulled out a bottle of beer. She closed the fridge door then gently hit the cap part of the bottle against the counter to get it off, and then she sipped some of that cold brew that she was waiting to get her hands on all that day. "One week.." she lets out as she walks over to the mattress that was sitting in the middle of her living room; she hopped on it then placed the beer bottle on the coffee table in front of it. "I wonder what's.."

Knock, knock…

"Dammit.." Rachel groans before getting up, she pushed some hair back while walking towards the door, not wanting anyone to bug her at this time, and she was going to let the person know. She answers the door. "Yeah?" she asks.

A young brunette, with a nervous aura about her was standing on the other side of the door, wearing a pair of black shorts and a light pink tank top. "H-Hi, my boyfriend and I were making desert but we don't have any sugar.." she scratches her arm and chuckles. "Could I, maybe borrow about… One cup?" she asks.

"Uh.." Rachel pushes her palm against her forehead. "Y-Yeah, come in." she says while walking away from the door, and into the kitchen to get this young woman a cup of sugar "You been here long? I haven't seen you." She partially asks while she pulls down the sugar from one of the cabinets.

"Oh!" the woman lets out and chuckles. "I, lived here for a few months, but mostly I've been inside writing. I work for the New York's Creative Column.. It's sorta new." She explains nervously.

"Wait, really? I read it every day." Rachel turns and smiles a bit. "My favorite portion of that paper is the Free Verse Trials. Every word speaks to me, and makes me feel like I'm not all alone." She expresses while walking to the woman with the cup of sugar in hand.

The woman smirked "I'm glad my work pleases you." She raises an eye brow and chuckles softly.

Rachel's eyes widened a bit, as she handed the other brunette the cup. "Whoa, wait.. You wrote those?" she asks while feeling ecstatic for meeting this person. "You are like, a poetic genius. I mean I know free verse isn't like rhyming and haiku's, but I love me a good verse.." she admits shyly.

The brunette women gazed at each other for a few more moments, and then the younger one speaks up. "Th-The sugar?" she asks.

"Oh." Rachel shook the cobwebs out then nodded. "Here." She handed the cup to the other woman and smiled nervously. "Uh.. You got a name?" she asks.

"No, I was born without one, but I hear they are awesome to have." The younger woman smirks some more. "I'm Marley." She says before leaving the apartment.

"Nice to.. Meet.. Damn." Rachel closed the door then walked back to her mattress; she pressed her face into the pillow and let out a lengthy groan of emotional pain.

Over on the Lima side of the world, a young man was walking the halls of McKinley. He was a loner in terms of social status, no one really leveled with him on a personal level, well with the exception of his girlfriend that he did care a lot about, and on many occasions he almost confessed his love. This man, as much as he hated being recognized as such, was the adopted brother of Rachel Berry; and his name is Elliot. He walked up to his locker, struggling to get it open like usual when he spotted his girlfriend kissing… Another man? The young man walks to this act of unfaithfulness, gives them a dirty look then clears his throat somewhat loud.

"I don't mean to be rude, but what the hell Kacy?" Elliot asks with a bit of anger in his voice.

The ebony haired woman smirked towards Elliot's direction then leaned into the man some, not really looking like she cares about how her boyfriend feels about this. "I'm sorry, but I need a man in my life, not a boy." She announces. "You're a good boyfriend, but you're too sensitive and not as.. Well, cool as Travis here." She continues while rubbing the man's chest.

"You got to be kidding me." Elliot moved one hand over his head and sighed loudly. "So, instead of talking about it, you pretty much cheat on me?" he asks in an even angrier tone of voice.

Travis approached the other man; clearly he was taller in height and was part of the football team, where Elliot was not. "Calm down little man, leave so I can enjoy my woman." He demands with confidence.

Elliot looked off to the side then back at the taller man. "You're calling me little, I seen you in the shower. You make Mini Me look like Hulk Hogan." He smirks up at the jock.

Travis shoved Elliot into the locker, and then he got closer. "You want to say that again, shrim-"

The bell rang, which was Elliot's saving grace at this moment. This made him scoot out of the way, nodding with confidence. "By the way, Kacy.. We're done-ion rings." he turns to leave the area to head to class.

Later in the day, Elliot walked through the front door of his dads' house, he tossed his bag on the kitchen table then walked to the fridge, raided it for a soda. "Ah, the most refreshing thing we have in this house." He smiles before taking a sip of the drink then walks to the table, sits down while kicking his feet on the table and tries to relax.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hiram asks from behind as he walks to the kitchen, then leans against the counter to look at his son with an upset look. "I get a call from your principal that you hit another kid for no reason, and that at the request of the kids' parents you're suspended til after summer break." He explains.

Elliot's eyes widened a bit, hearing that news almost caused him to spit his soda out. "Y-You're kidding, right?" he asks loudly. "The dude shoved me." he continues with a shocked expression. "I embarrassed him by making fun of his di-"

Hiram slams down a piece of paper, this silenced Elliot. "See that?" he asks while his eyes lowered to his son. "Because you've been defiant to your teachers, and starting fights with kids…" Hiram gulped and let out a soft sigh. "Your principal had to send this contract in the mail." Hiram explains before walking to the other side of the table, sitting down across from Elliot. "It's pretty much your last chance, and that contract states that if you defy, start fights, or are even called to the principal's office for suspicion of doing something wrong at the school, that you are to be escorted off the premises and kicked from the district." He said with regret.

"Bullshit.." Elliot shakes his head a few times. "They start crap with me, and they get a clean a slap on the wrist. I defend myself, and I am on death row!" he stood up and picked up the contract. "I'm not signing this, I have no reason to sign this."

"Unfortunately you're not given much of a choice." Hiram states and slides a pen over to Elliot. "Both of your fathers work hard to keep this roof over your head, and to give you the best life possible." he says calmly. "We know you're different than most kids there, and the Glee club being retired probably doesn't help in terms of diversity."

Elliot just keeps an angered look on his face, not understanding that school's hatred towards him.. Or so he feels that school hates him.

"Elliot.."

"I didn't ask to go to that school, dad." The young man starts off before standing up. "I get bullied, I defend myself verbally, and I'm still accused of shit I didn't do." his voice starts to shake a little bit. "That school, can kiss my ass, that's for sure… That's for damn sure!" he says before walking away from his father, traveling up the stairs, walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. He walked to his bed, looking down at it; he then punches his bed once. "Fuck!" he lets out.

Marley was walking home from the local supermarket; she had bought some small things to hold her and her boyfriend for the rest of the week since they had one big grocery shopping day per month, which was more than enough, the small weekly visits are just to get anything that they either are almost out of or a couple of extras. It was just nice to get out of the house and communicating with others, it definitely beat staying inside all the time. As Marley made her way upstairs to go to her apartment, she saw that Rachel's door was open, this sparked curiosity in the young brunette as she walks towards the door to see Rachel on a balance beam, holding her body up with one arm. It was an amazing sight to see, just something as simple as seeing a human being keep balance set Marley's world ablaze.

"W-Whoa.." Marley lets out a tad too loud.

"Huh, oh crap!" Rachel lost the balance but was able to move her body to where she landed right on her rear, not too much damage was done at the very least. "M-Marley, I didn't see you.."

Marley shook her head. "Uh, yeah." She nods then looks at Rachel innocently. "Sorry, it's just that the door was open, and I got a little worried that someone was rummaging in your apartment." Marley nervously explains.

Rachel chuckled as she moved some hair back from her face. "No, I am sorry, I usually have that door open around this time, it gets way too hot upstairs, even though it's just me in this big apartment, it really gets some bad heat." She explains before getting up. "I see you went to the market." Rachel said as she looked at the bags. "Did Phil by chance bag for you?"

"His name was Phil, yes." Marley smirks and nods. "How did you know?" she asks.

"I could tell by the way he bags, he always puts the cans on top, even though they're supposed to be at the bottom." Rachel points to the cans then returns the smirk at Marley. "It's an OCD thing with him, or at least that's what he told me."

"Well luckily there wasn't anything that could be broken under the two cans." The younger brunette moved back a bit. "I'm going to go, sorry again for.. Well interrupting what you were doing." She bit her lower lip.

"You didn't really interrupt anything." Rachel waved her hand gently; she didn't want to make Marley feel uneasy in the slightest, even if she threw her off balance. "Have a good, rest of your day!" she says.

Marley nodded then turned to leave the apartment to go to her own.

Rachel's smile almost went goofy due to a random reason that she would probably never admit, she shrugged it off then went back to her practicing. While she was working on her routine, her phone starts to ring. Rachel let out a groan as she walked to the phone, picked it up, and answered it.

"Hello?" Rachel asks.

"Rachelah? Hiram speaks out. "Hey, it's one of your dads, although you can probably tell. How is it in the N.Y?" he asks somewhat loudly.

Rachel walks to her counter, leaning against it to grab her water. "It is.. Well, the same as when you called me last month how is it over there?" she asks before taking a sip of her water. "Has Papa LeRoy been drinking that Green Tea I bought him?"

"Yeah he has, and so have I, it's really good." Hiram explains before getting back on track. "Say, how big did you say your apartment was again?"

"It's pretty big, probably the size of the first floor of our house if you had the master bedroom there as well." Rachel looks around for a few moments. "Why?"

"You won't like what I am going to ask you." Hiram expresses. "I need you to do, not only me and Papa a favor, but also.. Your brother."

"W-Why?"

Rachel was waiting at the airport; at the flight number her dads' told her to, not even in a good mood to deal with what she was asked to do. After what seemed to be an eternity, she finally saw a 6 foot 1, short black haired man, sporting makeup that was actually well done, yup, her brother; Elliot. The two siblings looked at each other for a few moments, gave each other a slight nod, then they started walking to Rachel's car to take Elliot to her apartment.. To live with her.

During the drive, Rachel was practically annoyed with traffic as she hated driving in New York, she always preferred walking to where she needed to go, or at the very least take a cab. But she couldn't complain too much, at least she had someone with her on the drive back, even if that someone is laid back in his seat with one foot on the dashboard and his eyes focused on his handheld.

"C'mon, c'mon…" Elliot says while mashing buttons. "Dammit!" he lets out in frustration, almost scaring his big sister. He looks over at Rachel then pursed his lips. "Sorry… I didn't mean to startle you." He says.

Rachel just shakes her head. "No, no. That's exactly what I needed, my 16 year old brother nearly causing me to cause a wreck." She says in the most sarcastic tone of voice she could. "Because there totally isn't enough traffic here in New York, right?"

"Okay… Rachel in bad mood, I can see why I tried to convince dads to not let me go." Elliot puts his handheld back in his bag, and then he looks out the window.

Rachel sighs and keeps her eyes on the road.

"So, like is the pizza in New York the best in the world, or are the people that say that full of shi-"

"Okay, ground rules." Rachel loudly interrupts. "Since we are forced to live together, pretty much… I need to tell you what's good and what's off limits." She explains.

"Alright, what do ya got?"

"Rule number 1.." Rachel again interrupts loudly. "Easy on the language, you may not live with Dad or Papa, but you're still a minor and under my roof, so… I don't care if occasionally you cuss, but don't let it be a habit." She says. "I want you to treat me with at least a little bit of respect; I don't mind opinions but at least be mature about them." She continues, already feeling like one of her parents due to the rules she's making for her brother. "While I am at work, you are to stay home unless I need you for something."

Elliot sighed, feeling a tad like a caged animal. "What if I am hungry, need food, and you're gonna be late for dinner?" he asks. "I mean, I should be allowed to at least get some chips, or a sodie to tie myself over."

"Okay… Fine." Rachel's lack of sleep is making Elliot's words sound… Well… Snarkier than they really are. "Only go out if it's necessary, it's dangerous out here." she says.

"Alrighty…"

Rachel pulls into her parking spot, softly yawning into her mouth after she turns off the car. "Get your bags, and let's go to our… Sweet home."

THIS MIGHT LOOK FAMILIAR!
That's because it is. It's a story that I had done about a year or so ago. But I wanted to revamp it a little bit, and make it a full thing about it. There's gonna be romance, and a good deal of drama. Buckle up!