I've never written faberry fic before, nor have I even written fic itself in a while, so I have no idea where this came from. but it sat there in my brain all day begging to be written, so here we are.

it's un-beta'd and probably terrible, but whatever.

disclaimer: if faberry or glee belonged to me everything would be amazing and wonderful and there would be rainbows everywhere. alas, they do not. also, the title comes from the title of a piano piece by Yiruma called 'River Flows in You'

You're six the first time you see her, all long blonde hair and a glint in her pretty green eyes and a slightly crooked smile, and all you can think is that she must be the prettiest little girl you've ever seen.

So you put on your most dazzling smile, which even with a few missing teeth was pretty amazing, and you walk up to her and you put out your hand like your daddies taught you and you say,

"Hello, my name is Rachel Barbra Berry. Someday I'm going to be a Broadway star. Would you like to be my friend?"

And she stares at you for a moment, her smile fading, as she glances around as though making sure no one's seen you speak to her, then looks back at you and whispers with slight disappointment in her voice,

"I'm sorry, my daddy says I'm not allowed to talk to you, 'cause you have two daddies and he says that's a sin."

All you can do is stare, your smile not even wavering, as you process what she's telling you. You're not blind or deaf, you see the way people glare at your daddies at the grocery store, the way they whisper to each other as you walk by. You know that not everyone approves of them, though why you're not sure. But you've never had someone outright tell you that they're not allowed to be around you because of them. It hurts more than you would've thought it would, but it makes you mad more than anything else.

So, you being so very you even at such a young age, you keep your smile firmly in place, nod, and with the most conviction a six year old can muster,

"Oh. Well, that's silly. Your daddy is stupid, and I hope you tell him I said that. Good day."

And with that you have you very first diva storm off.

Later that night, as you're drifting off to a sleep that will be filled with stars and stages and for the first time little blonde girls with sad eyes, you realize that you never even found out her name.

so this is supposed to be multi-chapter, and i'm just gonna warn everyone right now will probably be sad(with happiness too, though). i'll have to see if inspiration continues to strike, though, otherwise this may just remain a silly little oneshot.

also, as you saw, i sort of ignored the whole lucy caboosey thing.

thoughts? reviews give me life, and if i live to see another day then perhaps i'll write more.

-batgirl67