Just to let everyone know I do not own these characters and we all know who does. So yeah enough said. I hope you all enjoy reading this. This fanfic may or may not get angsty but I do know that it is going to be very Faberry and a lil other pairings here and there.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Jeremiah Berry started to run for the stairs once he heard his daughters scream from upstairs. He swung open the door and saw his 16yr old daughter pounding away on her keyboard posting something on Myspace from what he could tell from his vantage point. "What's wrong honey?"
"What's wrong!" Rachel turned and just noticed that her dad was in her room. "Look at this! This utter slanderous magazine, I have the right mind to call up the ACLU and have them go down to their office and have a stern conversation about ruining ones reputation."
"What are you talking about honey?" Jeremiah walked over to his daughter and looked over her shoulder to the computer screen and what his eyes met up with was a picture of his daughter and a title that said "Teenage Fashion Disaster". "When did this picture get taken?"
"A few days ago at school, Ms. Sylvester called up the local magazine to do an article on her Cheerios and this photographer said he was doing an additional article too about high school students and he wanted to take my picture. And now look! Look what he did to me! Fashion Disaster!" Rachel was yet again typing away.
Jeremiah didn't want to really make a comment on what was posted about his daughter. He did know that she didn't dress as other girls did that were her age and had to admit that he was a little happy about this because some of the outfits were a little to be desired. But he did know that she dressed a little juvenile. "Well honey, if it bothers you that much than daddy and I can take you to the mall this weekend to buy some new clothes. It has been awhile."
"I just don't see why I should change and buy new clothes when my wardrobe is perfectly acceptable. There is nothing vulgar about it." Rachel didn't want to have to change, her clothes were apart of who she was.
"But honey you just need to know this is what comes with your decisions." He saw that his daughter was about to say something so he raised his hand to stop her before she began. "I am not saying that you need to please other people because you and I both know that how your daddy and I live is far from pleasing to the masses. But it wouldn't hurt to update your wardrobe. You know that daddy has been wanting to take you shopping for new clothes since your freshman year of high school."
He didn't expect to see that his daughter would be crying. He had rarely seen her shed tears, of course she could be a lil' drama queen but she didn't cry.
"Why does everyone hate me? Why do they judge me? I don't judge them, I mean I may tell someone that they are a little sharp in glee practice but that's only to help them." Rachel's shoulders were shaking.
"Rachel honey look at me." Jeremiah lifted his daughter's chin and looked her in the eyes. "You-Are-Loved. Your daddy and I love you so much, you are our world. And not everyone at your school hates you. Aren't your fellow glee members your friends?"
Rachel didn't want to tell her dad that even her fellow gleeks didn't really care for her too much. They pretty much just put up with her. But she could see that her dad was starting to hurt just as much or maybe a lil more so than herself and she couldn't let that happen. "Yes dad perhaps you are correct. I just need to collect my thoughts and maybe calm down with a cup of your famous herbal tea." She gave her dad her best smile that she could possibly muster under the present circumstances.
"Rachel I don't expect for you to be okay right away with what just happened. I just want you to know that you are loved. And if you ever need someone to talk to you know that your daddy and I are here for you. Always-"
"And Forever, I know dad. I love you too." Rachel gave a little smile and kissed her dad on the cheek. "The picture isn't so bad and the article really is poorly written. I wonder how the editor even let this slip past him or her. It just speaks a lot about the magazine in itself."
"That's my little étoile." With a kiss to her forehead Jeremiah felt a little better and went downstairs to make some tea.
Rachel watched as her dad exited her room and turned back to gaze at her screen once more. She knew that she shouldn't let this little article bother her so much. But it wasn't just the article. It was the constant taunting and slushies that were thrown her way ever since day one of high school when one Quinn Fabray called her a fashion freak and tossed a cherry slushie all over her. As the weeks went by fashion was dropped and soon it was just freak, followed by new names like Man-Hands and RuPaul. And frankly she was getting tired of it, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to change her style.
She got up and walked to her closet doors opening them and turning on the light. "Maybe it is time for a change, and not just my clothes. Oh no. I swear on my stack of Barbara Streisand albums I will become what everyone has wanted me to be, what society has been driving down our own throats. I am going to be-" Suddenly her phone started to ring and the song Popular from Wicked started to play. Rachel took this as a sign from the Broadway gods and as her eyes glanced at her caller id her smile grew even more. "Why hello Kurt. I am glad you called I have a project for you."
"Really? I really don't want to rehearse anymore for sectionals."
" No it's has nothing to do with glee."
"So what do you need my help for?"
" Kurt, I Rachel Barbara Berry need you to take me to the mall." Rachel could have sworn she heard something fall on the other end. "Kurt are you still there? Kurt?"
"I'm on my way." Click
Rachel saw and heard the hang up and took a deep breath. "And so it begins."
I hope guys enjoy this first installment of this new story that I am working on. Reviews do help me in wanting to actually to write more.
