A/N: This is rather AU but, the plot bunny landed and wouldn't leave. Basically, take Rachel out of season 1 and you've got your cannon. Basically AU on S2 as well (because I've seen like 2 episodes ;) so, read and review at will.

Crazy...

Chapter One

Rachel Berry had been a Star.

The Darling of Broadway.

Then, she'd fallen in love.

That's when she'd been forced into the shackles. She'd been a slave to the Puckerman men for nearly one hundred years, ever since she'd met Isaiah Puckerman in 1918 on Broadway and he'd tricked her into the bottle.

He'd used her up and spat her into the neck of the bottle, trapping her inside using her to secure that his line would always bare a male that they would go on. Consequently, this saw her passed from father to son when the latter came of age.

Nevertheless, in this bottle she sat, year after year, never changing, always at the mercy of the next bastard Isaiah's line had spawned.

His mother was mad at him.

Like the, 'I'm going to make sure you're too busy to even think about sex or enjoy the summer', kind of mad at him.

He did, after all, sleep with his best friend's girl, get said girl pregnant, lie, then move her into their house, then let her leave...although... he was pretty sure what had pissed his mother off most was the fact that she'd not gotten to meet Beth before the tiny babe had been adopted out.

So he was in trouble.

Stuck in the garage, the weekend before school started, ridding the house of the last of Ethan Puckerman's belongings. Things that had escaped his and his mother's attention over the years, from books, to trophies... even his father's old letterman jacket which sat across his lap as he delved into a box labelled For Noah, from Dad.

Dad... just the word sent a surge of anger coursing through him, not just directed at the deadbeat who'd walked out all those years previous, but to himself, for leaving his baby girl, granted; he hadn't wanted to... it didn't stop him feeling like he'd done the same thing his father had done to his family.

This shit sucked.

A small wooden box, not even the size of his hand, caught his eye, reaching down past the guitar picks, bundles of letters and the other odds and ends he wrapped his fingers around it, frowning at the tiny surge of electricity that surged up his arm at contact.

Rachel lay, sprawled on her bed, the impending sense that something, something was about to change bringing a triumphant smile to her lips.

Oh, she was getting out of here, one way or another.

Easing open the box, he frowned at the tiny green and gold class perfume bottle he found therein, perfume, why was his father leaving him a perfume bottle? Hmmm, maybe he could give it to San, get the Puckerone back in her good books... or hell, even his mother, get him out of his mothers imposed jail.

One could only hope.

Lifting the bottle from the box he uncapped it, as he leant down to sniff the contents, a plume of smoke rose up from the bottle, filling the air around him; flinging himself backward he watched as the smoke began to solidify into the form of a teenage girl.

He frowned, had he hit his head at some stage? Inhaled something he wasn't aware of?

"What the fuck are you?" he spluttered as the girl's eyes narrowed at the crassness of his tone, "What. The. Fuck?"

She smiled at him, smiled at him in such a way he almost forgot she was like the smoke monster on Lost...

"My name's Rachel Berry." She said, the 100 watt smile not leaving her lips, "I'm a genie."