Hello my fabulous readers!
Here I am with another fanfic!
This one is based off of a Finchel Prompt I saw on tumblr, and I thought it would be fun to write!
I don't own glee, I don't claim to own glee, and I'll never own glee. –Or the characters.
This first chapter might not seem so great, but it's just setting everything up. It will be short and not too exciting, but I promise it will get better and much more exciting.
Now, on to the story!
What is this? The seventh century? Or is this just some alternate universe where my dads don't care about me anymore. Where all they want is money, because that is exactly what is happening here.
My name is Rachel Berry, and I've spent my whole life living with my two fathers in a small town called Lima, Ohio. We had a decent sized house, and terrific neighbors, but my life was far from wonderful. My fathers spent the majority of my childhood working, so they were never really around. I was always in second place to their careers, and I basically had to raise myself. I've always been extremely loyal to my father's simply because they are my fathers. I knew that it was important to respect adults, and I always treated them well. If they needed something done, I'd do it without question, and when they were home life was great. We would play games during the weeks they weren't away on some business trip and we would get along great. However, as soon as the phone started ringing, I knew the fun was over and I'd be spending the next couple of weeks on my own, only to be visited by Olivia, the nanny they hired.
Olivia wasn't exactly the best nanny in the world. She just came to eat, sleep, and make sure I wasn't dead. Sometimes she would invite a lot of her friends over and have a party during the weekends my fathers were away.
Once I turned 16 and obtained my driver's license, my fathers cancelled Olivia's services seeing as I was able to stay by myself. They also figured that because I could stay by myself, that also meant they could travel more and more, which greatly decreased the time I saw them. Our time together went from two to three weeks every month to one week. Every now and then an entire month would pass before I saw them.
Almost two years has gone by since then, and I am almost 18 years old. On any "normal" occasion I'd be thrilled that I was almost to adulthood and could finally be free of my lonely childhood. Unfortunately, my fathers recently received an offer that, in their words, they couldn't pass up.
It was an offer promising that all of their dreams would come true. They would be promoted, earn a pay raise, and be on their way to becoming the best lawyers in the United States. Remember how I mentioned that their careers always came before me? Well, the catch to accepting their offer involved me.
The person who made the offer for my dads had a nephew. The nephew was apparently a good guy, but his family always dreamed of him marrying the perfect woman. Somehow, the mother of the boy found out the Berry's had a daughter and she grew an instant liking to the daughter: me. So, she had her brother make an unforgettable offer to the Berry's in exchange for an arranged marriage between the nephew and myself.
I know, I'm almost 18! Logically in a few months I should be able to escape this terrible agreement and flee the country or something along those lines, but that isn't possible when there is a contract involved. Like I said, I've always been extremely loyal to my fathers so when they randomly returned home and asked me to sign a piece of paper, I did. Little did I know that my signature would sell me away to a man I've never met.
I was shipped out of my house to another that was across town. A taxi picked me up and drove me to the small town house that my future husband and I would later be sharing. The house was already payee for and furnished, which I'm guessing was part of the deal. I met my fathers inside the house, who were standing in the foyer, waiting for my arrival.
"Rachel, darling," my dad (Hiram) began, "come here!" He gave me a small hug, and I wasn't sure if it was genuine or some sort of apology for the situation. "Would you like us to give you a tour?"
"Umm, sure," I replied slowly, a bit skeptical of their intense stares.
"Right this way, cupcake," my daddy (Leroy) said, walking us into the family room. "Here is the main family room." Two small couches lined the back wall, and faced the rather large television set on the opposite end of the room. A large DVD case was against a wall, and I skimmed through the collection. It ranged from Broadway classics to action movies most men would enjoy. Several paintings lined the walls so decorate the room and a stone fireplace was stationed in the corner to finish off the room.
We went through the kitchen, two bathrooms, pantry, dining room, laundry room, storage room, and finally the bedroom. The only bedroom. The large queen sized bed was centered against one wall, and two different wardrobes were on either side. Another bathroom was attached to the room, and it contained a double sink, a large bath/shower, and a toilet in the far side of the small room. I walled back into the bedroom and looked at my fathers.
"This is the only bedroom? The only bed?" I asked them.
"Well of course darling," Daddy replied. "You'll be a married couple. Isn't this what a newly married couple would want? It looks just like the first home your father and I shared."
It's nice for a newly wed couple that's known each other for years!
"Dads, I-"
"Rachel," Dad cut me off. "You know how important this offer is to us. We've met this boy and I promise he is a gentleman. You'll love him."
I looked at my dad's pleading eyes and gave in. "All right. When do I get to meet him?"
"Oh," Daddy said exchanging glances with my Dad. "That's another part of the arrangement."
"What?" I asked, wishing they'd spit it out.
"You won't be meeting him until the day of the wedding," Dad finished for Daddy.
"What!" I exclaimed. "First I have to have an arranged marriage, and now I can't even know the guy? What's if he's a murderer, or a drug dealer, or something even worse?"
"Rachel, like I said, we've already met him and he's a terrific young man," Dad assured me.
"We love you Rachel, and we only want the best for you," Daddy said. "And in our opinion, this boy is the best for you."
Dad gave me a pat on the back. "Everything is going to be okay, Rachel. You'll see."
"Get some rest, you've got a big day tomorrow," Daddy said as he and my dad walked towards the front door.
"Wait, what's tomorrow?" I asked them before they left.
"Rachel, you still have to buy a wedding dress, flowers, color scheme, and everything!" Daddy told me.
"We'll see you soon!" Dad called back as the two men exited the house.
I groaned once they shut the door and sat down on a couch in the family room. I glanced around the empty and quiet room. Now what?
Yeah, I know that probably wasn't the best chapter but it will get a lot better, I promise.
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