Chibi-Kari: Everyone that's read my past stories, thanks for keeping with me! Anyone joining in on this one...enjoy the ride! This is a future fic...and Beth will me taking a front role along with Jesse and Rachel. Enjoy and feedback helps me more than you will ever know! I don't own...

Wishes

Taking Chances

It was one of those moments in life where it just wasn't what you expected. Beth Corcoran couldn't help but shake her head slightly as she looked around the living room she found herself sitting in. If she was to be honest with herself she felt a mixture between disappointment and excitement. She was going to meet her sister. Granted, she hadn't even known she had a sister until she did a little digging. Her mother never talked about Rachel, but Beth could feel the connection from the moment she found the birth certificate. Maybe she wouldn't have normally been this bold…coming out to New York all on her own without telling anyone to find a sister that may or may not know about her. But here she was, mostly because she had another fight with her mother. She needed someone that would back her up. Someone she could look up to. Someone amazing. And after a little research she realized her sister was just that person. Rachel Berry. Broadway up and coming artist. Currently Eponine in Les Mis. She came out to New York right after high school and landed the role of Wendla in the revival of Spring Awakening. She was amazing and Beth wanted to know her. She was everything Beth could wish for. After a full night of reading about her sister online and finding out where she lived she hopped on the Grey Hound and made her way out to New York. Her mother was well aware she was missing by now, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

So here she was sitting on a couch, surrounded by beer bottles, after breaking into her sister's apartment. Well, if she was honest, she just walked through the front door that was ajar…but breaking in sounded cooler. She glanced around again. She hadn't seen her sister yet and wasn't sure if she should continue to sit there and hope she wandered out of one of the rooms or if she should call out to her. Maybe Rachel was asleep already…it seemed she had a good party. Beth had made it into the building because of some of these party goers. Beautiful people in beautiful dresses. They looked so sophisticated, but stank like alcohol. It was one another one of those moments where the reality was different than the façade.

"What the hell?" A slightly shocked voice startled Beth, but she couldn't seem to stop the glee that bubbled up at the thought of her sister standing behind her.

In a swift movement Beth stood and turned. Her sister was standing there looking every bit the beautiful 26 year old she was, even if she was standing there in nothing but a black slip while barefoot. Beth was ecstatic. She could picture them chatting. Sharing experiences about boys. Being happy. That's what she wanted. She wanted to go visit her amazing sister every summer.

She took a deep breath. Her sister had yet to move and Beth suddenly realized that she might not know who she was. She had to admit it would be a little weird to walk out into your living room to find a blonde ten year old girl sitting there. "Hi. I'm so glad to finally meet you. I'm Beth-"

Rachel raised her hand to cut her off, "I know who you are."

Beth's eyes widened and a smile broke out across her face. Her sister knew her! It was a dream come true. "You know who I am?"

Rachel shook her head slightly, "How can I not? What are you doing here?" She glanced behind her towards the door, "Where's your mother?"

Beth's smile fell slightly. Your mother. That wasn't what she had thought she would hear. Our mother seemed like the obvious choice. Maybe she didn't realize who she was, "Mom is still in Ohio."

Rachel's eyes narrowed, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to get to know my sister. Mom knows I'm here. Don't worry." Beth lied and hoped her sister wouldn't catch it.

"You came out to New York yourself?" There was slight disbelief and a little anger. This wasn't how Beth imagined it at all.

"I've been out here before to visit my uncle." That wasn't a lie quite a lie...she had been out here once. Actually, she had been out here two weeks before with her mother. Summer break had barely begun and she'd come out to New York twice now…it was a dream come true.

Rachel nodded slightly before walking over to the table next to the couch. She grabbed the phone from the cradle before holding it out to Beth, "Call your uncle."

"What?" Beth was flabbergasted. Where was the hugging and the crying? Where was the happiness that she expected when she came here.

"Call your uncle and have him pick you up." Rachel's voice was firm and slightly detached.

Beth felt like crying. This wasn't what she wanted at all. This wasn't what she had pictured. "Why? I thought I could stay here with you. We're sisters."

Rachel scoffed slightly. "I didn't ask you to come out here. You can't just expect me to accommodate you no matter how everyone else treats you. Trust me when I say I don't care. We aren't sisters. We aren't related by blood. We aren't related by family. Call your uncle and then head home or whatever you want to do just don't come back here." She paused for a moment before thrusting the phone at Beth, "You can stay here until he picks you up." It was more of an after thought, but it was enough to give Beth hope. She obviously cared about her...or her safety at least.

"We have the same mother." Beth grasped on to the fact blindly. Yes it was true that they weren't blood related. Her mother never told her who her real parents were. She said it didn't matter and it was who loved and raised you that counted. But Beth always wondered. Looking at Rachel it was obvious that she was a Corcoran. Rachel was practically the mirror image of her mother. A bit more slender and shorter, but just as beautiful…maybe more.

Rachel laughed slightly before turning around and moving back towards the room she had exited minutes before, "No we don't. Shelby gave birth to me, but was never my mother. God, you're just like your real mother. Entitled. Don't forget to lock the door behind you."

With a click Beth was abandoned in the small living room. A few things hit her at once. First, Rachel seemed to want to have nothing to do with her. Second, their mother seemed to have abandoned her amazing sister. And third, Rachel knew her real parents…or at least one of them. If there was one thing she was sure of, Beth knew she wouldn't be leaving Rachel alone now.

With a gulp she looked down at the phone in her hands. She'd have to call her uncle. She needed a place to stay. Of course then her mother would find out where she was. Beth took a deep breath before dialing. It rang several times and Beth vainly hoped that he wasn't home. He was 28 and it was possible that he was gallivanting the town. It wasn't like Rachel would kick her out on the street if she couldn't reach him…or at least she hoped Rachel wouldn't.

On the sixth ring a sleepy voice came through the phone, "This better be good. I need my seven hours of sleep a night."

"Uncle Jesse?" Beth was shocked at the sound of her own voice. She touched her face in shock. She hadn't realized she was crying.

"Beth?" He sounded wide awake now and slightly confused.

"I need you to come and pick me up." She was suddenly tired and found herself collapsing on the couch. This wasn't right. None of this was right. She didn't want an angry sister that didn't want her. She didn't want to go back to Ohio.

"Sweetie, I can't just drive out to Ohio right now." He sounded worried now and Beth couldn't blame him. She was having trouble controlling her breathing and could only imagine what it sounded like to him on the phone.

"I'm in New York."

The phone was silent for a moment before her uncle snarled at her, "You're what?"

Beth flinched slightly. She'd never heard this tone before and she really hoped she wouldn't hear it again. "I'm in New York and I need you to come and get me."

"Where the hell are you?"

Beth quickly gave the address to her sister's apartment. She didn't give any details to why she was there or who lived there. Beth couldn't be sure her uncle even knew Rachel existed. If her mother hadn't been involved in her life chances were that her uncle wasn't aware of her. She really didn't want to get into that over the phone. When he got here…well that was something else entirely.

"Are you safe?" Beth sighed slightly as her uncle's tone changed.

"Yeah." She couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I'll be there in twenty. Hold tight for me." She found herself nodding as the phone went dead.

She set the phone down lightly on the table before collapsing forward resting her elbows on her thighs. She just couldn't understand why Rachel didn't want her. It wasn't fair. She could only hope that her uncle would let her stay with him for awhile while she tried to start a relationship with Rachel. She could do anything when she set her mind to it. She just needed to wear Rachel down.

Beth wasn't sure how long she sat there before a low buzzing broke her out of her stupor. It didn't take a genius to figure out that that was Uncle Jesse. She looked back at the still closed door and wondered if her sister was standing just on the other side waiting for her to leave. She picked up the small phone near the front door. "Yes?"

"Beth. I'm downstairs." Her uncle sounded tired and she immediately felt bad.

"I'll be right down." She hung up the phone and looked around the littered living room.

She stood silent for a moment mentally begging her sister to come out of the room. There was hope if Rachel came out to walk her down. She jumped slightly as she saw the door open. Her excitement quickly faded as a medium sized man came out. He had a pair of kaki pants on and a red sweater. Beth swallowed a snide comment that it clashed with his red hair. She didn't want to risk estranging her sister even more.

"I'll walk you out." His voice was low and smooth and for a moment Beth saw why he was in the room with her sister. He was debonair...besides his questionable sweater. He suited Rachel.

She nodded slightly as he came forward and opened the door for her. The trip in the elevator was silent and Beth tried to hide the hurt that her sister didn't come out with them. That she didn't say goodbye. Walking through the lobby was the longest part of the journey. She had to stop herself from running the last feet when she caught sight of her uncle through the window.

Beth could see him physically relax as he saw her come towards him followed by the nameless man. She let out a breath when they finally reached the door.

She quickly hugged her uncle before turning around, "Thank you for walking me down."

He nodded slightly. He looked conflicted and Beth started to wonder if he was going to say anything, "Don't take what happened personally." His voice sounded unsure and he glanced back towards the elevators, "Really, it isn't anything against you. Just don't come back here. You aren't going to get a different response and it will only make things worse." He turned quickly and the door shut behind him with a finality that Beth didn't think she wanted to realize.

"Who was that?" Her uncle's voice was smooth as he looked hard at the man that had just walked away. Beth knew the tone. It was the one he used when he was hiding how he felt and was unsure about the results of a situation.

"I don't know." She shrugged lightly and turned to the street, easily spotting his car pulled up to the curb in a no parking zone.

"Beth." His tone was low now. Her mother called it his no bull shit tone. It was something he developed his first year at college…or at least that was what her mother said.

She sighed heavily. She couldn't really just not tell him. He could easily find out...google helped her find Rachel without an address. With the click of a button her uncle could know, too. And it wasn't like she really was going to leave the situation alone and she would need her uncle's support. "I was visiting my sister."

He was silent a moment and Beth could picture the sentences he was forming in his head. She just wasn't sure which he would go with. She imagined it would be something like: I didn't know you had a sister. It wasn't like he would know. He wasn't actually her biological uncle; he was a student that her mother had taught years ago and they had stayed close. So she was expecting confusion. What came out of his mouth wasn't what she was expecting at all, "Rachel lives there?"