A/N: Well hello! Emma is attempting to write fanfiction again after a couple of years. This story is dedicated to my best friend Lia (known on here as .robinson. If you haven't checked out her awesome Tangled fanfiction, you should.) for giving me the plot idea and even helping me figure out some OC's. LOVE YOU!
I do not own Glee. If I did Mark Salling and Jonathan Groff would live in my closet. XD
The pilot announced the planes descent and Rachel settled down in her seat, re-fastening her seatbelt. She stared out of the window as the white mass of clouds melted away and the shape of land became visible. She couldn't deny she was sad to be leaving New York City, it was the place she had dreamed of ending up after all. But this wasn't forever, she had done exactly what she set out to do, and this was a chance she couldn't very well pass up. An oppurtunity to make her name in arguably the second most famous theatre captial in the world.
That's right, Rachel Barbara Berry, the darling of broadway, was going to London.
She smiled to herself, unable to supress her excitement, despite her reluctance to leave. It had been ten years since she had left Mickinley High and Lima in the dust. She and Finn had ended on good terms after they both realised their ideas for the future were so vastly different, any relationship between them was simply unviable. NYU Tisch readily accepted her onto their theatre course, and Rachel spent what she still refers to as the best four years of her life perfecting her already natural talent. She graduated at the top of her class, and then came the real world. She had spent 5 years busting her butt going to auditions and facing rejections, performing in shows that everyone knew would never last under directors who were beyond insufferable. Hell, she even took on work as waitress 'wiping tables with feeling' as she called it, in order to keep a roof over her head.
And then, last year, she found the big break she had been longing for. She landed the lead role of Florence in the broadway revival of the classic musical Chess. No-one could have predicted the runaway success it subsequentely became, affording high praise from the critics, which highlighted Rachel as a talent to be watched. Soon her name became well-known among Broadway circles and her popularity sky-rocketed. And as is the natural progression with popular broadway shows, whispers of a London Production soon became fact and before Rachel knew what was going on, the producers were offering her a six month contract to open the show across the pond and reprise her role as Florence on the West End Stage.
She'd definitely come a long way from the little Ohio town where people had thrown slushies all over her and tormented her for daring to dream big. Where she'd been egged by rival show chiors because her talent posed a threat. She only ever went back to visit her fathers. The friendships of New Directions, were a distant memory, she barely kept in touch with all of them any more, save for Kurt and Blaine, who had moved to New York when she did and had become her support network. Gone were the days of plaid skirts and animal sweaters (well, except for the reindeer one that she just couldn't bear to part with, much to Kurt's dismay.), replaced with a more grown up fashion sense. Gone was the high school girl that fawned over Finn Hudson and fought over glee club solos. Ten years on, a professional, independent, confident woman stood in her place.
The plane continued to descend towards the land beneath it, a vague network of roads becoming recognisable, the red moving dots becoming buses and office buildings gradually going larger. Finally the plane hit the runway with a bump and Rachel's smiled widened. It definitely wasn't New York, but it was going to be home for the next six months.
A/N: I know, a slightly short and boring start, but scene-setting is a necessary evil I'm afraid! Next chapter will be longer and more interesting I promise. I might even introduce y'all to some of our OC's ;) REVIEWS AND ALERTS WILL GET YOU COOKIES! 3