Louboutins in Lima
A/N: So, I guess I completely lied when I said I wouldn't get around to this story for a while. Sue me.
Two notes about this story: One, I always wondered why Hiram and Leroy didn't move Rachel to New York to help her fulfill her dreams even as they were doing so many other things for her, so in this story they did. So, no Glee never had Rachel and Rachel never had the Glee club. Two, Hiram and Leroy Berry were friends with Carole and Christopher Hudson before they moved to New York.
Don't own Glee, just playing with it, thrice.
Crude language and extreme wordiness ahead. Ye Be Warned.
"Next up on TMZ we have the young Broadway diva Rachel Berry giving a surprise to a group of her most favorite people, the paparazzi. This user submitted video was taken this morning, the day after she attended and performed at the Tony Awards."
A grainy video shows a stylishly dressed, but clearly hung-over, Rachel Berry stumbling into a 7-Eleven. The video speeds up and Rachel is next seen slowly walking out of the store greedily drinking a cup of coffee while carrying a large Slurpee in the other hand. She pauses to pose for the photographers who have gathered around the entrance. She smiles brightly as the cameras go off and moves her arms around in different poses. The photographers in the back of the crowd push their way forward which causes one of the ones in the front to bump into Rachel. The smile falls off her face.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry, Ms. Berry. It was an accident."
A dangerous looking smirk appears on Rachel's face. Rachel throws the Slurpee at the photographer, covering him in the orange drink.
"Oops, it was an accident."
The photographer wipes his face off and then tries to clean off his camera as best he can as the rest of the photographers stare at Rachel.
"What's everyone looking at? Are you going to do something about it? Oh that's right," She flashed a smile, "I'm a Broadway star, you're supposed to be looking at me and you won't do anything about it."
The grainy version of Rachel begins to walk away and is paused in mid-step.
A middle aged African-American male placed the remote control he was holding down on his living room table and pursed his lips. He turned his head towards the door when he heard it open and close.
"Hey, Leroy."
"Hello Hiram. Welcome home."
"Is something wrong? You seem upset."
Leroy sighed and patted the seat next to him.
"Come sit down next to me, I want to show you something."
"Can I change first?"
"Yes, it would probably be better if you were comfortable for this."
Hiram left the room for a few minutes before returning in a more comfortable outfit and sitting down next to his husband. Leroy grabbed the remote control, rewound the DVR to the correct time, and started the video again. When it finished Hiram grabbed Leroy's hand and looked over at him.
"What was that?"
"I don't know."
"Please tell me that was a fake."
"Hiram, we've heard the rumors so we both know that it's not."
They both paused the conversation as they thought about things.
"Hiram, what are we going to do about this?"
"I don't know. I just want my little Rachel back."
"I do too, but we both know that it's not just going to happen. We need to do something."
"Like what?"
Leroy dropped his head in thought for a few moments and then raised it.
"We need to stage an intervention. We need to get our Rachel back."
"How?"
"First we call Jessica."
Leroy picked up his iPhone and scrolled through his list of contacts before finding the right one. He brought the phone up to his ear and waited for the other person to pick up.
"Hello Jessica, it's Leroy."
"Leroy! How are you and what can I do for you today?"
"I'm fine. I just need to talk with you."
He heard her sigh. "TMZ right?"
"Yes, I assume you've seen the video?"
"I have and I'm taking care of it. You and Leroy don't have to worry about a thing."
"We're not worrying about you doing your part. We both know you're one of the best in the business but we're worried about Rachel."
"There's nothing to worry about she's just going through a wild phase. Everyone does it."
"No, Jessica. You've been her agent since she was seven so you've seen firsthand how she's changed. I didn't recognize the Rachel I saw on TV, that is not the little girl Hiram and I raised."
Leroy heard nothing for a few moments except Jessica's slow breathing.
"You're right, she has been getting worse and worse."
"I think we need to stage an intervention of some sort."
"You want to ship Rachel off to LA or Hawaii? Or stick her in a center here?"
Leroy laughed sadly. "No, not Hawaii, LA, or New York. I think something more, ah, intimate is in order and I've got somewhere special in mind."
"Intimate eh? Hmm, should I begin the prep work to pull Rachel from her show?"
"Yes, I need to you to begin preparations for Rachel to take some time off her show as soon as possible. I'll let you know the details as soon as I figure the rest of them out."
"I'll write up something for the press as well."
"See, this is why you're the best in the business."
Leroy heard her chuckle for a moment.
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"No, don't tell Rachel. I'll do that."
"Okay. I'll get things started."
"Goodbye Jessica."
"Bye Leroy."
Leroy hung up the phone and looked through her contact list again for a new name.
"Now who are you calling?"
Leroy winked and smiled at Hiram before he brought the phone to his ear again.
"Hello Carole."
Hiram's eyes widened in surprise.
"I have a large favor to ask of you."
A/N 2: As you can see, Rachel will be extremely OOC, especially around the start of the story. We'll see signs of the Rachel we know and love as the story goes along but she'll never be the same person as she is on Glee.
A note to the people who have read my previous multi-chapter story. Danny Boyle has said that the first film you make will always be your best and you're always trying to get back to that point. After writing two stories and starting this third one, I understand where he's coming from. I know that this story won't be as epic as or as good as Those Days because I no longer feel that sense of urgency to get it out. I guess that's the difference between needing and wanting to write a story. Hopefully, I can approach the quality I had but I can't guarantee anything since in no way will this story be original. If you squint a little you'll see that this story will have your generic rom-com storyline. This also means I will be much slower with updates on this story. Sorry, no 6,000+ word chapters every four days.
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