I was watching Funk, and it was the bit where rachel tells Shelby that thing about her dads bringing her a glass of water when she was sad, and how it meant she couldn't tell if she was sad or thirsty, and this idea just came into my head.

I've been washing up at work for 3 straight hours, i'm taking a break from my main story, and 'im going to wicked and camden market all in the same week. Does life get better than this? I feel huge amounts of love to everyone, espeacially green skinned witches :)

First glee fic :) Please excuse the fluffy-ness.

btw who else loved the finale on monday?

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You're five, bursting through the screen door to the kitchen in a flood of tears, and daddy is at the table sipping black coffee.

"Rache, honey, what's the matter?"

By now, your clinging to his leg, which sort of muffles your words, and anyway, its harder to be understood when your crying and hiccuping but you do your best anyway.

"S-Sarah's mommy said i wasn't a-allowed to play with Sarah and Joseph anymore-"

You don't understand why she was so angry: no one was doing anything wrong.

It was such a hot day, you and Sarah gave up on hopscotch after twenty minutes, and went up to Sarahs bedroom to play with her dollhouse (which has better furniture than yours, but yours is pink and yellow, which means its the envy of every five year old girl within a ten mile radius).

Joseph asked if he could play, even though he's a boy, and a year older than you and Sarah, and you said yes, and anyway, it was HIS idea, not yours: the mommy doll was missing, so he said you should just have two daddies, instead, just like you have.

The game had only been going on for a few minutes, and it hadn't even had a chance to get noisy yet- you all wonderd why Mrs Lefkowitz stared for so long at the two daddy dolls in Josephs hands like he'd done something really bad, before striding across the room and slapping the dolls from her sons hands.

You were too afraid to cry when she seized your arm and marched you out of the room and out of the front door, muttering furiously about "evil influences" and "mortal sins" and "i'll be damned if you turn my son into one of THEM".

You didn't understand much of what she said, except that "them" meant your daddies. And when she orderd you to stay away from Joseph and Sarah in the future- you understood that too...

Daddy scoops you into his lap while you're still trying to explain, and his eyes are sadder than you've ever seen them.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. It's not your fault"

"Why was she so angry? We've played in Sarahs room before-"

"I know"

"Then why-"

"I can't explain it to you right now, baby. I have to... Later on, when you're older, you'll be able to understand better"

"Like when i'm in second grade?"

Second grade is the pinnacle of adulthood, and the door to the second grade classroom represents all that is grown up (espeacially since you've heard you actually get to sing real songs and not just the stupid nursery rhymes they make you sing in kindergarten.)

"Maybe when you're in second grade..."

"Can i still play with Sarah?" You're expecting that he'll say yes right away.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, sweetheart"

You feel yourself starting to cry again. Sarah's your best friend EVER; you've slept over at each others houses, and one time she lost a tooth while she was playing on your swing.

"But Daddy-"

"I'm sorry, honey." His voice is different. Like its caught in his throat. "I'm so sorry. Some people...it's better not to be around them. And Mrs Leftkowitz is one of them. I just wish it hadn't like this..."

His voice trails off, and he hugs you tight as you cry and cry...although somehow you know that crying will not change a thing.

Later on, Dad comes home, and fixes you a drink of water in a tall pink glass, with ice cubes and a tiny paper umbrella, and they let you stay up late to watch Beauty and the Beast on tv.

Sarah doesn't talk to you for the rest of the summer. Joseph smiles at you when you see him at school, and then a month later, you see a for sale sign being pounded into their lawn.

You don't know where they move to.

That night, you shut your dollshouse into your wardrobe and refuse to play with it again.

If you and Sarah had stayed playing hopscotch, none of this would've happend.