A/N: This is my first story that's not a one-shot so I hope it's okay.

This is set in 2019 so both Quinn (Charlie) and Rachel are adults of 25. Quinn never had Beth but Karma's a bitch so now she has Alicia.

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own glee. If I did, there wouldn't be so much change in relationship status. Also, serious issues would be dealt with properly.

I hope you enjoy :)


"Come on Liss, it's time to go if you want to see the show." The twenty-five year old blonde called up the stairs to her daughter. They were going to see the five year old's first show and the small girl was so excited she could barely contain herself. Soon enough, the mother heard the tell-tale sound of her daughter's footsteps as Alicia ran down the stairs. "Don't fall, sweetie, we don't want to visit the hospital theatre instead of the performance theatre" The concern on her face vanished when she heard her little girl giggle.

"Don't be silly mummy; I'm not clumsy like you. I'm not the one who walked into a lamppost." The small blonde retaliated.

"Hey, you know that hurt" Charlie feigned hurt. "Whoops?" She replied with a shrug and a smile. "Anyway, you managed to stub your toe on the blanket box yesterday."

"That's because it was dark."

"Yeah, yeah. Put your shoes on and we'll go to catch the tube. You're ready?" with a nod of confirmation, the hazel eyed woman carried on. "We're off then. Do you want a piggy back to the station, sweetie?"

Once again, she smiled and her daughter's giggle and enthusiastic "Yes please Mummy! Let's go!" With that, they were off to see the Sound of Music.

XoooOoooX

"Muuummmyyyyyy?" Alicia dragged the word out as long as she possibly could.

Charlie knew that tone. Her daughter wanted something and she wasn't going to give in until she got it. "Yes, sweetie?" Charlie played the oblivious card.

"Please, please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top, can I have some sweeties?" Alicia pleaded with her mother.

"Sweeties, sweetie? Are you sure?"

"Yes Mummy! Pleeeaaasssseeee?"

As hard as she tried, Charlie could not ignore the adorable pout on her daughter's face. No-one with a heart could say no to that face. "Alright then. Do you want, let's see….. Errrmmm, there's skittles or star bursts. Which do you want, my little princess?"

"Both!" having receiving a raised eyebrow from her mother, the small blonde quickly altered her choice. "Skittles please Mummy"

"That's better. Come on, we'll get you some skittles…. If you share them with me. You know how much I like the purple and red ones. Then we'll go to our seats."

"Of course I'll share them!" Alicia replied indignantly. "You're my clumsy Mummy. Just don't eat all the purple ones. They're my favourite." Then she added "Can we get a programme too? It is the first show I've been to and it will be a prize possession to have when I'm on the West End."

"Of course sweetie. I will get a ticket for your first show though, won't I?"

"Of course you'll be there. You'll have a front row seat."

XoooOoooX

"When's it going to start?"

"In a minute sweetie."

""It's been a minute. Why hasn't it started yet?"

"Just be patient, Liss. It'll be on soon."

"Mummy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"I need the toilet."

"You've just been"

"Oh yeah."

"Can I have a drink?"

"It's in your hand"

"Oh. Whoops."

"Did you know pigs can't look up at the sky?"

"No, sweetie I didn't."

"And did you know that the word "queue" is the only word in the English language that still sounds the same way when the last four letters are removed?"

"Oh yeah. I hadn't noticed."

"Also, slugs have four noses. As well as 3000 teeth!"

"Oh, wow." Charlie paused and with an afterthought added "That's enough facts for today now sweetie."

"Okay."

"When's it going to start?"

"Soon, sweetie. Please, please be patie- It's starting now, sweetie, don't sing too loud."

"I won't. Be quiet now Mummy."

Charlie chuckled at her daughter's bossiness. Her daughter was a little Diva.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!" Alicia shushed her Mother.

"Sorry sweetie."

XoooOoooX

The curtains were up and Rachel felt the same thrill she did while on Broadway. This was her dream, performing in front of people, sharing her talent. She walked on the stage in her nun costume, minus the wimple. There was a backdrop of Salzburg with the hills behind her. She never felt this way about anything else. With a single spin on stage she opened her mouth to sing.

The hills are alive with the sound of music

She took in all the people with wonderment written right across their faces. Especially a young blonde girl who was sat on the front row with someone, Rachel assumed to be the girl's mother, holding her hand. It looked as though if the Mother was to let go, the girl would join her up on stage and sing along with her. Rachel wasn't against a good old duet.

With songs they have sung, for a thousand years

The woman with the girl, Rachel was sure she recognised her from somewhere.

The hills fill my heart with the sound of music

She just couldn't place who it was. Rachel knew that she had seen the woman before. Perhaps she was a fan. No, that wasn't it. She just couldn't quite remember who she was. Putting her thoughts aside, she carried on singing.

My heart wants to sing every song it hears….

XoooOoooX

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees

"Oh my god. It's not her. It can't be. She's in America still. In New York." Charlie breathed out, trying to reassure herself that the woman on stage wasn't Rachel Berry from high school.

"Shhh, Mummy, she's singing."

"Sorry sweetie." No it wasn't Rachel. It couldn't be. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Surely there were other people that sounded and looked the same as her. With so many people in the world, there has to be some similarities between people.

XoooOoooX

"Thank you so, so, so much Mummy! That was the best birthday EVER! I loved it! They were amazing singers! I could've been Gretel though. I love you Mummy, thank you so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so much!" Alicia's words fell out of her mouth, tumbling and tripping over each other like a stream over pebbles in a grassy ravine.

"Yes you could, sweetie. I love you too. Hold my hand while we- Alicia, sweetie, wait for Mummy. Sweetie? Alicia?" Charlie's voice grew more and more panicked by each word. "Excuse me. Please can I- Thank you. Excuse me. Sweetie? Alicia?" She weaved her way through the crowd, trying to find her daughter, calling out for her every few seconds. I knew that wasn't a good idea. I should've kept holding onto her hand. Charlie looked all around for her daughter. In the toilets. Back where they were sat. Outside. The show had finished half an hour ago. Granted, they had been sat until the last possible moment, but that didn't help. Alicia wasn't anywhere to be found. She asked passers-by if they had seen a blonde five year old girl in a flowery dress with matching pink pumps. No-one had. She asked the security guards. They said that they would keep a look-out. If she hadn't been found in twenty minutes, then they would start to look. Charlie was in tears. She wasn't a happy sight to see. She felt like a terrible Mother. She'd just lost her baby.

XoooOoooX

Alicia wandered down an empty corridor. When she reached the end, she found two doors and a stair-case. Both doors had a notice. The one on the left read "Rachel Berry" and the one on the right read "Jamie Smith". She knew who they were. She'd read the whole programme front-to-back and back-to-front. They were Maria and Captain Von Trapp. The stars of the show. Alicia had wanted to be on the West End since she could talk. From a young age, she persuaded her Mother to let her have singing and dancing lessons. Recently, she had started acting classes. She was a natural. Charlie really couldn't resist Alicia's pout.

If she was going to be a star, she needed to meet one, so she lifted her hand as high as she could and knocked on Rachel's door.


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Thanking you very muchly for taking the time to read this. I love you.