Rachel Berry, age 7, was happier than she had ever been. After two weeks of lobbying, she had convinced her choir director to have auditions for a solo at the school's winter concert, and as a result, she would be singing Let It Snow in front our her entire school, and their families. Currently, she was sitting on a curb in the parking lot, waiting for her dads to pick her up from rehearsal, her brand new Ipod playing the arrangements of the songs planned for the concert. It was a pretty expensive toy for a second grader, but although Rachel was not spoiled in all aspects of her life, when it came to performance, she got the best. (But let's be honest, that was basically 99% of her life).
It wasn't until one song finished that she heard angry voices drifting out of the window above her head. It was cold, of course, being late November in Ohio, but the building's climate control was pre-programmed, and the building frequently got hot enough that opening the windows became necessary. Curious, she hit pause before the next song could start, removing one earbud and tilting the side of her head to maximize what she heard.
"Mr. Fabray . . . not sure...problem is...head Ms. Berry sing... very talented." Rachel recognized the voice as the principal, Mrs. Williams, perking up a little when she heard her name mentioned. She was mildly satisfied with the praise; it was true, she was very talented.
"But she's a... and this is a Christmas Pageant...birth of baby Jesus...ridiculous!" Rachel didn't recognize the man's voice, but she thought there was a girl in one of the other second grade classes who was named Fabray.
"Really...winter pageant...non-religious...values...tolerance..." Rachel was mostly pleased at the principal's answer, but worried a little at the way Mrs. Williams seemed to be speaking more quietly as the conversation continued.
"Values?...fathers...disgusting...gay agenda...family values!" The man was speaking quite loudly now. It wasn't anything that she hadn't heard before. She was mostly used to it.
"...calm down...not trying to...anything inappropriate." Mrs. Williams was now most definitely on the defensive.
"...my company...associated with...proper message...withdraw...sponsorship...concert" This was the climax, Rachel knew, as she held her breath, waiting for the principal's response.
"I'll speak...choir teacher."
Rachel deflated, but she didn't fully realize until the next afternoon, when the choir teacher awarded the solo the very pretty, very blond Quinn Fabray, that she had lost. She briefly made eye contact with the girl at the time, who did not smile, only shrugging her shoulders non-committally. Rachel scowled. If this girl was going to beat Rachel Berry, at least she could've cherished the victory.
A/N: Not the most subtle portrayal of Quinn's dad, but hey , he wasn't written very subtly on the show either. So yes, many Christians are not like this (and pretty much none of them are comically one-dimensional villains, as portrayed here.). But it is also true that there a few who are kinda terrible, and I guess I made Quinn's dad one of them.
