A/N: I have deleted 'City of Lights' with the hopes of one day finding some inspiration for that to continue it. 'Journey's' is on a hiatus as well as "But He's My Brother', I don't have an explanation except for I've been working on this, Concrete Jungle of Dreams and Challenge Accepted for months. They seem to be giving me the best of what they've got in my head so I'm rolling with it.
These will be just short or long one-shots of their lives growing up, it's A/U in a sense. I've been working on this for a while I hope you enjoy what I've got to give to ya'll.
Summary: Rachel isn't just some country girl, she's the city in a nut shell. Finn understands, he knows her but what she doesn't know is that she'll always be his country girl.
Age: Six
The first time Finn ever talked to the little girl she was six, just like him. Wearing little dresses like all the other girls in the first grade. Girls were gross and had cooties, way to risky to even get near her without catching the deadly disease. Yet, when he watched her walk into the classroom he thought she was pretty. Even when she blended in, she stood out."Finn, hunny, you'll be sitting at table one." The teacher directed pointing tow where his neighbor and best friend sat
"Your mommy did a good job on my hair!" Rachel smiled running her small finger through her curly ringlets
"If you tell her, she will do it again" Quinn placed her book bag in the cubby assigned to her. Being taken to their seats by their teacher, Rachel and Quinn st across from Noah Puckerman and Finn Hudson. All living in the same neighborhood, just a little farther down the street is how they all know each other.
The two little girls giggled over some game they had played coming into school, as Finn and Puck stared at them.
"Doesn't this teacher know they have cooties?" Finn mumbled
"Guess not."
Both played with their name tags instead of listening to the teacher talking about no hitting, no kicking and using their inside voices only. Stuff that was no interest to the young boys, where was the fun in no hitting? Finn's favorite power ranger hit people all the time, so why couldn't they do the same? When the teacher put a blank sheet of white paper in front of them, Finn looked to his best friend to see what they were supposed to be doing but Puck didn't look to be any help.
"What do we do?" Finn asked softly looking to the girls to explain.
"Draw a picture of what you want to be when you grow up." The brunette, who Finn knew was Rachel because his mom went to her dad when she was sick. Rachel often sat at the desk helping Ms. Darcy the receptionist check in, directing his mom to sign on the dotted line. Finn knew she was smart, so he took her word.
Getting to work, he looked over at Pucks picture to see him already drawing a car. Finn remembered Puck saying he wanted to be a policeman like the guy on all those bad movies his mom let's Finn and Puck watch.
Finn hurried to get working so he wouldn't get in trouble from the teacher, drawing an outline of a firetruck. Almost finished with it, he was so proud of what he wanted to be. He remembered his mom saying that his dad was a hero and than remembering on one of the police movies that a fireman was a hero too. He could be just like his dad, his mom would love the drawing when he showed her later.
Puck's chuckle knocked him from his drawing as he looked at his best friend laughing at something across the table. Getting a peek over the case in the middle of the table holding books, crayons and glue; Finn caught a glimpse of what he was laughing at.
"Rachel wants to be buildings."
"No" He eyes narrowing straight across the table at the boy mocking her drawing "I want to be New York"
"You can't be New York, it's a country."
"It's a state." Quinn stuck her tongue out at the boy defending her cousin
"No, but I can run it"
"You want to be president?" Finn gasped as Rachel rolled her eyes at his question
"I'm not Lima, I'm New York."
"You are so confusing." Puck shook his head going back to coloring his police uniform blue.
"Boys are so dumb." Quinn whispered loudly to Rachel before coloring her ballet shows a peach pink. Finn looked down at his fireman, his made more sense than their dumb dreams. He didn't even know what it meant to run New York, and why would Quinn want to be a pair of ballet shoes? That didn't even make sense.
"Girls are the one's who are dumb." Finn mumbled quieter than Quinn to Puck making sure they didn't hear him, glancing up he noticed their concentration on their drawings. They didn't even notice the fist bump between the two boys, agreeing on Finn's remark.
