HEY GUYS!

I now introduce to you my new story: Twists and Turns!

This story's plot is taken from Joanna Philbin's "The Daughters" with some twists.

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Shelby's surname here is Corcoran. She didn't take the surname Berry from his husband because Corcoran suited better and it is for her "stage name and stage purposes".

"Shelby!"

"Shelby! Over here!"

"Shelby look at us!"

The sound of the cameras clicking, paparazzi screaming, and fans shouting Shelby Corcoran's name was just getting louder and louder that in any minute your ears will bleed. Rachel Berry did as what she usually does when her mom took her to Fashion Weeks. She sometimes stood by her side, go away as far from the paparazzi, and avoid getting pictured from the cameras. Standing beside her was her mother, Shelby Corcoran, The most beautiful supermodel and greatest Broadway singer in this damn world. Shelby was wearing a Dolce and Gabanna silver silk dress, her smooth brunette hair in curls and some oversized accessories. Rachel was also wearing a Dolce and Gabanna gold dress with some ruffles and her hair slipped on a headband. When they are being compared, they are like Princess and the Pauper.

Of course, Rachel was aware of her mother's drop-dead-gorgeous looks. Shelby's hair was smooth and bouncy that it can be styled in any desired styles. Her eyes were chocolate brown that change depending on her mood. Her lips were heart-shaped and bright red. And, her lean, voluptuous, body was just one of her best asset as a supermodel. Her voice was incredible, that made her a Broadway actress also. She was now launching her new fashion line: Broadmodels. The mixed word formed from the words Broadway and Supermodels. Her clothes were sexy, with lingerie and tight dresses on the line.

Rachel checked her watch. She was meeting her friends, Quinn and Tina. Quinn and Tina were her best friends since kindergarten. They were her superheroes. If anything happened to her, they are always there to make her feel better.

"Mom, I'll just go to the bar", Rachel whispered to her mother who was busy posing to the cameras. The cameras loved her and Shelby loved them back. She did her signature pose, arms on waist whil making her lips as pouty as possible.

"Sure honey" she replied without losing contact to the flashing cameras.

"Stupid paparazzi" Rachel thought as she walked over the bar. The bar seemed empty. There were sign of people and even a bartender.

When she reached over the bar, she quickly removed her 4-inch high heels from her feet. She hated heels. She love sneakers, she hated heels. Her mom bought her this stupid high heels from her shoot in Paris. Of course, Rachel accepted it.

She rubbed her toes, gently easing the pain.

"Trouble with your feet?" the bartender asked. Rachel almost screamed. No one was in the bar, not even a bartender. Then this bartender just popped out of nowhere.

"Totally. I'm a sucker for high heels" she looked down. Her toes were screaming with pain.

" She's so damn gorgeous, isn't she?" The bartender blurted out.

"Who?" Rachel looked up and saw him pointing at her mother.

"That's my mom" Rachel said silently, she knew he wouldn't believe anyway.

Then the bartender burst in laughter.

"Nice joke" the bartender kept laughing and stopped when he saw Rachel's serious face.

"No really? That's your mom? It's just that you two just don't look anything….."

Before he could even finished what he's saying, Shelby called Rachel across the bar. Rachel looked at her then saw her signaling to come pose with her.

"Rachel! Honey, come pose with me!" Shelby called

Rachel groaned. Slipping her heels again then walked over to her mom through the swarm of paparazzi.

"Guys this is my lovely daughter, Rachel. Smile, Rachel." Shelby wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist while smiling.

The paparazzi were quiet and looking at each other. They happened to have flustered faces.

"Here we go again" Rachel thought.

Then there was one flash. And another. And another. And another..

Then…

"Shelby, not that we are criticizing your daughter but, can we have more of you?" someone yelled.

"Yes, just you?"

The paparazzi were agreeing.

"Mom, can I go meet my friends? Now?" Rachel looked at her mom then whispered.

Shelby looked at Rachel, dissapointed. Then smiled back at her and squeezed her waist.

"Sure baby" she whispered.

"Ok..and mom?' Rachel murmured.

"Yes?"

"Good Luck" Rachel said silently. Her mom let go of her then smiled at the cameras. Rachel was now free.

When Rachel walked out of the room, her mind was now functioning properly and breathed in with relief. She was now free from the noise and flashes. She was now gonna meet her friends on Starbucks, their favorite hang-out place. In a few minutes, she was gonna meet them.

As she's walking through the street, with her heels strutting, she remembered the times when she was little. Paparazzi followed her and her mom everywhere, from school to house, from malls to cabarets. But now? The cameras seemed to follow just Shelby around, with or without her. Of course, she accepts the fact that she will never look like her mom. Rachel's eyes were brown and wide. Her nose was rather large; her brunette hair that seems cannot be in place, and her height. She was small, 5 foot and 2 inches. She took most of her resemblance from her dad. Her friends call her face unique, she calls herself weird.

"Like Uma Thurman looked like before she gotten pretty" Tina would say.

But no, Uma Thurman's looks is not the same as hers. But Uma Thurman didn't come to expect she was beautiful.

Rachel thinks that her weak resemblance with Shelby will scare the paparazzi away. But of course, her mother always likes her by her side. Posing and smiling, her mother was so proud of her for no reason.

As Rachel reached Starbucks, she saw a blond and an Asian waving at her at the bench. She walked towards them.

"Rachel!" the blond went towards her, Quinn's tan arms wrapped around Rachel as if she hadn't seen her in years.

"Hi Quinn" Rachel smiled.

"Oh my god, hi!" Quinn said. Jumping up and down on her flip-flops, as her blond ponytail swung back and forth.

"I missed you, Rachel!"

"I missed you too Quinnie." Rachel said, returning Quinn's frantic hug as best as she could. "And you're so pretty."

"And you're so short," Quinn said admiringly, letting her go. "You're like a midget now. I swear" Quinn's piercing green eyes were soft yet alive. Rachel thought Quinn was the most alive person she'd ever met.

"Oh my God, that dress is to die for," said the Asian, Tina Cohen-Chang. It surprised Rachel that Tina was becoming fashion inspired. She remembered back when they were little, Tina refused to wear anything except black. But now, she was the most best dressed of them three. She has black curls, oval-shaped face and her brown eyes sparkling. "Is that Dolce and Gabbana?" Tina asked in her sweet, gentle voice, looking at Rachel's gold dress.

"Yeah. Mom bought it to me a few weeks ago," Rachel said. "It's uncomfortable" she said with her disgusted face.

"We got you a Mocha Frap from Starbucks. Your favorite" Quinn said as they sat down. She was eating a pie with cherries.

Quinn Fabray loved New York. At first glance, she may look as a sweet gentle girl, but she was the most adventurous of the three. She was petite yet athletic. With blond straight hair and green eyes, she was really pretty. She was always the first one to do anything random. Whether it was joining the cheerleading team, flirting with guys, rollerblading and stuff more. She was very impatient. She can't stay in one place. Her favorite season was summer, of course. Rachel remembered the times when Quinn was always bugging them to go surfing but Rachel and Tina didn't have t he guts to. She wore today shorts, t-shirt with cut-off sleeves and ballet flats.

"I so need this," Rachel said, digging into her Mocha Frap. "It's gazillion degrees outside."

"Yeah, but Tina's still cold," Quinn joked.

"No I'm not" Tina argued then glared at Quinn, pulling her deconstructed fringed wrap closer around herself. "I'm just being sun-savvy."

If Quinn was the adventurous blond, Tina was the sophisticated, gentle, retro chick. She was beautiful, with pale skin, cocoa brown eyes and rosy lips, courtesy of her Asian background. When she was 6, she faked a speech impediment. She had slender build and perfect posture of a gril who studied dance all of her life. Tina was also incredibly stylish. She changed from Goth to Fashionista. Under her wrap, she wore a coral-colored tunic, platforms on her feet, silver hoops, and one of a kind bag from Buenos Aires. On Tina, it all managed to be perfect.

"So, how are you and your mom?" Tina asked, taking a bite of her yogurt and blueberries. She was always going for an healthy option.

"It was a disaster. She pulled me into a photo op again. Why is it it's hard for her to understand that nobody wants my picture?" Rachel almost screamed.

Tina and Quinn just looked at each other. They decided to shut up than talk because they didn't want to see the-Rachel-Berry-angry-face, and plus, they were tired talking about it. Rachel tried to break the awkward silence.

"How was California, Quinn?" Rachel asked gently. Quinn looked up at her then began talking.

"Awe-Some" Quinn said, shaking her head as she wolfed down her yogurt. "California is the most sunniest and perfect place on earth."

"Was your dad okay about it?" Tina asked.

"Of course. Since when did he even care about me?" Quinn said with a disappointed look.

Quinn's father, Russell Fabray, was a workaholic. He was also one of the richest man in the world. He owned almost all of the businesses in New York. Upper East Side Media, his empire of glossy lifestyle and fashion magazines, newspapers, social-networking sites, spanned continents and employed thousands of people. He was also famous for being one of the biggest philanthropists, donating millions to the poor, building schools, and fighting poverty. With his dashing looks and charismatic personality, Russell was one of the most eligible bachelors of New York. His wife, Judy, died giving birth to Quinn.

Most of the time, the two of them managed to get along. But Russell's impatience with his free-spirited daughter could set off a violent explosion the two of them and by the end of the school year, Quinn and Russell weren't speaking.

"How was your dad's philanthropy?," Tina asked Quinn

"Pretty good, I guess" Quinn shrugged.

"And how was your mom's tour?" Rachel asked Tina.

"Damn crazy," Tina sighed. "Thirty cities in forty-five days, I don't even know how she does that. By the ninth day, I was exhausted"

"Any Elle drama?" Quinn asked, getting to the point.

Tina rolled her eyes. "There was once a reporter on tour with us, doing his article on "Elle Cohen-Chang and her fabulous career" and he asked me how old my mom was. I told him the truth: thirty eight. And she freaked out like a lost child," Tina placed her empty carton into the trash can.

"Moral of the story? Never ever talk to the press. Even they've been stalking you day and night."

Tina's mother, Elle Cohen-Chang, was a pop star. Her amazing and skilled voice made her a star at nineteen, and billionaire at twenty seven. Every year, she produced every album, with pop songs. She was also the youngest Grammy award winner. Tina's dad was a case in point. He'd been a back-up dancer for Elle in one of her tours-and then disappeared.

Tina and Elle's bond was fierce. They're like sisters, and Rachel admired it. Tina inherited her mother's looks, voice, fashion sense, and presence. Tina was about to record her own album. Tina's voice was soulful, slow, and smoky torch.

"Any cute dancers?" Quinn asked as they walked out of the street.

"Uh, no," Tina bent down her head. "They were all on the other team."

"Too bad." Quinn said, making a beeline for a jewelry stand set up on the street. "I was too assuming of hooking up on someone on California, even though this one guy was really hot." She said, holding up a pair of dangly coin earrings. "What do you think?"

"Cheap" Tina said.

"Do you really need them?" Rachel asked.

"Whatever. They're ten bucks," Quinn said, producing a bill from the back pocket of her shorts and handing it to the man in the Rastafarian cap behind the table. Despite her granola tendencies, Quinn liked to spend money. A lot.

" Hey, speaking of hot guys," Tina murmured. "Look at him."

Rachel turned and followed Tina's gaze. Walking out of the street, a tall guy, wearing striped shirt and jeans with IPod wires trailing from his ears, was a very hot guy. He was so cute that Rachel can only look at him in small glimpses. Large brown eyes. Chiseled face. Straight brown hair that was a little shaggy. Full pink lips.

"Oh my god" Quinn muttered. "Now that is one hot college guy."

But Rachel could tell he was younger than that. And then she realized something familiar about his walk. Slow. "Oh my god, "Rachel said when it hit her. "That's Finn Hudson"

"What?," Quinn asked, awestruck. " Your neighbor? That guy from your building?"

"Didn't he move to Ohio?" Tina asked. "Like, 4 years ago?"

"Maybe he's back for a visit" Quinn said. "Is that what happens when boys move to Ohio? They become total hotties?"

"Go say hi," Tina grabbed Rachel's arm and gave her a nudge

"Yeah, "Quinn seconded.

"Wait-by myself?"

"Well, you guys were BFF," Tina pointed out.

"Yeah, when we were six," Rachel rolled her eyes.

As she watched her old friend reach the curb, she tried to wrap her brain around the fact that this was the same boy she'd bossed around, played with, once made cry. But whoever it was, she was just happy to be wearing a pretty dress and peep-toe heels, even if they did kill her feet.

She and Finn grew up together. They both trick-or-treated together, went skiing, played on the rain, or just pissing around with the neighbors. Finn's parent, Carole, married Burt and he became his step-father. Kurt, Rachel's friend since kindergarten, was his step-brother. Carole inherited all the money from Finn's father when he died. Finn's father was the head of an investment bank. They were rich and glamorous as Rachel's parents.

But Finn could be a little moody. Sometimes he'd disappear into his room , playing Xbox for hours, even when Rachel was at his house. He could also get his feelings hurt easily, in short, he's a very sensitive person. Like when Rachel poured his favorite kind of grape juice down the garbage disposal and he burst into tears. Rachel used to be taller than him, but now, Finn went from 5 foot to 6 foot and 3 inches. Rachel would not be able to boss around him anymore. In fifth grade, Finn went to a all-boys school, and started hanging out more with boys in class. And when he did see her, Finn acted weird. He'd ignore her or just passed to her by.

The next year, when Rachel and Finn were almost twelve, his family decided to move to Ohio. Rachel was, of course, relieved. No more awkward moments with Finn.

But then Finn did something really, really strange.

It was at the Hudson's going-away party. Rachel and Finn stood alone in the kitchen, while the guests were in the living room. None of them spoke. Silence was killing them. They were eating cheese cupcakes. That's when Finn suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her next to him. Rachel felt Finn's damp lips softly pressed against her. Rachel was surprised but then kissed back. When it was over, both of them get the cupcakes that fell on the tile floor. Then Rachel's parents called her to say that they were leaving, and that was last time she ever saw his face. His parting-gift or souvenir to her was the first, sloppy, (yet amazing), first kiss.

She watched Finn come toward her, but didn't actually recognize her.

"Come on, you're gonna miss him!" Tina was shaking Rachel's arms so fast that it made her head spinning. "Go!"

Rachel took a nervous step forward on her heels. She limped toward him and was just a few feet away when Finn yanked his IPod wired out of his ears.

"Rachel?" he asked, a smirk began to form on his face. "Rachel Berry?"

She took a step forward to him. " Finn?," she asked. Pretending as if she haven't recognized him. " So, um, what's up?"

"Nothing interesting. How are you?" he asked. His permanent smirk was driving Rachel wild.

"Nothing much. What are you doing here?" her right leg started to shake like it did whenever she was nervous. "You were in Ohio, right?"

"Yeah. We were. We moved back" he replied. Looking down at his feet.

"You moved…back?" Rachel almost yelled.

"Yeah. My mom and Burt wanted too. Since Kurt got into NYU," he said, gesturing behind him toward the park, "so it seemed like the right time. We're moving back into the old building. You guys moved away, right?"

Rachel had sensed some disappointment on his voice. "Yeah, we moved to the west side. I think the building got annoyed with the photographers" Rachel giggled.

Finn smiled. "I'm sure I'll still be seeing you. Everyday probably" he said.

"What do you mean?"

He flicked a piece of hair out of his eyes. "I'm going to West Side High School with you"

Rachel couldn't even breathe. He's moving to her school? He'd been gone for four years, become alarmingly hot, and now she's gonna see him all day long?

"That's awesome," Rachel beamed at him. Hoping that he wouldn't recognize how fast her heart is beating.

"Hey guys," Finn approached Quinn and Tina. Rachel had been so distracted that she didn't recognize that her friends were standing on either side of her.

"How's Oh-i-o, Finn?" Quinn asked playfully.

"And how long are you gonna be here?" Tina inquired.

"Finn's moved back," Rachel announced. "And he's going to our school" Rachel looked down so that they won't notice her turning pink. Rachel slowly looked up to see her friends' reactions. Quinn looked flabbergasted while Tina was trying not to smile.

"Actually, I gotta go," Finn said to Rachel. He was oblivious to Quinn and Tina's reactions. "I'm meeting Kurt at his dorm," He quickly looked at Rachel. "Maybe you could be my tour guide tomorrow?" He asked.

Rachel nodded dumbly. "Sure."

"See ya." He waved at them, stuck the wires back in his ears then walked away.

The three of them stared at each other at silence. Then, Quinn spoke.

"Holy Mother of God," Quinn breathed. Tina and Rachel looked at her as if she forgotten that she's a Catholic. "I know that I must never say that since I'm a strong Catholic, but that just blurted out"

"He's going to our school?" Tina sputtered.

"You heard him"

"You guys are definitely gonna fall in love." Tina blurted out.

"What?"

"You heard me." Tina rolled her eyes.

"He asked you to be his tour guide," Tina said meaningfully.

"Because he's new." Rachel replied.

"Still, there were sparks, right, Quinn? I can see it the way he looks at you. He likes you" Hudson muttered.

"I almost caught on fire," Quinn winked.

"Maybe he's your soul mate!" Tina announced. Rachel sighed.

"OMG. Stop. Please." Rachel groaned.

"He is," Tina argued. "Don't you think Quinn?" Tina looked at Quinn. Tina was way to astrology and soul mates stuff.

"Okay. Let's cool it down," Quinn said, facing Rachel. "He was your first kiss, first boy best friend, he's hotter and cuter than Christian Bale, he asked you to be his tour guide, and he'd be going to our school," Quinn stopped for a moment of silence. "Yup. It's gonna happen"

For once, Rachel thought that maybe Tina was right. Unlike Tina, she wasn't really into astrology, but still, she did see the sparks between her and Finn.

"When's his birthday?" Tina asked.

"April 8"

"Hmmm," Tina thought carefully, then smiled. "Oh my god, Oh my god"

"Why?" Rachel asked.

"He's an Aries. You're a Sagittarius. You both have the fire element," Tina stopped. "Don't you know that Sagittarius' perfect match is Aries?" Tina asked lively.

"No." Rachel admitted. "But guys, nothing has ever happened,"

"Yet," Quinn said proudly. "Nothing has ever happened yet."

"Nothing will ever happen. I swear." Rachel announced.

"Oh, but it will," Quinn said knowingly as she slipped her new earrings. "Something will surely happen" Quinn winked then smiled. Then she took a step forward them and led the way to the mall.

I AM DONE WITH THE FIRST CHAPTER:)

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