Rachel Barbra Berry thought she had everything. At 26 years old she had 3 Tony's, nominated for her 4th, and starring in a Broadway Revival of Wicked that was acclaimed to be even better then Idina Menzel herself.

She had her own album out that was on its way to platinum and she'd starred in a blockbuster film.

She was also dating London's golden bad boy, Brant McManus. He'd starred in several movies, had made appearances in several TV shows and was currently touring for his own music career.

They were the "It" Famous couple, their cross-Atlantic love boosting their PR even higher. And Rachel loved good press.

She'd met Brant while touring through London. He came to her concert and the pair had hit it off right off the bat. He thought she sang magnificently and she was mesmerized by his crooked smile. It didn't hurt that he was gorgeous to boot and had the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. A green that when hovering over her in bed turned a dark hazel, almost the exact shade of a pair of eyes that haunted her dreams. Whose hazel eyes, she did not know.

It was on one of her early work days that she realized that her life, might not have Everything she ever wanted.


With a steaming cup of hot green tea Rachel walked down a relatively empty street towards the theater. Her Theater. Sipping gingerly as she went she was focused on her phone gripped in her hand, her clutch purse tucked under her other arm.

Engrossed in her phone Rachel didn't notice the figure behind her creeping up slowly. The figure was several inches taller than the small woman and watched as Rachel neared a busier street. It was Now or Never.

Breaking out into a run the figure dashed towards the Broadway star. Rachel barely registered the sound of feet as the person leaned and ripped the purse from under Rachel's arm.

Rachel gasped as she dropped her tea as the thief sprinted towards the busy street.

"Son of a bitch! Come back here!" Shoving her phone into her pocket Rachel took off after the purse snatcher. She was glad that she'd kept up her vigorous workout schedule as she began to catch up to the thief.

The thief could hear the short woman's angry shouts behind them and they pushed themselves harder. Seeing the familiar alleyway the thief ducked into it, sprinting as hard as they could.

Rachel followed the black clad figure down the alley and used all of her strength to tackle her assailant to the ground. With a loud whump the thief went down, struggling to get away from the small brunette woman.

"Lemme' go!" The thief shouted. Rachel huffed, grabbing her purse. Sitting up, Rachel looked at the would be purse snatcher.

"Yeah right. You stole my purse!" The thief stopped struggling, exhaling.

"Yeah, well, you caught me. Now let me go!" Rachel shook her head profusely. Her thief was about 5'8" dressed in dirty black jeans with a black zip up hoodie that was frayed and worn. A dirty grey t-shirt clung to an obviously under fed body. A thick black beanie with a brim was pulled down low on the thief's head, masking their face. Rachel huffed and pulled the beanie off revealing feminine features and letting loose a mess of shoulder length dirty dark blonde hair.

"Hey! Give that back!" Clear blue eyes glared at Rachel as Rachel continued to stare at her assailant. She was young, 16 at the most.

"You stole my purse, it's only fair." The thief glared at tried to push the petite, but incredibly strong, woman off.

"If you don't get off, I'm gonna' scream Rape." The thief threatened. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"This is New York, kid. No one comes running when anybody screams rape." The thief went to protest when her stomach growled embarrassingly loud under Rachel's bottom. Rachel's eyes widened. The thief looked away, face flushed red.

"Please…just…let me go. I'm sorry I stole your purse. I won't do it again." Rachel raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, a plan already forming in her devious mind.

"And why should I believe you? You'll probably assault the next unsuspecting woman to stroll down that street." The thief glared.

"I haven't assaulted anybody ever, before today…and I didn't even assault you! I stole your purse. It's different…" Rachel prided herself in being able to see through peoples performances, especially actors and actresses who were in the business of putting on a show, and Rachel could tell this girl wasn't lying. Rachel nodded and reached inside her purse, pulling out her wallet. The girls eyes widened in confusion as Rachel put her wallet in the pocket of the thief's hoodie.

Satisfied her wallet wouldn't fall out Rachel pulled the thief to her feet, barely giving the girl anytime to grab her discarded beanie off the ground, as Rachel kept an iron grip on her wrist. The thief went to bolt when she realized Rachel was pulling her towards the street. Probably to make them more visible to the cops, the thief thought.

"Where are you taking me, hobbit?!" Rachel chuckled; no one had dared to call her hobbit since Senior year of high school, and a certain Latina who sometimes would mention it for old times' sake. This girl obviously had no idea who she was, a very surprising thing.

"Hush. And don't try to run. The police will either catch you with my wallet in your pocket, or when you try to use any of my cards. I don't carry cash." The girls eyes widened realizing why the woman had put her wallet in her hoodie, and realizing she'd picked the worst person to steal from.

"You sneaky little…" Rachel squeezed her wrist as she pushed the door open of a nearby diner. The smell of food made the girls stomach growl as a large brunette waitress came to them.

"Rachel! Great to see ya'! You want the usual? Oh! Whose your friend?" Rachel fixed the waitress with a wide smile as the plump woman lead them to a booth. Rachel motioned for the blonde to sit as she herself slid into the booth.

"Yes, that'd be fantastic, Barb. And, this is my friend…" Rachel kicked the girls shin lightly making the younger girl jump slightly. The blonde glared at Rachel and kicked her lightly back before turning towards the woman.

"Casey." Casey slumped down in the seat, stretching out her long legs as Rachel smiled.

"Casey and she'll be having?" Barb questioned. Casey eyed Rachel, a light embarrassed blush crossing her face. This small woman was torturing her.

"I don't have any money…" Casey whispered, and Rachel rolled her eyes, looking to the middle aged woman.

"She'll start with the bottom less pancakes and," Rachel looked back at Casey, "what kind of drink?"

"Do you have soy milk?" Casey questioned, her voice a bit stronger as Rachel's warm gaze comforted her a bit. Barb nodded, a large smile on her face as she observed the interaction between the Broadway star and the dirty, slightly smelly, teen that was with her.

"We sure do, hon. We pride in being one of the only vegan free diners in New York." Casey looked down at her scuffed Converse.

"Soy milk, please." Barb nodded, large smile still on her jolly face, before walking off to put their orders in. Rachel's eyes hadn't left Casey through the entire exchange.

"So, is Casey your real name?" Casey's head snapped up.

"Yeah. Yeah it is. Well…I think so. That's what they told me anyway." Rachel raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Who told you?"

"The Nun's at St. Rosanna's." Rachel's eyes widened. St. Rosanna's had been an all-girls orphanage in Rhode Island until it burned down over three years ago. It had been a huge story on the news for weeks as the authorities tried to figure out if it was arson or bad wiring. Over 30 girls and nuns had perished in the flames. "I was 13 ½ when the fire burnt it to the ground…I was at school that day. They put all of us survivors into group homes, some of us got put outside of Rhode Island. If you were lucky, you got placed somewhere near the burnt out shell." Rachel went to comment but Barb had appeared with a plateful of pancakes, large cup of milk, and a steaming mug of tea for Rachel. She sat everything down and went back to the hostess station.

"Were you lucky, Casey?" The younger girl froze, her face developing a dark look.

"No…I wasn't." Before Rachel could further question the dirty teen was tearing through the six pancakes that had been put in front of her. Rachel sipped her tea slowly as the girl ravenously ate the food on her plate. In under 10 minutes Rachel sat in awe that such a thin girl had cleared her entire plate.

"You were hungry, weren't you?" Casey blushed as her stomach growled loudly.

"Still kind of hungry… She whispered and Rachel motioned for Barb to refill the girls plate. Two full plates of hotcakes later Casey leaned back unzipping her old hoodie. She couldn't remember the last time she was so full. Rachel glanced at her watch and realized she was severely late. But, something inside told her that this…wasn't over yet. Something inside her, maybe her maternal instincts, or deeper her feelings of being a slight orphan herself, was urging her to do what she would do next.

"Casey, would you please?" Rachel motioned towards the girls jacket and Casey nodded sheepishly, handing Rachel her wallet. Rachel handed Barb her card and waited. Casey began to fidget nervously. Normally Rachel would have admonished such behavior, but allowed it just this once. Although, it was bad enough that the girl was slouching. She would definitely have to work on that. Once Barb returned her card Rachel stood up. Casey stared up at the smaller woman, wondering what she was going to do next, and not being able to decipher the look in her eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that, except one of her teachers at school. Rachel finally huffed exasperatedly. "Well? Aren't you coming?" Casey's mouth fell open as Rachel walked towards the door.

What am I getting myself into?, Casey wondered as she pulled on her beanie and caught up with the brown eyed diva.


AN: This is my first fanfic, so please don't flame. (well my first posted, I've done A lot of others) Reviews are much appreciated to know if I should even go on.

Glee is owned by RIB and fox and all that lot, but Casey and Brant are all mine. (:

If this sucks please tell me, I feed on constructive criticism.