Hi everyone! So i started writing this story like a year ago and i had posted it on here but after a while i just became so uninspired and took it down. It was really foolish of me to do that. Recently i realized that i really love this story and i want to finish it. So here it is! For those of you who were reading it before i took it down, it's going to be the same. Only minor changes. You probably won't even notice them because you've probably forgotten this story. Anyways... hope you all enjoy it!

disclaimer: I do not own Glee.


"Rachel, you're going and that's that!" Her mother said sternly for the umpteenth time.

She didn't want to accept it. She couldn't. There was no way she was leaving New York to go live in some insignificant town full of ignorant fools. She didn't deserve to be demoted to live in Lima just because her mother had to film out of the country. It was unnecessary. She was old enough to stay home for two months. It wasn't like she was a wild child. No, she was far from that. She was responsible and trustworthy. Why couldn't her mother trust her to take care of herself? She was a grown woman for crying out loud.

"Mom, I understand that you're doing this as a precaution. You don't feel safe leaving your responsible seventeen year daughter to fend for herself for two months, but I assure you, I will be just fine being here on my own. I carry my phone and rape whistle with me at all times and I also know a little self-defense. If anything, I can utilize my amazing high kick to incapacitate any attacker." Rachel said brightly, as if she's almost convinced her mother will agree.

Too bad that wasn't the case.

"No," Shelby deadpanned. She wasn't going to leave her daughter alone for two months. She trusted her and she did believe she could take care of herself, but what kind of mother would that make her? She had always told herself she would be the best mother she could possibly be and leaving her daughter alone in a New York City penthouse apartment for approximately two and a half months wasn't going to win her mother of the year.

Rachel pouted. She couldn't lose this argument. She didn't want to leave the only place she's ever known. New York was the one true place she knew she belonged. Broadway was in New York. On any given day, if Rachel ever felt sad or upset, she never failed to attend a Broadway play or musical. It was the one thing that always managed to cheer her up. The way Rachel looked at it, New York was being pulled away from her like Sophie's daughter.

"Can I stay with Blaine instead?" Rachel voiced one of the many options she had come up with in her head. She seemed hopeful. Blaine was her best friend… and gay. They met when they were eight years old. Blaine's mother was a producer on Broadway and Rachel's mother had been cast as the lead in the musical Blaine's mother was producing. They met during a rehearsal and hit it off.

Shelby sighed. "Rachel, as much as I love Blaine and trust him to not let you get into trouble, I can't do that."

Rachel's face fell almost instantly.

"He has parents, Rachel. Loraine is working really hard on this new play she's producing and I don't think having you prancing around her home is going to help much. Besides, I heard Cooper's coming back from LA to audition for a musical. Loraine told me he was going to be staying with them. Where would you sleep?" Her mother questioned.

Rachel stood still for a second. Every time her and Blaine had sleep overs at his place she would sleep in Coop's room. It wasn't going to be possible this time around.

"I could always share a bed with Blaine?" she offered. Shelby narrowed her eyes at Rachel.

"Honey, I understand Blaine is gay, but he's still a boy and boys need their space—especially if they're teenage boys," her mother laughed humorlessly.

Rachel looked at her mother with bewilderment. She didn't really understand what the context of her mom's last comment was but it wasn't the appropriate time to discuss it. She was still trying to get out of going to Ohio to live with her dad.

The brunette jumped off her queen sized bed with a frustrated sigh. Her mother ignored her sigh of discontent and continued to pack up Rachel's things. Rachel walked over to her closet where her mother was and stopped her from pulling her clothes off the hangers.

"If I can't stay in New York then why can't I just go with you," Rachel pouted. She was desperate, so she was bringing out the big guns. Almost instantly her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip quivered. Rachel Berry was about to cry herself out of this situation. Thank god I perfected my skills of crying on demand at the age of five, Rachel thought.

Shelby looked into Rachel's tearful eyes, instantly regretting making eye contact with her. It wasn't fair. Rachel had been using that sad―yet adorable—expression since she was five years old to get her anything she wanted. Her resolve was slowly crumbling. She couldn't let this happen, not again.

"Rachel, I can't just take you out of the country for two months. Besides, you have school-," Rachel was about to interrupt but Shelby held her hand up to stop her. It was time for Rachel to listen.

"I know a tutor would help but the answer is still no. I'm going to be very busy and won't have time to look over you. Last time I had you on set you could barely stay in one spot. I had security search for you on more than one occasion. I don't want to have to worry about you while I'm working, Rachel."

Rachel's face fell. She was certain her tears would work this time. It almost always worked… almost.

"I just don't know why you want to send me to dad's. He's going to be just as busy as you are. He runs a billion dollar company. I doubt he's going to take time off to spend time with me. I hardly get a chance to talk to him," she complained.

Rachel loved her dad, and to be completely honest, she really missed him and didn't mind seeing him, but why did she have to go to Lima? If her dad could stay with her in New York for two months while her mom worked out of the country, it'd be ideal. She loved it when her dad came to visit her in New York. Life was never boring with her dad around. She just wished he lived closer to her and her mom―at least in the same state.

Shelby took a hold of Rachel's hand and walked her over to her bed. Both mother and daughter took a seat. Rachel looked at her mother's face. She was tired, exhausted. This definitely wasn't easy on her. For a second Rachel felt guilty for putting so much stress on her mom. She just wanted to understand why she had to leave her home in New York for Ohio.

"Look honey, the thing is, when I first talked to your father about taking this role, he was the one to suggest that you stay with him, not me. He really misses you," her mother told her. Rachel looked into her mother's eyes to see if she was being sincere and she found nothing but honesty in her mother's dark green eyes.

"He really wants me to go?" Rachel mumbled as she played with her hands in her lap.

Shelby nodded. "Yes. He was so excited when I told him I would consider it. He really wants to spend time with you. He feels horrible for being so absent in your life. You've grown up so much over the past couple of years and he wants to get to know more of the mature you. He didn't believe me when I told him you were starting your senior year of high school," she chuckled. "He thought you were going to be a sophomore."

Rachel should have been offended by her father's lack of attention, but she found it to be funny. A small smile graced her lips.

"I can't believe he told you all that," she smiled.

"He did. You'd be surprised at how much me and your father talk," she chuckled.

Rachel raised an eyebrow in question. She ever hardly heard her parents speak to each other on the phone.

"Your father and I may have not worked out, but we still love each other very much. He's my best friend. So believe me when I say that he's really committed to spending time with you. He really wants you there, sweetie," Shelby smiled.

After hearing her mother's explanation she found herself thinking that it might not be so bad after all.

"Well, since he's very adamant about having me stay with him, then I guess there's nothing I can do about it. I miss him dearly and I don't mind going now that I know his intention. I was just afraid he wouldn't pay much attention to me," Rachel admitted.

It broke Shelby's heart to hear her daughter speak that way, but she knew it was true. Hiram was a really busy man and could barely manage to call Rachel a couple of times a week. But she knew he was serious this time. It was his last chance to bond with his daughter before she went off to college. He regretted working so much and not taking time off to spend time with his only daughter.

Shelby gave her daughter a kiss on her forehead and smiled. "You'll have a good time, I promise."

Rachel smiled back. "So what time is my flight?"

XxX

Hours later Blaine sat on Rachel's bed scanning through a magazine while she packed for her trip to Ohio.

"Rach, I don't mean to sound needy or anything, but how am I supposed to go two months without you? I barely made it this summer when I had to go to the Hamptons for two weeks with my family. You're going to be gone for two months! Do you know how much I'm going to miss you?" Blaine whined. He never liked to rant or complain but he was going to miss his best friend.

Rachel's heart fluttered. It made her feel good that she was wanted and loved by her best friend. Unfortunately for him, she had no choice but to go. She didn't want to miss the opportunity to spend quality time with her father now that he seemed to want to bond with her.

"Trust me. I'm going to miss you too. I'm not going to know anybody over there. What if everybody there hates me?" she replied nervously.

"I'm sure you'll do fine. You're Rachel Barbra Berry. You're a star! You shouldn't worry about those people. Everyone's going to love you," Blaine assured.

Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, just like everyone at Dalton loves me? Please, our peers only pretended to like me because of my famous mother. The only real friends I have are you, Jesse, and Harmony."

Blaine couldn't deny it, not many people liked Rachel, but it was only because she was really the only talented one in their entire school. The other kids there were just condescending jerks with no real talent―intelligence maybe, but not talent.

He stood from the bed and walked over to where Rachel sat on the ground. She was folding her clothes and packing them neatly into her suitcase. Rachel had tons of skirts to fit in there.

"Look," he took a seat next to her on the ground, "You are a smart, beautiful, and talented girl. The kids from our school are pretentious jerks who choose to ignore what's great. Now tell me, is this place in Ohio anything like here?"

"No!" Rachel blurted out. Lima was nothing like upper eastside Manhattan. It was a small, middle class town. It didn't even compare to upper class Manhattan.

Blaine found Rachel's shocked expression amusing. Obviously he had no idea how Lima compared to New York, but if the look on Rachel's face said anything, it said that it was nothing close to being like the city.

"Then don't start assuming that they won't like you. If those kids are anything like me, they'll love you."

Rachel's eyes stung with tears. It was nice to hear her best friend speak that way about her. It had been a while since they both had a heart to heart and she really needed a good cry before leaving.

The tiny diva wrapped her arms around Blaine and hugged him fiercely.

"I'm going to miss you, B," she whispered into the crook of his neck.

He chuckled and ran his hand through her hair. "I'm going to miss you too, Rach. Heck, I might even go visit you if the pain of not having you around becomes unbearable."

Rachel squealed. "Don't mess with me, Anderson. Will you really go visit me?" she asked, her chocolate brown eyes expressing nothing but hope.

Blaine smiled at his best friend. "Of course I will. I've never been to Ohio before. It could be fun."

Rachel stood from her spot on the floor and began to dance in celebration. She was so happy Blaine was planning to visit her while she stayed in Lima. Maybe this trip wasn't going to be too bad after all?

XxX

Quinn Fabray was never one for gossip. She hardly listened to anything her friends or other kids from school had to say if it didn't concern her. But when Santana called her up to tell her she had some juicy news regarding a certain local billionaire, she was intrigued.

"Come over," Quinn spoke into her cell before hanging up. She walked over to her window and looked out into the street. She was lucky that her best friend lived only a few houses away. Quinn's house was at the end of the cul-de-sac so she could see Santana making her way over to the Fabray house.

Quinn rushed downstairs when Santana reached the end of her driveway. She opened the front door to her house and Santana walked right in. Both girls were wearing their Cheerios t-shirt and shorts. They had just had practice a couple of hours prior and had gone home to shower when Quinn got the call from Santana.

"Let's go up to my room. My mom's in the kitchen making dinner," Quinn told her and ran upstairs with her best friend following behind her. When they got to Quinn's bedroom both girls hopped on her giant bed and got comfortable.

"Ok, what's up? What's the big news about billionaire Berry?" she questioned.

Santana smirked. "So, you know how my mom works for Berry, right?"

Quinn nodded. Santana's mother was probably one of the highest paid secretaries in the country. Not many people had the opportunity to be secretary to a billionaire.

"Well today Berry's assistant didn't show up because of a family emergency or something so he had my mom do all the unimportant stuff that his assistant usually does," she explained. Quinn nodded as she went along, "and one of the things she had to do was call up billionaire Berry's pilot and schedule a private flight from New York to Dayton."

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows. Was that the news? That Berry was having his pilot fly out to Dayton?

"San, please tell me there's more to this story because right now you're boring me," Quinn deadpanned. She had more productive things to do.

"Hold your fucking horses Fabray, I'm not finished," Santana hissed. Quinn rolled her eyes. "So what I was saying before you opened your big mouth," she glared, "was that the flight was scheduled for Berry's daughter."

Quinn's eyes went wide. Billionaire Berry has a daughter? She couldn't believe it. Hiram Berry had lived in Lima longer than she could remember and not once had she known that he had a daughter. In fact, she didn't think anyone knew he had a child. Surely her parents would have mentioned it once. Before Quinn's father left her and her mother, he used to work for Berry as one of his lawyers. Quinn had met Mr. Berry on several occasions too. He was a nice man, very handsome. He was one of youngest billionaires in the world. He was only in his early forties. How was it possible that he had a child?

"Shocking right? That fine piece of man has a kid, and not just a kid, but a teenage girl. My mom asked about her and why Berry never mentioned having a kid before and he told her he was embarrassed that everyone would think he was a deadbeat because he never brought her around. Turns out he visits her at least once a month and they spend every holiday together. She's seventeen years old," Santana smirked mischievously.

Quinn quirked an eyebrow, "She's our age?"

Santana nodded. "And get this. She's going to be staying in Lima for over two months. Berry also had my mom enroll her at McKinley. She's going to be going to school with us."

Quinn didn't know what to say or even think. Her whole life she had known the exact same people. A couple of them had moved away, but no one ever moved to Lima. The last person to move to Lima was Sam and several of her classmate's had already known Sam because his grandmother lived there and the Evans' would visit every summer. It wasn't until last year that his grandmother had gotten very sick and they decided to move to town. He was hardly a stranger.

Now, someone who Quinn knew absolutely nothing about was going to come into her world. The scariest part was that she didn't know whether to be nervous about this intruder or not. If there was one thing Quinn cared about most, it was her popularity. She didn't need a girl to come in and steal that away from her.

"Did your mom find out anything else about her?" Quinn asked indifferently.

Santana smirked. "Sure did. Her name's Rachel Berry and she lives in New York. According to my mom, the last past three years she attended this top notch high school in Manhattan for like super smart rich kids. She has a 4.5 GPA and has all AP classes this upcoming semester. She's gotten Honor Roll for six semesters in a row, and according to her transcript, was ranked number two in her class at her old school," Santana said, slightly impressed. The only person she knew that was that smart was Quinn, and even then, Quinn didn't have a 4.5 GPA. She didn't even know GPA's went up that high.

Quinn tried not to seem nervous, but on the inside she was a wreck. This girl could possibly ruin her perfect image of miss popularity. The only thing that could make it all worse was if this girl was a cheerleader.

"Does your mom know if she's a cheerleader?" Quinn asked nonchalantly. She pretended to look at her nails.

"No, I don't think so. But my mom did say that Berry told her his daughter was a ballet dancer and was 'musically talented'. She must play the flute or some shit like that," Santana shrugged.

Quinn nodded, but this new information didn't make her feel any better. Just because there was no knowledge of the new girl being a cheerleader didn't mean she wasn't one. If she was a ballet dancer then that meant she was somewhat athletic. Quinn didn't like this, not one bit.

"Well I hope this girl doesn't think she can come here and suddenly think she's the best just because her daddy practically owns half the town. I've been on top since I was a freshman and no Gossip Girl wannabe is going to change that," Quinn said icily.

She needed to let Santana know that she wasn't going to back down. That she wasn't afraid of this new girl.

Santana looked at her and smirked. She already had something planned for girl-Berry and she was sure Quinn was going to go along with it.

"Well if that's the way you feel, then you won't be pissed when I tell you that I signed us up to be on the welcoming committee," Santana snickered.

Quinn narrowed her eyes at Santana. "What the hell are you talking about Santana?"

Santana's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Nothing says 'welcome' more than an ice cold slushie facial."


I should be posting more chapters soon. I have them written already :) Review pls!