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Shelby Corcoran smiled, as her five year old daughter looked around in wonder. Her big brown eyes were wide, as she took in the sights. It was a late October afternoon, and after a day out, Shelby thought she would treat her daughter to choosing a pumpkin for Halloween. The too big parka made Rachel looked even smaller than she was, but her laugh was loud.
"Mummy, look!" she pointed towards the setting sun. "Look at all the pretty colours!"
Shelby laughed, as Rachel flung her tiny arms around her waist.
She was so little, and so innocent. at that age, the only thing Rachel Berry had to be worrying about was whether or not Snow White's house was near or far away, opening her mouth and rattling of a reel of never ending questions ("Why do leaves change in the fall?" "Do the leaves ever turn black?" "What colour pumpkins are there? Pink?"). at five years old, more often than not, Rachel Berry would fall asleep in her car seat, one of her parents' carrying her into the house and tucking her into bed.
Shelby winced, as she heard the harsh slam of the front door, rattling the house. "Rach?" she called. "Honey?"
Her daughter appeared in the doorway of the living room, tear streaked and fuming mad. Shelby had to note that the outfit that her teenage was wearing was not the one that she had left the house in that morning, and with a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her.
"Quinn", Rachel choked out, before dissolving into tears once more. Shelby bit back an insult directed at the little girl who had been taunting her daughter since kindergarten, snatching up her car keys.
"Let's go for a drive", she suggested and her daughter nodded tearfully.
By the time they arrived home that evening, carrying bags of takeout, Quinn Fabray was a forgotten name. They had spent the drive laughing and singing along to the Broadway albums Shelby kept in her car (or rather, Rachel kept in Shelby's car), window shopping at malls they had found along the way. They didn't have a destination- it was the two of them and a stretch of road.
"Is this Rachel?"
"This is Rachel!"
"Leroy, quickly, get the camera!"
"Guys, shh!" Shelby said gently to Leroy and Hiram Berry, the fathers of her daughter, a giggle audible in her voice. "We can't miss any of this!"
Both men quietened down and the three proud parents stared intently at the stage, waiting for the curtains to open, exposing their little girl.
New Directions, Rachel's glee club, had made it to Nationals. In New York. Naturally, all three parents had to come, and Rachel wouldn't have it any other way. Shelby, Leroy and Hiram had come to all of her shows through the years (whether it be dancing, singing, or both), and they were not going to miss Nationals in New York.
"Will we ever say the words we're feeling, reach down underneath and tear down all the walls. Will we ever have a happy ending? Or will we forever only be pretending? Will we a-a-a-always a-a-a-always a-a-a-always be pretending!"
Rachel beamed, as she spotted her parents in the audience. Shelby gave her carbon copy a little wave, her fathers' unable to wipe the smiles off their faces.
She remembered watching a video from when she was a mere three years old, right before they departed for the Big Apple (she had been too wired to sleep, and her parents' were exhausted). Her father Leroy had been behind the video camera, as Shelby poured a puddle of red paint onto a piece of cardboard, the three year old version of herself painting with her hands and belting out, in tune, 'Tomorrow' from Annie.
Even as a child, New York City had been her dream.
She was going to live her dream, one day, moving to the big city for good, singing her heart out on the Broadway stage.
But for now, she was happy being there with her parents.
She had always had the best day with them.
