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Summary: AU Finchel. When summer starts Rachel's happily looking forward to spend her summer singing and dancing. But her fathers have something else in mind. They plan on sending her to a horse farm in Texas where her cousin Noah lives. She absoloutly despises the idea until the day she arrives to the farm and she meet her cousins handsome, adorable and just wonderful best friend; Finn Hudson. Based on Finchel prompt.
Rated M for language and possible smut
I want to dedicate this to my fanfiction-friend, colors. flash. and. spin , who's my beta. Thank you for being so nice to me and correcting all my spelling mistakes! :)
Cowgirl Up!
Chapter 1: Unexpected Summer-Plans
Rachel Berry is what many would call a Broadway-baby. Not only has she lived in New York her whole life in the same apartment in Brooklyn, she's been on the stage since she was eight, her first role was as Young Cosette in Les Mis. Her fathers got her to take singing and dance lessons at a very young age. So early that she won her first dance competition when she was eight months old, as you can see she's the epitome of perfection in many people's eyes.
Rachel is happy with her life. That's at least what she tells herself. She's seventeen (she's turning eighteen in December) and famous, rich and blessed with a throat made of pure gold.
The only problem is school. She's not really on the top of the food chain. Rachel knew high school would be hard. Rachel's known all over America and she's probably the most talented seventeen year old girl in New York. But she never expected it to be hard to actually, you know, make friends.
Rachel is a stubborn young woman. If she wants something, she gets it. That isn't really appreciated in school. Especially where she is. Sure it's good to be different. But Rachel has reached a new level of different.
Most people find her annoying and self centered, and most of all spoiled. Rachel would never admit it but she's actually kind of a big bitch. Her words have the effect of a slap in the face and cold shivers run down others spine when she glares. She isn't really aware of what other people think about her. In Rachel's opinion she's sure that they are staying away from her because of her talent, who wants to be around someone you can never compare too (Rachel totally respects those who agree with this notion). That she's too big of a competitor to talk to. That's not true, she's human too, if an extrordinary one at that.
Junior year passed like all the others. Her grades are great and the teachers are once again impressed. But friends, still none. She has to spend another summer all alone like always, her dads as her only company. Not that she really mind. Spending the summer alone means singing and dance practice all day long, because you can never work to hard to reach perfection.
She steps into the big apartment, escaping the glowing sun on the blue and white sky. "I'm home dads!" she calls as she removes her big black sunglasses from her face. She opens her bag and fishes up a package of gum, mint flavored- her favorite. She pops a piece into her mouth before she places her bag on the gray stone floor and pushes her stilettos off her feet. She walks from the hall into the living-room where her dads sits in the black expensive leather sofa. When they turn around to face her she sees that their usual warm eyes are filled with worry and fear. They stare at her as she enters the room. Her chocolate eyes stare back as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"I'm home." she says bitchily through her gum-chewing. "You're supposed to answer me when I say something."
Her Daddy exhales through his nose, almost like he's trying to calm down. Her Dad gently pats him on his shoulder. "We're so sorry, Doll." her Daddy says calmly. Her Dad nods without saying anything. "Good." Rachel says shortly. She's just about to turn away dramatically (that's sort of her thing) but her dads stop her. "Rachel, wait. We have to talk about something."
Rachel sighs loudly as she turns back to her fathers concerned eyes. "Well, I'm not very interested in something. Can't you guys just keep it to yourself so I can get my sheet music and practice." A fake smile lights up her face for a second before it's just memory. She's about to walk away again when her fathers call her for the second time. "No Rachel, this is important."
Rachel stops dead in her tracks. She finds herself surprised by her Dad's harsh voice. He never raises his voice against her, he's always been the parent who lets her get her way. She slowly turns around and sees that both her fathers faces have hardened. She pastes on the fake smile again. "Okay daddies. What do you want that is so important?"
Her Daddy clears his throat quietly. "Well Sweetie, we know that you are doing great in school and that your teachers love you. We're so proud of you but-"
"You know, if you two are just gonna tell me how great I am, please save it for later. My summer has already started and I need to practice." Rachel cuts off, her bitchy side taking over again. Her gum-bubble loudly pops and the popping sound blends together with her Dad's sigh.
"Please Rachel, just hear us out. We know how your situation with friends is. You are never bringing home any friends and you're never visiting anyone after school. It's not normal."
Rachel was offended by the statement. She could make friends if she want to. It's just that she has chosen to not make any. She wouldn't sacrifice her career for some silly people.
"And you've never had a boyfriend. That's definitely not normal for someone at your age."
Rachel gives the two men a cold stare. "Aren't dads supposed to be relieved when his daughter decides that she doesn't want to get married or have kids?"
Her dads looks at her with shocked and sad expressions on their faces. "What do you think?" her Daddy shouts, his arms flying around in frustration. "Of course we want you to get married. We want to walk you down the aisle on your wedding. We want grandkids we can spoil. We aren't monsters."
"But you sure act like it for not letting me practice." Rachel spits back.
Rachel's fathers looks at her calmly. "Rachel Honey, what are you planning to do this summer?" her Dad asks her in a shaky kind of voice. Rachel doesn't think for long. "I'm going to practice my singing and my dancing as always. It has to be perfect when I return to school."
Her Daddy breaths out. "That was what we expected to hear. Well, your Dad and I don't think it's healthy for you to just sit inside singing the whole summer and we think you've been in New York for too long so we have made plans for you."
Rachel's small hands clutch into small fists of anger, ready to storm out of the room. "No one makes plans for me except me, And this is my home!" she replies angrily. Her Daddy smiles, trying to remain calm. He fails. He looks like a frightened deer hiding in the bushes.
"I know Rachel but we think that this will be good for you. You need to hear the words coming out of your mouth Rachel, I'm your father and I've finally realized we've you never do anything but worry about your future career!"
Rachel rolls her brown eyes. Why would they make plans for her if they knew that there would be big consequences? Can't they just let her go and practice? "Do you remember your cousin Noah?" her Dad asks. Rachel shakes her head her hair flying behind her.
Her Dad looks her straight in the eyes as he takes his husbands hand in his. "He lives on a horse farm in Texas you know and we were thinking that-"
And he drops a bomb on her. "You should go there over the summer."
The room goes silent. You could hear a nail drop. The only sound that is made is from the cars outside the open window. Rachel's mouth is wide open from shock. Are they serious? She silently prays to the god in heaven that it's a stupid joke. "Are you fucking kidding me, because this is not funny."
Her voice was getting louder by every word and soon she's screaming out the words. Cursing is something she never does, but she can barely hold the angry words inside her that threaten to boil over. Her fathers had seen it coming. "Rachel, Baby-"
"Don't you dare baby me. I'm not your baby anymore who you just can send me where ever you want. I'm an adult, who makes her own decisions." Rachel spits to her parents. "And I decide to not go to 'middle of nowhere Texas'. I hate horses."
Her Daddy's eyes were pleading as he stands up from the sofa. "Please don't use words like that Baby-" He reaches for Rachel's shoulder but she quickly backs away like she's been burned. "Don't!." she barks out. "Leave me alone, okay."
Her father nods and looks down on the parquet floor. "Fine, but you have to promise us that you'll at least think about it." He looks up at her again and her eyes are cold. "Please?" She nods quickly and turns around for the third time, but now there is no contradictions from her fathers.
She storms up the stairs (Yeah, she lives in a apartment with two floors. She's rich!") and stomps into her room. She throws herself onto the Queen-sized bed and bury her head into the pillow. She finally lets her angry tears she's been keeping inside of her flow free down her cheeks. What has she done to deserve this? She's always been a good girl. She's always done with her homework in time and she's nice to her parents (Well, she's always bossing them around but they probably don't mind).
She lies with her face deep into her pillow for a minute or two before she looks up again, in need of oxygen. She inspects her light pink pillow. Mascara has dripped down from her eyes onto the soft material and made black marks.
Rachel hoped before that her daddies was joking. But she has realized that they're not.
Life sucks right now. She's not going to practice her singing or dancing all summer. She's ruined her pillow. And worst of all; she's going to a horse farm in Texas. Because if there's one thing she can't do it's say no to her fathers. Yes, she may be bossy but she always does what they say, even though she thinks they've gone too far this time.
Yeah, life really sucks right now.
A/N: I'm finally back to writing. It feels like forever. I've been on different vacations this past weeks and haven't been able to write anything. I hope I will be able to write more now.
Do you want me to continue? I hope this will turn out good. I have so many ideas!
Thank you so much for reading, it means so much to me. Please review, it always makes me so happy to know that someone's reading!
