Here goes. My first Glee story! It's something my crazed mind came up with. Follow the Corcoran Family and all of the drama that surrounds their lives. Hope you like it.
Shelby Corcoran lay curled up under her satin sheets clinging onto the last bit of sleep. A slow smile curved the side of her mouth as she dreamt of her old days on Broadway. The house was quiet, her room was nice and dark and her body simply refused to get up. A groan escaped her lips as she remembered the hectic day that lay ahead of her. Reluctantly, she cracked an eye open and stared at the alarm clock one last time. Sighing in defeat she lifted her head up off the pillow, swinging her legs over the side of her bed. She sat in silence and ran a hand through her hair.
She really hated mornings.
Even since she could remember, mornings were never her thing. Shelby shuffled into the bathroom and walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet she stared at her reflection in the mirror, frazzled hair and droopy eyes staring right back at her.
She bent down and splashed cool water over her face, blinking profusely she looked up and forced a somewhat decent smile "Good Morning to you too" and she began about her daily rituals.
Showered, dressed and ready to face the day, Shelby made her way out of her bedroom, heels clacking on the wooden floors. She was thoughtlessly humming the tune of "Don't Rain on My Parade," which If anybody asked was her favorite song from her favorite musical, when a frown slowly formed on her face.
The house was quiet... too quiet.
She glanced down at the watch on her wrist and her brows formed into a straight line as she read the time. Those kids better be up.
Shelby made her way down the hall stopping in front of a door that had a Keep Out street sign nailed to it. She rapped her knuckles twice against the wood, she long ago made it a habit to always knock before entering into her teenaged sons room. She waited for an answer and when she didn't hear her sons usual grunt of response Shelby pushed her way through.
"Noah?" No response. "No its seve-"
"NOAH EZRA CORCORAN!" She yelled at the sight of her son still wrapped under his sheets, drooling into his pillow.
Noah jumped at the sudden high pitched yell that filled his room, flailing his arms around he spat, "I'm up! I'm up."
He sat in his bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, watching as his mother walked around the room, her eyes roaming over every surface.
"You better be ready and out that door in fifteen minutes Noah!" Shelby snapped as she stepped over the pile of clothes that littered her sons bedroom floor, "Didn't I tell you to clean your room last night?"
"Ma do you seriously have to yell?" Noah sighed as he threw the sheets off his body .
"FIFTEEN MINUTES!" Shelby turned and heard her son grumble something "And I want this place cleaned before I come home!"
She made her way towards the second room. Not pausing to knock Shelby threw the door open with a bang and stalked over to the closed curtains, swiftly pulling them back and flooding the room with light.
Her daughter moaned as the sun hit her face and Shelby walked over to the bed and grabbed a fist full of the dark red sheets. She tried to pull them off of her daughter but the younger girl grabbed onto them as well, refusing to let go.
Shelby tugged harder, her daughter meeting each tug with a pull of her own, both as stubborn as ever.
"Santana" She gritted through her teeth.
"Fivemoreminutes" Santana mumbled, covers wrapped securely under her chin and her eyes clamped shut.
"Absolutely not!" Shelby gave one final tug, mustering up all her strength and successfully stripped the bed of sheets leaving Santana cold and exposed to the very first morning of her junior year.
"Mom!" Santana frustratedly curled herself into a ball and covered her face with her arms.
"Santana Ava Corcoran" Shelby grabbed her daughter by the wrist and hoisted her up, "We're not doing this again this year. Come on. Up!"
Santana groaned and whimpered as she sat up on her bed, blinking sleepily at her mother.
"I washed your uniform for you, it's hanging on your closet door. You have less than fifteen minutes to get to school. Hurry up so you can come down and eat some breakfast" Shelby waited for her daughter to sulk her way into the bathroom before she left.
"Two kids down. One to go." Sighing she made her way over to the last bedroom down the hall.
She opened the door, "Rach?" She called softly and flipped the light switch, expecting to find her youngest rummaging through her closet. The room however was empty and spotless and the bed was already made. Shelby couldn't help but smile.
Just then she heard the unmistakable sound of clanking pots and pans coming from downstairs.
Yikes that doesn't sound good
She closed Rachel's door and paused for a second at the landing, "TEN MINUTES GUYS!" and when she heard her oldest grunt a reply in unison she continued down the stairs.
Rachel had always been a morning person, something she most definitely did not pick up from her mother. She happily buzzed around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets and mixing and stirring away.
"Morning baby." Shelby walked over and planted a kiss on her daughter's forhead.
"Morning mom." Rachel smiled and handed her mother a coffee mug.
"For me?" Shelby acted surprised.
"Yes. Cheers to the start of a new year!" Rachel clinked her own mug with her mothers and took a sip of her creamy concoction. "Oh and I made breakfast as well." She pointed over to the kitchen table where four plates were set.
Shelby placed her hand over heart, "Sweetheart! Thank you baby. Come here" Shelby pulled her into a tight embrace, wrapping her arms securely around Rachel's small body.
"Wow this looks delicious," She said as she eyed the plate before her, recognizing at once the telltale sign of her youngest' attempt at cooking.
"So are you ready for today?" Shelby took a bite out of her food and forced it down her throat, swallowing hard behind her hand.
"I'm ready. I have all my supplies and I think I have the perfect outfit, Santana helped me pick it out last night. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous" Rachel looked bashfully down into her cup of coffee.
"That's okay . It's perfectly normal but you have nothing to be nervous about. You're smart and beauiful and McKinley High's not gonna know what hit them, Not to mention your brother and sister are not gonna know what hit them either if I find out there not looking out for you." Shelby added and the two fell into a comfortable conversation over breakfast with Shelby recalling Santana and Noah's first day of highschool.
"She was so nervous she made your brother walk her to every class."
"Psht. As if." Santana waltzed into the kitchen just then. Her hair was pulled up into a perfectly curled ponytail and she was wearing a bright red cheerleading uniform. She walked over and plopped down next to Rachel, reaching over her plate to grab the juice.
"I stood clear away from No-elle on my first day." Santana said sitting tall as she brought a forkful of food in her mouth, only to spit it back up onto her plate in disgust moments after.
"What the hell is this crap!" She choked, gulping down her cup of juice.
Rachel took a forkful out of her own plate and smiled, "Scrambled Tofu."
"Are you trying to kill me?" Santana reached for the carton, desperate to get rid of the taste.
Shelby laughed, "It's not that bad San."
"Oh yes it is. Yes it is!"
"What?" Noah walked into the kitchen then.
"Rachels breakfast," Santana said a devilish smirk curling her lip, "It's to die for,"egging her brother on.
"Really? Sweet. Thanks Rach." Noah took a seat and no sooner had he touched the chair he began shoveling the food into his mouth.
Santana stared at her brother in horror, her mouth hanging open. He scraped the last bit of tofu off the plate and finished it off by downing his juice and burping real loud.
"Noah thats repulsive." Rachel said at the same time her mother flicked her sons shoulders, "Manners"
"Ma." The football player rubbed his head and turned to face his youngest sister, "and it's Puck Rachel. P-U-C-K Puck."
"I am going to call you by your proper name, you know the one that appears on your birth certificate?" Rachel answered as she stood up and began clearing the table.
Noah rolled his eyes and he shot Santana a look, "Does she have to go to school dressed like that?" He asked his mother.
"Ive been wearing this almost everyday since freshman year. So uh yeah. I kinda do." Santana flipped her pony tail.
He sighed thinking of all the guys he would have to put in their place later. This year was going to be even worse, Rachel was at the highschool now and he wasn't exactly liking her 'back to school' outfit.
"Whatever I'm in the car. Bye ma." Noah walked over and hugged his mother, pecking her on the top of her head, "Have fun at Carmel. Don't go too hard on the newbies."
"Thanks baby. Take care of your sisters!" She called after him and he raised his hand in response as he walked out the front door.
Shelby stood up from the table, "Okay girls let's go, you ready?" She glanced over at her daughters, both girls were so very different from each other. Shelby loved that about her kids. It faschinated her how different each of them could be, when they were younger people would even ask if they were all hers. She would always laugh at their questions, genes were a very powerful thing, especially when the mother was jewish and the father was half hispanic and part every other nationality you could think of. In her eyes her children were all uniquely perfect. All three of them.
"I don't know San are you sure this outfit is okay? I-is it too much?" Rachel asked looking down at her red v-neck top dark wash jeans and flats.
"Of course, its not too showy but it accentuates all the right parts and they're not hanging all out there, just showing enough to be peeking out."
Shelby gave her oldest a sharp look.
"What?" Santana shrugged, "Shi-oot I forgot to put lipgloss" and she went back upstairs.
Shelby shook her head and turned to her youngest, "Have a good day sweetheart" She hugged her daughter one more time, "I can't believe my baby is a freshman in highschool!" She choked.
"Mom are you crying?" Rachel laughed.
Shelby wiped a stray tear and composed herself, her tiny little girl was growing up fast. She had gone through so much in her life, and here she was , getting ready to start highschool. It was unreal.
"Go. Have fun!" Shelby lightly smacked Rachel's backside and send her out the front door, letting a few more tears fall as she watched her daughter walk across the lawn towards the black car blaring music in the driveway.
"Nu-uh" Santana opened the front door and pointed to the backseat of the car, "Hit the back midget."
Rachel made a pouty face, "Please San."
"Today Rachel" Santana tapped her foot impatiently and watched as her sister huffed in defeat, slowly unbuckling the seat belt. Rachel slowly took one foot out of the car, then another and stood up right under Santana's face and stuck out her tongue, looking very much like an overgrown child.
"Oh very mature" Santana said indifferently and she took her seat at the front of her brothers black mustang, smirking with content.
Puck rolled his eyes.
"Are you two losers done?" Puck tightened his grip on the steering wheel , "I've been sitting here forever already."
"Relax No-elle, God your such a girl sometime." Santana scoffed.
"We're ready," Rachel nodded her head from the backseat and Puck shifted the gear of the car and backed out of the driveway.
Santana's shoulder shook as she laughed at the name she'd been using for years. The one she knew got under her brothers skin every time without fail. She pulled down the visor, a sly smile plastered on her face as she ran her fingers over her eyebrows.
Puck looked over and shoved Santana hard, sending the girl crashing into the passenger door. Her laughter came to an abrupt stop and her smile instantly dropped from her face and was quickly replaced with a scowl. She shoved back twice as hard making the car swerve to the left.
"Guys!" Rachel called out from the backseat taking her usual place as the mediator between her older siblings, "Please. I'd like to make to it to my first day of high school thank you very much."
Puck and Santana both narrowed their eyes into slits and shot a glare towards one another, but stopped non the less. The tough jock and the popular cheerleader were constantly at each others throats and barely saw eye to eye, but they were always on the same page when it came to Rachel.
"Shit. Puck turn around I left my phone" Santana said as she rifled through her bag.
"You gotta be kidding me right now."
Santana sucked her teeth, "Just turn around."
Puck turned the car fast, making Rachel fall over in the backseat.
Santana hopped out of the car and ran towards the house.
"HURRY THE HELL UP SAN!"Puck called after her and she gave him the finger before she disappeared behind the front door.
Puck growled in his seat and gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
Santana ran into the kitchen and grabbed the phone off the counter.
"I left my cell" She waved it in her mothers direction. Shelby looked back but she was immersed in a phone conversation. Santana was about to leave but stopped when she noticed her mothers expression, a bad feeling creeping its way into her stomach. She knew her mom and as she studied her face she just knew something was definitely up. Shelby hung up the phone and Santana watched her mother's knuckles turn white as she gripped the counter.
"Mom?"
Shelby ran her hands through her hair and lifted her head up. She sighed as she saw the concerned look settling on Santana's face.
"What happened? Who was on the phone?" Santana asked.
Shelby took a deep breath, bracing herself, "That was your father."
Santana froze.
"He wants to see you kids." Shelby studied her daughters face and watched as it slowly went from shock to anger.
"Well he can go fuck himself." Santana spat
"Santana Language." Shelby said.
"No mom I swear to God" Santanas body shook.
"Hey hey I know." Shelby walked over and embraced her daughter, running her hand soothingly through her hair, "Believe me. I know" She whispered.
Just then they heard a loud and long car horn and Shelby cupped her daughters face.
"Go before your brother wakes up the whole neighborhood. We'll talk about this later okay." Shelby kissed her daughters forehead and pulled her into one final hug, "Good luck at school today and please, please keep an eye on your sister." Shelby's face was etched with worry.
"You know I will" Santana hugged back and kissed her mom on the cheek.
"Oh and San," Shelby started but was interrupted by her daughter.
"I know. Don't worry... I won't tell her."
Shelby sighed and made a weak attempt at a smile. "I love you. Now go. Forget about the phone call and have a good day."
"Love you too mom." Santana's mouth formed into a half smile and she walked out of the kitchen.
Shelby heard the front door close. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she heard Santana yelling at her brother to calm down, she waited and listened for the roar of the mustang to drive down the street.
Once it was out of earshot Shelby sighed and slowly slid to the floor, the phone gripped tightly in her hand and a single thought formed inside her head.
Shit.