YEGGOOOOOOOOOO! So it has been a while, how have you all been? Since I'm in my summer holidays and have decided to become fried chicken every bloody day and do nothing throughout the day, I might as well start back on Fanfiction. My other stories however are making progress... verre verre slowly.

But never fear, this is why THIS story was made... the plot wouldn't leave me alone, so I just had to type it out to leave my conscience. And now that it is out, its time to fill the brain (and stomach) up... where is the icecream my mum just bought? Hmmm...

Disclaimer: Like I could ever come up with the concept of a high school glee club dealing with everyday situations and problems. Not only will I be well known, potatoes will be thrown at me. I rather eat the potatoes thankyou very much!


"When I wake up in the morning light, I put on my jeans and I feel alright… I put my blue jeans on, I put my old blue jeans on!" sang (more like screamed) a teenaged girl, running down the lengthy hallway in her matching fairy floss pyjamas and entering the first room she came across, proceeded to jump madly on the bed… waking and startling the occupant on said bed.

"Rachel honey, why are you jumping on my bed at… seven in the morning?" the occupant on the bed questioned in a groggy tone, not amused that he was woken up so early.

"Good morning dad, I apologize for this behaviour of mine, but don't you know what today is?" she squealed, choosing to ignore the tone of his voice. Rachel knew her actions today were uncalled for, but she couldn't help it. Today was an exception… as was every other day, she mused to herself humorously.

"Yes I do, today is the day I was going to sleep in until midday. Well today was the day, until someone jumped on my bed and woke me from my peaceful slumber," her dad replied with, annoyance still intact in his speech.

"Once again, I apologize for waking you up at this hour. I know you enjoy snoozing in on weekends, particularly on Sundays, and given that you work long periods each weekday since you are in charge of personal matters and all, its just that today is finally here!" Rachel beamed, continuing to bounce up and down on her father's bed.

Before her dad could question his daughter as to what today exactly was, his bedroom door burst open to reveal a man holding a tennis racquet for a weapon, breathing erratically. "Hiram, I heard screaming down the hall while I was brushing my teeth. Is everything alright?"

Rachel halted her leaping on the bed and turned to the other man with a smile on her face. "Good morning to you too daddy and I am remorseful for my alarming shrieks and all but I am just so excited!"

Both her fathers stared at each other from where they were positioned, having an internal conversation with the other as to what their daughter was jubilant about. After a moment of silence, Hiram was the brave one to break it while shifting his position on the bed. "Star, what has made you shine more brightly than the sun today?"

Rachel's smile got so wide she would have made the Cheshire cat proud. "Because there is going to be a musical marathon on television all day!"

Another round of silence, and then… "Honey, is that the reason why you raised your precious voice one octaves too high in this morn?" Leroy (her other father – the one holding the racquet) asked, fearing the answer from his daughter would be responded with exhilaration and a flair of dramaticness.

"Of course daddy!" Rachel exclaimed, emphasizing her point by moving her hands about. Leroy was indeed correct – she would. "These are legendary musicals we are talking about!"

Hiram groaned and fell back onto his soft pillows mumbling, "Here we go again," while Leroy opened the bedroom door and shouted to no one, "Don't worry, it was just another false alarm!"

Hiram pinched the bridge of his nose, dreading the response before he even began his question. "Does this have anything to do with all the printed articles of New York scattered and plastered around our fortress by any chance?"

He peeked from where he lay to take a glimpse at Rachel. Her mocha irises may show how innocent she was in the matter, but her forming smile gave it away. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Despite annoyed by the fact he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, Hiram perched himself up on his bed again and immediately regretted being all grouchy towards Rachel. She wasn't doing any harm, just merely expressing her love for some of her favourite musicals at seven in the bloody morning. He understood why she made her squeals of delight, heck he did something similar to that at her age as well… if a discounted Ralph Lauren shirt was classified as the same thing as a musical. He smiled sympathetically at his daughter, patting the spot next to him for her to join him in the bed. Rachel giggled while making her way towards her father, noticing his failed attempt to cover up a yawn. Once she made herself comfortable amongst the warm and cosy blankets, Hiram wrapped an arm around the brunette girl's shoulder. "Pumpkin, your father and I know how much you love musicals and how much you want to reach your ambitions, but-"

She shook her head. She knew where this conversation was going. It was for her to convince her fathers otherwise. "I know dad, I've heard it once too many times. It's just that… I want to be a star, I want to have my name flashed in neon lights, I want to be on Broadway, and I want to win an EGOT and more trophies as recognition for my hard work and determination while achieving my dreams at the same time. I want to accomplish all of these goals and dad, what better way to start than in New York?" Hopefully her fathers had caught on to that not-so-subtle hint.

"Honey," Leroy began to say, gently shutting the varnished oak doors and making his way towards the duo in the bed. "As much as we support anything and everything you decide and do, you know this is the absolute one thing we would love to give to you, but we can't."

"But why daddy? Why not?" Rachel inquired, not comprehending why they were saying no to her simple request.

"Now that you are officially eighteen and you have gotten your high school diploma through homeschooling, you have more lessons and duties to attend to. Everyone will want to know what you do every second of every minute of every hour of every day, and it is not going to stop there. At your age, you will have to be present at functions, galas, interviews, grand openings, and among other events," Hiram explained to the girl, reciting the exact same words his parents told him when he was Rachel's age. Talk about irony.

"But it is my dream," she whispered, fearing if she spoke the words out loud, she would break down on her father's bed. Maybe she should, if it will get them to change their minds.

Leroy smoothed down her silky chocolate hair and tucked a delicate strand behind her left ear. "I guess what your father is trying to say is, now is not the right time."

How dare her fathers say it is not the right time, it was the perfect time to start anew! "But now is a great time to commence and have a fresh beginning. I have obtained my high school diploma; and it is not too late for me to enrol into college in New York. I've gone through the criteria and I meet all the prerequisites, and some of my extra-curricular activities I have undertaken in my adolescent stages of life count as a bonus for the theatre courses, so the probability that I get accepted are extreme. Oh, and I will make new friends that will help me get settled in the city where dreams are made of."

Both her fathers shook their heads. "There is too much of a risk. Your life would be in grave danger, mostly due to the fact that no one will be around to protect you. New York might be a city, but it is a huge city and it is pretty easy for someone to get lost in big cities, especially in one they are not familiar with," Leroy clarified, knowing his little girl wouldn't give up without a fight. She may be stubborn, but she was also persistent and he had to give her credit for that.

"But Star, there are colleges that have the same courses you want to do in New York here, and all your friends will be here," Hiram added, pulling away to grab a tissue and sneeze.

As much as she loved her fathers, they just didn't understand. Rachel couldn't lose this battle, she just couldn't, but she was running out of ideas to prove otherwise. "I'll have Blaine come with me," she suggested, hoping they would consider the fact that if she couldn't go alone, then maybe her cousin would be allowed to tag along as a friend and a bodyguard.

"Pumpkin, Blaine may be your cousin, but he has his own life to live. He begins college very soon, and you wouldn't want him to defer because of you," Leroy remarked. "Even if he did want to come with you, how are you going to explain the whole issue with Aunty Hannah? Trust me when I say it is not easy to convince Blaine's mother with a request such as this. I had to endure a lot from her, not just because we are siblings. She was tough as nails when I babysat you two as babies. Heck, she scolded me over the phone yesterday just because Maria served him ice-cream for breakfast!"

Rachel recounted the memory of her family's employee serving him chocolate surprise with freshly-made brownies, giggling at the expression of Blaine's face as he engulfed her simple yet delicious dessert for breakfast. Bless her soul, she reflected. Maria's food was exactly the same as how babies loved to play with Fisher Price toys – it was just that amazing.

"And even if we both agree darling, you know you would have to convince and say everything you have told us to Uncle Bart," Leroy affirmed her, shifting his position to closely observe her reaction to what he just said.

Rachel's smile died down after her daddy mentioned her Uncle Bart. She completely forgot about him – well not really, since it was his home her dads and herself were staying at, but she did neglect the fact that she had to run this plan to him as well. After all, he was 'the man of the house', so to speak. Knowing she had lost this war, she began to sulk, her happiness a moment ago now felt like a figment of her imagination. "It's not fair."

Not knowing what to do to comfort his angel, Leroy placed a fatherly kiss on her head. "Nothing is ever fair darling. If it is any consolation, I would have never married your father if it meant taking away your dreams," he declared, giving a glare to his partner, who in return gave a flabbergasted expression.

"It's not my fault my family is well-known, more or less the head of state," Hiram defended, although he knew his minor quarrel with his partner wasn't helping Rachel at all. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder again, his hand on his other arm running up and down her shoulder blades.

"We're sorry pumpkin. Maybe next time when you are older, but not now. You're just too young to go to New York now, especially when you have to deal with becoming our future leader," Leroy simplified, kissing his daughter again on the head, knowing his actions revealed how sad he was to not give Rachel the one thing she loved.

Rachel blinked back tears and gave her dads a beaming smile, what occurred moments before forgotten. "It is alright daddy, I comprehend what you and dad are attempting to voice. And you are right, there is always next time. Now if you excuse me, I will leave the two of you back to your previous tasks before I caused a ruckus, and will commence my future star in the making ambition by singing along to High School Musical on the television."

With that said, she kissed both her dads on the cheek, crawled discreetly out of their bed and dejectedly made her way towards the exit of their bedroom, secretly hoping one of her fathers would tell her that she was allowed to go to New York and achieve her dreams, but the moment never came.

"Have fun. Oh, and sing Breaking Free with extra pizazz for me darling," she heard Leroy shout to her, while Hiram called out to her that Uncle Bart was expecting to see her in regards to "your princess lessons, princess", just as she moderately closed the door.

Rachel always liked it whenever her fathers, other family members and her family's workers would call her a princess and use it in a humorous way, but hearing it in this context… it hurt. Why? Because she was a princess.

Metaphorically.

Figuratively.

Literally.

And for a princess, Racheline Barbra Berry did not get her way for the first time. And it sucked eggrolls.


"Life is a cabaret old chum, life is a- come on Rach, sing along with me!" a teenaged boy euphorically shouted, heading towards the other brunette in the room who was skimming through a New York magazine.

"Thankyou for asking Blaine but no thankyou," Rachel mumbled, sighing as she saw an article of New York's Time Square, and a poster of the famous attraction on the next page.

"It couldn't have gone that bad," Blaine assured her, trying to pull the magazine out of her grasp.

"It went terrible Blaine!" Rachel exclaimed, shoving the magazine to her cousin and pacing madly around her bedroom. Out of all the things to not be allowed to get, it was her own dream. She knew she was making a big deal out of it, but she couldn't help it. She was overreacting and she didn't care. To her, this was the end of the world. "I don't get it. They have supported me for everything I have done ever since I was an infant to my adolescent teenaged girl stage. They were there when I won the cutest baby competition when I was six months old, and they were there when I came first in Idol for seven consecutive years. Why can't they continue aiding me with my future?"

Blaine's orbs lay fixed on the picture of New York's Time Square, then back towards his gloomy relation. "They have to aid you with your future; you are the future queen of the province anyway. You do know you only won the cutest baby award because it was a present to you for your sixth month birthday, and it was not Idol you came first for!" he added, lightly punching Rachel's arm.

In return, she swatted his hand away, a tiny grin present on her lips. "So it was Princess Idol I won for seven years straight. Either way, it still proves I have what it takes to be a star, especially in New York. I know they have to guide me since I am going to rule this country one day, it's just, I feel like I'm missing so much from this world."

"You know that you are famous already right?" Blaine questioned, deeply wondering if his cousin had gone a bit too hungry for fame and narcissistic since the last time he saw her.

"Yes Blaine, I know I am well known, but I rather be known for my talent rather than the fact that I wear a silver crown on my head. I'll always be a princess based on my personality and my choice of 'lifestyle', and for that I will never be taken seriously. By achieving my desires to go to New York, I can prove to everyone that I have what it takes to make it on my own," Rachel explained, voicing the speech she was planning to tell her Uncle Bart's staff about her New York wish if her fathers had approved. Since that didn't go according to plan, Blaine was as good as it was going to get.

In response, Blaine cocked his head to the side, trying to figure Rachel out. "You actually think it is easy to live in a place like New York, more or less on your own." It was more of a statement rather than a question.

"Yes!" Rachel proclaimed, poking him hard on the chest. She seemed insulted that he would assume that she wouldn't be able to survive by her lonesome. "Daddy was a lawyer before he was what he is today."

"It has nothing to do with what I previously said, but yes that is true, but if I'm correct and I should be, your daddy is my Uncle Leroy, and he wasn't declared a royal when he was born. I don't think he is declared a royal at all, even though he married your dad," he remarked. She hated it when he was right.

Rachel pursed her lips in annoyance, not liking the memory that was forming in her mind. She always disliked the fact that her fathers were shunned not only by her dad's family, but by everyone else. According to daddy, her dad Hiram was the first royal ever to come out of the closet, and because of this, he was disgraced by his family and was disowned, not entitled to any fortune. Despite all this, he managed to survive on his own for a while, especially when everyone hated his kind. Eventually, her dad came across a lawyer and along the way, they both fell in love. Hiram's parents however, (aka. The king and queen) disapproved of the match and of their son so they banished him from the country. Since Hiram had no where else to go and no support from anyone except from Leroy, Hiram decided to go with Leroy's hometown in America and settle down, excluding himself from his past life. A few years later, they got married, lived happily, and were blessed with euphoria when she was born and they took care of her, treating her like an angel. They both didn't plan on telling her about her dad's past, not wanting her to be put through the same thing.

However, tragedy struck when Hiram's father died from liver cancer and then his mother from cardiac arrest a few days later, the latter due to too much stress and grief over the death of her husband. Everyone had expected Hiram to turn up to their funeral, but was all surprised to see that he was a no show. When it was time to read the King's will, it declared that Hiram's younger brother Bartholomew would inherit everything and be the next King, even inherit what was supposed to belong to Hiram. Even though he was wary on the issue of his younger brother's choices and sexuality, Bartholomew had wanted Hiram to come back to the country and give him what was rightfully his. It was all over the media – there was even a reward for anyone who had found the long, lost, gay son of the recently deceased King and Queen and brought him back to the new King. A lot of persuasion from Leroy later, Hiram, as well as Leroy and herself had appeared before his brother's very eyes, and Bartholomew had offered his older brother the title of being King. Hiram declined, handing the title to his brother. Though the two bickered over it, Bartholomew gradually accepted to be the King, only if the trio came to live with him in the huge palace, as an apology for everything that occurred in the past and let bygones be bygones. At the end of the day, an estranged family relationship was restored, and he was given peace at last, and treated with fairness, respect and equality.

And here they all were now a decade later and still going strong. She looked up to her dad for dealing with all the crap he had to endure, and for that she admired his determination. If he could face hate right in the face, stand with his own two feet, and survive on his own, she could do the exact same thing. Like father, like daughter. Now back to the conversation with her cousin. "Your statement about New York… what is your point about that?"

Blaine knew she must have recounted the whole ordeal regarding her dad being the first gay royal. Just like Rachel, Blaine also idolized him. He wished he could be like his uncle and… okay, back to the conversation with his princess cousin. "I'm just saying that even if you are rich or poor, the world is a harsh place to live in. No one is going to give you the things you want, you have to earn it. In order for you to become the future monarch, you have to take things seriously when it comes to pressing issues. You know, like attending royal galas in designer dresses, playing polo with fellow princes, meeting handsome and potential suitors, wearing a ring the size of a brick with a ravishing and matching Alexander McQueen dress that shows much more rump than Pippa Middleton…"

"Since when did you become one of my dear dads?" Rachel quizzed, laughing from where she stood. If there was someone that would cheer her up from her moody moods, it would always be Blaine. "You have been paying a lot of attention to my future haven't you?

A blush crept onto his slightly stubbled face, realizing some of the points he had just said – to his cousin no less. After observing that she hadn't actually put two-and-two together with his choice of words, he sighed in relief, not noticing he was holding his breath until that moment. "Well, I have to approve of your choices, especially your choice on the soon-to-be Mr Rachel Berry before he becomes married to you."

Rachel made her way towards her cousin, sitting back down on her plush cushion, tugging him along to join her. "Is there a description of my Mr Right?"

"Of course! He definitely has to be attractive," this resulted to a giggle from both cousins. "And that's it."

"That is all you can come up with? How conceited and self-involved are you?" Rachel snickered.

"He will be my cousin-in-law. I'm just telling you the number one requirement on my 'What my future cousin-in-law shall be' list," he affirmed with a satisfied smile on his visage.

Rachel giggled some more, her frustrations over not getting what she wanted forgotten. That was, until she saw the New York magazine in Blaine's grasped hands. "Do you think I would ever get to travel to New York for education purposes and the experience?"

"X-Ray," Blaine began to say, using his favourite nickname he liked to call Rachel. "Deep down, I know you will. We wouldn't be able to communicate as much due to our own personal lives, but that hasn't stopped us in the past. Even though you can become a famous singer/actor/dancer/theatre person here, I'm not one to stop you from going to places your heart desires. No matter what path you choose to do in the end and no matter what happens, you will be an amazing star."

Rachel turned to him and beamed as wide as her grin could go. "You mean that?"

Blaine returned her genuine smile. "Of course I do, you know I do. And you will make an equally amazing princess. I mean, you have everything you need in this palace alone. Heck, you have your own McDonalds in here, and you don't even eat their food because you're vegan! For having everything you require, I am zanily jealous of you. For not wanting to go where you want however… well not to be mean and rub it in, but it sucks to be you."


Even though Puck hasn't made an appearance in this story yet, you have to admit that OMABCDEFG he just gets finer and hotter everytime he appears on screen in the show.

Now what am I going to do now? HAVE A FRIENDS MARATHON WITH MY BEST FRIEND FOR LIFE - vanilla choc chip icecream! :D

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