Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm really sorry for the very long delay. I really don't have much of an excuse. A lot of things just got in the way including how my laptop got destroyed and how long I had to wait to get it back. This chapter was supposed to be longer but my files got corrupted thanks to my faulty laptop. I've been thinking of putting this on a hiatus, what do you guys think?

To one Richard Corcoran, he has been nothing but redundant when he thinks of that fateful day. It has been around twenty years since he had last seen his daughter. He thinks, feels, and questions a lot of what happened back then and they are mostly the same kinds of things that have plagued him for the past twenty years. Things such as the feelings of regret, pain,anger, and helplessness he had, he still has for having to watch his daughter leave.

It would be a lie to say that he only thinks of her sometimes.

In fact, he thinks of Shelby all the time. So much so that he couldn't help but compare her to the person he is looking at now. Shelby was but a year or two older (the last time he saw her)than the girl in the photograph that he was currently holding. That was just about how long he had waiting for this. The time that he would finally be able to take the chance to meet his granddaughter, his heir.

The name of the child and her face is something that he tries to forever imprint on his memory as he gazes longingly at the photo that the investigator he hired had given to him, along with other information about her.

"Rachel..." he tests saying the name on his lips as he whispers it to himself and continues to read everything about her; things like her birthday to the gay couple who were her father or the school she is currently attending.

"My granddaughter. We shall meet...soon...soon." he says almost like a promise he makes to himself.

Rachel Berry had woken up that Monday morning with much enthusiasm. During the weekend she prepared a list of potential songs that the glee club could perform. She couldn't wait to present them all to Mr. Schuester and the rest of the members of New Directions. So she naturally came into the halls of McKinley High with a little skip in her steps and swing to her hips as she walked her way to her locker. Her good mood would be obvious to anyone paying attention to the small brunette as she hummed a variety of songs that were no doubt part of the list she composed of.

Quinn Fabray had definitely noticed it as she watched the brunette pass by and practically skip her way towards the library like little red riding hood. It was while she had been rummaging her locker when she noticed the small diva. Not that she'd ever admit that she actually gives the diva even a fraction of her attention.

"I don't understand. What do you mean that his hands were tied?"

"Rachel, it is your decision...but...well...You're going to find that the Corcoran Family is bound by a certain set of rules. Rules, that you have yet to know or begin to understand. Your paternal grandfather was chained to obey them, regardless of his strong feelings of giving up on his daughter."

"Shelby had made the decision to cut everyone out, her family and friends included. She did so in order for her start anew. Despite her parents attempts to dissuade her from doing so, She felt that it was the only way to gain real freedom. My employers, Mr. Mrs. Corcoran loved...no...still love their daughter very much. They would have supported her dreams. However, it is sad to say that she felt that their support came with a price that she was unwilling to pay."

"Being their only daughter, had high expectations for her including that she uphold certain traditions. Shelby was a bright and brilliant girl. She was extremely exceptional at everything she put her mind into especially the performing arts. But she was quite a firecracker, that girl. She loved being too spontaneous at certain occasions that weren't well quite proper." he chuckles as if to hint.

"Quite the troublemaker." he said with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

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