NB: PLEASE READ: So I got a review this morning asking if I was serious, it was from a guest so I didn't know who it was. I'm guessing he/she meant about the 10 reviews thing I said last chapter. I said I would LIKE 10 reviews not that IF-I-DIDN'T-GET-10-REVIEWS-I-WON'T-UPDATE. I love writing and I write first and foremost for me and for everybody else second and I bet a lot of other authors agree with me on that point. It's a week before Christmas and there's so much to do, shopping, putting up the Christmas tree etc. So If it's been a while and I didn't update its not because I waiting for more reviews or punishing anybody, its 1 of 2 things, either 1: I'm busy and I don't have the time to write or 2: I died. In this case it is safe to say that it's the former. I guess my point is, is that as much as I would love to write all the time, I can't and I'm pretty sure a lot of people can agree with me on this. I apologise for ranting but I need to get this out there.

On another note I hope you enjoy this chapter, its small and kinda filler-ish but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Chapter 2: New Home?

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"Sweetheart, open your eyes, we're here," Rachel's father cajoled and she slowly blinked her eyes open. Raising her hand to her face she rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes and glanced out of the window of the car. She looked intently at the sign that read 'Welcome to Primrose Valley.'

When she discovered that they were going to be moving here she did a little research. Rachel Berry is nothing if not well informed. She discovered that Primrose was a little town situated in Lima, Ohio. It was quaint and mundane according to the pictures she found on google maps. Not to mention the town had a huge forest in their backyard.

Now looking at the buildings she realised everything she had read previously was right. They had passed a few restaurants, the library, a church, a huge shopping centre and few other stores before they crossed into Primrose.

In her opinion the town was dark and dreary and everybody minded everybody else's business.

A few minutes later they drove up their driveway into what could only be the new Berry residence. Their house was quite large but nothing compared to their San Francisco abode. Rachel felt like she didn't belong

Its colour comprised of two different browns, a softer lenient brown on the bottom half and a much darker tinge on the top layer. It had four steps at the front of the house, supported by two large pillars on the very last step. At the front top layer she could see the balcony of one of the bedrooms.

Pulling her pink trolley bag behind her she ascended the stairs, trailing behind her dads. Stepping over the threshold she was greeted with a complete set of sofa's surrounding the large surroundings. At the corner of the room was a large black piano. At the right of the room was a plain white door, no handle, to what she assumed led into the kitchen?

At the left of the house was a large flight of stairs. She made her way in that direction. She would explore the rest of the house a little later. She needed to be on her own for a while.

Climbing up the large flight of stairs she opened the door to the room just at the side of it but not before turning behind her and seeing the great expanse of a hallway which held the guest bedroom on one side and the bathroom right across from it. Further down the hall was probably the master suite.

Grabbing the door handle she let out a little breath, 'well here goes nothing' she thought. On the left side of the vast expanse was her bed, which adorned violet covers with an intricate black work that looked like vines on a tree. On either side of her bed was a night stand with a lamp atop it.

On the left of the room stood a large mirror and a desk stand for all her essentials and next to it was a large white door that probably led to the bathroom, she would look at that later. What she cared about was the considerable great window that overlooked the forest and below it was a simple yet beautiful window seat. Her parents actually listened to her. For the first time that day she smiled a genuine smile.

On either sides of the window seat laid a large shelf descended from the ceiling to the floor. It was segregated into differently shaped shelves. At the very top was a large cubicle divided in two parts that would hold a few prized ornaments. Below it was four horizontal narrow shelves for her books and music records and below that we two drawers completed the ensemble but her eyes never strayed far from the window seat.

When her dads told her that they were looking for a house and if there was anything she wished were in the house all she had asked for was for her room to have a window seat, like in their house in San Francisco and now looking at the window seat and the large window she was beyond happy that they actually listened to her.

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Looking around the room from where she was perched on the bed Rachel sighed in complete exhaustion. Her and her dads had just finished having dinner about two hours ago. They ordered take-out seeing as they never did any grocery buying yet and she just finished unpacking and organising all her drawers. If there was one thing the brown eyed girl was it was methodical. She planned and organised and carefully thought out everything before she acted. And just before she left San Francisco she planned to be fully unpacked and organised by the end of the first day in Lima.

She rarely took breaks, feeling that by unpacking everything t would make her feel more at ease in the new room. Looking at bare drawers made her feel bare and out of place and that was a feeling she didn't want to feel in her own room. She wanted to feel safe and comfortable.

She closed her eyes and let the lyrics of the song speak to her soul. If she didn't make it on Broadway (she definitely was going to make it) then she promised herself that she would become a songwriter. If she couldn't capture the world's attention by her voice then she would do so with her words.

When she listened to a song or watched a musical she wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to feel the way the performer felt. She wanted the words to speak to her soul, to feel the music in her veins because in her opinion that's what music really was about. Music has the ability to do wonderful things. For whatever you are feeling, sadness, happiness, regret, mourning, there is always a song to make it all better. And if she could make the world see that, if she could make the world believe then that would be the ultimate dream come true.

She opened her eyes when she heard the click of the door opening. It was her daddy and in his hand was a plate of chocolate chip cookies. "I come bearing goodies," he smiled before sitting at the edge of the bed and placing the plate in the middle. They both took one each and the teenage girl raised the confection to her lips while her daddy spoke, "wow you are already unpacked. You definitely got that from you dad. He is already done with the kitchen," he huffed humorously.

Rachel chided herself for the thoughtlessness, "Do you guys need any help?"

His answer was in the form of his head shaking from side to side, "no it late. I think we are going to turn in. We'll continue where we left off tomorrow."

Nodding in response she bit into her cookie halting in her chewing when she saw her father's face become serious, "sweetheart you are strong and beautiful and I know moving here was… is hard for you. Leaving behind everything that you know and grew up with for your dad and me,"

She opened her mouth to interrupt him, to tell him not to apologise but he held is hand up firmly to stop her, "let me finish, I have a feeling that this place is where we belong. Baby promise me you will give this place a chance. Promise me you will give yourself a chance to blossom here?"

She could never resist her father, either one of them, "I promise," she whispered. He smiled at her answer, got up from the bed and picked up the plate that held the left over cookies.

Kissing her forehead he said, "goodnight sweetheart, love you," before turning around and making his way out of her room but not before turning her light off plunging the room into darkness, "goodnight daddy, love you too." she smiled before she walked over to her window to close the blinds. Before closing it she glanced at the moon, hanging high above in the night sky, for some odd reason the presence of the moon, with its white light shining upon the world, comforted her. She knew that it was just a rock in the sky but to her it was more than that. She always felt calmer and more in tune with the world when she was looking at it and she couldn't explain that connection, only that it was there and that she didn't want to stop feeling like that when she looked at it. Ducking under the covers with a smile on her face she closed her eyes for some much needed rest.

Unbeknownst to her there was also someone else who was gazing at the moon the precise time she was doing it only he had a little bit more understanding than her. The boy sighed longingly at the giant ball of light whispering, almost as if he was having a conversation, "I do not know where you are," "I don't even know who you are," he scoffed, "but I miss you…"

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The family of three spent the rest of the week unpacking at organising throughout the entire house. The petite girl smiled as her dad danced and sang to Bob Segar's Old Time Rock And Roll while her and her daddy laughed at his antics. Rachel definitely didn't get her singing ability from him. He was extremely tone deaf and couldn't dance to save his life but she loved him anyway even if he was shaking his hips quite comically in front of her. This was probably the longest time she spent in their presence in like 6 months and she loved it.

Who knew that to bring this small family together all they had to clean and organise their own house?

These past few days they did grocery shopping, arrange the sofa's in the living room, decorated the dining room and stacked the kitchen, all mundane tasks yet Rachel would never forget this week, never forget the feelings she experienced.

She smiled when her daddy went to join her dad in his singing and dancing routine. A few minutes later they offered their hands for her to take. She laughed and placed each of her small dainty hands in theirs thinking 'maybe Primrose Valley is just what they need.'

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So how was it? Did you like it? Let me know. I know there was no Sam but please be patient he'll be here when he is ready.

Thanks for reading…

Miss Keri Baby…