A/N: I basically take free reign here, and give Rachel a background based on what we know about her. I hope it's interesting! :)

Disclaimer: Does Kurt have a boyfriend? No? There's your answer.

Warning: Homophobic slurs


POV: Rachel

8:22 a.m.

Rachel Berry knew what she wanted. She also knew exactly what she didn't want.

Being in detention definitely fell under that latter category.

It wasn't like she had actually done anything wrong. They were just upset over how much there was. But Rachel hadn't known it was a lot of pot. She had just asked for an ounce and handed over a couple hundred dollars.

Pot was expensive.

Having no previous experience with drugs, she hadn't known what to do with it and had stored it in her locker until she could somehow find out how to smoke it.

Apparently her locker had fallen open and the drugs had fallen out.

Because it was her first offense, she had just been given -and she groaned inwardly- triple Saturday detention.

But this part she did not mind. Because she was sitting directly behind one Finn Hudson.

And she could gaze at the back of that head all day.

Her mouth practically watered as she stared at his chocolate brown hair, just a little bit wavy, short but just long enough to run your fingers through…

She sat for a few minutes, trying to think of a way to bring him into a conversation. That is, until her fantasies were interrupted by a noise from the back of the room.

"Okay, who else is bored?" Noah Puckerman she thought to herself, trying to ignore him. "Hey, you." He called out again. Though she was itching to turn around and see who he was referring to, she used her incredible acting skills to pretend that she didn't even realize he was talking. "HEY! Hummel! I'm talking to you!" Oh. Rachel felt a little uncomfortable now. It was a well known fact that Puck (and several members of the football team) loved to harass Kurt Hummel for being gay.

Well, actually, he wasn't officially gay. He insisted that he was straight. But everyone knew he was just closeted. Look at what he wore, for heaven's sake.

Not that Rachel had a problem with homosexuals. In fact, she had two gay dads, and loved them more than she could ever have loved the mother who gave her up. No matter how much she longed to meet her…

And yes, in fact, she did wish to meet her birth mother. While her dad's were the greatest parents anyone could ask her, there was a hole in Rachel Berry's heart. A hole that she hadn't even known was there until it was pointed out to her in third grade.

Up until then, she knew that what she had as a family wasn't very common, but it was normal. Her fathers had taught her that she and anybody else could love whoever they wanted to love. So she didn't understand when kids started to make fun of her for having two dads.

"Your dads are fags!" One boy had called to her one day across the playground.

At the time she had no idea what it meant. How could she? But she could tell by the way others laughed and stared at her that it was bad.

She guessed it was a good thing, though. To escape the abuse that she received, she delved deeper and deeper into the dramatic arts. She discovered her phenomenal singing voice and that she had a knack for getting a crowd on her side. And she figured out how to pretend to be somebody else.

In middle school she had stopped telling people about her dads. She didn't have any friends, so there was no one going over to her house and seeing them. And the teasing had stopped. She had been so relieved.

That is, until she heard them talking about her one day.

"She's embarrassed by us." One of them whispered.

"No she's not."

"Yes, she is. She never brings anybody over here, she never talks about us to her friends…"

"Look. She's in middle school. She's going into high school in just a few months. It's got to be hard, having two gay dads instead of regular parents."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Sometimes I feel like she would have been better off with a mother…" She had cried for hours that night. She hadn't known that they had realized what she was doing, and she was ashamed. And worst of all, they knew about her secret longing for the mom she had never known.

That's when she decided high school would be different. She wouldn't be ashamed anymore. Throwing herself even further into the arts, she had striven towards her dream, desperately longing to make them proud of her again.

And then she had gotten detention.

Rachel sighed.

No matter what she did, she always seemed to be disappointing her dads.

"What do you want, Puckerman?" Kurt's high pitched, I'm-so-much-better-than-you drawl broke her out of her stupor.

"You having a good time? Sitting in here surrounded by a bunch of guys and looking through your fashion magazines?" Rachel felt herself tense up as a spark of anger was lit inside her. She knew what was coming before he even said it.

"Fag."

Rachel stood so suddenly and with so much force that her chair went flying back and smashed into the ground.


A/N: I like Rachel and I wanted to give her a good reason for being so crazy. Please please please review! It makes me update faster!