Author's note: Ugh, I can't believe I didn't finish this chapter sooner! I blame my procrastination problems. Anyways this is when the drama and hilarity begins to ensue because *cue dramatic music* Rachel's moving in!

Rachel

The day had come. I was moving in with my mother. The two weeks since my dads first told me had flew by and now here I sat in the back seat of my dads' Lexus on the way to my mom's house. Apparently she'd been in town for over a week moving into her new house.

"I'm telling you, it won't be that bad." My dad, Hiram said to me as he turned onto a residential street. The houses were smaller than those found on Dudley road but seemed more like they were for families.

"What about my car?" I asked. I had left it in our driveway when my dads insisted they would drive me to my mom's house.

"you can go get it when you get the rest of your things." My dad, Leroy told me. It seemed like they were just making things more difficult by driving me. I sighed and looked out the window to see the neighborhood. I was pretty sure we were fairly close to Mr. Schuester's apartment. I'd only been there a few times but the neighborhood was familiar to me.

"Rachel, we know you aren't happy with us but will you promise us something?" Hiram asked. I crossed my arms and said with thick sarcasm,

"Of course. I'll do whatever you want since you guys have been soo awesome lately." my dads ignored that.

"Please try to stay out of trouble. We realize you're upset with us but we don't want you doing something you'll regret in the future." Hiram said. I rolled my eyes.

"And what kind of stuff would that be?" I asked. I realized I was being bitchy but at the moment I didn't care. Leroy turned his head so he could look me in the eye. Unfortunately for him I had my dark sunglasses on so he didn't know if I was looking him in the eye or not(I actually was but that's beside the point).

"No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, no ritual animal slaughters of any kind. Oh, God, I'm giving her ideas!" He said in an attempt to be forceful. I laughed hysterically. If they thought that I would actually slaughter an animal in a satanic ritual then they obviously don't know their own daughter. And I'd already done three of the other five things he listed(two if you don't count Vitamin D as a drug).

"Rachel we're serious! I know you hate us at the moment but we are still your parents and you have to listen to what we tell you." Hiram all but shouted. I could tell they were getting mad.

"And you have to do what Shelby tells you as well. You're living with her so you have to follow her rules." Leroy added. I rolled my eyes.

"Why should I? she didn't want to be a mother to me a year ago. Maybe I don't want her to be a mother to me now." I said defiantly. It was true. It seemed as though my mother only wanted to be my mother when it was convenient for her. So what was stopping me from only being a daughter to her when it was convenient for me?

"Rachel Barbra Berry! You will behave yourself while we're gone! If we hear otherwise, we won't pay for your college tuition next year and that means you will not be going to New York!" Hiram yelled. I froze. That was the worst possible threat anyone could give me and my dads knew it. Being stuck in Lima would be absolutely awful. Unlike Quinn, I couldn't stand to have a mediocre life as a housewife or a real estate agent. I would probably end up killing myself.

Just as my dad, Hiram's began to fade back to it's normal color(it had gone red while he was yelling at me), he stopped in front of a pretty, two story yellow house.

"We're here." He announced in a monotone. I stopped myself from making a sarcastic remark like, "Oh really?" or "No this is the Gershwin Theatre." I didn't need to make them madder at me. They would probably send me to a Jewish convent in Israel as punishment or something. So I stayed quiet and got out of the backseat. It was incredibly hot out so stepping out of the air-conditioned car was like going from a refrigerator to an oven. My dads even commented on it when they were getting my stuff out of the trunk. It was only some of my clothes and a few essentials. I would go back to my house for the rest in a few days.

My dad Leroy rolled my biggest suitcase(containing my clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush, and other items) behind him while my dad, Hiram handed me my duffle bag with everything I couldn't live without, like my DVD of Funny Girl and my iPod. I looked into the trunk to see if I was missing anything.

"Rachel!" I heard a familiar voice call happily from the door. I turned towards the house and plastered a smile onto my face. My mother was walking towards us, a brunette toddler in her arms. To say you can tell she's my mother would be an understatement. We look so much alike that I wonder if I got either of my dads DNA."Hi, Mom!" I greeted her happily. It wasn't exactly her fault I was here so I wasn't going to be horrible to her(especially since my dads were still there waiting for my next slip-up to force me to attend Dayton Community College next year instead of Juilliard or Tisch at NYU). I set my duffle bag down on the ground so I could hug her. She moved the girl to one arm so she could hug me with the other.

"Hi guys." she greeted my dads kindly. I had to give her credit, she did a good job hiding her true feelings. Sadly, I didn't inherit that particular trait.

"It's good to see you in person again, Shelby." Leroy said.

"Yeah, how long has it been? Seventeen years?" My mom asked. My dads smiled awkwardly. Their old contract was the reason for it.

"Yes, something like that." Hiram said through his teeth. No matter how much they tried to hide it, it was clear my mom and my dads didn't like each other. My mom didn't like my dads because of their contract that kept her away from me for so long and my dads didn't like my mom because she(kind of) violated that contract. I swear, if Jerry Springer was still on TV, I would sign us up because if we aren't a dysfunctional family, I don't know what is. After a few moments of awkward silence, my dad Leroy looked at his wristwatch and announced,

"Well, we'd better get going. Our plane leaves in a few hours." with that, he hugged me tight. I fought back tears. Even though they were severely damaging my life, I still loved my dads. Leroy let go of me after a few seconds so Hiram could hug me goodbye as well. Leroy handed my mom an envelope.

"Be good." Hiram called as the two of them got back into the car.

"I will." I said as I wiped a single tear from my eye. I felt my mom put her hand on my shoulder as I watched their car disappear in the distance. I took a deep breath before I picked up my duffle bag with one hand and grabbed the handle of my roller suitcase with the other.

Shelby

I was so happy to see Rachel again. She hadn't changed much since I'd last seen her but I could tell she had matured. Thinking of that was depressing. It made me feel old. After Rachel's dads had left she watched their car drive away with a surprising lack of emotion. What Will had told me about her over a year ago was that she was like me but more fragile. However, at the moment when I expected her to break down sobbing, she instead just picked up her bags and asked,

"So where will I be staying?"

"You have your own room. Right next to mine." I said as I led her into the house. In the time I'd been there I'd managed to unpack almost all of my stuff but a few boxes remained in the living room. The Ikea furniture was all freshly unboxed and in its place. I had to admit, this was the type of house I'd dreamed of having as a little girl. I even had the two daughters I always wanted. The only thing missing was the perfect husband.

I noticed Rachel looking around at everything.

"Do you like it?" I asked. She smiled slightly and nodded. Considering the fact that Rachel is my daughter, she was being incredibly quiet. "There's two bathrooms. One's back there." I told her and pointed to a closed door near the stairs. "and the kitchen is through there." I nodded towards the kitchen, obviously visible from where we stood. Just as Rachel and I had made it up the stairs, Beth began to squirm in my arms. She was getting tired. I was going to put her down for her nap. I turned to the first door to the right of the stairs.

"This is Beth's room." I told Rachel before I opened the door. I had just painted the walls a few days before. It was then that Rachel finally decided to speak up.

"Do you think you used enough pink for her room, mom?" she asked sarcastically. She was referring to the pink walls, crib, and everything else that was pink in Beth's room. Pretty much the only thing that wasn't pink was the grayish carpet.

"She's a one year old little girl, Rachel. There's no such thing as enough pink." I said as I laid Beth down in her crib.

"True." She agreed. "In fact my room looked a lot like this when I was little. Except there were stars all over the walls." she smiled as she remembered her childhood. An odd wave of happy and sad swept over me when Rachel spoke of that part of her life. I was happy because she had a good life, her fathers took care of her, they gave her all the love she could ever want. I was sad because I was never a part of her life, I was merely the woman who carried her for nine months and nothing more. I often wonder if Quinn, Beth's birth mother has the same feelings. Rachel broke my train of thought.

"So are you going to show me my room now?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said. "I have a feeling you'll love it." I added as the two of us left Beth's room. Rachel's room is right across the hall from Beth's. I opened the door to it and let Rachel step in first. I didn't know her favorite color so I chose one of mine to paint the walls. A light mint green. It went well with the hardwood floors(the reason why this was Rachel's room and not Beth's). I'd also furnished Rachel's room with a queen sized, four poster mahogany bed, a matching dresser and desk, and a twenty inch TV mounted on the wall. In an attempt at a bribe I'd also gotten her a top of the line stereo, a keyboard, and an Epiphone EJ-200 acoustic guitar(even though I was pretty sure she didn't play either).

"So what do you think?" I asked after she'd had a moment to see everything. Instead of saying anything she turned around and hugged me tightly. "Can I take that as a yes?" I asked after she let go of me. She nodded before going over to the guitar.

"I don't play." she confessed as she ran her hand over the stings. It was worth a try. My parents were never able to bribe me when I was sixteen so I suppose Rachel isn't any different.

"Thanks." Rachel said after a second. "I always considered learning to play an instrument. It shows that I'm multitalented to casting directors and record companies." I smiled at this. It sounded like something a younger version of me would say.

I offered to help Rachel unpack some of her things. She accepted. I helped with the clothes in her suitcase while she put the things from her duffle bag into designated places. With the two of us working together, we managed to get done in about twenty minutes. After Rachel had put her iPod Touch down on her nightstand she sat on the edge of the bed.

"So what have you been up to all this time?" she asked. I was taken off guard. I thought of one of the many things I'd done in the fourteen months since I'd last seen my daughter.

"I worked on Broadway." I said. It sounded the most exciting. As soon as I said, Broadway, Rachel's eyes lit up.

"Really?" She asked. "What show?" It was the first time I'd seen Rachel so excited. I shrugged.

"I was just a choreographer for a show called, CrossRhodes." I said modestly. Rachel looked surprised.

"With April Rhodes?" she asked. I was a little bit surprised she'd heard of April. One of the reasons why the show wasn't a success(besides it being poorly written and the story being about an alcoholic woman in her late thirties who has slept with God knows how many men) is that April is pretty unknown. Well, not to the police but she's unknown to the general public.

"Uh, yes. How do you know about it?" I asked. Rachel shrugged.

"Well apparently Mr. Schuester went to high school with her so he let her join Glee Club sophomore year. She even tried to take my place." my daughter explained. I was surprised. Once, while April was drunk at a rehearsal, she said I looked like someone she met and then said something about the musical, Cabaret. Now I get that she was talking about Rachel. And from the way Rachel told me how she knew her, I had a feeling she didn't like April very much. I decided to change the subject.

"So after Beth wakes up, do you want to go get a snow cone?" I offered. Rachel's dads had emailed me a list of rules and things that I would need to know about her. One was that she's a vegan so I figured snow cones would be a better summer treat than ice cream for her.

"Snow cones?" Rachel asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." I said. I hoped that it would give me a chance to get to know Rachel a little more and she could get to know, Beth. The three of us needed to be able to get along if we were going to survive half a year together. Just talking about ourselves was step one.

Author's note: Again I'm sooo sorry this took so long. I've been having writers block. And in case you didn't already know, Rachel's dad's "No Drinking, No drugs,…." line was a direct quote from the 1999 film, 10 Things I Hate About You. If you haven't seen it, go watch it. It's incredibly funny.

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