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Its ridiculous! Rachel thought. She and the mystery boy had spoken for the better part of two hours, and she didn't have one teensy bit of information on him! What did that vendor say his last name was? Hider? Hunter? Hudson! He said Hudson. Well, that was something.

When she woke up the next morning, her stomach began to ache with hunger. She reached inside her pocket and ate a few Sour Patch Kids, letting her mind wander to his ridiculously brown eyes. To her right, Belle was comfortably nuzzled up next her. She stroked the puppy's ear.

"Hey, it's the dog!" She heard someone yell harshly. Rachel turned her head, and saw two grown men in camouflage green uniforms, holding a small net, and pointing at Belle.

"Excuse me, little girl." They shoved Rachel aside and grabbed Belle, stuffing her in the net. "Hey! That's my dog!" She protested. One of the men, with curly red hair, adopted a bored expression. "Oh, really? Where's herleash and license?" He asked.

Her what?! She thought. "I left his leash and license at home! Please don't take him! Our father can't see, and we're training her to guide him to work! If he can't work, he can't earn money, and we won't have anywhere to live!" She lied smoothly, surprised at how quickly she thought of that. Realizing that she had made fake tears come to her eyes, she wiped them.

The other man, a raven haired one, sighed and passed the dog to her. "Alright. You've got a dog. Now get home and give him a leash and license." He said.

Rachel nodded. "Yes, sir!"

The two men left, and Rachel walked on by herself, enjoying all the sights. It was early in the morning. She didn't know the exact time, but it was probably around seven.

She was happily roaming free, until she caught a cop staring intently at her. Growing anxious, she tried to walk away briskly, but he followed. Catching up to the short girl easily, he grasped her arm tightly.

"Good morning officer. Anything I can do for you?" She asked good-naturedly.

"Aren't you one of Miss. Sylvester's orphans?" He asked. Rachel shook her head, as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Yes, Miss. Sylvester told me about you. Said you tried to get away. Now, I don't like that woman, but my hands are tied." Rachel observed him. He seemed nice, but slightly oblivious to the world around him. He was Indian, and Rachel recalled him coming to the orphanage a couple of times. His name was Officer Figgins, she believed.

"I, but, please don't take me back there!" She beseeched.

"I'm sorry, little one." He lead her to he orphanage and knocked on the door. Sue opened, not even slightly groggy at seven thirty in the morning, dressed in a red track suit and drinking some horrifying oozy liquid.

"You!" She pointed, shoving Rachel inside. She glared at her before turning to Figgins. The brunette ran into the living room of the creaky old house, where the rest of the orphans were.

"Looks like Manhands didn't last two days in the real world." Santana sneered.

"Shut up Santana!" She yelled.

"R-Rachel, w-what happened?" Tina asked her. Forgoing her usual glare when Tina fake stuttered, she explained her adventure. Leaving out the mystery boy, of course.

"But you want to know the best part?" She asked with a smirk. They all eagerly nodded, and Rachel brought out Belle from under her rags. Kurt was the first to approach the dog, rubbing her head softly, and hugging Rachel.

Then the girls instantly melted. "What's her name?" Brittany asked.

"Guess." Rachel challenged.

"Rainbows?" She asked. Mercedes rolled her eyes as she looked at the white and gray puppy. "Rainbows? That ain't a name for this mutt!" She said, laughing.

"So how about Champion?" Quinn asked, singing.

Santana chuckled. "Champion you're anything but!" She said. They all glared at her. "We could call her tiger!" Tina sung.

"But there's no bite in her!" Kurt protested.

"Tiger?" Santana sneered. "Kittens would frighten her!"

"Rover!" Kurt offered, standing up on the chair. "Why not think it over?" The girls murmured in agreement. "Rover is the perfect name for this dumb looking pup!" They all sang.

Rachel sighed, walking over to her dog. "Belle. Belle is her name, if you please." She said. When she saw all the dubious looks, she added. "If you don't believe me, ask any one of the fleas."

"Residing on Belle!" She sang.

"True she ain't pedigreed." Mercedes joined in.

"Belle, there ain't no better breed!" They all chimed in. "And she, really comes in handy! 'Specially when you're all alone in the night, and you're small and terribly frightened it's Belle!"

Rachel smiled, as the puppy licked her face. "Belle who'll always be.. There." She finished.

"What is this?!" Sue asked, entering. Rachel quickly put Belle in back of her, but the puppy jumped out and ran to Sue, yapping gleefully.

"There are no dogs allowed. First thing tomorrow morning, this thing is going straight to the sausage factory!" She growled.

"No!" The kids yelled.

Sue turned around slowly. "What was that?"

"We love you Miss. Sylvester." They chorused. "Rotten orphans." She muttered.


Emma Pillsbury walked out of the limousine and knocked on the door to the musky orphanage. The door opened, revealing Sue.

"I don't give money and I don't buy raffle tickets." She snarled, trying to close the door. Emma stopped her.

"Sue Sylvester? I'm with the board of administration." She said, smiling kindly.

Sue blanched. "I swear, I had no idea that kid was out! She's crafty, I tell you." Emma gave her a confused look.

"I'm here to choose an orphan. I'm the secretary to Shelby Corcoran." She added.

"The Shelby Corcoran?!" Sue asked. Emma nodded. "Miss. Corcoran wishes to invite an orphan to stay with her for two weeks. They'll be there for Christmas." The red head explained.

Sue nodded, and helped her inside. Emma had to refrain from wiping the walls and the floor and basically, the whole building. She saw a boy cleaning a window and a girl mopping the floor. There was one kid in particular who stood out. She was short, had long brown hair and bangs, and dark brown eyes. She was quite average looking, but something about her had piqued Emma's interest.

Sitting down in Sue's office, the two began to talk.

"Now, what kind of orphan would you like?" Sue asked, as if she was asking Emma her order.

"Um, well, Miss. Corcoran just needs, I mean, wants a girl, I guess." She said nervously, not exactly sure how to answer to her question.

Sue shrugged nonchalantly. "It's your funeral."


The orphanage was abuzz, after seeing the woman with whom Sue was talking to. The six girls sat in a circle, with Kurt in the middle.

"Ok, I heard that she's some kind of assistant to a big-shot actress." He explained.

"Then what the heck is she doing here?!" Mercedes asked.

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know." He admitted.

"I can go check it out, if you like." Rachel offered, stroking Belle. She had found the pup locked in the bathroom and had taken her out.

The group nodded, and Rachel sneaked over to the offices. She listened in on the conversation. "Corcoran... Orphan.. Invite...Two weeks..." Was what she heard. Piecing everything together, she quietly opened the door.

Thankfully, Sue's back was to her, but Emma could see her. "Any specific orphan?" Sue asked.

Rachel looked at her pleadingly, twirling her hair around. "Well." Emma began. "Miss. Corcoran prefers brunettes with brown eyes." Rachel beamed and motioned to her height.

"And, she likes short ones. Possibly 4'5?" She asked. Rachel nodded.

"Hmm, we don't have anyone that short, sorry." Sue said, skipping Rachel's file. The brunette glared at her, and Emma sighed. "Are you positive?"

"Yes." Sue said.

Rachel stepped forward. "Miss. Sylvester, Kurt injured his hands wiping the windows." She said innocently, winking at Emma inconspicuously.

"Well, what about this little girl?" Emma asked, smirking Slightly.

Sue faltered. "Uh, no. See, she's a trouble maker! Uh, a drug dealer." She said. Emma quirked her eyebrow. "You see, she can't go because she's also my little girl."

"Really?" Emma asked. "I remember the board telling me that you had no children." Sue sighed.

"Ok, this kid has got what's coming to her. You can't have her!" She snarled.

"Sue, I remember Miss. Corcoran telling me how many people she had lined up for your job." Emma said laughing inwardly as Sue's eyes bugged out. "Its a horrible time to be unemployed, don't you think?"

"I, uh. Fine." She shoved Rachel over to Emma. "Here, you can have her."

"Can Belle come with me?" Rachel asked, pulling out the puppy. Emma smiled sadly. "I don't think so."

"Then I'm not going." Rachel whispered. "She said that she was going to take her to the sausage factory."

Emma's heart swelled, and she nodded. "Then I guess we can't leave her behind!"

Rachel smiled at the red haired woman. "Thank you!" She said. Emma grinned. "Go get your coat."

"Coat?" Sue asked. "Why would a kid need a coat?!" Emma glared at her, then turned to Rachel. "We'll get you one at Bloomingdales." She told her.

"Thank you Miss..." She trailed off.

"Pillsbury. Emma Pillsbury."

"Thank you Miss. Pillsbury. I'm Rachel." She introduced. "Well Rachel, I hope you're ready for the time of your life!"

"Oh, I am!"


Right! Next chapter, Rachel heads over to the Corcoran Mansion, and is greeted by a special guest...

Oh, and Im going to Cuba in the last few weeks of July for a month, so I'll try and update everyday Until I leave! But, it's going to be five reviews until the next chapter! Favorite lines?

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