The Nanny Chapter 4: DoReMi&Meeting Mr St James, a glee fanfic

Wow, two chapters in one day? Longest chapter so far. Keep reviewing.

Quinn made clothes for the children over night and the next day, her along with the children are heading to the city to Central Park. Quinn brings picnic baskets and her guitar. Not only He is a graduate of English Literature, but He also sings and plays guitar. The girls had a picnic while the boys threw a ball back and forth. Sarah lies on the ground and talks with Quinn.

"Ms. Fabray?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"Can we do this everyday?"

"Don't you think you would get tired of it Sarah?"

"I suppose so. Every other day?"

"I haven't had this much fun since the day we put glue on Ms. Johnson's toothbrush." James said and giggles.

"I can't understand why you play awful tricks on people."

"It's easy. It's the only way to get mother's attention." Lea said.

"Oh I see." Quinn looks at her guitar and came up with another idea.

"Okay everybody, lets sing something for Mr. St. James."

"We don't know any songs." Caleb said.

"Nothing?"

"And mother doesn't like us to sing. And we can't sing at all." Janelle said.

"Well we'll come up with something." Quinn tunes her guitar to a steady rhythm then starts to sing.

Let's start at the very beginning
A very good place to start
When you read you begin with ...

A-B-C

When you sing you begin with do-re-mi

Do-re-mi

Do-re-mi
The first three notes just happen to be
Do-re-mi

Do-re-mi

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti

"Oh, let's see if I can make it easier. Mmm ..." Quinn thinks for a second then plucks a string and starts singing again.

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name I call myself
Far, a long, long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow Sew
Tea, a drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to Do (oh-oh-oh)

Quinn runs through the grass leading the children like the Pied Piper.

Sew, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow Sew
Tea, a drink with jam and bread

That will bring us back to Do
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do
So-do!

It's the next day, and Quinn and the children are walking around Brooklyn Botanic Garden, the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. They decided to climb trees and Quinn taught them a song to sing for Jesse St. James and Uncle Noah when they arrived later in the day.

Rachel is driving her car down a dirt road near her house.

"The country side is magnificent, Rach. Really magnificent."

"I had it put up just for you, darling." Rachel said and grabbed Jesse's hand.

"Oh!"

"Rachel always believes in rising to the occasion." Noah said.

"Unless the jokes improve, Noah, I'm taking back my invitation."

"You didn't invite me to your villa. I invited myself."

"Naturally."

"You needed a chaperone and I needed a place to stay where the cuisine is superb, the wine cellar unexcelled and the price, uh, perfect."

"Noah, you are outrageous." Rachel said without taking her eyes off the road.

"Not at all. I'm a very charming sponge. I must explore this territory in the next few days. Somewhere a hungry little singing group is waiting for Noah Puckerman to pluck it out of obscurity and make it famous at the Southern Shore Music Festival."

"They get the fame, you get the money." Rachel said.

"It is unfair I admit it but someday that'll be changed. I shall get the fame, too."

Jesse laughs. They roll past a grove of trees. Dressed in their play clothes, the Hudson children hang from the branches, laughing and yelling.

"Good heavens, what's this?" Jesse

"Oh, it's nothing, just some local urchins." Rachel said

Rachel drives past them, failing at first to recognize her own children - but then her eyes widen suddenly in doubt.

Later in the day, Rachel and Jesse are taking a walk around the backyard that is next to the lake. They stop to gaze at the shimmering lake.

"This really is exciting for me, Rach, being here with you."

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho. Trees, lakes. When you've seen one, you've seen them all."

"That is not what I mean and you know it."

"Ah, you-you mean me. I'm exciting."

"Is that so impossible?"

"No, just, uh, highly improbable."

"There you go, running yourself down again."

"Well, I'm a dangerous driver."

Jesse laughs. They keep walking, arm in arm.

"You know, you're-you're much less of a riddle when I see you here, Rach."

"In my natural habitat?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Are you trying to say that I'm more at home here among the birds and the flowers and the wind that moves through the trees like a restless sea, hm?"

"How poetic!"

"Yes, it was rather, wasn't it?"

They laugh.

"More at home here than in Boston? Gossiping gaily with bores I detest? Soaking myself in champagne? Stumbling about to waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember? Is that what you're trying to say?

"More or less, yes."

"Now, whatever gave you that idea?"

"How I do like it here, Rach. It's so lovely and peaceful. How can you leave it as often as you do?"

"Ah, pretending to be madly active, I suppose. Activity suggests a life filled with purpose."

"Could it be running away from memories?"

"Mm hm. Or perhaps just searching for a reason to stay."

"Oh, I hope that's why you've been coming to Boston so often. Or were there other distractions there?"

"Oh, I'd hardly call you a mere distraction, darling."

"Well, what would you call me, Rach?"

"Mmmm. Lovely. Charming, witty, graceful. And, uh - you're going to hate me for this - in a way, my savior."

"Oh, how unromantic."

Rachel Well, I'd be an ungrateful wretch if I didn't tell you at least once
that it was you who brought some meaning back into my life.

"Oh, I am amusing, I suppose. The most glittering circle of friends. And I do give some rather great parties."

"Ho ho ho, yes."

"But take all that away and you - you have just wealthy, unattached
little me .. searching just like you."

"Ah, heh heh."

They join Noah on the porch.

"I wonder where the children are." Rachel said.

"Obviously, they must have heard I was coming and went into hiding." Jesse said

"I was hoping they'd be here to welcome you. Uh, Noah, uh, do step out of character for a moment and, uh, try and be charming."

Rachel strides into the house. The shrewd-faced Noah waits for her to leave, then approaches Jesse.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Have you made up Rach's mind yet? Do I hear wedding bells?"

"Pealing madly."

"Honest?"

"But not necessarily for me."

"What kind of talk's that?"

"That is "none of your business" talk, Noah. I'm terribly fond of Rach and I will not have you toying with us."

Noah "But I'm a child. I like toys. So tell me everything."

He shakes her head and says nothing.

"Aw, come on. Tell Noah every teensy weensy, intimate, disgusting detail."

Jesse "Well, let's just say I have a feeling I may be here on approval."

Noah "Well, I approve of that. How can you miss?"

Jesse "Far too easily."

Noah "If I know you - and I do - you will find a way."

"Oh, she's no ordinary woman."

"Wah-ho, she's rich."

"When her husband died, He left her with a terrible heartache."

"When your wife died, she left you with a terrible fortune.

"Oh, Noah, you really are a beast!"

"You and Rach are like family to me. That's why I want to see you two get
married. We must keep all that lovely money in the family."

He giggles.

When Rachel comes back out, they can hear the children laughing and singing. The children's voices are heard shouting, coming nearer. Rachel smiles at Jesse, then jerks his head toward the lake. With Quinn in the prow, the children row a skiff toward the house. They sing a ragged version of "Do Re Mi" ... Rachel walks across the terrace to a gate on the shore of the lake. A hand on her hip, she waits for them, scowling impatiently. The children spot her and stand up to wave. The boat rocks precariously.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!"

"Oh! Oh, Mrs. Hudson! You're home!" Quinn said while standing up.

The boat capsizes sending Quinn and the children into the water. The children make a lot of noise and slosh around.

"Come out of that water at once!" Rachel yelled

Rachel flings open the gate as his grinning children wade ashore. Her short hair plastered to her head, Quinn drags the skiff behind her.

"Oh! You must be Mr. St. James!"

Next to the grim-faced Rachel, Jesse struggles not to laugh. Soaking wet, the children climb onto the terrace, everyone talking simultaneously.

"I'm soaked to the skin!" Sarah said.

"Straight line!" Rachel yelled.

They slosh to their places in line and stand at attention. Rachel paces back and forth in front of her children. She pauses at Sarah and pulls the flowered, green scarf from her hair. Quinn frowns sympathetically.

"This is Jesse St. James..." Rachel said smiling before turning it into a frown.

"...and these are my children."

"How do you do?" Jesse said to the children.

"All right. Go inside, dry off, clean up, change your clothes, report back here! Immediately!"

The children scramble into the house. Quinn frowns with disgust and follows them.

"Ms. Fabray, you will stay here, please!"

Quinn stops, her back to Rachel.

Uh-oh. What's going to happen to Ms. Fabray?