So, yes, I am back. I finally got out of my writers block for this story. I will get into what I wanted from the beginning. I needed that last chapter though, it might have seemed like it was just a random chapter, but it was much needed for the plot of the story. Now, enjoy the story.
*Flashback*
I got back home with Mama not noticing, and I slipped in right in time for dinner. I need to get these answers my way, even if it means taking drastic measures. After dinner, I sort of disappeared to my room, and formulated a plan. I searched up the Schuester family, and found out that they have some relation to the St. James family, which is bad, that means that I have to go to the Akron development and face our enemies. Fantastic, now, how to get there without being noticed or claimed missing by Mama. Hmm, maybe I can con Noah and Santana to help me, maybe even my new neighbor, but that will be weird.
The next morning I took my jog down the street to the Puckerman's place. When I walk in I am attacked by Dani, and a dog.
"Rachel, look at our new dog, her name is Zippy!" Dani screeched excitedly into my ear.
"Wow, she is really pretty and cool. I wish Mama would let us have a dog, but sadly, she hates any type of animal alive." I say, with a slight chuckle.
"Well, you can come over and play with Zippy any time you like." Dani says while running to the backyard, Zippy following.
"Noah!" I shout from the steps, as I tentatively walk to his room, for fear of him scaring me.
"What, Rachel." He says, from his surprisingly clean room.
"I need help." Is all I say, and it gets his attention. He quickly runs over to me to make sure I am not hurt or anything, once he was certain my physical well being was okay, he started to tickle me.
"Noah, really. Stop it." I say in the middle of giggling.
"Okay, what do you need me to do?" He asks while going back to his desk chair, where his guitar was laying and he started to strum. I jump onto his bed and sigh.
"IneedyoutocomewithmetotheAkrondevelopmenttoseewha tthebigdealiswiththeSchuesters." I say really fast, hoping that he understood and I didn't have to repeat myself.
"What? Slow down, kiddo." He said with an amused smile, that won't stay on his face much longer.
"I need you to come with me to the Akron development to see what the big deal is with the Schuesters." I say, slowing it down and talking to him like he was an idiot.
"No way, I am not going all the way to Akron just to find out information about people I don't know and don't care about." He says then continues to play his guitar.
*Present Time*
"Woah, woah, woah, wait a second. What did you say?" Marley asks with menace while glaring at my husband. I have a smirk on my face and he is gulping with eyes wide.
"It was before I knew you guys okay, I said some bad things when I was younger that I regret now. I judged books by covers alright." He says while closing his eyes tight and covering his manhood.
Marley and I share a look, before bursting out laughing, and Noah growling at the both of us.
"Can I continue now?" I ask, after my fit of giggles subsided. I got nods from the rest of them.
*Flash Back*
"Please, this may be a life or death situation!" I pleaded, while taking his guitar, and tossing it carefully onto his bed.
"Woah, watch my baby." He ran to his bed and cradled the guitar, like a mother would a baby, while whispering "It's okay baby. Rachie didn't mean to hurt you, you are alright."
"Wow, you know that a guitar is a piece of wood with strings, it has no feelings, and I didn't toss it hard enough to 'hurt' it." I say back, rolling my eyes at his dramatics and using air quotes while I said hurt.
"Okay, you are annoyed at my dramatics, but you were the one that barged into my room claiming that this situation is a 'life or death situation'." He said back, using air quotes just like I had.
"Well it could be." I whine, stomp my foot like a two year old, and pout on his desk chair.
"Alright munchkin" he starts and puts down his guitar and picks me up and puts me into his lap. "Why do you need to know so much about these shoe-mers?" He asks.
"No', you know their name, that isn't nice to make fun of it." I said, trying to hide my giggles.
*Present Time*
"Hey, did you disgrace my Aunt and Uncle's name?" Marley says, again with lasers coming out of her eyes, this time from the other side of the room, with Santana and I in between them.
"Did you not hear what I just said the last time you interrupted my wife, who happened to get that same last name?" Noah replied, not as scared as last time, but was still shaken up at the thought of what she could do to him, her words to him at their wedding still haunting him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Marley mumbles and before she could add in a very provocative new name for Puckerman, I cut off with starting the story again.
*Flash Back*
After about an hour, and many giggles later, Noah and I were on our way to the Akron development. He was being ridiculous. He was dressed in a camouflage get up, with combat boots, which I am sure are Santana's. He even went as far as getting us both walki-talki's even though we won't be leaving each others side, and painting war make-up under his eyes, which he claims it 'seals the whole effect'.
Once we made it to the opening gates of the development, we both looked at each other and sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long and painful day. Walking in, I realized that their development wasn't any different from ours, the same houses, the same stupid white picket fences. If they were the same, why would Vocal Adrenaline have a rich over the edge style and attitude. I was pulled from my thoughts by Noah.
"What do we need to do again?" He asked, for the 30th time since we left his house, after pictures from Santana (that he didn't know about).
*Present Time*
"Wait, so that is how that got online!" Noah shrieked, looking at his sister and I.
I cut in and started laughing, Marley was almost falling out of her chair laughing (asking Santana to see those pictures), and Santana had a smile on her face.
"No, Jew-Fro must have got his grubby hands on them some how." She ends with a smirk and I just roll my eyes at their antics, continuing with the story.
*Flash Back*
After debriefing Noah about the plan, again, we went into action. Sure sneaking into the Vocal Adrenaline rehearsal had nothing to do with the plan, I just couldn't help myself. But, I was a little shocked that my plan would take off right as we got there. We were hiding in the bleachers by their performance hall and we saw a huge group of both males and females make their way out. Three of the 30 people standing around caught my interest. They were huddled together, talking about who knows what. They caught my interest because they all looked really good, like they were so handsome. Soon, their director called them all into action for them to take the stage. I caught what they said, and bingo, I got what I came here for.
"Noah, we have to talk to the director, and those three boys." I whisper, and pointing to the boys when I talked about them.
"Alright Rachel, but not now, they know we are apart of the New Directions so we have to talk after." He says, not taking his eyes off of the performance.
After a good 2 hours, they disbanded, but I had no idea, because I fell asleep against Noah. He picks me up when they are done, and formulates his own plan to get us into the St. James residence.
"Ex-excuse me, sir. Can you help me." Noah says, in the most innocent and scared voice he could muster up.
"Sure, what do you need help with?" The director asked, doing something with his hands, like a signal behind him.
"I was taking a stroll and I found her on the ground, her eyes were half open and she was moaning. I picked her up, and she fell fully unconscious, and I saw you guys over here." He said, close to tears, I wake up in the middle of his act, and keep my eyes closed, mentally applauding his acting skills. I am rubbing off on him well.
"Okay, do you want me to-" He couldn't even finish his sentence until 3 boys came walking over.
"Hey dad, what are they doing here?" The one in the middle, with unruly curly hair asked.
"Yeah, they are in the New Directions, probably hear to spy." The one flanked to his left said, he looked like a girl, if you asked Noah.
"Mr. St. James, they are not worth your time, they are trying to get ideas." The tallest one sneered.
Oh, so this is a St. James, is what I think, and I bite my tongue to stop saying something, remembering that I am still supposed to be unconscious.
"Boys, calm down. I know that they are from the New Directions, but he says that she is hurt, and we are the only ones close enough to help. Now, I was a doctor before I retired to be a vocal coach, so bring her into my house and we will go from there." Mr. St. James states, to the joy of 2 and the dismay of 3.
He leads them into a small 2 story bungalow, and he directs him to put her on an examining table, which made her look even smaller once she was placed on it. Mr. St. James and messing around with something in the room next door, and he held Rachel's hand, knowing that she is awake and is going to milk every minute of this part she is acting as she can.
Soon, the 4 men from Akron came back into the room, one looked really pale, like he was actually concerned. Two looked bored and Mr. St. James looked concentrated.
"Now, you need to answer a few questions for me, I need to know her medical history." St. James starts. "Alright, what is her name?"
"Rachel Barbara Sylvester" Noah replied quickly.
"How old is she?"
"12, turning 13 in a few months."
"Blood type?"
"Um, O positive, I believe, but I don't know her biological parents."
"What do you mean biological parents?"
"She is a foster kid. She has and only had one foster family, and that is Sue Sylvester."
"D-did you just say Sue Sylvester?" He asked, looking pale.
"Yes, why?"
"Nothing, nothing nevermind, it doesn't add up." He says, and starts pacing, wearing a hole into his expensive carpet.
"What are you talking about?"
"I have a sister, she is about 10 years younger than I am. When she was a sophomore in high school, she got pregnant. I was 26 at the time, and I just got out of medical school, top of my class. I was the one who delivered her baby. She named that baby Rachel Barbara. Her name is Shelby. She married the father of their daughter as soon as they both graduated college. She married one William Schuester. Every year, on December 17th, she and Will call me, both of them sobbing on the phone, asking if I knew anything of what happened to their little girl. You see, she wanted to keep her, but our parents were adamant on giving her up, and soon, it became too late for adoption without Shelbs knowing, so we kind of put her into foster care, we gave her to the first woman that seemed suitable to take care of her, the woman was the one and only Sue Sylvester. So you are telling me, that I am looking at my niece and there might be something wrong with her?" He finishes his tirade, not looking away from Noah, and then all is heard is a sob, and a door slammed shut.
"Shit." Is all Noah can get out, looking at the empty examining table.