A/N:

Ah yes, the infamous Jesse/Rachel child. I'm writing this while watching Hell-o and they just finished up singing 'Hello'…I thought I was going to die. My lovely dog was laughing at me the whole time…I just know it.

Anyway, I must say that I do not own Glee or any ABBA songs I have ever used. Maybe one day I will, but today I do not.

Hope everybody had a good back-to-school! I'm ready for summer to begin…anybody else? Anyway, here it is! And also remember that I love reviews ;)

Jesse POV

"Come on, you guys! This is a singing competition therefore you must sing! Honestly, you guys just plain out suck! Take five, drink a Monster, and get your act together!" I yelled as my students looked down at their feet before exiting the stage. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, shoving my chair back and standing up.

Ever since I had been kicked out of the limelight of Hollywood, I had taught the young brats of Vocal Adrenaline. Honestly, I thought my group was bad back in the Shelby days, but they were even worse. They all had talent, but they had baby-daddy drama every other day and they always whined about solos.

"Your lead is flat,"

I turned my head slightly to see a young girl standing with her arms crossed at the end of the seating aisle. She had on a floral-patterned white dress with black tights with green ballet flats. I couldn't see her facial features because she was facing the now-empty stage, but I could tell she had a smirk on her face. This girl had a slender figure and was tapping her fingers against her thigh. After a few moments of silence, the girl finally turned and walked my direction until she was directly in front of me, glaring up at me.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. She had shoulder-length curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes that twinkled with humor. She had a smirk playing lightly on her lips that reminded me so much of Rachel. Even though there were subtle hints at the Rachel I knew back in high school, there was something incredibly familiar about this young girl's face. I just didn't know what.

"Are your dancers trained in dance? Because by the way they were managing that routine, it didn't seem like that. You know that is just a lawsuit waiting to happen if one of them falls." The girl nodded furiously and pursed her lips, glancing at me with a piercing glance.

"They aren't trained," I said, just to see her reaction. To my shock, she gave me a complete Rachel Berry look…right down to the hand-on-the-upper-hip.

"You are incredibly stupid." She said, than extended her hand in front of her. "My name is Elphaba Lynn Maria Berry and I have evidence that you are my father."

I was here father? How is that even possible? When did that ever happen? What possessed Rachel to name her daughter Elphaba?

Elphaba gave me a tentative smile and patted her outstretched hand on my shoulder. "I know it is a shock, but I've already had the DNA tests run. I did the experiment for my science fair. It was between you and two other men. But I narrowed it down to you almost instantly. The resemblance between the two of us is almost comical. I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me, but I wanted to let you know that you have a child."

I didn't say anything for a moment, but then surprised the both of us by laughing. I pulled my hand out of my pocket and extended it, mirroring her smile. She grinned and took my hand, shaking it with a firm grip.

"It's very nice to meet you, Elphaba. I'm sure that you already know this, but I'm Jesse. Might I also add that you are quite the beautiful young lady."

Elphaba grinned and tucked a curl behind her ear. "Mom says I resemble you greatly."

I smile and we sit next to each other in the auditorium seats. "Who were the other two choices for your father?"

Elphaba pulled her messenger bag into her lap and brought out a black binder that was filled to the brim with papers.

"Well, it was between you, the football coach, and the preschool teacher." Elphaba said, flipping to individual pages as she called out the occupations.

The last job in particular caught my interest. "Who was the preschool teacher?"

Elphaba smiled and flipped to a page with a picture of a man with medium-length jet black hair. "This is Noah Puckerman. I've known him since I was around two years old and I'm currently dating his son Jackie. He went to college to be a professional football player with his at-the-time fiancé Quinn Fabray but was injured during one of his games. He then decided to completely flip his career around and become a preschool teacher. He taught me back in the preschool days."

I nearly chocked when she said it was Puck. The thought of him being a preschool teacher deeply disturbed me considering his reputation from high school. But, I suppose that sometimes people can change drastically.

Elphaba flipped to the next page to a picture of an extremely overweight bald man. "This was the other choice; his name is Finn Hudson. He is the football coach back at McKinley High which is where I go to school. After doing a little research in the library I had found that he and my mother had a high school sweetheart thing going on. But, all the tests came back negative for him. Which I thank Barbra for that every day because age is not on his side."

I chuckled. "How did you come across my name?"

Elphaba shot me a Rachel Berry grin and flipped to the last page which had a picture of me with a cloud around it. "Seeing as I am currently in New Directions, I had come here to Carmel to see the competition this year for Regionals. Your group was preforming Yesterday – which is a personal favorite of mine – and you went on stage to describe to them how to sing with emotion. It was that moment that I knew we were somehow related. So after you fell asleep while altering costumes, I cut off a bit of your hair and examined it myself. And that is the story!"

I couldn't help but smile at how animated her face was whenever she told the story. While she had features that closely resembled my own, she had such a presence about her that I could never personally achieve.

But, I was still curious about one thing. I knew that she said she was in New Directions, but I still wondered if she had a decent singing voice. With me as a parent, she was bound to have at least a tad bit of talent, but there had been many cases in Hollywood where the offspring of two talented people had no talent themselves. I didn't want to seem rude, but the curiosity nagged at the back of my mind.

Right when I was about to ask her if she wouldn't mind singing, I caught glance of a figure standing in the doorway. My breath caught up in my throat when I realized that it was Rachel Berry herself, leaning in the doorway with a hint of a smile dancing on her face. I had been keeping tabs on her Broadway career and she had been severely successful. I remember hearing that she had a young girl that always stared with her, but she had never been associated as her daughter. With a smile, I realized that it was her daughter. My daughter. My smile grew even larger when I realized I could talk to Rachel and see if my own flesh-and-blood had talent. It just took a song.

I can still recall
Our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

Elphaba flashed me the biggest grin that had yet crossed her face and followed me as I walked up and down the aisles of the auditorium, glancing up at Rachel a few times. Rachel rolled her eyes, but was laughing as I twirled Elphaba and set her on top of the seats as she walked beside me, almost a head taller than me.

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh, yes

Elphaba giggled as I picked her up and spun her around before setting her firmly back onto the floor of the auditorium. I bowed dramatically to her and we began to waltz, heads lifted much too high in the air. Rachel rolled her eyes before letting a genuine smile blossom onto her face. Time hadn't changed her much; she looked like she was sixteen again. And – quite frankly – I felt eighteen.

Those crazy years
That was the time of the flower-power
But underneath
We had a fear of flying
Of growing old
A fear of slowly dying
We took our chance
Like we were dancing our last dance

I dropped myself dramatically to the ground before jumping back up and twirling Elphaba. She smiled and bit her lip before joining me with the singing.

I can still recall
Our last summer
I still see it all

I was shocked at the raw power of her voice. It was like a choir of bells but with such a strong power to it that she could hold her ground. Rachel smiled warmly at the shocked look on my face and gave me a wink, which reminded me the next part was my line.

In the tourist jam
Round the Notre Dame

Elphaba was swaying to the tune of the song, playfully singing each line. I sat next to her on the arm of the auditorium seat and took her hand, mirroring her smile. We walked dramatically across the aisle while singing the next part. Rachel continued to watch with an amused sparkle in her eyes, a soft smile on her face.

Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

Living for the day
Worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play

Elphaba spun out to the middle of the aisle and belted out the solo, reminding me strongly of Rachel when I saw her preform at Sectionals all those years back. I watched with pure amazement at the girl who stood in front of me. It took me a moment to realize that she was my daughter.

And now you're working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry

I put a hand over my heart and sang the responding line with a smirk etching my face, ignoring the fact that the line was completely true.

How dull it seems

A Rachel trait that Elphaba must have inherited is the trait to see right through me. Elphaba took my hand and sang the next line with innocence radiating in her eyes. She gave me a reassuring grin and I couldn't help but smile back.

Yet, you are the hero of my dreams

I kissed Elphaba's hand softly before letting it go and walking over to Rachel before stopping in front of her completely, and then proceeding to bow. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but she took the hand I had extended to her. I glanced around the room before giving her a sly smile and she instantly knew what I wanted her to do. She shook her head, but she softly began to sing along. Her voice had improved greatly since the last time I had seen her and, gradually, her voice became stronger. We began to sway with each other in the middle of the aisle, glancing at each other occasionally. The smile never left my face.

I can still recall
Our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

We finished the song and Rachel smiled at me as Elphaba clapped excitedly in the background.

"We have a daughter?" I whispered into Rachel's ear and she looked up at me with a scared expression.

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you were busy at UCLA and you wouldn't have wanted a child holding you down and-''

I put my finger to her lips and she stopped, looking up to meet my eyes. I didn't say anything for a few moments before breaking out in a smile and hugging Rachel as close to me as I could.

"She's beautiful, like you. I would've loved to have known her earlier and I wish you would've called me and told me about her, but there's nothing we can do to change that. I would, however, like to be a part of Elphaba's life and possibly even yours if-''

This time Rachel was the one that silenced me with her finger. She gave me a grin and I smirked back, before leaning toward Rachel to make up for lost time.

A/N:

I'll leave the rest up to you guys ;)

I only write by experience therefore I can't write about things I know not anything about ;)

Anyway…hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry it's been taking me so long to update…I've been trying to get my feelings in check before writing so it doesn't turn into angst. As you can tell, it's sort of the opposite. I'm really happy with where I am at the moment, so this is just a very everybody-is-happy piece. Oh, and sorry if you really like Finn's character, but I thought it would be funny if he ended up as the Lima Loser of the bunch. As for Puck…well, a preschool teacher was just simply so OOC that it had to be done.

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Regards,

Gale