"We have to go now," Shelby hissed at Rachel after she got off the phone.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked, sensing her mother getting on edge but not knowing why.

"It's your brother." She said flatly. "Something happened to him at basketball."

It was then Rachel realized she was talking about Jonathan and not Jesse. James had gone back to college and was not doing any sports currently, while Jonathan was the athlete, more so than Jesse, who was more involved with his music. Rachel had not interacted with Jonathan much, he was either at practice or up in his room doing homework. He didn't seem to have any interest in his sister, and she wanted to get to know her brother, but was too shy to make the first move. Still, he was her brother.

"Is he okay?" Rachel questioned. Shelby grabbed her stuff, nodding to Will, who was telling the kids about their new lesson. It was ridiculous that their first day back, the whole glee club had found out that Rachel was her daughter, she had to yell at the entire student body, and her son was in the hospital. Top that with Marley waiting at home because her mother decided to go off the radar.

What a great first day back.

"They rushed him to the hospital because he twisted his leg the wrong way and fell. And he couldn't get up." Shelby rushed down the hall, yanking her keys out of her bag. Rachel threw her backpack over her shoulders and rushed to keep up with her mother. Her mother threw her stuff in the back seat and jumped into the car. Rachel calmly sat down on the passenger side, even though she was technically underweight, she wanted to be close to her mom, who seemed to be on another planet.

"Shelby, are you okay?" She asked, since her mother's hands were shaking on the steering wheel. Her driving was mostly straight, but she was swerving just a little bit.

Shelby didn't respond. She kept her eyes on the road and didn't even blink. Rachel didn't understand why her mom was so panicky. Jonathan was fine. He was fine wasn't he?

"SHELBY!" Rachel shrieked when her mom almost didn't stop the car at a red light. She pressed down hard on the brakes, finally looking over at her daughter, as if remembering that she was there.

"Sorry." She mumbled and turning back to the road.

Rachel had no idea how to handle this. Her mom was clearly upset, but she had no idea how to comfort her. Her 'parents' were never emotional. Ever. She didn't have friends to comfort. The only person she knew how to comfort was herself. And how did she do that? Curling up into a ball in the corner of her room in the dark, singing 'Maybe'.

She had to do something, her mother was about to lose it. Hesitantly, she put her hand on Shelby's, that was shaking nervously on the center console. Her mother's hand was warm, but at the same time clammy. Her mother's hand stopped shaking with the contact and she sniffled, removing her hand from underneath to wrap it around Rachel's. Her one handed driving got a lot less bumpy and a lot smoother.

"Mom?" Rachel mumbled quietly. She felt weird using the word, yet she felt like saying the word would help her mother hear her.

On the other side of the car, Shelby was in her own world. Half of her was worried that Jonathan wouldn't be okay. The other half was worried that this was her fault, she had been so preoccupied with Rachel she never thought of how it would affect her boys.

James was an adult and he could take care of himself, he knew that his mother would be there for him if he ever needed it. Jesse was over the moon he had a little sister, their bond was the closest and he was the one who went behind his parents' back to give her guitar lessons. But Jonathan?

He was the youngest of the three, he was only a year older than Rachel. He went to a different middle school, the one respective to where they lived, but he would still go to McKinley, he was already taking basketball and football there.

Shelby hadn't honestly taken a moment this whole time to ask him how he felt, about anything for that matter. He probably felt that his parents didn't care because they were too busy with Rachel.

"Mom?" She heard from across the car. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked over to Rachel, a sad look spread across her face.

"Sorry baby... What is it?"

"Are you okay?" She asked, a little awkwardly.

"Yeah," she sniffled, "I'm fine." They pulled up into the hospital. Shelby again shuffled quickly, clacking her heels, and Rachel was left to chase after her.

"Jonathan Barnes!" She screamed at the nurse at the station. The nurse didn't flinch and spun her chair in the other direction. Her eyebrow furrowed. That was not a good move. Now was not a good time to blow up, Shelby realized. She took a deep breath before rolling her shoulders back and clearing her throat. The nurse continued fumbling with the paperwork, pretending to not have heard her. Shelby cleared her voice again, even louder this time. The nurse continued with the paperwork. That's it, she had done it.

"I SAID JONATHAN BARNES, ARE YOU DEAF?" Shelby shrieked. Rachel started slowly backing away, afraid of her mother's anger somehow turning on her, (it always happened like that, didn't it?) until she was slowly intercepted by someone. She looked up and sighed in relief when she found out it was Jesse. She accepted the embrace and let him wrap his arms around her shoulders and the two of them watched as their mother went hysterical. Tim swooped in to save the day, walking Shelby away from the nurse even though she was still cursing quickly to herself.

Jesse looked down at Rachel, "Want to go visit Johnny Boy?"

"Is Mom going to be okay?" Rachel asked, the concern edged in her voice.

"Yeah. C'mon," And the two of them walked down the hospital hall, Rachel's hand clung to Jesse's, even though she turned around to look at her mother several times as they walked down the hall.

Tim knew Shelby was going to break down. It just seemed like things kept getting thrown at her. First, the daughter she believed to be dead was brought back from the dead with her own court case, then her sister throws her niece at her and tells her to keep her, then her son lands himself in the hospital because he tore his ACL running suicides in basketball practice.

"Shelby, you need to calm down." He instructed, his wife realistically on the verge of tears.

"This is my fault. I've been ignoring him lately..." She sobbed, clinging to her husband.

"Honey, Jonathan knows that you have a lot on your plate right now. He knows you love him. The torn ACL was an accident. He just messed up his footing and twisted his knee the wrong way. And he couldn't get up. He won't be playing sports for a while, and hopefully won't need surgery. But he's fine. He is fine Shelby."

"So what exactly happened?" Marley was keeping Jonathan company. They were pretty close in age, and sometimes you could find Marley challenging Jonathan to some video games.

Jonathan took a deep breath, remembering the days earlier events, even though it was only a couple hours ago, the memories were fuzzed up in his mind, mixed with the burning pain in his leg.

"Because some of you think it's funny that we have lost all of our game, I want ten suicides (AN: It's an exercise where you run the entire court touching down in intervals until you've completed the exercise on both sides of the court. I don't play basketball and never will, but i know it hurts lol..) and then you guys can hit the workout room for lifting," Coach demanded.

Jonathan rolled his eyes. Maybe this team would win more if they weren't always tired because they had five hours of practice the day before the game. Jonathan loved basketball, he did and he always would. He would fall away from the outside world, just throwing a ball around. It was nice not being on a super competitive team and getting to hang with his friends. And he forgot about all the family drama. His sister was his sister, no matter what, but being at home felt different now. So he would be antisocial and go stay in his room all night, because he didn't know what to say.

Jonathan began to run the suicides along Hudson and Puckerman. They were both cool dudes, even though they were a year younger, they were eventually all going to end up playing for the same high school .

"Hey Barnes," Puckerman said. Jonathan was in his own little world, wondering if his sister liked him or thought he was a snob. "BARNES!" Puckerman said a little louder, scaring Jonathan out of his thoughts. He was on the line, so that meant he had to bend down and touch it. "BARNES!" He heard again, and he twisted around to look at the source.

His leg felt weird. His knee felt like it had been ripped into two. His other knee buckled and he fell to the ground. It felt like someone was ripping the inside of his knee apart. He wanted to cry, but he had to man up.

"Very funny Barnes, get up!" Coach hissed.

The pain was unbearable, it was like someone shoved his knee all the way around. "I can't move my leg," Jonathan declared, almost on the verge of tears..

Jonathan looked up at Marley then back at his leg, propped up. He felt a little scared every time he thought back to himself because it had only been a couple hours before, but hopefully that feeling would go away sometime soon, he hoped.

"Ouch," Marley mumbled.

"Yeah." Jonathan replied.

"How does it feel now?" She asked, motioning to the leg propped on in a particular way to not damage it any further before testing.

"Numb. The painkillers are working, I don't know how long I can sit around in this bed. I'm going to get bored," Jonathan sighed, mainly because there were no TVs where he could play video games, and there was no way he would be playing any actual sports for a long time.

"How often do you ever play your guitar?"

"I do, just when I'm in the mood. I feel like that's kind of my brother's thing, and my dad's thing. I don't want to be just like them, you know. Sports were my way to do that. Jesse's good at sports, I'll give him that, but his passion is with his guitar."

"I wouldn't consider myself an expert on how to play the guitar like a hard core cowgirl, but Uncle Tim taught me enough to write chords for my... songs..." She mumbled off.

"Wait, you write music?" Jonathan questioned. "My brother can't do that for the life of him!"

"I just, I don't know. I feel like John Lennon was right, about imagining a world where there is no prejudice. I get that the whole perfect society thing doesn't work, but I do like the idea of people not hating on poverty level people... It's stupid really."

"I want to hear it... someday..."

"I am not singing to you in this hospital. The smell is stinging my nose..." Marley declared.

"What is it with this family and singing with guitars in hospitals?" Jesse asked, only hearing the part of their conversation about singing in hospitals. The two of them blushed as if caught doing something wrong, even though they were just cousins. Him and Rachel had strolled around looking for a vending machine, and had come back with enough candy for Jonathan to eat his way off the hospital bed. Jesse had to tell Rachel at least ten times that their mother was going to be okay. Jesse smiled and dumped the candy onto the bed next to him. Jonathan eagerly looked around before picking up a Twix and unwrapping it.

"Hey bro, how is the knee?" Jesse asked. Rachel awkwardly hovered behind him. She still didn't know how to act or what to say around these people. She wanted to do the right thing, because she didn't want to give them any idea that she was not worthy of living with them. Anything is replaceable. And anything you don't like, you can get rid of.

"Okay, I guess. They're going to give me an x-ray to see if I need to have surgery. No more ball of any kind for at least six months, with physical therapy."

"Well, at least now you have time to put in extra effort on Call of Duty."

"Yeah. That's a good thing I guess," He laughed. He looked at his sister, awkwardly hiding behind Jesse. Was he supposed to start a conversation with her? Or was she supposed to? He was the one lying in the bed. Although he'd give her credit, he hadn't said much when the roles were flipped.

Suddenly Rachel spoke up, not sure where this random burst of confidence came from. "Are you okay? I'm sorry about your leg." She said, still nervous, tapping her foot while looking at it.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks for coming to see me." He replied, not sure where to head with this conversation. He had never actually held a conversation one on one with her before, they didn't know anything about each other.

"So... you play video games?" He started.

"Tim I don't understand why we are walking around this hospital in circles. I need to see Jonathan!" She growled angrily as her husband pulled her by the hand around the building.

"Shelby you're too stressed right now and it's not even about his condition. It's because you're feeling like you failed him as his mother because you were distracted by other things. You're practically the mother of five and on top of that you're trying to balance glee club, your teaching, the court case, and still debating that phone call. I know you're thinking about it even though you haven't brought it up."

Shelby swallowed. She had been thinking about that recently, even though she hadn't even discussed it with any of her kids yet. Finally Tim pulled Shelby into a dark room and flipped the light on. Just what Shelby needed, a storage room full of old boxes.

"Are we even allowed to be in here?" Shelby asked, looking at shelf upon shelf of boxes. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for, or at for that matter.

Tim smiled. "I'm a lawyer, besides, this hospital's archives were relevant to my case." He looked at the different boxes, wandering down the aisle while Shelby stood confused with her arms crossed. She still didn't see how this was relevant to Jonathan, her child, the one sitting in a hospital bed because he tore his ACL.

"Aha!" He said, pulling out a box. "Exhibit A." He handed her a file, and with an eye roll she opened the file to see a birth certificate and a photo. Without looking at the certificate she knew it was her first baby, James.

Shelby still didn't get it. Where was he going with this?

"Exhibit B," He handed her another file. This time it was Jesse's newborn photo and birth certificate. Okay, Tim might not remember who his kids were, but Shelby certainly remembered each of them causing her backaches and pain for nine months a piece.

"Exhibit C," A picture of Jonathan. Looking at all of these pictures was making her a little teary eyed. All of her babies were grown up. Is that where Tim was going with this? That Shelby needed to toughen up and let her babies go?

"Unfortunately, there is no birth certificate for our fourth baby, I believe her name was Juliette Elizabeth? Well, she died before there was a chance to take a picture of her or make her a birth certificate."

Shelby took a deep breath. Now she was just plain sad.

"However, Ms. Rachel Berry was born on the same day, to a Sue Sylvester and Leroy Berry." Tim handed her the last file and she opened it. There she was, her baby girl. The one she never got to hold because she was rushed away and presumed dead. She had never actually seen her baby when she was born. She had a full head of dark hair and eyes that were the biggest and brownest she had ever seen. And maybe it was just Shelby's imagination, but Rachel seemed sad in the photo. Maybe she already knew she would never get to be with her mother again.

"This is what you're fighting for. Remember that." Tim declared. "And there's another thing. Sue Sylvester was written down as the mother, but she never stayed in this hospital on Rachel's birthday, even though it says she did."

"How do you know that?"

"I am not supposed to be on this case, for emotional and personal reasons, but our lawyer, my co-worker Aaron, he's been showing me everything he has found on the Berrys. And Sue Sylvester was at the National Cheer conference that weekend, in California. She wasn't in any hospital."

"Is that it? Your case?"

"I also know that one of the nurses that was on duty quit later that month and never returned to this hospital again. Leroy Berry works here, he clearly has some influence."

"Wait, he's here now? Rachel!"

"No wonder you're in your room all the time, this is addicting!" Rachel sat next to Jonathan on the bed, him showing her the game that is Clash of Clans on his iPad, mainly cause he couldn't go hardcore without his Playstation around.

Marley and Jesse were sitting in the chairs, babbling about who they thought was a better country star, Faith Hill or Trisha Yearwood, and didn't notice the man walk in. Rachel was the first one to notice him, and she quickly shrunk into Jonathan. She didn't want her family to see him hurt her like she knew he would.

Jesse noticed the man staring at Rachel, and was quick to jump up and stand right in front of the man, to block him. He didn't need a confirmation, he just knew.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I'm here to check the boy's foot," the man declared.

"No you're not." Jesse said, hoping his mother and father would show up soon because he didn't know how long he could keep this up and he didn't know how psycho the guy was.

"I'm sorry, do you question the doctor's authority?"

"Yeah I do. I haven't seen you around. And I won't let you touch my siblings, ANY of them."

Leroy was ready to give Jesse a blow to the face when he suddenly heard the blare of security behind them. He slowly put his arms up and rolled his eyes. The bitch had gotten her in trouble again. They couldn't convict him yet, but they could supposedly take him out of the hospital because he had broken a restraining order.

Rachel remained curled into Jonathan even after the security had left. She had never been this close to her brother before, even though they were so close in age, Jonathan was tall, taller than Jesse, and he was the best protector. She felt safe with him, as if she was close to him as she was with Jesse. She liked the warm feeling a lot.

Shelby and Tim ran in, seconds later after they had talked to security. Shelby was still clutching all of the folders in her hands, for some reason she couldn't find it in her to let them go. She immediately ran to Rachel, hiding in Jonathan, which was new because she was generally attached to Jesse.

"Rachel, baby it's me." Rachel slowly turned around, the area around her eyes red. She held her arms out, and her baby jumped up from her brother to throw herself at her mother.

"Please don't leave me." She whispered into her mother's ear.

"Never." She said, though looking at Jonathan with a tilted head. Was he really okay? Was he mad because she wasn't giving him attention anymore?

Jonathan nodded. He understood.

"While we're all here, I'd like to offer you this envelope. I thought we should open it together. As a family." Tim said, pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handing it to Shelby. With Rachel latched onto her side, she opened the envelope, pulling out a typed letter.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, according to the test performed on December 3rd..." Shelby stopped, taking a shaky breath. Rachel couldn't read the letter, her mother was holding above her head on purpose. She started crying again and Rachel began to worry if she was going to have to do the whole comforting thing again. She wasn't good with these things!

"Rachel..." Shelby smiled. "Rachel is my daughter."