I'm officially turning this collection of one-shots into an actual story surrounding the relationship between Finn, Rachel, and Shelby… I'm also changing the name, but I don't exactly know to what. Any suggestions?

PS: Sorry for the epically late update.

"Who in the hell do you think you are calling me?" Shelby said, immediately after walking out the front door and onto the porch and putting her iPhone to her ear. She didn't even give Leroy Berry a chance to speak. "Do you know that your daughter stormed into my house this morning cursing like a sailor and throwing things, so pissed at you that she was on the verge of tears? How dare you tell our daughter she can't see me and Finn? Do you know how much me and him mean to her, how much she means to us? Do you even care? No, I don't think you do… A good father wouldn't-"

"Wait just one damn minute… Don't you dare call me a bad father! I've raised Rachel all her life!" Shelby took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose at the sound of the black man's rough, deep voice.

"You're right, Leroy… I'm sorry. That was out of line, but so were you. You can't take the only two things Rachel had ever really wanted from life away from her. You can't. I'm not even talking about me… Finn. He loves Rachel so much ad she loves him more than her own life. Don't take that away from her, and don't take Rachel away from me. I've just got to know her, please don't take her away again." Shelby quieted and she heard a depleted sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yes, Shelby… We know. We were actually calling to talk to you about Rachel. I'm sure she told you the nature of our out-of-town meeting." Shelby stayed calm for the sake of her curiosity.

"Only that you didn't know why you had to go and that your company said they would have you fired of you didn't."

"Yes, yes… That. We've just got out of our first briefing… they want Hiram and I to pack up our things and move to California as soon as possible for reasons I'm not at liberty to disclose. Hiram and I-"

"Wait… Hold on a minute. Hiram and I? What about Rachel? Where is she in this equation?" Leroy sighed.

"If you would let me finish, Shelby… We have come to the conclusion that, if Rachel agrees – and she undoubtedly will – that it would be better for her to stay here for the remainder of her high school career. With you, Shelby. We want her to stay with you if we move to California, and there is a ninety eight percent chance that we will. I was just calling to- well, to see if you would be okay with that."

Shelby smiled widely. "What? Did you even have to ask? Of course that's okay!"

Leroy sounded reluctant to even agree to this himself, but nodded, even though Shelby couldn't see him. "Good. Bye, Shelby."

"Bye, Leroy! Thank you!"

"Sure." The line went dead and Shelby bounced back into the house, eager to tell Rachel the news.

**GLEE**

Okay, Holly Holliday + Shelby Corcoran + Will Schuester = ?
If you like Welby, you're probably gonna love this chapter… If you would rather have Wolly (well, that's what I call it!) then you'll probably hate it.

Monday, Rachel was already almost moved in. The last few boxes left were to be unloaded from the truck into Shelby's garage after the day's Glee practice, which was now in session.

Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch me there? Where? Shelby stared back and forth from Holly to Will. She liked Holly, she really did, but if she got up on her man one more time than she was gonna get smacked down by the hand of God… well, by the hand of Shelby Corcoran, which was the next most powerful thing. And Will was too, if he didn't stop staring at her like some sort of predatory animal.

Right after the end of Holly's song, Will dismissed the Glee club early and they all left. Rachel stopped in the doorway of the choir room. "Mom, me and Finn are going to head home and finished unloading boxes… We'll leave the painting until you get home with the tarp for the floor. Okay?"

Shelby nodded. "Okay, honey… Be careful."

"Alright. Bye. Love you."

"Yeah, Shell. Bye." Finn said.

"You too." Shelby was still staring at Will with murder in her eyes, and Rachel snickered, whispering to Finn before walking out of the choir room.

"Does she not know we know?" Finn laughed as he followed her out.

"I don't think so."

"William Matthew Gray Schuester… Welcome to your hell." Will's eyes got loud.

"Wh- What did I do?" He said, stumbling back as Shelby closed him into a corner. She was taller than him in the heels she was wearing.

"What did you do? Will, we have been dating for four months! If you are not ready to commit, then fine… But, you are not going to stare at Holly Holliday. Oh, hell no. That's fucked up." Will looked at Shelby, obviously scared out of his mind.

"Shells, I'm sorry… I love you. I am ready to commit to you… Sorry!" Shelby raised her eyebrows.

"You better be ready to prove it, because you're my bitch now." Shelby smiled sweetly and smacked Will's cheek, kissed him lightly, and turned around. "Love you, Will."

"Love you too, Shell…" Will mumbled back breathlessly.

**GLEE**

"Did you tell your man, Mom?" Rachel was curled up against Finn, watching Pawn Stars, on the couch. Shelby scowled in her direction.

"Shut up…" She was about to headed towards the kitchen, stopping in the doorway suddenly. "Wait… You know?"

"Shell, sometimes, your clueless… And that's saying a lot when it comes from me. You're the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz." Shelby grabbed a role of paper towels off the kitchen counter and threw it at Finn playfully.

"I hate you…" Finn laughed.

"Yeah, whatever." He scoffed as she left her lunchbox of the kitchen table and then began her trip up the stairs. Finn sang after her.

If I only had a brain…

Short and stupid… Sorry. :(