Title: Will It Be Me?

Author: Megan Faye

Rated: Teen/R

Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or NBC's Kristin. And yes, I know that Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel aren't sleeping together, and they never have or will. This is fanfiction only!

Author's Note: Its been a busy summer, and now I am writing again! Yay! Thank God for nap-time, eh? Well, even though this chapter was written several months ago, I'm posting now. I've written through chapter 21, its now a matter of editing, and not wanting to stop writing long enough to edit and post. I'll try to get better!

Second Note: I'm in voice and Piano lessons Monday nights (Hi Brad, Hi Jennifer!!!!) and will be spending more time with music, so this is going to be slower than previous fics I've posted. However, what I'm learning at my music school is really helping get through the writer's blocks that I've hit. That, and eating at 3:00 in the morning at Denny's. (Chapter 21 was done over a Grand Slam, cappichino and brownie.) I hope you can keep with it just a little longer!!!

October, 2003

Even though it was fall, it was still warm in Oklahoma. Maureen's curls frizzed the minute she stepped off of the plane. It took an expensive trip to a salon on the way into Broken Arrow to do anything with it. And she had to have it straightened.

"You look gorgeous, Mo," Kristin whispered, holding her hand. The once-shoulder-length-and-very-curly hair was now straight, soft, and almost to Maureen's elbows.

"Hands on wheel!"

"Oh, relax. Its an automatic."

"I still think we should have gotten a cab."

"This isn't New York. People don't take cabs everywhere. They drive."

"How long have you had your license?" Maureen asked, holding tight to her seat belt.

"Started driving cars when I was 15. Started driving tractors when I was 11." Maureen gave a nervous chuckle. "Have you ever been out of the city?"

"Yes; my parents live in Queens," Maureen said, watching a car speed ahead of them.

"I mean really out of the city."

"No."

"Welcome to The Country." Kristin pointed out a farm house in the distance. "That's my uncle's farm."

"You didn't mention you lived on a farm!"

"I don't. My parents have a house in the suburbs, but that's in our family. We can go horse-back riding, take the jeep on the trails, or swim in the lake."

"I need a drink." Kristin pulled over.

"Look, you wanted to come. I told you this wasn't a good idea. I don't even want to be here! You wanted to meet the rest of my family before we set a date to get married! Don't you dare pick a fight with me right now!"

"I'm not picking a fight, I'm just prepared for the attack we're driving into!"

"They may not accept us yet," Kristin hissed. "But they are my family. I love these people, and I want them to love you the way your family loves me! They may take their time getting there, but they will eventually get there. So, please, Maureen," she pleaded. "Don't."

"Whatever." Maureen turned to stare out of the passenger side window. The rest of the ride was silent through the farms and into the town.

"That's where I went to high school," Kristin said softly.

"Cute." Maureen attempted to smile. "Kristi, I'm trying, but....they don't like me. I don't want to see you get hurt by them because of me."

"I know, sweetie."

"This is a really cute little town, Kris. It suits you." Maureen tucked a long lock of hair behind her ear. "I miss my curls."

"I do, too, but you look so sexy with straight hair, Mo. You look Broadway ready. Heck, you look Runway ready. I'm temped to stop a get us a room for a few hours." Maureen laughed. Kristin usually took their sex life very seriously, and didn't talk about it much. When she did, it was either very special, or really funny. "Bow chicka wow wow."

"Wrong," Maureen chuckled.

"This is my old neighborhood," she said, turning off of the main street. She pulled up to a house and stared. "They don't hate you."

"I know-"

"I was talking to myself, Mo." Maureen took Kristin's hand and kissed it.

"They don't hate you, Kristin." She kissed her hand again. "If you need to feel a little extra love, just do what I do; turn your ring." She showed her how she toyed with her engagement ring, turning it on her finger with her thumb and little finger. Kristin just touched hers with her thumb and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Baby." Kristin said as she glanced down at her ring. It was identical to Maureen's. When they went ring shopping, it just made sense. "I'm scared."

"You'll always be a part of my family, and you'll always have me," Maureen whispered. Kristin nodded and swallowed as she front door swung open. She climbed out of the car and her father welcomed her with a hug.

"Hi, Dad," she said into his chest.

"Hey, little girl." He kissed the top of her head. "Mom's in a bit of a frenzy right now."

"I know. Sorry we're late. We had a hair emergency." Kristin's father chuckled. "Mo had a 'fro."

"Hello," he said Maureen as she stepped out of the car. "You must be Maureen." He let go of his daughter and reached a hand out to Maureen.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Yancy."

"Dad. You're marrying my little girl," he said, shaking her hand. "Call me Dad."

"I-okay," she said, seeing how happy Kristin was.

"Well, one of you got a ring. Which one?" came a loud voice from the front door. Kristin grinned broadly.

"I asked, but we both have rings," Kristin beamed, taking Maureen's hand and leading her into the house. "Ricky!" she squealed when her brother scooped her up in a hug. "Rick, this is my fiancee, Maureen." The tall man looked over his sister's head and shook hands with Maureen.

"She taking care of you, Kristi?"

"We take care of each other, Richard," Kristin warned.

"Just doing my 'Big Brother' routine. Scaring dates. Nice to meet you, Maureen."

"Girls," Jeannie called from the kitchen. "Its nearly supper time. Pulled pork has been cooking all day."

"Kristi?" Maureen whispered.

"Mom, Maureen doesn't eat meat," Kristin reminded as she walked into the kitchen. She hugged and kissed her mother. "What is she going to eat?"

"Pasta salad, garlic bread, baked potato, baked beans; I left out the bacon from the small dish, and rhubarb cake with your sister's home made whipped cream." Jeannie winked at her daughter. "I pay attention."

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're in your old room, and Maureen is in the guest room. No discussion. Engaged ain't married!"

"Yes, mother," Kristin teased.

"Go wash, unpack, and show her around. The insanity arrives in 15 minutes."

Maureen sat on the bed in Kristin's room. It wasn't what she imagined. She pictured a four-poster bed with frilles This was a simple room, with dark cherry furniture, and a hand-made quilt in reds, deep greens, and navy blues. It was not her.

"My mom, grandma, aunts and great aunts made this when I started high school, and decided that Pink sucked." Kristin stretched out on the bed and kicked her shoes off. Maureen smiled; her Southern accent had gotten stronger with ever word since the plane landed. "I like this bed," she sighed.

"You're family has a really funny accent. "Go warsh uh-p." Its so cute!" Kristin swatted her with a pillow.

"Be nice."

"I thought you liked it when I was a little bad," Maureen taunted. Kristin's eyes went wide and she shook her head.

"Thin walls," she whispered. Maureen grinned.

"Extra quiet?"

"Try silent," Rick could be heard through the bedroom walls. Kristin groaned and blushed while Maureen laughed.

"Stop it!" Kristin hissed.

"Baby, you need to relax! We're safely in G-rated territory."

"This is going to be a very long week...."

"Girls? Quit fooling around and fix yourself a plate!" Jeannie hollered. "Kristi, your sisters are here."

"Sisters?"

"My sister, Rebekah, and Rick's wife Ruth."

"Richard, Rebekah and Kristin. Jesus, were you adopted?"

"Yes." Maureen looked at her, puzzled. "I'm under 5 feet tall, and blond hair, blue eyes. My parents are tall, my brother is tall, and they all have green eyes, and brown hair. Did you really need to ask?"

"Kristin, we're praying with or without you!" a woman called. Kristin took Maureen's hand and dragged her into the dining room just in time for a quiet 'Amen.'

"You're late," her father said, nudging her.

"Mo just figured out who I don't look like."

"We chose her as much as she chose us, Maureen," Rick said, handing her a plate. "God gave me and Rebekah to my Mom and Dad through blood, and He gave her to us by adoption."

"We were going to name her Rachel, but she's not Rachel. She was Kristi from the moment I picked her up, when she was a few hours old. Kristi-" Jeannie said, handing her a glace of iced tea. "-who needed to be Yancy. Now, you two may not share a bedroom, and we are light sleepers-"

"Mother!" a woman hissed. "My children are in ear-shot!"

"Then they better get used to Kristi and Maureen being together, and me fussing at them the same way I did you and your fiancee, Becky. They are not married, and I am going to make sure they remember. Girls, I know you kiss, but keep it Disney around the little kids."

"Yes, Ma'am," Kristin answered. Maureen echoed back the same.

"Now, this here has no bacon. Let Maureen get her fill, she's vegetarian. It doesn't taste the same without the bacon and bacon grease, so let it be. Maureen, Becky brought corn from my brother's farm you passed. Its the best you'll ever eat."

"Why don't you eat meat?" a kid asked Maureen from behind as he took a bun for his sandwich.

"Because, that used to be a cute little pig."

"Well, I know that! Who do you think shot it?" the kid asked. "This one was Charles. We called him Up-chuck. We ran him around, fed him, let him grow pretty big, and Dad let me shoot him! The butcher gave us the good stuff from him, and now we feast!" The adults laughed, except Maureen.

"How old are you?"

"Eleven."

"You have a gun?"

"Oh Please! I have have 12 guns. He died for a good cause; my appetite." The boy piled the pulled pork onto the bun and drenched it with sauce. "Perfect."

"Easy there, Michael. Save some for the rest of us," one of the younger boys called.

"Kris, your cousin-"

"Nephew."

"-nephew is scaring me."

"Maureen, I give you: My Family."