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Dear Draco:

I miss you so much, I think this is the worst idea Cornelius Fudge has ever had and I have already complained to him, but I think you'll have to stay where you are and maybe it's for the best, things over here are a little crazy, but don't worry we are doing fine.

I know that living with muggles must be really hard for you but since no one else is going to read this I can tell you that… they are not bad, they are inferior, they just lack magic, but contrary to what the Dark Lord professes I think that as superiors we must treat them well, that's what truly superior people do, besides I don't want you to be all alone.

To send you this professor Dumbledore had to lie to a lot of people and take special measures so please, don't answer; it's for your own good.

I love you, remember that honey, I love you and I always will.

Mum.

- What are you reading?

Draco folded the letter and blinked a few times, he hated how nosy Rachel was. He had been at Ohio for two weeks now and she hadn't still given up on him; no matter how many times he snapped or was rude to her she kept on talking to him, asking him how he was doing at school, asking if he missed his family, she offered help with his homework. She was plain nice and he found that completely annoying.

- Nothing –She sat in front of him.

- Was it a letter from your family? Your friends?

- My mother –He answered, clearly bothered by her presence.

- Oh that's nice, what does she say? –Usually he would have already snapped at her after that much conversation, but something clicked inside of his head when he said "mother"

- Hey Berry, I got a question for you –She rolled her eyes.

- Is it "can you shut up?" or "Can you go away?"? Cause if that's the case then...

- It's an actual question big mouth –She breathed heavily and indicated him to proceed- Where's your mother?

Rachel raised her eyebrows and blinked confusedly a few times. How come he hadn't realized by himself that she had two gay dads? Was he a form some kind of community that lived on the English mountains or something? He couldn't be, right? Someone would've told her. But he seemed clearly curious and it was one of the first times he had said anything that wasn't a sassy or snarky response to a question of hers so she decided to try and explain the situation.

- Well, Draco, I have two gay dads, I was born out of love. My dads evaluated substitute mothers and rented a womb in which they deposited their mixed sperm. So my mum must be some beautiful and talented newyorker and she must be performing in some theatre as we speak –She smiled proudly. She loved her dads and she was proud they were gay and not scared of what anyone had to say about it.

Draco on the other hand was shocked; muggles were crazy! They rented wombs and mixed their sperm and guys could marry other guys. Was that even legal? Could wizards be gay? He knew gay people existed, but they did like live next to you, you didn't meet people that just said "Hi I'm gay", those were secrets, dark secrets that you weren't supposed to tell anybody.

- Why wasn't I aware of this, why didn't anyone tell me that I was going to live with gay people who rented other people and mixed their sperm. And how can you tell me this so lightly? Aren't you ashamed?

- Stop! Okay, stop! Shut up just shut up! –Rachel screamed; tears of anger building in her eyes- I pitied you; I thought maybe you were shy, maybe you were homesick, but you're just mean. Me and my dads, those gay people, let you live here and made you comfortable; I even tried to befriend you! And you have the nerve to not only be rude to me on a daily basis, but also openly insult them and discriminate them because of who they chose to love? –One tear rolled down her cheek and she whipped it furiously- You asked me if I'm ashamed? Well I'm not ashamed, I'm proud; I'm proud of them and of whom they are… Now aren't you ashamed? – With that she turned her heel and walked quickly up stairs, leaving him alone with his letter.

She'd come back to him tomorrow, she'd make more stupid questions and stuff; they had already had many stupid arguments although, she had never cried before…

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- I think I should start talking to him again –Said Rachel looking at Draco, having lunch on his own on the table next to the one where the Glee Club sat. It had been a week since their argument.

- I don't think you should, Rachel. Malfoy has always been evil and he got what he was asking for since forever –Hermione didn't pity him at all. And everyone seemed to agree with her because they nodded vehemently, everyone except for Luna, she looked doubtful.

Luna hadn't been one to either talk or fight with Malfoy a lot at Hogwarts. He had been rude to her a few times, that was true; but yet she thought that to isolate a boy for whatever reason was something that shouldn't be done. Students from her own house at Hogwarts would never talk to her and make her sit alone during meal time and it sucked hard. She didn't want anyone to go through that. On the other hand what he had said to Rachel was more than insulting and he deserved some kind of punishment.

- Someone should –Muttered the blonde.

- Well I think someone already is talking to him Rachel, looks like we don't have anything to worry anymore… -Informed Kurt with a smirk.

On the other table Santana Lopez, with her short cheerio skirt and her high ponytail were now sitting in front of Malfoy. She smiled and bat her lashes; anyone could have known she was flirting and he was clearly pleased and flirting back. On the Glee club table Rachel shook her head.

- But, I thought all of you –Said the young performer looking at the English students- Were considered losers… like the rest of… us.

- We are not losers and neither are you. The Glee club is not a club for losers! –Shrieked Hermione nervously.

- Of course we are not Hermione, but we considered losers though –Explained Kurt- And you, my dear tea drinking lady, are considered a loser and a nerd. But you shouldn't be mad, that only means that you are better than them and smarter.

- We all know that already, but if he's a loser to them, why is Santana… flirting with him? –Questioned Rachel with a frown.

She hated Draco, she really did. But it was suspicious. Santana, the desired Santana Lopez, was openly flirting with the guy that all of her friends called "that weird albino kid", even she had called him that a few times.

- Why do you care so much? –Asked Harry before taking another bite of his sandwich.

- I don't! –She yelled suddenly- Sorry… I meant that I don't care and… you're right we should stop talking about him. Let's just drop it. –Everyone was looking at her, Kurt raised an eyebrow- Really, let's talk about something else like… what did you three chose for your first song?

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Oh baby I need you now…

Hermione's voice ended the song perfectly and was quickly followed by the whole auditorium's clap. Rachel had even slow clapped them, which meant she was probably jealous and would try her hardest so that they didn't get any solos, any of her solos; maybe she could send them to a crazk house…

- Guys that was great! With all the talent we've got here we're really going to be ready for Sectionals and maybe even Regionals! –Cheered Will. Maybe he wasn't the Capitan of the Titanic.

- Just regionals? Mr Shue we'll be the national winners -Said Mercedes with a confident smile.

- I hope Mercedes, but that's on you, and to win we need to be inspired; so for next week I need you to prepare a song about what inspires you.

- Oh that's easy –Said Rachel- Two words: Barbra Streisand.

- No Rachel, that's not what I meant –Will sat next to Rachel and looked at the stage where the trio had just performed- What do you see?

- A stage?

- Fine a stage. And what do you feel when you are on that stage? –Rachel closed her eyes and smiled dreamily.

- I feel like I'm on top of the world… -She almost whispered. Will snapped his fingers.

- You admire Barbra, Rachel, but what truly inspires you is something completely different. So you homework for next class is to find that out. This is not just for Rachel; you all have to find that special something. And it can be anything that inspires you in any way, not just to sing and dance, but to be who you are. Find your inspiration and put it into song. See you next class.

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Rachel Barbra Berry sat on the edge of her bed that same night at 7 pm. And she was doing something nasty, something terrible, and something she did when she didn't know what else to do: she was biting her nails.

She was biting her nails because had lost something… she had lost Draco.

That day after Glee she had gone to the parking lot where they usually met, but after an hour of waiting she had decided to leave him be and had left. Three hours ago she had been waiting for him to arrive, madly angry and screaming to the top of his lungs; now she prayed and hoped to the heavens that he would just appear, in whatever state but just appear.

She didn't know who to call because he had no friends at all and no cell phone, but she didn't want to call the police because maybe he was just doing this to bug her off. She just didn't know what to do. So she bit her nails.

Suddenly she logged into Facebook, she was about to make a post about Draco's disappearance when an inbox from Noah Puckerman arrived and even before reading it she knew what had happened.

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