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PLEASE READ OR YOU MIGHT GET CONFUSED: Just as a clarifier, this is mostly a background chapter for you guys to sort of get to know Rachel and her past a little better. Most of this she still doesn't remember. Thanks and please review and enjoy!

Once upon a time, there were two men who were deeply, madly in love.

They met on a hot summer's day at the community pool in sunny Lima, Ohio. They were instantly drawn, friends at first of course for they were only twelve, but sure enough they grew to love one another.

Like all relationships the men went through obstacles together. They were poked and prodded at by society, blaming "the homosexuals" for all their problems. The men longed for the day where they could teach a child of their own the evils of ignorance and bigotry. They secretly wed next to a waterfall in Kauai and soon hoped to fulfill their dream of becoming a family.

Only this dream was harder to have come true.

No one wanted to give their babies to sinners. They were told to go to hell, to stop trying, and how dare they consider bringing up a child in such an environment. But then, when the men had lost all hope in the idea of a family, they met their savior in the form of Shelby Corcoran.

They had found her by chance in a doctor's office, where Shelby had overheard an example of the insults above from one of the nurses. They seemed like nice men, she thought, and she desperately needed money to get herself to New York. So, she helped them, and the men had never felt so lucky. And nine months later, Shelby gave birth to a beautiful baby girl with chocolate eyes and a nose quite similar to her own. The men were over the moon.

She was named after the two women that would calm her persistent cries: Rachel Green and Barbra Streisand. So, after a week, the men too Rachel Barbra Berry home and their lifelong dream of having a child was a reality. For a while, they were just a normal clad of three; just Dad, Daddy, and Rachie. It wasn't until a four-month-old Rachel hummed in perfect sync to "I'm the Greatest Star" from Funny Girl that the men knew who their daughter would become.

Rachel Barbra Berry would become a star.

The two men jumped right into action. They enrolled Rachel in every dance, acting, and vocal lessons available. She started piano and guitar lessons beginning when she was six months. If their daughter was to be a performer, then by god she would be the best.

Every night before bed and each day when she woke up from her nap, Rachel would be introduced to a new Broadway, television, or pop icon. She would get to know the rhythms and styles and techniques of musical theater. When she was three she began children's theater and other community theater productions, each of which she was the center of everyone's attention. Everyone loved little Rachel and Rachel loved everyone.

Even with all the hectic schedules for Rachel, the men still found time to incorporate their Jewish faith in their daughter's life, taking her to the synagogue as much as possible and having her perform in the Lima Jewish Community Center.

All in all, Rachel Berry grew up to be the star her fathers' knew she would be.

At six, Rachel had won first place in an all-round talent competition in Akron for her astounding rendition of Celine Dion's "Calling You". It had been a state wide competition and their little girl had won it all.

She's a prodigy, their friends would say. She'll soon see her name in those pretty little lights; it's an inevitability.

The men knew it too, they could feel it. It wasn't only because she was their daughter, but there was something magnificent that happened whenever Rachel performed. They couldn't put it into words, however, they couldn't deny how much she moved them and gave them a certain hope they had not even known what for yet.

Rachel Barbra Berry was special. She was special and she was theirs.

Early life had always come easy to Rachel. She said the word, and her parents would come running. But they taught her well, that privileges have their prices too. If she were to become famous one day (a certainty believed by most) then she couldn't be selfish, greediness was bad, and she was to treat her others with respect and gracefulness. She would be poised at all times. And poised she was.

She had an outstanding vocabulary, years beyond her peers, and she loved to talk. Rachel had been the top of all her classes through preschool and elementary school, academically and of course talent wise.

She had only one friend however, a boy named Finn who would play in the sandboxes with her, but he eventually moved somewhere upstate.

It was after preschool, where things outside of her privileged home life took a turn for the worse for Rachel.

"Hello friends, I'm Rachel Barbra Berry! It is a pleasure to meet you!" A five-year-old Rachel boasted to a fellow kindergarten classmate on her first day at Lima Elementary.

The boy proceeded to push Rachel into the grass, subjecting her to get mud in her braids.

"Hey! That was not very nice of you-" Rachel cried from her position on the ground.

The boy just scrunched his nose in reply, "You talk funny. You're weird."

The bullying didn't stop with the boy from the first day. For the next three years, Rachel's classmates tortured her for things from her big nose to her dads and to her talent. Boys and girls would come into class with newspaper cutouts from articles about her various performances. It was weird, they said. It was stupid, they said. She was stupid, they said.

A seven-year-old Rachel sat in the living room, on the couch in between her two fathers, crying her little chocolate eyes out.

"Why are they so mean? Why do they keep saying mean things to me? I didn't do anything to them!" Rachel cried.

Her fathers were outraged. How dare the school let this happen to their precious girl! How dare they let her be taunted by the other children while her teachers sat idle by!

But they had no power. Sure their daughter was the most talented Lima had ever seen, but that didn't hide the fact that they were still the homosexuals of the town. Conservative Lima may love Rachel, but her fathers, not so much.

"Rachel Barbra Berry, now look at me," her daddy said sternly and Rachel obeyed, "the reason those kids are mean to you is because there are just horribly raised, jealous children. They can't stand that they can't do what you do. They hate that they aren't in the newspapers. But, honey I'm going to have to be honest with you because it is for your own good." Rachel looked up at her daddy, her father looking up at his husband as well.

"I know it may hurt, sweetie, believe me, having mean things said to you hurts. Your father and I know that very well. However, you are going to just have to keep your pretty little head high and keep on going. They don't matter to you! If they feel the need to belittle you out of pettiness, they don't deserve to have the satisfaction of seeing you upset."

Rachel hiccupped, "But, Daddy, how am I supposed to do that? I see them all the time!"

"This is something you're going to need to learn how to do, Star. When you become famous, there are going to be people who aren't your fans and may not like your voice. They might be mean. And you will need to know how to turn the other cheek. You can't please everyone." He paused to smile down at his daughter, his husband smiling proudly beside him. "So, when you go to school tomorrow, I want you to keep your head high and turn the other cheek. Can you do that for me, Star?"

Rachel grinned for the first time that night, feeling blessed to have the two men in her life.

"Yes, Dad, Daddy. I can turn the other cheek."

And that's what Rachel did. That next day when her previous tormentors had started up their usual antics, she turned the other cheek.

"Hey! I just told you your singing sounded likes some dead frogs! Why are you not crying, Pig Nose?" Ginger, the ringleader shouted at her.

Rachel just smiled her award-winning (literal) smile, "I am no longer crying, because Ginger, you and your insults don't matter to me anymore."

Ginger and her posse never stopped trying to bring Rachel down from her spotlight, but that in itself was an extremely difficult task. There was nothing Rachel Barbra Berry loved more than a good ole spotlight.

But the two men's life lessons for their daughter didn't end there though. There was the time when Rachel was eight and had found a picture of her fathers' wedding.

"Dad, Daddy?"

"Yes, Star?"

"When was this?" Rachel held up the picture for her parents to see.

They grinned lovingly at one another in remembrance. "That was our wedding, honey. It was before you were born."

Rachel stared quizzically at the photo again, "But why are you next to a waterfall? Why didn't you get married in the synagogue? That's where all the couples from the JCC get married. Why not you?"

The men knew this conversation might come one day. "Well, sweetie, your Daddy and I didn't get married in the synagogue because we had to get married secretly."

"Secretly?"

"Yes, you see, gay marriage is technically illegal." Her father explained.

That got Rachel. "Why?"

Honestly, the men didn't know why all that much either.

"It's illegal because, a lot of people don't think gay marriage is right. They say it's sinful, that it is unnatural and wrong."

"But you guys aren't unnatural. You aren't wrong! That's not fair, you and Daddy are people too!" Rachel complained, all worked up.

"We know it's not fair, baby, but that's the way it is. Some people are just hateful and we just have to deal with it."

Rachel smiled slightly, "And turn the other cheek?"

Her fathers laughed, "Yes, Star, and turn the other cheek."

Rachel beamed but her father leaned in closer.

"But remember Star, remember this for when you're older," he told her.

Rachel nodded at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue what he was trying to tell her.

"No matter what, no matter who you are, love is love. It's as simple as that."

Rachel vowed to herself that she would remember just that, what her father had told her. She must always remember that love is love.

It had been a particularly warm day that day and Rachel was beginning to feel antsy. The men decided to take their nine-year-old to the park so she could roam free, while they could sit and relax in the sun.

The men sat on a park bench eating some frozen yogurt, watching Rachel play on the jungle gym.

"I can't wait to tell our daughter about our trip to New York!" He said excitedly to his husband.

"I know, she's going to be thrilled. I think we've saved almost enough money to see a different Broadway show each night! This is going to be such an – wait." He stopped and looked around.

His partner had been rendered confused, "Wait what?"

"Where's Rachel?" He searched his eyes through the jungle gym, but he couldn't find his precious angel anywhere.

"Oh my god!"

They both shot up from the bench, leaving their yogurts in their frantic search for their daughter.

"Rachel!"

"Rachel!"

"Rache – oh, my god, Leroy!"

He saw from across the distance his little girl going over the side of a bridge. He could barely breathe.

"RACHEL!"

The men raced as fast as they could, in hopes of catching their daughter. But it was no use. They heard her screams as she went over, getting there in time to see her hit the water.

"My baby! Hiram, do something!" He pleaded.

He reached for his pockets, but felt nothing. He had left his phone on the bench with the yogurt. There was no time to go back for it.

"Help! Help us, please! Somebody call an ambulance!"

Someone did call an ambulance and they soon heard sirens making their way closer and closer. It didn't feel fast enough to the men. Their daughter could be dead for all they knew.

The paramedics fished Rachel out of the water, strapping her into the back of the ambulance.

They had been told that she was unconscious and they had to meet them back at the hospital. That had been the longest drive of their lives, but they made it and demanded to see Rachel the minute they got there.

A half hour later, the doctor finally came back to them, but they could tell by the way she walked it, it could have been good.

"I'm afraid Mr. and Mr. Berry that Rachel has lost her memory. Whether or not it is a temporary thing, or if it might last, we aren't entirely sure, though the tests seem to be leaning towards the latter. I'm very sorry." The doctor left them then, but it was if their worlds had already came tumbling down.

"Hiram, what are we going to do?" Leroy asked his partner after visiting their recently-awoken daughter. "She doesn't remember us. She doesn't remember anything!"

"I don't know, Lee. I don't think I could handle starting all over from scratch. What about New York? What about her voice?"

"She still has all that she just doesn't remember she does…I think we're going to need help with this."

The idea of admitting her into the Lima County Mental Institution was Hiram's mother's idea. That way they could help their daughter as much as they could with the additional help of the trainers, aids, and therapists.

"Rachel, sweetie, we'll be back soon. We are going to visit your grandmother for a couple of days but then we'll be back to visit, we promise." The two men told their daughter and they drove off away from the institute.

The men never came back.

Rachel grew to accept the fact. She figured her fathers didn't want a daughter who couldn't remember anything.

Her aids brought her back on her feet. They reintroduced her to theater and singing and Barbra. She dreamed of the stage again, she dreamed of New York again.

It was if nothing changed other than that she was without parents and stuck in the hell hole that was Lima County Mental Institution.

Two days after they dropped off their precious daughter, the two men boarded a plane to visit her grandmother. A plane that would never land. A plane that would disappear with the Berry men along with it.

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