Here it is! This one has been really fun to write and I hope it will be just as much fun for you to read :) Please review! I love hearing what you guys think and it really motivates me to write more :) Enjoy!

Rachel and Shelby were just putting the finishing touches to dinner when the doorbell rang. Rachel looked over to the clock, which read 17:50. 'Trust Kurt to be early' she thought to herself. Whilst Shelby put the dishes out on the table, the teenager went to open the door for her friend. 'This is it' she realised 'there's no going back'. She started to get a bit nervous but then thought to all the reasons that she was doing this and was able to calm herself down by the time she reached the front door.

"Rachel, hey! How've you been? I've been worried about you." Kurt said, pulling the young girl into a hug.

"There's been no need, really." She laughed. "I'm fine. In fact, things at home have been pretty good."

Kurt looked mildly interested, but the main focus of his attention had gone from Rachel to her house. It looked so posh and expensive, and was much more to his taste than his own house. It wasn't surprising really, his dad had done most of the decorating. The only room he'd had a say in was his bedroom, which he changed frequently. Rachel's house, on the other hand, looked like it had been decorated by someone with impeccable taste. He assumed that this was her dads, if Rachel's fashion sense was anything to go by.

"Come on through, you two! Dinner's almost ready." One of Rachel's dads called from the dining room.

"We'll be there in a second, dad." Rachel called back. She turned to Kurt. "Just put your shoes anywhere, I'll take your coat."

The young boy did as he was told. He took off his brand new shoes and put them next to a pair of expensive-looking heels. Kurt could tell they were designer and definitely did not look like they were Rachel's. His mind wondered briefly to whom the shoes might belong to, but he didn't give it much thought as Rachel had returned and the pair were now walking into the dining room.

From the door, Kurt could see Rachel's dads. One of them was sitting at the table, smiling at the two teenagers and the other was pouring red wine into the glass of a woman with her back to them. She had long, brown hair, a similar colour to Rachel's, and was laughing at something one of the older men had said. He looked to Rachel, who smiled and motioned for him to sit down next to the woman. Kurt did so and watched as his friend walked around the table to sit next to her dad.

"How long has it been since you had any first aid training?" Rachel asked her dad in a stage whisper. Kurt looked at her as if she had gone mad. He assumed that it was some inside joke as the rest of the adults were laughing. He looked to his left to see the woman he was sitting next to, who seemed to be laughing the loudest.

"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE SHELBY CORCORAN!" Kurt exclaimed, his voice even higher than normal.

Everyone else in the room laughed at Kurt's outburst.

"She is?" Leroy asked. "Why didn't you tell us, Shell?"

"I guess I forgot to mention it." Shelby smiled and turned to the practically hyperventilating teenager sitting on her right. "Hi Kurt, it's nice to meet you." The young boy could do nothing but stare in shock, until Rachel kicked him under the table.

"You know my name?" He asked, before mentally kicking himself for acting like such an idiot.

"Yeah, Rachel's told me all about you and how you've been such a good friend to her."

With great difficulty, Kurt turned his attention to Rachel who looked very amused at the whole situation. Her parents could tell she'd forgotten about her very over-excited reaction a couple of days ago.

"Kurt, this is Shelby, my mum." Rachel said proudly, and waited for her friend's reaction.

"She's your... you have a... what about...but you're..." Kurt stuttered, looking from one woman to the other and realising for the first time the similarities between the pair.

"Yes, she is my mum. Yes, she has a daughter. No, this happened before Broadway and I honestly have no idea what that last question was meant to be." Rachel laughed and her friend began to blush.

"She's..." Kurt turned his head back to Shelby. "You're..."

"Worried that this lovely dinner Rachel and I cooked is getting cold? You're right." She interrupted. At this, everyone started to eat. Shelby was pleasantly surprised, yet doubted she could make anything near as nice without her daughter's help. The family entered in to a comfortable discussion while Kurt was trying to pull himself together. Once Shelby noticed that the boy seemed more relaxed, she tried to start a conversation with him. "So Rachel tells me you're applying to NYADA?" She asked him.

"Yeah, being on Broadway is my dream. It's going to be difficult to get in though, there's so much competition."

"Oh come on, Kurt. You're a great singer. You'll have no trouble getting in." Rachel said. "Shelby, you have to listen to him sing." Kurt blushed again.

"No you don't have to." He said, worried that Shelby would think he was stupid or laugh at his high voice.

"I would love to." Shelby smiled. "You know, if you really wanted to get into NYADA, I'm sure a letter of recommendation from someone on Broadway would really boost your applications, both of you."

"You would really do that?" Kurt asked, the shock evident on his face.

"Of course, I'd have to hear you sing first though. I was planning on writing one for Rachel anyway."

Now it was Rachel's turn to look shocked.

"You were?"

"Yeah, if you wanted me to. I'll do anything to help you achieve your dreams, Rachel. You know that."

"Thank you so much." She squealed and looked to her dads who were both smiling, having known that Shelby was planning to do this already. They had even seen the draft of the letter she was planning on sending.

Once dinner was finished, they moved into the living room where Leroy went to sit at the piano. Rachel and Kurt had decided to sing For Good for Shelby and her dads. The young girl started with Elphaba's first verse.

Rachel:
I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you

She looked to Kurt and gave him an encouraging smile. He carried on when Rachel finished, singing Glinda's verse as he had done when they were in New York last summer.

Kurt:
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you

Unbeknownst to Kurt, Rachel had caught her mother's attention while he was singing and hinted for her to sing the next part of the song. She knew how much it would mean to Kurt to be able to sing with her, but also knew he would never have the nerve to ask her himself.

Kurt:
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes the Sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

Shelby smiled and took over, singing the words that she had sung so many times on stage.

Shelby:
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend

The pair continued the song, with Leroy playing flawlessly on the grand piano in the corner of the room. By the end, Kurt had tears in his eyes. It really was a dream come true for him. It didn't even feel real. He couldn't believe that he'd just sun For Good with the original, and arguably the best, Wicked Witch of the West.

After a rather long discussion about all things Broadway, Rachel and Kurt excused themselves so that they could talk in private. Kurt had so many questions but didn't want to ask them all in front of Shelby, for fear that she thought that he was prying.

By the time they reached Rachel's bedroom, the young boy's mind was filled with so many questions that he didn't know where to begin. He decided to settle for the obvious and asked Rachel how long she had known, to which she replied that she found out on Thursday.

"And you had no idea before?" He asked.

"No. My dad's had never mentioned my mother and, if I'm honest, I've been too scared to bring it up."

"Why?"

Rachel had to think about this for a minute.

"I guess, because I didn't want them to think that I didn't love them, that they weren't good enough parents." She replied.

"They wouldn't have thought that, Rach. They know you love them. I'm sure they'd have thought it was normal for you to want a mother figure in your life."

"But she'd hardly a normal mum is she?" Rachel said, smiling.

"True." Kurt laughed. "She's only one of the most famous Broadway stars of our generation!"

"I know. I still can't believe it myself. I mean, she's done so many amazing things, she's had roles I could only dream of getting, yet she acts so normal around the house. Did you know she can barely cook?"

"No, really?"

"I had to teach her and help her with what we made today." Rachel giggled. She realised that this is what she was missing most at school. She figured that it would be so much easier to get through everything if she had a proper friend and vowed to make more of an effort with Kurt.

"I don't understand how you've been able to keep this to yourself." Kurt said.

"Well I don't really want the press finding out something like this. It could damage Shelby's career and ruin mine before it's even started. I don't want to have to live in her shadow."

"I suppose you're right."

"You can't tell anyone about this, Kurt. Not even Blaine." Rachel reminded him.

"I know. I wouldn't have done anyway. This is your secret and you can do what you want with it." He reassured her.

"Thanks." She smiled, happy that she had made the right decision. "So, why don't you ask what you really want to know?"

Kurt needed no more encouragement and started asking loads of questions about Shelby. He wanted to know everything. What was she like? What had she told Rachel about Broadway? Did Rachel know anything about her that wasn't in any interviews? How did she tell Rachel? Did anyone else know? How long was she staying?

Rachel willingly answered all of Kurt's questions and the pair had a great evening. She told him everything that Shelby had said to her about her career and how she was going to go to New York to visit her in a few weeks. Kurt had got very excited at the news and agreed to help Rachel choose what to wear. They never knew what opportunities would happen and he told her that she needed to be prepared for everything.

By the time Kurt went home, it was almost midnight and they were both starting to get tired. The young boy said a quick goodbye to Rachel's parents and almost fainted with joy after receiving a hug from Shelby. Once he had gone, Rachel went up to her room to get changed into her pyjamas.

Hiram excused himself and went to say goodnight to his daughter, hoping to find out how the evening went and what Rachel was feeling.

He knocked on the door just as Rachel was coming out of her bathroom.

"Come in." She said.

"Hi, honey. Did you have a nice time with Kurt?" He asked.

"Yeah, daddy. It was amazing. We talked for ages and he was really nice."

"You sound surprised? He seems like a good kid, Rach. You need to give him more credit." Hiram replied.

"I know. I guess I'm not used to people actually caring about what I have to say. Whenever I have an idea in glee club Mr Shue or one of the popular kids will shoot me down."

"Well I don't think Kurt is like that."

Rachel made a noise of agreement and got into her bed.

"So you don't regret telling him?"

"I don't think so." She smiled. "Did you see the look on his face when he saw mum at the table?"

"Yeah, but I also saw the look on yours when you first met her and I have to say that was funnier." Her father teased. He was secretly shocked that Rachel has called Shelby 'mum' but didn't push it. He was glad that she had accepted her so easily, but he also hoped that it wouldn't affect the relationship that he and Leroy had with their daughter. "Right, I think it's time you went to sleep now." He added, seeing Rachel trying to hide a yawn. "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you."

Hiram turned off the lights and left the room, thankful that the day had gone so well.