Rachel Berry was certainly not a quitter. She worked hard on everything: Glee club, schoolwork, dance, singing, acting, and her relationships with others. Of course, she'll admit, she didn't work that hard on forming friendships with her fellow members, but she did work hard the romantic aspect on her life.
It wasn't a secret that she wasn't a quitter, it was one of her prides that she was sure to tell anyone who would give a lending ear, so of course she expected the silence that had ensued after her request.
Her fathers were caring people. She knew they would ask for a reason, for her crying and her question, but she knew they would ask later. Right now, as she stood in front of her fathers, knowing for a fact that she looked like a sloppy mess, she hoped that they would ask much, much, much later.
She also had high hopes that they wouldn't mention her appearance and recent breakdowns to her brother. It was insulting how much she was treated like a child, all because she was the youngest. By a minute!
Her ears, trained by 16 years of musical training, picked up the quiet mumbling of her fathers, most definitely discussing her question. Straining to here, her suspicion was confirmed.
"LeRoy, do you think it's safe?" she heard her dad, trying to quietly whisper.
Of course, Dad was never one for being quiet, often loudly stating his opinions, on what he believed he was right. It was one of the traits she found obnoxious about her father.
"No, but a better question is, why? Didn't you say yourself that Rachel was starting to improve?" She stifled a fit of laughter as, this time; her Daddy didn't even try to whisper to Dad about her, most likely catching her eavesdropping.
As both her fathers murmured more lines to each other, with each sentence louder than the one before, she crossed her fingers and quietly prayed to God, that her fathers would agree.
"Rachel"
She looked her Daddy in the eye, nervously, as she fidgeted with the ends of her plaid skirt.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Your father and I," Daddy took a deep breath of air, as if it was the last breath he would ever take, "have discussed this matter, and we have decided to allow you to attend Dalton Academy."
Rachel bit her lip, trying to stop the smile that was inevitably making its way on her face. Rachel wasn't stupid, she knew that her fathers spoiled her, knowing that whatever she asked for would be given to her without a single though.
Maybe, Rachel guiltily thought, that she was being a little selfish for taking advantage of her fathers life that. But quickly dismissed the thought.
Taking consideration of her fathers old age; she jumped on them, giving both of them lasting hugs in thanks.
As she got up, straightening her skirt and knitted sweater, as she got off the couch, she gave both fathers a breathless smile.
"Thank you, Daddy and Dad!" She beamed at them, her hair still a little off from her earlier jumping and excitement.
Her fathers looked at her fondly, seeing the bright light in her eyes that has been missing for the past months or so. But as they both made eye contact, they quickly straightened up.
"But," Her dad started, "there are some ground rules."
Rachel rolled her eyes at her fathers.
"I know. There shall be no sexual intercourse with any boys, and I am to keep my hands to myself. Dad, don't worry, I do have some control over my hormones."
Her dad gave her a tired smile, before her began again, "I know honey, and I'm proud about your, er, control, but I still want to state them. No boys in your room, no sexual intercourse, no sneaking into any boys room, and you cannot be alone with a boy, unless it has to do with the glee club there."
The Warblers. The glee club there at her father's school, student run, and was one of the top glee clubs in Lima, Ohio. They were one of the reasons why Rachel had untimely decided to ask her fathers if she could transfer to their school, instead of a school like, Crawford.
Her father speech continued, "and lastly, if you want to transfer to Dalton, you will be the one informing your brother."
No.