Author's note: I got quite a few reviews, follows, and favorites on the first chapter of this story so I'm continuing it. I'll also be incorporating a few of the season three spoilers into the story. Anyways, I'm not one for super long author's notes so here's the next chapter.

Rachel

It's funny. I'd known Quinn Fabray for three years(almost two of which she spent torturing me) and I'd never knew where she lived. I always guessed that based on her personality, she lived in a big, white, four bedroom house in an upper middle class neighborhood with her WASP-y (possibly alcoholic) parents. Though apparently it was just her mom since her dad had an affair(typical).

My initial analysis proved correct as Finn parked his truck in front of a big, white, house on Dudley road. Finn seemed a little bit uncomfortable being here but that was to be expected. The three of us got out of the truck and walked up to the front door. The sounds of Katy Perry's new song, Last Friday Night could be heard from there. Before Finn could ring the doorbell, the door opened. It was Mercedes.

"About time you guys showed up!" she said as we stepped into the house.

"Sorry we're late, Mercedes. I had to pick out a decent outfit for Rachel to wear." Kurt apologized. Mercedes got a good look at what I was wearing(a yellow baby doll dress and white flip-flops).

"Nice job. It's definitely a step up from reindeer sweaters." Mercedes complimented Kurt's sense of style.

"Don't be ridiculous, Mercedes. It's summer. I won't be wearing sweaters for another month or two!" I said jokingly. Mercedes shook her head and led us into the living room. Puck was standing in the corner alone(odd), Brittany and Santana were dancing together, and Mike and Tina were sitting next to each other on the couch and looked like they were arguing.

"Look who finally showed up!" Mercedes announced. Everyone glanced over at us and then went back to what they were doing. Typical. We get excited to see everyone and none of them care. I swear, sometimes I think I shouldn't have chickened out of going to performing arts school instead of McKinley. But then again, if I had done that, then I wouldn't have met Finn or even my mother since she first saw me performing with New Directions at Sectionals.

Just thinking about my mother made me irritated at my dads again.

"Anyways guys, there's drinks in the kitchen." Mercedes said before walking over to Puck and talking to him. I didn't know what they were talking about but it looked almost like she was comforting him. Kurt's phone then rang and he answered it as he walked away.

"Hey, Rach?" Finn asked to get my attention. "I'm going to go talk to Artie." He said before walking towards Artie who had his wheelchair next to the couch and was watching a baseball game on Quinn's giant plasma screen TV. I had a feeling Finn was more interested in the game than Artie.

However, with him gone I was all alone. There is absolutely nothing good about being alone at a party. So I decided to go into the kitchen to get a drink. I was kind of curious as to what stereotypical rich Christians drink. I suspected I would find some little bottles of fancy Italian soda.

As soon as I entered the kitchen my instincts told me, "Go back! Run!" because sitting at the kitchen counter alone, was Quinn. But she saw me so it was too late.

"uh…hi." I greeted her nervously. I still didn't know where I stood with her.

"Hey." she said without emotion. Her (perfectly dyed) blonde hair had grown out a bit since she had cut it short in New York and it looked like her fashion sense had gone back to dresses and cardigans. We suffered through about thirty seconds of awkward silence before Quinn said,

"Do you want a drink? My mom bought soda and Puck brought wine coolers." she pointed to a cooler on the floor.

"Thanks." I said and dug threw the ice. There was a bunch of different flavors of wine coolers and cans of soda. Against my better judgment, I chose an apple flavored wine cooler.

"So what have you been doing over the summer?" I asked Quinn in an effort to make small talk. She shrugged and said,

"Not much. My mom's been trying to get me involved in more church things but I don't really want to." I could tell she wanted to say more but instead she asked,

"And what have you been doing over the summer?" it was the first time she actually wanted me to say something. There was definitely something different about Quinn. I was about to tell her that I had been trying to get Finn to like Broadway by showing him clips of Spiderman: Turn Off The Dark, but decided against mentioning Finn to her in case it would set her off.

"just stuff." I said vaguely. For what I think was the first time in my life, I wanted to direct the conversation away from me. "So your mom doesn't mind us drinking wine coolers?" I asked. It was a valid question. I'd never formally met Mrs.(was it Ms.?)Fabray formally. I'd only seen her once, talking to Quinn at Regionals over a year ago, but I guessed she wouldn't be ok with her seventeen year old daughter drinking alcohol with eleven of her underage friends.

"Well she doesn't exactly know we're drinking wine coolers." Quinn said as if it were obvious before she took a sip of one she had in front of her on the table. "And besides." she continued. "I won't be getting drunk and she won't find out about this because she won't be home until morning."

I finally figured out what was different with Quinn. She was incredibly calm. She had been practically off the handle in New York and now three months later, she was calm. I wondered if she finally got medicated. This was a little awkward so I decided to make my exit now.

"Well I think I should get back to the party." I said and Quinn nodded. I walked back to the living room where Finn and Artie were yelling at the TV, Mike and Tina were making out, Brittany and Santana were suggestively dancing together(I swear they have a thing for each other), Kurt was yelling into his phone, and Puck was now crying on Mercedes' shoulder. Sam and Lauren were nowhere to be found.

Welcome back to the wonderful world of Glee Club.

Shelby

With the help of the movers, I had successfully gotten everything I owned into a U-Haul the morning after my show's wrap party. We had lived in a furnished apartment so the only pieces of furniture we were taking with us were Beth's crib and changing table. Beth, being the quiet baby that she is, stayed right at my side, holding my hand the whole time as we watched all of our things being loaded into a truck.

She can't talk yet but she can(very wobbly) walk. She looks nothing like me so everyone assumes she's mine but looks like her dad. That's not true. I only met Beth's birth parents once but from what I can tell, Beth resembles her mother. Only her nose and hair color match her father.

"Ok, Ms. Corcoran. I think that's everything." one of the movers said after he closed the back door of the truck.

"We'll have your stuff in Lima by 9 o'clock tonight." the other assured as he got into the passenger side of the truck. I watched as the two of them drove off. Lima was a little over a nine hour drive from here so we had to get going if I didn't want Beth to stay up too late.

"Come on, sweetheart." I said to Beth in my baby talk voice as I picked her up and brought her over to my rarely used Acura. I hoped Beth would be ok during the car ride. I worried that she would get carsick. But luckily it was still only ten so she would probably fall asleep in the car. She didn't try to resist when I strapped her into her car seat so I took that as a good sign.

It wasn't until we were driving on the freeway that she began to whimper slightly. Beth hates car rides, especially long ones and there's only one thing that makes her feel better.

"Bethie, do you want to listen to music?" as soon as I said that she became quiet. I took that as a yes. I pushed play on my CD player. I had burned a CD of my favorite songs so the song, Seasons Of Love from Rent filled the car. After a few more songs played, Beth had fallen asleep and I decided to think about my life and its constant changes.

A year ago I quit being a Glee Club director to have a family and a normal life, which is what led to me adopting Beth. Two months after that, I moved to New York to once again pursue a career in Broadway but this time in choreography. That led to me working on several shows until April Rhodes hired me. All while I was working I juggled my job with being a single mom. I didn't even think about dating and I would get(if I was lucky) four hours of sleep every night.

And then last month, right after April announced that the show was ending, I decided to move back to Lima. I needed a break. I thought working with Vocal Adrenaline was exhausting but Broadway is worse. Especially when your leading lady is an alcoholic who has trouble with taking direction.

That was when Rachel's dads contacted me about taking care of her for a few months. I was hesitant at first. I was still not ready to have a teenaged daughter, let alone a teenaged daughter and a one year old. But then again, I would finally have a chance to truly get to know Rachel. So I accepted. I hoped they would tell her a few months in advance so she would be used to the idea when the time came to move in with me but Leroy and Hiram didn't have the heart to break the news to her until two weeks before. Making things a lot more complicated for me than they had to be.

I continued to think about things like that the entire trip all while listening to music(mostly show tunes). I had made a few stops so by the time we entered the town of Lima, Ohio, it was just past eight at night. The town is small so I found our house easily. It's a pretty three bedroom, two bath that had been foreclosed on so I got it for an amazing price.

"Look at our new home, Beth!" I said to my daughter as I carried her to the front door of the house. The realtor had mailed me the house key a week prior to our move so I unlocked the door and went inside. Unfortunately the house was almost completely empty and the furniture I ordered from Ikea wouldn't be there until morning so Beth would sleep in her crib and I would have to sleep on the floor. But besides that, it looked the same as it had a few weeks earlier when I had flown down to know for sure that I wanted the house.

"Isn't it pretty?" I asked Beth as I carried her around through the empty house. "You're going to like it here." I said to her. As I examined the house, I noticed that all of the walls were painted a dull, off-white color and being me, I decided to change that.

"Tomorrow we're going to start painting the house." I said to Beth. I planned on taking a drive to the hardware store to get some paint, first thing in the morning. I had to make sure everything was done before Rachel moved in.

After I finished checking out the house, the movers arrived with the U-Haul. They helped me bring everything into their designated rooms and then left. Beth and I fell asleep on the floor with the blankets and throw pillows I brought with us shortly after.

Yeah I know this chapter was a tad boring but it's still building up to the actual story. Rachel will move in with Shelby in the next chapter and that's where the drama starts.

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