Author's note:

Again, I'm sorry this took so long. All I can blame is writers block and being busy. I had no idea my schedule would actually be more packed over the summer(seriously I've had to have family dinners with distant relatives I don't know for like five nights in a row). Anyways, did everyone see the new season three promo? I know it's only thirty seconds long but I still fangirl screamed(even if it includes *gags* Wemma).

I don't own Glee(belongs to Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, and Brad Falchuk) or any other pop culture referenced in this story. *cries*

Shelby

"So what's your new job here?" Rachel asked before drinking what was left of her melted cherry snow cone. "Are you going to be doing more choreographing?" She guessed. I chucked my empty paper cone into the trashcan next to the bench we were sitting on.

"Kind of. I got another teaching gig." I said vaguely. Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"Back at Carmel?" She asked. Before I could answer her question, my phone vibrated. I took it from my pocket and looked at the screen that read, 'New message from Will Schuester'.

"Uh, no. Not at Carmel." I answered Rachel before reading the text.

'Hey beautiful.' It read. I blushed and Rachel looked at me weird. She looked incredibly suspicious and was giving me the same look my mother used to give me whenever I tried to talk about Broadway shows around her. Genetics.

"Who are you texting?" She asked as I typed a reply. I decided against telling her the truth. She was going through enough already. She didn't need to know that I ran into Will at the hardware store, that he helped me pick out the colors to paint the house, or, that we'd been on three dates in the past week.

"My sister." I lied. Rachel didn't seem to buy it.

"You have a sister?" She asked in suspicion. I nodded.

"She's three years younger than me. I also have an older brother." I figured that if Rachel learned she had an aunt and an uncle she would be distracted from her interrogation. She was.

"It's kind of weird not knowing a whole part of my family." Rachel admitted. "What are they like?" She asked just as Will replied to my text. I quickly read his reply before answering,

"Loud." Rachel laughed. "There is no question where you get that from." it was the first time Rachel had shown any signs of happiness since she'd moved in with me a few hours before. It made me feel guilty for texting her teacher about when we should see each other again.

Rachel

Being around my mother, let alone talking about things that a normal daughter would already know, was nothing short if my expectations. Awkward doesn't even begin to cover it. Though, I was kind of happy to learn of my mother's family. I'm not much like my dads so it's nice to know where I get my mystery traits.

"So you start school in a few days?" My mom asked as she texted her sister back. I wondered what they were talking about but I figured it probably wasn't too interesting.

"Monday." I replied dully. I wasn't quite sure what my feelings were about returning to school in two days. Yes, I would be around my friends in Glee club(at least the ones that weren't holding a grudge against Finn and I for the Nationals incident) and I would be a senior so that was bound to be interesting. But, school has never been my favorite place. I've been bullied since fifth grade for being "weird" and joining Glee club(a.k.a. the most hated club in school for no apparent reason) at the beginning of sophomore year, didn't help that.

"How are Quinn and Noah?" My mom asked and her eyes darted towards Beth in her stroller for a split second.

"Noah, is still Noah." I replied. My mom smiled and shook her head. The first time she'd ever met him was after he and Finn slashed the tires of Vocal Adrenaline's cars so she knew what I meant. "And I guess Quinn is ok." I added. I hadn't seen or heard from Quinn since her party but she had seemed more stable than she'd been in New York or at Prom.

Talking about her parents made me pay attention to Beth(who was squirming in her stroller like she really wanted out). Before today, I'd only seen the picture that Mercedes had taken with her phone right after she was born. In that picture, she didn't have many distinguishing features(She was only twenty minutes old). Now, she looked like a mini Quinn but with brown hair and a different nose. It was slightly unnerving. I expected her to call me "man hands" in a somewhat nasally baby voice at any second.

"So, can she talk?" I asked my mom as I continued to look at Beth. She had been silent the entire time I'd been around her but she could have been capable of saying small words sometimes.

"No. But she can walk." My mom said as she lifted Beth out of the stroller and set her down on her feet gently in the grass. "Can't you, Beth?" my mom asked her in a soft voice before taking her hands off her to show that Beth could stand on her own.

"Wow, the next thing you know she'll be ready for dance classes." I said as Beth took a few slightly wobbly steps towards me. Beth stopped walking right in front of me.

"I think she wants you to pick her up." My mom explained. She was probably right since she had to be accustomed to Beth's actions. I hesitated to pick Beth up though. I had no siblings growing up and I only had two cousins on my dads' sides. Both were at least ten years older than me. Therefore, I'd never been around babies or toddlers so I was a little bit uncomfortable around Beth. Even if she was technically my little sister in some twisted way. But then Beth looked up at me with her big hazel/green eyes. Clearly she inherited her father's charm. I sighed, picked her up and set her on my lap.

"Those eyes are deadly." My mom said after I'd given in to Beth. I nodded in agreement. I noticed an old couple walk past us and give me a disapproving look. It took me a moment to realize that they thought Beth was my baby. I heard Shelby laugh.

"It's not funny." I told her while holding back bursting into laughter myself.

Shelby

After Rachel and I played with Beth on the playground for a while we went to the mall. I still didn't have all of my appliances (including a coffee maker which is a necessity). Rachel found some dresses at Sears that I thought were kind of strange but she claimed they were her style. I did manage to talk her into getting a black leather jacket that really suited her. Although, I had to admit that it made her look like an adult and not a child which was scary(maybe that's why her dads kept her in animal sweaters).

Later, we agreed on eating dinner at Breadstix. Beth didn't want to leave Rachel's arms when we put her back in her stroller. It surprised me. It was clear that Rachel didn't have much experience with babies, but Beth seemed to really like her. It made me glad that my two daughters didn't hate each other like my sister and I did when we were kids. Though, that's probably because there's a fifteen year age gap between Rachel and Beth while I'm only three years older than my sister.

Breadstix is kind of like Olive Garden except, Olive Garden's breadsticks actually taste good(which makes absolutely no sense). Rachel said she likes Breadstix because they have good vegan pasta and it reminded me of a line in La Vie Boheme from Rent, which led to another conversation about our favorite musicals. Genetics really are fascinating. I swear Rachel is like my teenage clone.

By the time we got back to our new house, it was almost 9 and Beth was falling asleep in my arms.

"I think I'm going to hang out in my room for a while before I go to sleep." Rachel said. I nodded and she went upstairs with her bags of new clothes. Just as I heard the door to her room close, my phone rang. Will's name was on the caller ID.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey. How was your day with Rachel?" He asked. Beth whimpered slightly in a way that said, 'Get me to bed, mother!'

"Different. It's still kind of awkward." I replied as I tried to sooth Beth.

"I know her. She's still getting used to being around you. Let alone having to live with you. But it'll get better." Will explained. I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me. I heard 'Dance at the Gym' playing in the background.

"Are you watching West Side Story?" I asked. That was one of the many things Will and I had in common. We both could be perfectly happy watching a musical on a Saturday night.

"Yeah." Will admitted with guilt in his voice.

"You suck! We could have watched that together last night!" I jokingly told him. He laughed.

"I'm sorry! We can watch it the next time you're free." He suggested. I sighed dramatically.

"Fine. I'll see you on Monday?" I asked.

"Yeah. What's your room number?" He asked. It took me a second to remember without looking at the email Figgins sent me.

"uh, 216." I told him.

"Awesome! That's right down the hall from me." He said happily.

Rachel

"I don't know if I'll be able to handle six months of this, Kurt." I said to Kurt over the phone. Shelby had gone to bed an hour ago and I was still wide awake.

"Rachel, you've been wanting to know your mom your entire life. Now's your chance. I would give anything to live with my mom for six months." only Kurt would try to guilt trip me into feeling better. I sighed.

"I know. But the fact that she choose Quinn Fabray's baby over me isn't something I can just forget." I explained. I heard Kurt yawn. "Am I boring you?" I asked.

"No. I'm tired. It's past midnight and I'm trying to get back to my school sleep schedule." Kurt said defensively. I decided I would let him sleep.

"Ok I'll let you go. Goodnight Kurt."

"Goodnight Rachel." He replied before hanging up. I sighed and collapsed onto my bed. Usually I would have been asleep hours before, but I simply couldn't. Shelby was nice and welcoming, but being around her made me incredibly uncomfortable. And Beth was worse. Quinn hadn't even spoken of my mom adopting Beth all junior year until I mentioned her. What would she think of me getting to know her daughter while she only was around her for a few hours? I decided that maybe things would be better in the morning. If I was alone in the house I would burst out into 'Tomorrow' from Annie. But I had to be quiet so I got my headphones and plugged them into my iPod. I put it onto shuffle mode and the beautiful sounds of Patti Lupone's voice filled my ears. I was asleep a few minutes later.

Author's note: I'll try to finish the next chapter soon. Please review and give any feedback you have. If you have any questions feel free to ask and I'll answer them.