A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait! I lost my muse! :( Forgive me?
I'm trying to go back to the POV's for certain chapters, but it'll be one POV per chapter. Let's see what you guys think about that!
-Rachel POV-
I looked up from my bed to see my door opening and Noah sticking his head inside with some people behind him.
"Can we come in?" He asked.
"Sure" I said. I didn't know who it was, but if Noah wanted to let them in, then I knew it would be fine. I don't know what I expected, but the people who walked through were most definitely NOT what I expected.
Noah walked in, pushing the door open with his arms-his strong, muscular, tanned arms- and I turned my head a little bit to see Mr. Schue walk in, followed by…Ms. Corcoran. My Mom. But she didn't know it yet, right? Otherwise she would have said something!
Now I was faced with an even bigger problem. How the hell to I tell my teacher "Hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, but the way, are you my mom?" I mean, who says that?
"Hey Rach" Mr. Schue said, breaking the silence, "how're you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I said, trying to muster up my best show face, hoping it would work. Judging from the looks I got from Noah and Ms. Corcoran, it didn't. At all.
Then it got really quiet for a really long time. "Hey Mr. Schue, why don't you and I go get something to eat?" Noah said, finally breaking the science, but even more exposing the giant elephant in the room.
"Um, sure, Puck," Mr. Schue said, but not before sharing a look with Ms. Corcoran,
"Wait a second!" I thought "That's not a professional look! And why is Ms. Corcoran so nervous, I mean, it's not like I'm gonna bite her head off or go all diva on her! Wait, is that LOVE in his eyes? I mean, he's practically just tearing her down! He's using his Miss. Pillsberry eyes! Wait, are they dating? This is sooo weird. And TOO much for my brain to handle, especially with all the meds they have me on" The boys, or men, I guess I should say, walked out of the room, but before they did Noah turned around and gave me a smile. A genuine smile. Not a smirk! I've got him wrapped around my finger now!
"So, Rachel, how are you doing?" Ms. Corcoran asked, pulling up the chair close to my bed.
"I'm ok, I guess…" I said, trailing off at the end of the sentence, not really knowing what else to say.
"Oh, well, um…" Ms. Corcoran didn't say anything else as she looked at the floor, her eyes softly going over all of my bandages.
"Um, is any of your family going to come here? To see you in the hospital, I mean…" Ms. Corcoran asked.
Besides for you? I thought.
"Um, probably not. I didn't really have a good relationship with anyone in my family besides my dads, but now they're…gone." I said.
"Ya, I, um, heard about that," She said softly, her eyes finally making their way up to my face. "I'm so sorry Rachel. I really am." She took my hand in hers and started to smooth out my skin with her hands. It felt good. Safe. Like home, or a Mom, like I know I will be loved no matter what happens.
"Thank you," I said softly, finally allowing myself to take in the feelings that she was passing on to me. "Do you know how it happened?" I asked.
"N-no," she admitted, "I don't."
"Well, I guess it's time for you to find out, isn't it?" I said, with a smile, knowing that she wanted to hear how it happened.
She looked up at me with a smile. "I guess so." She replied.
"Well," I began the grin on my face fading as my mind started seeping through the memories of what I called my life. "I have to gay dads. They got a surrogate mother to have me." I looked up at her to see what her reaction might be to that. Her face was blank. If there was something I knew about Ms. Corcoran-or my Mom, so I hoped- was that she had a killer poker face. "I never met her. All I have from her is necklace. This one that I'm wearing." I held my necklace in my hands, it surprisingly hadn't been damaged at all during my attack, or whatever it was. Again, I looked to see if there was a change of emotion in her eyes or face, but there was nothing. "As you know, having two gay dads isn't normal at all. Because of that, they always felt that we should be a model family. If you have pain or sorrow, don't show it outside the house. 'You are only allowed to break your show face inside your own room' they always drilled that into my head, it's what I've lived by."
"But did that work for you? Were you happy?" Ms. Corcoran asked.
"Well, I was, in the beginning, but you see, my dads were so bent on having a 'Perfect and Model family' that after a while, they wouldn't ask me about my day, or what I did, they would ask me what my grades were, and if I said anything less than an A+, or if I lied, I would get punished. They never hit me or anything like that!" I quickly added, seeing a very scary look on Ms. Corcoran's face. "They would ignore me, or look at me with disgust. One day, when I told them that I was being bullied by the other kids in school, my Daddy said to me "Well, you deserve it, you have a 3.9 grade average, I mean, what kind of parent would want someone like you?" It was like they didn't care about me. All they cared about was the image of our family. This all happened before I was 7. On my 7th birthday, I woke up and ran downstairs to go see my fathers. They weren't anywhere in the house. I freaked out. Finally, I saw the note on the kitchen door saying that they had gone on a vacation and wouldn't be back for 2 weeks. I didn't know what to do. There was food and everything, so I would just walk to school and back every morning and afternoon. It wasn't so bad, and once they came back, they told me that I couldn't tell anyone about when they're gone. There were usually gone about ¾ of every month, always going somewhere far. When they were at home, they didn't even talk to me. Do you know they missed my own graduation? Every single one of my recitals. They wanted a model family, but they were never there for me! Never!" I was crying at this point, my breaths ragged and fast. Ms. Corcoran stood up and gave me a hug.
"It's alright, sweetie. You're amazing, special, and beautiful. You're a star." She said, with a little more emotion than the student-teacher bond allowed.
After I had calmed down a bit, I continued on with my story. "A couple of weeks ago, they left me a note saying that they had gone on a vacation to Fiji, and that they wouldn't be back for a month. They were going to miss my birthday, so instead, they left me an iPhone. Pretty cool I guess, but more than anything, I just wanted someone to be there. Just once, can't it be about me?" I looked at Ms. Corcoran, she didn't say anything, just smiled a small smile with a single tear falling down her face.
"You know, Rachel, you're not as bossy and self- centered as everyone makes you up to be." She said jokingly.
I laughed a bit at that. "So anyways, one day when I came home from school, I was a bit late. When I got to my doorstep, there were 2 police officers waiting for me. They came inside and sat down. I asked why they were here, and they told me that the plane that my parents had taken to Fiji had crashed. This was just a couple of weeks ago, they just found my dads bodies the day before I met you." I wiped away a stray tear and closed my eyes tightly, trying to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall. Even though they weren't the best parents, I still missed them.
"But wouldn't you be in a foster home or something, you're not 18 yet." Ms. Corcoran asked.
"No, apparently, my fathers made me and emancipated minor when I was 13, but I still get funds from the government and stuff. I can live by myself, which is what I've kinda been doing since they died." I finished.
"Do you miss them?" Ms. Corcoran asked in a small voice.
I thought about it for a while about it, but before I could say anything, I started crying. Actually bawling. I hadn't cried this hard for as long as I can remember. I didn't even cry when they found their bodies, or when I wasn't invited to the funeral, or when my parents ignored me, or when I got bullied, but now, I was crying. I was letting it all out, and I was just…crying. My hands were furiously trying to wipe away my tears, but they couldn't reach it comfortably and properly because of the wires and casts all over me, reminding me what had happened, which only made me cry even more. Suddenly, I felt someone getting in the bed next to me. When I looked up to see who it was, I saw that it was Ms. Corcoran.
"Sshh, don't cry baby, don't cry baby girl. I'm here. Don't cry my star, don't cry star…" She said, wiping away my tears and soothing my hair and rocking me back and forth. "It's ok. Mommy's here." I looked up at her when she said that. "Mommy's here," She said, looking at my questioning face and nodding with confirmation, a small, sad, smile on her face was surrounded with a downpour of tears falling fast, but most definitely not as fast as mine "and she's never going away. I'm here now, baby, and I love you. I always have and I always will."
"Mommy!" I quietly exclaimed before falling into a world of unconsciousness, the pain meds kicking in.
A/N: So, what did you guys think? I didn't really know how to end it or do the Shelby/Rachel scene, but I hope you guys liked it! Was it long enough? I know you guys were asking for more, so was this good? Sorry it took so long! But I hope this was worth the wait!
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~InternationalGleek786