Stolen Glances

Chapter One

"But dad!" Rachel whined as she followed her dad into the kitchen, having to quicken her pace to keep up. "Why do we have to move?"

"Because, honey, I got a job offer in Ohio. One I honestly can't say no too." Her dad tells her as he grabs some plates from the side and walks over to the table, setting them down perfectly.

"Leroy, you should know that Rachel doesn't care about your job." Her other dad walks in with a grin. "But, Rachel. I promise, this move will do you good." Hiram smiles as she rustled Rachel's hair, which she instantly goes to fix as she huffs.

"How? We are moving from the best place on earth! I can literally walk to see any show I want! You know it's my dream to perform on Broadway, and it's frankly unfair your taking me away from it!" Rachel argues.

"Rachel, you can always come back if you decide too. But for now, we are moving to Ohio. And that's final. Who knows, you might find you like it more than you think." Leroy responds. Rachel crosses her arms and glares at Leroy, who simple ignores it.

"I doubt it." Rachel moans before walking out of the kitchen. Hiram and Leroy share a look.

"She's going to be a handful when we move, you know that, right?" Hiram asks and Leroy sighs and nods.

"She will be. But she will get use to the move." Leroy replies.

***

It was only a few weeks later that Rachel was getting up for her first day of school. She looked over at her alarm and groaned. She was normally quite high spirited, but right now, she wasn't. She hated school. Well, she liked School work, but everything else about it she hated. She was never popular in any way at her old school, more of an outcast. But she was use to it. She was even use to the teasing she had received. But it was all worth it to live in New York. But here in Lima, she couldn't see any positive. But, she silences her alarm and slides out of bed, and gets ready for school.

She decided to go with her usual style. A simple white shirt with a vest sweater over it, and a simple black skirt. She knew her style wasn't exactly good, but it's what she liked. Although, she did feel like she looked like a Catholic school girl, especially with the knee length socks. But, if she wasn't herself, what would be the point?

She eventually goes downstairs, her red bag hoisted around her shoulder as she treads into the kitchen, her dad's giving her a warm smile.

"There's our girl." Hiram says as he walks over and kisses her cheek, passing her a slice of toast. Rachel takes a small bite as she drops her bag.

"Looking forward to School?" Leroy asks.

"Not really. But no point complaining, it won't get me anywhere." Rachel replies, as she leans against the marbled kitchen counter. The only positive thing to the move was how nice their new house was. It was a large house, and her room was almost three times the size of her old one. "So, I'm guessing one of you are taking me?" She asks.

"I am. Your dad needs to get in early." Hiram responds and Rachel nods, grabbing one of the car keys and chucking it towards Hiram, and the two head out.

***

"Britt, I don't know what you want me to say." Santana sighed as she rested against the wall of lockers, looking at Brittany who was fumbling in her locker.

"Say the Lord Tubbington is wrong. I can have lasagne for breakfast." Brittany replied. Santana sighed as she shook her head.

"There's no official rules that says you can't. But it's just... Weird." Santana replied. Brittany looked at her friend before shrugging.