Polarized | Finn Hudson

Rachel Berry

Hypocritical was the first thing Rachel thought about others.

There wasn't much Rachel could complain about when she described her childhood past. Two gays dads made up the cliché "want the best for our sweet baby!" title society has. The day after Rachel learned how to walk, her dad enrolled her in the highest quality ballet studio in Lima, feeding her exotic children's food (Kosher friendly of course), and gave her anything with a snap. Rachel always had felt bad asking or wanting something, knowing others weren't as privileged as she was. But, her dads insisted, and they fed her with more and more things to twist her head that she is the most important person to walk the county grounds.

Her one dad,  LeRoy, was married to a women and, as you could tell, created Rachel. But, her mother did have a major calling in New York in which she took. She left a huge savings with him to take care of Rachel make her feel more important than she ever did in the short time as her mother. He was disappointed, but he wouldn't let that get in the way for his love for performing as well. He even became 9and still is) jealous of her mother.  His blood pressure would rise hearing about her mother opening new shows and such. So he made it a point to never mention her in their house, just let Rachel grow up and figure out who she was on her own like they were never related.

Broadway was a big part of the Saturday cleaning music playlists. Rachel was used to belting out the most radical notes while mopping what she could. It of course grew on her, watching tapes on Broadway shows, researching and such. She even asked her dance teacher at once if she could just do Broadway themed numbers for the rest of her life. Rachel would put on shows in her living room for her dads, singing her heart out and performing with random things.  Rachel never wanted to be alone, but she wanted to be alone on stage for all the light. She wanted to entertain others and share her many credible talents with the world. She wanted her loud voice to be heard more than just a few recitals in this small town.

She was quick to learn that the main source of her Broadway happiness and performance life landed in New York. She was amazed about how perfect life seemed to be there, with the beautiful lights and night life, along with the millions of visitors rolling into shows and touring the city. She'd sneak downstairs at night to the family computer just to watch crappy tour videos on the internet, closing her eyes, then imagining she was there. Her feet walking across a stage of her own and doing what she loved.

So, New York was the life for her. Her dads had a mural of the New York City Skyline painted on her wall so she could sit on her bed and imagine she was there. She'd make Oscars out of tin foil and glitter glue, practicing her speeches in the mirror and her Teddy Bear handed her the award. She'd go to school and spill her hopes and dreams to everyone, bringing out printed out pictures from google of everything relating to New York and try to make presentations on them during recess. A few people were stunned, supporting her and treating her like she was a celebrity.

But others didn't take it well.

Jealously and bullying began. People would diss her dreams and crush them any chance she could. They'd taunt her about how everything is just getting handed to her. It was true, but she knew no better. She tried using every opportunity she could to get something to give back to others, but no one took it. They didn't want anything from her but to see her fail in life. People wanted to be the lead in anything she was apart of, but they never tried it when she backed down. That's when Rachel noticed it. People always criticized her for wanting to glitz and glam, but they turned around and felt the same way. They aspired to do stuff like Rachel did, but they got their dreams crushed. So why should they let her have it instead? It was simple: they were hypocritical.

Rachel found her calling when Glee club try outs came along. She knew people who aspired the things she did too would join and was so delighted. Coming in and having the lead, even willing to share it with others broke her free of the hate. She wanted to prove that words don't mean anything over striving to actually do something.

Rachel: When I was a little girl I used to think I was wrong for wanting diamonds and pearls. I never had anything no Chanel or Tiffany like all the popular girls. They say the best things are free but I don't get what they mean, cause I want everything. And money doesn't grow on trees, you can't just plant a seed, you gotta work it out.

Sticking to the normal Rachel ways, she used every resource she could get. She had a huge replication of the skyline that she still has in her room built behind her. Dancers dressed as famous Broadway characters danced around her as a bright stage light focused mainly on her.

Rachel: Gimme some of that cold cash! I want to stuff it in my couch, c'mon bring me those big stacks! I need them bricks to build my house. Give me all of that, all of that 'til the ATM runs out. If money can't buy happiness then why is it so fabulous?

She danced around as a projector came down from the ceiling and started playing old home videos of her doing any time of performance. It actually made her friends smile, seeing her trying to chase her dreams from such a young age. Yeah, she was pretty much a bitch at the beginning of high school, but she has matured.

Rachel: Make that money, make my own money gonna make that money. Make my own money. Make that money, make my own money. If money can't buy happiness then why is it so fabulous?

Her shirt proudly read "Dreamer" on the front. Everyone got up and cheered, even making roses out of paper and throwing them onto the stage. Of course they supported her. She has the talent and quality, but most importantly, she's their friend.

Rachel: Gimme some of that cold cash! I want to stuff it in my couch, c'mon bring me those big stacks! I need them bricks to build my house. Give me all of that, all of that 'til the ATM runs out. If money can't buy happiness then why is it so fabulous?