Glee fic!
I wrote a short Glee ficlet about Rachel! It is Gen and G and pre-series, so I doubt anyone will want to read it, but it hopefully shows a little about why I love her character.
Everybody Loves a Winner
Rachel Berry, Gen, 450 words
Rachel was six the first time Quinn Fabray threw mud at her during recess for not having a mother.
Rachel was five when her dads took her to her first musical - a local performance of the Lion King - it wasn’t quite Broadway, the budget was tiny and it showed, but the ensemble was enthusiastic and the leads performed solidly. Not that any of that mattered to the little girl who saw a magical world beyond her wildest imagination. The magnificence of the colours and masks, the wonder of the music, the beauty of the story, it was all so overwhelming, Rachel burst into tears and had to be taken home during the intermission. The next day over breakfast, she solemnly confessed that she no longer wished to be a mechanic when she grew up, now she wanted to be a star. Her resolve has not weakened in the eleven years since.
Rachel was six the first time Quinn Fabray threw mud at her during recess for not having a mother. She was sitting on the swing, she had yet to figure out how to swing it by herself, but it was set a little above the rest of the playground and she liked the view. It made it easy to play pretend, whether she was a princess locked in a tower or a queen overlooking her kingdom. She heard giggling behind her and loud whispering, followed by shushing.
“My mom said, we need to be nice to her,” someone spoke up.
“Your mom is wrong,” a voice Rachel recognised, interrupted, “Mine said she is adomino-something.”
“What’s that?”
“Dunno.”
“So, are you going to do it?”
“Why me?”
“Do you want to come to my sleepover?”
“Yeah, but…”
“All right, fine, I’ll show you!”
Rachel did know that the other children had moms, but only in a vague way that made her worry about how they coped with having only one dad. She was too young to notice either the pitying or hostile looks of grown ups, but mud on her brand new pink dress was a matter of most dire concern. Her dads bought her a new one, and a matching bow, and told her she was beautiful and talented and that others behaved like this, because they were jealous and she believed them.
Over the years it became easier to ignore the treatment of her classmates, she worked hard to improve her talent and hone her skills and she felt proud of her many achievements, though she was never happy.
The reopening of Glee filled her with hope, Rachel Berry knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was special and soon the whole world was going to find out.
And everybody loved a star.
Everybody Loves a Winner
Rachel Berry, Gen, 450 words
Rachel was six the first time Quinn Fabray threw mud at her during recess for not having a mother.
Rachel was five when her dads took her to her first musical - a local performance of the Lion King - it wasn’t quite Broadway, the budget was tiny and it showed, but the ensemble was enthusiastic and the leads performed solidly. Not that any of that mattered to the little girl who saw a magical world beyond her wildest imagination. The magnificence of the colours and masks, the wonder of the music, the beauty of the story, it was all so overwhelming, Rachel burst into tears and had to be taken home during the intermission. The next day over breakfast, she solemnly confessed that she no longer wished to be a mechanic when she grew up, now she wanted to be a star. Her resolve has not weakened in the eleven years since.
Rachel was six the first time Quinn Fabray threw mud at her during recess for not having a mother. She was sitting on the swing, she had yet to figure out how to swing it by herself, but it was set a little above the rest of the playground and she liked the view. It made it easy to play pretend, whether she was a princess locked in a tower or a queen overlooking her kingdom. She heard giggling behind her and loud whispering, followed by shushing.
“My mom said, we need to be nice to her,” someone spoke up.
“Your mom is wrong,” a voice Rachel recognised, interrupted, “Mine said she is adomino-something.”
“What’s that?”
“Dunno.”
“So, are you going to do it?”
“Why me?”
“Do you want to come to my sleepover?”
“Yeah, but…”
“All right, fine, I’ll show you!”
Rachel did know that the other children had moms, but only in a vague way that made her worry about how they coped with having only one dad. She was too young to notice either the pitying or hostile looks of grown ups, but mud on her brand new pink dress was a matter of most dire concern. Her dads bought her a new one, and a matching bow, and told her she was beautiful and talented and that others behaved like this, because they were jealous and she believed them.
Over the years it became easier to ignore the treatment of her classmates, she worked hard to improve her talent and hone her skills and she felt proud of her many achievements, though she was never happy.
The reopening of Glee filled her with hope, Rachel Berry knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was special and soon the whole world was going to find out.
And everybody loved a star.