This is a FanFic for Glee. I love glee but I've been loyally writing for PLL. Seriously, check my page there are like 6 or 7! Anyway, I decided I would try something a little different. Hope you all like it! If you do please review. I only write if you review! Love you !

Beth Corcoran looked out her bay window as she smoothed the ruffles of her black designer dress. People were arriving. A lot of people. Some she knew well and some she would have to pretend too. She couldn't cry anymore. Physically. She'd used up all of them and her throat burned from the hoarse sobs and screams of the past days.

There was a small knock at her door and her golden hair fanned across her shoulders as she looked to see who it was. "Come in." she whispered, desperately hoping whoever it was would pop in and say, "Don't worry, we've cancelled the funeral. She's alive after all!" But that was beyond impossible.

It was her Nana. Gertrude Corcoran smiled sadly at her grandchild. "Don't make me go down there." Beth's chin wobbled as she spoke. Gertrude's own tears made her eyes shiny and glassy, "Sweetie, you have to." She sat next to her daughter on the bay window's seat. "You know, your mom would be so proud of you. You are so beautiful and smart." She placed her boney but soft hand on Beth's cheek.

Beth breathed in shakily and nodded. She stood and glanced once more at the picture of her mom on her vanity dresser. Her grandmother followed her down the stairs. Penelope Baker, her best friend, spotted her first. She ran up to the base of the stairs. Beth basically collapsed into her friends arms. "Hon, I am so sorry." Penelope simpered. When Gertrude left the girls, Beth said in a low whisper, "I need a drink."

Penelope smiled and took her to the mini bar. Several drinks were up just for display and Penelope flirted with the young bartender while Beth snuck a Cosmo. Beth just took a few sips and let it plop somewhere else. She thanked herself for having Penelope. She stood by her after each hollow, 'I'm so sorry for your loss' and never made a groan or a sigh.

When they sat down for a second Penelope poked Beth. "What?" she said. Penelope signaled with her eyes to a man across the room. "That guy has been staring at us for the last ten minutes." Beth glanced at him, expecting to see a regular Humbert Humbert sort of character to catch her eye. But he wasn't like that at all. He had naturally tan skin and a full head of dark almost black brown hair. He looked like he might be in his late twenties and was fit. And he had the same hazel eyes as Beth. Weird. "Pervert . . ." she chuckled simply.

Penelope shook her head and pretended to fan herself off, "Oh, no. That is one sexy guy who is begging for it." Beth scoffed, "Nell, we're fourteen." Penelope sat up straighter, defeated. Beth combed through her hair with her fingers. She wanted someone to call them for the ceremony so this could be over that much sooner. The Cosmo was catching up with her and making her head spin.

Suddenly there was a light tap on her shoulder. She spun around and saw a woman with chocolate brown waves for hair and smooth pale skin. She was pretty in an odd way. No one's idea of Miss America. "Hi, um, I know that you must have heard this a thousand times today but I'm . . ."

"So sorry for my loss? Yeah, you'd be right about hearing it thousands of times." Beth smiled sadly. The woman, who too appeared to be in her late twenties, nodded and shakily slipped a lock of hair behind her ear. "Well, I really mean it. I knew your mother very, very well. My name is Rachel Berry-Hudson. Maybe she talked about me?" the woman seemed so hopeful. Beth slightly remembered her mom awing over some Broadway Star on the rise named Rachel Berry. Maybe they'd known each other when Beth's mom was trying to make it in the biz. But this girl seemed awfully young. "Um . . . yeah maybe. The name sounds familiar." She sighed coolly.

Rachel smiled and cleared her throat. "Well, Beth, I really am sorry. Your . . . mom . . . was a great person. It was nice to meet you, even underneath these circumstances." The girl turned and walked away quickly. Penelope, who had been quiet the whole time, looked after Rachel, "How did she know your name? And what was with that weird way she said mom?"

Beth shrugged, "Apparently she was close to my mom. Maybe she told her my name. As far as the way she said mom, I don't care." She rubbed her forehead roughly, a pulsing headache starting. Just then someone clanked a champagne glass and everyone glanced in their direction. Uncle Marty spoke loudly and strongly, "Will everyone please move outside for the Ceremony."

Penelope helped Beth up. She saw out of the corner of her eye that the man who Penelope insisted had been ogling them went in the direction of the back door. The two girls walked outside and Beth took in a sharp breath when she saw the black coffin with white roses placed gracefully over the top. Penelope supported her friend's back and urged her to keep walking.

They finally got to the front row of chairs. The grass smelled too clean. The sky was too blue. The clouds were too perfect. Today shouldn't be bright and happy. There was nothing happy about today. There was nothing to be gleeful about. Father McCroy walked up to the mahogany podium behind the coffin. Beth nearly shook with anticipation.

He smiled sympathetically at everyone. "Family, Friends . . . Loved Ones. We are here to day not to mourn the death, but celebrate the life of Shelby Maureen Corcoran. Beloved mother, daughter, and friend to all."

It continued like that for another half hour. Then people made teary speeches. Beth guessed everyone expected her to say something, being that she had been in the car that night. But she couldn't. She had written a speech. She had made cards. But now that it was her turn to go up and start talking . . . she just couldn't. Penelope took her hand.

When people finally started to leave the spacious house, Beth was surprised how alone she felt. Penelope's dad picked her up, but she would be back later. She was just picking up some clothes and stuff for tonight as she would spend the night with Beth. Gertrude walked up stairs. She said she was going to change but Beth knew here Nana was just going up to cry.

The last person there, besides the caterers, was that same man from earlier. The one with Beth's eyes. He walked over to Beth. Awkwardly he smiled, "Hi." Even though he spoke one word, his voice cracked. Beth smiled tightly. He looked at his shoes, "Um, I know you don't know who I am but my name is Noah. I knew your, uh, mom." He said. There was that weird mom mannerism again. Beth shook her head. All Noah could think was that she looked just like . . . like Quinn. "I just, I had to make sure you were okay. After I heard about the accident I came here as soon as possible and I-I"

"Who are you, exactly?" Beth asked the rambling stranger. Noah, or whatever his name was. He laughed lightly, "You wouldn't believe me." He said. Beth folded her arms, "Try me." Beth rose her eyebrow. Noah shifted his weight. "Did your mom ever tell you the story about when you were born." Beth thought about it for a nano second, "Yeah. Were you a nurse or something. You don't look old enough." She said. Noah sighed, "Just trust me . . . you can't deal with this right now. But . . ." He pulled out a small card with a number on it, "When you figure out some stuff or you just need to ask something . . . I'm here for you."

He numbly handed her the card and turned to leave, only giving her one more parting glance. When he shut the door behind himself, Beth stared wide eyed in his direction. She stared at the small card. Noah Puckerman 855-903-687. "Freak." She whispered to herself, dropping the card in the brass waste basket at the bottom of the stairwell as she climbed up the marble steps. She needed a shower.

Okay so I know that was a really long chapter but it was the first so I wanted to kinda kick start it for all you! Please review if you liked it. Review if you hated it. Hell, review just to say something totally random! Love you all, see ya next time!