The Arrangement

Rachel's father is not who the great people of Lima think he is. He is a ruthless mobster living a double life causing Rachel to do the same. Right before her senior year he drops a bomb on her and she's given a choice. Ruin a whole family or change her entire life. Pezberry—GP! Rachel. Rated T in the beginning for language but rated M for future chapters. GP! Don't like don't read.

Disclaimers: I do not own any part of Glee or its characters. This is purely for pleasure I get nothing else for this. I also do not have a beta so all mistakes are my own.

A/N: Hello all, I have been a writer on this sight for a little over a year now but I wanted to branch out and write a different style of story. This will be the first fic I have written that is GP! and I just wanted to get a feel for it so please be gentle with your reviews but constructive criticism is always welcome. This story is GP! and will get explicit later, If you don't like it don't read it.

Chapter 1

Rachel looked out over the expanse of their backyard off of her balcony just thinking. She'd spent the last three years of her life under the grid pretending to be something she was not. Her parents were not the simple lawyers Lima thought they were. Berry and Berry Attorneys at law, law firm was just a front. Yes, both of her fathers had law degrees and they did run a legit family law practice but her daddy Hiram was so much more.

Her grandfather Jonathon Goldstein was the head of the biggest mob family in New York. When Rachel was born he was overjoyed that he would have an heir to his empire but when they found out that she was not what she seemed things changed. Hiram argued that he didn't need a boy to take over, that Rachel could be groomed to do it just as well but her grandfather was not convinced.

As the years went by he grew to adore Rachel and started to train her in the ways of the family, how to act, how to treat others and how to be what he thought a Goldstein should be. He spoiled her rotten with singing and dancing classes to her hearts content, also letting her indulge in motocross and the like as well. If it had an engine Rachel wanted to race it even at a young age.

Her condition was a well-kept secret, only the most trusted of their staff and associates knew about it. Somehow though when Rachel was 14 one of the lower families found out and were up in arms about it. It was one thing for a woman to take over; and they weren't really keen on that but it was a whole different animal to them for what they considered a freak to take over. This caused a war within the families. The first death threats came in shortly after the leak and they did all they could to keep her safe. A few weeks later she was hospitalized after a hit and run incident. She only had a broken leg and a severe concussion but her body guard had taken the brunt of the hit saving her but being killed instead.

Jonathon decided right then that as soon as she could be moved that they were going to hide her. Leroy and Hiram agreed and they came up with the cover story and fake life they now lived in Lima. They took very few people with them. One being their personal doctor that was given his own practice in Lima, the others were his wife that would work as their secretary and his sister who was a nurse that worked for him. Other than those three they hired a few new guys as grounds keepers at their home that were actually body guards for Rachel as well as a few guards for while she was at school. They also took Leroy's name and started going by Berry instead of Goldstein.

She remembered the day before her first day of school at McKinley and her daddy handing her the box of clothing that would become her new school look.

*flashback*

Lying on her back on the bed she stared at the ceiling pissed at the world. She had just gotten out of her cast the day before and was not happy to be in this damn backwater town where there was nothing to do. They didn't even have a decent motocross track. The one place she found had pictures on the web page and from what she could tell it was lame as hell.

A knock on her door pulled her out of her musings and she called out for whoever it was to enter. She looked over with a sigh as her daddy walked in carrying a box. "Daddy this place is so not ok. Why can't we go home? I can just stay in the house and home school for a while or something. Living here is going to be crap."

Hiram sighed as he sat the box on the bed and sat beside her. "I know you don't like it pumpkin but it is necessary to keep you safe. We cannot risk anyone finding you." He took a breath for the impending meltdown then pushed the box toward her. "Here, these are your school clothes."

Sitting up she scowled. "You didn't tell me this place had uniforms. I thought it was a public school."

She pulled out an argyle sweater and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He shook his head slightly. "It is a public school but it doesn't require uniforms. Everything in the box is for you to create a new you."

As she took out all of the clothes he explained what was expected of her and how she was to come off to everyone. "Just look at it as the biggest acting exercise you've ever endeavored upon. If you can pull this off you can accomplish any role."

As she pulled the final thing out of the box, a pair of Maryjane's, she looked up at him in horror. "You have got to be kidding me. Daddy if I wear this stuff to school people will go out of their way to beat me up on a daily basis. I may as well have stayed in New York. I can't show my face in public wearing this crap."

Hiram sighed and picked up the shoes. "Look, I know this is hard but it's for your own good. Baby these people want you dead and until we can find out exactly who is behind it, all of this crap is necessary for keep you alive and safe with me and your dad."

Scooting closer to her he took her hand. "If you take off your makeup and only wear minimal amounts and wear these clothes they will never suspect that this girl is you. They are going to be looking for the badass Goldstein Princess that you are not this Broadway bound diva that is slightly crazy."

Rachel sat back against the headboard in exasperation. "This is so not cool daddy. It's not fair that I even have to do this."

"I know it's not fair baby but we have no choice for the time being. Your dad and I need you to be safe and alive damn it, just please, for me, do this." He was fighting back tears thinking about how he had already almost lost her.

Rachel sighed and leaned forward to hug him. "Ok daddy but you have to at least take me to the track so I can ride out the frustrations that I am sure are going to come from doing all of this."

"I'm sorry pumpkin but it is not safe for you to be at the motocross tracks. They will be looking in places like that for you." At the broken hearted look on her face he kissed her forehead. "I tell you what. I'll talk to you grandfather about buying that plot of land behind the mansion and you can design your own track just for you. Order anything you want for it."

Rachel thought for a moment. She supposed it was a decent compromise, after all she was sure that after the school met Rachel Barbra Berry future Broadway Star that she wouldn't be making the kind of friend that would want to hang with her at the track anyway. "Fine, can I have that new bike I've been wanting then? Papa promised I could get it if I did what you all asked."

Hiram smiled brightly having her agree with his plan. "Whatever you want."

*end flashback*

Now three years later she was so tired of the persona she portrayed to the world. It was over the top and so not her. She hated that for whatever reason even though the coast seemed to be clear and they were moving back home to the city after graduation that she still had to act a part.

Her thoughts turned to her grandfather and all he expected of her. On top of her singing and dancing classes he required that she take Karate. He didn't mind any of her extracurricular activities as long as she knew how to protect herself. She could fire accurately, clean and fully disassemble a gun by the time she was 10. After she moved she also had to go through more extensive training but she didn't mind it much. The last year everything had really calmed down tremendously.

The hype died down eventually and order within the families was restored but Jonathan was still worried and decided that Rachel would stay in Lima until she turned 18 and graduated high school. She was none too happy about that because of her school life but was resigned to the fact. She did really enjoy glee club and wanted to win Nationals this year. It had been a little nerve racking when they had made it to New York the previous year but they had managed to keep her presence from being discovered in the city and if it hadn't been for that bubbling oaf they may have won too.

She tried to shake that thought off and started pacing. She was glad that she had officially broken things off with him after they got back from Nationals. He was just a beard and part of her cover but she really couldn't stand him most of the time. He never treated her or any girl he dated right and she was tired of dealing with him. Thankfully Quinn seemed to be done with him as well. She deserved better too even if they weren't really friends.

She stopped pacing and sat in a lounge chair with a sigh. This morning her daddy had informed her that she had an arranged marriage that she was to fulfill once they were both 18 in a few months. Apparently this girl went to her school and had no idea that she was about to be tied to her. Rachel knew that there was a possibility that she would have an arrangement but she felt that they were way too young.

She wasn't opposed to having an arrangement because of her condition. She wasn't very hopeful at finding someone that would accept her otherwise. She really hoped whoever it was, was going to be ok with it. Since the girl didn't even know about the arrangement, it stood to reason that she wouldn't know about that either. She was pulled out of her musings looking up as the door opened and her dad came out.

He gave her a sympathetic smile and sat beside her. "Are you ok pumpkin?"

Rachel looked out over the rail and sighed. "I guess. I know that this was always a possibility but it just seems to be so damned sudden. I mean why now, why this girl? Why is daddy doing this before I even graduate high school? My birthday is in December, hers is like a week before. Daddy's talking like we will be married over winter break. I mean when is she going to even be told? When do I get to meet her and what about my condition? What if she can't accept it?"

Leroy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her around to look at him. "Rachel stop, breath sweetheart. Your daddy didn't arrange this, your grandfather did. He wouldn't have set anything up that would hurt you. The girl is our doctor's daughter so she was raised to be tolerant and accepting of other and their differences."

Rachel looked at him shocked. "I didn't know that Dr. Miguel had a daughter my age and just because she's supposed to be tolerant doesn't mean she wants to marry someone like me."

Leroy just shook his head. "She kind of doesn't have a choice Rach."

Rachel opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a voice behind her. "She doesn't have a choice. It's been set up for years. Her family owes your Grandfather and this is how he decided to take payment. They are a good family and he trusts Miguel."

She turned and eyed her daddy. "What if I refuse to marry her?"

Hiram sighed and sat in front of her on a separate lounger taking her hand. "Then her family will owe your grandfather in full and will lose their place within the organization."

Rachel gasped pulling her hand away and stood. "That's not fair. It's not her fault that her family is indebted to him. It's not fair daddy. What if she isn't gay or can't handle my condition. It's just not fair. Most of those kids at school can't stand me. That's not even my fault either. You made up my school persona and they all hate me because of it. Hell even most of the glee club only tolerate me for my voice. Summer break just started a week ago. Do I even get to meet her before school starts? Am I allowed to be myself around her if she even gives me the time of day?"

Hiram stood and pulled her into his arms. "I know this is hard baby girl but it has to be done. You know what he says goes. You will get to meet her tonight when her family comes for dinner and you really need to be yourself around her from now on. I'm sure that when Miguel talks to her this morning that he will explain to her your condition. He told me that she is gay, she came out to them right after school let out and he assured me that she is accepting of all people and she shouldn't have a problem with it."

Rachel scoffed. "I'll believe it when I see it. If it's been set for years and she lives here too why are we just now being told? Why not tell us when we were younger and let us start off as friend knowing that we would one day wed? Or hell, even just let us know each other as friends without knowing about the marriage arrangement? It just doesn't seem right."

He pulled her back just far enough to look into her eyes. "Miguel and I were hopeful that Miguel's father would be able to come to find a better arrangement with your grandfather. He didn't and he's calling in their debt. He wants you to come home after graduation with your wife. Both of you will take whatever classes that you want for your cover careers. You will learn the business from him in your spare time and she will learn from your Grammy."

Rachel sighed and pulled out of his arms. "Fine, just… can I be alone for a while?"

"Of course pumpkin but you need to be ready for company at 4:00 when they get here. We are going to talk then have dinner after." They both came over kissing her temple than turned to go back inside.

Once they were gone she slumped back down in her seat. She was so afraid this was going to be a disaster once this other girl found out all that was going on. Leaning back she stared out unseeing to the grounds again and grimaced to herself. She hadn't even asked her name so that she could prepare herself for what was to come. Taking a look at her watch she sighed and stood. It was just after noon and she hadn't had her morning workout yet and needed to get ready for this train wreck of a meeting to come.

Across town a similar more heated discussion was going on. "I just don't understand all of this Papi. Why do I have to suffer because Abuelo owes this guy something?"

Santana was not happy with this turn of events. She had just found the courage to come out to her parents and now less than a week later she was being told she had an arranged marriage to some chick she didn't even know. It was bad enough that they had to move to this backward town away from New York to begin with to keep this girl safe but now to be forced into a marriage with her… It was too much.

Miguel took a deep breath. "Your abuelo doesn't just owe this man a small thing. He owes the man millions that we don't have. I know you know how the family we work for works. The man is a mob boss mija, if things don't go his way bad things happen. We will lose everything and be out of our jobs, blackballed since we have only ever worked for the family and not just us but the entire family. Tio Roberto, Tia Sasha, Maria, Abuela and Abuelo, all of us work for these people."

Santana deflated and sunk into her seat. Yes, she knew how this family worked and for the most part she had always liked the life working for them afforded her family but this was just… "But why me, why not Cousin Antonia or Lucia? Why do I have to marry the girl? I mean yes I know I'm a lesbian or whatever but papi!"

"Mija this has been arranged since you were 12 years old. Abuelo didn't want to tell you because he was trying to come up with the money he owed so you didn't have too. Mr. Goldstein chose you to be the one. I don't know why but it is what it is. Working for the family it is one of the things we are told up front. The possibilities of arrangements are always there. Antonia is older and Lucia is younger. You are the one that is her age."

"Why a girl though? I mean did they know a 12 that she was gay already. I don't understand. Mario is the same age as us too."

Miguel sighed; this would be the hardest part of this conversation. "She did already know at 12 that she preferred girls. She's also different. There is no way that Mr. Goldstein would arrange her to a boy that may hurt her physically if he couldn't accept her medical condition."

Santana sat up abruptly. "You're marrying me off to someone who is sick. Papi that's not right."

"She's not sick mija she's different. She's been my patient since they found out she was not like other girls."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean she's different?"

He looked to his wife who had been totally silent through all of this and back to his daughter. "She was born intersex. She is all female except for her reproductive organs…"

Santana stood abruptly. "You mean to tell me I have to marry a chick with a dick? What part of lesbian didn't you understand?"

Maribel sat forward finally entering the conversation. "Santana sit down." Santana huffed but complied as her mother continued. "When you told us you were a lesbian I asked you about the boys you had been with. You told me that you didn't mind sex with the boys, it was ok but you were just not attracted to them. You said the female form was just better. It was softer and you just really liked boobs."

Santana gasped at her mother revealing these private things in front of her father. "Mami?!"

She just held a hand up to her. "I know that is private but think about this. You get the softness of the female form and the benefits of her having a little extra."

Miguel seeing where she was going with this perked up. "Yes, she is able to help you give us grandbabies and you don't have to go to a clinic or deal with sweaty boys."

Santana shook her head and sighed. "This isn't fair. You said she lives here. Who is she and if I agree to this is she even going to want to marry me? I mean I'm kind of not a very nice person at school and most of those bitches hate me."

Miguel sighed. "Baby I'm sorry but you don't have a choice here unless you want to see the whole family on the streets. I'm not exaggerating here. We will have nothing but the clothes on our backs. The only person that really has a choice in this is her. If it hadn't been for Mr. Goldstein we would have all been on the streets years ago."

Santana just studied him for a moment. "So this chick has all the power here?"

He nods his head and Santana looks to her mother who is holding her baby brother. She stands and moves to look out the window to her sisters playing in the backyard then looks back to her father. "I guess I have no choice. I will not be held responsible for us losing everything even though it's ultimately abuelo's fault not mine. I'll do it but I'm still worried about whether the girl will want me after she sees who I am. Like I said, I'm not a nice person. Quinn and I rule that school with an iron fist and the only straight I am is a straight up bitch. What happens if she refuses?"

Maribel stood giving the baby to Miguel and wrapped her arms around Santana from behind. "We have to go over to meet with them at 3:00 to talk and for dinner. We'll take it as it comes but if she has a problem with you, you're the one who will have to fix it if you can. I hate that this is being put on you but we have no choice in the matter either."

"I hate that you guys didn't let us at least meet and be friends when we were little. I mean you've worked for the family since before we were even born. It would have made this so much easier. How is it even possible that we've never met? This is so not fair. I can't believe that you let Abuelo put me in this position." She turned and looks at the clock on the wall and pulls away from her mother. "I better go start getting ready."

She left the room and went to her bedroom and to her bathroom to run a bath to try and help her relax. As she bathed she got more tense and angrier the more she thought about it. She would have to talk to this girl since she could back out of this and see if she could talk to her grandfather or whatever. This just wasn't fair and she didn't want to marry some chick she didn't even know and don't even get her started on the rest of it.

Getting out of the tub she fixed her hair and makeup then went to her walk in closet to choose an outfit for this farce of a dinner. Once she was dressed she checked herself in the mirror and smirked. "Eat your heart out," and made her way downstairs to leave.

Rachel was pacing her dressing room trying to decide what to wear. "What do you wear when you're going to meet your future wife and she only knows you as a personality that really isn't you?" She tapped her foot and decided on a pair of black slacks, a red silk button down that was open enough to see her cleavage, black vest that she left unbuttoned and a skinny black tie that was loosely tied.

Fixing her hair to fall in ringlets framing her face she finished her makeup and headed down the stairs when she heard the doorbell. As she came to the stairs she heard her daddy talking to someone then hears a voice that couldn't be mistaken for anyone else. "It can't be," she whispered to herself.

Out of all the girls in school that it could have been, this just wasn't right. As she came down the stairs Hiram looked up and smiled. "There she is now."

Everyone looked up and Santana's mouth dropped watching her descend the stairs then looks to her father. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." This causes Maribel slapped her upside her head.

Rachel just can't believe it. "Well fuck me."

A/N: OK guys this is my first attempt at a GP! fic so please read and review. Let me know what you think. Reviews and constructive criticism always welcome.