Author Note: This will be a Faberry, but right now for the first handful of chapters I'm going to focus on the Puck/Rachel aspect. Most of this story at first will seem a bit choppy and stuff but I need it to be like that because I want to get some stuff out of the way so we can get to the heart of this story. This is my first so bare with me? I took the concepts of both Glee and One Tree Hill, mixed and deluted them a bit and put a bit of my own twist on things. This is NOT a crossover, but just my imagination at wild.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Obviously.

Lima Medical Center, 1994-

The cries of a newborn broke the tense atmosphere. She's small, but strong, and her Mother looks upon her with tired and wary eyes. This child she carried, her child, would never grow to know her. She would never get to be held in her Mother's arms for any longer than what was allotted to her. But this is what she wanted. She had no other choice. There was another baby that needed her. Her son Noah was waiting on his Mommy to come home so that they could play, and sing and laugh together. Yes, Noah was hers. Not this child she held now. No, she would go to the weeping men in the corner of the room. This beautiful baby wasn't hers. Not hers. Not anymore….

"Do you have a name picked for her?" the voice of her boyfriend startled Shelby from her thoughts. She looked up from the tiny bundle in her arms and watched the mirage of emotions on the faces of the two men in front of her. She swallowed the biting remark she had for them; she didn't want to know…at least not right now.

"Rachel." The men said at the same time. Their hands formed around each other's, grasping at the one thing that had them tethered to this Earth. The happiness they felt was so overwhelming they had no idea what to do with themselves.

Shelby smiled down at Rachel, running one finger down the babies face adoringly. Her throat tightened even further when the tiny brunette grabbed her finger. Tears she had been successful at holding in escaped her and she sobbed openly.

"Rachel," she whispered. "Beautiful Rachel." She held on to the baby tighter, her thoughts racing. They needed the money. This surrogacy was the perfect thing for both parties, one would get a check and the other a lifetime of happiness.

"It's time sweetheart." her boyfriend laid his hand on her shoulder gently. His heart clenched for Shelby. Had he'd known it would of been this tough on her, he would of tried harder to find them money. He sighed, silently praying for the strength to help the woman he loved.

Shelby took a deep breath, bowing her head to kiss Rachel one final time. A whisper of goodbye sweeping past her parted lips as the room began to get busy once more. Rachel's new family stepped forward, their arms reaching out to grab for her. They paused to laugh at their eagerness, and finally Leroy, a tall African American man, stepped forward and carefully took his daughter from Shelby. He smiled kindly at the exhausted Mother, sharing what he hoped to be was a grateful smile with her, and then looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms.

"You have no idea what you're in for kiddo." he laughed. His husband, a small Jewish fellow, nudged him softly in the ribs, glaring at him playfully. Hiram peeked over Leroy's arm, grinning like mad.

"Don't pay attention to Papa, he's a jokester. We're going to make sure you live a fabulous life my darling." just then Rachel opened her eyes and gazed at her Fathers, they both looked at each other and smiled. Yes, she was going to have a fabulous life…..

Lima Ohio, Present Day -

Leroy's Cafe

"…and I'm on my way to believing." the soft, despondent voice belonging to a tiny brunette rang out in one final note. She sighed, closing her eyes as her hands lingered lightly above the piano keys. She felt a brief sadness, knowing how true she wished the song to be. But she was Rachel Berry, and she knew somehow that was a buzz kill for most people.

"You know, its all kinds of sad that your sitting here in this empty café, on a Friday night, singing about…not signing about love until you actually have love, and you, Rachel Barbra Berry, do not have a single love interest." startled by her friends voice, Rachel dropped hands to the worn keys, cringing at the unpleasant sound they made.

"I'd watch it Mercedes, I happen to know the manager here." she laughed, giving her friend a playful glare. The young black girl just glared back, smiling when her friend scooted over on the piano bench, making room for her as well.

"Girl, you gots to get yourself in that Glee club, you know you'd rock the hell out of every performance." Mercedes nudged her friend; she smiled at her, hoping her friend would catch on to her good mood. Rachel fingered a few keys, the soft notes encouraging familiar feelings for both of them.

"You know I won't join 'Cedes. You know why as well.. So please," Rachel's hands stopped their tinkering, and she looked at her friend with pleading eyes. "Please drop it. And as for my love life…" the tiny girl started a slow rhythm on the keys before her, pausing to signal Mercedes to join in, which her friend did happily. "I have everything I need right here."

McKinley High School Auditorium

"Guys, can we at least pretend to be excited?" Mr. Shue looked at his students. Most of them were sitting around backstage caught in one act of boredom or another. They knew it was no use getting excited for their upcoming performance, why would getting booed be exciting? Especially since their star was MIA. They sucked with him, and now that he had seemed to of decided not to show up, they knew the inevitable.

"Mr. Shue?" a small voice called to him. He turned around to see the lone figure of Jacob Ben Israel; the weird afro boy was standing nervously at the edge of the curtain, and from the opening where his body had appeared it gave William Shuester the perfect view of the audience. He sighed dejectedly; there weren't even fifty people out there.

"Yes Jacob?" he tried to keep his voice level for the boy. But he mentally berated himself when the young man seemed to gulp at his presence. But Jacob stepped forward anyways, eyeing the kids from the Glee Club with apprehension. His hands wrapped around a small piece of paper, gripping the note like a life preserver.

"Um…ah. Noah. I mean Puck…well he wanted me to give you this," Jacob handed Mr. Shue the note he had been given. He watched with rapt attention while the teacher took in every word. His nervousness grew with each millimeter the older man's eyebrows lifted.

"Also…please don't kill me for this….but he said that if you didn't agree to his terms, he was going to burn all your Journey records." The afro'd boy gave a strangled laugh, twitching slightly. Mr. Shuester just looked at him, then back to the note in his hand, appearing to gauge whether or not this was just some dumb prank.

"Tell him I said we're on in five." Will decided it was legit, of course he had to play this by ear, but he was pretty sure that he shouldn't mess with the star of his little club that could.

"Y-Yeah. Okay." Jacob smiled at the man. He turned slightly, moving his arms forward to push through the break in the curtain. When Mr. Shue was certain he was gone he called attention to his kids, gathering them around him in a semi-circle.

"Okay guys, I just got word from Puck. He's on his way, but there's been some changes." several students groaned and he scratched the back of his neck.

"We're gonna go back to the duet we arranged last month, you know the John Mayor one. And Quinn? He wants Santana for this." he raised his hand when she started to protest. The Latina just crossed her arms smugly. She knew screwing him the night before would work to her benefit.

"Also, he wants you to start 'Don't stop believing' without him. He..well he wants to make an entrance." Mr. Shue laughed nervously, the glares coming from his students were kind of terrifying him. He took a deep breath, glancing at the time on his watch. Then without further discussion, he motioned for them to get ready. The kids got up, grumbling to each other. But one person in particular was seething.

"I know you fucked him Santana." Quinn had stopped in front of the fiery brunette, narrowing her eyes as the Latina smirked.

"And?" Santana stepped closer to the blonde, silently challenging her friend. When the blonde stepped back the brunette gave herself a mental pat on the back.

"I'm just giving the boy what he needs. Not my fault you're such a prude." the blonde clenched her jaw at the jibe. She knew the Latina had been screwing her boyfriend for months, and in some way she was kind of thankful. It got him off her back a lot about putting out. But it still hurt that Puck couldn't be faithful to her.

"Yeah but at least at the end of the day I know I'm not a slut." the blonde walked away without another look at her friend. Yeah, this was going to be some kind of performance.