This is my attempt and writing... tell me if I should continue.

I do not own Glee or any of these characters

Rachel POV

This is the day I thought, as I went through my morning routine. I finally get to give everyone a piece of my mind. I got dressed in skinny jeans with a few rips in the knees, a tight blue V-neck t-shirt, a gray hoodie, and my worn black converse. I quickly put on some light makeup before grabbing my leather shoulder bag, faux of course, and my sunglasses before bounding down the stairs to greet my fathers who are sitting at the kitchen table, both reading the newspaper. They both look up and smile when they see me. "Are you sure you want to do this today, sweetie?" Daddy says before folding his newspaper and placing in on the table. "He's right pumpkin, you can hold it off a little while" says dad a he puts down his paper as well. I smile softly at both of my fathers; I love how much they care about me. "I need to show them who the real Rachel Berry is. I'm sick and tired of everyone pushing me around and not acknowledging my abilities. I need to do this, and I'll have Ark and Bee with me," I tell my dads. Daddy sighs, stands up, and kisses me on the forehead. "As long as you know what you're doing, we're with you one hundred percent," he says as dad stands up and kisses me on the forehead as well; saying "Go show them what you're made of sweetheart". I grin at them, kiss both of their cheeks, "I'll tell you what happens later, I love you," I say before taking a granola bar from the table and running out of the door when I hear a car horn.

I smile when I see one of my best friends leaning against his truck, grinning. I run towards him and he picks me up in bear hug before dropping me softly. "You ready for this, Jew babe?" He says as I scowl at his nickname for me. "Noah, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" I reply. "But you're my hot Jew, babe" he says. "Noah," I groan. "Fine," he says "Did you talk to the girls?" he asks me. "Yep," I reply, "Did you talk to the guys?" I ask him. "Yep," he says, "and Hobbs is coming during glee." I squeal "I can't wait," he smiles and starts the engine. We listen to the radio and talk during the short ride to school. When Noah pulls into the lot I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I get out of the truck and Noah throws his arm around my shoulder and leans down and whispers "Lets do this."