Sorry for it being such a long delay for such a short chapter!

Edit: Okay. So this awesome person, starophie, pretty much inspired me right here. She's right. It's my story, I can do what I want. So...Puckleberry3

Dislciamer: Don't own! I wish!

Rachel and Shelby were camped out on the couch in the Berry's living room eating chinese food. During the wait at the drive through pharmacy, they established that neither of them wanted to (Rachel) or had the ability (Shelby) to cook dinner. The next twenty-three minutes were spent choosing some place for dinner that actually sounded good, before eventually choosing Five Happiness's chinese food. According to Rachel, it had the best vegetarian lo mein in all of Lima. Shelby had basically gone along with it.

"This is not fun." Rachel stated, absently flipping through the many channels for something to watch. Her knee was elevated on what seemed to be all the pillows that could be found in the entire house. The tower was partially obscuring the television, which now showed a close up of James Marsden's face from the tv airing of '27 Dresses' that Rachel had finally settled on.

"What? You don't want to spend your Friday night hanging out on the couch with me?" Shelby teased as she sat down next to Rachel and handed her a glass of water, before starting in on her dinner. Rachel sighed dramatically.

"No. This is similar to the normal activities I'd be participating in. This whole injury thing just…. Sucks." She let her head fall backwards on to one of the star adorned pillows and sighed again. Shelby pushed away the thought that these were the only plans her daughter had for a Friday night, and instead focused on something more obvious.

"Did you just use the word 'sucks'?" She asked, sounding surprised that she hadn't used a word from her extensive vocabulary.

"I'm in pain. It's the best I could do." Rachel answered in a monotone before picking up her head again, and running a hand through her messy brown hair. The two sat quietly and watched the movie for a little bit, before a buzzing sound from the coffee table caught their attention. Rachel pushed herself up on to her elbows, and reached over to grab her vibrating phone, somehow not knocking over any of the lingering boxes of food. Shelby watched her daughter tap a few buttons on the phone and then bite the side of her lip and blush. Rachel set the phone down on the table without writing anything back.

"Mom?" The voice was hesitant, and Shelby turned to look at Rachel who was determinedly staring at a perfectly manicured nail on her right hand.

"Yeah Rach?" She answered. Rachel didn't look up, just kept staring at her hand.

"Have you ever been in love?" She asked, glancing at her mother for a second. Shelby immediately became flustered. She looked down and began collecting the used plates and glasses to avoid answering the question. She certainly gets to the point. Shelby thought to herself. She didn't answer for a moment, collecting her thoughts and busying her hands with glassware.

"mom?" Rachel prompted, looking at her from her spot on the couch. Shelby met her gaze and nodded curtly.

"Yes. Once." She said simply. If her daughter asked for details, she would certainly tell her, but didn't want to volunteer them. There was a moment of silence, and Shelby could hear Jane singing Benny and the Jets from the movie. Her and Malcolm were waking up in the car before Rachel spoke again, voice still hesitant. Shelby paused again, before walking back to the couch and sitting down next to her daughter. Rachel stared up at her with big eyes. She tried to think of the best way to explain it.

"I don't know exactly how to explain it. But it feels like something that's been missing your entire life is suddenly there. Whenever you see that person, your heart skips a beat, and you feel like each moment you spend with them is special. All of a sudden, it doesn't matter what is best for you, just what will make the other person happy. And all you need is them." Shelby was a little misty eyed. She blinked a few times and looked once more at her daughter, so much like her. "You know that feeling you get when you're performing or singing? Where it feels like your whole body is being swept away in the music and nothing could possibly go wrong?" Rachel nodded silently. Shelby nodded. "It's kind of like that." Her daughter nodded again, and fell silent.

"Can we talk?" Rachel asked, coming out of her silence. Shelby laughed a little.

"I was actually under the impression we were already doing that." She answered and Rachel blushed.

"But yes. Do you want to try getting up the stairs on crutches, or do you want me to get your pajamas for you?" Shelby asked. Rachel scoffed, glaring at the crutches.

"Of course I can do it." She answered confidently, and began to hobble up the stairs. Shelby watched her struggle up the first few before getting the hang of it and making her way up the rest. She began to rearrange Rachel's tower of pillows for something to do, when she heard a small crash upstairs, followed by a "I'm perfectly fine!" from Rachel that made her laugh to herself. Shortly after, her daughter hobbled down the steps like a wobbly giraffe. A very short wobbly giraffe.

After Rachel had settled herself into the couch, Shelby sat down next to her. When Rachel didn't say anything, Shelby gave her a little nudge.

"Who is he?" She asked. Rachel gave a little sigh and looked up at Shelby.

"His name is Noah Puckerman. He's in Glee. And the quarterback on the football team." Shelby nodded, trying to picture the boys from sectionals. "He has a mohawk." She clarified. Ahh. That one.

When her mom didn't comment, Rachel continued.

"We've been…something.. I don't know what we truly are… for awhile." Rachel looked down at where her hands were folded in her lap.

"He told me he loved me at sectionals." Shelby let out a little involuntary gasp and tried to hide it without success.

"Do you love him?" She asked. Rachel looked back up at her mom and shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe. I think so. But between Finn and Jesse I've had my heart broken multiple times." Rachel let out an uncharacteristic moan and fell backwards so she was lying on the couch. "Why does this have to be so difficult?" She exclaimed in frustration. Shelby laughed.
"It doesn't get any easier."