19 May 2010 @ 05:38 pm
It's mostly Rachel this time, and much shorter than normal. I blame Will Schuester.




"Take out a piece of paper and on that paper I want you to
write down your biggest dream. A dream that means so
much you're afraid to admit it even to yourself."




Jesse: Hi.
Rachel: Hi. How was your spring break?
Jesse: Good. It's good to be back. What were you just rehearsing?
Rachel: A guy came to Glee Club to talk to us about dreams. Luckily, I've known mine since I was four: I'm gonna play three parts on Broadway, Evita, Funny Girl and Laurie in Oklahoma. I was just practicing her dream ballet with Curly, it's what I do when I'm feeling a little stressed.
Jesse: That's not a dream. A dream is something that fills up the emptiness inside. The one thing that you know if it came true all the hurt would go away. You singing "Don't Cry For Me Argentina" in front of a sold out crowd isn't a fantasy, it's an inevitability.
Rachel: I thought you'd never come back.
Jesse: And miss all your drama? Never.



Jesse: So what is it? Your dream?
Rachel: I don't know.
Jesse: Well then go inside, find it, and ask it what it's gotta take.
Rachel: Why are you pushing this?
Jesse: Because you're my girlfriend and I wanna know all your secrets. When you lie awake at night, what's missing?
Rachel: My mom.
Jesse: Your mom? You mean like you wanna meet her?
Rachel: I would just like to know who she is. I don't really need to meet her or anything, but maybe just find out her name or something about her. It's silly, it's not like it's going to happen or anything.
Jesse: Why?
Rachel: Well just because my dads never told my anything and I didn't wanna ask them anything 'cause I didn't wanna hurt their feelings.
Jesse: So let's check it out without them knowing. Do you know why I came back to school here? To win another national title and make all your dreams come true. If this is one of them then I'm not gonna stop until it happens.



Rachel: I found her.
Jesse: Your mother? Where?
Rachel: In the library. I've been researching her all morning and as I suspected my intuition has been proven correct. My mother is Broadway legend Patty LuPone.



"I've always had a deep connection to Ms. LuPone, her choice of roles and songs. I decided to do a little math to see if being my mother was even possible. I was born December 18, 1994. Nineteen-ninety-four was a big year for mother, she was a sensation in Pal Joey, but that was in New York. I was born in Ohio you say, well, mother took many breaks from the show to tour with Mandy Patinkin. That April found them at the EJ Thomas Hall in Akron, Ohio for a standing room performance, 9 months before I was born."



Jesse: Are you saying your fathers impregnated Patty LuPone in the Mariott in Akron. Was Mandy Patinkin in on this?
Rachel: All you have to do is look at pictures of her in her performance in Master Class in 1996. Look at the pain in her eyes and the hurt she's feeling from giving up her obviously talented little girl.
Jesse: One question: what was in it for her?
Rachel: Money, a sense of charity for those in need. I guess you're right. Do you wanna hear my research that proves that my mother is Bernadette Peters?
Jesse: Why are you so afraid about finding the truth?
Rachel: I don't know, I guess I just don't want to think that my mother's some teenage trollop like Quinn or worse, some skanky girl who would do anything for money including giving me up.
Jesse: Why does it have to be one of those choices? Maybe she had a really good reason for doing what she did. We need to do a real investigation, like CSI real. Do you have any baby stuff in your house? Something that might give us a clue?
Rachel: My fathers kept every piece of paper related to my life in files and cabinets in our basement. It's sort of a little Rachel Berry museum.
Jesse: Perfect. We'll start there.



Jesse: What took you so long? Your dads will be home soon.
Rachel: There was so much stuff in the basement. It's like a shrine, it's creepy and flattering at the same time. These boxes had the earliest dates on them. My baby teeth.
Jesse: Look.
Rachel: Is that me?
Jesse: Looks like you. I think you're in fifth position.
Rachel: Makes sense. My dad said they used to play Vivaldi into my mother's belly. I'll put that there. My first singing competition, I came in first place.
Jesse: You were 8 months old.
Rachel: I was very musically verbal. Cute little baby shoes.
Jesse: What's this? From mother to daughter.
Rachel: Oh my God she wrote this. She held this in her hand. What are you doing?
Jesse: Playing that tape.
Rachel: No!
Jesse: Why not? She wanted you to hear this.
Rachel: I'm not ready, look, this is all happening too fast. What if she's singing on the tape? What if she's terrible? Or worse, what if she's better than me?
Jesse: I can't believe we're so close to your dream coming true and you're running away from it.
Rachel: No, it's my choice, it's my life and I'm not ready. Jesse I think that you should go.



We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine




"I've got good news: I siphoned off funds from the Cheerios and I took a little shopping spree through the Jazz Hands catalog. You know why? 'Cause the arts matter and I got custom made New Directions jean jackets and some rad tear-away dance wear. Hello. And every piece of sheet music from every Broadway show for the last 50 years. Everything a show choir needs to become champions."



Rachel: Jesse what are you doing here?
Jesse: I said that I was going to make your dreams come true.
Rachel: No! I'm not ready!
Jesse: Yes, you are.
Shelby: Hi baby, it's your mom. I think this pretty much says it all.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving



And still I dream she'll come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather




I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed




Mr. Schue: I have an announcement to make: You've all be reprieved, Bryan Ryan isn't cutting Glee.
Puck: Did he die?
Mr. Schue: No, he didn't die. He's going to be distracted for a couple months while he makes his star turn in Les Mis, he got the lead role.
Quinn: But I thought you got the lead.
Mr. Schue: I resigned, it was the price for keeping the club.



Sweet dreams 'til sun beams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me.
 
 
Current Music: "i dreamed a dream" by idina menzel & lea michele
 
 
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