A\N: Starts out with Fabrevans but has a Faberry endgame. This is very AU (ie some character don't know each other, class exchange to Mckinley). Sam is a girl because I thought it would be an interesting perspective. This is also rated 'M' because there will be sexy times LATER. Title is from "I Will Never Leave You" from Sideshow. Song snippets from "Airplanes" by B.O.B , "Peacock" by Katy Perry, and "The First Time Ever I saw You're Face" by Roberta Flack. It would be really appreciated if you would read and review because I'd love to hear your suggestions! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler than this

I had always hated airplanes. They were crowded, noisy, and overall just a huge nuisance. Also, crashing into the ocean was sort of freaky too.

My girlfriend Sam Evans on the other hand thought that my fear was stupid and irrational. Which to be honest it was, but at the moment I didn't want to hear about it.

"Quinn, more people die in car accidents than in plane crashes, just relax." She said hotly.

I rolled my eyes. God, she can be so annoying. Don't get me wrong, I love Sam. It's just that she can be full of herself sometimes.

"Fasten your seatbelts, please." droned a flight attendant.

I gulped. The plane was going to take off at any moment. I tighten my grip on the armrest. This is going to be a nightmare.

I look up to notice to notice that Sam is staring down at me. Her bright ocean-like blue eyes bore into me and I can't help but smile. God, she was so sexy. From her long legs to that adorable pixie cut, what wasn't there to like about Sam?

She takes my hand and I lean into her. I suddenly feel safe and sound. She smells delicious, like peppermints. It was hard to resist her right now.

She leans towards me with a mischievous smile. I dip into her too. I can feel the heat emanating from her lips. She's so close to me.

"Teen gays! Stop with the PDA! Anways, I thought you two broke up?" barked Ms. Sylvester, our teacher and supervisor for this class exchange.

I feel the colour drain from my face. I quickly lean away from Sam and crossed my arms. I see that Sam flinches. An irrevocably sadness comes over me. Images of Sam making out with that skank whore Santana Lopez fill my mind.

That had been three months ago. Things had been very complicated between Sam and I since then. It took weeks of begging but I caved in and took her back. I did love Sam, but I didn't know if it was platonic love or romantic love anymore. I closed my eyes. This exchange to America would make it better. Sam would be away from certain influences (AKA Bitch Lopez) and I would be able to spend more quality time with her. Sam and I needed this. We needed each other.

As the plane took off I looked out the window. I wish that everything I was telling myself was true, but I had nagging feeling in my stomach that I couldn't be any more wrong.

Magical, colourful, Mr. Mystery

Great Britain sure got the short end of the stick on this exchange. Lima, Ohio to say the least was bland. It was your stereotypical washed up town with nothing special. I went on an eight hour flight for this? I'm not even somewhere interesting like New York! I'm stuck here while the Lima kids are probably partying back in my homeland.

Even the school is bland. All of us are waiting in a subpar gymnasium for our boarders to pick us up. Most kids have already gone. But with my luck, my boarder is late.

I've barely been here two hours and nothing is going my way. Also, Sam's pissed off that we don't get to room together. All I hear is her whining and complaining to Ms. Sylvester about how unfair it is.

I wanted to hit Sam. Of course Ms. Sylvester wasn't going to let us room together. We're dating. If boys and girls aren't allowed to room together, obviously lesbians aren't allowed either. I know she was doing it in an effort to get closer to me but honestly I just wanted space right now.

As Sam continued to argue with Ms. Sylvester I decided that I should go find out who I will be boarding with. I knew that I was alone because I couldn't room with Sam and honestly, I didn't have that many friends. Even though I'm head cheerleader and dating one of the most popular girls in school, I liked to keep to myself. People always expect so much of me but I have enough to expect of myself to worry about others.

I go up to the list and read through the names. I do a double take. Kurt Hummel. I'll be sharing a room with him?! This has to be some sort of mistake…

But before I can further look into this dilemma Sam approaches me with a serious look.

"Hey, I was wondering if I could talk to you privately." Sam whispered.

I wrinkled my nose, this couldn't be good. We went far into the right corner of the gym so we could talk about God knows what.

Her blue eyes were boring into me again. But this time they had a more serious look to them.

"So, um…" Sam mumbled.

This was weird. Sam never mumbles. She's always so confident and sure of herself, it was one of the many things I adored about her. I also envied it too.

She finally boasted the confidence to say what she wanted to say to me, "I was thinking that we should keep our relationship quiet for now." said Sam nervously.

I blinked. "W-what?" I stutter, quite loudly.

"It's just that we don't know anything about these people, what their views are or how they feel about gays…" Sam explained.

I sighed. I knew Sam was right. We were lucky enough that most people in London were so open and accepting. It was better to lay low for now and get a real good look at these people and their habits.

But I just wanted Sam to hold me. That it didn't matter that people were ill towards us, all that mattered is that we had each other. That our love was so strong that we could take on anything. Was that too much to ask for? To ignore people and just focus on each other? This trip was supposed to make us stronger, not weaker.

"Yeah, it's totally fine Sam, I understand." I stammered. I smiled up at her even though it hurt to do so.

Sam told me she loved me and walked off. Her boarder was here. Lucky her, I'm still stuck here with an obviously botched room assignment.

"Quinn Fabray?" a masculine voice called out.

I turn around and find myself looking into the eyes of Mr. Kurt Hummel himself.

I smiled tentatively as I took was I saw in. Well, it was obvious why I had been placed with Kurt. From his fabulous plaid suit to his perfectly shaped hair, it was pretty obvious that Kurt was gay. At least Sam and I weren't alone.

Kurt's father, Burt helped take my belongings to car. While driving me to their house, Burt made some small talk asking about me and my family while Kurt stayed silent. This made me nervous. Does he already hate me?

When we got to their house, which was lovely in a homey kind of way. It was precise and clean with family photos everywhere (not to mention that the house was huge). I felt like I was going to pass out from exhaustion so I followed Kurt up to his bedroom.

Kurt's room was something else. The walls were light beige but the border was leopard print. There were hand drawn sketches of outfits tacked up against the walls beside playbills. There were piles upon piles of Vogue everywhere. His closet was exploding with some of the most exquisite clothing I had ever seen. I couldn't help but smile. This place was amazing.

"Wow." I said in awe.

"I know, right?" he said with a cocked eyebrow.

I yawned and headed over to the bed. I collapsed onto it immediately. I was just about to finally let my eyelids close when Kurt thought it would be a good time to talk.

"I have one question for you before you pass out." He said.

"Yes?" I groaned.

Are you in a relationship?" he asked carefully.

My head jolts up. Shit. I am terrible liar. I shouldn't even have to lie to him. He's gay! But I promised Sam, and he would find out sooner or later.

"It's complicated" I settle for.

"Ah, I see…" he says nonchalantly.

"Why did you want to know?" I ask.

"Oh, I was just curious." he smiled.

"Mmm" I mumble.

I usually would have been more interested in a subject like this but sleep was calling. My eyes slam shut and I dream peppermints and plaid suits.

The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes

Waking up at six in the morning isn't fun. Especially when it takes Kurt two whole hours. He has to moisturize, pluck eyebrows, fix his hair, and finally pick out an outfit (which is what took the majority of the time).

I, on the other hand took about 15 minutes. I was wearing a short light blue dress with a red cardigan. I pulled my long blonde hair back into a sloppy ponytail in an effort not to look so homeless. I slip on some ballet flats and I'm ready to face my new school, Mckinley High.

Kurt glances over me, "I don't know what to say about your fashion sense but you're so stunning it doesn't even matter."

I smile and say, "Aw, thank you Kurt… I think?"

"Trust me." He says, "It's a compliment." And he struts out the door.

I have to say, I was starting to like Kurt.

The walk to Mckinley wasn't that bad. Kurt couldn't drive us because some crazy girl who was in love with him through a rock through his windshield and his dad refused to get him a new car.

We got to Mckinley and I had to go on a mandatory tour of the school. Sadly, Kurt had classes and had to leave. He wished me good luck and said he would hang out later. I was alone. Sam wasn't talking to me so that we could "protect each other".

There wasn't much to say about the school. Doors leading to classrooms, never ending hallways, posters telling us who we should be and what we should do…

I lose my train of thought when a tall clean cut teacher (with oddly shaped hair) addresses us.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Schuester, Mr. Schue for short. I will be your guide today and hopefully throughout the next five months a friend." He says cheerfully.

I notice Sam across the room and we make eye contact. She quickly looks away. I feel my cheeks getting hot. The least she could do was speak to me. Two girls talking do not make them lesbians, for God's sake.

I sigh. To make things even worse, the tour kind of blows. Mr. Schue was trying to make the school sound outstanding when in reality it was just about average. We to all the classrooms which were practically identical and we even went to the gym which we had already been to. When we finally got to something interesting I almost missed it because I was daydreaming.

"…And this is the Glee club room. We sing and perform and we even go to Sectionals, Regionals, and if we're good enough, Nationals!" he said excitedly.

This perked my interest. Although not many people know it, I love to sing. It makes me feel special. I also love to perform, hence the cheerleading thing. But I always wonder what it's like to sing all alone on stage with a spotlight shining down on you…

I had told Sam once about my secret passion for singing and she had laughed at my face and said the idea was ridiculous. I know Sam was trying to be realistic but it stung.

I was looking around the room. This room unlike the others seem to have life. There were group photos on the wall, trophies (whether it was first place or 12th place) on display, and there was this overwhelming feeling of joy in the room.

I realized that I wasn't listening to Mr. Shue talking whatsoever.

"…And here we have our captain of the Glee Club, Rachel Berry!" exclaims Mr. Schue.

I look over to my right just to see who this Rachel Berry is.

It was like time stopped. She was stunning. She had long deep rich brown hair, which curled towards the end. Her face was heart-shaped and petite. She had long lean legs which her denim jeans were hugging tightly. She was also wearing an animal sweater that accented her body in all the right places. Most people wouldn't be able to pull of an outfit like that but she made it cute and quirky.

It was her eyes though that made all the difference though; eyes that were the black-flecked deep brown of pecan shells. Her eyes could make me want to pour out my heart and soul to her. I felt myself falling in love with a pair of eyes.

I notice that she was staring at me. I bite my lip and tentatively smile at her. She smiles back. My heart explodes.

But I feel someone staring at me who isn't Rachel. I look over to my left to see Sam glowering at me. Her face was full with anger.

Things are about to get very complicated.

tbc

A/N: I hope you liked it! I'll try and have the next chapter up soon!