Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I do not own Ryan Murphy either.

A/n: This is my first fic, so I'm not that good. This is going to be AU. And it's set after Season 3. Basically Rachel and Santana both got into NYADA and they are best friends. Rachel isn't as uptight as she is on the show. Nick, Jeff and Sebastian were from the Warblers and they are in Julliard. There will be Klaine. And they meet because Kurt is in NYADA but Blaine is in Julliard. I fully intend to go on with the idea of ValenBerry and Sebtana and I don't know who to pair Jeff of with so if you have any ideas, please let me know. This chapter will be like a filler of what happens at first. They don't meet yet. And please please click the little button "Review". Or Favourite. It won't hurt. I promise.

Rachel's POV (Point Of View)

I giggled to myself as I strolled across the airport my new ELLE tote on my shoulder. I was in New York! All my life I was dreaming of this and here I was! Santana matched her pace with mine and gasped slightly as we exited through the double doors. New York was everything I imagined it to be, if not more. The tall skyscrapers reaching up to the sky. The busy but steady hum of people rushing through the crowded sidewalk. The birds twittering in the air and the honks of the cars on the road. New York was full of life. I took in a breath. No wonder they called New York the City of Dreams. It definitely was one. And I was going to complete my dream.

"Stop staring, San!" I grumbled for what seemed like the billionth time. This was the fifth time I had to drag her away from a store and I was getting impatient. Tapping my foot on the ground, I waited for five seconds before pulling her away from the clothing rack.

"Rach! You're such a meanie!" she muttered under her breath.

"I know. But you love me anyway. We can go shopping another day with Kurt!" I laughed a little at her expression and grabbed her hand, spinning around.

"I still can't believe we're here." Santana said, her eyes sparkling.

"I know, it's a little surreal. But, hurry up! We need to meet Kurt at NYADA now! And you know how he gets with waiting." I snapped lightly with a smirk on my face. She gasped a little remembering what happened the last time he got angry. Even, Puck got scared. Damn, Kurt was scary when he wanted to be. She grabbed my hand and pulled, tearing down the pavements of New York. With our hair flying with the wind, we started laughing crazily, ignoring the passerby's stares and mutters. I looked up at the sky and smiled. We were here in New York, living out our dreams. That's what mattered.

We reached NYADA soon, out of breath, considering the fact that we just ran down like three streets to the school afraid of an angry Kurt. What we saw was not an angry Kurt, however. We saw a completely-lost-in-thought Kurt as he locked lips with Blaine Anderson, pulling him closer. Santana coyly made a cat-call and they pulled apart flustered, blushing furiously. I sauntered over and pulled him into a hug, while speaking to Kurt, "I missed you so much! I'll overlook that little snippet of PDA for now, but you need to tell me everything considering that when you both left for New York, you were on a break…"

"What can I say? Blaine holds my heart!" he said mock swooning, while I grabbed Blaine in to another hug. Santana looked over at us with a smirk on her face, "This is a wonderful welcome party, Hobbit. But, I really need to get going. I haven't decorated my room in Julliard yet." Santana said.

"Oh, ok. Go on. Blaine can follow. He's in Julliard too." Kurt replied.

"Hobbit? Oh joy." She remarked, throwing up her hands in mock exaggeration, her grin giving her away. Blaine pushed a hand through his hair and shot us a grin, before motioning to Santana and the two of them set off down the streets.

"Ok. Now that they're gone, down to business. Are you ok? I know Finn's my step-brother but he's a complete imbecile. Have you told anybody?" Kurt asked concern in his eyes.

I shook my head, "I haven't. It's hard for me to talk about it, Kurt."

He nodded sympathetically and replied, "Well, he's gone and you're free. He was controlling you anyway." Looking back now, I realised Kurt was right. Finn never let me talk to other guys and I even had to keep my dance classes with Jeff a secret. Him proposing to me was a way to tie me down to Lima so I could never go to New York. He was a part of my past, and I was faced with my future here.

I smiled brightly at Kurt, "Let's go. You said you wanted to give me a tour anyway."

"True that. I also need to give you a wardrobe makeover. Even though your taste in bags is impeccable, your sense of style is still the same." Kurt eyed my sweater and skirt combination critically. I looked down at my outfit and found myself agreeing. I needed to reinvent myself. "Ok. When do we start?"

"I thought you'd never ask." He quipped and proceeded to drag me off to the nearest store. Laughing at his enthusiasm, I ran to keep up with his pace. I felt great here. I mused thoughtfully, I couldn't wait to find out what New York had to offer.