Title: Chop Suey

Author: Skylirjames

Disclaimer: I dont own glee or any of its characters. I only own the story idea and I make no money from this or any of my other story ideas.

Summary: I suck at summaries but if you have read my work before you know that My stories always are AU and usually have twists to them. Some are sad and some will have happy endings. I guess the best summary is...Tired of her life Princess Rachel leaves her kingdom in search of love. Faberry

A/N: Thank you for all those who will review this story. It is my first Glee Fanfiction. All you people who read and those who read and review are very important in the fan-fiction world, its you guys who keep us writers going so keep up the good work. Your reviews are like sugar cookies to us writers. And should be thanked everyday for encouraging us writers to continue writing.

1880 Morocco

Bombs bursting left and right as craters of the earth appeared and tidal waves of sand rained down from the sky. The air was thick with smoke and gas as the war torn country continued it battle. No longer were the days of peace and jasmine perfumed nights upon the Moroccan shore. Huddled together in the castle dungeon that had long since been abandoned two women held each other for dear life.

As the castle walls shook and the cries of agony of their people reached their ears, the blond warrior held the sobbing brunette even tighter into herself comforting the girl with her words.

"Il castello potrà cadere ma noi no, mio amore. Resisti, non versare un'altra lacrima perchè gli dei ci hanno create l'una per l'altra Raelle. La morte ci insegue adesso, ma non ci farà sue prigioniere. Saremo di nuovo insieme, in molte altre vite."(1) Cupping the brunettes cheek the blond leaned in for a kiss that was quickly accepted. The pureness and innocence of the kiss stilled time around the both of them freezing the two women in that simple embrace as the castle crumbled to pieces around them.


Morocco, Now

Moaning in distress the mass that continuously moved under the 10000 count Egyptian silk blankets and sheets rolled right off the bed; landing on the floor with a loud thud and startled yelp. The lump rose from the ground as the body inside fought against the tangled mass that had become her bedding. With a cry of victory as the body finally broke free there stood in all her glory a seventeen year old brunette looking around her room for any other assailants that wished to take her on in her sleep blurred vision. Finding no one the girl shrugged her shoulders, wiped her eyes free of sleep gunk and turned to head for her shower. Only to land flat on her face with an oomph as the air was knocked out of her lungs. "Ow..."

A knock at the door sounded as a soft voice floated through the oak wood of the door, "Princess? Are you alright? Princess Rachel?"

"I'm fine" Came the muffled reply of the silken tanned body on the floor. The voice barely audible as it was absorbed into the plush carpet that had cushioned her fall.

"Rachel? Midget if you don't answer me I will break down this door" The voice yelled through the door now.

Quickly getting up in a panic Rachel shouted as she stood. "Don't you dare Santana! I am not decent yet, and if you do I will scream at the top of my lungs."

"Please as if that is a threat, you've forgotten that we've known each other since we were in diapers I've learned to block out you're annoying voice. Now get dressed you've got a date with the idiot Jacob set up by your parents in two hours." The voice scoffed.

"Again!" Rachel groaned in annoyance as she finished disentangling herself from her blankets of doom. Running to her closet the brunette had just made it as her bedroom door opened and her body guard Santana let herself inside the princesses bedroom.

"Yes again, despite Jacob being an idiot, creep, pervert and a stalker...really I have no clue what your parents saw in him when they made the arrangement. You and he are still betrothed under the contract yours and his parents had set up when we were five. Hopefully when you guys have kids they will get your hair and not his Jew fro." Santana smirked as she laid back on the plush bed waiting for Rachel to change.

"There is no way in hell that I am marrying Jacob Ben Israel, let alone having sex with him. I would rather throw myself off a cliff then marry that creep." Rachel complained as she came out her her closet dressed in a emerald green sundress. Her thick long wavy hair cascading down to her hips like a stormy Arabian night. In Rachel's left hand she held a golden brush. It was a family heirloom that had been passed down from generation to generation starting with her great great great great grandmother Queen Raelle Adelaide Berry who had given the brush to her daughter before she ran off to be with a soldier in Italy that she had fallen in love with. It was such a romantic story one that Rachel had never got tired of hearing when she was a little girl. It had such a big impact on it that for the past few years she had been having nightmares and strange dreams about it.

Lightly slapping Santana's stomach with the brush, Rachel sat beside her friend who picked up the gold brush and started to brush the princess' hair and braiding it. While most out side parties would assume that these two girls hated one another the truth was they were closer then most siblings were. After the announcement of Rachel's engagement and that Santana would be her lady in waiting/body guard they had grown even closer.

"Santi?" Rachel asked in an almost timid voice that was unusual for the brunette who was one day going to rule a kingdom, after Santana had finished fixing her hair.

"Yeah Rach?" Santana asked softly.

"Have you ever thought about running away? You know seeing whats out side of these palace walls and living like a normal person?" Rachel asked just as soft.

The silence in the air that followed after Rachel's soft spoken question hung heavy in the air like a wet blanket it seemed to drape the entire room, as one girl waited for an answer and another tried to think of what to say. After several minutes of silence a loud pounding knock on the startled both girls as Santana finally whispered the word "Sometimes."

"Princess...Prince Jacob has arrived for your outing. Your parents have requested your presence immediately." Rico Lopez's voice sounded through the door to the two girls.

"Thank you Papi, well be right out." Santana sweetly called back to her father in response as a disgusted look crossed over Rachel's face.

"Come on short stack time to face reality." Santana snarked with a frown as she stood from the cushy bed, offering her hand out to help Rachel up.

Pulling the reluctant and grumbling princess the stronger girl laughed heartily as the words "stupid strong man-hands, handling me like a stupid doll on a shelf. Show you one day Santi, a reality you wont forget."

"Stop laughing at me, Santana!" Was screamed from the hall as the door to Rachel's bedroom closed resolutely behind the two girls.


Lima, Ohio

The bright sun shone through pure white curtains, illuminating an even whiter room that lay beyond them. Till the suns ray's reached the blond haired hazel eyed HBIC Cheerio. Who was once again laying in her bed and starring up at her ceiling blankly as she tried to find the will to get out of bed at this ungodly hour of five in the morning and go to school for a five thirty am cheerio practice. Rolling on to her left side closing her eyes Quinn tried to block out the world for five minutes when her phone began to chirp and vibrate alive.

I hear my name
I hear the trash you're talking
In your sleep
The secrets that you're keeping
A chick, this smart
Did you really think that you could keep her in the dark?

Does she purr?
Does she make it hard?
Hard to speak
Does she dress the part?
I'm sure she'll take some getting used to
Darling, she won't ever be me

Listening to the lyrics a smile spread across her face as she rolled back on to her back and reached for the phone. Knowing exactly who was calling the blond quickly picked up the phone before it went to voice mail.

"Hey B." Quinn softly intoned

"Q, do cats read?" Came the panicked reply to her greeting.

"No B, cat's can't read. Why do you ask?" Quinn answered patiently

"Cause I swear to you mine is reading my diary. It keeps giving me these weird knowing looks." Brittany answered seriously.

"B, I promise you cats can't read, and whiskers is probably looking at you strangely cause you nurse abandoned ducks in your locker till they get better. He probably can just smell them." Quinn placated the blond.

"Okay Q...Are you gonna pick me up for practice?" Brittany asked brightly now that her world had been righted.

"I always do, B, I will see you in fifteen minutes okay? Write it down so that you remember, okay?" Quinn told the other blond.

"Okay Q, see you soon." with that said Brittany hung up the phone leaving Quinn once again in her quiet white room. Rolling out of her bed and landing on her feet stretching the blond ran to her en suite bathroom and started her daily ritual of waking up before practice. Twenty minutes later Quinn exited her bathroom looking like she had stepped out of a magazine, in her pressed and immaculate cheerios outfit and her HBIC game face on. Grabbing her keys she exited her bedroom, ran down the stairs ignoring the passed out bodies of her drunk parents and went straight to her car.

Speeding out of her driveway she stopped four houses down and honked her horn for Brittany. Letting the absent minded blond know that she had arrived.

"Hey B." Quinn greeted as soon as Brittany had entered the car.

"Hey Q." Brittany greeted cheerfully with a bright smile, putting on her seat belt as Quinn stepped on the gas and speed to WMHS for what some called hell but the two blonds called Cheerio practice.

Arriving at the high school at five thirty on the dot both girls exited the car and walked out on to the football field to hear the screams of their coach Sue Sylvester scream through her bullhorn at the group of 18 Cheerios both male and female alike who were running suicides.

"You think this is hard, try dodging bombs during a war drill, and performing a triple bypass at the same time, now that's hard. Q; B; Your late!" Sue barked out when she caught sight of her two co-captains walking onto the football field two seconds after five thirty.

"Sorry Coach, I thought my cat was reading my diary" Brittany said chirpily as she ran to join the other cheerleaders on the field.

"And whats your excuse Q?" Sue snarled.

"No excuses coach S, just late?" Quinn grinned at her fear invoking leader. Now if it had been anyone else that has spoken to thee Sue Sylvester like that, they would have been shitting themselves in fear. But not HBIC Quinn Fabray, she had the one advantage that those fear shitting their pants people didn't. Smiling brightly as she watched the defeat in the coaches eyes Quinn laughed internally as the great big bad cheerios coach deflated and grudgingly told the young blond to join her team mates. See while most envy Quinn and respected her for being the only one to show no fear in front of the devil herself, what they didn't know what that the head blond cheerio was actually Sue's favorite and only niece. Only one other person besides Quinn and Coach Sylvester knew that fact and guarded it with her life, not out of fear or anything like that but because she loved both of her fellow blonds that she had known since she was a baby and would take that secret with her to the grave or until her friend and coach were ready to admit that they were related to the world.

Joining her other cheerios, Quinn smiled happily at Brittany as they gave each other high fives and continued on with their routine known as "practice". Though if one were to look closer they would know that as she counted her 20th suicide the blonds smile had dimmed. The feeling of something missing as always clouding her mind and body as she pushed her body to its limit and beyond.

TBC...

A/N: Read and Review please.

(1) "The castle may fall but we will not my love. Stay strong, shed no more tear for the gods have created us for only each other Raelle. Death is after us now but he will not make us his prisoner. We will be together again, in many life times."

p.s. thanks for the translation im still learning as i go you rock ^_^