okay, so this is my first glee fic. Be kind, or not, I guess criticism is welcome as well as compliments! Any suggestions will be taken into consideration. :) enjoy!

pairings- Finchel, Quick, Tike, Britanna, Klaine, Puck/OC, sorry, as of now Sam has no love interest. Maybe it will change if anyone has any ideas!

disclaimer: I do not, will not ever and have never owned Glee. Unfortunately, I only own the characters you don't recognize. BTW, I named Lucy after Quinn's real name (remember Lucy Caboosey?), because I gave her all the traits I hate about Quinn and the "Quinn" in this story is a nice, non scary, version. ^_^

-Finn-

"Yes mom, Lucy and I are fine! No, mom, she's not making me say that, I love you too," I hung up my phone and dropped it onto my bed. Of course I lied, Lucy hates it when I talk to my mom about our "issues". Something about how we need to appear perfect even when we aren't, and lately we are NEVER perfect. Of course that might have something to do with me going to school at NYU and her being home in Lima, Ohio. It's weird, lying to my mom like that, I usually tell my mom everything. We've always been close, especially considering she raised me by herself. I've never really had a guy I could look up to, until my mom married Burt. Now I have a father figure AND a brother. Plus, Kurt's a pretty rocking brother.

"You need to get OUT!" Puck burst through the door to our dorm room and picked my backpack up off the floor and dumped it out into the hallway.

"Puck, what the hell?" Puck may be my best friend but he wasn't the best roommate. He sexiled me a couple times a week at least, at least I knew Mike wasn't getting laid, so I could bunk with him.

"Ashleigh is going to be here in fifteen minutes, LEAVE! I had a crappy day, I need Puck time!" He ran his hand through his mohawk and tried to shove me out the door.

I sighed, there was no point in arguing with him, he'd get it on with or without me in the room, the only reason he bothered kicking me out was because Ashleigh wasn't the exhibitionist type. "Fine, but let me get my phone," I pushed by him and grabbed my phone off the bed. "Make sure you keep away from my bed, okay?" I asked as I walked out into the hallway.

"Why? We didn't last time," He smirked before shutting the door in my face. Dick.

-Rachel-

"SAN!" I pounded on the door to our dorm room. "SANTANA! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" I screamed over the music blaring from inside.

"Jesus Berry, I needs to get my mack on, lay off will ya?" She complained from the other side of the door.

"Is Matt in there? San, I NEED my lab notes! I have an exam tomorrow!" I cried. I heard a groan and some moving around. Suddenly I felt my notebook slide under the door and hit my ankles. "Really San?" But she responded simply by turning the music back on.

What do they call this again? Being sexiled? I sighed, I'm getting really sick of sleeping on the couch in the common room. I sulked down the hall with my notebook in hand and rounded the corner. Ramming into something huge on the other side. My notebook flew out of my hands and I bounded to the floor with a gasp.

I looked up to see an incredibly tall, incredibly handsome boy staring down at me with a shocked expression, "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" He sputtered. He knelt down to pick up some of the papers that fell out of my notebook and handed them to me. He then offered me his hand and helped me up.

"It's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going, it's so late, I didn't think anyone else was out and about," I explained, lost in his eyes, they were the color of rich honey. They looked just as sweet too.

He shrugged, "got sexiled," I found myself giggling at the comment.

"Me too," I blurted and quickly blushed, oh god, great now I'm the dorky short girl in advanced lab who never gets laid and sleeps in the common room. Then again he was sexiled too, but he most certainly didn't look like someone who would get sexiled, that was just wrong and he looked like he could do all kinds of right.

-Santana-

"that was close," I whispered, leaning in for another kiss. Feeling the warmth radiating from the body beneath me. Making me feel so loved and secure, something I never really felt before now. I finally understand love.

"I know, but would it really be so bad if she caught us? She's your best friend, she'd be accepting wouldn't she? She has two gay dads," The blonde sat up, and I sat indian style in front of her.

"Yeah, she'd be great about it, I know it. It's just I'm not ready for people to know yet, and I've been lying to her, telling her I'm with Matt when I'm with you and I don't want her be hurt that I didn't tell the truth," Berry really was my best friend. She and Q have gotten me through a lot of shit over the years. Out of everyone I know she understands me the most. I was a little annoyed at how emotional and sappy I was getting over this. But Brit brought that out in me.

"San, you know I love you, I wouldn't let anything happen to you," Brittany said, as if she would be able to defend me against the pigs that made up our athletics department.

"Brit, don't be so naive, there are bad people out there, sure I can hold my own. But it's you I'd be worried about, you're so innocent Brit. I don't want anyone to ruin that!" I stood, I could feel myself getting worked up.

"What are you talking about? I've been out for a week now, I told my parents last weekend when I went to their place for Lord Tubbington's birthday," She responded, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

I stared at her, confused. "You came out? You didn't tell me! Brit, are you okay? Has anything happened?"

"No, everyone's been pretty great actually, at least to my face, don't worry San. If anything happened you'd be the first one to know. I know you could destroy them with your brutal brutal words," She smiled sweetly and I couldn't help but smile back. I love her.

-Finn-

We sat on the couch in the common room. She was cross legged and facing me, her body small enough to fit herself easily on the one cushion. She was adorable, and so smart. I could tell because she kept using words I didn't understand. I offered to buy her a soda out of the machine and she called me chivalrous, which I suppose must be a good thing because the way she looked at me when I said it, you'd think I'd just lifted the entire machine with one arm.

We talked about our roommates, she'd met Puck. He hit on her during orientation freshmen year. Of course he did. I knew Santana from chemistry, or biology, or some science class I had that involved a lot of microscopes. Though I'd only seen her actually in class a handful of times, I guess she skipped a lot.

"So where are you from?" She asked me, popping open her can of sprite.

"Lima, Ohio, tiny town you've probably never heard of," I answered, grinning foolishly at her.

She giggled. Dear god that was the cutest sound ever. Wait, wasn't my girlfriend's voice supposed to be the cutest sound ever? Lucy's voice was definitely a lot of things, shrill, maybe but cute? I dunno.

"Nope, you're right. I've been a New Yorker all my life, It's my home and there's no place else I'd rather be," She said proudly.

"What are you here for?" I asked her, for some reason she seemed like she should be somewhere better, like Harvard or something. Some place that only accepted perfect. She was smart enough, as far as I could tell.

"I'm studying music, it's always been my dream to be on broadway. But I didn't get into Juilliard, or NYADA, and NYU was next on the list," she shrugged, sadness in her eyes.

"oh," I said, "Well, I'd love to hear you sing," I really would too, she was a tiny thing, I was intrigued to hear what kind of voice she sported. She talked an awful lot, so she must have some strong pipes on her.

She lit up, her grin inflating like a balloon. Her eyes sparkled and made my heart beat double time. "Really?" she asked.

"yeah, really, I'd bet you're amazing," I smiled back at her, because I meant it.

"My friends and I go to this karaoke place downtown every other Friday, we're going tomorrow, you should come with us," She said eagerly and grabbed ahold of my hand, turning it palm up. She pulled a pen out of the spiral binding of her notebook and scribbled some numbers on my palm. "That's my cell phone number, text me if you want to go, and if not, that's my cell phone number anyway," a smile played with her lips and she bit her bottom lip to keep it at bay.

I nodded, "Okay," looking at the numbers, with a swirly "Rachel Berry" and a big star doodled next to it.

well there you go! Chapter 1. This is kind of a trial, to see if anyone likes it, so reviews are magic! If I get some positive feedback, I'll continue this, I've already got a few chapters written so it's just a matter of putting them up here. :)

read, review, repeat ;) comprende'?

sincerely, your loving author.