[A/N]: Just some word-y stuff I've had stuck in my head ever since the whole AnderBerry thing started. I hope it's not too bad.

It's also posted on my tumblr: becauseilikepenguins(dot)tumblr(dot)com

Also, I'm re-uploading this because god-knows-what happened and I had to delete it. The good thing is, though, that I had time to edit it and change some parts and add stuff and whatever, so hopefully it's not as cringe-inducing anymore.

[DISCLAIMER]: Well...I don't own anything so...I guess, that's it right? I don't own anything, I wish I did.

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The AnderBerry siblings, simply put, were always quite popular in the small town of Lima. Everybody knew or had heard of Rachel and Blaine Anderson-Berry at least once in their lives. If you hadn't then, quite francly, you must've lived under a rock.

They were controversial, ambitious, smart, talented- but most of all they were different, and that's what kept people interested. They were just common knowledge.

Everyone knew of their two gay dads, of the surrogate mother in desperate need of money after failed broadway dreams- everybody knew everything, yet at the same time, nothing at all. They knew that Rachel and Blaine were different, that's all that mattered, and throughout most of their lives, just for that very fact, they got bullied to no limit, just because they weren't the same.

Lima was a cruel place. Only those that dared to outshine others could tell you, though.

The problem with Rachel and Blaine, though, was that they wanted things, they wanted things a lot. They would stop at nothing to get them. They always worked at their hardest, they pushed themselves to the limit. It paid off, yeah, most of the time they succeeded but, in turn, just made themselves more of a threat to others who weren't as good. And every move you make being scrutinized and frowned at, in the long run, kind of puts you down a bit.

Jelousy is a dangerous thing. It's a shame that in the small town of Lima, it's so very common.

So yes, quite simply, the AnderBerry siblings were quite well known. But not for good things, that's for sure.

They tried to not let it get to them, other people simply just didn't understand. They tried to put it behind them, keep their heads held high. Nothing ever prevailed though, all the hard work they spent trying to please was just met by glares and frowns and low mumbles of 'weirdos'. They'd always return home with sad smiles and hopes that maybe next time- next time would be better.

It was hard being an Anderson-Berry, nothing they did ever seemed to please others. So after a while, it became harder and harder to keep on trying.

There was always those few though, people who had it rough like them, people who had it worse, people who did understand the harships of being different, of being unliked. There was always those few who stuck by them no matter what, so, in return, after quite a bad blow at their already battered dignity, they decided to stick by those few people, too. Those who actually cared were the only ones that mattered.

It had all started on one cold evening, after a failed attempt at an impromtu performance in the dining hall at school -that was just met with a face full of spaghetti- found both Rachel and Blaine huddled in front of their bathroom mirror trying to scope out the remaining food from their hair, the little bits that a shower couldn't manage to quite wash out, with blotchy cheeks and red noses.

Rachel couldn't remember having cried so much in her entire life, and thay was saying something, since Rachel cried a lot, if not been able to get her own way. Blaine stayed quiet, shivering slightly at the cold air while, in turn, Rachel blindly rambled on about how this was just one of the hardships of being a performer, that not all the people were guaranteed to like them, that next time would be better.

But next time wouldn't be better, Blaine had tried to argue, because this had been a next time too, and the time before that and- everytime they did this Rachel said the same. Next time.

It had taken much time and perseverance, on Blaine's part, to get Rachel to stop talking and to listen to him for once. Rachel was used to taking charge since she was the oldest, since Blaine was so obviously weaker when it came to emotional stuff, and because Rachel was his big sister and that's what big sisters did. Boss little brothers around. Of course. What if not?

"I just don't think it's worth it anymore, Rach" Blaine's little eight-year-old self had said. "Of course it's worth it Blaine, you just have to want it enough!" Rachel had replied, voice full of determination. If there was anything Rachel could pride herself in, it was determination. Blaine, on the other hand, was more of thinking about things too much and then never going through with it. They were at opposite ends of the stick.

He'd sighed, untwirling a piece of pasta from one of his curls, "Nobody cares. Nobody even likes us." He'd said, dejectedly. With a huff he looked over his hair again through the mirror, hands massaging through it to make sure all remainders of food had been disposed of.

Rachel had huffed, brush pausing where it was sliding through her hair, and turned around to fully face her little brother. Nose turned up and a glare etched in her eyes she's stated, "Performing is what I love to do, just because I'm not liked for it doesn't mean I'm gonna stop." Blaine had frowned. "I love performing too! I just-"

"You just what, Blaine?" Rachel had snapped. Another thing she was known for, not giving people chances to explain themselves. She was fast-paced and like to deal with things -or people- quickly and with no hastle. Of course Blaine was added into the whole equation, too. If anybody had to be chosen as most pliant at Rachel's demands Blaine would come first with flying colors. He did everything Rachel told him to without any demands of his own. She was his big sister, his idol, his hero. He wanted to be like Rachel when he grew up, too. At least that's what he'd thought then, anyway.

Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Blaine looked up, embarrased, "I just don't like getting food in my hair! It's happened like-" He paused, using his fingers to count, "-three times!". That had gotten Rachel's attention, she'd paused yet again, from where she was re-brushing through her hair, a pensive look on her face.

It was true, to some extent, everytime they'd tried to put on a show at lunch time at school they'd just been met with faces full of whatever the students had chosen to eat that day. It was disgusting. They always had to endure the whole day smelling of whatever they'd had chucked at them, in order not to worry their parents, and rush off to the bathroom the moment they got home to wash it all out.

She figured that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to sing and dance for the rest of the kids while they were trying to eat they're lunch. Food was a dangerous weapon and having their audiences at direct disposal of it was not a very good idea. She frowned. Maybe it just wasn't a good idea to have an audience that would actually through food at them, anyway. Or when they went to the park, too, they'd get sticks and sand chucked at their faces. It was no less pain inducing than the food. No, Rachel guessed, none of that had been a very good idea, had it?

So yes, maybe it was time to think of a new method to entertain people. They needed to find somewhere to perform where they wouldn't be prime targets of spaguetti or little twigs other kids found on the ground. They needed to-

"Blaine-" She grabbed hold of his shoulder tightly, for dramatic effect. She'd had the perfect idead. "What if we...only perform for the people who like us? Like that retirement home, they like us! I'm super sure they won't through food at us!" She prevented adding twigs and stones, because that was sure to make Blaine more sad, bringing back those silly scenarios where they'd come out loosing, yet again. So she clamped her mouth shut and waited eagerly for her little brother's response.

She saw Blaine perk up a bit at the idea which, subsequently, made Rachel a smidgen happier too. She loved the feeling of being a good older sister. "Okay then, let's do that!" He'd shouted enthusiastically a wide grin tugging at his lips.

And on that cold night, hand in hand both siblings made their way back to Rachel's room, excitedly and with a slight spring in their step. Things were going to be better from now on, Rachel was sure of it, both for her and her little brother.

They still got sought out by bullies, that was a given. And although they'd kept their antics on a down-low, they still got glares and insults shot their way every now and then. It was all worth it though, so worth it. Even when they'd had a particularly hard day at school and didn't feel up to anything, they'd still run home to get changed, to get ready, and spend the rest of the afternoon helping out at retirement centers, or homes for homeless people.

Lately, now that they where sophomores -well, Blaine was, Rachel was a junior- every wednesday they went to sing to sick kids in the childrens ward at the hospital. The doctors and nurses always praised and aplauded them for lifting the patient's spirits, and both Blaine and Rachel, even though they'd had a horrible day themselves, would go home bearing wide grins and cheery attitudes.

It had all gone rather well the past few years, at least in Rachel's mind, and she felt rather satisfied with her efforts as she pushed through the doors of McKinley High one monday morning. She was a junior now, and her life was perfect. Her and Blaine were both the main soloists of the glee club, she had finally managed to make Finn Hudson -the most popular guy in school!- her boyfriend and everything felt like a dream. She hadn't even been slushied yet!

This year was going to be great, she knew it.

Though, at that particular moment, making her way down the all with confident strides and a wide smile, she hadn't counted on the arrival of Kurt and Quinn Hummel-Fabray. They appeared out of the blue and consecutively, Rachel's life came down crashing and burning.

Firstly, Quinn was the prettiest girl Rachel had ever seen. Green eyes that shone even when there was no sun. Golden hair that fanned her face, cascading down her back and made her look like an angel. Pale skin, though not as pale as her brother's, with no trace of spots or blemishes. She was beautiful. She was everything Rachel wasn't.

Rachel tried to pay it no mind, at first, and got irritated at the silly tingly feeling she got whenever Quinn entered the same room as herself. It repulsed her how much she blushed in the blonde's presence and the silly nagging feeling at the back of her head that she still didn't quite understand annoyed her beyond belief. She grew to hate Quinn in less than a few days of knowing her.

And Kurt. He wasn't any better. Yes, he'd joined the Glee Club. And yes, they did need new members anyway -as Blaine liked to insist- but that didn't excuse the awful remarks Kurt always sent her way. And Blaine didn't even notice, not once. It was infuriating!

He was snarky, and bossy, and- talented, he was talented. And that's what annoyed Rachel most. He -alongside with Blaine- was the only person Rachel had ever found measured up to her own talent.

It was as scary as it was exciting.

Yes, she had a new duet partner -kind of, in a way, when she got sick of singing with Blaine and Finn all the damn time- but on the other hand, Kurt was mean and thought of himself as superior. He wouldn't even give Rachel the time of day!

Rachel hated them. She hated Kurt with his killer looks and his stupid talent and the way that he walked around the halls like he owned them. With an upturned nose and a disdainful look. She hated how brave he was, she hated how -even though he was a boy, and Sue's squad consisted mainly of girls- he had managed to find himself -alongside Quinn- with the place of head cheerleader in a matter of hours- she just hated him.

She hated Quinn, too, with her pretty face, her icy eyes that never gave you the time of day, her golden hair, the constant feeling of butterflies Rachel would get int he pit of her stomach whenever she was in the blonde's presence. She hated how Quinn always looked put-together and in control, how she always acted -just like Kurt- superior to everyone else. She hated how well her butt looked in that cheerios uniform-

Wait no. What?

She bolted up, standing straight from where she was lazily leaning against her locker. Dreamy eyes that were previously following after Quinn shooting around in every direction but where they formerly lay.

Rachel had a boyfriend. She shouldn't be looking at Quinn. She couldn't be looking at Quinn. Quinn was a girl and- Rachel was a girl too and...Rachel wasn't into other girls. She was into guys. She was into her boyfriend. She was into Finn. It's just that that cheerios uniform is very flattering and...and Quinn had a nice ass-

She had nice assets. That was it. Of course.

With a sharp nod and a determined look, Rachel marched off down the hall to her next class.

By the end of the week things weren't getting any better. And no, it wasn't the slight interest Finn had suddenly taken in Quinn, and no it wasn't that Quinn had joined Glee Club too now, either.

It was that Kurt and Quinn were horrible people that were out to make Rachel's life miserable. They'd become such a permanent fixture in her day-to-day routine that it was hard not to come across them anymore. She spent practically all of her time fuming now, too, because Kurt said something or other and Quinn did god-knows what. They were just always there doing something to annoy Rachel. Whether it be being faster at putting their hand up to answer a question in class to, Kurt's bullying put aside, their new-found popularity at McKinley now that they were both co-captains of McKinley High's Cheerios.

She hated them. They were evil.

After everything they did, insulting her animal sweaters, her leg-warmers, her plaid skirts, her everything. After getting her solos in Glee Club because she was being too demanding and storming out of rehearsals one-too many times. After being infuriatingly attractive. After stealing all of her gigs at homeless centers and old age pensioners homes- to top at all off, they'd stolen her Wednesday evening gigs at the hospital, too.

Rachel had just stormed out of 's office, just having been told that she wouldn't be getting a solo at Sectionals. That it had been given to Kurt and Quinn in order to distribute the Glee Clubs talent more.

She was furious. It had to be them, it simply had to! Who else would it be? What other pair of conniving, evil, little—

Oh, there's Blaine. He stood a bit more down along the hall, leaning his side against his locker, fiddling with the belt-loop of his red jeans and talking to— wait. Tall, lithe body clad in a red-white-and black Cheerio uniform that clung to long legs that seemed to go on for miles deliciously. Chestnut colored hair. Skin as pale as— what the hell?

"Hey Rachel! I—" Blaine's face fell as she grasped hold of him with her other hand and dragged him along the hall for god-knows-what-reason. Her angry expression worried him slightly, it was never good to be on Rachel's bad side when she was angry. And by the looks of it she was furious. She was seconds away of having steam blow out of her ears. Her face red and frowning she stopped abruptly, Blaine crashing into her slightly.

"Why on earth where you talking to Kurt fucking Hummel-Fabray?" Blaine's mouth opens and shuts, not making a sound. It reminds Rachel of a fish. A very confused, dumb-looking fish. His finger comes up to point at her slightly, confusion plastered all over his face "I didn't—"

"Don't you dare try and deny—"

"I'm not denying—"

"Of course you are!"

"I'm not!" He pauses, letting out a harsh breath, his face taking on an angry look much like his sisters. "What the hell is it to you, anyway? Since when has it been any of your business who I talk to, hmm?"

"He is the enemy, Blaine! The enemy!"

"The enemy?"

"The enemy!"

"You are ridiculous—"

"Don't insult me—"

"I wasn't insulting you!"

"Well it sure seemed like it—"

"Stop being so—"

"So what, Blaine?"

"Nothing…" He says, looking away dejectedly and crossing his arms over his chest. His lips from a slight pout that, nearly, very nearly, has Rachel wanting to apologize but— no, she won't fall for it because Blaine was fraternizing with the enemy. All bundled up next to each other, Blaine leaning against his locker flutterin his eyelashes coyly and looking all inocent towards Kurt.

"Yes. I thought so." She huffs, crossing her arms too. Blaine looks at her, as if he's waiting for something and Rachel realises that yes, she had something to tell him, something very important. "They've taken our duet for Sectionals," She tries to sound calm, but she can't help the rage that engulfs her whole body and the feeling of wanting to grit her teeth together.

"They— I— what?"

"You heard me, they took— they stole our duet! Your precious little Kurt—"

"He isn't my anything, Rachel, and whats it to you, anyway?"

"What's it to me? What's it to me? Why it's—"

"Nothing. It's nothing to you so back-off. You are being an overbearing older sister and it's annoying me."

"Why you little—"

"Rachel—"

Rachel pauses, affronted by being interrupted mid-rant. "What?" She snaps.

"Why has everyone suddenly run off to the gym?" And he actually looks kind of confused by the matter. Rachel doesn't see the importance of it.

"There's that Cheerio thing or whatever and-"

"What Cheerio thing?"

"I don't know! Some pep assembly—"

"Maybe that's what Kurt was trying to tell me!" He heads to rush off down the hall, towards the gym. Rachel trails closely behind.

"Oh, so you're on first name basis now, are you? Well isn't that nice—"

"Just shut up! It's none of your concern. It's my life Rachel, so—"

"Don't you dare tell me to shut up, Blaine. I am your elder and I deserve respect—"

"Respect my ass, Rach, you don't deserve a thing," And he pushes the gym doors open roughly.

The bleachers are filled to the brim with students, all looking on in awe at the center of the gym. Rachel and Blaine stop abruptly, wind knocked out of them completely as they suck in a gasp and their eyes widen.

Kurt and Quinn strut in from opposite sides of the gym, both with an added flair that just screams 'I'm better than you'. The red and white polyester of their Cheerios uniform clings to them in all the right places as they engage -once the rest of the cheerleaders file in behind them- into some sort of quick, fast-paced routine that very much so just consists of flips and back flips and god-knows-what-else.

Their bodies twist and bend in ways that has Rachel practically salivating -though she tries to hide it by looking away nervously, as if Quinn was the most boring thing she'd ever seen, arms crossed protectivelly across her chest- and Blaine's mouth feels sore and dry and his cheeks flush slightly. Fuck that. His whole bodyfeels like it's on fire.

The problem with Rachel and Blaine Anderson-Berry is that they want things. They want things a lot.

And in that very second, as the music stops and the lights dim and over all the shouts and screams and applause all that they can see is the sweating and panting bodies of two gods. Of the two most beautiful creatures they have ever layed eyes on—

In that very second, Rachel and Blaine, more than anything else in the whole wide world, want Kurt and Quinn Hummel-Fabray.

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[A/N]: There's lots of dialogue just before the end, huh? I didn't quite notice that when I was writing it. Hehe ;P

So...what did you think? Feedback would be nice. Yeah.

Whatever, though, I hope it's not too bad!

:)