Chapter 1

The Beginning

AN: So I am taking over a story for a fellow author. My version will be different then the one started and I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you gleelover117 for turning this over to me. I hope you enjoy my take on your idea. Check out photobucket for pictures relating to the story. Search ssteele2989 and the album is the same as the title of the story. Please remember that this will mainly be AU and there are some inaccuracies between James Cameron's film the actual events that took place on April 14th-15th 1912. Also I own nothing and once we get into Titanic all chapters will be that way till the end of the movie and then we will have some wrap up.

Rachel didn't know how she had allowed Noah to talk her into another house party. But here they were all falling asleep in her families Oscar room after consuming vast amounts of alcohol again watching Titanic as they all teetered on passing out. She also didn't know how she had ended up snuggled on the couch with Sam running his fingers lazily up and down her arm but that was happening too. Most of the gleeks were here spread out on the floor or couches excluding Mike, Tina, and Mercedes who believed that one Rachel Berry house party was enough to last a life time. Blaine however had joined them but they made sure that no drunken kissing was going on. Rachel was happy that Kurt had found someone, Blaine was pretty awesome and she had been trying to recruit him to come to McKinley. It had yet to work.

So here they all were wasted and watching the beginning of one of Rachel's favorite movies even though it wasn't a musical. She had always been taken in by the sets and costumes designs which were Oscar winning. Rachel sometime's wished she could have Rose's life even if she lost the love of her life in the ship sinking. Soon Rachel's eyes were closing and she drifted off into sleep.

Rachel Berry stepped out of her fiancée Finn Hudson's car and looked at the ship before her. Though the Titanic certainly seemed luxurious she was dreading boarding the vessel since it was the ship that would take her back to America to marry a man she did not want.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about; it doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania." Rachel said turning back to see Finn helping her mother Sue out of the car.

"You can be blasé about something's Rachel, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious." He said turning back to her mother. "Your daughter is far too difficult to impress Sue."

"So this is the ship they say is unsinkable?" Sue said taking in the ship before her.

"It is unsinkable, God himself could not sink this ship." Finn said turning to a man who had been pestering him about their luggage. They made their way to the ship Rachel turned to see if her maid Brittany had picked up her coat from the car. Rachel boarded the Titanic and took in the grandeur of her new prison.

Sam Evans never had an easy life. He had always moved around, sometimes not even having a roof over his head but it seemed like his luck was about to change. He was sitting in a pub in South Hampton, England playing poker with a couple of Swedish guys who he couldn't understand but that wasn't the point. The point was, is that these two guys had put their tickets to America on the Titanic in the pool. They traded some cards about themselves and reveled their hands only the man Sven having anything.

"Two pair," Sam said looking at his friend Puck. "I'm sorry Puck."

"Sorry you bet all our money, my ma…" Puck began.

"I'm sorry, you're not gonna see your mama for along time, 'cause we're going to America." Sam said revealing his cards. "Full house, woohoo!" He exclaimed. Chaos ensued afterwards as the two Swedes started to beat on each other, well one just beat the shit out of the other while Sam and Puck quickly packed their few belongings and raced towards the ship.

"Wait, we're passengers, we're passengers." Sam called as the crew began to remove the board docks from the ship.

"Have you both been through the inspection queue?" the sailor asked.

"Of course, beside we don't have lice, we're American's both of us." Sam gesturing between him and Puck.

"Right, come aboard then." He said closing the door behind them. They made there way to the deck and were waving goodbye to the people still on land, not really caring if they knew anyone or not.

"Do you know anyone?" Puck asked.

"No but that's not the point." Sam was saying goodbye to Europe. They soon found there room and settled in meeting the two other men they were sharing a room with who were certainly not expecting them.

Rachel entered her room and was astonished by the craftsmanship of her rooms but felt that they lacked color or life. Fortunately for her she had acquired some paintings that she knew Finn hated and couldn't wait to pull them out and add color to her living area. She began to remove them with the help of Brittany as a crew member showed Finn around their staterooms and private promenade deck.

"Not those god awful finger paintings again." Finn said leaning in the door way a bottle of champagne in one hand and a full glass in the other. "They certainly were a waste of money."

"The difference in my and Finn's taste is that I have some. They're fascinating; it's like being inside a dream or something." Rachel said setting a painting down in front of her.

"What's the artist name again?" Brittany asked pulling another painting out and looking at it.

"Something Picasso." Rachel said taking another painting from its casing and making her way to another room with it.

"He won't amount to anything trust me," Finn said walking into the room and placing the champagne bottle in ice. "He won't." He called after her. "At least they were cheap." He said to himself.

Once settled in Rachel walked with her mother towards the dining room where they passed a new passenger who had just come aboard. Kurt Hummel's partner had struck gold some place out west and her mother called him 'new money'. It was comments like that, which Rachel did not agree with. Just because someone was not exactly like you and come from a long line of money, or shared the same ideals as you, didn't make them a bad person. That is what caused Rachel on more then one occasion to look at the people in her life and that she was surrounded by and realize how dull and mindless they were. It was enough to make a person sick.

Rachel sat at the lunch table with her fiancée, her mother, Kurt, whom she had grown to be quite fond of in the short time since he had joined their table, Mr. Ismay and Mr. Andrew's as they talked about the ship and the people on board. Rachel took from her purse a cigarette and lit it taking a long drag.

"You know I don't like that Rachel." Her mother said to her. Rachel simply looked at her and blew smoke in her face.

"She knows." Finn said taking the cigarette from her and putting it out. "We'll both have the lamb, rare, with very little mince salt. You like that right sweet pea." Finn said looking at Rachel who gave him a fake smile.

"You gonna cut her meat there too Finn?" Kurt asked and Rachel smiled. "Hey, uh, who thought of the name Titanic?' Was it you Bruce?" Kurt asked changing the subject quickly before Finn had a chance to respond.

"Yes actually, I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury and above all strength." Mr. Ismay said.

"Do you know of ? His ideas about the male preoccupation about size may be of some interest to you." Rachel said causing Kurt and Mr. Andrews to smile and chuckle slightly.

"What has gotten into you?" Her mother leaned over and hissed.

"Excuse me." Rachel said getting up from her chair and walking out to the deck.

"She's a pistol Finn, hope you can handle her." Kurt said.

"I'll just have to mid what she reads from now on won't I Mr. Hummel." Finn said.

"Freud who is he? A passenger." Mr. Ismay said not to pleased at all.

Sam sat out on the third class deck sketching a father and daughter as Puck talked to an Irishman.

"This ship is English right?' Puck asked.

"No it's Irish, 1500 Irishman built this ship. She sturdy as a rock." The Irishman replied. "That's typical. Bring first class dogs down here to take a shite." He said as some crew members walked by with dogs.

"Let's us know where we rank in the scheme of things." Sam said causing both men to laugh.

"Like we could forget. Artie Abrams." The man said extending his hand.

"Sam Evans." Sam said taking his hand and shaking it, Puck doing the same.

"Do you make any money with your drawings?" Artie asked but Sam wasn't paying attention because the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had walked out onto the first class deck. Sam studied her for a long time. Her dark curly hair pulled back in a bun, her small figure in a lace dress. Puck waved a hand in front of Sam's face trying to get his attention. Artie turned to see who he was looking at.

"Oh forget it boyo, you're as likely to have angels fly out of your arse as to get to next to the likes or her." Artie said.

Rachel stepped out onto the deck to get away. The air was cool and refreshing and she was thankful that no one was bothering her. She looked at the deck below and saw the third class passenger's talking and laughing, a father playing with his daughter. She noticed out of the corner of her eye a blond man staring at her. He was handsome to be sure and she had to force herself not to look at him even though she could feel him staring at her.

"What do you think you are doing Rachel? You're behavior has been extremely poor this afternoon." Finn said coming out to get his fiancée.

"Just leave me alone Finn." Rachel said walking away from him and back to her stateroom. She had no appetite now.