Authors Note: So I thought I would take a crack at a historical fic with more than one pairing three major pairings with one subtle one that isn't so much. I hope you enjoy it! (: Took me forever to get the dates and shizz- this is set around 1929-1940 aka the time of the Great Depression. Please review (: and I'm looking for a beta!

Dates you need to know: Present Year: 1932 The depression hit : 1930 The bar opened: 1929 1916: Rachel was born making her 16 1914: Santana was born making her 18 1915: Quinn was born making her 17.

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"For I`m dancing with tears in my eyes

cause the boy in my arms isn`t you,
dancing with somebody new

when it`s you that my hearts calling to...

Trying to smile, once in a while,
but I find it so hard to do.
For I`m dancing with tears in my eyes,
cause the boy in my arms isn`t you"

Young Rachel Berry's hand clutched at the microphone, holding onto as though a raft keeping her afloat whilst in a deadly ocean, she didn't smile as she sang- she wasn't meant to, the look in her eyes was one of hope. She sang her heart out on that stage, with the broken down end and the light on the left that didn't work properly, though those things didn't matter. Rachel would rather sing here than on the biggest stage on Broadway- this felt like home, this was her home- in the time of the great depression it wasn't about what you had or what you owned, it was about who you loved and your family.

Rachel's family stood on stage. Of course she had a Mother and a Father but they were far too interested in marrying of her older sister. Her true family lived here, this bar was like her home- it was the place she would call home, sure it wasn't her house but that didn't matter. Her sisters were here- sure they weren't blood related but they felt like her sisters.

Santana Lopez , a high class hooker who worked on the streets just to get by, she dropped her last name in '28. The thinnest out of the three with long legs and a tough attitude. Only the two girls ever saw the true side of her. Tough as nails, and hard as boots, she only did what she did to support herself. She was the oldest out of the three, and her eyes showed the hardships she had been through- she was the one to support to protect the other two girls if anything bad happened. She was definitely the most determined and she loved being right. She lived alone, no family nothing, but she survived

Quinn Fabray a teenage runaway- recently pregnant, got knocked up by a jerk who flashed his cash around to get her attention. Now dirt poor she scrambled for tips at the bar. She didn't have a baby to support seeing as she had given it way to a couple not affected by the economical downfall. The payments they gave her didn't last long she barely earned a living working at a cafe on her nights of at the bar. She had sweet looks, and though she was the second oldest, she most certainly looked like the youngest of the trio.

The owner of the little burnt down bar Will- a widowed ex solider, who's wife- Emma died in the 6th cholera pandemic to hit Britain. Over sustained with grief he used the last of there money to buy a run down bar he was convinced he could do up- he intended it to be a hang out for people caught up who could bar cheap beer. It mostly attracted jerks from the Upper East Side, on a night out- who may look tough but secretly they would never survive in Brooklyn were mugging was an inevitability and prostitutes lined the streets.

Then there was Rachel Berry, the baby of the group. With wild black hair and ruby red lips, she reeked of seduction because she had too. Her parents had been hit hard when her Father lost his job, so Rachel worked at the bar to pay for her school stuff, her parents insisted she just marry a rich man- she was the perfect candidate but she would not live of a man. She would make her own money.

The bar itself was struggling as it always would be- the Upper East Side lot came in and splashed about there cash but rarely spent any. They were all loud drunks, who acted better than anyone else because they had family money to fall back on- unlike the girls on stage who had nothing left, they only had the power of there voice, and the sway of there hips. A small tip would make there day, they all lived in skanky flats (Except Rachel who lived in a house with her parents) Santana lived alone, Quinn also. The girls were saving up every penny to buy a flat together, it would cost less in the long run- but now days people wanted deposits. The girls were only a few hundred bucks away from a little flat on the corner street.

Things would always be tough around here- they would struggle for money, and the bar was slowly going into debt. Will had neglected to tell them he had some buyers joining them this evening, the girls would kick up a fuss if young dukes and debonair s began to pull the strings - it was three young Male's seeking for something to boost there image- that was what most people thought, that they would buy the bar to look charitable to future wife's. When in reality the three young men were just looking for something to believe in.

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A/N: Okay hope you enjoy it! This is basically an intro chapter to the story to introduce the characters. We will be hearing about the boys in the next chapter, and there will be the first meeting! (: I know its rated T but it will go up to M trust me! I can't resist slipping in a bit of Puckleberry Goodness!