This is not only the first fan fiction I've ever written but the first story I've ever written. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with it, well, I do but I'm not exactly sure how I'm getting there. It's just a chapter by chapter progress. The story starts right after the end of the Rocky Horror episode. Disclaimer: I don't know own Glee or any of it's characters. Someone else owns it...FOX I think.

CHAPTER ONE

Rachel didn't have any friends.

Oh, sure, you might think her Glee Club teammates were her 'friends', but they really weren't. They were more like acquaintances. They were people with similar interests with whom she got along. But you couldn't really call them friends. They put up with her because she was the most talented singer of the group. They had no shot at winning regionals without her. Hell, they couldn't win it last year with her. But outside of praising her for her vocal talents she was merely tolerated the rest of the time. Even her boyfriend, Finn, seemed like he could stand to talk to her for only so long before he got bored and would suggest that they make out.

It may be obvious why it was so hard to put up with Rachel. She could be obnoxious and selfish; manipulative and shallow; and sometimes just a complete bitch. But doesn't that really describe most people? Couldn't you apply those same labels to many of the other members of the Glee Club? So why is it that all the negative thoughts seemed to be directed at Rachel?

Rachel had been muling over those questions for a long time now and just could not come up with a reason. She couldn't very well ask someone why. They'd probably think she was being self-centered and brush it off as just another stupid thing said by Rachel Berry.

Rachel sat on a stool in the choir room as these thoughts ran through her head. Glee rehearsal had ended over an hour ago but she just couldn't work-up the will to leave. She had called her dad, one of her two dads, to tell him she'd be staying late for rehearsal. She didn't like lying to her dad, but she doubted he'd be fine with leaving her at school if he new she was just going to sit in a poorly lit, empty room and think about how much she hated her life.

Rachel stood up and slowly made her way around the choir room. She ran her fingers over the keys of the the piano as she passed by it. The sound of the keys echoed around the room. Breaking the silence seemed to break Rachel out of her thoughts for a moment. She looked up towards the door to the hallway in time to see something move. Had someone been watching me? Rachel walked quickly towards the door and look down both directions of the hallway. No one. Rachel began to wonder if maybe she was just seeing things. She glanced at her watch.

"I guess I should head home", Rachel said to the empty hallway. She pulled out her phone to ask her dad to come pick her up.

-Break-

Quinn hated staying late after school. The building seemed like something out of a bad horror film when it wasn't filled with students. Quinn looked around the library. Everyone else had gone home. Everyone except the librarian. Her scraggly hair and wrinkled face made Quinn think of a witch. Quinn shook her head and turned her attention back to the history book in front of her.

Quinn flipped through the pages of the book. It was titled "The American Revolution", which just so happened to be the subject of the essay that Quinn needed to finish in two days. She had been putting it off for a week and now it was coming back to bite her in the ass. It wasn't so much that she didn't like history, just that she didn't like writing essays.

Quinn sighed as she glanced at the papers on the desk. She had gotten a decent amount done. More then half of the essay was written at least. She had to skip Glee practice to do it but in the end school came before singing. But not by much. She liked singing. Which wasn't a very unusual thing. A lot of people like to sing. But most would never do it in front of a group of people. She didn't have much of a problem performing in front of people, she had been cheerleading since she was five. She was use to having a lot of attention poured on her. Quinn didn't pretend she was the best singer in the world. She knew she would never be able to sing like Mercedes or Rachel. But if you gave her the right song, one that suited here voice, she was good enough to do the song justice.

Quinn closed the history book and started to collect her things. She had done enough work for one day, she could finish things up tomorrow. After putting the book back on the shelf where she found it Quinn left the library. Her feet clicked on the the floor of the hallway as she made her way towards the parking lot. As she passed by the Glee room she noticed that one of the lights was on. Quinn cautiously stuck her head into the room, expecting to see the janitor cleaning up, or Ms. Sylvester digging a tiger trap in the center of the floor.

Instead, Quinn saw Rachel. She was sitting on a stool, staring at the ground. She seemed lost in thought and...sad. The whole situation seemed very odd to Quinn. Why is she here alone? Why does she seem so sad? Should I say something? Quinn quickly answered her last question with a firm 'no'. The last thing she wanted to do was get stuck in the school for another hour listening to Rachel's problems. Even if she was curious as to what those problems were.

Rachel standing up drew Quinn away from her own questions. Rachel started walking slowly around the room. Quinn watched her, waiting to see what she would do. Rachel slowed down even more as she reached the piano and ran her hand along the keys. She's probably about to bust out into song, Quinn thought.

Suddenly Rachel looked up towards the door. Quinn quickly stepped out of the doorway. She realized how odd it would seem if Rachel caught her standing there. Quinn quickly turned back down the hallway towards the parking lot. By the time she had made it to her car she had already put Rachel to the back of her mind.