Hey, this is my first Fanfiction story and I am proud that it is a St. Berry fic. I'm really bad at updating quickly but since its summer, I hope I do better at that than I usually do. Everything from season one happened, let's just keep it at that.
The image is gone, only you and I, it means nothing to me. This means nothing to me.
The retro rock beat thumped in Rachel's headphones as she rocked out to one of her favorite bands of the moment. As the chorus picked up to a crescendo, she closed her eyes and imagined actually performing this song to a live audience.
No one knew this about Rachel Barbara Berry but when she was in her formative pre-teen years, she had a brief but utterly passionate love affair…with rock music. Oh the hardcore guitar solos in Pink Floyd and Nirvana were her cocaine.
But nothing could compare to the absolutely brilliant compositions by the great Freddie Mercury. Queen. But perhaps her love of the band had to do with a certain curly-haired theatre geek as herself who is not quite the geek anymore.
Jesse St. James. Even his name sounds monumental.
Everyone in Glee Club, Vocal Adrenaline, and Shelby thought the first time they met was at that record store last year. It was fate they all said, after all they had the drive and the pure talent to make it out of sleepy little Ohio and actually make something out of themselves.
What they didn't know was that fate already had intervened five years before she would meet high school senior St. James. It was the summer of the music/drama camp that her daddies never failed to apply for her to go to.
Since there were no recreational classes for her to take during the summer in Lima, her and her daddies would always make the drive to Columbus to go to their summer musical theatre camp for the privileged every year. That year was no exception. Since she'd been going to these camps, without her daddies, for so long, she'd already known most of the staff and other happy little campers.
New comers that came usually were shy and with Rachel's outspoken personality, the camp director always appointed her with the job as camp welcomer. The new kids usually wouldn't stick around her for too long; even at the young age of eleven, Rachel's diva persona drove most of her camp mates away.
Rachel actually preferred it that way seeing that there would be the summer musical which she had always won the role of the lead. Having no friends gave her an ample amount of time for practice.
So when the new kid, Jesse, still hung around her after she toured him around the camp facilities, Rachel had no idea what to do. She'd never really had a friend before. Sure, she had acquaintances and a good number of competitors but never really a friend. But Jesse stayed with her that day. And the next day. And the next week. And for the whole summer.
Rachel Berry was completely flabbergasted. But what stunned her completely the most was the fact that he was two whole years older than her! This…big kid…this teenager actually wanted to stick around her! Sure he was a little bit of a geek but if you were going to this camp, you had to at least be slightly geek-ish.
Jesse and Rachel were eventually known as Jesse&Rachel. That's just how close they became that year. Of course they had their chats about Broadway and what they'd say when the time would come for them to give their thank you speech at the Tony Awards. Rachel would have her tirades about Barbra Streisand to which Jesse would argue with on the pros and cons of having a Funny Girl revival. Jesse would, in turn, monologue about the wonders of rock bands and introduce the ordinarily show tunes loving girl to a little AC/DC along with his beloved Queen.
"Rachel. Rachel Berry. Rachel!" yelled Mr. Shuester in exasperation.
Finally Finn tapped the tiny diva on the shoulder to get her attention. She turned around and found both Finn and Mr. Shue staring at her expectantly. Realizing she missed a question, she quietly took off her headphones and said, "Repita, por favor."
"I was simply telling the class that the report on Guatemala is now due this Wednesday. Remember class, 1,000 words-minimum. And in Spanish! Google translator doesn't work well for full on paragraphs guys." Mr. Shue said as the bell rang, signaling the end of the class period.
"Hey, wait up Rachel," called Finn when he noticed the petite girl was collecting her things, face still in flushed in embarrassment, "You seem really out of it today."
"Yes, I simply have a multitude of projects, homework, essays, tests, and glee performances to prepare for along with my exceedingly busy schedule of acting workshops, voice lessons, ballet class, and the other various clubs at school so if you'll excuse me. I do believe I have AP Calc next and I need the extra 10 minutes given to us at the beginning of class to stu-," Rachel babbled.
"Um, yea okay Rach. See you in glee then." Replied Finn when he realized the ball of energy wasn't going to stop soon and in turn, cutting her off.
Giving him a little wave, Rachel strutted resolutely to her destination only to be stopped in the middle of the hallway with the cold shock of a grape slushie splashed all over her face. Keeping her eyes closed, she stood there for a moment relishing in the jeers and taunts made by the Neanderthals around her with the distinct guffaw of Karofsky.
"In five years, they'd still be stuck in little old Lima while I will be at a press conference, talking amiably about my brilliant performance as Fanny Brice on the Broadway revival of Funny Girl." Rachel repeated to herself to keep from crying. Again. What's more pathetic than a geek crying in the midst of her peers after being embarrassed beyond belief already? But Rachel was used to this type of bullying so she knew exactly what could stop the few tears that had already built up in her eyes.
With determination to keep the show face on, the stinging in her eyes were no longer from the possibility of a complete diva breakdown but were from the corn syrup of the slushie. Walking briskly to her locker for the spare clothes she keeps there, she didn't notice the blinking back light of her cell phone in her bag, signaling a new text message.
So, that was the first chapter. Please review, it makes me happy and actually makes me want to keep writing. Thank you for reading!