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Author's Note: Holy shiz...here it is. I'm so excited about this story. Honestly I am. I hope y'all like it. It's a little different and as I promised, and still believe, this hasn't really been done for this pairing. If you do know of a story like it though please PM it to me or post a link with a comment. It is Faberry, a little different but oh well. I'm thinking about making it a g!peen I don't know. I've never ventured into that type of story before, I am however interested in giving it a try. You should let me know what y'all want though. This should be about three parts, possibly four I'm not really sure quite yet as I am still writing it. Okay well enough of my talking, let's get it going.

Leroy's Garage

The tow truck rattled to a stop on the gravel lot of the mechanics shop. A shiny silver BMW attached to the back with a rusted chain that had seen better days. The door creaked open, chips of rust falling from the hinges. A tall, well built boy slid from the drivers seat, his black boots hitting gravel. He raised a grease smudged hand, pushing it through his mow hawk. His jeans were frayed and ripped at the knees, paint splattered across the calves of them. His t-shirt was like a second skin, the v-neck plunging down to show the top of his chest, the grey contrasting with his sun darkened skin.

The passenger door swings open with a tad more ease. A slightly shorter blond hops from the confines. Her six inch black dolce and gabbana heels hit the loose gravel at an odd angle causing her to pitch to the side. Her french manicured hands flash to the door to stable herself. After assuring herself of her footing she closes the door, her hand pushing the short hair from her face, she then straightens tight button up baby blue designer shirt. After adjusting that she slides down to smooth the invisible wrinkles from the tight dark grey pencil skirt.

By now the driver has already ambled forward to the open doors, the only car currently sitting in the garage is a black sixty nine dodge charger with golden racing stripes. His brown eyes wandered around, he lets out a small huff of air, turning his head he takes in the passenger again giving her a small smile. He then turns back around and cups his hands over his mouth, taking in a deep breath he bellows. "Ray!" A few seconds tick by, his chocolate eyes roll before he takes another deep breath. "Ray!" it's followed by a loud crash in the building.

"Damn it Noah." Comes a slow southern drawl. "How many times have I told you to not come round here a yelling like that." A short, petite girl finally makes an appearance. Blue overalls are covering her legs, the arms are dangling down after having been pushed off of tan shoulders. Her upper half is covered by a white, grease smudged wife beater. The thick white straps of her sports bra are also visible. Her long brown hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. A cloth is in her blackened hands, as she tries to rub the oil off of them, her large brown eyes alight with a playful anger. Her black steel toed work boots thud heavily against the concreted surface.

"I had to get your attention." Noah smiles to her, his voice didn't seem to carry any accent.

"Better ways of doin it." She murmurs. Her gaze falls to the highly out of place blond. "I see you brought me work." Rachel calls to the boy thankfully as she steps out on to the gravel making her way forward. "Hi there Ma'am. My name's Rachel Berry and I am the owner of Leroy's. Mind telling me what brings ya here this evening."

"Hello Rachel. My name is Quinn Fabray." Her voice is very proper, she starts to reach her hand out but stops herself before doing so when her hazel eyes catch the appearance of the other girls hands. "I think it overheated, though I can not be positive." Her voice is polite but you can see the distaste underneath the snobby air of friendliness.

"Nice vehicle ya got there. If I'm not mistaken it is the newest model of the the BMW Z4, can't say I've seen one of them round these parts yet but I'm always willing to get my hands under the hood of a new 'un." She shoots the girl a toothy smile. "Noah, go on and get it up there so I can take a gander." She calls to the taller boy who nods and goes to start lowering the silver two door.

"Thank you." She once again raises a hand to push her short hair behind her ear. "Is there maybe a Starbucks nearby or a Java Bean perhaps?

Rachel snorts out a small laugh. "Can't say that there is Ms Fabray. We got a diner about a mile or two down yonder. They ain't got the best coffee though, known more for their pie." She tilts her head. "I got a small pot brewing inside, your welcome to it if ya want some." She nods her head towards the building.

"Oh, no thank you." She replies with a slight scrunch of her nose. "If you'd just point me to the waiting room."

"Well, we ain't really got one of them. Most folks round here drop them off. I got a chair in my office you can have though." She smiles to her, glancing towards Noah who had started pushing to car slowly towards the garage, she tick her head once more towards the building. "Come on I'll show you to it."

Quinn follows Rachel, her hazel eyes raking over the well toned form. Her lips quirk slightly as the brunette raises a hand and idly scratches her jaw, her other hand motioning to the small wooden room. A nice looking leather desk chair behind an old polished desk. A picture of two men with their arms around each other and a picture of a beautiful long haired, blue eyed blond and a telephone are all that is on the desk.

"This is it, sorry I ain't got nothing fancier. Coffee is right over there, so is the cups and sugar. If your a creamer gal I got some of it over there in the mini fridge." She points to each thing as she says it. Finally turning her gaze to the blond. "Like I said your welcome to it if ya wants it."

"Thank you, this will be just fine." She replies truly politely, moving herself to perch on the offered chair.

"Alright, if ya need anything just giver me a holler. I gotta go help Noah get it in the garage." Rachel motions to the now sweating boy. The blond smiles and nods.

Okay so this is part one. I hope it got you interested. Love it? Hate it? Let me know!