A/N: I know that I said since I finished my epic drama with Liv and Alex that I would work on other stories that have remained unfinished for a while, but I suddenly got a bad case of writer's block. I couldn't even work on some stuff that I have in the works for novels and more new fanfic, some of which I wanted to have more done, so I post faster. But nothing was coming. So, I blame this fic and this idea on my overseas chat buddy and fellow fanfic'er, Carter. It's her fault. Don't blame me. Blame GiftedPunk for this one. It's all her fault and the damn prompt she gave me at work, which for some reason caused my head to open up and let me write.

Chapter 1

Rachel sat in her condo on Broadway watching the cars drive by. Of course, they were going slow because this was Manhattan. But, she wasn't really focusing on them. She was day dreaming of a day when she wouldn't be alone. She knew that she shouldn't feel that way in a city with over eight million people it in, especially when Manhattan had over 1.6 million people in it. It was by far the most populated of the boroughs per square mile and she loved it. She loved that there were so many people to get lost in, but it didn't mean that she had a lot of friends to hang out with.

Her closest friends were either in the theater or fashion. Her two closets friends, Kurt and Blaine, fit those categories and they lived together on Long Island. She missed them during the heights of fashion week, but Blaine was always around to help her on Broadway. She was just glad that they were coming over tonight to have dinner with her. She looked up and at the time. She shook herself out of her stupor and ran into the kitchen to begin her feast. She knew that they would be here promptly at six o'clock like she asked.

As she cooked in the kitchen, she was going over the lines for the newest Broadway play that she was going to audition for at the end of the week. She had spent the last few weeks off. She was glad for the time off, but she couldn't wait to get back on stage. It was where she thrived. She'd been Fanny Brice in the revival of Funny Girl. She'd originated roles in some of the newest Broadway classics. She'd even been Rizzo in Grease. But, this new play promised to be a huge starring role if she could land it.

Blaine had spoken highly of the director and writer collaboration team. It was the only main reason that she had taken the audition. Her agent wasn't even sure it was the right fit for her.

The new play was edgy and m re rock than she was used to. In look a lol of fun favorites from Journey to Simon and Garfunkel to the Bee Gees and even Metallica. It was something new to shock the musical world and she would love to be part of it. She still didn't see it as a love story, but she hadn't finished reading the play all the way through. She just hoped that it wasn't a remake of Rock of Ages. She'd done that, too. For what she'd read, she saw it as a rocker version of Romeo and Juliet, the fight between LA's music scene and that of New York. That in itself intrigued her.

While music, Broadway, and food (especially vegan dishes) were her life, she just didn't feel fulfilled anymore. There was something missing. And, as much time as she spent with her gay fathers, they were trying to tell her that it was because she needed a good man. Her father Hiram kept suggesting good Jewish boys from Queens, but none of them sparked her interest, and none of them understood her need to be on Broadway. While she was a good Jewish girl, she wasn't going to stop performing and stay home to raise kids because that is what her husband wanted. No, she was an independent woman. Her other father, Leroy, praised her for that. So, he suggested doctors and business men that he met through his work, but the timing never worked out for Rachel. She was either on stage or they were at a conference or the hospital saving someone.

The longer she thought about it as she stirred the sauce she was making for the pasta, the more she thought that she didn't need a man. She needed a woman, someone who could appreciate her for her work and her voice, someone who would try to hold her back but would support her and help her soar. Sure, she had a Tony, but she wanted more. She knew that she was destined for more and she wanted someone to share that with, someone who wouldn't be jealous of the stage, someone who could love her unconditionally and without reservation.

She knew she'd have to talk to Kurt and Blaine about it. She knew that they might know some nice lesbian woman that might be interested in her. She also knew that it couldn't be someone in the theater or at least someone who wasn't an actress. She'd prefer someone outside of the theater industry, but someone who liked it just the same. There was only room in her life for one diva: herself.

Just as she finished the sauce, draining the pasta and mixing them in a baking dish to serve from, she heard the knock at the door. She turned to the clock. It was five fifty-nine. She shook her head. She knew that Blaine must have dragged Kurt away from the office at five so they could make it on time.

She wiped her hands on a towel and walked over to the door. She checked he peephole just make sure who it was and then opened the door. She gave them both a lovely, full smile and allowed them to enter her condo.

"Rachel!" Kurt exclaimed as he hugged her.

"Kurt!" she replied.

"I had to threaten to burn his sketches if he didn't leave," Blaine told her with a shake of his head as his stepped past them, still hugging.

"That smells delicious. Is it something new? I'm starving," Kurt told her as they parted.

"No, it isn't new. You've had it before and told me you loved it. It's easy to make, so I did it again. It's nothing fancy, just pasta," Rachel stated ushering them towards the immaculate already set dining room table. "I'll just get the wine and meet you at the table."

She rushed into the kitchen. She grabbed the bottle of red wine and the baking dish of the pasta mixture. She walked back into the dining room. She set the pasta dish on a trivet and then poured them each a healthy amount of wine, finishing off the bottle. She also had water there for them, but went back to the kitchen for a second bottle of wine, just in case.

"Oh my god, Rachel, you've done too much," Kurt told her.

"Never…for my friends," Rachel replied.

"Have you read the script?" Blaine asked her.

"I have started it. It sucked me right in and I called Tina to schedule me an audition. It's on Friday by the way. I hope that I have the entire script finished by then. It is a good story."

"All love stories are good," Blaine replied.

"I just don't see it yet. I mean the Jesse seems to be hung up on Jenny, but she doesn't seem to notice him. Do they even end up together?" Rachel asked.

Blaine laughed before he said, "Just finish the story. I am sure that you'll find the ending very…um…surprising. I know that the audience will."

"I can't wait. I might stay up tonight and finish it, then. The suspense is killing me."

"Oh, please tell me that you aren't going to call us as soon as you get to the end. We all know that Blaine and you both need your beauty sleep. Don't wake him up before you have to, and you have to be in bed before 1 AM or the gloves come off. Just wait to yell at him in the morning, please, for my sanity," Kurt urged.

"I'll be good, Kurt. I promise. I won't say anything to him about the play until tomorrow if I finish it tonight. Hopefully, I won't be too wired from reading the storyline though. You both know how a good story will keep me up all night," Rachel reminded them.

They shared a look and then a knowing smile. Kurt just shook his head, smiling, as he dished himself some more pasta. Rachel caught the look and then turned to Blaine. Blaine shook his head at her, subtly telling her that he wasn't going to ruin the ending for her. She would just have to read it to find out.

"Oh, fine, but you'll both hear from me about it in the morning," Rachel told them.

"I am sure we will," Kurt muttered as he shoved a forkful of pasta in his mouth.

"So, any other plans in the City, Rachel?" Blaine asked, trying to change the subject.

Rachel set her fork down and looked at them. She wondered if now was the right time to talk to them about her…epiphany. She wasn't sure if she just ease into it or if she should just be blunt. She was normally blunt about everything, but this was a sensitive subject.

"Well…"

"OMG, you've met someone that your dads hooked you up with? What's his name? Is he Jewish? What's he do?" Kurt blurted out in question before she could finish.

"No…I just…"

"Did you meet someone?" Blaine asked, putting a hand on Kurt's knee to calm his questions.

"No…I want…"

"A friend with benefits?" Kurt inquired with a hopeful lilt.

"No, Kurt, I just don't want someone for sex. I want someone to spend time with, someone who wants to be with me for me and not my name and celebrity. I want someone who doesn't care that I am on stage six five days a week, twice on Sundays. I want someone who can put up with me and not run for the Hudson as soon as things get tough," Rachel told them.

"Want me to ask around the office?" Kurt asked.

"No…well, no…maybe," Rachel said.

"Rachel, what is it? Why are you so nervous about this? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Blaine. I've just been thinking over the last few days. Mainly because of the last date that Dad set me up on, but I am not sure if…well…if a man is something that I am looking for anymore. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the male form in all its glory, but men just aren't doing it for me anymore. No one that I've been out with in the last year has lasted more than a few months, and those that did, the sex wasn't that great. So, I've been thinking…"

"You want a woman?" Kurt asked dropping his fork on to his plate.

"I don't know," Rachel replied shyly.

"Rachel Barbara Berry, do you or do you not want a woman to play with?" Kurt probed.

"I am not against it."

Blaine and Kurt just stared at her for a moment. This was hardly something that they were expecting her to say. Rachel had never shown an interest in another woman. She hadn't even mentioned the fact that she might be attracted to another woman. They both wondered what brought upon this recent "Rachel experiment."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know, Kurt. I just want to be someone that can tolerate me. I am so lonely. I figured that it wouldn't hurt to broaden my choices beyond men. Is that selfish?"

"Yes," Kurt answered and at the same time Blaine replied "No."

"I have gay dads. My best friends are gay. What does that say about me?"

"You like gentlemen?" Kurt asked.

"No, it means that I am more comfortable with a gay man than a straight man. So, maybe, I've been secret a lesbian for years and I just didn't know. I won't know until I try."

"What do you want us to do?" Blaine inquired.

"I don't know where to begin. Should I go to some lesbian bar? Is there a big lesbian hang out that I should go visit or something? I really don't know how to pursue this," Rachel told them.

"Slow down, Tiger. I'll put some feelers out, but definitely do not go to a lesbian bar by yourself, Honey. You will be a Vegan Treat dipped in Honey. You would taken home that night and I doubt seriously that you are looking for a hook up. So we have to do this a little more seriously," Kurt told her.

"Meaning?" Rachel inquired.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other. They weren't sure about the lesbian scene as much as they were about the gay scene, but they had some ideas. It would have to start with something simple like a poetry reading at a coffee shop. They needed to put Rachel on the market and word of mouth in their circles would spill over into the lesbian scene. She might need some help, but she would wow whoever with her personality.

"There is a poetry reading at Java and Juice next week. There will be plenty of lesbians there. It is a LGBT coffee and juice bar. But, first, we'll see if anyone bites."

"I don't want you going into this blind, Rachel. You are going to be able to pick up a lot of women just because of your name and I know that is something that you don't want. So, let us call some of our lesbian friends and see what the scene is like. I don't want you getting hurt, if we can all help it," Blaine told her.

"I appreciate that, Blaine, but I am not sure I want to go public."

"Bad for your image?" Kurt questioned.

"I could care less about my image. If I can't get a job because of my talent, then I shouldn't be on the stage. Besides, I would hope that none of the casting directors and production directors aren't that shallow. I am a bright and upcoming star here. To shun me because I've decided to be a lesbian doesn't seem to be too prudent in the industry," Rachel replied.

"It wouldn't be and they know that. They wouldn't care. No one cares that Kurt and I are married. As long as I can act straight on stage, they don't give a damn who I go home to. It is my fans that are upset that he is my man. They would rather I was single, but I am happy. I am working and doing something that I love. You just can't lose focus of what you want."

"I won't. I want it all. I know that. I want Broadway, more Tonys. Hell, I would be happy to record my own record, but that will take time and energy that I don't have right now. Tina is already looking into for me. Besides that, I want what every other red blooded American wants," Rachel explained.

"Which is?" Kurt asked.

"Someone to love them, two point five kids and a house to share it all."

They all smiled. Rachel was always an idealist. After all they had been through in high school and at NYADA, Rachel was still an optimist and Kurt loved her for it. She had been there for him as he worked for Vogue and then earned his own fashion house.

She was the first one sporting Hummel originals to all the New York theatre and Tony awards shows and banquets. She helped launch his name by just answering, "Rachel, who are you wearing tonight?" And, she couldn't have been prouder each time that she said his name because his gowns were gorgeous and they did make her ass and tits look good. He was the only one that could flatter her with cloth like that. She was there for him when he fell for Blaine after seeing him play Dr. Frankenfurter in an off-Broadway showing of Rocky Horror. They were perfect together and he wanted that for Rachel.

"I have an idea, but I don't know if you are going to like it," Kurt told her.

"What?" she asked as she finished her glass of wine, staring intently at him.

"Why don't we start with an online chat site?"

"Like a dating service?" Rachel asked confused.

"No, like a LGBT friendly version of Facebook. Somewhere that you can talk to other people who might be questioning. It could be very liberating without you actually having to talk to people in person, and if something comes from it…maybe you could meet…in a few months, after we've vetted them and met them and all that good stuff," he added.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Blaine asked.

"What's wrong with it?" Rachel inquired.

"I just don't want you to be 'catfished,' Rachel. That would hurt you more than you know. It's rude and there are a lot of trolls out there. But, I do agree with Kurt. You could join a site like that anonymously, then you would figure out where in the City you could go to meet someone that might share the same interests as you do. It could help you ease into the lesbian scene."

"It couldn't hurt," Kurt added.

"Do you both think I should?"

"It's either that or a dating site and those are notoriously all just liars."

"But, isn't hiding my identity lying, too?"

"Not for someone of your stature, Rachel. It's called being safe. I mean, you're huge on Twitter in New York and with all the Broadway fans and wannabes. You don't want to put out a big announcement that you are single and looking. Who knows what you might attract?" Kurt told her as he reached for the other bottle of wine to refill his glass.

Later that night after Kurt and Blaine left, Rachel got on her computer. She found some sites to visit, but she found out she was overwhelmed. That was until she found the Hathor Pages. She decided that she would just browse and read some of the content. She wanted to make sure that it was the right forum for her to wade into before she joined. But somewhere around three AM, she found herself clicking the link to start her own profile.

"But, what name should I use?" she asked herself as the profile form loaded.