This is my first ever Glee-related writing of any kind. So please be… kind. As with all of my fics, they will probably be a little out of character in some places, but hopefully not too much. Honestly? I don't watch Glee. But I read a lot of fics, so with a bit of luck I should be okay.
Well, this is a FaBerry lemon songfic, from Rachel's P.O.V, as you may've guessed from the description. It might be a one-shot, might be extended. I've yet to decide. I hope you enjoy it. And if you do, hit the review button at the end? Please?
(P.S. The passages in italics are flashbacks…
The song is "Hey Soul Sister" by Train)

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"You're next," I smiled at the long-legged blonde beside me, whispering under Kurt's rendition of Coldplay's Fix You. She fixed me a nervous grin, and smoothed her Cheerio skirt with shaking hands. Kurt's last note rang through the room, and I gently squeezed my partner's hand, as her trembling legs took her to the stage.

Before the music started, her lips formed the words, "I dedicate this song to Rachel Berry. My best friend, my comrade, my… girlfriend." Every head in the room turned, and I felt a blush find its way over my cheeks. When Quinn's voice broke out through the silence, however, all eyes were glued to her.

"He~ey, he~e~e~ey… he~e~e~e~ey…"

Our eyes locked, and a smile slipped over her lips. I matched it with my own, and noticed my hands were suddenly shaking. Never in a million years would I have expected Quinn Fabray, the hot Cheerio, to make us official and out, in front of the entire group. I suppressed a childish laugh, and brushed away the tears that hadn't yet fallen from my eyes. She swung her hips and leaned against the piano, honey-colored hair splaying out over her shoulders; slightly mussed, like it was the very first night…

"Your lipstick stains, on the front lobe of my left side brains. I knew I wouldn't forget you… And so I went and let you blow my mind."

"Rachel... Rae…" her soft breath caressed my neck, before her coral-painted lips trailed butterfly kisses up my neck. Our mouths found one another and we sank deeper into the sheets. Her softness wrapped around every fibre of my being, and I remember thinking 'Is this real?'

"Your sweet moonbeam; the smell of you in every single dream I dream. I knew when we collided, you're the one, I have decided, who's one of my kind."

The tears were falling, unashamedly and unrelentlessly onto my deep purple skirt. The one I wore because I knew she liked it. I didn't know just how much emotion this garment would provoke, until our second encounter.

"Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight. He~ey he~e~e~ey, he~e~e~ey."

"I really, really like that skirt on you, Rae," a lazy smile hid behind her eyes, as her gentle fingers slid under 'that skirt'. She attacked my mouth, neck, chest… every inch of flesh she could find, that wasn't covered in cotton or polyester. I remember thinking, 'How did this happen?'

"Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me. You gave my life direction, a game show love connection, we can't deny."

With a weight lifted from my chest that I hadn't realised had been there until it left, I let the softest laugh escape from deep within. Puck and Finn had been the only two to keep staring at me, unashamedly, throughout Quinn's performance. I supposed that Puck was most surprised that I, little Rachel Berry, would be so willing to accept his child as my own. And Finn? Finn was… Well, who knew? He was always more in love with the idea of me, than he was with me as a person. But now, now I had someone in love with me, I had a family, I had… the world. And my world was on stage, singing to me, like she did during our third 'meeting'.

"I'm so obsessed. My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest. I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna, and I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind."

Her soft hair was keeping my modesty, our legs were entwined as intricately as our fingers, and I was humming to myself as I thought she was asleep. "Rae?" she murmured, so soft I had barely heard. I muttered a lazy "Yeah?" and without any further prompt, she launched into a gentle performance of Secondhand Serenade's 'Stranger'. And I remember thinking, 'What happens next?'

"Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight."

It took all I had not to run and embrace her. My eyes were swimming with tears of joy, and I was vaguely aware of someone passing me a tissue. I gently declined; I wasn't afraid to be myself anymore. Any part of me that I was before afraid to show, was now laid bare to the world, because of the one woman who had really opened my eyes to the world. In the same way I had opened her heart, on our fourth time.

"The way you can cut a rug, watching you is the only drug I need. So gangster, I'm so thug; you're the only one I'm dreaming of. You see I can be myself now finally, in fact there's nothing I can't be, I want the world to see you'll be with me."

We were giggling. Like kindergartners. Our hands were locked together so tight, it was like we were trying to become one person. The further we swam through the museum's halls, the more daring we became- an embrace behind one statue, a gentle kiss behind another. It was a game. When we were riding high on the adrenaline, she took me down to a softly lit corridor that we had passed twice already for a little more than a gentle kiss. I laughed, and went in for another. "No," she whispered, and I registered hurt, "No… Rachel… there's something I… need to tell you." My heart began to beat so loud, I thought she could hear it. "Rachel… I… I love you."
I gasped, and clutched her hands to my chest, hardly believing what I had heard could be real. And I remember thinking, 'I love her, too.'

"Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo' the way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do … tonight. Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do… tonight."

A few small, uneasy coughs threw the silence away, and changed to a round of applause that left my ears ringing. I got up, and ran to her, aware of every eye on my back. Without thinking or caring, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.

And I remember saying, "Quinn… I love you, too."