Hello the Glee Fandom! I come in peace \/

Okay, Chapter one of a strange Glee fic... Yeah... Oooh and thanks to iloveheartlandx (who writes THE BEST glee fics) for betaring (I have no idea how to spell that) this fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, RIB does. So, yeah, here the chapter:

Chapter 1: A Waitress Called Rachel

Rachel's POV

"Oooh, what do you think? Seven or eight?" Daisy's eyes sparkled with delight as she eyed the tall, blonde sitting in the corner of the café, pooling over todays daily mail.

"Eight, now go serve the guy before he gets tired of waiting." I reply lazily, giving her the honour of serving an eight. Daisy squeals in delight as she straightens her apron and checks her bun. Shooting me a grateful glance she scurries over to his table armed with a menu. Sighing, I stack the dirty mugs onto my tray and head into the back room.

As I stack the mugs in the dish washer my mind sinks into a Broadway Fantasy. The lights burn into my vision as the crowd cheers me on the stage. Looking up at the blurred silhouettes of my audience I relax. The music starts and I sing the first perfect note, letting my voice ring out into the hall. I sing through my song, each note better than the last as the crowd sits in silence; stunned at my voice. It takes them a few minutes to recover from their amazement before they erupt into cheers and wolf whistles. Letting a cute perfect smile smear my perfectly glossed lips, I batter my mascaraed eyelashes at the crowd. Just as the crowd are throwing roses at me, Daisy's voice breaks in.

"Oh my gosh- I actually found a ten!"

It takes me a few minutes to remember where I am. "Huh, oh, no Daisy- he didn't look like a ten."

"Notthatguy. A new one. He's hot stuff!" Shaking my head in despair, I trot into the next room.

"Where?" I sigh, Daisy jabs a bright pink nail polished fingernail at some guy in the middle of the room. My heart stops.

It's him. No, it couldn't be- why would he be here? This is a small café, he couldn't possibly have found me. Yet he has. I would recognise his fringeless brown hair and over eager face anywhere. The boy sitting in the middle of 'The Hit and Miss Café' was none other than Finn Hudson.

Finn sits in some fancy suit as he examines the menu, but quickly gets bored of this and his eyes start to revolve slowly around the room edging closer to the counter where Daisy and I are gawking at him like he just came from Mars.

Realisation suddenly dawns on me. I duck behind the counter and drag Daisy down with me.

"Hey- he was about to look at us!" She shouts angrily.

"Shush! I know that guy, alright? Now cover me." I whisper harshly back. She opens her mouth to reply but shuts it quickly then nods at me. I grin- we've got each other's backs and that feels good.

Daisy stands up, straightens her apron and heads to Finn's table, ignoring the blonde guy in the corner who's clamouring for her attention- no doubt running out of lunch time. I peer over the counter top as Daisy strides over to Finn and offers him a drink. He shakes his head and I panic slightly, but Daisy is more than prepared.

"Really," Daisy pulls her auburn hair out of its stiff bun and slides around the table so his back is facing me. "Cause we serve great doughnuts." She flicks her hair to the side and lets Finn have a good view down her red café smock. With Daisy's breasts in his face, Finn wrinkles his nose in disgust. I quickly scoot into the back room as Finn mutters something about not being thirsty so Daisy does her top button up and flicks her hair in his face. Making a 'humph' sound she stalks away.

Pressing my back to the wall I sigh in relief. I stare at my red working dress and white apron. Tears clutch my throat and I sink to my knees, blinking back the moisture. How can I show up looking like a waitress in front of Finn? I dumped him all those years ago because I thought he was holding me back from my Broadway dream. Oh the laughs he'd have when he realises that I dumped him and became a waitress waiting for my big break.

A hollow laugh erupts from my throat and I stare at the white wash walls.

"Are you coming back?" Daisy poked her head around the door. "You know he was meeting someone. Looks like they re-arranged the time cause the other gent just left, mind the guy you knew ordered a coffee- I got the machine on now. Wait five and your guy will head out too." I nod feebly. "Okay, I need the loo so don't mope around in there for too long."

She hurries of, leaving me too dwindle on the floor and pick at bits of flaking paint on the wall. "Um, miss?" Finn's voice breaks through the air. My heart begins to thump but before I can retreat the door bursts open and Finn's chocolate brown eyes find mine.

"Rach!" He drops to his knees and pulls me into his arms.

Finn's POV

I look at Rachel over my latte. She's just as I remember her- brown hair draped lazily over her shoulders, warm eyes sparkling eagerly and olive tanned skin (slightly red from crying). A shy smile edges it way onto her lips as our eyes meet. I lean forward onto the table and put my coffee cup down.

"Do you still sing?" she looks away and snuggles down into my blazer which I wrapped around her. Hesitantly, she shakes her head. I reach out to stroke her cheek, but then hold back before letting my hand drop into my lap.

Gulping down saliva, I prepare what I'm going to say next- I need to get this right. "I… well… um… I thought maybe we should like meet up with the others?" I look up at her but her expression is unreadable. Taking a deep breath I plunge in "We could be a choir again- sing to let our feelings out and, and, have fun again. I know a mate- he owns a theatre we could rehearse there on Sundays, you know when there not practicing or performing. It'd be fun, there'd be food and coffee and…"

My mind carries on, working out every detail and releasing every idea I've conjured up over these past few years. Words just rambling out of my mouth with no real destination, just dreams. I look up to see if she feels my excitement. Her face remains clear and unreadable. I watch as her eyes revolve down my body taking in my appearance. She leans forward and faces me, meeting my eyes.

"I'm…" Her mouth opens but then shuts again. How can she not say yes? I've been dreaming about this for years- planning everything. Surely she has too? I take her frail hands in mine, desperate to convey some of the excitement that's pulsing through my veins to hers.

"Let's do it!" I whisper. She stays quite. Every second feels like a life time, the time sticking heavily between us like some barrier. Finally she nods. Only slightly, barely a twitch. She could have just been her clearing the hair from her face- but it's enough. I drag her into my arms and hug her tight. We're going to be a choir again. All of us. I feel tears sting my eyes as dreams chase each other around my head, at one point I think I'm in that theatre.

Sighing happily, I sink further into her arms and whisper into her ear "see you tomorrow."

Okay, nothing too eventful in that chapter, but I'm thinking of putting either Finnichel or in the fic or maybe a bit of both... how about ... No I'm kidding on that one! (My friend has threatened to stop betaring me if I flip Rachel so she can't go out with Finn)

I don't think I have anything else to say... Mind you I didn't write this with anything to say in mind... which is why it's fairly random...

So BYE!