A/N: this is that Faberry story I was talking about lol. I wanted to wait but I couldn't! Anywho, im going with the second summary. This story starts sometime during season 2, as that Sam, Lauren, and Blaine are included. This story is AU, as that Blaine isn't a Warbler and well, read on to find the other reasons. The story starts off slow but it will reach the main plot soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee. If I did it'd be a really messed up show with plenty of Faberry, Pezberry, and basically any other combination of all the characters.

Rachel Berry walked down the halls of McKinley, confident as usual, but shocked at the fact that she hadn't been slushied by the jocks or Cheerios yet. Hopefully Quinn Fabray, the head Cheerio, had called them off.

She walked up to her locker and turned her back to get her books when she felt that oh-so-familiar feeling of the cold, sticky slushy over her head. She turned around slowly, attempting to unsuccessfully get the chunks of slushy out of her eyes to face her predator.

As usual, her predator was none other than Noah Puckerman, the Jewish, Mohawk wearing sex shark of a football player.

She looked up at him with a terrified look before she headed off to the bathroom, leaving him in a fit of laughter.

"Puck! What the hell! I said no more slushies to anyone!" Rachel heard Quinn shout from behind her. She wanted to stop walking, to confront Noah and Quinn, but she kept walking. She continued the pathway to the bathroom that she had taken many times before, the path of humiliation, stares, and people laughing at her instead of with her.

"geeze Quinn, calm your tits. It was just a slushy." Puck explained.

"which I called off last week." Quinn protested, looking behind the jock at the girl covered in blue corn-syrup that would obviously stain her reindeer sweater walking fast towards the bathroom.

"why do you care if Rachel gets slushied anyway? Not telling me something?" Puck asked, a smirk forming on his face.

Quinn smacked his arm. He knew she was a lesbian. He actually thought that it was his fault. Ever since she got pregnant she had wanted nothing to do with guys and developed an attraction towards girls; especially a tiny brunette. The only ones who knew besides Puck was the other members of the Unholy Trinity.

"ouch. Its okay Q. She's hot." Puck smirked, trying to make a joke.

Quinn stared silently in the direction of the small brunette who was already in the bathroom.

"go get your girl." Puck mumbled as Quinn headed to the bathroom.

Rachel stood in front of the mirror, holding in her tears. She wiped the corn-syrup off, even though the damage was already done. She silently started humming the tune to a song that, in her eyes, fitted her personal situation.

Quinn was about to walk into the bathroom when she heard silent singing that had emerged from silent humming.

He thinks shes beautiful, that girl he talks about, and shes got everything that I have to live without. He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only thing that keeps me wishin' on that shooting star.

Then the singing stopped, leaving Quinn frozen. The silence was broken by silent sobs coming from the opposite side of the door. Quinn quietly walked in and saw Rachel sitting in a corner, face buried in her hands.

Rachel had stopped singing. Her thoughts from the song consisted of Finn, and how all he talked about was Quinn. Quinn this, Quinn that. Im only dating you to get Quinn jealous. That was all Rachel remembered hearing from him before she broke up with him.

Rachel didn't hear the door open, nor did she hear the soft footsteps that were coming towards her. Her eyes were closed tight, in an attempt to block out the hateful world. She was all alone. And she could really use Kurt right now, she had a giant stain on her brand-new reindeer sweater.

Quinn silently approached the crying brunette. She didn't know what to say. "hi Rachel, I was just coming to tell you that Puck's a jackass and I overheard your beautiful singing." Definitely not. She just slid down the wall next to Rachel, and put a comforting arm around her.

"Why are you comforting me? I thought you hated me." Rachel asked, calming down after looking up.

"don't assume, because what you assume isn't always true."

"but why are you help-"

"Q! get yo anorexic ass outta the damn bathroom! Coach is looking for you!" Santana Lopez, the daring Latina, shouted, walking into the bathroom. She stopped in her steps when she saw the pair of girls, Quinn's arms around Rachel. "what the hell are you doing with ManHands?"

"uh, nothing." Quinn stuttered as she got up and left with Santana.

Once outside the bathroom, Santana began her interrogation before Quinn had to go see Sue Sylvester, the deadly Cheerio coach.

"Q, seriously, what the hell? If anyone sees you and the hobbit together your rep will die completely."Santana stated.

"I know. It's just, Puck slushied her. You know how I am, I actually have a heart." Quinn replied, defending herself.

"And apparently the hots for Rachel Berry. That hobbit must be somthin' to get the head cheerleaders panties in a twist." Santana said as she walked away.

Rachel slowly got up and walked over to the sink. What was that about? Was Quinn Fabray, the HBIC, actually being….nice?

Rachel fixed her makeup before walking out of the bathroom and heading to Spanish.

Quinn found herself waiting for Sue to finish polishing her trophies.

"so Q. Brittany tells me that one of our best flyers quit. Care to explain?" Sue asked.

"gladly. She wanted to be captain. Kept trying to take over the squad. I told her to knock it off or leave. So she left." Quinn explained.

"you realize what you have to do."

"find a new flyer?" Quinn asked.

"Yup. Now get out of my office before I remember that you used to be pregnant and kick you off the squad. "

Quinn got up and left, thinking about who would make a good flyer for the Cheerios.

Rachel sat impatiently through Spanish. She kept wondering of Quinn was planning something. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Finn passing her a note.

'y r u so out of it 2day?'

Rachel rolled her eyes. She couldn't explain it to him, it'd just confuse him more. Plus, she was still kinda pissed at him.

'just have been thinking.-R'

'wht aboot?'

'not telling.-R'

She passed the note back and attempted to concentrate on whatever Mr. Schuester, Will to the adults, the Spanish teacher/ Glee coach, was teaching.

That is, until the classroom door opened.

Quinn quickly gabbed her things from her locker before heading off to Spanish. Which she had with Rachel.

She walked in late, making her the center of attention. She gave a silent apology to Mr. Schue saying that she was with Coach Sylvester, before taking a seat, which happened to be on the left of Rachel, Finn being on her right.

She attempted to pay attention and catch up but her attention was driven elsewhere when Rachel passed her a note.

'what was that, this morning?-R'

'what r u talking about.-Q'

'you know exactly what im talking about.-R'

'the thing in the bathroom?-Q'

'yes.-R'

'oh, I was just being nice.-Q' Rachel scoffed.

'why?-R'

'I kinda want to be your friend.-Q'

"but, why?-R'

Mr. Schue dismissed the class before Quinn could respond.

Quinn heard a quiet almost-whisper damn it from Rachel. She was shocked, she had never heard the diva swear before.

Rachel quickly gathered her things and went straight for her locker. Her shirt was still stained for the slushy incident earlier. Rachel had just grabbed her book when she heard a few cat calls coming from the jocks behind her. That only meant one thing: the Unholy Trinity was heading this way.

Rachel quickly grabbed her book and headed straight for her next class. She wasn't looking where she was going and ran right into the head Cheerio.

"watch it, RuPaul." Santana snapped, her pinky never unlinking with Brittany's.

"San, it's okay. Rachel, I need to talk to you." Quinn grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her towards the girls locker room.

Quinn practally shoved the tiny girl into the locker room. Santana knew Quinn's plan and simplemindedly guided Brittany to their next class.

"Quinn, I really think we should get to our next class. Education is really impor-"

"Shut it munchkin and let me speak." Quinn cut her off, making Rachel jump.

Rachel just stood there, motionless and speechless.

"okay, so I know we should be in class, but I needed to talk to you about something important." Quinn began.

"I understand. But why do you want to be my friend?" Rachel asked, avoiding Quinn's important topic.

"because. You're…beautiful, nice-when you're not being a bitchy diva-, funny, and you have an amazing voice." Quinn answered her.

"r-really?" Rachel answered, finally looking up.

"yeah." Quinn took a step closer to Rachel, Hazel eyes locking with Chestnut.

The corners of Rachel's lips perked up in confusion, as if she was about to ask why Quinn was invading her personal space.

Quinn leaned in, and their lips barely ghosted when a ticked off Sue Sylvester stormed in, causing both girls to jump away from each other. Rachel disappeared behind a row of lockers and Quinn pretended to look for something in her locker.

"Q! did you find a replacement flyer?" Sue spoke loudly.

"uh, yes coach. She's tiny, so she'd be easy to throw." Quinn responded.

"bring her to my office before practice and we'll see if I approve." Sue said before walking out.

"that was close." Rachel said as she came out of her hiding spot.

"yeah." Quinn said, pulling Rachel close.

"so who's this 'tiny girl' you were talking about?" Rachel asked, her arms wrapping around Quinn's neck loosely.

"welcome to the Cheerios." Quinn said before capturing Rachel's lips in a passionate kiss.