Look, I'm back with another story. I know I'm not the best writer and all that jazz, but I really love this story so I thought I would Faberry it. So yes, this is based off of a book that was also turned into a movie. I'm not going to say which one though because if some people haven't seen it then I don't want them to go look it up because it would totally spoil it. Ha.

If you think you know what it is though let me know in a review. :D Even if you don't know what it is you should leave me a review because it was my birthday the other day and it can just be a late birthday present, right? Am I guilt tripping you guys into it?

That's about it. This story is AU, obviously. The first chapter is short-kind of just there to get it going.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee! I'm a poor college student.

Rachel Berry had been one of the most intriguing people she had ever met. The girl knew her Broadway shows like no other. She had every Barbra Streisand album on vinyl. She called in sick for work once a year so that she could watch the Tony Awards.

She was high maintenance and anal retentive. She knew what she wanted and would not settle for anything less. Despite her flaws she was easily the most caring person alive. She was selfless and giving. She always put others before herself. She believed that despite what Elphaba thought good deeds did go without punishment.

She had her life figured out for her. She was going to take Broadway by storm at the young age of twenty-two. She would have loved to be on stage before then, but she wanted to attend college full-time. She worried that auditioning for roles while still in school would sway her to drop out and pursue the stage. By twenty-four she would be in a committed relationship. She would be happy with her partner and ready to talk about settling down-being serious.

By twenty-five she would possible be married to the love of her life. She knew that whoever she fell for would be just as kind as she was. They would have a heart of gold. They would love the stage as much as she did. They would be her number one fan and support her with her every role.

She and her spouse would have children-two at least. She wanted a boy first so that if they had a girl second he would take care and protect her.

Rachel Berry had her entire life figured out, really.

What she didn't expect was Quinn Fabray.

"Mark, I understand what you are asking me to do, but I certainly do not think that we should simply alphabetize our selections by artists. Perhaps we could alphabetize them by the artists but have their individual genres because I honestly cannot fathom having these Carolina people near the Carpenters. It makes no sense," she shouted while waving around two very different albums.

"Rachel, I don't care what you do. You're just supposed to sit behind the counter and take the money from people. We aren't even organized in ABC order now so what the fuck are you talking about?" She gasped before placing the records back in their spot and making her way over to the owner of the store.

"Languare, Mark," she replied before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it to the ground. "You know that you can't smoke in here. I cannot be around cigarette smoke. It could damage my lungs, and do you know what that would mean?" Mark rolled his eyes. "It means that my voice would be ruined. Without breath control a singer is nothing."

"Last week you said without proper tone a singer was nothing." Rachel scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. "Besides, I own this place. I can smoke if I want to. You're the one working for me, Berry." Rachel pouted and watched as the older man made his way to the back of the store-probably to drink a beer and watch re-runs of That 70s Show.

She begrudgingly made her way over to the counter and sat. They didn't get much business. Rachel had realized that most kids actually weren't like her. They didn't want a record; they had iPods. The "ancient" people still had CDs.

The bell chimed alerting them of a new customer. She figured it was Jacob Ben Israel. He had been harboring an undesired crush on Rachel throughout high school. Upon finding her work place he often came by in hopes of getting her to accept a date offering.

He was always unsuccessful.

"Hello," Rachel greatly dryly without looking up from the magazine she kept behind the counter. Upon hearing no response she realized it wasn't Jacob. She raised her head long enough to see a stunning young blonde making her way around the different racks of music. "Can I help you?" Rachel eagerly questioned, excited that someone her age possibly had a shared interest with her.

"No, I'm just looking," the blonde replied stiffly. Rachel's jaw dropped. She had just been brushed off by some silly college girl.

"Suit yourself. I do not think that you will be able to find whatever it is you are looking for. I am not sure if you are aware, but this is a record store. We do not carry iTunes cards or whatever it is you want." The blonde looked up from the current bin she was beside and gawked.

"Excuse you," she coolly replied before continuing to go through the music. "I'm the customer. I believe you should be behind the counter unless I ask for your assistance." Rachel hmmphed before prancing back over to the counter.

Clearly this girl had no tact. She would complain to Mark about their customers as soon as the blonde bimbo left. She picked up her magazine and began to thumb through it noisily-a habit she picked up in high school upon dating some dumb jock. She would flip through pages of books loudly just so the poor fool would understand that she was angry.

"Hey, do you guys have the newest Ra Ra Riot album?" Rachel continued flipping through the magazine, too focused on her hatred towards this new customer to even realize that said customer was speaking. "Excuse me," the blonde shouted.

"What?" Rachel shouted back before realizing she was doing an excellent job of proving to Mark that she did indeed need to be fired. "I apologize, what did you say?"

"The new Ra Ra Riot album?" The blonde smirked. Rachel's brows drew together.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who the Ya Ha's are. You'll have to ask Mark," she replied before picking the magazine back up and pointing to the back door where Mark was located. She began to lightly hum "Send in the Clowns." She was brought out of her song by a pale palm slapping the counter in front of her.

"I don't know what you're problem is, but you are terrible at this job. I intend to complain." Rachel snorted before waving her hand. "Well, Rachel, I hope you didn't like working here." The brunette dropped the magazine and glared at the blonde.

"I will ignore the fact that you know my name despite the fact that I did not give it to you long enough to say that I do enjoy working here and that your nonsensical babbling will not change that. You cannot get me fired simply because I didn't know who the Yo-Ho's were."

"See? You didn't even pay attention when I asked. You didn't look. You just sat behind the counter, flipping through your stupid Cosmo, while singing 'Send in the Clowns.' You're terrible at this job." Rachel's face lit up.

"You know that song?" The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Listen Rachel, there is a point that I'm trying to make." Rachel arched her eyebrow beckoning the girl to continue. "You will be fired now."

"You can't fire me."

"I'm actually going to law school. Perhaps I can't fire you, but I'm sure my family could pull some strings. I'm sure that Mark wouldn't appreciate being sued for something as petty as a lousy worker." Rachel's jaw dropped as she sputtered random words to the blonde.

"You can't have me fired. I'd quit before I let that happen. Besides, you're bluffing. I've done nothing to warrant having Mark sued." Rachel took in a much needed breath of air before really looking over the blonde. Despite her horrid personality she was incredibly beautiful. Her hair was curled and came slightly past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were shinning with amusement. Her smile was dazzling, to say the least. Rachel was certain that she'd never seen a smile so radiant, and she owned a mirror!

"Relax, I wouldn't waste our time on you. You remind me of those little robot pets I had as a child." Rachel's face scrunched up into one of confusion and thought. The blonde laughed forcing Rachel to groan. Why did the bitch have to have such a beautiful laugh?

"You do know what I'm talking about, right?" The blonde interrupted.

"No, I can't say that I do. I did not have robot pets growing up." The blonde rolled her eyes.

"You had to virtually take care of them. They barked and shit when they needed to be fed. Of course, eventually they barked so much you just wanted them to die already." Rachel's jaw dropped in offense. The blonde girl tilted her head back and continued laughing.

"Is there a reason that you are still here? I don't see the point in this conversation. I'd rather converse with Jacob." The blonde's perfect eyebrow arched-causing Rachel to wonder when she started to refer to anything on this foul creature as perfect.

"Who is Jacob?"

"He's this imbecile who keeps attempting me to go on some sort of outing with him. I keep denying his advances. I simply do not want to go on a date with him, but he seems to not understand." The blonde girl nodded.

"Well, I don't want to converse with you anyway. I don't know why this Jacob boy wants to go out with you. You're the last person on Earth I'd want to go on a date with." Rachel felt her face flush. The nerve of the girl before her was outlandish. She fought the urge to slap her across the face with a special edition copy of her dictionary and opted for remaining calm.

"I wouldn't go on a date with you even if you wanted to go on one with me. You're incredibly rude and egotistical. I don't even know your name, but I assume it's something ugly to match your soul."

"It's Quinn," the blonde replied. Rachel's smirk fell. Quinn actually was a pretty name when used with the girl before her. "I study law."

"Is there a reason you're telling me this? Again?" Quinn snorted and shook her head.

"I thought if I told you what I did then you would tell me what you did?" Rachel sighed dramatically and prayed that some other customer would come in so that this girl would leave.

"I'm Rachel. I don't study law." Quinn trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. Rachel couldn't help that she found it adorable. "I go to Berklee."

"The music school?" Quinn's nose scrunched up in distaste. Rachel once again fought the urge to punch the girl. After all, she did not condone violence and chances were this girl could kill her.

"What other Berklee do you know?" Rachel retorted angrily. Quinn opened her mouth to respond. "And please do not say UC Berkeley." Quinn rolled her eyes again, something Rachel noticed she did frequently.

"It's plausible."

"Yes, I go to college in California, but I work at a record store in Boston. That makes complete sense. You said you were going to law school or something? Are you sure about that?" Quinn smirked once again forcing Rachel to admit that the blonde did look slightly hot when confident.

"Harvard Law." Rachel groaned.

"That explains it." Quinn's expression changed in a matter of seconds. She leaned forward and rested her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Explains what, Rachel?"

"First of all I want to know how you knew my name before I even told it to you. I'm certain that I've never met you before. I know that I would remember someone as conceited and pompous as yourself."

"You're wearing a name-tag," she evenly responded. Rachel immediately felt herself blush with embarrassment. "What does it explain though? My witty comebacks? My valid arguments?"

"Why you're a jackass," Rachel replied with a smug grin of her own. "Now, I'm sure that you have exams you need to go study for so please go." Quinn chuckled before glancing at the watch on her wrist.

"Say we go get some coffee." Rachel looked incredulous.

"Why would I want to get coffee with you?"Quinn looked as though she were thinking of reasons to list off. Rachel groaned, knowing that the blonde would actually do such a thing.

"I don't actually think you're smart." Quinn scoffed, much to Rachel's delight. "I think you're just an inheritance baby. Your father was able to pay your way into college."

"Sure, my father pays for my education, but it doesn't mean that I'm not smart." Rachel bit her lip before taking a sip out of the coffee she had ordered.

"So, going to Harvard, is this some kind of family thing? Every person in the history of your family has attended this school?" Quinn sighed again before taking a bite out of the cookie she had ordered.

"You think you have me figured out, don't you?" Rachel nodded. "Whatever, you think I don't know your type? You're the humble artist. You're poor and you get by on your talent alone. You rub your work into everyone else's face."

"I do not."

"I don't even know what you do. You're a singer, I bet." Rachel nodded. "See, the thing is-you think you're so much better than I am because you got into school based on your talents-not money. How do you know that I'm not a good lawyer? I don't even know what I did to piss you off so bad, but you're a real bitch, Rachel."

"Well so are you."

"Touché."

"I still don't know your last name," Quinn whispered, still standing outside her dorm room, despite the falling of the snow. Rachel simply shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave, leaving Quinn slightly confused and very curious about the slightly insane girl. The blonde wasted no time running after the brunette. "Come on, who are you?"

"You spent the entire day mocking me, calling me names, and telling me about how great you are. Not once did you ask me a single thing about me. Why should I tell you my name?" Quinn shrugged her shoulders before gently pressing her lips against the brunette's. "I didn't say that you could kiss me," she shrieked.

"Mine is Fabray." Rachel's eyes sparkled with mirth."Why do you look like that?"

"As in the building we just passed by?" Quinn groaned and hoped that Rachel would believe her rosy cheeks were caused by the chilly air and not her embarrassment.

"Yes, one in the same," Quinn replied. "What's yours?"

"I'm afraid I don't have a building named after me." Quinn placed her hands on her hips angrily and watched as the petite girl began to cackle with laughter. "Rachel Berry. I would say that it was nice to meet you, Quinn Fabray, but it actually wasn't."

"The feeling is mutual," Quinn responded with a small smile before running back towards her dorm room.

"Did you have a date?" Rachel shut the door behind her to see her roommate sprawled out on her bed. "You've never been out this late. I thought about turning you in to the Missing Persons thing on campus."

"No, I didn't have a date. This girl came into the store spouting off nonsense then she made me go get coffee with her so she could spout off more nonsense." Her roommate clutched her stomach as the waves of laughter rolled off of her. "Why are you laughing?"

"You're completely right. That was not a date." Rachel nodded, misunderstanding the girl's sarcasm. "At least you two didn't kiss."

"She actually did kiss me. I informed her that I didn't give her permission, but she didn't really respond." This seemed to cause a new onset of laughter.

"Rachel, you're so stupid," she offered with a small smile.

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