A/N: So, I've rewritten the first chapter. I thought there needed to be a little bit of Faberry in the beginning. Also a reviewer (Um, anon) pointed out that Santana was being too nice and I agree. I did make her a little more reluctant, but still not so bitchy? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you.

Disclaimer: Duh...

Rachel Berry is a girl who sets a goal and achieves it. When she sung the duet with Quinn, she knew then what she wanted. Although all attempts for the two girls to become friends had somehow turned sour, usually because one of them was always gunning for the other one's boyfriend.

*Insert Crazy Flashback Music*

After their duet was over Rachel excused herself from the choir room. She had been feeling so many things when she was looking into Quinn's eyes. Once she was in the bathroom she allowed herself to process those feelings. She knew Quinn was a beautiful girl, but as they sang to each other – because they were singing more to each other than the group – she couldn't help but think there was more to the ex cheerleader than that. She had seen a vulnerability in the other girl. A chink in the armor, if you will. Rachel had gotten an overwhelming need to protect her, to shield her from whatever it was that was haunting her.

Rachel's inner musings were cut short when there was a knock on the door. She wiped her eyes and composed herself before calling out, "Come in."

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Quinn stepped fully into the bathroom and closed the door, leaning against it so they wouldn't be interupted.

Rachel was shocked, she figured if anyone would check on her it would have been Kurt. "I will be. I know I tend to get over emotional during my performances," Quinn rolls her eyes at this confession, "but I never expected this."

Rachel took a step closer to Quinn, who in turn pushed herself off of the door. They were standing face to face, and as Quinn looked into the smaller girls brown eyes she felt her breath catch. What was this?

Looking down at Rachel's parted lips she asked, "Didn't expect what?" She licked her lips. Why was her mouth suddenly dry?

Rachel looked away for a second before turning looking straight into Quinn's gorgeous hazel eyes. "This." she practically whispered against Quinn's lips before closing the distance.

There was no hesitance in their first kiss. Quinn knew her first reaction should have been to push Rachel away, to yell at her. She shouldn't have parted her lips when she felt Rachel's tongue seeking entrance. She definitely shouldn't have been running her fingers through her thick brown hair.

Rachel was lost. She had kissed exactly three people in her life and she had never lost herself completely in another person before. Her hands were on the taller girl's waist, thumbs brushing the skin underneath the hem of her shirt. Everything about Quinn was soft. Her soft, sweet lips sliding over her own. Rachel could feel the firmness of her muscles under the contrasting velvet of her skin.

As suddenly as the kiss began, it was over. Quinn's brain had finally caught up to her body. She shoved Rachel away, ignoring the look of hurt that flashed across the other teen's face. "I can't do this. I'm with Finn. This...This isn't right."

Quinn was gone before Rachel could say anything. She was not going to give up on this. She was Rachel Berry and she was going to get what she wanted.

*End Flashback Nonsense*

She knew she would have to do something radical to get the girl's attention.

Which is what lead her to pacing in front of a certain Latina's locker before Glee club one afternoon. Part of her was still debating whether getting anyone else involved was a good idea. Before she could leave the scene a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Hey dwarf, any reason you're hanging around my locker?" Santana regarded the shorter girl curiously. They weren't exactly the best of friends, but Santana hadn't been her usual cruel self since her blond counter part left for some dance academy in L.A. She simply didn't have the energy.

Rachel swallowed the lump in her throat and went on with her plan. "I need your help with something. I've been trying my best to woo Quinn. I know she feels the same way, but she won't leave Finn. She thinks that is her only ticket to becoming Prom Queen. Which I think if everyone knew her like I did then they would vote for her any way, but.."

"Calm down, where do I fit into this?" Santana held up a hand to stop what was sure to be a full on Berry rant fest, and if Santana was surprised at the fact that Rachel had admitted she was gay, or at the very least bisexual, she didn't show it. She could just sense all of the unresolved tension, and it kind of made her sick.

The tiny diva pressed on. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend." Rachel took a breath, getting ready to list reasons why she should help, "I really don't think you're as bad as everyone says..."

Santana smirked as she said, "Is every conversation we have going to end with me interrupting you?".

Rachel had to stop herself from launching into another explanation, "No," she said simply.

Santana thought about Rachel's proposition. She had made a promise to Brittany before she left to try and be a little nicer to people. At the very least to start treating the other Glee kids with some respect. But, Man Hands, really? She did have to admit that when you looked passed her annoying need to be on top and her atrocious wardrobe, she was actually kind of hot. In a To Catch Predator way.

"What makes you think I'd help you anyway, Stubbles?"

Rachel was prepared for this, "Well, for one I know how you love to stir things up, especially with Quinn. Not to mention the rest of the glee clubbers" She could tell she had piqued Santana's interest. "I know you've been lonely without your best friend around, and I promise to try not to speak in paragraphs so much." Rachel knew mentioning Brittany would be the turning point. Bad or good.

Santana really was bored without her best friend around. "I'm in, what do I have to do?" Besides, Brittany would be happy that she was actually doing something to help someone. Especially if it finally meant being out. Because, of course, they'd have to be out about it for it to work.

Rachel didn't think Santana would so readily agree. She had prepared several counter arguments, in case she said no. "Very well then. Um, shall we go to Glee then?"

Santana deposited the books she was carrying into her locker and took the smaller girls hand. "Let's go girlfriend."

The two girls walked into Glee, fingers laced, like it was no big thing. This earned them a lot of raised eyebrows and generally shocked looks. Santana was surprised when Quinn looked a little hurt. Looks like the smurffette wasn't kidding when she said the former cheerleader had feelings for her. This might be easier than she thought. Rachel's hand was warm and soft in hers, and she squeezed it reassuringly before turning her attention to Mr. Sheuster.