Disclaimer: sadly, I don't own Glee, or the characters. I'm just taking them on a test drive.

A/N: So, this is my first Fanfic, so please be gentle ;) Also, reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Prologue

I was in seventh grade when it happened. I was standing by my locker with my two best friends, Santana and Brittany, when my whole world changed. When I first saw her, my breath caught in my throat, my palms started sweating, and I'm almost certain my heart stopped only to start back up again beating at an impossibly fast pace.

She was wearing a sinfully short skirt and an argyle sweater. Even with the hideous sweater, she was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her dark silky locks made my fingers itch to run through them. I didn't even realize I was staring until Santana blocked my view of her and scowled at me.

"Hey, do you plan on listening to us anytime soon? What the hell, Q?"

I didn't answer right away, I just shifted a little so I could see her. The girl that made my knees weak just by looking at her.

"Who is she?" I ask as nonchalantly as I can manage. Which isn't much.

Santana looks behind her shoulder to see who I am talking about and snorts out a laugh. "I know, pathetic right? That's the new girl, Rachel something or other. She is already a loser"

I didn't see how anyone could think she was a loser. She was perfect.

"She's not a loser San. I talked to her during our English class and she was super nice. She has a really pretty smile" Brittany said. I was instantly jealous that she got to see her smile.

"I think she is beautiful" I whisper, mostly to myself, but they heard me anyways.

"No, Q. Absolutely not. Look, I know how you love to be all rebellious and shit, but she is not gonna help us get to the top of the social pyramid" Of course S would still be worried about our social standings, apparently we have to keep worrying until we are on the cheerios.

"Why can't I San? You have Britt"

She blushes and says "Well yeah. But Britt is popular, like us. And that girl, is definitely not."

I still didn't understand how wanting to get closer to Rachel was going to have any affect on my social standing, at least that was until I saw Karofsky and Azimio walk up to her and shove her into the lockers. I knew what San meant now, I just wish it could have been different.

I walked up to her and helped her off of the ground. If I wasn't going to be able to have her, as a friend or otherwise, then I was still gonna meet her and show her the real Quinn before I had to become the monster I knew was coming.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry this happened to you, especially on your first day."

She looked up at me and my breath caught again. She had the most expressive brown eyes I had ever seen. She was looking at me with something akin to wonder, I figured it was because I was helping her.

"Um, hi. You really didn't have to help me, I'm used to this."

How horrible. I really hate life sometimes.

"It was no problem, I'm Quinn by the way. Quinn Fabray."

I held out my hand for her to shake, and when she took it felt like the world had finally righted itself. Her small, delicate hands fit perfectly with my own, and I swear I could feel electricity like the people do in all of those cheesy romance novels.

"Hello Quinn, my name is Rachel Berry. Your name is very pretty by the way."

I blushed and saw that she had blushed too. Could it be possible that she was feeling all of the things I had felt?

"I like your name too Rachel."

I realized that I had yet to release her hand. The poor girl probably thought I was a creep.

"You are the first person other than a teacher to ever talk to me at school."

But then again, maybe not.

"Well then, it's their loss, and my gain."

She blushed again. I have decided that she is even more beautiful when she blushes. How can that be possible?

"Well Quinn, I should probably get going to where I was headed before I was so rudely interrupted. Thank you for all of your help" She says with a smile and I know that I have never seen anything so perfect in all of my life.

She starts walking away from me, and I realize that I'm not ready to let her go. I know this will be our final encounter, so I want, no I need to see her just a little longer.

"Wait!" I say "Where are you going?"

She gives me a sly smile and says "Come and find out"

She turns back and continues on. I am getting ready to follow her when I am stopped by Santana.

"Don't Q, it's gonna be hard enough for you to let go already, this will just make things worse."

"I don't care" and I really, really didn't. Those precious few minutes weren't enough, I needed more.

So I went down the same path Rachel had taken a few moments ago. I heard piano music and realized she was in the auditorium. I slipped in and walked up to the stage and waited for her to end her song. When she finished I took a seat on the end of the stage.

"Nice set up you have here. That was beautiful by the way, you are very good."

She smiles when she sees that I have followed her and moves to take seat next to me.

"Why thank you Quinn. My daddies wanted me to be skilled in all things theatrical. So singing, dancing, acting, and playing are pretty much my whole life. Oh and before you ask, yes I do have two dads. They are gay."

Wow she loves to talk. Good thing I love to listen, to her anyways.

"So you can do all of that? Which one are you best at?"

She ponders this for a moment before saying "I would have to say that I am best at singing. Not that I am not great at the other things too, it's just I've been told my voice is my best quality."

"I wouldn't say best quality, best talent, perhaps. I think your best quality is your smile."

She blushes again. Adorable.

She smiles sadly at me and I know what's about to happen. My heart is already breaking.

"We can't be friends, can we Quinn?" she already knows the answer, but she wants to hear it from me. I don't want to say it, but I know that I have to.

"No"

She looks down at her hands and says "I understand"

"Rachel-"

"No, I do. I really do Quinn. You're popular and loved by everyone. I may be new here, but I could already see that. If you were to befriend me, a loser, you wouldn't be very popular anymore. I hate that it has to be this way, because frankly, you are the first person who has shown even a little interest in becoming my friend. But I understand why we can't."

I grab her hand and intertwine our fingers. It's like putting on glove.

"I'm sorry" I say "I really like you Rachel, you are the sweetest, most caring person I have ever met. Plus you make me smile. I wish things could be different."

"I do too, Quinn"

We sit quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company, knowing we won't be like this for a while if ever again.

"Do you think we will ever be able to just be us. Rachel and Quinn, Quinn and Rachel, without this stupid hierarchy keeping us apart?" I ask. I just need something to hold on to. Something to make this all easier.

She looks up at me and just stares into my eyes, like she Is placing her claim on my heart, my soul. It isn't necessary, she already had them.

"Maybe someday" she whispers.

"Someday" I repeat. It's better than never, and probably as good as I'm gonna get.

She gets up and starts to head out the door. Before she reaches it she looks over her shoulder and gives me a little wave.

"I'll be seeing you Quinn. Someday."

And then she is gone. Just as quickly as she came into my life she leaves it.

"Goodbye Rachel" I whisper. I walk out of the auditorium and slide down the wall next to the doors. I don't even realize I am crying until my tears are being swiped away by Brittany.

"I know it sucks now Q, but it will get better."

"San" Brittany says "I don't think it will."

And she's right. Because it won't get better until I can be with Rachel.

After that day, I stopped talking to Rachel. We both saw it coming, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Even worse? I started bullying her. I figured by tormenting her and calling her names I had still found a way to be close to her. I didn't think about what it was doing to her, how it was affecting her view on who I really was.

I kept it up all through middle school and even in my freshman year at WMHS.

But now, as a sophomore, I am getting impatient.

I don't want to wait for someday.