AN/ So, this is my first fanfiction, and I'm super nervous for various reasons. First of all, It's super choppy. Not to mention I am totally not a good writer, and I don't have the best creativity. I am not an expert on the Titanic, (Other than the movie) or the 1900's... so... Also it's going to be based off like really close to the Titanic movie. I will get around to twiating the plot around so the story and movie are different, but that will be later on. I'm still not super confident about this story, for those^ various reasons, and I might feel discuraged or slightly embarrassed and take it down, but until then, enjoy. xoxo-

Paris, France 1912

October 30, 1910 was the exact date Quinn Fabray watched Russell Fabray, run out on her and her mother, Judy Fabray, for some blonde tramp half his age. She'd remember crying her eyes out, and looking out in her victorian mansion, hoping one day he would return. Sure, she was only 16 then, but, the heartbreak still hurt. Every young girl is supposed to depend on their daddy. The rules in her church even said this was a sin, and all men should be punished for it. All she and her mother were left with was a little amount of money, and a temporary excuse of their last name to be considered one of the finer people.

Lucy Quinn Fabray was born into a very powerful, rich, and christian family. All she's ever learned to do was snap her fingers, and she'd get exactly what she wanted. The name Fabray was enough to send chills down any mans spine. She got to live out every luxury the world had to offer her. Wearing only the finest dresses, and jewlery. Dine with the finest people, get any toy or knicknack she wanted. Everything was in the palm of her hands. Most girls were jealous of her, heck, most girls wanted to be her. She was perfect. Absolutly flawless. Or at least that's what her parents had told her to be. To study her lessons, and put on a fake smile everyday. No one knew how stressful, and painful that really was. In all honesty, she'd trade her life, to be like someone else.

Her whole life was planned out. From the next time she had to attend one of her tea lessons, and catch the gossip with the other girls, or stand by learning her other lessons. God, Quinn felt like screaming if she'd have to go through another tea leasson. There was only so many ways tea could be sipped. She was sick of her whole life being so predictable. From talking with the same dull people, or having another draining conversation with her fiancee, James Bernard.

James Bernard, another intresting character. He was a charming man. To people who didn't know him. Quinn's mom had already sent out all 500 wedding invintations before they even got engaged. She was only marrying him because that's what was expected of her, and for her mom to get back the money so she wouldn't have to become a seamstress.

Yet, here she was, in the car with them driving to the docks to catch the ship of dreams, the Titanic. A boat known for it's strength and stability. Yet, also known for how gorgeous and amazing it truely was. Quinn couldn't help but admire the beauty of the ship as she stared from the car window.

"The wedding theme has to be blue." Judy Fabray commented to James as the car stopped.

"We're here." Quinn said in a hurry as she flung her door open, not waiting for their driver to open it for her. It was amazing how long her mom and James could go on about her wedding for hours.

They had decided to get married in America, and take the ship for a test run on how magnificent it was.

After they got on board, they set out for their rooms in the first class area, where all the finer people were going to be.

Across the other side of the boat, was Noah Puckerman. Him and his friend Finn Hudson had been travling on whatever they could across all of Europe. They weren't in the slightest bit rich, but they planned taking everything day by day. Working as somewhat musicans and playing anywehere they got the chance to, They were originally from Lima, Ohio but they set out for their dream, until realizing the world wasn't exactly cut out for either of them yet. So here he was, winning back his and Finns tocket back.

"Alright boys," Noah Puckerman paused looking at his cards in hand. "What do you got?" He asked the two older men who had grime and dirt all over them.

Puck looked over at Finn, who gave him an angry glare. "Nothing, Puck. I've got nothing."

Puck looked over to one of the older men. Nothing either, he noted as the man dropped his cards on the table.

"What about you?" Puck asked the other man who dropped his cards on the table, looking like he just won the lottery.

"Nice." Puck commented, before sighing then looking at his cards again. "Well, Finn, looks like we've got tickets to the Titanic." Puck replied with an eager frin as he layed his cards down on the table, proving he won the bet.

"What?!" The other two men shouted as they started bickering on and on about how he cheated.

"Nice knowing you fella's but, we've got a boat to catch." Puck said, scooping up the two tickets, before grabbing Finn's arm and running off towards the boat after a loud victory.

"I can't believe we're actually going to the Titanic!" Finn shouted with an all to happy grin.

"Better believe it. We're lucky bastards." Puck said. "Now hurry. We're gonna miss it." He panted as they ran up to dock, and handing their ticket to the man looked at them strange, but allowed them on with a short nod, before Puck and Finn took off running towards their 3rd class ticket rooms. As soon as they got in they could tell the ship was a the third class floor felt like first class to them.

They ran off towards the deck and began waiving goodbye to anybody they could see within eyesight. As the ship took off into the waters.

Quinn stared lazily into space as she watched a little girl play with her napkin, until her mother scolded her telling her that's not how they were to be used. Quinn had to have some pity on the poor girl. She was only what, seven years of age? Quinn sighed before looking up at her friend Rachel whom she had met up with on the boat.

"Quinn? Quinn!" Rachel panted.

"What, Rachel?"

"Were you even listening to me?" Rachel huffed not beliving that anyone could zone off on her.

"Sorry, Rach. What were you saying?" Quinn asked, still looking completly bored as she brought her tea cup to her mouth, taking a sip.

"Nevermind." Rachel said in annoyence not wanting to repeat herself for the second time only knowing her friend would completly be out of the convesation in only a matter of seconds.

The tiny brunette took the napkin off her lap and placed it on the table. "Lets go out to the deck, shall we?" She asked not even waiting for a reply before storming off first. Quinn drank the last of her tea before getting up to chase after her friend.

The sun felt great once they got out out doors. It was a warm spring afternoon, and you could hear the waters splashing the ends of the boat as it continued on. Quinn went up to the top of the deck as she rested her arms on the warm rails.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Rachel asked Quinn.

"Yeah, it is." Quinn said as she felt the warm breeze splash in her face.

There was a mellow tune playing out on the decks, as Quinn and Rachel both looked down to two strange boys who were strumming on their guitars.

"Wow, they're pretty good for some poor people." The brunette commented as she looked down at them.

"Yeah, they are." Quinn responded back keeping her eyes on the main player, before she saw him look up at her, before she turned her face away, hoping she wasn't staring.

"I... I um... need to go find James." Quinn said quickly as she walked off the deck, and down the stairwell.

Puck was strumming some random tune in his head as Finn continued to talk to him.

"Wow, look at those two up there." Finn said sounding like he was in complete awe. Puck was distracted before finally turning up to see the two woman who were listening to their music. A blonde, and a brunette. Both of them completly stunning, but Puck couldn't help but take his eyes off the blonde. He felt his mouth slitley open by just getting a glimpse of her, and feeling quite disapointed when she left.

"Oh well, I guess neither of us have a chance going with two woman like them, anyways."

"Yeah, Finn." Puck mumbled before sighing and looking back down at his guitar.

"It's getting late buddy. We better head back off to are cabins." He replied packing away his musical instrament and looking at Finn who just nod and agreeded. As they set off.