Hello there!

Wow, this is so intense, its my first story ever, at least published, i hope you like and enjoy the product of my crazy mind.

Personally, this is one of my favorite movies and musicals ever! and i really really love Faberry, so i just put it together!

Comments would be really appreciated, and my apologies for advance for the mistakes. English is not my mother tongue, but i really like it and hopefully i won't doing it that bad.

so, welcome to my fantasy world. Enjoy the ride and... showtime!

Hello reader, I suppose you are here waiting to read about love, about an epic tragic love story, right?

Because…

THE GREATEST THING YOU'LL EVER LEARN, IS JUST TO LOVE AND BE LOVED IN RETURN.

Well… get comfy because this certainly is a story worthy to be tell.

And of course, It happened in the city of love…

The Moulin Rouge. A night club. A dance hall and bordello… ruled over by William Schuester. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures, where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all these… was the women I loved.

Quinn.

A courtesan, she sold her love to men or to anyone who could paid for it. They called her 'The Diamond Queen' and she was the star… of the Moulin Rouge.

I first came to Paris… one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love.

I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, William Schuester, or Quinn. The world had been swept up in bohemian revolution, and I had traveled from London to be a part of it.

On the hill near Paris was the village of Montmartre. It wasn't the 'Village of Sin' that my father had said, but the center of the bohemian world. Musicians, painters, writers… They were know as 'The children of the revolution'. Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence, I had come to write and sing about truth, beauty, freedom… and that witch I believe in above all things… Love.

My father always said to me that I had 'this ridiculous obsession with love' and don't get him wrong, he was a great father, he used to believe in love too, he was so in love with my mom, until one day she just went away, without a word, without a why, she just was gone… for good. Since that day, he didn't believe in love anymore. And I guess he was worried I could be hurt the same way someday, but I didn't care about that.

There was only one problem… I'd never been in love!

Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Trouty Mouth guy fell through my roof quickly joined by a short girl (even shorter than me) dressed as a nun.

And that's… how this story begun…

- CHAPTER 1 -

Meet The Bohemians

"How do you do? My name is Tina Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Coehn-Chang." Said a girl slamming the door open.

"What?," Rachel asked looking a bit confused.

Tina walked over to the unconscious trouty mouth guy who is hanging from the roof by his foot, which obviously got caught on a rope. "I'm terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play" talked again the girl named Tina.

"What?" Rachel asked again.

"A play, something very modern called Spectacular, Spectacular!… and its set in Switzerland" Tina explained "unfortunately this guy suffer from a sickness called Narcolepsy."

"Narcolepsy?" Rachel asked, she was still confused.

"Yes, he is perfectly fine one moment and then suddenly… unconscious the next" said Tina with a oddly laugh.

"How is he?" they heard someone asking. Rachel looked up and saw at three guys looking down at her from the room upstairs.

"Wonderful. Now that the narcoleptic trouty mouth guy is now unconscious. Therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow," said the guy from before. " By the way, I'm Artie, Artie Abrams" he said looking to Rachel.

"He's right Tina. I still have to finish the music," said the second one "Oh hi, I'm am Blaine, Blaine Anderson, and he's Kurt Hummel" he said pointing to the third guy who waved his hand at her.

Rachel smiled to them " Hello, I'm Rachel Berry, is nice to meet you all"

"Tina, we have to find someone to read the part, and where in heavens name are we going to find someone to read the part of a young, sensitive Swiss poet/goat herder?" Kurt said.

Tina looked at Rachel grinning wide "And tell us Rachel, what is your talent? Because I guess you are kind of an artist and thats why you are here right?"

"Well… I'm a writer… and singer" Rachel answered, making the three guys to grin wide too. "Why are you looking at me like that?". And before she knew it, Rachel was upstairs standing in for the unconscious trouty mouth guy.

"THE HILLS ANIMATE WITH THE EUPHONIOUS SYMPHONIES OF DESCANT-HA-HA-HA-HA" Tina was singing, or at least trying.

"Oh, stop stop! Stop that insufferable droning. It's drowning out my words." Artie said all of a sudden. "Blaine can we stick to a little decorative piano?"

Rachel stayed still, it seemed to be artistic differences over Artie's lyrics and Blaine's songs.

"I don't think a nun would say that about a hill" Kurt said to both of them

"What if she sings 'The hill are vital, intoning the descant?'" Blaine proposed

"No, no. The hills quake and shake-" Tina tried "No, no, no, no. The hills…"

"The hills are incarnate with symphony melodies!" they all looked at the trouty mouth guy as he fell unconscious again after saying that, Rachel tried to wave her arms around trying to get the attention of the others, but they all continued arguing. Being unsuccessful, she stared to sing out her idea. "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC" they all went dead quiet.

The trouty mouth guy revived and stumbled off the bed he fell on earlier. "Whoa! The hill are alive with the sound of music!… I love it!" Rachel gave a sight of relief.

"THE HILLS ARE ALIVE—" Kurt started to sing. "WHIT THE SOUND—" Tina continued. "OF MUSIC" Blaine finished. They all turned around to face Rachel who was standing on a ladder.

"It fits perfectly!" Blaine said exited.

"WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG, FOR A THOUSAND YEARS" Rachel sang again, they all gasped, she didn't knew where all this came from, she just felt inspired.

"Amazing! Artie, you two should write the show together" Tina said, but that was not what Artie wanted to heard.

"I beg your pardon? You want what?" Artie asked almost offended.

"Rachel and you writing together the show" Tina repeated.

"This is unbelievable! Artie Abrams doesn't share a show! I can't work like this, Goodbye!" he said slamming the door on his way out.

Tina turned to look at Rachel "Here's to your first job in Paris" she said taking a drink of something.

Blaine took a step toward to them, "Tina, Mr. Schue will never agree." He looked at Rachel. "No offense, but have you ever written anything like this before?" Rachel shook her head slightly "No."

The trouty mouth guy walked over to Rachel "Ahh the girl has talent!… I like her!" Being that Rachel was high up, when the trouty mouth guy reached up, he placed his hand on Rachel, which coincidentally landed on her chest. Rachel gasped and he noticed where his hand was. "Nothing funny. I just like talent."

"See Blaine, with Rachel we can write the truly bohemian revolutionary show that we've always dreamt of" Kurt said walking to the group.

"But how we convince Mr. Schue?" Blaine answered concerned.

"I have a plan… " Tina said winning the attention of everyone. "Quinn" she finished grinning.

"Quinn? … who is she?" Rachel asked. The other three turned to her. "You had never heard of her?" Blaine answered with another question. Rachel shook her head no again. "She's the star of the Moulin Rouge! If someone can convince Mr. Schue to give a chance to our play, is Quinn, but first we need you to convince her" Tina said.

"ME? Why me? Why not one of you?" Rachel asked worried, yes she knew she was good with music and words and yes maybe she felt more attracted to women that men, but what if she just rambled and didn't convince her? She couldn't carry that responsibility.

"Because she knows me and wont listen to me, this guy—" she pointed to the trouty mouth guy "could fell asleep at any moment, and these two, are so gay for each other that she would not even pay attention to them," Rachel looked at Kurt and Blaine, and yes, they looked like a really cute couple "so, you are our best chance, you are pretty, you are new, and you are talented" Tina finished her explanation, and she definitely had a point. "Just leave it in our hands, we are gonna dress you in the best suit we had and make you pass off as a famous English writer"

Rachel was thinking about the plan, once Quinn heard her modern poetry, she would be astounded and insist to Mr. Schue that she could write Spectacular, Spectacular. The only problem was that she kept hearing her father's voice in her head 'You'll end up wasting your time at the Moulin Rouge with a cancan dancer!' Rachel looked wide-eyed at Tina who grinned childishly at her, holding absinthe.

"No, I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge!" Rachel yelled and ran toward the hole in the floor, witch was where the trouty mouth guy fell earlier, and she tried to leave through it.

"Why not?" Tina followed her.

"I don't even know if I am a true bohemian revolutionary"

"What?" Blaine said surprised. "Do you believe in beauty?"

"Yes"

"Freedom?" asked the trouty mouth guy.

"Yes, of course"

"Truth?" this time Kurt asked

"Yes"

"Love?" finally Tina asked, because that was the more important thing for them.

"Love?… Love. Above all things, I believe in love. Love is like oxygen, love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!" Rachel answered from the bottom of her heart. And they all looked at her like she were a Goodness.

Tina laughed "See? You can't fool us. You are the voice of the children of the revolution!" Suddenly Rachel felt proud of herself. "We can't be fooled!" the others agreed with Tina who proposed a toast "Let's drink to the new writer of the world's first bohemian revolutionary show!"

It was the perfect plan. I was going to perform my poetry for Quinn and I was going to taste my first glass of absinthe. We celebrated for hours, we drank, we sang, we celebrated the Freedom, the Beauty, the truth, and of course we celebrated The Love.

Okay, here I have to give you one advice, Don't drink to much absinthe, less if it's your first time drinking it, or drinking at all, yeah it tasted good, it tasted like 'green' but certainly good, but it had some weirds effects on me, at least I could almost swear I saw a little Green Fairy flying around me, she even talked to me! She said her name was Sugar…

You know what? Just don't drink absinthe. Like… ever.

Trust me.

- End of Chapter 1 -