Welcome to my new story! Thanks to everyone for taking the time to read it and as I load each chapter, I would LOVE to have feedback from you guys. It helps me become a better writer and I would appreciate it. So… enjoy the story!

Also… this is going to be a G!P story, so if you don't like reading those, then please don't continue reading this story. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I wish I did because then Quinn and Rachel would have been the leading couple. But alas…

Chapter 1 – Meeting the Love of Your Life

"Rachel!"

"Puck, I love you!"

"Sam, look over here!"

"I love you, Rachel!"

"Rachel, can we get a quick interview?!"

"I love you, Jake!"

"Blaine!"

The fans and reporters were going crazy as the members of the popular rock band, New Directions, stepped out of their black limousine and strolled down the red carpet of the Grammy Awards. It was a perfect night in downtown Los Angeles, and the fans of all music genres were anxious and excited to catch a glimpse of their favorite singers and celebrities that would be attending the event.

As soon as lead singer Rachel Berry stepped out of the limo, her hearing was assaulted by the thunderous noise all around her. The energy outside the Grammy's was so intense it almost knocked her over. She gave a little laugh and smiled at the crowd as she waved enthusiastically, returning the love to their fans. She loved this crazy energy, she had always craved it ever since she was young. And to be able to perform with one of her best friends, Noah Puckerman, was her greatest dream come true. He was wicked on his guitar Also in the band was Sam Evans with his bass, Jake Puckerman, Noah's brother, on the drums, and Blaine Anderson on the piano.

At every event, each member of the band had their own personal way and approach to walking a red carpet –

Puck loved to take his time, smiling and winking at the fans, especially all the girls. He also loved to be interviewed, so he stopped and talked to most of the reporters on his way inside the particular event they were attending, always making the ladies swoon with his sexy smirk.

Jake relished the intense cheers from the fans a bit too much – security guards had to pull him back from jumping into the crowd and creating a mosh pit. Girls were all over him and several even grabbed his hands and placed them on their breasts. Yeah, Jake loved his job!

Blaine enjoyed the red carpet and all the events they went to, he always looked forward to them and dressed accordingly. Since his boyfriend, Kurt Hummel, was the band's wardrobe designer, Blaine always wore the latest fashions, and the media always latched onto him, throwing questions at him regarding who he was wearing and why he chose that particular outfit. He was always gracious and humble as he did interview after interview and waved at the fans like a true gentleman.

Sam was still shy in front of so many people. He could rock out and light up a stage with his guitar, but when he wasn't on stage, he liked to just spend time with his close friends. So red carpet events were not Sam's favorite place to be. His girlfriend, Mercedes Jones, was the band's hair and makeup artist, and she was very outgoing, so she always tries to get Sam to loosen up a bit when he's not on stage.

Rachel Berry, on the other hand, was a diva. She loved the spotlight and the attention these events gave her. The red carpet was her home and she felt perfectly at ease; and she worked it, giving the fans the love and attention they deserved and always keeping the media and interviewers happy. She was always so grateful for their fans and the love and support they had given the band since the very beginning.

One of Rachel's fetishes was wearing revealing clothing. She loved to show off her body and enjoyed the freedom it gave her. She worked out long and hard for her body, so she was damn sure she was going to let people see it; however she was classy enough to know the fine line between sexy and slutty. Yet she had to be slightly careful, because she was born with an extra appendage, as it was well-known in the music industry and with their fans. Rachel had always been proud of every part of her body, no matter what anyone ever said about it.

Kurt constantly fought the diva about her wardrobe. He tried to dress her in more stylish outfits, but she preferred wearing dark clothes and tall black boots. She let him win most of the time, except if she was in a particular mood and wanted absolute control of every decision.

Tonight Rachel was shocked at the amount of noise and people outside the Grammys; especially those who were chanting and yelling the band members' names. They had burst onto the music scene two years ago and their first hit single had hit the market a few months ago and went straight to the top. Their manager, Tina Cohen-Chang, had told them that it was one of the most popular downloads of the entire summer. So the band members were starting to get used to random people on the street recognizing them. And it was thrilling, to say the least. But it did create more work for their publicist, Holly Holiday. She was always busy denying rumors and protecting the band's reputation. The outgoing blonde was a smart ass, but she loved her job. She always said that if she hasn't made someone cry by lunch time, her day wasn't complete.

Rachel was stopped a few feet from the limo by an overly excited interviewer from a national magazine who thrust a microphone in her face.

"Rachel!" the reporter gushed liked they were long lost friends. "It's so good to see you here tonight!"

The brunette smiled at the woman. "Well, it's good to be here. It's just so… wow!"

"It's kind of intense, huh?"

"Definitely! Watching it on TV certainly doesn't do it justice."

"First of all, congratulations on your first hit single exploding onto the charts, plus getting nominated for Best Single this year. The high-energy rock sound New Directions has is incredible and I'm not surprised you have such a huge fan base."

Rachel tucked a loose strand of long dark brown hair behind her ear. "Thank you so much! Yeah, the band and I have been so excited and I must admit I was shocked when our manager told us how well the single was doing."

"Well, you should be proud! Thank you for taking the time to talk with us, Rachel, and have fun tonight!" The reporter turned away from the singer and tried to grab the attention of the next big star walking by.

Rachel continued down the red carpet, waving at the fans as she went. She glanced around, trying to locate where Noah had gone. She found him on the other side of the red carpet, talking and flirting with some female fans. Now, Rachel loved girls just as much as Puck, maybe even more, but she also had class. Red carpets full of screaming fans was not the place to pick up women.

Another eager reporter grabbed Rachel's attention after waving at her for 10 minutes. The singer made her way over to the middle aged blonde woman holding a microphone, a young cameraman standing behind her ready to film the interview.

"Rachel, you look amazing tonight!" the woman exclaimed as her gaze appraised the singer's wardrobe.

"Thank you so much."

"Who are you wearing tonight?"

Rachel smiled and motioned to different parts of her outfit. "Well, my black leather pants and this crazy looking silk tank top were both designed by a good friend of mine, who is also our wardrobe specialist, Kurt Hummel."

"He's Blaine's boyfriend, right?" she asked.

Rachel nodded. "Yes, he is."

"Well, he's definitely very talented, you look amazing!" the reporter gushed.

"Thank you. Kurt was also nice enough to pick out my earrings and necklace for tonight. I'm afraid I'm not sure who designed them, but they are gorgeous, aren't they!?"

"You are gorgeous, Rachel! In every promo I've seen of you and the band, you guys always look incredible!"

The singer grinned. "Thank you very much. We are just happy to be here. This is our first time at the Grammys and we're excited to be able celebrate this night with our fans."

"Well, thank you for stopping to talk with us, Rachel!" Immediately the over-enthusiastic interviewer tried to catch another celebrity's eye.

The singer felt like she was a doll, being passed around to all the girls in the classroom. They each loved on her briefly but then passed her right off to the next eager girl. It was very strange, but she figured that was the way it worked at all celebrity events and she better get used to it if she wanted to make it in this business.

After a few more interviews and reciting pretty much the same information over and over during each one, she finally made it to the end of the red carpet. She turned and waved at the group of screaming fans one last time before she entered the building.

'Wow! That's a definite high I could get used to!' she thought with a huge grin. She looked around the foyer for Noah or their manager and other best friend, Tina. She had lost track of them out on the carpet and hoped they and the rest of the band would join her soon.

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The moment Quinn Fabray stepped out of the white limo, she began to second guess her decision to accompany her best friend, Santana Lopez, to the award show. She loved Santana, but honestly she would rather be in her quiet home reading a book.

Santana had been given two tickets for the Grammy Awards by a music producer who was a regular at Satan's Angels, the dance/strip club the Latina owned. She had been over the moon when she received the tickets, but unfortunately her girlfriend, Brittany Pierce, was out of town, so now Quinn had to do the duty of a best friend and be the Latina's date to the award show.

But the screaming fans and blinding flashes of all the cameras were definitely not her type of scene. But thankfully, they had arrived at the same time as one of the biggest country stars, so they were able to get down the red carpet without being bothered by any of the reporters.

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After 15 minutes of mingling with other celebrities and guests, Rachel was finally found by Tina, informing her that it was time they found their seats. Rachel nodded and turned to follow Tina. Unfortunately, she hadn't been watching where she was going, because when she turned around she knocked right into another person. She heard a quick intake of breath as something fell noisily to the floor.

Rachel was completely thrown off guard by the accident and tried to quickly recover. She bent down to pick up what looked to be the lady's clutch purse. It was very stylish and a dark red. It was small but big enough to hold a few personal items, which unfortunately had spilled out onto the floor.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry!" Rachel exclaimed as she started gathering up the tube of red lipstick, some chapstick, a cell phone and a small piece of paper that was folded in half. As she stood up to return the accessory to its owner, she couldn't help but let her eyes travel up a long red satin, skin tight dress that hugged a perfect body. They roamed over a great set of breasts, up creamy pale shoulders, a luscious long neck, a strong jaw, kissable lips, long golden blonde hair, and settled on the most perfect shade of green hazel eyes the brunette had ever seen.

"Wow. Um… I'm s-sorry. It was totally my fault," Rachel stuttered as she felt her member twitch in her already too tight pants, having been surprised by the sight of the beautiful goddess. She quickly held out the blonde's clutch, her gaze never leaving the slightly amused hazel eyes. She couldn't believe that this unbelievably gorgeous, jaw-dropping goddess was standing in front of her with a small smile playing on her lips like she was teasing the singer.

The blonde slowly took her clutch from the brunette. "It's perfectly fine. This room is so crowded I'm surprised I haven't been shoved into the wall yet."

All Rachel could do was nod. She was completely speechless, and those who knew Rachel Berry would tell you that feat was impossible to do. But here she was, standing in front of the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on and was utterly dumbfounded.

"Y-yes, yes," she quickly forced herself to snap out of her shocked, and certainly embarrassing, state. "Too crowded. Lots of people." 'What the hell is wrong with me?!' she screamed at herself. 'Why am I getting so flustered? Stop it! Remember you're a badass! Act like it!'

The blonde seemed amused by the brunette and her disjointed sentences. She was startled when a Latina walked up to them and took hold of the blonde's arm, starting to pull her away. "Well, thank you for gathering my things. I appreciate it," she called over her shoulder as she let the other woman yank on her arm.

"You're welcome." As the blonde began to walk away, Rachel realized she still had the woman's folded piece of paper that had fallen out of her clutch in her hand. "Hey wait! You forgot this!"

The blonde stopped to see what the brunette was holding in her hand and laughed.

Rachel looked down and realized it was a crossword puzzle. She looked at the blonde with questioning eyes.

The blonde leaned in very close to the singer and whispered in her ear, "You never know. This event might turn out to be boring, I needed to bring a little entertainment." She pulled back and winked as she walked away.

Rachel smiled at the blonde's wit. Wit was sexy.

She was standing there with a dopey grin plastered on her face when Tina snapped her fingers in front of the singer's face.

"Rachel?" she said impatiently. "We need to find our seats. It's going to start soon."

Rachel snapped out of her lust-induced daze. "Yes. Yes. You're right. Let's go."

Partway through the ceremony, the award for Best Single of the Year was announced and Rachel, Sam, Blaine, Jake and Puck jumped to their feet when New Directions' name was called. This was their first ever Grammy nomination and their first win so the band was ecstatic as they trotted up onto the stage.

Puck took the trophy and held it high up in the air in triumph. The room was roaring and fans were yelling how much they loved the band. Sam and Jake cheered, waving at all the fans.

Rachel laughed as she held tightly to the microphone stand. "Thank you! Thank you all. We just want to say a huge thank you to our wonderful fans." Another round of thundering yells from said fans. "Also to our manager, Tina Cohen-Chang, and our recording company who have brought us so far the last few years. Also a special thank you goes out to our publicist, Holly Holiday, and our wardrobe wizard Kurt Hummel. Without all of them and without our fans, we are nothing. So from the band and I to all of you, thank you from the bottom of our hearts."

Puck, Jake, Blaine and Sam all pumped their fists in the air as they walked off stage. The energy was electric and intense as they celebrated backstage. They couldn't believe it! They just won their first Grammy Award!

An hour later, they were back in their seats in the audience watching more awards being presented. Rachel tried to nonchalantly glance around her, looking for the gorgeous blonde she had, literally, bumped into in the foyer. She saw celebrities of movies and television and of course tons of musicians, but she didn't see the goddess anywhere. Rachel hadn't recognize her from any movie or TV show she had seen before, maybe she was a member of a band's styling team, or even the date of a celebrity. The blonde was so beautiful any fool would be lucky to have her as their date.

Rachel was pulled away from her search when she felt an elbow nudging her in the side. She turned and saw Puck looking at her. "What?" she asked, a little impatiently.

"Are you ready to hit the after-party? It's going to be awesome!"

She smiled at him, honestly feeling just as excited. "Definitely! It's going to be amazing!"

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Santana owed her big time. Not only did Quinn accompany her best friend to the award show, now she was standing in a hotel ballroom, drinking champagne and watching Santana smooze with producers and directors in the music industry, some of them regular customers at Satan's Angels.

When the two women arrived at the after-party, Quinn told her best friend that she was only going to stay for one hour. And as soon as that hour was up, she was leaving no matter if Santana was ready to go or not.

So now here Quinn was, standing by a large white pillar, drinking from a champagne glass and watching all the arrogant people kiss each other's ass.

Just as she finished draining her, probably fifth glass of champagne, she felt arms encircle her waist from behind. Then a woman whispered against her ear in the most erotic voice she had ever heard, "What's a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?"

Quinn couldn't hold back her surprise laughter as she turned around to see the brunette woman who had knocked her clutch out of her hand earlier before the awards ceremony. "That was the cheesiest line in the entire world. Why would you even try it?"

The brunette pouted playfully. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad, was it?" she asked in her normal voice.

Still laughing, the blonde nodded. "Yeah, it was pretty bad. But I will give you an eight for the seductive voice. I might have even felt shivers run down my spine."

Rachel smirked. "Well I guess I did my job right then. I wanted to see you smile and, voila… success." She watched as a light pink dusted the pale skin of the blonde's face. "I'm Rachel, by the way," she said, holding out her hand.

"Quinn." The blonde accepted the outreached hand. She marveled at how soft Rachel's hand was, the brunette must use lotion several times a day.

The two women stared at each other. Rachel couldn't believe how beautiful Quinn was. The natural beauty of the woman had taken her breath away the first moment she had seen her earlier that evening. She fell into those captivating hazel eyes, feeling a pull and a strong desire to get to know her better.

Rachel wasn't alone, Quinn was feeling the same unexplainable feelings. She was drawn to the brunette and she had no idea why.

Rachel took Quinn's empty glass and placed it on a table near them. She leaned in closer, almost brushing her ear and asked, "You want to get out of here?"

Rachel smirked when Quinn agreed. So she wasted no time getting them out of there.

Quinn on the other hand had agreed without much thought. What was she doing?! She didn't do one night stands. Quinn liked to get to know someone and know that she could trust them before she got physically involved with them. But there was something about the brunette that made her trust her and so she entwined her fingers with the singer's and followed her out of the party and into the hotel lobby.

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A/N – The whole time I was writing this story, I always pictured Rachel in her black leather outfit from season 2 Mash-Up episode. She was so hot! I would love to hear what everyone thought so far! :)