A/N: First things first, This probably won't be updated regularly as I'm Crushing on you, Rachel Berry because I'm really working on that and I may have found a way on how I want it to end.

Anyway, Second thing. I don't own Glee.

Third, I know nothing of Paps and how they operate and I rarely do research so expect some type of dramatization because honestly, who likes Paps?

And fifthly. Enjoy the chapter!

"Okay Quinn, deep breaths, you got this. You got this good"

The sound of high winds roared in Quinn's ears. Her skirt billowed in the wind and Quinn had to keep one of her hands permanently fixed on her skirt, holding it down as much as she could.

"Of all the times to wear a skirt" Quinn thought miserably.

Her other hand that held her Nikon D3100 shook until she took a deep breath and steadied herself.

"You sure you can handle this blondie!" shouted a Caucasian balding middle-aged man who was dressed in a tight blue V neck and purple khaki pants.

Quinn ignored the man who was her fellow comrade and partner. She ignored the majority of the mostly male crowd that was behind her, talking in whispers or setting up their own cameras, trapped in their own world at least until their target showed from the hotel.

Quinn didn't want this lifestyle. It was horrible and every day she wondered why she even decided to take the job, to be like the people that were around her. Those people that pried into other's business just to earn a couple dollars. But that was why she was doing it. To earn a couple dollars so that she could pay her rent, to pay her bills, put food in her belly. To enjoy her life, besides, who was she hurting?

"You're swimming with sharks in a kiddie pool, blondie!" shouted her partner again and he laughed.

Quinn ignored the man again, her eyes catching sight of the reason she was here. She put her camera to her left eye and squinted her right. She gripped her camera tightly and put her left hand under the lens, readjusting the focus. It blurred and soften until finally it cleared.

And there she was.

She was wearing a flower printed dress that was billowing in the wind. She was wearing cream coloured sandals that were open-toed, her nails recently painted a maroon colour. Her eyes were covered behind sunglasses that Quinn assumed were more expensive than her camera. Her hair was billowing in the wind almost like her dress and it looked like she was on a fashion shoot, walking with such grace and elegance.

"OI BERRY! LOOK OVER HERE!" was what broke Quinn out of her studying of the girl she was meant to be photographing. She realised that she had wasted time and that the men behind her had pounced and started taking photographs of the source of her pay check. She gritted her teeth and sighed.

"Hey Rachel, can you look over here please!" Quinn shouted at the woman, which earned Quinn a couple of laughs from the men behind her.

The woman paid no attention to Quinn's plea; instead just keeping her head bent low and making sure her glasses were firmly on.

Quinn snapped pictures of Rachel Berry carelessly, not even looking through the view finder anymore. She changed the setting on her camera from single shot to continuous. Her finger was pressed down on the shutter button, taking endless amounts of photos of Rachel walking.

"Rachel over here please!" Quinn shouted again and a chorus of laughter erupted from behind her.

"Why are you even here Quinn ? You're an idiot if you think Berry there will even acknowledge you. For all you know, she might think you're a disgusting maggot that withers in its own filth and has nothing better to do" said one of the men behind her, but Quinn ignored him.

Rachel walked past and towards the ebony stretched limo that was parked on the other side of where Quinn and the others were.

And everyone went mad. As soon as Rachel opened the passenger door and set one foot inside the limo, the people around Quinn moved like gazelles, rushing towards the limo. Quinn was pushed around and her shoulders felt like they had been punched by Mike Tyson.

Quinn cautiously walked over to the limo, keeping her distance unless it decided to pull off unexpectedly. She had learned that the hard way when one of her targets had got in their car and decided to speed off, bumping Quinn on the leg when she got too close.

Flashes were now going off, the sound of shutters ringing in Quinn's ears and the whole thing felt surreal. She held her camera up to her face and turned her own flash on. She pressed down the shutter button and let it continuously take pictures; all the while the flash went off like a steady stream of blinking headlights.

Quinn decided to give it one more shot; maybe, just maybe she'd hear her.

"Rachel, l love you!"

But Quinn watched as Rachel ducked her head in to the limo and shut the door behind her. The limousine purred in to life and Quinn's rivals backed away from the car reluctantly. The car slowly drove away, turning left after the traffic lights.

"I love you? Really Quinn? That was the best you could come up with?" said her partner sarcastically and raised his eyebrows. He preceded to chuckle and pat her on the shoulder.

"Bite me Tony"

"Touchy" said her partner Tony and he walked away towards his car.

Quinn pressed the green play button on her camera and decided to check the shots she got of Rachel. Her stomach tightened and her mouth hung open as she flicked through the pictures.

None, not a single photo looked usable. Either they were too blurry, shaky or zoomed in. There were not so bad ones where half of Rachel's body looked in focus but the rest blurred but none usable for her boss. They looked like they were taken by a crazed fan than a professional paparazzo.

Quinn cursed at herself and was about to delete the photos when she came across one that stunned her. She couldn't believe she had missed this one. It wasn't great but it was good enough for her boss, which in turn meant she got paid.

Rachel was looking at the camera, a smile on her lips, cherry red lipstick bringing out the redness of her cheeks. There was something about the smile that made it infectious, making Quinn smile stupidly at the picture. It was soft looking and Rachel seemed to actually be happy.

Quinn took the SD card out of the camera and tucked it in to her jeans jacket's pocket. She turned around and headed towards Tony's car and opened the passenger door, getting in. She looked over to see him looking through his own pictures, smiling at every shot.

"Anything good?" Quinn asked, putting her seatbelt on.

"Oh yeah" chuckled Tony with a grin. "These are perfect. I'm guessing the boss would want two hundred for these but these are just too good. I'll probably ask for three hundred maybe even five hundred"

Quinn laughed, and fixed a grin on her face. The way toby was bragging about how good his pictures were, was making Quinn question herself. She wasn't a photographer. Sure, she had a Master's degree in photography but she didn't want to use it for this. She wanted to spend time taking portraits of people, to see and meet as many people as she could and enjoy her time with them. She wanted to travel to breath-taking places like South Korea, Dubai, and London. She wanted to see different cultures and enjoy the experience and say "Yes, this is what I do and I enjoy it to pieces".

But Quinn knew that what she was thinking was just a dream, a dream she couldn't accomplish unless she had the right equipment. And for the right equipment, she needed the money. And in order to get money, she needed a job. And this was her job.

Quinn Fabray,

Employment: Paparazzo

A/N: How was that? I know it was pretty short right? Sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Review on what you liked and what you didn't like, that sort of thing. Remember that this won't really be updated as regularly as I want to so expect static chapter releases. Thanks for reading and I'll see you some time!