A/N: Fafaberry? Oh my. I love this twin thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. At all.
Rachel stepped through the halls of McKinley High School, like any other day. Students paid her no heed, bumping against her and shoving her aside. She grimaced as she fought to get to her locker. Carefully laying her books down into her locker, she fumbled through her backpack to find her lip gloss. Underneath a crumpled math test (that she completely failed at), she grasped it and delicately put it on while checking her makeup in the mirror.
"Day three, and no slushees. Let's see how long this goes on for," she mumbled to herself. Closing her locker, she turned and leaned back, taking in the sights.
People gossiping, and sharing notes before they got to class. Cheerios pointing at her and probably discussing the dismerits of Rachel's dress. They'd never understand, Rachel thought with a frown. Jocks throwing a football down the hallway, roughhousing each other. Thankfully, not a slushee in sight. Just another day she thought, just another day.
Then heads turned down the hall way, and Rachel couldn't help but look. Her eyes found the source of interest, McKinley's Unholy Trinity, Santana, Brittney, and Quinn. Their Cheerio uniforms swayed back and forth as the seas of students parted for their way. Rachel swallowed, as they passed by her locker, and couldn't help but just stare. Quinn's eyes passed over Rachel dismissively, and the trio continued on their way without a word.
Senior year, and nothing has changed at all. Even though the pregnancy, Glee and everything Quinn still was cold to her. It might have been her relationship with Finn before, but Quinn really had no excuse to make Rachel feel like this still. No reason at all…
Rachel then gasped as she felt slender arms wrap around her waist, and she caught a faint smell of flowers behind her. The intruder laid their head on Rachel's shoulders, and brought Rachel closer to their body.
"Hey babe, is my sister causing you trouble again?"
Rachel's face softened, and broke out into a small smile. "No Charlie, your twin sister is not making any attempt of harassment. If she did, you know-" Charlotte "Charlie" Fabray pressed her finger to her lips as she smiled softly down at the brunette.
Pulling her in closer she chuckled, "Good, because I love you and I won't let my mean big sister get in the way of us."
Yep, another day at William McKinley High School. Hello, day three of senior year.