Chapter One: The Yellow Dressed Girl

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of these characters they all belong to Fox and the very lucky Ryan Murphy.

Author's Note: Hey guys! I would like to thank you all for your support with my last story; I've been away and have since begun another story. I would love you forever if you could continue your kindness and review as much as possible. Much Love!

There were several things Rachel Berry knew for certain. Number was that she had one of the strongest voices of her generation; her pitch and vocal range were amazing and her control was immaculate. Number two was that Funny Girl was undoubtedly the best movie of all time and not just in the Musical sector. Of all time, ever and whoever said otherwise was wrong. The final thing that Rachel Berry knew for certain was that love, it wasn't real. The idea of finding one person who was your soul mate out of the seven billion people who lived on the planet, let alone the twenty million that lived in New York City, it was all so unrealistic and Rachel didn't have the time or the energy to bother with it. Love; it was a fantasy and that was just fine.

Rachel was woken up by the sound of a very large lorry pulling up outside her apartment and then the sound of loud male voices shouting to one another. She turned over in her bed and looked at the clock, seven AM. What the hell were they doing at seven AM? She didn't have to be up for another three hours but now the sunlight was pouring in through her cream curtains and the voices were becoming closer and all she could think was why did she get see though curtains and thin walls? She closed her eyes again and willed her body to go back to sleep. Trying to convince herself that just because it is light outside doesn't mean she needs to get up at this ungodly hour. Instead her mind drifted to the conversation that was happening very loudly and very underneath her.

"No fucking way! What did she say?" A male voice shouted from across the street.

"I told her that even she begged and gave me the best sex ever I wouldn't forgive her because she cheated like a fucking skank." Came a much softer reply that sounded angry and hurt.

"Did she offer you sex?" Asked the other man, Rachel rolled her eyes but continued listening finding this conversation all too interesting to leave bed just yet.

"No, she just left crying. How the fuck did she get to act like the victim?"

"Women, fucking mental the lot of them!" Shouted the man with the gruff voice.

Rachel turned over to block out the sexist and very offensive conversation. She glared at the clock wishing for it to change to a later time so it made sense for her to get up. Instead she grabbed her ipod off the side, threw on an old jumper and her yoga pants and started up on her treadmill. It was hard trying to keep her body in the condition she had it but rehearsals had started last week and already dance routines were more advanced and strenuous. A few days ago she had struggled to get out of bed due to her pulling a muscle during a lift for their main number.

She smiled to herself; she'd done it she had won the title role in Mary Poppins and the best part was that she'd done it all by herself. Her Dad's hadn't gotten her the role, she didn't have a man supporting her, she didn't have to sleep with anyone for it like a certain someone had to and had very little help and support from her roommate. Rachel Berry was going to be star and it was about time.

After her morning workout, shower and a bowl of strawberries Rachel received a call. Rehearsals were cancelled for today their choreographer had gotten engaged and the night before and had jetted off to Paris to celebrate. Typical, Rachel thought, there she was ready to go and her whole day has just been cancelled, all for a stupid engagement that would probably be called off anyway. At that moment her roommate entered from the other side of the room, looking tried and dressed in a pink silk robe.

Quinn Fabray was a blonde lady of medium height; she had ice blue eyes that Rachel feared would cut right through her at times. She worked hard for a magazine called "Prudence"; it was aimed at keeping young girls celibate until marriage. When Quinn had first told Rachel that she had laughed and received a very stern glare that soon silenced her. Quinn herself was on the hunt for a husband and seemed to have a list they must abide by to qualify before even seeing the inside of their apartment. Rachel imagined that dating Quinn must be like a series of very stressful job interviews where at the end you probably weren't going to get the job.

"Morning." Quinn said coolly, pouring black coffee into a pristine white mug.

"Hey." Rachel replied, finishing her green tea and taking it to the sink to wash up.

"I have a meeting this afternoon with my editor." Quinn murmured and Rachel was unsure if the comment was aimed at her.

"Oh right, well my rehearsal was cancelled so I'm going out." Rachel said returning to her room in haste to get away from Quinn and her intense ways.

She soon had to enter back into the main part of their apartment however; having made lunch and shopping plans with Santana. Her dark hair hung in loose curls and she had a yellow buttoned up sundress that she knew would fly up the moment she stepped out into the street. Quinn had the front door open and was chatting flirtatiously to an unknown man.

Grabbing her purse off the counter Rachel tried desperately to think of a way to sneak out and not interrupt Quinn's obvious quest for a potential husband. She would have to walk through the conversation and risk getting ice blue eyes shot her way by Quinn.

"I'm sorry." She murmured, trying to slip past her roommate.

"Rachel! This is our new neighbour Finn, him and his friend Noah have moved in opposite us." Quinn said this very brightly and grinned broadly at Finn the whole time.

Rachel looked up to see a very tall, very handsome man smiling kindly down at her. He was over a foot taller than her and had dark brown eyes filled with warmth and promise and a twinkle of mischief. He was wearing dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a denim shirt. His smile was slow and boy-ish and full of charm that Rachel was pretty sure had lured many girls back to his apartment. His handed extended to meet hers.

"Finn Hudson." He grinned at her.

"Rachel Berry. Pleased to meet you" She replied, she recognised his voice, soft and hurt – she had been woken up by that voice shouting loudly, far too early and with no respect for any of their new neighbours. She took her hand away from his quickly and frowned at him. "Actually no I'm not! You woke me up!" She pointed at him accusingly and he frowned slightly confused not seeing how that was his fault.

"What?" He asked.

"You woke me up!" The tiny dark haired repeated. "Yes, moving in this morning, being all loud and rude about women!" She remembered and was even more annoyed when he simply smiled at her again and tried to laugh it off. Quinn cleared her throat and threw Rachel a strained smile to get her to stop talking, which was fine. She didn't want to talk to Finn, any more than she wanted to be a third wheel to him and Quinn.

"Aren't you off out Rachel?" She asked her voice straining to not snap at the brunette.

"Yeah I am. Thanks for waking me up Finn Hudson." She flashed Finn a fake smile as he chuckled which seemed to fuel her annoyance even more.

"Nice to meet you Rachel Berry." He replied with a smirk of his boy-ish grin and a hand held up in a wave as Rachel turned round the corner in a huff and an angry mutter and was gone.