Hey guys! I had some ideas for a future fic, but I decided I will use those to write some mini stories for my supposed to be one-shot EQUALS IN LOVE haha. So I had this other idea and decided to write for you guys. Hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and I really really love when you guys tell me what are you thinking and if I have to change something. So, review it, please! You will make a girl really happy here, haha. So, that's it. I already apologize for any grammar or spell mistakes, but even my Portuguese isn't the best, so… hope you understand. Have fun!

YOU & ME… AND DADS!

Rachel and Quinn were best friends since the young age of 5 years old. They shared every little thing with each other, even their dads! Follow the two girls in their lives and watch as they learn how to love, how to lost and how to be strong. A little Faberry's journey that I would like to share with you.

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PROLOGUE

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When she was younger, she always dreamed with the day she could actually meet her mother. She knows now it was impossible, because her mom was dead, but when she was younger she thought everything was possible. So every birthday her wish was to her mom to be back, because she wanted her to read her bedtime's stories and to kiss her hurt away. Every time her young self talked about it to Rachel, the little brunet would say that Quinn didn't need a mother. The petit diva would say that she too had no mother and didn't need one, so Quinn didn't need one either and Quinn would say that it wasn't fair, because Rachel had two dads and she only had one. And the brunet would smile her almost toothless smile and say that Quinn could share her dads so both of them would have three, how awesome? And the blonde would smile and agree, because well, who could top that?

Rachel and Quinn had born in the same town and in the same neighborhood. The blond was only 3 months older than the brunet. Their fathers wasn't exactly best friends back then, but when the two girls started playing together and became almost inseparable, the three men didn't see a way to avoid the friendship.

Russel was a really nice guy. For most people he was a lonely and cranky lawyer after the death of her dear wife Judy, but the truth was that even if he was indeed a lonely and cranky lawyer, he was also a lovely father and a really good friend.

The Berry's men, Leroy and Hiram, in the other way were known for their cheerful personality. Leroy was a tall black man that always had a bright smile on his face and was always singing while watering the flowers in the yard. And Hiram was a little skinny guy that really loved to talk and tell jokes to everyone. Their daughter's Rachel was known for her big personality and dreams. The little girl was always so passionate about everything, it was quiet amusing.

Quinn in the other hand was a shy child. The girl was always hiding away in one of her books or her long blonde hair. The only time the girl seemed to come out of her shell was when Rachel was around her. The personalities of the two friends were total opposite, but it didn't stop them to be almost glued to the bones. And because of it, the two families were really close, almost like a disjointed family. Rachel, Quinn and their three dads.

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CHAPTER ONE – THE DAY WE MET.

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Lima, Ohio. 1999.

Quinn was five when her love for books started. She had a nanny who really loved to read. When the 15 years old girl started to babysit Quinn because her Nana couldn't anymore, the blond wondered why the girl, Lily was her name, always had a book in her face when the two of them should be playing like her Nana used to do with her. In the beginning Quinn was annoyed with her, play by herself was boring. But one day Lily seemed to get that Quinn really didn't like her very much and decided to read for the girl. Quinn loved it.

Harry Potter was the first book about a different world that Quinn knew about (her Nana really didn't like fantasy, not even Disney's princesses, so she only read animals boring books to Quinn). And the pretty hazel eyes of the girl shined as she listened to the story Lily read to her. Of course in that young age she didn't understand much, but magic was such a great thing. Quinn would ask a lot of questions, which Lily would happily answer and that was the way Lily became the blonde's favorite nanny. And even more in the other day when the teenager brought with her small books about fairytales with beautiful and big images. Quinn would drown herself in the pictures and imagine herself like a princess in her castle, just like Lily said happened in the books, because fantasy was such a great thing.

Quinn was one of the first to start reading in her class, because at some point only the figures weren't enough and wait for Lily to come was so much wasted time. Then Quinn started to read for herself when she was six years old¹ and just like that, it was like conquering a new world alone. The feeling was great.

She met Rachel about the same time the love for books started. The girl who baby sited the brunet was friends with Lily, so when the teenager brought Quinn to the park around the block, Rachel was always there either. And the two nannies would sit in the same bench while the girls would play in the playground.

"Hi, my name is Rachel, what's yours?"

Quinn remembered that she looked at Rachel for a little time not really sure how to respond, not because the question was too much, just because the brunet was just so energetic even with such simple presentations. Of course in that time, the only thing the blonde thought was how strange the other girl was. But she linked her hand with the brunet anyway.

"I'm Quinn, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Quinn. Would you like to play with me?"

The girl had such a big smile in her face that Quinn couldn't say no. So the blonde smiled back and shook her head yes.

"Of course. What about we make some sand castles?"

"That would be nice."

And that was how the friendship begun. With some failed attempts of sand castles and a lot of dirty in their dresses.

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Lima, Ohio. 2010.

"Hey, Rach. Do you remember the day we met?"

"Sure, Quinn. We were in the park and you were wearing such a nice dress. Do you remember? There were some pink flowers in it."

Quinn laughed. Of course Rachel would remember even the dress she were wearing, the girl had such a nice memory. Quinn in the other way was terrible with details; she usually just remembered the principal things.

"What brought that up?" Rachel asked as she rolled in her desk chair to look at the blonde who was occupying her bed.

"Nothing, I was just remembering that day."

"Oh, okay."

Rachel stood up from her chair and walked across the room to her closet.

"What do you think I should wear for my date with Finn?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. Finn, Quinn hated the guy.

"I won't help you with that."

"Quinn!" The brunet whined, reappearing from the closet to make a face at the blonde in her bed.

"What Rachel? You know I don't like him. Why would I help you going in a date with him?"

The blonde ignored Rachel puppy face and looked at the neon stars that were glued to the brunet ceiling.

"Quinn, you know my sense of fashion is not that great. Come on, please, I need your help!"

Quinn knew the brunet wouldn't leave it alone, but the blonde really didn't want to help her friend dress up for a date with the big goof boy. And no, it wasn't just because she had some big twisted feelings for the brunet since they were both thirteen. It was because the idiot tried to kiss her only last week and when she just pushed him and his big paws and disgusting mouth off of her, he waited four days and asked her best friend out. What was she supposed to think of him? She really didn't want Rachel to get hurt.

"Are you jealous, Quinn?"

The question made the blonde tense and finally looks at the brunet, who was now looking straight at her.

"Wha-wha… What?"

"You know, Finn tried to kiss you last week and now I'm seeing him. Are you jealous of him?" Rachel talked to her in that tone of voice that Quinn knew very well. The tone which said that the brunet wouldn't ever do anything that could possible hurt Quinn. And if that whole thing really upset the blonde, she would just call and cancel. Yeah, Quinn could tell that just for the brunet's tone of voice. They knew each other for ten years, so it was only natural.

Quinn smiled sadly, because even though she knew Rachel cared really deeply for her, the brunet didn't care for her in the same way that Quinn did.

"No, Rach, I'm not jealous of him."

The brunet walked and took a sit right beside Quinn in her bed.

"Then don't worry, I can take care of myself." Rachel smiled and took Quinn in a hug.

"You know I'll always worry."

Rachel laughed and squeezed Quinn in her arms.

"Yes, Quinnie, because you're a worrier."

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"Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you would spend the night with Rae."

Quinn sat in the sofa with a thud and shrugged to Puck that probably missed it, because he had his eyes glued on the tv, where he was killing some zombies.

"Yeah, me too. But she has a date with your guy Finn."

"Really?! I thought he was into you." Puck said pausing the game and turning to his side to look at the blonde.

"Well, he asked her out, she agreed and here I am." She shrugged again, reaching for the other joystick², so she could join him in the game.

"And are you upset with it?" He said, restarting the game now for two players.

"Nope."

"Well, you sure seem like it. I thought you didn't like him."

"I don't." She made a disgusting face, because well, ew.

"So what's the matter?"

"I don't like him." She said matter effectually.

"Why? He's a good guy."

"I don't know. Rachel always had a crush on him and he always had one on me and now that I rejected him, he goes running to her? She doesn't deserve to be a rebound." She said angrily. She had her motives; she didn't need to explain it.

"Alright, alright. Don't get mad, you're a little scary when you're mad. And you know, maybe now that you rejected him and he knows that his crush on you won't go anywhere, he is just trying to move on with someone who likes him."

It actually made sense, but Quinn was being irrational and for her, she had the right to be. Because she liked Rachel, really really liked her, so she could feel jealous, right?

"Yeah, okay. But I'll kick him in the balls if he hurt her." Puck laughed, because he knew that she meant it. The girl was always a lot protective of the little brunet and if he could say, he was a little afraid for Finn.

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Six years old¹ - I don't really know the school system in USA, but here it's when the average people start reading nowadays, so I hope that's alright.

Joystick ²- I don't know if that's how they call it usually in USA. Is it? I didn't know so I settled for it, if not, I would be glad if someone told me how they call. Thanks!


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So, what do you guys think?

I know that probably already have some fics with this kind of story in here, but I would really like the opportunity to make it my own. So I expect some opinions!

I hope you enjoyed it and wait for the next chapter! Night, night! (;