Author's Note: So I'm finally writing another story, and I pray that this one is much better. I hope that this one shows a little more improved skills from a couple years ago. I really hope you enjoy this.

Note that I really don't like Finn. At all. So in this very AU story, Finn and Rachel never dated and never will date. This is purely Brochel (Brody and Rachel)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. All characters and locations are merely borrowed for a fictional use. I do own this plotline though because it came to me in a dream.

"Welcome to paradise New Directions!"

Summer vacation before my senior year just started. Mr. Schuester thought it would be a good idea for the whole glee club to spend a month of our summer vacation together. He thinks that it will "unite us and bring us closer together." In my opinion, I think he's trying to sabotage my chances at stardom. I mean come on! My summer plans included voice lessons until I'm just as good, if not absolutely better, as Idina Menzel. Auditioning for community and local theatre so colleges can see how well rounded I am I'm missing all the prime auditions right now!

But no. I'm stuck with New Directions for another month.

I guess it's not all bad. I mean I have Kurt, Mercedes, and Quinn, my very best friends. They've made it their mission this trip to make sure I actually enjoy vacation, and not just practice, rehearse, and sleep.

So here we are on the island of Bora Bora. Currently we are staying at Bora Bora Pearl Beach Resort. (How Mr. Schuester got the money for it, we'll have no idea. Kurt and I have a sneaky suspicion that blackmail was involved, but we can't prove anything yet.)

"Okay, so we have 7 bungalows in all. You are all allowed to pick your roommates, and when you do, come see me for your room keys. Remember, all of the rooms are on the first piers closest to the resort. So you all have your privacy as much as you are close together." Mr. Schue explains. "Ms. Pillsbury and I will be at the first bungalow closest to the center on the left pier, so if you need us, you know where to find us. All of yours are on the right pier opposite us. Alright, pick your roommates."

"Rachel, you are the luckiest person in the world because you get to room with me," my fashion obsessed, diva best friend Kurt said, locking arm and arm with me. "And I am SO going to fix your wardrobe this summer. I mean I know that I packed all your bags, which by the way, you needed my help; I'm making sure you look FABULOUS. Thank God we went shopping beforehand with Cedes and Q. You would've been stuck with animal sweaters, baseball dresses, and unappealing one-piece swimsuits." Did I forget to mention he's gay? Yes, absolutely and positively. His slender, somewhat girlish figure, and copious amount of clothing to the point where he never wears the same outfit twice just scream his orientation. I do hope he enjoys this vacation too, to any gay guy, he's perfect; his perfect wavy brown hair, blue hazel eyes, and pale skin are like pheromones to gay males.

"Thank you Kurt. What would I do without you?" I say with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Honesty Princess, I will never know." His smirk only explains his sincerity and friendship we have.

The rest of the glee club pair up, most of them very predictable.

Kurt and I in room 301

Quinn and Mercedes in room 302

Tina and Mike in room 303

Santana and Brittany in room 304

Finn and Puck in room 305

Sam and Artie in room 306

"Alright everyone! I want you to unpack and relax! And by the end of the month, I want to see how much closer you all are as a team. Really connect with each other and learn all of your differences and make them something beautiful." And with that, Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury left.

"Hey Divas! Get yo asses up over here! It's time to plan the best vacation ever! Let's unpack and go scope some eye-candy that can deal with all of this" Cuing Mercedes to gesture herself and all of us. Seriously, who ever can handle any of us will be amazing.

With our entire luggage, which combined are about 10, (Kurt said that both of us needed 3 each), it takes a while to bring it all. Thank goodness for our training regimens to get our performing bodies in shape.

Finally getting to our bungalow, I almost fainted. It was beautiful. The outside just looked so quaint and peaceful, and the fact it was over the water was breathtaking. Though Kurt was a little on edge about it.

"What is this? This barely looks sturdy or even livable. I'm going to complain!"

"Kurt, calm down. All over the water bungalows look like this. Can't you see the beauty? The simplicity and pandanus leaves on the top look like they belong here. C'mon Kurt, I'm pretty sure the interior is going to be even better!" I inserted the key into the lock and lo and behold, it was just amazing.

The interior was much more breathtaking that the outside. The brown shades of the walls, tables, and the wooden floors, accented with the white sheet beds, couches, and drapery, it felt so homey. Everything just looked so perfect and exactly like paradise.

"Now this is much more pleasing. Ooh! There are two closets! Rach, give me your luggage right now! I'm going to arrange our closets right now in order of what's fabulous and what you managed to sneak on this trip. " I blushed a shade a red. How did that boy know? I just couldn't part with my black and white polka dot sundress. It wasn't horrendous, and I thought I could manage it.

"Alright Kurt, but I get the bed closes to the bathroom. You know of my routines." It's true they take forever. I have to moisturize, clean my face, use about 20 different products on my body and face alone to make myself look perfect.

"Ugh, fine Dollface. But on one condition. I get to dress you everyday this trip!" He smirks.

". . . . Fine." Kurt starts his little happy dance that involves shimmying his shoulders back and fourth.

After I unpack all of my stuff, which took a really long time setting up my personal products and trivial items to get me through the day, I tell Kurt that I'll be at the beach and might go for a swim. Kurt was still organizing our closets to coordinate for each passing day, but was still paying enough attention to thrust a black tankini top with hibiscus floral designs and a black bikini bottom. Not something I would usually wear, but I'm pretty sure that the swimsuit I did pack is floating away slowly because Kurt threw it in the sea.

I go to the bathroom and go change into the swimsuit, and oddly enough, I actually feel pretty. The swimsuit shows off curves I never knew I had. It even gives some support to make it look like I have breasts. I put on my pre-swim and sun lotions to protect my skin from any damage, but also enhance my skin tone as well. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and walk out of the bathroom, only to find a very smug Kurt.

"I am a genius. GE-NI-US! I knew that suit would look positively amazing on you and your semi-nonexistent feminine body. No offense Berry, but even you know you still are a late bloomer. " I blush and glare in his direction because although he is very true, it's still pretty offensive. But he wouldn't be Kurt if not blunt. "Cedes, Q, and I will meet you at the beach alright? Cedes and Q want to rest a bit because the plane ride was so uncomfortable. I'm still organizing our closets, and seriously Rachel Berry, you brought an animal sweater? I should find a way to tamper with your voice. By the way, wear this over that swimsuit." He hands me a black sarong with blue floral designs. I wrap the sarong around my waist, grab my bag with a towel, goggles, and extra sunblock, put my sunglasses on, and I'm on my way.

The beach was beautiful! White sand, palm trees, and padded lounge chairs under umbrellas. Mr. Schue was right, this was paradise. I snag a lounge chair near the edge of the water and start to relax. I put on some more sunblock for my skin to look amazing. While I lotion, there seemed to be a lot of murmurs, sighs, whispers, and some occasional squealing from many of the other teenage girls.

"OMG did you hear?"

"He's here! He's actually here!"

"What I would give to see that smile."

"That is some piece of ass."

"I could bake cookies on those abs"

"I wonder if I drowned, if he would come to my rescue"

"Have you seen him yet? If his body looks amazing onscreen, image what he looks like up close!"

I'm somewhat curious as to whom this mystery guy that has everyone so wound up about. He's probably famous, but not famous enough for me to know about him. He's probably some wannabe newbie actor who's using his body to get acting parts. I bet he doesn't know how difficult it is to be talented.

Feeling covered in head to toe with sunblock, I remove my sunglasses and sarong, put on my goggles around my neck and walk into the water. The ocean feels so cool and relaxing, I can't help but to run further into the water. To the point where the water reaches right above my breast, I lay on my back and start floating.

The cloudless sky and warm rays of sun in addition to the refreshing waves of the water allow myself to truly feel relaxed for once. I don't feel the harsh reality of being a star and over-stressing myself to be the best. I just feel like me. Lazily floating along, I heard my name being called from the beach. As I'm about to go into a vertical position, my head comes in contact with another body. A very male and muscular body. I lose my balance for a little and he grabs a hold of my arms. He must be really strong to be able to tread water with his legs to keep him and me upright.

"Hey are you okay?" I look up into his deep blue eyes, and I can feel myself smiling. I see the sky in his eyes. I see the bluest of oceans, so clean and clear. I could swim in those eyes and actually see myself, my true self in his eyes. "Umm miss? Are you okay?"

I guess I must have been a little quiet for too long. "Yeah I'm fine, I'm usually a pretty strong swimmer, but I guess I was just a little distracted. Anyways thank you for saving me, I think? Or at least, thank you for keeping me upright. I really appreciate it."

"Hey no problem. I'd never let a pretty lady like you drown. All the men in the world would cry if someone like you didn't exist." He smiles while I blush. "You're really pretty. Hope I see you around later." And with that he lets go of me and dives under the water going who knows where.

I tread the water a little longer trying to process everything that just happened. Who was that guy? He was absolutely handsome and dare I say . . . flirty? I don't think I've ever met a guy who's flirted with me. He was just so charming. He looked so attractive; tan skin, well-built athletic body that requires either a personal trainer or hours at the gym. I just hope to see him again.

Finally collecting my thoughts, I swim back to shore where I find Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn waiting. Quinn is tanning right next to my lounge chair on her own chair, and Mercedes and Kurt are playing in the shallow end of the water. I grab my towel and start drying off.

"Geez Rachel, I know you love the water so much, but seriously, you look like a prune." Mercedes, my well respected blunt friend. She's African American, and big and beautiful. She told me once that although the song "Big, Blonde, and Beautiful" was amazing, she would never dye her beautiful black locks. She is currently styling a dark purple monokini, making her look marvelous.

"Yeah Rach, seriously, we've been waiting for you forever." Quinn remarks from her lounge chair. She's currently tanning in her pale yellow bikini suit. Once my worst enemy, now one of my closest friends. Quinn is head cheerleader for the Cheerios, so naturally she used to look down on me. She was what I dreamed to look like; feminine body, perfect skin, blonde hair, and mostly her nose wasn't so pointy. Now, I've learned to appreciate what I've got, but still, I'm a little jealous.

"I think your fan club might've kept you a little more occupied. If anything, somewhat more annoyed that usual." As per usual, there are couple guys openly gawking at her, and as we both notice them, we burst out laughing.

"Anyways Berry, cut the crap. Who was the absolutely hot piece of unfortunately straight ass you were talking to in the ocean?" Oh Kurt, how I love your bluntness and very solid gaydar. I was hoping he was straight too.

"I don't really know. I was floating in the ocean and then I bumped my head into him and he caught me. We didn't really exchange names, but he did say that he hopes to see me again."

"Aw Rachel, you're no fun. We need some dirty details!" laughed Kurt. After a second, we all started laughing.

"Don't worry guys, where there are dirty details to tell, you will all be the first to know." I wink back to them.

Kurt and Mercedes continue splashing each other in the shallow water while Quinn and I tan our backs. From all the fun in the sun, and all the relaxing we are getting within the first day, all I can remember are those striking blue eyes.

Who are you mystery man? And when can I see you again?

Again, I hope you enjoyed this. Please review or PM me if you think I should continue this or just leave it as is. =) Love You all!