So this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I've had this idea for a few days, so I decided to write about it. Hope you all enjoy.

Warning: Rated T for this chapter, but M later for language and for the sexy times that I'm sure I will eventually make happen once I'm in a comfortable writing rhythm.

Disclaimer: So! all the errors are mine, but Glee certainly is not because if I did own it, you would see more Naya Rivera. :)

Rachel's POV:

Alright, this year may or may not have ended entirely differently than how I hoped it would have turned out. Actually, I'm completely embellishing there; this year turned out exactly how I didn't want it to end. I can't say that even one thing this year has happened in my favor. My fellow Glee club members are still be upset with me because last year, I may have sent one of the new transfer students (Sunshine Corazon) to a crack house, which I would by no means have done if she wasn't such an immense threat to my own vocal abilities. It's not that I wouldn't enjoy having a fellow Glee-mate match my impeccable vocal range; it's just that I felt as though it was finally my time to be the star. With all of the trials and tribulations I've had to endure throughout my highschool experience, I figured it's time someone showed the bullies at this school that no matter how badly you treat someone (generally me) that they're only making them that much of a better person. I direly want to be that person to show them, specifically my biggest bully, Santana Lopez. It would be quite the "ah-ha" moment if I do say so myself. Now, how I could possibly manage to get into a position to finally be the star this year I haven't quite discovered, but I made a promise to myself that this will be the year that it happens, and I never break my promises. After all, you only get one senior year and I want to as they say, "go out with a metaphorical bang" or well, something along those lines.

Rachel comes out of her trance of being in her own mind just in time to realize that everybody had left Glee, and she was (as usual) the last person in the room. Upset that on the last day of school, nobody had bothered to even acknowledge her presence and at the very least utter a "goodbye", she quickly packed up her sheet music and left the classroom with a sigh, gently shutting the door behind her. She couldn't say she was excited to go home. Her father's would be gone for the summer on another one of their "business trips" and she would yet again, be alone for the summer.

Pausing for a moment, the brunette cautiously eyed the Cheerios locker room hoping that nobody would be inside as she passed by. She mentally cursed that the exit closest to glee club had to be THAT close to the Cheerios locker room. The diva tried to pass by as quickly and as quietly as possible, however seconds after she passed the room, the brunette heard the distinct sound of someone crying coming from inside the locker room. Rachel was never one to ignore someone in their time of need, so she slowly peeked inside the locker room just in time to see a very distraught Santana Lopez crying whilst on her phone.

Santana was pacing back and forth along the back row of lockers against the far wall, clinching her phone in her hand, pressing it snugly against her ear.

"No, Britt! Listen to me. Ditch the mini Steven Hawking and just, come spend the summer with me. Wheels can never love you as much as I do, plus my psychic Mexican third eye can tell that he doesn't deserve you."

Rachel looked wide eyed over at the Latina, but backed up slightly, cracking the door just enough for her to hear the conversation but also so her presence wouldn't be known to the Latina. She had always known that Brittany and Santana had been close, but she just assumed it was because Brittany was well, Brittany. She was just always the easiest person to get along with. The thought of a romantic entanglement between the two cheerleader's hadn't come to mind, and she definitely had not suspected that the Latina was interested in women; although it would explain why the Latina was always so angry.

"No B, don't hang up! I don't want you to be upset with me. B, I'm s-sorr-"

The Latina paused to look at her phone then let out a growl of frustration when she realized that Brittany hung up on her. Clearly upset, she threw her phone across the room successfully hitting the door that Rachel was hiding behind.

Rachel noticed a pause in the conversation, and strained to hear more, pressing her ear closer against the slightly cracked door. What she didn't expect was the loud bang that would entail when Santana threw her phone against it.

Rachel gasped in response at the unwelcome sound. After the realization hit that the Latina could have potentially heard her, she pressed her hand to her lips, absolutely frozen in place. Before she could even turn around to leave she was face to face with a very angry Latina.

Santana stepped out of the locker room stepping forward so she's only a few inches away from the diva as she glared down at her.

"Okay, Streisand. Exactly how much of that conversation did you catch? And if you say you didn't hear anything I will personally send you back to whatever Japanese mans fantasy land that you got that outfit out of"

The brunette slightly recovered from her shock to narrow her eyes at the Latina's backhand insult.

"Santana, this outfit is hardly from, 'A Japanese mans fantasy'. It's actually a very distinctive American cultured style which I refer to as a, "Peppy schoolgirl" look. That being said, your threats are not necessary. I heard quite a bit of your conversation, but there is no need for you to worry about me telling anyone. Being that I have two gay dads, I would never publicly out someone. That is something that must be done when that particular person is comfortable enough to deal with the reality of their situation and rea-"

"Alright, Webster's!" Santana cut off the smaller girl. "As much as I don't enjoy listening to your constant rambling, how can I trust that you'll keep what you've heard to yourself?"

At that moment, an earlier thought came to the divas attention. Not that she's always thinking of just herself, she simply noticed that this could be quite the opportunity to acquire her desired high school popularity before her imminent trek to stardom and Broadway begins.

"W-well… There is one thing you could do for me which would surely guarantee that this conversation remained solely between the two of us."

She wouldn't have told the Latina's secret even if she turned down her proposal, but she figured it would put Santana's mind at ease.

Santana chuckled to herself and eyed the diva raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"As wanky as that sounds Berry, even I'm not desperate enough to brave that bat cave."

The diva scoffed and shook her head at Santana, appalled that she would even assume such a thing.

"I'll have you know that I'm not interested in women, Santana so a proposition for a sexual encounter with you would not exactly be a logical decision on my part. What I was thinking however is that, I'll guarantee that your secret will stay safe with me if you could maybe… Make me popular, somewhere along the lines of your social status to be exact.."

The brunette bluntly stated although she'd be lying if she didn't say that it was one of the most nerve wrecking situations she had ever been in.

Santana let out a guttural laugh and wearily eyed the brunette up and down.

"Berry, I don't think I can help you. It would take much more than a Sonic Screwdriver and 3 maaaagical Leprechaun wishes to make you look even halfway presentable."

"Santana! If you do not wish to help me then fine! There is no need however, to make Doctor Who references about the work it would take to change my appearance, nor is it acceptable to mention mythical creatures when referring to my attire."

Before the Latina could even respond with her question of how the hell Rachel even knew about her Doctor Who reference, the brunette turned on her heel and began one her famous Rachel Berry storm outs. She didn't get far before she felt the Latina's hand grab on to her wrist.

Rachel couldn't help or even understand the spark she felt at the sensation of the Latina's hand on her wrist, and she also couldn't say that she has ever seen the look of genuine seriousness on the Latina's face.

"Okay, I'll help you Berry, but this stays between us. Got it?"

The brunette nodded in agreement and smiled brightly at the Latina. Figuring the best way to answer would be with simplicity, she responded with two simple words.

"Got it."