Chapter 1: Quinn 'Lucy' Fabray

'Wait a minute, Quinn is Lucy?' Rachel stands there confused, a frown on her face after their performance of Born this way. 'Maybe…' She frowned harder, 'but I have to make sure, I am sure I have photos somewhere in the house from the stuff my dad's kept from my childhood'. She felt a sudden pang in her chest. 'Lucy…'

"Rachel?" Mr. Schue stood in front of her. Rachel is brought back to reality. "Rachel, I want to lock up, you coming?" Mr. Schue asks.

Rachel nods before she heads towards the door.

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Rachel is looking around in the house, looking for that specific photo book. She suddenly recalls that she hid the book when they moved here. She didn't want to be reminded of her childhood memories. Once she found the book she opened it and looked for their class photo.

'There I was at my first ballet recital'. She turned the page. 'Where I won the debate championship, moving on'. She turned another page, almost slamming the book shut as she did.

"…Friends forever. We'll always have each other." They clinked their necklaces…

Rachel shook her head as the memory flooded into her, and then opened the album on that page again, her face growing hard as she did and took the picture out.

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She took a deep breath as she walked up to the house. 'You can do this, Rachel. You are Rachel Barbra Berry, nothing scares you.' She knocked on the door. She saw Judy Fabray, Quinn's mother, open the door.

"Hello, Ms. Fabray, is Quinn here?" Rachel said in a solid voice.

"Afternoon Rachel, yes she is." She gestured for her to come in. "I'll take you to her room."

Rachel followed Judy towards Quinn's Room and knocked on the door.

"Quinnie, someone's here to see you," she said through the door.

"Coming," Quinn walked to the door and opened it. When she saw Rachel she frowned. "R- Rachel?"

"Hi, Quinn," Rachel said softly, looking awkward.

"You can go, Mom," Quinn said politely.

"Call if you need anything," Judy said with a winning smile before walking down the hall.

"Come in Rachel." Quinn stepped out of the way, while Rachel walked into her room and looked around.

"You have a nice room, Quinn," Rachel said nervously.

"Why are you here?" Quinn asked annoyed.

"Well…" Rachel decides it's better to show her and digs in her bag for their grade school photo and hands it to her.

"Where did you get this?" Quinn asks, anger in her voice, feeling irritated and also a little sad.

"Who is in the photo, Quinn?" Rachel pushed for an answer.

"Me, in the front row," Quinn says feeling anger rise up in her. "Why are you doing this, Rachel? What's the point of showing me this?" Quinn asked, trying to keep the tears from showing.

"…Nothing will ever keep us apart…"Smiling at the flower in her hand.

Rachel is a little shocked by her reaction. "My intent is not to hurt you, Quinn. Who is sitting next to you in that photo?" Rachel asks softly.

Quinn takes a look at the photo and instantly recognizes her "Barbra, my only friend through most of grade school." Quinn keeps staring at the photo, "I wonder what happened to her, we never saw each other after high school." She tried very hard to keep the tears from coming, "I really miss her a lot, she was as true as a friend can be." Tears started to escape her eyes and she tries to wipe them away but they kept on coming. "You know, she was the only true friend I ever had." Rachel smiled a bit to herself, while Quinn continues, "Yeah, we accept each other in Glee but I can tell no one wants to be friends with me. I still have no real friends at this school. She was the only one I ever had… Rachel, why on earth did you bring me this photo?" Quinn's expression pained and hurt as she looks at her, not sure why she just told all that to Rachel.

Rachel herself was also wiping away a few tears. She doesn't know what to say, so instead she chooses to embrace Quinn. Quinn rests her head on her shoulder.

"I miss her so much. What wouldn't I give to see her again," Quinn whimpered.

Rachel could feel teardrops seep through her blouse. "Quinn?" Rachel whispered out.

"Yes Rachel?" Quinn asks.

"Barbra isn't gone."

"Yes she is and if she sees me she wouldn't know it's me or she would attack me. How could you want your childhood best friend who basically left without saying goodbye to be all by herself." Rachel could hardly hear what Quinn said.

"Quinn… I'm Barbra," Rachel said quietly.

Quinn stiffens and shoves Rachel a little bit away from her. "Rachel, what is wrong with you?" Quinn says with a look of disgust on her face.

Rachel doesn't take it lightly. "Quinn… Nothing is wrong with me… I'm Barbra… Don't you see it?"

Quinn looks at Rachel appalled that the brunette would say such a thing… "I know I've been a horrible person to you and I deserve whatever you want to throw at me but I never thought you'd stoop so low, Rachel!"

Rachel tried to step closer to Quinn but the blonde stepped back straight away. "Quinn, open your eyes and see… How can you not know that I'm Barbra?"

"Stop it, Rachel!" Quinn screamed.

"Fine! If you want to be like that, I'll leave… I don't understand you Quinn… I know you can see it's me… Maybe you're too scared to actually come to terms with the fact that I'm Barbra, or maybe deep down you have always realized who I am and got too scared to ask me… I don't know, Quinn… But I'm standing here telling you I'm Barbra… But if you don't want to listen… Fine," Rachel storms out of the room, tears in her eyes and leaves the photo on Quinn's bed.

Quinn looks at the photo again… Something in her mind put two and two together and she could see how Rachel was Barbra 2.0. How her singing was always amazing except when she was sick that one time… Like Barbra's. Like how she could get mad but it was hot in a way… Like Barbra. How Rachel would play with her hair the same way Barbra did. How Rachel always stands up for what she believes in… Like Barbra.

Quinn's mind continued to be flood with memories of Barbra and how similar Rachel was to her old best friend. The blonde was pulled out of her trace when she heard her mind shoot out to her 'Rachel is Barbra, Run!' She got up and ran out the door, glad to have her fitness from cheerleading, and she ran after Rachel… After Barbra!

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So I decided to rewrite You Look Familiar to give it a better structure and less flaky story. What do you think of the first chapter? If you have any suggestions or question, review or PM me.