A/N: So… This is my first fanfiction ever! I hope you all like it. I have to say that my first language is Dutch, not English, so don't be too harsh on my. It wasn't my destiny to write femslash, I'm not even gay, but I thought the chemistry between Rachel and Quinn was just too big to go unnoticed. So I began thinking about a tale in my head. That's how this turned out. Please read + review!

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Quinn

What am I doing? I'm popular, I have friends, I can get any guy I want but still, here I am. On a chatsite. Before Quinn knows it, she clicks on the "make account" button. Choose a name. What's a good name if you don't want to be noticed? She hesitates for a moment. Then she types: Rabbithole17. She secretly loves Alice in wonderland, but that's just bad for het HBIC image, and she's 17 years old, so… perfect. She makes a password. Summary? She thinks about what other people think about her. "Blonde hair, hazel eyes, slender, maybe slightly beautiful. But nobody knows who I really am." She sighs and taps Confirm. Congratulations, your account is successfully made. Well, that's kind of awkward. She scrolls through a list of accounts. Some are just so wrong and others just really sad. Like "I don't have friends and sometimes I want to kill myself". Quinn shivers and comes across an account with Barbra Streisand as profile picture. Interesting. You would almost think it's Rachel with her extreme love for Barbra. Suddenly, a chatscreen pops up. "I see you're searching my profile-page, stranger." Quinn frowns. "Do you have something on your computer so you can see that, or…" The answer comes barelly two seconds later. "I actually have downloaded something…" O wow, she's kinda strange. "Why would you do that? Are you some kind of stalker or something?" It takes longer till the next answer comes. "I'm definetely not a stalker. It's just that my profile is rarely seen by people." Well, that's sad. She actually feels sorry for her. "Why?" She asks. "You really love asking questions, hmm? About the question: Some people at my school came across this account and now they're threatening all the people who click on me." O shit. Quinn hopes it's a small school. "You really can't be that bad." She says. "Tell that to the children on my school." Suddenly she's offline. And Quinn realizes she didn't even look at her nickname. Broadwaystar0110. Damn, this really is a Berry-clone. She grins and clicks on the "send friendrequest" button. Then she turns her computer off.

The next day before school, she logs in again. Broadwaystar0110 sent her a chat message.

-Broadwaystar0110: Why do you want to be friends? You'll get hate, you know.

-Rabbithole17: I decide by myself who I wanna be friends with. If I'll get hate, so be it.

-Broadwaystar0110: I don't understand. I readt your summary. If you read mine, I'm like the ugly duckling. How can you be friends with someone like me?

-Rabbithole17: Someone like you? If I remember correctly, the ugly duckling turns into a beautiful swan at the end. And I don't think I'm beautiful, either. My friends and family do, though.

-Broadwaystar0110: At least they do. I know I'm ugly and other people do, too.

-Rabbithole17: Then I'm gonna say it: you're beautiful. Don't change a bit about yourself. You're a star like your name.

-Broadwaystar0110: You don't even know me.

-Rabbithole17: True. But I do know that you're talking shit about yourself right now.

-Broadwaystar0110: They make me believe it.

-Rabbithole17: Who?

-Broadwaystar0110: …

-Rabbithole17: Okay, too soon. I get it.

-Broadwaystar0110: No, you don't know me in real life so I'll tell you. The cheerleaders aren't that friendly at my school… And some jocks…

-Rabbithole17: Don't let them hurt you, okay?

-Broadwaystar0110: I'm small. I'm hopeless if I have to fight all alone.

The conversation with Broadwaystar0110 made Quinn feel sick. She's not an inch better than those jocks and cheerleaders she's talking about. It's not like she wants to be bitch, she needs to be. So that includes throwing slushy's at kids like Rachel. But everytime she speaks with Broadwaystar0110, she has the feeling she's talking to Rachel, and that hurts. Quinn walks into the school and sees her friends, Santana and Brittany, standing at her locker. She walks up to them. "Q." Santana says, and she nods as a greeting. "Quinn, you're here!" Brittany claps enthousiastly and pulls her into a massive hug. "I was here yesterday, and the whole week, Britt." Quinn laughs, and she gently pulls Brittany off her. Brittany looks confused. "But you're looking different!" Quinn shrugs and turns around, to see Rachel being pushed against the lockers. The girl falls down and stays in her position on the ground. Quinns first reaction was to walk up to the girl and help her. But then she remembers she's the HBIC, that Santana is watching her, and she has to do something mean like, right now. She makes a hand-sign to Santana. She gets the hint and walks up to he slushy-machine. A moment later, I'm walking to Rachel with a big gulp up ice-cold liquid in my hand. "Treasure Trail." I say coldly as I stand behind the small girl. She's still on the ground but she stands up quickly. Quinn hears her sniffling and then she turns around. Her eyes are filled with tears. This is something Quinn never gets over from. The brunette looks at her fearfully. She really is terrified for her. Quinn feels horrible, but she fakes an evil grin. "Missed me?" Rachel gasps and a quiet sob leaves her lips. Quinn looks at the slushy in her hand. It's blueberry. It's the worst slushy to hit someone with. The stain it causes is permanent and leaves a dark blue spot on your clothes. "Brace yourself, manhands." Without even thinking about it anymore, she throws the slushy at Rachel. The gasp that follows is filled with pure sadness and Quinn fights against her own tears. "I'm small. I'm hopeless if I have to fight all alone." The words from the chat conversation are screaming in her head. She turns around without looking back. She makes her way to Brittany. "Please, help her clean up…" Quinn wispers brokenly in her ear. Brittany looks at her as if she's crazy, but as she sees the helpless look on her face, she nods. Quinn runs away.

-Broadwaystar0110: Are you here?

-Broadwaystar0110: O, come on Stranger. I have something on my computer to see who's on my page, remember?

-Rabbithole17: What would you say if I was even worse than those kids at your school?

-Broadwaystar0110: I would say: No you aren't, or you're hiding the real you.

-Rabbithole17: I wish I knew you.

-Broadwaystar0110: I have the feeling we already know each other better than anyone else.

-Rabbithole17: I don't even know what you like.

-Broadwaystar0110: I like singing. Broadway, you know.

-Rabbithole17: Is it weird if I say I don't know what I like?

-Broadwaystar0110: I doubt that. I bet you're extremely talented.

-Rabbithole17: You're so wrong. I'm shit. By the way: you should post a video, I wanna hear you sing.

-Broadwaystar0110: Maybe.

-Rabbithole17: Just do it. Throw away your fears

-Broadwaystar0110: You won't laugh and leave me, right…?

-Rabbithole17: You're stuck with me here. I'll never leave you.

A video pops up. She clicks "play" and immediately the voice she knows so well flows through the air. Quinn is shocked. How was she so stupid? She has had so many clues that leadt her to Rachel, and still she was too dumb to realize.

-Broadwaystar0110: Why don't you answer? You think it's stupid, right? I wish I hadn't sent it too you. I'm disgusting.

Quinn's heart skips a beat. Rachel thinks she's ugly because of HER. She hasn't got enough self-esteem because of HER. She feels aweful.

-Rabbithole17: You're so talented, and don't you know you're beautiful?

-Broadwaystar0110: You're lying.

-Rabbithole17: I've never lied to you.

-Broadwaystar0110: So you think I'm good?

-Rabbithole17: Good? You're outstanding! You're a star. And you're georgeous.

-Broadwaystar0110: I still don't believe you.

-Rabbithole17: You know what, I'll prove it to you.

-Broadwaystar0110: How?

-Rabbithole17: You'll see, little star.

The next day, she sees Rachel instantly. Quinn sees her putting some books in her locker. Perfect. She tries to watch as good as she can and tries to see the code of her locker. Damn, too far away. This is useless. Quinn sighs and walks to her own locker. "Q…" She recognizes that voice everywhere. "Santana." She says without turning around. "I'll come right to the point. Why the fuck are you eyefucking RuPaul every damn time?" Quinn coughs. "I do not". She fights back. "Oh, sure you do." Santana grins. "Shut it, S." Quinn snaps. "So you're not oven denying it anymore? Oeeeh, twitter update! Quinn wants to get into the skirt of the dwarf!" She laughs. Quinn turns red. "I didn't look at her because I wanna fuck her, I just wanted to know what I could do next to humiliate her." Quinn says, as calmly as she can. Her heart is hamering in her chest. Santana frowns. "You know what, do what you want. I'm gonna search for Brittany. She turns away and leaves. Quinn sighs relieved. Rachel watches her from across the hallway. "Something interesting, Berry?" She snaps. Rachel turns bright red and she fastly walks away. That is when she realizes she hadn't even thrown a slushy at her today and that's probably the reason why Rachel was watching her.

During break, it's open season for the jocks at McKinley High. And they mostly focus on a certain petite brunette. "Please, this is my favorite sweater…" She tries begginly. She knows it's no use. Quinn watches the thing from the other side of the cantine. She wants to do something so badly but she can't be noticed. How can she make the girl feel better without being noticed? She focuses herself on her friends again, who are highly flirting with each other. Quinn rolls her eyes. "It's unbelievable that you two knew each other for years but only started dating this year." She states. Brittany nods happily. "I know, right?! It wouldn't have if it wasn't for Sanny to put anonymous letters in my locker…" Santana blushes emberassed. "Aww, Sanny, it was so cute… It was like "My lovely honeysweet bee with…" Santana puts a hand on Brittany's mouth to cut her off. "Erm…" She coughs, bright red. Quinn grins at her unconfortable friend. Suddenly she realizes something. "Wait, B, did you say 'Anonymous letters'?" She asks. Brittany nods enthousiastly. "Yes, the first one I got was really awesome, like: "You're my rainbowcolored unico…" Santana coughs really loud. Quinn never saw her friend like this before. "I won't torture you any further, S." Quinn laughs. Brittany looks confused between the two. Santana looks relieved. And Quinn knows exactely what to do after school. She borrows some paper from the library and starts writing,

-To Rachel.

Please don't be sad. You'll be a star someday and they'll be so jealous of you. Don't believe any single word they say and stay the way you are. You're beautiful!

-Rabbithole17

Quinn checks the hallways to see if they're really empty. She already waited for half an hour. She slowly walks up to Rachels locker and hesitates for a moment. Then she just pushes the letter through the gap of the locker and walks away quickly.

-Broadwaystar0110: Hey stranger.

-Rabbithole17: Hi, little star. What are you doing?

-Broadwaystar0110: Feeling more aweful than ever.

-Rabbithole17: Aww, don't be sad. You're beautiful.

-Broadwaystar0110: You keep saying that.

-Rabbithole17: Well, it's true.

-Broadwaystar0110: I don't believe it.

-Rabbithole17: Just check your locker tomorrow.

-Broadwaystar0110: Wait, what?

-Rabbithole17: I said I'd prove it to you.

-Broadwaystar0110: No seriously. What?

-Rabbithole17: Just wait and see, little star

The next day, Rachel unfortunately gets slushied, but there's something different about her. Her eyes are glowing. She even grins. She looks more powerful than ever. "You're staring at the midget again." Santana states. "Huh? No I don't." Quinn says. "O, yes you do. You totally want to taste her juices." Santana grins knowingly. "That's disgusting. And that's totally something YOU would, not me." Quinn blushes. "No, that's just horrid. She's Treasure Trail. And imagining you with her is gr… Well, it's kinda hot. But also gross." Santana frowns thoughtfully. Quinn rolls her eyes and walks away. "You're a pervert!" She screams over her shoulder. "You know I'm right, Fabray!" Santana screams back, very loudly, which causes everyone to look at Quinn. She totally wants to hide in the little hole in the wall, where a mouse is watching her, right now.

-Broadwaystar0110: You know who I am.

-Rabbithole17: I sure do.

-Broadwaystar0110: Who are you?

-Rabbithole17: You better don't find out about that.

-Broadwaystar0110: Are you a boy or a girl?

-Rabbithole17: Nosy much, hmm?

-Broadwaystar0110: Just say it.

-Rabbithole17: Nope.

-Broadwaystar0110: Fine. I'll find out myself.