Hi there! First off, thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing/favoriting/alerting. I don't write many multi-chapter fics so I never get the chance to say...well, thank you! This is a Glee/I Am Number Four crossover and it is Faberry. It was originally part of my drabble series Scribbles Scrabbles: Dribbles Drabbles but as you will soon see this has obviously grown into much more than a drabble. I'm anticipating about 5-10 chapters, I've already written about 3/4 of the story so that's the good news! Anyway, long AN is long but thanks again. Feel free to check out my profile and if you're a Tumblr I'm on there too (link on profile).

Boys Like Girls

Hero/Heroine

'Cause you caught me off guard

Now I'm running and screaming

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine

Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

Rachel doesn't remember losing Lorien. She remembers losing herself. Nothing's the same here on Earth.

She remembers feeling happy, she really does. Or at least she thinks she does, because for Rachel...she's not so sure she even knows what happy feels like anymore.

All she knows is fear, patience, control, ambiguity.

Don't get caught.

She runs and runs and when it's safe she rests. When it's safe she finds things to pass the time. Human education is fascinating to her and yet it is meaningless. This fascination, it's just another thing that Rachel can't afford to feel.

Don't get caught. She's running again. Henri, her protector, has decided on a new safe house. Location: Lima, Ohio. Alias: Berry, Rachel.

The place looks boring enough. It's a good spot, Rachel thinks, complimenting Henri's wisdom. Boring is good, because when things become exciting, people die. Her people die and she's not even talking about the earthlings, the humans.

It's been a while since she's felt it. The death of one of her own. But it has happened twice; she knows, she has the scars of their Loric names burned into her flesh. One and Two have been hunted down and exterminated by the Mogadorians. Mogs, sworn enemies of the Loriens, destroyers of the planet Lorien and soon to be destroyers of Earth if Rachel and the remaining Garde don't stop them.

When they'd arrived on earth there were 18. 9 Garde, young Loriens who would soon develop their legacies, and 9 Cepan, guardians, keepers of the Garde. All that Rachel knows for sure is that, counting herself, 6 Garde remain and it's up to them to fight for the planet they now call home. They're the only ones who can now.

When Three is killed it's the most painful experience yet.

It's the reason Henri and Rachel now reside in Lima.

It's amazing the sort of things kids can capture on their phones and ipods. Like a seemingly normal high school girl sitting on a dock dangling her feet in the water. Or like that same girl shrieking out in pain, a bright beam of light jettisoning from her calf.

What they don't, or rather can't, capture is the smell. The flesh that has burnt, that eventually scars and reveals a name. Rachel doesn't have to look. Number three is dead and on top of that there are dozens of pictures and videos of her being loaded to the internet at that very moment. Just what the Mogadorians are looking for. A trail to pick up on, a scent. Well they've got a scent alright and they're coming for her. Rachel is Number Four.

Settling in Lima is easier than expected. The town seems quaint enough that Henri allows Rachel to enroll in the local high school.

"Why do you insist on going? Your intelligence is lightyears beyond theirs."

"Keeps my mind off things Henri. And I enjoy listening to completely inaccurate information about the universe."

"Your mind shouldn't be off things, it should be on training. You're to the age when your Legacy should begin to develop. Felt anything unusual, off about things?"

"No Legacy yet Henri, but I'll be sure to let you know as soon as that pops up."

"Keep your head down. They're getting closer everyday."

Rachel's not sure if he means the Legacies or...them...

"I know..."

Rachel enjoys going to school. It makes her feel normal when she so obviously isn't. She just wishes she could go to school without the rest of the student body.

She doesn't understand the use of putting forth energy to make friendships that she'll be running from in less than a years time. A year...she hopes it's a year, it would be nice to be able to live in the same place for more than a few months. She doesn't get her hopes up.

"Hey, you're new here."

Rachel glances to the girl opening her locker a few down from hers.

"Yeah...new..." Rachel answers distractedly, fumbling with her locker. A lithe hand snakes around hers twisting the dial a few times before landing a solid slam to the locker, which pops open.

"Uh, thanks." Rachel manages a small smile, throwing her books in the locker and slamming it shut. The girl is leaned up against the lockers, head cocked to the side regarding Rachel curiously.

"So do you need a tour or were you just gonna wander around campus for the rest of the day?" The girl says, arching one blonde eyebrow.

Rachel feels the corners of her mouth quirk. "Well, I was just going to use my x-ray vision to get a three dimensional layout of the school."

The blonde shakes her head laughing to herself.

"New girl's cute and got some snark to her." She grabs Rachel's hand pulling her down the hall.

"Come on, you get the full-on Quinn Fabray tour."

Astronomy is her favorite subject. It always has been. She's the last person to arrive and the only open seat is at the very back next to a blonde haired boy who's nose is buried firmly in his text book.

When Rachel sits down she realizes it's not the textbook he's so engrossed in but, what looks like, a magazine. A paranormal magazine to be exact. A paranormal magazine about aliens.

Rachel snorts softly to herself and resists the urge to tap the boy on the forehead and say, 'here I am! Study away!'

"Hi, I'm Rachel," she says instead, which makes him jump, obviously unaware of her. He quickly shuts his book and clears his throat nervously.

"I um-hi, I'm Sam." He says, waving feebly at her.

Rachel takes in his blonde hair, fair skin, "Sam Fabray?" She asks.

He looks at her curiously for a moment before smiling slightly. "No, Evans."

Rachel ducks her head slightly abashed, "oh sorry," she says quickly, "I met Quinn earlier and the blonde hair and everything," she rambles nervously, "sorry I just thought-"

"It's ok." Sam says cutting her off. "Freshman year everyone thought we were twins." Rachel nods in agreement, the similarities were pretty remarkable. "But, Quinn put a stop to that really fast." He mutters darkly.

"Oh," Rachel says softly, "I didn't realize...I guess she just seemed really friendly when we met."

Sam holds up his hands, "oh no, don't get me wrong," he says, "Quinn's a totally different person now. She sorta..." he trails off, "well back then she was dating Noah Puckerman, the quarterback, and I dunno, I guess he sort of brought out the worst in her." Rachel nods as Sam continues, "they broke up this Summer. I've heard people saying some really nasty stuff about Quinn but I think that's just Puck trying to make himself out to be the victim and stuff. Quinn's actually one of the few people who's been nice to me since...well for a while anyway."

"Why is that?" Rachel asks.

"Why is she nice to me? No idea, guess it speaks to her character."

"No, I mean," Rachel pauses as the teacher calls attention at the front of the class. "Why aren't people nice to you?" She whispers.

Sam simply opens his textbook and points at the magazine 'They Walk Among Us'.

Ah, Rachel mouths dramatically, scooting away from him briefly before smiling and scooting back over.

He rolls his eyes, smiling and takes the magazine back out placing it on the table between them before focusing his attention on the lecture. Rachel glances curiously at the cover and what she sees makes her stomach drop.

'Are They Here? Mogadorians: vicious aliens bent on decimating the human race.'

She knows she should tell Henri. She knows that she should make up some excuse leave class and run home to pack. She knows Henri will move them without a moments hesitation.

She doesn't tell him...and she doesn't know why.