Summary: Faberry twist on the movie You've Got Mail. Future fic. Two high school enemies find themselves back in each other's lives and it's not long before they slip back into their old rivalry but simultaneously, fall in love with one another over the internet.

A/N: I watched the whole movie for the first time right after Christmas and I thought it would be perfect for a Faberry fic. I have a good feeling about this one and I'm almost finished Chapter 2 (however, I have been working on this fic on and off for like 3 months so maybe that can't count as "progress" lol)

-Chapter 1-

Rachel Berry. It was a name made for the bright lights of New York City and Rachel's one true goal, from the mere age of three, was to make that happen. Now here she was, twenty years later, finally achieving her lifelong dream, yet somehow it didn't have the same fulfilment as it did all those years ago. Sure, she loved nothing more than to belt out a tune to a jam-packed audience of devoted fans eight times a week but all she really craved was to have that special someone in the audience cheering her on. Her dads came whenever they could but it wasn't the same, their appearance brought her a sense of home and safety that her fathers had always provided but it done very little to help the gaping hole in her heart: the yearning to fall in love with someone.

However, recently that hole had started to heal. It sounds silly but it was all thanks to the internet. Round about a month ago, purely in an act of boredom (or at least that's what she tells herself), Rachel found herself on an online chatroom. Of course, it wasn't one of those pathetic dating websites (she decided she wasn't that desperate…yet), but rather a sociable chatroom, just to find someone to talk to, it was certainly worth a shot rather than spending yet another lonely night in front of the TV with only Elphie, her black Labrador, to keep her company.

The first week was a bit slow. She hadn't quite plucked up the courage to start a conversation with anyone yet and the total of two people who had approached her so far were two seedy guys trying to chat her up. Then, that Sunday evening, she signed on to the chatroom determined to find someone to talk to. Almost instantly a message box popped up and Rachel immediately thought it must be another creeper but just as she was about to close the message, something caught her attention. It was the username, LittleMissOhio94, that made her instantly trust this person. Both the familiarity of her home state and implication that this was in fact a female messaging her rather than a perverted sleaze ball encouraged her to read the message.

That message was the first of many. After that, Rachel had discovered that LittleMissOhio94 also lives in New York and grew up in Ohio just like she had. She also learned that they are the same age but neither bothered to ask what school the other went to, possibly not wanting to overstep some sort of stalker boundary, and with this "boundary" in place they also decided to remain anonymous, addressing each other only by their usernames.

With the introductions out of the way, Rachel wasted no time to tell her new found friend all about her uneventful love life. How her career seems to interfere or scare off any potential love interests and how the closest thing to friendship she has is with her work colleagues, only one of which, Roxy her makeup artist, she actually considers as her one true friend, besides Elphie of course. Over the weeks, LittleMissOhio94 opens up to Rachel and tells her of how she settled for a man she's not sure she'll ever love and got stuck in a job she hates. Realising what a mess their lives are, they make a pact to try harder to fight for what they want; to both find happiness.

For a while, they just enjoy each other's company, not really wanting to shorten their already minimal time online with long-term tasks. After passing the three month mark, Rachel realises that every morning she makes up with an excitable grin on her face, which would put any kid on Christmas morning to shame, as she leaps out of bed to switch on her laptop. Her grin only grows wider as she logs on to the chatroom to find she has one new message from none other than LittleMissOhio94, and even before reading the message she feels something deep within her heart: that hole is healing and it's healing fast.

She was happy. Sure, it wasn't ideal but it gave her life a new purpose. It was decided; she wanted to meet her anonymous friend.

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"Are you gonna be much longer in there? I need to pee!" sounded from the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'll be out in a minute! Sheesh! You should have peed before I came in!" the blonde yelled back, whilst continuing to shower.

"I shouldn't have to! Damn it, Quinn! We've been together since high school and we live together! Surely, it's ok for you to see my pee…and well…I've seen you naked plenty of times so…"

She decided to ignore him as he continued to babble on. She knew he'd give up and follow the easiest solution: doing what she said. You should never pick an argument with Quinn Fabray, if anyone should know that it should be Finn Hudson. Over the sound of the shower, she just managed to hear a disgruntled huff and sighed in relief as he gave up and stormed out of the flat. Bang! She had gotten used to the sound of the front door slamming shut, usually it was her own doing but on occasion, Finn had decided enough was enough and left. But he always came back with his tail between his legs and a bunch of cheap garage flowers to apologise with. Quinn took those lifeless flowers as a symbol of their relationship; as each day went by it got harder and harder not to argue but it also got harder and harder to let go and give life without Finn a shot. Sure, she was a strong independent woman, she could look after herself, but he gave her security, that's not something you can just find by walking into a bar and sleeping with the first guy you see and it's certainly not something that can be achieved by parking yourself in front of the TV, with sad weepy movies on repeat and a tub of Ben & Jerry's to keep you company. She'd been on and off with Finn for seven years, even if her heart was never quite in it, it wasn't a relationship she could afford to lose, so for now, she was stuck but just like those flowers, their relationship was well and truly dead.

She reached for the closest towel on the rack and wrapped it around her as she emerged from the shower. She grabbed another towel and frantically dried her soaking wet hair with it. Satisfied, she left the bathroom, dumped the hair towel in the laundry basket and headed to her bedroom to pick out her outfit for work. She had a big interview lined up today, her boss wouldn't tell her who she was interviewing just yet but he said it would be a "pleasant surprise". She was almost 100% certain that whatever Matt said would be a "pleasant surprise" would be anything but that, she couldn't tell if it was the maddening gleam in his eyes as he told her or if it was simply because she knew Matt and she knew he never gave anyone a "surprise" unless it benefitted him or the magazine.

Ding! A smile spread across her face as she recognised her laptop's email alert. Forgetting all about the interview and her disturbing boss, she practically leapt with joy over to her desk and opened up the email.

To: LittleMissOhio94

From: NewYorkStar

Subject: Re: My mom's coming to visit

I'm sure your mother means well, and you never know you might like this new man friend of hers. He can't be much worse than your father, judging by what you've told me. If she wants you to meet him then their relationship must be getting serious, just be happy that she's including you in her decision to be with him and that your opinion means something to her. As least she's not seeing him behind your back; she's being open and upfront about it and wants you to approve of him.

I was wondering, and please feel free to let me know if I'm overstepping our boundary, but would it be possible for us to meet up? I mean, we both live in New York, so it's not like travelling is really an issue. We could meet somewhere we both know, like Central Park or by the Hudson. It's just I consider you as a friend and I don't know, I just feel like it's the right time to meet. I know it may sound crazy, but I feel like you're the only person who gets me and as much as I love our chats online, I'm craving something more; a direct conversation…face-to-face…in the flesh. Can you understand that?

Quinn stared at her laptop screen in shock. She hadn't really thought about it before; meeting up with her nameless friend. She loved talking to her; no actually that was an understatement, over the past two months, that girl had been a rock for her. She meant more to Quinn than anyone else who shared priority in her life and she had never even met the girl. But that could all change; she could finally meet this strong and driven woman and be able to say for the first time in her life that she had a true friend. Of course, she had friends but none of them were like NewYorkStar. Sometimes, she was scared she might wake up and she wouldn't hear that glorious ding emit from her laptop; that she'd be gone, leaving Quinn to deal with her screwed up life alone. It seriously worried her how much that thought scared her, how emotionally attached she had grown to a girl whose name she never even knew. What if meeting her changed everything? She wasn't sure she could handle not having her to talk to anymore, even if it was via email. Finally sure of her answer, she started typing out her reply.

To: NewYorkStar

From: LittleMissOhio94

Subject: Re: Re: My mom's coming to visit

I know what you mean. These past couple of months I've spent talking to you have made me happy beyond belief. You understand me just as much as I understand you, and you've helped me through a lot of tough situations. I'm just not sure we're ready to meet yet. I don't want our relationship to change and I'm worried that if we meet now it might be too much all at once. I'm still having a tough time leaving my boyfriend, we had yet another argument no less than an hour ago, and I have that dinner with my mom and her toy boy to suffer through. Right now, talking to you like this is enough to satisfy me and get me through the day. I'm not ruling out a meeting completely, I'm just saying it shouldn't be right now. I hope that's ok and I hope you're not offended, because I do want to meet you, I really do; the timing just isn't perfect.

As she hit send, she could only pray to God that her friend would be ok with sticking to their email arrangement. She turned her laptop off and redirected her chain of thought to what she'd wear for this god damn interview. "Pleasant surprise," she murmured to herself; not that it helped. Why did Matt have to be so fucking cryptic with the details? Finally, she decided on a pair of charcoal grey straight-cut pants and a white blouse, accompanied by a sophisticated buttoned jacket to match the pants. Once dressed, she picked up her purse and her sunglasses and headed out to her car.

Already off schedule, she practically ran through the halls of NY Weekly, not once stopping until she had reached her office. A luminous yellow sticky note was hanging on her monitor; she snatched it off and read through the directions to where this mysterious interview would take place. At least it wasn't far so she shouldn't be too late. Matt had already informed her that he'd be accompanying her on this job and would meet her there; with a bit of luck there would be a promotion in this for her, which, of course, meant that being late was not an option. With that in mind, she stuffed the sticky note into her jacket pocket and fled the office.

Red light! Damn it! She flicked the radio on while she waited for the lights to change, deciding that her lateness was exactly what Matt deserved for not giving her any information on this mysterious interview. Green! Finally! Thankfully, the traffic died down on her the rest of journey, as she managed to arrive outside the Gershwin Theatre ten minutes later. Well, it must be some Broadway star I'm interviewing, Quinn supposed as she caught a glimpse of the Wicked posters as she entered the Theatre.

She signed in at reception; where a nice young lady instructed her to take a left and go straight through until she got to the third door on the right. Just as she started down the hallway, her phone vibrated furiously in her pocket. Unknown number. She reckoned it was best to answer it in case it was important.

"Hello," she answered in her polite telephone voice.

"Quinn?" She rolled her eyes as she recognised the sound of Finn's dopey voice. "Just to let you know, I've moved my stuff out of the flat. Well, most of it. There's only so much you can fit in a Range Rover. I've changed my number too, so don't even think of phoning me." He sighed, and the anger fell from his voice, "I thought I should at least let you know rather than you going home to find me and all my stuff gone." Silence. "Quinn? Are you there?"

She couldn't even think clearly never mind form any coherent words. Did he just say what I think he said? It's all over. What am I gonna do? I'm not ready for this just yet. I need more time. What am I gonna do? The problems formed thick and fast within her head but she had trouble coming up with any solutions.

The dialling tone sounded in her ears, snapping her out of her stupor. The line had went dead; just like her relationship with Finn now had and just like everything around her seemed to be. A middle-aged man emerged from the room closest to her. It wasn't until he spoke that she realised it was Matt, her boss.

"Quinn? Are you okay? You don't look so well," he asked in a hushed voice, as he pulled the door behind him shut.

Finally finding the ability to speak, she cleared her throat, "I'm fine. Just a bit tired," she lied.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, directing her towards the room he had just left. "Our guest awaits," he added as he gestured for Quinn to enter the room.

She took in her surroundings as she slowly pushed the door open. Although it was a rather small room, there were flowers everywhere; and not the cheap kind Finn used to bring her, no, these flowers were bright and endearing, and along with the vibrant green walls, they gave her the sense of walking into a jungle. Snapping out of her daze, she turned her attention to the occupier of one of the two chairs situated in the far end of the room. At first she wasn't sure if she was still daydreaming, but she soon reassured herself that her peaceful jungle wouldn't be so quiet if the diva in front of her was dwelling in it. She watched as the brunette took in her appearance and watched as the same look, that was no doubt on her own face, started to appear on hers.

"Berry?" and "Quinn?" were uttered simultaneously from both girls. Their shock only increased as their initial assumptions were confirmed. Quinn turned to Matt, who was still standing in the doorway, with a grin on his face that would match that of the Cheshire cat's. "Surprise!" he exclaimed, while his arms shot up in a celebratory manner.

This day cannot get any worse, Quinn seethed.

To be continued…