Disclaimer: I do not have any relation to Glee or any of the writers on Fox. Purely fictional.

This is a story about a girl, who made it in the big city. Of course she would. Everything always fell into place for her, and why wouldn't it be? She had the looks. Then again, with a face like hers, things tend to come together easily so you don't have to be especially extraordinary. I guess, she can be quite a bit of a snob sometimes, but that's what you have to be if you'd like to survive in the media. Doesn't it? I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, let me rewind a little bit for you to understand. My name is...

"Quinn!"

A brunette tripped as she attempted to stagger towards the blonde. As she stumbled in the hallways, everyone sneered at her clumsiness as she tried to pick herself up. Her best friend eyed them as she helped her up. Then, Quinn Fabray linked her arms with her.

"So, where are you headed?" Quinn asked.

"The studio, I've got a couple of things to prep before the recording session later in the afternoon." Rachel replied as she fumbled through her bag. Two of her cellphones had been ringing off the hook all morning, and she just hadn't been able to catch a break. She sighed as she saw the name of her boss appearing on caller ID of her phone. She looked at Quinn and the blonde snickered.

"Thank God it's not my job to deal with her."

Rachel sighed and stuffed the mobile into her pockets. Sue Sylvester was her number one trouble maker. Rachel Berry's regret was giving her all of her contact numbers, making each and every one of them on her boss's speed dial.

"I don't have the energy for this right now."

"Good! I need my coffee. Think you could run down and get it for me?" Quinn pleaded, putting on her puppy dog eyes for her assistant. "Please Rachel. Pretty pretty please! You're the only one who knows exactly how I want it."

The brunette surrendered to her demand. She nodded and turned around. Then, upon her arrival at the lift lobby, she came into collision with a giant man as he made his way in the opposite direction. As she leaned back, the weight of her bag pulled her towards the ground, and before she knew it, she was on the floor again.

"Ooh, damn it. I'm sorry, you okay?" Finn Hudson pulled her up.

She attempted a smile, but it came out as a forced pursing of her lips. "Not like it's the first time anyway. Next time, give a shout out won't you?"

He nodded meekly as he rubbed his neck. "Good way to start the morning huh?"

Then, her phone started sounding again and as she looked at the caller, she glanced up at him from her phone. "The best way." She remarked sarcastically as she cancelled the call. He chuckled as he leaned in for a hug. "It's good to see you Rach."

When his arms got around her tiny body frame, she inhaled his presence, giving in to the musky scent of Finn Hudson, famous Hollywood movie producer. Moaning with exhilaration in her head, she relented as he let go of her. Then, he strapped her bag over her shoulder, and tucked her hair behind her ear. She looked like a mess, frazzled from the events of the morning. But he smiled and said, "Stand tall and smile because you..."

"Illuminate. I know, I know. You're so weird Hudson. I've known you for about three years now, and I still don't get it. I mean, how can I give out any light when I'm so small and looking like this all the time?" She gave him a small but genuine smile, happy that he would never fail to cheer her up.

"Hey, at least it brought a smile to your face." He grinned and held the elevator doors for her as she made her way in. Then, as her foot caught between the gap, she stumbled into the moving box, crashing against the wall of the lift as the doors came to a close.

That's right. That's me over there, the tiny klutz who's just a measly assistant to my best friend, Quinn Fabray. My name is Rachel Berry and this is a tale I'd like to share with you. This story isn't about me, neither is it only about her. Sure, it'll contain romance, drama and all that other stuff you get from love stories, but it's also about all of us. Learning about each other, and also finding our place in this world. And so, welcome.

My 2nd Finchel story! This is loosely based on the 2001 film, America's Sweethearts. The storyline isn't really going to follow like that in the movie, but just mentioning it in case some events clash! Also, a little different to my previous stories! Each chapter would begin and end with a narration, not necessarily from Rachel Berry all the time. To avoid confusion, the narration would be in bold italics! This is for the reviewers who have always supported my through and through. Yes, finchel-frankenberry-gleek, PaochiCute, Sliguu, CarCarBeepBroom, gleepotter, noro, Melly233 and bananappancakes. I'm talking to you ;) And the many other whom I've failed to mention too! Enjoy everyone! :')