Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Fox, or any of the characters featured in this story.

A/N: As I continue working on It Started With A Kiss, I wanted to start writing something that is a bit more personal, and something that I think more people could possibly relate to. This story is going to be based on things that actually happened, and in no way reflects anything that actually happened or is going to happen on Glee. I hope you enjoy this story, and please check out my other fanfic! Also, reviews, comments, feedbacks, and tweets to ArmyMonchele are extremely appreciated; It keeps me writing and honestly makes me day. Enjoy!

Prologue

It had been one hell of a year for Rachel, and she wasn't going to miss it. She thought she had found the guy she was going to marry, but he turned out to be like just the rest; he turned out to be an asshole. Noah Puckerman. He had seemed so perfect...and yet he wasn't. He had lied to her for weeks, saying he was happy when he wasn't, and decided that on their three month anniversary he was going to break up with her. He came to her house that beautiful spring day, May 28th to be exact. She had been waiting all day for him, and before he left his house he made a status on Facebook saying he was going to go spend time with his wife watching movies and celebrating their anniversary. She loved how he called her his wife, it made her feel as if their relationship was grown up and not just a fling. She anxiously awaited his arrival, sitting outside on her porch for him. He finally arrived, but when he got there he barely even said a word to her. She kissed him and said happy anniversary, to which he replied happy anniversary to you too. After that the following events became a blur, as he began to tell her he wasn't happy with her, and how he'd been lying to her for the past week or so. He told her he'd been thinking about doing this for a while, but now he couldn't wait any longer. Rachel started crying, hoping this was some mistake and he'd pull her into his arms and make her feel better...but he didn't. He watched her crumble to the ground, crying hysterically, her whole body shaking. He told her his dad thought she was a bad influence, and that it was her fault that he was so unhappy. She wanted to hit him for believing the garbage coming out of his father's mouth, but she was too hurt to even care. He said he had to break up with her, or his father would disown him and throw him out on the street, but Rachel wasn't sure if she believed that. When she finally calmed down she sat him down on the steps, pleading with him to not do this, to not let go of everything they had. He said they couldn't be together and that he was done, and he got up and walked away, not even turning around to look at her one last time. Rachel cried hysterically, forgetting she was outside where her neighbors could see her. She wondered to herself if this was her last shot at love, even though she was only 16 going on 17. She couldn't see herself loving anyone the way she had loved Noah, but she learned in time that everything happens for a reason.