This is my first multi chapter story and i thought, why not try something besides one shots? Anything that's in italic happened in the past, either years ago or even hours behind. Please tell me what you think! (you can be harsh, i don't mind as long as i get something)

I hummed as I straightened my dress, rocking back and forth. My patience grew thin as I waited for some girl named Quinn to audition. Her perfect blonde locks fell until her hips, showing off her beautiful body and might I add, big arse. She was the definition of perfect and I couldn't help but grow jealous. My name was called and I shot up from my chair, buzzing with excitement and nerves at the same time as I ran towards the stage, beginning my vocal exercises.

'Good luck,' Noah quietly said, interrupting me from my exercises. I turned around and met his nervous expression; he had a feeling I wouldn't win. I knew that because they all wore the same expression.

'Thanks. I did tell you not to worry, I'll blow them away!' I said with conviction, but I was just really trying to convince myself.

'Berry, I've never heard you sing yet you nagged endlessly and I had to get you here. I can't handle weepy women in a two hour ride back to Lima.' He sort of was right in one way. I never showcased my talent because I always believed that too much of something is never good and that people might grow tired of me. I never sang in front of anyone, not even my own dads. I ran away from karaoke parties and made excuses up not to attend any concerts with my friends. I found it hard to believe how I convinced myself that keeping my talent for myself would actually benefit me because it never did, it just made me doubt myself even more.

'I'll blow them away.' With that said, I was politely asked to go on stage and I shared one last look with Noah before they closed the curtains. I shut my eyes and stood in the middle, many pairs of eyes were scanning me. I felt like I couldn't breathe but I wasn't going to mess it up this time. I clutched the microphone so hard that my knuckles turned white but a small snap made me turn to the other direction. The man nodded his head, gesturing to begin. Once the music began playing, I no longer felt nervous. I was at ease and I swayed slowly with my eyes firmly shut close as I sang the first words.

'Love that once hung on the wall,

Used to mean something,

but now it means nothing.'

The song went smoothly until I was about to start the chorus when I opened my eyes and saw a chair move, meaning that someone actually liked me. Someone picked me? Is this actually happening? I looked somewhere else not to get distracted but I couldn't ignore the small cheeky smile coming from a boy with tousled brown hair, who had picked me. He nodded his head when I caught his gaze and I tried to calm down but I couldn't. Two more chairs moved and I avoided the gorgeous man, staring at me with curiosity. I belted a high note at the end of the song and everything went quiet for a few seconds before I heard the deafening sound of the applause. Three of the judges picked me out of four, my heart was jumping and I tried to grasp and swallow this moment as much as possible.

'Wow,' spoke a girl called Sugar, not one of my favorite stars out there. 'For a girl who still wears penny loafers, I expected a Barbie song but that just blew me away.'

'Thanks,' I mumbled in reply and she nodded her head, settling back in her seat.

'The vocals need to be worked on, you put too much strain on them towards the end but otherwise, you're one of the best acts I've seen today.' Artie, I recall, said and I smiled at him. The next one to speak was the one who was studying my every move and note, the boy with tousled hair.

'You know the connection we just shared right now was off the hook. The second you started the song I wanted to buzz you, I really did. And you look so young! How old are you, unknown lady?' He asked with a smirk plastered on his face.

'I'm 18, unknown lady sounds mysteriously nice but I'd like to be known as Rachel Berry.'

'Rachel Berry, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,' I blushed at his comment and noticed how all the other judges looked at him. 'With a beautiful voice.' He added before meeting my eyes again.

'Well Rachel, it's time for you to choose who's team you want to be on. It's either Sugar, Artie or Finn.'

Finn. He had such an American name and to think of it, his name perfectly matched him. I was melting under his sultry gaze filled with lust and desire and before I knew it, my mouth had spoken way too fast.

'I choose Finn.'

'Take 5.' I rushed out of my chair and went in my dressing room, exhaling deeply. Rachel Berry. Who was she? And why did she have to look so beautiful? I rubbed my face and threw myself on the couch, trying to calm down.

'This city absolutely sucks!' Sugar stated as the chairs moved back to their original places. Artie had his hands crossed and I was starting to believe that what she said was true.

'Is it bad that I'm starting to believe that?' I asked with worry in my tone.

'For you, it is.' Artie snapped and I sat back, unbelievably annoyed over how I was treated. Just because I was chosen among singers doesn't mean that I know nothing about music. A beat began playing in the background and my ears automatically grew big. Someone, a girl I suppose, began singing and my hand hit the buzzer before I even knew what was going on. I was confronted by the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Yes, she looked like a 12 year old but her big brown eyes looked at me with fear in them. Her brown locks were slightly curled, landing on her shoulders. She was tiny and I was afraid that she was actually 12, but her voice was older than that.

'I'm breaking free from these memories

Gotta let it go, just let it go

I've said goodbye

Set it all on fire

Gotta let it go, just let it go'

I nodded my head at her, trying to encourage her and to showcase her confidence and that just did it. She held her head high and belted out most high notes, blowing me away. Before I knew it, it was time for her to choose whose team she wants to be on and I was praying that she chose my team. I needed her she could make us win. I didn't need 8 members she was the star.

'I choose Finn.' I heard a small mumble and my heart stopped. Everyone began clapping and she smiled shyly, did that just happen? I got off my chair, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans as she came closer to me. I extended my arms and pulled her in for a hug. She was tiny, very small compared to me.

'You're the brightest star here; you're going to win and thank you for choosing me. I will not fail to help you win, Rachel.' I whispered in her ear and she looked shocked to be complimented and before she left, she put her hand on my arm and mumbled,

'I won't disappoint you.'

I don't even know why I'm so stressed back here, but before I could even breathe, Kurt was in the room with his hair and makeup crew.

'Okay, I need his hair to be combed and styled... for the fifth time today, I'm so sorry guys,' Kurt spoke to the team before coming closer to me and hissing. 'For one day in your entire life, Finnick Hudson, do not mess your hair up.'

I groaned and got up from the couch, moving towards the makeup table with a pout. Kurt, my smaller stepbrother, acted like a father should and he was scary when he wasn't happy. I can't not mess my hair up, I just do that when I'm stressed, which I am. He was short, not more than a 5'7 but he was very intimidating and I would never question his skills after he threw a plate at me in high school. (It landed on my hand, thank god.) If I were at home, I would've snapped at him for being so annoying but since he basically gave me this job, I chose to silently curse him in my mind. They applied very little touches of makeup and sprayed my hair (something I despised but once again, I didn't want to be on Kurt's bad side).

'Okay, so auditions are over for today and you still need one more person in your group. Think you'll find someone here in Denver?' Kurt asked as he sat on a plush chair and sipped some of that disgusting tea he forces himself to drink, saying something about it making his skin look fresh. Whatever that meant.

'Actually,' I tapped my chin with a finger. 'I already found her.'

'You're very funny, Finn.' He placed his tea on the table and began staring at me.

'I'm not joking. Why does everyone think I'm always kidding around? I can be serious at times.' I crossed my arms like a little child and pushed my lower lip out.

Kurt shook his head and sighed, gesturing towards me. 'This is why no one takes you seriously.'

'Rachel Berry.'

'Who's that?' Kurt furrowed his eyebrows and began picking his stuff, placing them in a bag. He was always on work mode; he can't sit for more than 5 minutes without checking in with his colleagues or some online site to see if anyone wrote something about him or his work. He officially turned into a workaholic. For someone who always said that he'd balance between his love life, social life and job, he was just lying to himself since he is single and he does not talk to anyone who's not in his work circle.

'The girl I chose. She was actually phenomenal, her voice lacked training but I think she'll win this.' I stated proudly. If she did win this, maybe Mom and Burt would finally let me out of Kurt's watch. I did need to blossom after all.

'Win this? And she lacked training? That's not possible. She - hold on - Hello?' He walked away from the room and shut the door slowly. I sighed once again and walked after him, I had to get the rest of the auditions over with anyway.

'Berry, that was amazing!' Was the first thing I heard when I came off stage. Noah ran towards me and patted my back, not a gesture I was really used to, and began complimenting me. Noah wasn't really the type of person to run around and compliment people. He was the exact opposite. We only knew each other because we're both Jewish and our parents are friends but besides that, I avoid him at all costs. I don't know what went over me when I knocked on his door, this time last week.

'Rachel! It's a pleasure to see you. Did your dads send you up? Is something wrong? Is anyone getting married? Are they thinking about Hanukah already? But it's still March -'

'Hello, Mrs. Puckerman. Actually, I came to visit Noah.' I tried to interrupt her politely but one thing I learned over the years is that this woman can talk for hours. I sometimes wonder how Noah handles her but brushes me off when I ask him how he's doing. He simply answers with 'You ask way too many questions'.

'Because December isn't ev- wait, who? Did you say Noah? Noah, my son Noah or Noah-'

'Yes, Mrs. Puckerman. Noah, your son.' I answered and plastered a fake smile but she didn't notice that. She was just thrilled that her son had Jewish connections.

'You can go sit in the lounge, I'll send him down in a second.' She ran off before I could thank her and I stood there, wondering if I really just did that. I had two options, I could run away and even if I were questioned by Noah, I'd just snort and tell him his mom is going insane or I could go complete the task by entering the house and waiting for him but before I could decide what to do, he opened the door a little wider.

'Berry? What are you doing here?' He asked, utterly confused. I walked in and entered the lounge, wiping my dress even though it was spotless.

'I need your help.' I blurted out as soon as he was in the room. He leaned against the wall and thought for a while before uttering an answer.

'I will not have sex with you.'

'Really, Noah? Do you really think I'd come all the way here and ask you to have, none less, sex with me?' I practically bit his head off but he had an amused smirk on his face and I knew that this is what he exactly wanted.

'Honestly, yes.'

'Will you help me?' I asked, getting straight to the point. I was in no mood to pretend that we're playing house. He can go role-play with those girls that follow him around like lost puppies at school.

'Depends.'

'Okay then, I need a ride to some place at around 10 in the morning on Saturday.' For some bizarre reason, I thought he'd actually agree and take me before he barked his answer.

'On a Saturday? No, shit Berry.'

'You don't need to use square words, Noah.' I uttered with my eyes closed.

'What the fu-'

'Do you guys want anything to drink? Some water, juice, milkshake or oh oh! Maybe some snacks that are -' Mrs. Puckerman began speaking as soon as she stepped in the room, disturbing the past conversation we were having.

'Thank you, Mom.' Noah said, he even knew how much she spoke. Not shocking. She smiled before she closed the door softly and Noah's eyes were back to mine.

'Please.' I murmured quietly and he sighed before shaking his head.

'What's in it for me?' He asked, still not looking at me. This was something you'd rarely see in Noah, his good quiet side.

'You can get anything you want from me, whether it's homework or lunch. Just keep your options reasonable.'

It felt like decades before he finally answered with a simple 'okay'.

'Really? Thankyouthankyou thankyou! What do you want, like which do you choose?' Excitement was rushing through my veins and I was trying not to jump up and down from happiness.

'When the time comes, I'll tell you. I'll see you on Saturday; now get out of my house Berry. I need to continue playing black ops.'

'I told you I'd do okay.' I answered back and pulled him in for a hug instead. He stiffened for a second but reciprocated after he got used to the feeling.

'Okay? That was better than okay! You're better than any of those people sitting on that panel.' He exclaimed, using hand gestures to clarify what he was saying.

'Maybe you're right.' I whispered and he smiled.

'So, what's the plan? Same old Lima?'

'No.' I muttered and he tilted his head in confusion.

'No?'

'Nope.' I said, popping the p. He nodded and looked around, thinking about something. But before any of us could say anything, someone softly knocked on the door and a little head appeared, a head with messy brown hair. Scratch that, it didn't look messy anymore.

'Rache- oh oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you guys.'

'No dude, it's totally fine. I'll be in the car, Berry.' Puck nodded his head at Finn as a greeting and walked away, meeting my gaze before leaving.

'Boyfriend?' He casually asked and I snorted, something very unladylike.

'Ha never. He's just a family friend, or something like that.'

'Reminds of the it's complicated option on Facebook.' He smiled and sat on one of the chairs.

'He's not really my type. I bribed him into getting me here, actually. Waking up before 3pm on a Saturday is not his favorite thing to do.' I shrugged and walked towards a table, drinking a little bit of water to calm myself. I was so pumped that I actually wanted to go back outside and sing, whether there's an audience or not. No wonder why singers loved touring.

'Oh? You're not from here, I take it.'

'No, I'm not. I'm actually from Lima, Ohio.'

A small chuckle escaped him and he exclaimed, 'the farm town!'

'Excuse me?'

'No no no, don't take it in an offensive way or anything. My mom used to live there before I was born. Last month she visited and complained about how much of a farm town it was. She kept asking herself how she lived there for 18 years of her life.' He continued chuckling and I half smiled at the thought of his mother complaining.

'May I ask you a question?' I suddenly blurted out and he stopped chuckling and smiled.

'Of course you can.'

'I don't mean anything bad but... What do you do for a career?' I hated how curious I got at times but I had this tall, adorable, dimple faced boy sitting in a chair next to me that I knew nothing about but then again, he knew nothing about me too. For once, it didn't bother me that I was not the center of attention. It felt weird, wanting to know about others.

'I get that a lot,' he smiled and sank deeper in his chair, before speaking again. 'Well, to be completely honest, I don't know just yet. I'm still in college and I'm just rolling around different angles. I chose minors but a major... not sure.'

'Wha-' before I could continue my sentence, a knock was heard and a producer came in.

'Finn! Kurt's furious and he's been looking for you for the past 5 minutes. He ate my ass off all because of you.'

'5 minutes, He must be tired of sending people out to look for me.' Finn's sarcastic tone couldn't be ignored. I shuffled my brain for a Kurt. His manager, the host, executive producer, stage manager? The name just left me blank.

'Actually, he only sent me and told me he trusted me to get you back in 5 minutes so we have less than,' he paused to check his watch. '90 seconds.'

'Awesome.' Finn spoke with such sarcasm and got up the chair. He pulled his phone out and looked around the room. 'Hello? Yes, I'm fine... Why would you think someone would kidnap me? No, Kurt... But I took her out last night... I'm not responsible for her amuse- okay; I'll be there in a few... Stop picking on Dave... Yeah whatever. Bye.'

'Lets go, 20 seconds.' Dave, I assumed, announced.

'I have about 5 more minutes before he leaves. He vowed to scratch my car with his pen if I were late so no biggie, you can go back. Thank you, Dave.'

'Of course, Finn.' Dave closed the door softly and the room grew quiet.

'I'll have to go but it was a wonder meeting you, Rachel. Are you coming tomorrow?' He asked after he put his phone back in his pocket.

'Tomorrow?' I repeated voice filled with confusion.

'Oh crap, crap crap crap. I came here to tell you about that. Ah yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow is what we call the meet up day, you'll see the rest of the people from my chosen group and you'll sing, so pick a song, in front of the group. We'll also have one on one's so we can continue this interrupted conversation tomorrow. Goodbye, Rachel!'

Before I knew it, he was out the door and I was glued to the floor. That was when it finally hit me; I'm in The Voice.