AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi there! This is my first ever Glee fanfic– so PLEASE, don't judge me. I wouldn't make an outstanding fanfic, but this is basically the best I can do :3

Oh, by the way, Glee Club doesn't exist, or well, it does exist but it really sucks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee! And the name was inspired by a Fabereittana community.

SUMMARY: Everyone would think Quinn Fabray spends her time hanging out in parties or rehearsing cheerleading routines, as she is the capitain of the Cheerios and most popular girl at McKinley High. But she has a hidden talent, one she wished the world could see and appreciate. Luckily for her, three girls are going through similar situations, and the four will unite and share an unbreakable bond between them. See how Quinn makes her dreams come true, finds love and goes through an awful lot of drama. Faberrittana friendship, Finchel, Quick, Brittana, maybe some Klaine.

-Awful! Do it again, this time make it right!- Sue Sylvester's voice blasted through the speakers.

She rolled her eyes at a confused Brittany starting the routine with her left foot, instead of her right. As the coach of the Cheerios team from McKinley High, her job was to make her Cheerios win Regionals– no, Nationals. And they would do that by practicing a lot. Besides, it was fun.

-Brittany, your right foot!- She shouted.

Brittany groaned as a random cheerleader glared at her. She shrugged it off: that Cheerio was always mean to everyone.

-Again from the top!- Sue ordered.

The Cheerios started their routine again, this time perfectly, not making a single mistake. Sue sighed. She could see slight insecurity in Brittany's eyes, especially when it came to recognizing what foot should she step with.

-You think this is hard? This might be the easiest routine I have ever planned!- Sue exclaimed. -Do it again!

-I'm exhausted,- Brittany mumbled.

All the Cheerios stood on the girls' locker room, about to shower. Most were complaining.

-Well, it is worth it. That way, we'll win Nationals,- Santana, another Cheerio, pointed out.

Some agreed. Some argued. Quinn Fabray didn't really care. All she tried to do was to make her best and be Sue's favourite Cheerio. But deep down inside, she wasn't really sure. She had lived through pleasing Sue Sylvester and the entire school, holding a weight extremely hard to lift. That was how pressure felt like. And she felt that every single day.

Quinn sighed and got into the shower. She always felt relaxed on times like that, when she was alone. She felt the warmth of the water touch her skin and smiled. Almost naturally, she started to sing.

Small town homecoming queen

She's the star in this scene

There's no way to deny she's lovely

Perfect skin, perfect hair

Perfumed hearts everywhere

Tell myself that inside she's ugly

Maybe I'm just jealous

I can't help but hate her

Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her

[Chorus:]

She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band

She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands

She gets the top bunk I'm sleeping on the floor

She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door

Senior class president

She must be heaven sent

She was never the last one standing

A backseat debutante

Everything that you want

Never too harsh or too demanding

Maybe I'll admit it

I'm a little bitter

Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her

[Chorus]

Oh and I'm just the girl next door

I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself

I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else

She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band

She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands

I get a little bit, she gets a little more

She's Miss America and... she's Miss America

I'm just the girl next door...

Quinn's eyes filled with water, which was definitely not the water from the shower. She knew she was the prom queen, the cheerleader. The one who stole anyone's chances of an amazing year. And honestly, she felt awful about it. Quinn Fabray wasn't the arrogant Cheerio everyone thought she was. No, she was so much more than that. But proving it meant risking her popularity– and right now, being on the top of the social pyramid was the best choice. Even though she didn't really enjoy it. Because it was way harder than what people always thought.

Hours later, Quinn was standing by her locker, watching on the corner of her eye a brunette staring at her. It was creeping Quinn out, but she decided to wait. The brunette sighed.

"Okay, Rachel," she said to herself, not loud enough for Quinn to hear. "She's got the talent. You just have to convince her. And she can help you become a star, and you must value it."

Rachel walked up to Quinn and smiled. -Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, even though you might already know that...- Her phrase faded away as Quinn gave her a "who-the-hell-are-you" look. -...okay...- Rachel continued, -I've seen you.

-Of course you've seen me, I'm capitain of the Cheerios. Plus you've been staring at me for, like, an hour,- Quinn replied.

-No, I've seen you... Earlier. Today.

Quinn bit her lip. Today... Either the Cheerios routine, Science class, Spanish class or her song in the shower.

-W-what do you mean?- Quinn asked nervously.

-Quinn, you've got a gift. You sing amazingly... I mean, I'm the best, but you could easily be the second.- Rachel said.

Quinn cursed to herself. It was supposed to be kept a secret. She wasn't joining Glee Club or something.

-Look, Rachel, I feel flattered, but I've got a reputation to protect,- Quinn answered simply. -I've never been slushied before. And I want to finish high school and still say that.

-I've been slushied hundreds of times. Hell, even thousands. Yet, I'm happy. Because I'm doing something I want to. Are you?- Rachel asked.

Quinn was shocked. She looked at Rachel, speechless, and Rachel knew Quinn wasn't feeling happy.

-Just.. Give me a call if you change your mind.- Rachel wrote down her number and handed it to Quinn. With that, she walked away.

And Quinn stuck the number to the inside door or the locker.