A/N: So I'm back again! For those of you joining for the first time, I have a Bellice fic in progress (which I have not given up on, I swear) and am expanding to the Glee universe, and in particular Faberry. I truly don't understand why there isn't some sort of story of their clear love for one another in the show... but we can dream. :P So I decided that I would write it myself. This will follow the actual story from the show in some ways, including certain scenes, and other times it will stray away. So if you don't want spoilers from Season 1, be careful about reading! Also, this starts with 'The Power of Madonna' and goes from there, but does include flashbacks to before. This is mainly going to be focused on Quinn, as I find her character really fascinating, but there are of course going to be plenty of Rachel moments. I'm kinda nervous about this story, as I don't tend to write things which have any sort of humour in it at all, so this is new. I'm really hoping I've managed to capture the characters' personalities properly, and that the things they say/do will at least make you chuckle. I'm sorry if I failed miserably. I also have no idea where I'm going with this, I just had to write something Faberry, and this is what came of it.

Please read and review, as reviews really do inspire me to keep writing, and I was feedback so I know where I'm going wrong, and what you would like to see.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, only the pieces of plot that I have added in here because Quinn and Rachel are clearly so very gay for one another.

Chapter 1 – Don't Mean Nothin'

The Biro scribbled over the lined paper, steadily drawing a caricature of Rachel Berry. Her nose was enlarged, her teeth made to look similar to a horse, and above her head the word "LOSER" was scrawled, drawn over several times as if to reinforce the statement even more so. Quinn absentmindedly continued her drawing as there was nothing else better to do in the rehearsal room it seemed. Santana and Brittany were, as usual inseparable, heads bent together talking. Quinn was sure she'd be allowed to sit with them if she wanted to, but they were both still in their Cheerio uniforms, and she didn't feel comfortable as she was no longer captain and instead had what looked like a melon growing rapidly beneath her dress. She scribbled a little harder on the picture. Tina sat behind Mercedes, gently toying with her hair, both seemingly daydreaming. Rachel was watching what Quinn was drawing, and trying to pretend it didn't bother her. It really did.

Rachel tore her eyes away from the page begrudgingly, and spoke up.

"Can I ask you guys something... private?" Santana instantly whipped her head around to regard Rachel with scrutinising eyes.

"Yes, you should move to Israel," She said, an insolent smile plastered on her lips. Quinn sniggered. Rachel continued to ignore the insults, and instead moved to the front of the class. Quinn stopped drawing and looked up at Rachel inquisitively. She looked Rachel up and down, and grimaced at the outfit she was wearing.

"It's about dating..." Rachel continued. Something inside Quinn jumped at her words, and touched her belly, wondering if it was too early to feel the baby or not. She tried to hide her concern with a well practiced smirk that came from her time as a cheerleader and general high school bitch. She managed to tune out her voice for a while, growing bored, and then suddenly Man-Hands was talking about a 'hypothetical' make-out session that was 'erotic' and there was that feeling again, this time followed by a shortness of breath.

"Would you please stop talking, you're grossing out my baby." Quinn said, the words falling from her lips patronisingly and all too easily. Rachel, again, ignored her. Santana was seemingly trying to give Rachel advice, but her advice wasn't exactly great.

"Just do what I do; never say no."

"Oh, totally! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?" Brittany said thoughtlessly. Quinn flinched and the room when quiet momentarily. "Oh, right. Sorry, Quinn," Brittany said almost apologetically. She shrugged it off. She didn't want to hear about this. RuPaul's 'hypothetical' boyfriend may have been mad at her for saying no to sex, but Quinn wished desperately that she could have been in Rachel's position. Able to say no. She'd much rather have had Puck mad at her, and not be pregnant, but those wine coolers had clouded her judgement that day, and he kept telling her she wasn't fat, and she had been mad at Finn, and well... everybody really, and then her life had turned entirely upside down. She swallowed her anger. Mr Schue intervened, and Quinn's anger continued to flare. She had been feeling fairly anti-men recently. The bell rang, but she still had something to say to Mr Schue.

"The fact is that a woman still earns seventy cents to every dollar that a man does for doing the same job. That attitude starts in high school..." Mr Schue silently regarded her as she brushed past him clutching her books.

Once Quinn was in the hallway, she sighed and saw the familiar shape of Rachel bouncing away from her. Before she could stop herself she was opening her mouth and calling out to her.

"Hey, Berry!" Rachel stopped and turned, looking at Quinn warily. Quinn approached her slowly, finding she really didn't have the energy to run to catch up with the midget anxiously awaiting her. She was already pissed off, and now she was pissed off and confused as she had no idea why she was allowing herself to be seen with Stubbles in the hallway. She was already low enough as it was on the popularity scale.

"Yes, Quinn?" Rachel asked shrilly, trying to pretend she wasn't slightly scared and slightly awed at McKinley's previous queen bee daring to be seen with her.

"Look, I'm not sure why I'm trying to help you. I probably just pity you or something as your life is already embarrassing enough, just... Don't sleep with Jesse unless you're really ready for it, okay? Look where it got me. I've lost..." She trailed off, unwilling to show weakness in front of anyone else, Man-Hands in particular, "Just don't be an idiot. Don't let him pressure you into anything. Don't ever let anyone do that to you, okay, RuPaul?" She found she couldn't bring herself to say Rachel's real name. Rachel looked shocked still.

"Thank you, Quinn. I really appreciate you talking to me like this. It's very kind of you, and I-" Quinn had had enough now. How could so many words be used for something as simple as a 'thank you'?

"Save it. See you later." And Quinn was gone.