This is my first ever Glee story, it's my all time favorite show and because of that I'm a little nervous about how good this will be.

Your opinions and comments would be very much appreciated.

The more you comment, the more often I'll write

I had at one point posted this story, but I got pulled away, so I decided to fix a few of the grammer issues and repost. Tell me what you guys think okay?

This is set before Rachel found out about Finn and Santana

Rachel's POV

Rachel found herself glancing up at the clock every few minutes or so while her teacher rambled in the background. At four minutes left, she slammed her book shut and then placed her pink folder neatly on top of it. Another glance at the clock informed her that there was less than two minutes before class would end. The teacher had apparently given up on her lecture, as she most often did about this time and had sat back behind her desk. Rachel gathered her books up in her arms, and having the bell timed to perfection, she would slide out of her seat a nano-second before the bell actually chimed to announce that school was over.

As a result, the bright-eyed girl would be the first into the hallway as she walked with confidence in her chosen direction. Despite her status being one of the lowest at this school, she never allowed that to deter the idea that she had star potential and because of that she should be treated like a star. Unfortunately, not everybody agreed with that line of thought, and that reminder was made fresh in her mind as she turned the corner to go to her locker and was greeted by a thick purple slushie in her face.

She let out a gasp and jumped back, but it was too late. She could feel the ice cold sticky sweet drink run through her hair. Down her neck, down into her shirt and her bra, she didn't want to think of where else. She used her free hand to wipe the slushie out of her eyes, when she felt someone take her books out of her hand.

"Rachel, are you alright?"

She could feel as a cloth was run gently across her eyes, helping her get the gunk that was making them burn out. Opening her bright brown eyes and looking upon Finn's worried face, shaking her head and glancing away, feeling embarrassed. Finn may have been her boyfriend, but that didn't mean that she was okay with being humiliated in front of him. She had to fight back tears as she turned away from him and pushed her way into the girls bathroom, leaving him standing there holding her books.

She knew this routine by now, this had happened enough times that she was becoming really very efficient at removing most signs of having been slushied in the first place. Well almost. There wasn't much she could do about her stained bra or sticky shirt. She rang her hair out once she could feel that all of the sticky was gone before letting it fall back, looking at herself in the mirror. 'come on.. No point in letting them know they get to you.. That empowers them to do it again' she would smile and nod in agreement to her own thoughts.

About ten minutes later she stepped into the choir room with her head held high, as confident as ever. Pretending that she hadn't noticed the looks that were given to her by her fellow glee mates, they knew why she had been late, but they also knew that it did no good to talk about it. Each of them had felt the cold sting of a slushie facial, and the humiliation that came along with it.

"Hey Rachel, we were getting worried"

She turns her attention towards the man who spoke to her, and smiled her thanks as she slid her dark, slightly damp hair behind her ear.

"It's nice of you to worry Mr. Schue, but I'm fine.."

Will offered a nod as Rachel moved past the piano to take her familiar place by Finn, who had saved her a seat. She stole a glance towards Finn, noticing the look on his face, she would turn to face Mr. Schue.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Finn asked in a hushed voice, but before Rachel could reply, Mr. Schue called for the class' attention.

"Okay! Now that everyone is here we can get to work on our next assignment. I know you guys liked it when we did the ballads"

He would ignore the look of distaste throughout the classroom.

"I know that you give heart in your performances. It's what makes you different from the competition, but I want you guys to take that a step further. You know what it's like singing to each other about your feelings and expressing yourself.. But what about expressing yourself like that to someone your not as comfortable with. Someone who has made a significant impact on your life. Someone that you never get to see, I want you to think about the feelings that person has caused and then find a song that demonstrates those feelings."

Immediately, different ideas began racing through Rachel's mind of all the people that she'd really like to say something to and if she had the chance what song she would use to say it. At once, her thoughts were devoted to Barbara Streisand, no actress or singer had ever impacted her life as Barbara had and she had always known what song she would sing were she given the chance. She popped out of her seat as Mr. Schue dismissed them and walked towards the piano.

"Mr. Schue, I'd like to discuss song selections with you"