This is my very first attempt at fan fiction writing. Thought of the idea behind the story today, so I thought I'd give it a go. I may or may not continue with this story. Not quite sure, but if you like it and would like to see more, then please let me know.

Thank you in advance, and enjoy :)

"School's out for Summer." She quietly sings to herself, as she clears out her locker. The perfect Alice Cooper song to express her emotions at this moment. Today's Rachel Berry's last day as a Junior at William McKinley High School, and she couldn't be happier. One year closer to her hopeful departure from good ol' Lima, Ohio. One year away from living in New York City, where she'll work her butt off to land every part afforded to her or at least what her talent can get. She isn't naïve in thinking that she'll make it once she steps foot into the City, but she has a lot of hope. One step at time she tells herself, one step at a time.

She finally closes her locker after having spaced out for a few minutes, before she turns on her heels and heads towards the exit. Her phone rings before she can push the door open, it's her dad. "I'm coming outside now dad," she says into the phone. After a few seconds, her 'thank God I'm getting out of here' smile turns down as she listens to her dad on the other line. He just told her that his board meeting is running a bit late, so he has to stay for one or two more hours. I guess I'll be walking home, she says to no one in particular. It's lovely out.

As she walks down the steps, iPod in hand, a little Barbra to accompany her on her walk, she catches the eye of Quinn. Quinn Fabray, resident McKinley High HBIC Cheerio with a penchant for tormenting her life. They stare at each other for, God knows how long before a scowl shows up on Quinn's face, and she quickly turns away. Rachel just shakes her head and starts walking out of the parking lot.

Ten minutes later, it's raining and she's soaked all the way down to her Penny loafers. Cursing under her breath, because the weather was great a few minutes ago, and now her clothes are clinging to her body.

She's not too sure what took place between her and Rachel in the parking lot, but if their stare-off was any indication of what was to come, let's just say that their 'relationship was about to reach another level of difficulty.

Over the past few days, I've had a few epiphanies about what my actions have meant towards Rachel. Especially after our heated conversation on stage by the piano. It was more of a one-sided conversation really, with me telling her how she's too good for this town, and how she should let go of Finn and move on. If anyone else was a witness to our talk they would see how much I care for her, which I do. I didn't realize how much though, until I started replaying all the interactions I've had with her over the years, things I've said, written, and physically done. Which constantly makes me wonder how I was so oblivious to what was right in front of me.

I have feelings for one Rachel Berry. Feelings that I'm still not all too comfortable to address, but they are there, and I can't completely run away from them now.

I usually make a left out of McKinley's parking lot, but I had to stop at the supermarket to pick up some things for my mom so she could cook dinner tonight. She's trying to rebuild our relationship, and she things us cooking together will do that. I might as well try...right? So, I take a right out of the lot instead, hoping that by the time I get to the supermarket there aren't any long lines. I just want to relax after a long day at school. Begin my Summer break.

Surprisingly it starts to rain, and as I'm slowly driving along, argyle and a very short plaid skirt catches my eye. I immediately think it's Rachel because seriously, who else dresses like that? I contemplate offering her a ride, but you remember the parking lot and you scowling at her. But she's walking in the rain, her clothes are soaking wet, and you're not sure how much longer she needs to go before she reaches home or wherever it is that she's going.

You roll down the windows and shout, "Rachel!" It seems like she hears me, but she doesn't turn around, so I shout again. "Rachel! Get in the car." She quickly swings her head around, a la the little girl from the The Exorcist.

She just stands there looking at you for a minute before she says, "Quinn, what can I do for you?"

"Get in the car," you say again.

"I don't like it when people order me around me around Quinn. You should know that by now."

I can sense that she's slightly annoyed, so I huff at her before I say, "It's raining, you're wet, and I'm trying to offer you a ride here."

"Why?" she asks, a little intrigued.

I just shrug my shoulders. "It's raining," I repeat.

Walking hesitantly over to the car, she opens the door, sits down and quietly says, "Thanks."

I drive in silence for the next five minutes, nothing but the the inhale and exhale of our collective breathes invading the silence between us.

"You can make a right turn at the next stop sign," Rachel says, and I do just that.

A few more minutes of silence between us now feels like an eternity. She asks me to stop at the tan house on her right. As I park my car outside her house, I'm unsure of what to say. How ironic. I'm contemplating about asking her what she'll be doing for the Summer. I'm interested.

"So, what are you doing for the Summer," I finally ask.

"Why do you want to know?" she says.

Answering a question with a question. God, why can't she just tell me.

"I'm just curious Rachel. That's all," I tell her while she's staring away at me. It looks like the wheels are rapidly turning over each other in her head. Searching for what to say next. Suddenly she opens the door, and climbs out of the car. Is she really not going to answer me I thought. She's so frustrating! Why am surprised. Before she closes the door she opens the zip of her bag, pulls out a card, and places it on the seat.

"That's what I'm doing for the Summer," she says. Before I can pick up the card, Rachel thanks me again for the ride, and tells me to have a good Summer. With that she leaves without waiting for me to say anything.

I watch her walk up the stairs to her house, open and close the door before I can register what just happened.

The card reads: Welcome to the Columbus Ballet Company's Summer long auditions for the Fall lead in the production of The Nutcracker. Auditions begin July 3rd.

I pull away from Rachel's house after reading the card over and over again.

Looks like I found what I'll be doing this Summer.