AN: Tbh as much as i enjoyed watching glee in its earlier seasons I never did finish watching it (I'm trying to now since all of it is on netflix) but I've always enjoyed Faberry as well as a little bit of Pezberry. and lately i have found myself reading faberry fanfic after fanfic so much so that I decided that even though the show is over I just had to write my own. So here it is my very first Glee fic.

It was a beautiful day, one of the last few of the school year. Rachel sat on the soccer field with her two best friends Noah and Santana. They'd been teasing each other and joking around when Santana had made a suggestive remark to Rachel.

"I'm not gay, Santana" Rachel stated with a small smile. "I've never even kissed a girl"

Santana and Noah grinned at each other, "I'll give you ten bucks if you kiss Santana right now." Noah said as he pulled a ten out of his wallet.

"Come on Berry, You can't stand there wearing that and flirting with me like you were and NOT kiss me. I mean I've been staring at you cleavage since you walked over here."

Rachel blew out a breath and smiled. "alright but only this once and only because I think it's important to experience new things. I mean it's not like..." Santana rolled her eyes at the shorter brunette and silenced her by pressing their lips together in a simple kiss.

To say that Rachel was surprised by how good it felt was a massive understatement. 'way better than that boy from vocal camp last year' Her eyes closed and she leaned into it a little more not wanting it to end but it did end as all things do. She snatched the ten Noah was holding but no longer paying attention to. "So hot. so worth it." he smirked at the girls.

"So?" Santana asked expectantly.

"I will admit that it was a fairly pleasant experience although I don't believe that one kiss is enough to determine conclusively that I'm attracted to women."

-Freshman year-

Rachel thought about that moment a lot, it had been her last year of middle school. It had also been the last year that Puck and Santana had been her friends. The moment they stepped into William McKinley High their roles were cast and while Santana and Noah were immediately accepted and became part of the "In" crowd Rachel had been deemed a loser. She was to loud and she talked to much and her unique sense of fashion simply wasn't appreciated. Suddenly she was alone. No friends to talk to about games or the newest movies. No one to go shopping with. No one to walk home with. And worst of all no shoulder to cry on when the person that used to be one of her best friends threw an ice-cold slushie in her face.

Santana had new friends now, Brittany Pierce, whom Rachel actually thought seemed nicer, although a little slower, than the rest of the Cheerios, and Quinn Fabray, the bane of Rachel's existence. Quinn was beautiful and intelligent and did she mention beautiful. But underneath that beautiful face was an icy soul. Quinn Fabray was the reason that Santana was no longer Rachel's friend. She was also the reason Noah had thrown that slushie in her face. Quinn Fabray, even as a freshman, was the HBIC. The thing that Rachel disliked most about Quinn though wasn't how Quinn stole her friends or how the blonde tortured her every chance she got, no, the thing that annoyed Rachel the most was the fluttering in her stomach whenever she looked blonde. It was her eyes, there seemingly ever changing hazel. Sometimes Quinn's eyes seemed to be so sad and lonely but it was only ever for a brief moment before the mask slid right back into place. Rachel could remember the first time she'd seen Quinn.

It was after the Cheerios tryouts, she'd gone with Santana to support her even though she knew Santana would do great. Quinn had walked off the field as Santana was walking on and Rachel's eye's met Quinn's they stood there staring at each other for what felt like several minutes but was probably only about 30 seconds and Rachel saw so many different emotions pass over the blonde's face. Most of the expressions she could recognize pretty quickly, there was fear and excitement, a brief moment of sadness, and then there was the one that threw her. That expression was one Rachel had never seen before but it was the one she couldn't get out of her head despite it being quickly replaced with and stony expression as she got shoved aside. " a picture would last longer," the blonde had snipped as she walked away. Rachel tried to apologize but before she could even get a word out the blonde was gone and Santana was walking out of her tryout with a huge grin on her face.

Rachel groaned of all the people to have a crush on it had to be Quinn.

"Move it Manhands." Quinn put her hands on her hips as she stared down Rachel.

Rachel sent pleading look to Santana but it was ignored. "You heard her Treasure trail, get out of our way," Santana snapped.

Rachel bit her bottom lip and willed away the tears as she stepped to the side and cast her eyes down to the ground.

Freshman year was the worst one of her life. Each day that passed Santana and Quinn seemed to get meaner. There were unflattering pictures of her drawn on bathroom walls, The awful nicknames, and the ice-cold slushies every day. She learned though. she learned to keep her head up and walk quickly. She learned to keep two sets of extra clothes as well as a towel in her locker, she learned to avoid the cafeteria and which bathrooms were always empty and which hallways were the least crowded she learned exactly how long it took to get to each of her classes and to wait until the very last moment to leave the safety of a classroom. Mostly though she learned how to be okay with being alone by focusing on a singular dream that she'd had since she was 4, Broadway.

That year was the year Rachel decided she would do anything it took to get away from Lima, Ohio, because while she'd always known that she was meant for bigger things she had been fairly content to spend her extra time with Noah (who grossly went by Puck now) and Santana instead of putting those hours into extra vocal training or more dance classes. Without them she didn't have anymore excuses so she set a rigorous schedule for herself which served two purposes, the first, preparing her for her future, the second, distracting her from her loneliness.

By the end of her freshman year Rachel had an extremely detailed plan of how she was going to reach her Broadway dream and the first step was to take over the glee club and she knew exactly how she was going to do that. She'd seen the way that the current director of the glee club was with some of his male students and was more than prepared to turn him in for his inappropriate behavior, but she also knew that that would be the end of the glee club unless a new faculty advisor came along so for the moment she held her tongue and waited.

A/N

So this is the I'm not totally sure how many chapters there will be I suppose it depends on if this story even gets any attention. (although i mostly write for myself these days) Like I said at the beginning I like the idea of Santana and Rachel being friends as well as Puck and Rachel being friends. and eventually they will get back to being friends. Slowly though (probably) because that's just how I roll.