So I know I've sort of abandoned my last story but the reason behind it all sort of just disappeared. My angst just, poof. Aha. Well this fic is pretty much done I just need to read through it all and depending how people like it things may change, details added... or un-added if that's your preference. =) Anyways Disclaimer? Easy, not mine never will be. It's just nice putting faces to characters in my head.

This is just an intro to everything. So, on with the story. =) Hope you like it.

Rachel Berry was never one who had a mass of friends. Close friends anyway. She attributes this to her parents' divorce when she was only six years old. She chose her father and her mother didn't argue. In her child mind her mother was never there, she worked all day and argued with her husband in the evenings, leaving the young girl to the many books she brought home.

Her father, Hiram, spoiled and adored her. She was after all his only child. He whisked her away to the small town on Lima, Ohio. There he met and married Leroy. Hiram was her daddy and Leroy became her dad. Rachel loved her father's but doesn't deny that every now and then she missed her mommy who, when she was home, would sing her a song and read her a story before going to sleep.

Her mother, Shelby, was a strong beautiful woman with a even more beautiful voice. That's how Rachel remembers her, that's all she remembers. She honestly hasn't seen her since her 7th birthday.

During elementary school she became good friends with a boy, his name was Mike Chang. Together they explored the wonders of Nintendo and anime, skateboarding and drawing. He was the brother she never had, and the best of her friends until he moved away before 6th grade. After this she can count her number of friends on one hand. Over the years of middle school and high school she learned she wasn't one to give into things like drinking or smoking. She preferred her time alone, playing the latest game on her gameboy sp, buried in her newest discovery at the library, sitting on her patio with her sketch book, or strumming along to the songs on the radio. She never sang. No, her mother was the singer in the family. Or she was.

Again, she never really knew her mother.

Rachel woke to the sound of taps on her bedroom window. Her first thought was 'nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.'

"No more Eddy Poe before bed Rach." She muttered crawling to the foot of her bed to peak out of the window.

"Rach! Open the fucking window before I freeze my tits off!" came an angry voice.

Rachel only groaned as she unlocked the window, shoving it lightly to let the intruder know it was open.

"Do you ever go home?"

"Whatever bish, you know if I never visited you, you would end up a lonely old spinster woman surrounded by a multitude of cats, books lining the walls, and eating yourself like Pizza the Hut." Her friend replied while digging through the walk in closet for an extra pillow and blanket, because Rachel got moody if you stole one of her six pillows on her bed with her.

Rachel gave out a light chuckle and spared a glance at her best friend as she settled into the couch on the opposite side of the room, and then she cuddled into her body pillow. "So, I'm guessing the party was a lame one?"

"Bish, why else would I be here?"

"Love you too, go to sleep."

Following a yawn and some shuffling around the couch the girl simply replied, "just keeping it real, Rae."

And that was her best friend, Santana Lopez.

This time it wasn't a tapping that woke her up, it was her phone.

In the time of phones that were only really capable of ringtones that were actual tones, sometimes it was hard to tell what song it was. Rachel grunted, knowing it wasn't one Santana Lopez calling.

"Hello?" Rachel answered, rubbing some sleep out of her eyes. It was only 2 in the morning after all.

"Rach?" came a slightly feminine voice.

"A duh. What's up?" So she lost a bit of her manners. Again, 2 in the morning.

"She's really drunk. Can she stay here?" came the voice again, with more than a hint of annoyance.

"Here? As in my house?" she huffed out, her own annoyance seeping out.

"Uh, yeah. We are outside right now."

Sure enough when Rachel peaked out of her window she saw a black suv in her driveway.

"dammit." She muttered. All she wanted was some sleep. "Why can't she stay at yours?"

Cause seriously, she's already in your vehicle, she thought.

"Well my dad has me on lock down so I need to leave her here."

"Really? Lock down? Why the heck are you out at 2 in the morning with a drunk junior in your car?" Yeah, she wasn't going to let that 2 am fact be forgotten.

"Whatever, Rach. Just get out here and let her stay."

She hung up, scoffing at the item like it was the bringer of the apocalypse before throwing on a hoodie and some skeakers. Once she was outside she half carried a rather intoxicated girl up the stairs with the help of another. They deposited her on her bed. The drunk one instantly snoring away, her hair a complete mess and still in her jeans.

Serves her right. Sleeping in jeans sucks. Rachel thought before covering her with a blanket.

Rachel turned to find her counterpart already leaving the room.

She sighed. There goes Kurt Hummel.

And here stays Mercedes Jones.

One is her best friend while the other, not so much.

Is it bad to like one best friend more than the other?

Grabbing one, ONE pillow, she curled up on the couch with a tiny, totally nonexistent scowl on her face.

"At least Tana takes the couch." Rachel reasoned aloud.