A/N: I've had this saved to my computer for months but idk if i wanted to post it or not but lately I've been wanting to continue with this idea so why not. this is based in the 1920s so yeah. Historical accurate is most likely inaccurate so if that bothers you, don't read it.

Also sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! If you'd like to beta this fic than let me know!

PS. Most characters belong to FOX or whoever not me so ya.

No One Has to Know

Chapter One

Rachel Berry wanted it all. No, needed. She needed it all. To be known and loved by everyone. Ever since she was a little girl Rachel knew she was destined for something bigger than Lima Ohio. Fame. Stardom. The whole jazz. Living in a small town in Ohio did make her dreams quite difficult unfortunately. That doesn't mean Rachel gave up her dreams though. Simply thinking about giving up made her sick to her stomach.

To make her dreams a reality Rachel had joined every club in high school. Even started some herself. Just to get her name out there. Rachel had grown to love every club and team but glee club had her heart. Rachel thought the day that Finn Hudson joined glee club was the best moment of her life. When she first laid eyes on Finn Hudson she knew he was going to be hers. Rachel wanted him, and what Rachel wanted, Rachel got. Finn was perfect. Her dream boy. Everything she'd ever wanted. Tall, hansom, kind, and a great singer to boot. When the two finally got together during the last few months of sophomore year, Rachel knew her life was headed in the right direction.

Rachel and Finn continued to dated through the rest of high school. Sure they got into a lot fights but what couple didn't? Especially when Rachel refused to let a man "own" her. After graduation Finn went to a small business school just outside of Lima. Rachel stayed in Lima while taking dramatic arts classes at the community college and being a regular participant at play house. Halfway through Finn's third year of business school he'd received an amazing job offer so he dropped out. Rachel continued with community college for a few months longer but eventually quit. Finn kept telling her she needed to come back to reality and focus on doing real things. Like cooking and cleaning. Rachel finally decided that dreams were stupid and learnt everything that Finn said she should know. The two got married a month later and Rachel couldn't wait to start a family.

Rachel being Rachel wanted kids right away. Finn didn't. Two weeks after their wedding he had been offered a really great promotion which would require him and Rachel to move out of Ohio. At first Rachel was doubtful. What if anything ever happened to Finn? She would need an education in order to support herself, which other than high school she had very little of. Then Finn mentioned that if he took the job that would mean living in New York. City. Rachel had her bags packed faster than she could say "you better take that job, Finn Hudson." This was her second chance. A chance to make her dream come true. To make all she'd ever wanted happen. This time around, Rachel Hudson was not going to give up so easily.

This could be her only shot. A once in a life time opportunity. Sure, New York was far away, loud, dirty, possibly smelly, she'd have to leave her family and make new friends but none of that mattered anymore because maybe, just maybe, dreams weren't so stupid after all.


Quinn Fabray was the girl every girl wanted to be. Blond, thin, extremely beautiful, got perfect grades, was head cheerleader and loved by everyone. Everyone but herself. Ask anyone who attended Richmond High school to describe Quinn Fabray's life, and you'd probably hear the word perfect come up once or twice in your conversation. Quinn on the other hand didn't think she was perfect.

Quinn lives in New York City, and was part of a very religious community. Everyone in the neighbourhood attended church at least every Sunday, no excuses. Quinn knew what the feelings she was starting to have were deemed as 'wrong' and 'unnatural' by the church but, she couldn't stop the feelings. Trust me, she'd tried.

Every boy at Richmond, hell, every boy in New York, would kill to call Quinn Fabray theirs. She was a modern day Portia. Described by many as a goddess or an angel. Quinn never wanted any of the boys. While her friends were starting to notice how attractive boys were Quinn just couldn't get into it. Instead she started noticing the beautiful feminine curves that only girls possessed. One girl in particular had especially caught her eye, Sydney Fletcher.

Sydney Fletcher was one year older than Quinn. She was also the reason Quinn had tried out for the cheer leading squad. Sydney was everything in Quinn's eyes. She had bouncing auburn hair, freckles across her nose and stunning blue eyes. Every time Quinn tried to get the girl out of her head she couldn't help but think of the way Sydney's hair fell perfectly in place or how her curls always seemed to be perfect, or the way her lips went when she really had to think about something, just everything. Everything about this girl drove Quinn insane. She wanted Sydney and she wanted her bad. But Quinn knew she was only supposed to feel this way about boys, not girls, so she kept her feelings to herself.

Every time Quinn talked to Sydney she swore her stomach was doing back flips while butterflies flapped like there was no tomorrow. Some days, when class was boring she'd even catch herself doodling pictures of the two of them holding hands with stupid little hearts all around.

Quinn knew her actions were inappropriate. She knew homosexuality was a sin and that she was going to burn in hell for the rest of eternity because of her feelings towards Sydney. Which lead Quinn to date Aaron. Aaron was easily the most desired boy in all of Richmond, he was that guy that all the girls wanted, but still, Quinn felt less than satisfied being with Aaron.

They'd done some things of course. What teenagers didn't make out? She hoped with time, and more making out, she'd forget about girls and just want Aaron. Unfortunately Quinn couldn't help but notice pretty girls. Pretending to love Aaron was a simple enough task for Quinn, she was great actress, plus she really did love Aaron but only as a best friend.

The two were deemed as Richmond High's power couple. By this point the pair had been together for a year and Quinn was starting to believe she might actually be in love with the boy. That maybe the whole, being attracted to girls thing really was just a phase. All that changed though when Aaron took Quinn to party just outside of the city one week later.

Everyone one drank these days but not Quinn. She didn't plan on drinking till she was married because that's what her mother did. About a half an hour into the evening a very drunk Sydney had invited Quinn to join the game of spin the bottle that was going on. Naturally, Quinn agreed. It sounded like a fun game and Aaron was no where to be found so why not.

When it was finally Quinn's turn to spin the bottle the odds must of been most definitely in her favour because it landed right on Sydney Fletcher. Quinn was about to spin the bottle again, amusing that two people of the same gender kissing was against the rules of the game but apparently not. Everyone started yelling and mocking her, telling her that she had to kiss Sydney because that's how the game works. Quinn tried to protest but was cut short when Sydney leaned across the circle and very messily mushed their lips together. It was over all to soon for Quinn's liking but the next thing she knew the two of them were in the coat closet with tongues exploring each others mouth's and hands roaming under clothes. Quinn was in pure bliss.

Ten minutes into the make out session Sydney passed out. Quinn didn't know what to do so she left girl in the closet and went to go find her boyfriend. It was almost curfew and if she wasn't home soon she would be in grave trouble. Aaron was nowhere to be found. Quinn had searched the whole property. Twice. She finally ran into Alex, the boy hosting the party, and asked if he had seen her boyfriend. Alex said he'd seen Aaron and Caleb, Aaron's best friend head out towards the barn a little while ago. Quinn thanked the boy and headed towards the barn. It was a chilly night and Quinn instantly regretted not bringing a coat.

Upon approaching the barn Quinn felt that Alex may have lead her astray because from what it sounded like Quinn swore there were two people in there kissing. Aaron would never cheat on her. Her practically worshipped.. Suddenly She was angry. What if Aaron was cheating on her?! Oh hell no. This is unacceptable. With sudden force Quinn yanked the barn door open to find Aaron in the middle of kissing Caleb.

"Oh my goodness!" Quinn yelled out of shock causing the two boys to quickly pull apart and scramble.

"Shit! Quinn, no baby," Aaron ran towards her, "it's not what it looks like. It's nothing. Nothing happened. Come on babe, I love you, you know that right? I'm just- I'm drunk. Yeah, rally drunk. Now come on, how about we go home before I'm too drunk to drive you home, okay?!" Aaron rambled on trying to distract from what just happened.

"Sure." Quinn shrugged. "I didn't even see anything?" Quinn said slowly.

"You didn't?!" The boy sounded instantly relieved.

"No. All I was was a giant mouse... and it really scarred me and, and then you started freaking out and you used a curse word?"

"Well..." He scratched the back of his neck, "Like I said, I'm really drunk now come one, let's get you home." The boy wrapped his arm around her and Quinn nodded while they walked back to his vehicle.

Quinn went home that night with the realization that she was in fact, a homosexual. And so was her boyfriend? Her make out session with Sydney was far better than any kiss she had ever shared with Aaron. Upon realizing this, Quinn prayed. She prayed and prayed to be cured of her sins. Nothing changed. A week later Quinn broke up with Aaron. They were both lying about who they were and yes they'd make good beards for one another but, it just wouldn't work out. Quinn did however continued to cry herself to sleep for many countless nights.

One month into senior year Quinn arrived home after a long day at school to find a very respectable young man sitting on her couch. She was about to greet the unknown boy when her mother and father rushed in with drinks and tea. Turns out the boy in Quinn's living room was Noah Puckerman. The son of one of her fathers business partners. Unknown to Quinn, the two families had been planning a marriage for the two. Quinn was unsure at first when her parents presented the idea. Noah was a couple years older than her, at least 22, he already had a job and he was very handsome. Quinn decided to go along with the arranged marriage because what choices does she have.

The wedding occurred three months later. It was a fairly large affair, relatives from both families had attended along with many friends. Quinn never told Noah about her sexuality. She planned on keeping that a secret for, well, forever. After the wedding Quinn decided to stop going to school. She was a wife now, and as a wife she had duties to attend to.

The newly weds decided to move closer into the city and father away from their families. Quinn and Noah had been living in their downtown centrally located apartment for quite a few years now and for a marriage between a straight man and a not so straight woman things were great. Quinn enjoyed Noah's company and he enjoyed hers. Quinn spent most of her days alone, with Noah being at work and all. Which lead her to buy a dog. Freckles. Freckles was a gorgeous female dalmatian who had shamelessly been names after Sydney Fletcher in remembrance of the adorable freckles she had across her nose. Of course, Noah thought the dog was named Freckles because of his spots.

Quinn's life was noting exciting. Same old same old. Clean the house, walk the dog, cook dinner, have Noah come home, either play the piano, listen to music or go out with Noah, bathe, sleep, occasionally have sex to keep him happy, repeat. That was all about to change, because this Saturday, Quinn Puckerman met Rachel Barbra Hudson.

TBC... maybe.

Review if you like, so I know whether to continue or not! Writing the second chapter as of now! Also, what do you guys think of the length? Is it okay or should I try and make the next chapter longer? I'm not sure!