Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters.

A/N: Please review and let me know how you feel about this story, I'm not very confident in it yet haha; thank you so much for reading. Enjoy!

Rachel hummed a mindless tune as she clicked the final buttons to bring her new blog to life. She thought it was time she put her name out there – besides on the "Awardees" lists for various contests. Yes, it was time she became personal with all of her potential, and inevitable, fans. She thought it was better to start early, especially if she could get a buzz around her name.

After quickly reblogging a picture of her favorite quote she had seen earlier while perusing the web (another reason she had joined Tumblr), she typed up her first real post (the picture doesn't count). She kept it simple, but she supposed if the others in the Glee Club read it they would tell her how it's too long and how no one is going to read it.

Being Rachel Berry, she had more faith than that and smiled as she tagged the post, "Rachel's Real Words." She quickly contemplated on her future fans understanding of the tag as a means to keep track of all the posts she actually wrote. Just in case someone wouldn't get it, she added, "that should be an appropriate tag yes?" Rachel smiled again in excitement as she pulled up her actual webpage. It was perfect. Simple, delicate, and pink. She read over her post again with a satisfied grin; it was the start of the beginning.

For the first time in a while Rachel actually felt light and carefree. She was finally getting along with most everyone in Glee Club, slushy attacks were less frequent, Finn was finally her boyfriend, and she even believes that she got the one and only Quinn Fabray to smile at her the other day. Yes, things were starting to look up, and this post was only evidence of that.

She really mustn't forget this monumental occasion. She clicked to the other tab to edit her post, adding one final tag; "my first post."

"Where to start, where to start," Rachel thought to herself as she began perusing the blogs she could follow. There were so many, how could she ever decide which blogs to follow? Would other blogs get jealous that the one and only Rachel Berry wasn't following them? She didn't want to hurt their feelings!

She shook her head as her thoughts became a little too ridiculous.

"Hmm…oh! Maybe I can find blogs that are just starting out too!" The brunette smiled at her idea and typed in "my first post" into the search bar. Her latest post was at the top the list, and she hummed happily thinking that if anyone were to search the same thing she would get the most notice for being the first one they see. Rachel scrolled the seemingly never endless amount of posts, looking for one that may catch her eye.

"Maybe this was a terrible idea" Rachel thought as she scrolled past pictures of… men's nether regions, women's upper regions (that just maybe she stared a little too long at, but she wasn't going to acknowledge that fact), and other posts that consisted of terrible manner and/or grammar.

She was just about to click the exit button when she happened upon a post that entranced her. She didn't know if it was the username "Theheadqueerio" or the fact that music was the first thing the person listed that they liked, but something was drawing her in.

"Theheadqueerio: Okay Let's Do This:

"Hey, I'm Charlie. I like music, art, books, coffee, and writing. I've started this blog because I need an outlet. Somewhere I can just be me. I've been down and out lately because a lot of stress in my actual life. I can barely stand to hear my real name anymore.

In these past two tumultuous years I have come to terms with myself - the real me, if you will. I want to be a better person. I want to be out to my friends and family, and stand strong in who I am, no matter what they say. I still have the occasional breakdown, but I'm working on making myself bigger and better each day. I'm apologizing to those I've done wrong, and I'm stepping into a new light. I'm ready to stop hiding. This is me. This blog is me. I am me.

I hope that this blog becomes my safe haven. Just a place to relax, really be myself, and meet new people.

Life's short and passes by in a hurry - I might as well make the most of it.

Cheers,

Charlie Q."

Maybe it was the fact that Charlie just paraphrased her favorite quote (from the picture she had just posted a few minutes prior!), maybe it was the way Charlie Q delightfully rolled off her tongue when she reread the post out loud, or maybe it was the fact that Charlie sounded like he (or she) was going through similar things as herself – trying to come to terms with things, working on being better, but still being herself – that urged Rachel to click the post's little heart button, and open up Charlie's main blog.

She noted how elegant Charlie's theme was ("and is that a gardenia in the sidebar?") as she reread the post, noticing that it had been posted just two days prior. Rachel looked through Charlie's posts slowly, taking each one in. Each post had a set of tags that seemed to show what Charlie was thinking. Occurring through most of the posts was the tag, "to the one" or "about the one." She couldn't help it; she was hooked. She desperately wanted to know who "the one" was. Maybe she was just too curious for her own good.

There may have only been few posts on Charlie's blog (Rachel wasn't quite sure whether or not Charlie was a girl or boy, so she just stuck with calling Charlie… well, Charlie), but after each one she felt like she understood Charlie more. She actually felt like she was intruding into something personal. It wasn't hard to see that each post had meaning behind it in Charlie's eyes.

"Or maybe I'm just getting too worked up, like I tend to do."

She shook her head trying to get a grip, but undoubtedly something was drawing her in, though. Rachel wasn't kidding when she said she had a sixth sense. She knew that this was going to be the start of something bigger than just a blog about herself. Charlie had moved her and Rachel hadn't even talked to them yet.

"Oh, why the heck not?"

She threw caution to the wind and clicked away to Charlie's, "Let's Talk" link; also making sure to click the follow button right before typing away her first message to Charlie.