Author's Note: Fafaberry.

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


Charlotte

Running through the halls was a skinny blonde girl; a hand on her beanie to keep it from flying off and papers crumpled in a death grip to keep them from flying away, she prayed that it weren't too late. She mumbled swears under her breath as she passed by the choir room, where a small brunette girl sat, practicing scales, high notes, whatever she could possibly without being bothered by the jazz club in the next room.

She eventually decided that she had had a hard enough day; that she might as well just go home that moment. Collecting her things, she went from the choir room to her locker, which was next to that of the same blonde girl who passed by the choir room not two minutes ago.

The girl was currently in the act of picking up her binders, which spilled out of her locker the moment she tried to close it. She was crying and huffing as she slammed her locker shut and zoomed past the singer to the bus pick-up, hoping she hadn't missed them.

The girl frowned after her, hoping nothing was wrong. She patiently exchanged the books she had with her with the books she needed, before starting towards the parking lot.

In the meantime, the girl passed by a taller blonde cheerleader, who saw prime opportunity to torture the girl by smacking the books, folders and binders she had in her arms out of her hands. They fell to the floor and the brunette sighed as the taller girl laughed superficially. The distressed girl looked back at the attractive bully and blushed, chastising herself for feeling her emotions.

The blonde cheerleader, upon turning the corner, kicked herself mentally for doing that. She could have said hello for once, but instead she once again continued to torment the abused girl for no reason she could think up. She yelled at several other cheerleaders as she walked into the girls' locker room, making sure everyone was preparing for the two hours cheerleading practice their coach had in store.

As the blonde arrived at her own bag, she saw her phone vibrate on top of it. She picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Quinn?" the voice of the hurrying blonde girl came through.

'Quinn' sighed. "Yes, Charlie?" she responded, brushing some dirt off her shoe. She snapped at the other cheerleaders, motioning them to get onto the fields and start warm-ups.

"I missed the bus." 'Charlie' said.

"See if you can get," Quinn said as she rubbed her temples, "like, a ride home from someone."

"When is practice over?"

Quinn said, "Two hours. If you're lucky." She ended the call, leaving Charlie completely alone, standing foolishly at the bus pick-up. She sat down on the ground, not feeling up to even trying to ask for help.

The small brunette girl from before strolled past at that moment. She glanced at the girl briefly, before recognizing her as her locker body. She stopped and turned around; she crouched down next to Charlie and smiled. "You okay?" she asked kindly.

Charlie looked at the brown haired girl and nodded, wiping away a loose tear. "Just missed the bus." She said; her voice was horse from Lord knows what.

"Do you need a ride?" she recognized the girl as Quinn's twin sister.

Charlie looked up at this kind girl, shocked, before nodding. "I don't mean to be a burden."

"Nonsense! We're locker buddies, and that's the best way to make a new friends. My name's Rachel." 'Rachel' said, extending her hand for not only a greeting, but to help the blonde up. Charlie smiled and took it, standing up and shaking it briefly.

"Charlie." She licked her lips briefly, admiring the brunette's unhindering enthusiasm as a strong gust of wind blew some hair into her face, which she had trouble removing. Charlie quickly solved the problem, guiding the hair behind Rachel's ear: it was almost romantic.

Rachel blushed deeply before directing her new friend towards her car, moreso her daddy's car. But she would never tell this, as they neared the relatively new Ford.

"Nice car." The compliment came from Charlie; for some reason it left Rachel shocked – possibly due to her sister's much nastier demeanor.

"It's my daddy's."

"Oh. Is your dad out of town? My parents would never let me drive their car. Maybe the way I drive in video games," she giggled lightly, blushing at her own stupidity as the realization Rachel was not a gamer chick.

The two climbed into the car, giggling. It was relieving to hear a laugh out of Rachel. "Daddy. You have to say daddy, because I have two dads so it gets confusing." Rachel clicked into place her seatbelt, oblivious to Charlie's gawk.

"You have two dads? Like, gay dads?"

Rachel looked up, anxiety suddenly filling her. She forgot how Christian Quinn was. Charlie couldn't have been much less.

"Y-yeah."

A brief smile appeared on the blonde's face. "I am too."

Rachel's anxiety flushed out of her quickly, being replaced with excitement. "Really? That's so unexpected. I would have thought, being Quinn's sister, you would be highly religious too."

Charlie shook her head as she pulled out her cell phone to text her sister. "Nope. I'm gay. She doesn't like me to tell anyone though. I think she's gay too, quite honestly." Charlie said while her fingers danced around the phone's keyboard. Sticking her tongue out in concentration, she turned to Rachel, who had been observing her. "Are you gay?"

Rachel blinked. Then she realized Charlie asked her a question. "Oh! Um. I…I don't," she looked forward and leaned back defeated in her seat. Her eyes hopped from object to object, hoping one of them would hold the answer. "I thought I was straight. I don't really know. I never thought about it…" A moment later, "…no, I guess I'm bisexual."

Charlie giggled. "Just cause of me?" she teased, leaning on her elbow, holding her chin.

Rachel grew red, flashing a grin while looking down. "I guess so." She replied, watching her hands squirm. "You are quite the charmer."

Charlie pretended to smooth back her hair. "I am quite the lady's woman." She joked as she checked a text from Quinn.

"Where do you live?" Rachel asked, starting up the car, blushing when Joni Mitchell started blaring out of the speakers. She immediately turned down the music, repeating her question.

"I'll show you. You like Joni Mitchell?"

Rachel nodded vigorously. "My daddy wanted to name me Carey, but my dad insisted upon Rachel."

"Why Rachel? And why Carey?"

"Rachel from Friends," Charlie scrunched her nose in mock disgust, "And Carey from the song from Blue…what's wrong with Friends?" Rachel asked excitedly.

Charlie put her hands up in defense. "I prefer Arrested Development. Never really liked Friends." She explained, crossing her legs.

"I've never heard of it…" Rachel returned, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"It's only the funniest show ever." The explanation sufficed, and Rachel changed the topic.

"Were you somewhere else the last few years of life? I've never seen you before."

Charlie gazed out the window of the car, "I lived with my Aunt when I came out in seventh grade. My mom finally decided to let me back when my dad left."

Rachel blushed, feeling bad for bring back up possibly raw memories. "What are Quinn's feelings towards your sexuality?"

Charlie shrugged as she told Rachel to go right. "Quinn's Quinn. If she turns out to be gay, I wouldn't be shocked."

Rachel couldn't help but fantasize about a gay Quinn. The thought alone was perplexing…she felt a tingle between her legs soon later. Unable to speak after the ideas formed in her brain, Rachel resolved to confront Quinn the next time she saw the girl.