Hey guys! I wrote another Fanfiction about Faberry. A few facts about it:

They didn't go to the same High School. They don't know each other.

I'm Hungarian, so I thought about this story a lot. I mean I read a lot of Fanfictions and know about America but not to the fullest. So I decided to write one that is half-Hungarian and half-American.

Santana and Quinn did go to High School together, Santana was the popular cheerleader and Quinn was the shy nerd.

I'm going to make Quinn to be a gentleman. I'm sucker for gentleman!Quinn.

And the last one, I hope you like it. If you did tell me about it and if you don't tell me that as well. I don't own anything. Nothing. I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

The sound of the door ringing greeted Quinn Fabray as soon as she step inside of a little coffee house. She brushed the snowflakes from her coat and hat and scanned her surroundings looking for Santana, probably unnecessarily because her best friend was always late for any kind of meetings. Okay, so maybe she was a little early but it still wasn't an excuse. The shop was a little crowed for the time of the day but it wasn't going to be an issue.

She looked around again, this time for available table to sit down a read a little bit before Santana gets here. The minute she found one, she made her way over there. She placed her purse on the back of the chair and sat down. She pulled out her book, placed it on the table and started reading.

A few minutes later she was interrupted by a very familiar voice, „Really, Q. Don't kill the mockingbird?! How many times did you already read that book, hmm? Don't be so lame."

Quinn smiled and looked up from the book, „Good morning to you, too, Santana. I see you are in a fabulous mood."

„You bet I am, bitch. It's fucking Monday morning and that's my favorite day of all time." Santana said, sarcastically, then take off her coat and hang it on the chair and sit down, „Why are you still wearing your coat? Aren't you hot?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

„I was cold." Quinn smirked, „Why, thank you Santana, I know I'm hot. Thanks for the compliment."

Santana laughed, „That was good, Fabgay. Really good." she stand up, „I'm going to go get coffee, now. Do you want anything?"

„Yeah, can you get me my regular, please."

„Coming right up."

„Thanks." Quinn smiled.

The moment Santana disappeared she went back to her book. If she was honest, Santana had a point. She was reading this book for the fifth time.

A few minutes later, a drink of coffee was placed in front of her. She didn't have time to look up at Santana because she quickly plunked down on her chair. She brushed her hair away from her face, lifted up her cup and took a sip of coffee.

When she was down, she placed the drink on the table and look at Quinn, „Did you call back your mother? She was upset when I picked up your phone last time. Well I think shewas upset I didn't understand a word she was saying. I swear Hungarian is a weird language."

That's right, Quinn was half Hungarian half American. Her father moved to Hungary after he was done with college, found a beautiful woman there and married her. 18 months after the wedding her sister was born, and then her. Her father taught her English as her second language the moment she could speak. She was the only one who was interested enough to continue to learn every day. She was also the only one who understand and speak the language because her sister was lazy to learn more and eventually forget everything. Her mother didn't had to learn because when she met Quinn's father he already spoke Hungarian fluently. They still live in Hungary in a little village.

Quinn sighed, „Yeah, I did. She's constantly trying to guilt me into going home for the holidays. Plus it's my sister's 30th birthday on December 28th."

„Are you going?" Santana asked.

Quinn wrapped her hands around her cup and took a sip of it, „I don't know yet. I don't really want to go. I think it would be awkward and full on fights." she furrowed her forehead.

„Yeah, I know how you feel." Santana said, sympathetically.

Quinn recently came out to her family around Thanksgiving. She couldn't really hide it anymore so she flew home and told her entire family at once. To say it was a disaster would be an understatement. To keep it short, surprisingly the only person who fully supported her was her grandfather, her mother sort of supported her but you could see the disappointment in her looks every time she looked at Quinn. Her sister and father were the worst. They didn't kick her out but they don't support her whatsoever. It was a pretty hurtful memory for Quinn.

„Okay, changing the subject now, did you see yesterday?" Santana asked, excitedly.

Quinn raised her eyebrow, "No, why?"

"Oh, you're gonna love this then. The news was all over with it. Apparently Rachel Berry broke up with her co-star and boyfriend, Finn Hudson. They hid it very well, because apparently they were broken up for months."

Quinn had wide eyes, immediately, "Are you serious? You got to be kidding me. For months?! That Finn Hudson's an idiot if he let go such a woman."

"I know, right? Rachel's a hottie." Santana smirked and took a sip of her coffee.

"You have Brittany, asshole." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Don't you think I know that? It doesn't mean I don't have eyes. You know what I mean, you're as in love with her as you can get. I mean, seriously you don't even know her." Santana looked at Quinn pointedly.

"I don't have to know her. Did you see her legs at all? She's probably a head shorter than me and she has more legs than I do." Quinn played with the little spoon in her coffee, suddenly lost in thoughts about how sexy Rachel Superstar Berry looks like.

It was funny to think about that Quinn would probably hated Rachel in High School if they'd ever crossed path. She was the typical girl that was popular and determent to do anything to achieve her dreams and doesn't stop until she get it. She would be the girl that know exactly who she is and not apologies for it at all cost. Quinn was the total opposite from that. She was the shy loser, who was full on insecurities to do anything at all in High School. It was a big surprise to her and her family when she got the acceptance letter from Yale University.

The most important thing to her was that she got out of Hungary. Don't get her wrong she loved her home, but she always felt like she didn't belong there. The kids constantly teased her about that she was half-American, they would always tell her that she was going to get fat like they believed all Americans do, because of McDonalds, however they had a lot of McDonalds in Hungary as well.

"Oh, yeah," Santana actually moaned a little, "She's sex on legs."

Quinn gaged, "Don't ever moan like that ever again."

Santana smirked, "I don't think Brittany would like that, at all."

"Okay, that's it," Quinn drank the rest of her coffee and stand up, "I'm gonna go before you share anymore of that to me. Bye, bitch. I'll see you Wednesday."

"Later, Q."

Quinn grabbed her bag, placed it on her shoulder and walked out the coffee shop. The cold winter breeze immediately hit her in the face, making her pull her coat tighter around herself. She lowered her head to avoid getting cold air onto her face and possibly make her sick. She rarely got sick but better be safe than sorry. She tucked her hands into her pocket and begin walking toward her apartment, before she had to go to work.

She worked as a police officer in NYPD. Originally she wanted to be an English teacher but when she moved to the USA she applied for police academy for backup plan. When she got in she immediately knew that this is what she wanted to do all along. Her train of thoughts was interrupted by a sharp pain in her arm and a sound of someone falling on the snow.

She turned her head to look down and saw none other than her favorite person on the whole wide world.

Rachel Berry.

She felt panic rise within her, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry ma'am." She kneeled down next to Rachel and started brushing the snow off of her with both of her hands. If she wouldn't be panicking so much, she would laugh at herself because she must've look crazy with how frantic she was, "I'm sorry, I haven't watched were I was going."

Rachel groaned in respond and tried to get up, without success, "Oh let me help you." Quinn hold out her hand for Rachel to grab.

The brunette without thinking grabbed her hand and allowed Quinn to lift her up, "Thank you." When she was safely on her feet she continued to brush the snow from her coat and legs.

"It was nothing. I'm so sorry about that."

Rachel was so busy with cleaning herself that she hadn't even looked up, "You said that already. It's okay. I just wasn't accepted it, that's all. It haven't even hur-"

In that moment she decided that she was as clean as she could be and look up to face the person she run into. What she saw take her breath away. The girl, a woman, was absolutely gorgeous. She had an adorable red beanie on her head, and from what she could see she has short blonde hear, paired with the most beautiful hazel eyes Rachel has ever seen. She had a black coat on and black skinny jeans with black boots. Long story short she was the most beautiful girl she's ever met.

When she saw Rachel dark chocolate brown eyes for the first time she felt little week in the knees. Of course she saw her eyes before in all kinds of magazines but it felt different in person. They were so much more intense, so much bigger than on paper that Quinn couldn't look away, even if she wanted to. She was so nervous all of a sudden, "Ar-are you-you okay?"

Rachel bit her bottom lip to conceal her growing smile because Quinn adorableness, "Yes, I'm fine."

"I'm Qu-Quinn Fabray, ma'am." Quinn extend her hand to Rachel.

"I'm Rachel Berry." Rachel shaked Quinn hands, gently, "It's nice to meet you, Quinn."

Quinn fight the urge to shiver from the sound of her name leaving Rachel's mouth, "Oh no, the pleasure is mine, ma'am."

"You don't have to call me ma'am. Rachel is just fine." Rachel smiled softly at Quinn.

"Okay, ma…Rachel." Quinn smiled in embarrassment.

"That's better. Well, I think I'll be goi-"

"Wait," Quinn shouted in a hurry to prevent Rachel from going away, she just met her biggest crush, she's not going to pass that opportunity up that easily, "Let me make it up to you."

Rachel raised her eyebrow, "Make it up to me how?" she asked, suspicious.

"Umm," Come on, Quinn. Think of something, "Let me buy you a coffee. It would warm you up and It would make me feel so much better that at least I did something." she almost begged her.

"I don't know."

"Please, just one coffee and I'll leave you alone."

"Okay, okay." Rachel caved, eventually, "I'd love to."

"Great, there's a little shop right around the corner. We can go there, if it's okay with you?" Quinn asked uncertain.

"It's fine." Rachel smiled, and then shivers as a cold breeze hit her suddenly.

Seeing this Quinn pointed toward the direction of the coffee house, "This way."