A/N: If you would like to read the original prompt it's in the AU category (page 3, you'll know which one it is) at the rq_meme like I previously mentioned. I would post it here but it's far too long and I haven't got a clue how to post links :/

Thank you for all the reviews from the first chapter, I was very pleased with the response (:

Saturday morning, Rachel awoke fairly early. Her body had developed it's own built in clock due to her constant 6a.m starts in the week. It was annoying, especially when she desired a lie in on the weekends though like most things, she had become accustomed to it. She stretched her arms, curling her wrists and yawned lightly. Always one to keep routine, she hopped on her elliptical for a good hour before taking a shower and heading down stairs for breakfast.

She pushed open the kitchen door to see her dad, Leroy, sitting at the centre island on a stool sipping a cup of coffee. "Hi sweetie," he looked up at his daughter when he saw her approach. "Where did you go last night?"

Rachel finished pouring herself a cup of fresh coffee from the filter and made her way over to the refrigerator, "just out." She replied, her voice muffled from her head been buried inside the fridge.

"Hmmm. And where was "just out?"" Her dad asked, looking over his shoulder at Rachel who was stirring soya milk into her coffee.

"Does it really matter?" She really didn't want to answer his question honestly, knowing she would have to explain to him about the fake ID. Her dad would most certainly be disappointed in her and mildy angry for it being illegal and in case she had gotten herself into trouble.

"Yes. Me and your father were worried, a note reading "popped out" isn't very informative of your whereabouts. Now, where were you?" He met Rachel's eyes with a hard stare, he knew she was hiding something.

Rachel huffed in annoyance, she knew she had to tell him the truth. She was rubbish at lying anyway. "Fine. I visited a bar which was in the town over from Lima," she paused as her dads eyes widened.

He cut in before she could finish, "a bar in which you would have to be twenty-one to be allowed inside?" He raised his eyebrows, daring her to defy him.

Rachel bowed her head slightly, her index finger traced over a chip on the rim of her cup. "Yes," she muttered.

She heard her dad sigh and she looked up to see him rubbing his temple with the tips of his fingers. "Rachel, why would you do that? In fact, how did you even manage to do that?" He turned around fully in his chair to regard his daughter.

She really didn't want to explain herself, but there was no getting out of it now. "Dad, you won't get angry with me will you? Well, too angry." She added, she knew he would be to some degree.

"That depends on what you have to tell me." Leroy said, patting the stool next to him with his palm. Silently asking Rachel to take a seat beside him.

Rachel took the indicated seat and placed her coffee mug on top of the island surface and sighed. "I went to a bar where you are required to be of the age of twenty-one," she paused to gage her fathers reaction so far, it was expressionless. She opened her mouth to finish the next part of her explanation but stopped, she slowly closed her lips as to not appear suspicious that she was considering lying. Should she tell him about the fake ID? If she did he would demand it off her and destroy it, ending any more visits to the bar and effectively stopping her from seeing the mysterious blonde. It was far too soon to end her chances of finding out more about the talented girl.

Her dad held her eyes with a questioning stare as if to say is that all? She tried not to swallow noticeably, though her fingers began to nervously fiddle with the hem of her top. She met his gaze in what she hoped was a convincingly confident stare, "and, I managed to get in without being asked for ID. I guess I looked old enough." She added a shrug to the end of her sentence, appearing unphased.

Her dad continued to hold her gaze, trying to suss her out though Rachel held his contact. She wasn't going to be intimidated into spilling the truth. She was too engrossed in discovering more about the talented guitarist, though she didn't know if lying to her father was worth it, yet.

Finally, her dad relaxed his posture and took a swig of his coffee. Rachel knew she had convinced him. "Okay, well. I don't need to tell you for you to know that you're not allowed to visit that bar again, do I?

She tried not to show her relief too much, so she took a sip of her own coffee to hide her growing smile. "No dad."

"Good girl. So, do you have anything planned for today, it is a Saturday?"

"Nothing," she stood from the the stall and pushed it neatly under the island. "I'm just going to finish up some class assignments I've been working on."

After a short conversation involving how her fathers night had gone, she grabbed an apple and a banana from the fruit bowl and she left the kitchen. She hurriedly made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, she didn't want to be confronted by her other father- Rachel knew he wouldn't be so light about the whole situation. She flopped down onto her bed and began to peal the banana skin, taking bites and chewing slowly she began to think about what her next plan of action was going to be.

She felt guilty. She had never really lied to her fathers, except for the occasional white lie which were harmless. They were big believers in honesty, so she tried to always be truthful with her parents. When she was six, she has stolen a jelly snake from the pick 'n' mix tray at the grocery store. After a few days of feeling ridden with guilt and the impression she was doomed for Hell, she caved and confessed to her dads in a fit of sobs. Neither were impressed but reassured her that it was okay and they forgave her, she was comforted by the fact that her daddy told her many children at some point had stolen sweets before, including himself. As she gradually became older though, she realised that some things were best left unshared.

She probably should have been honest with her dad, but she wanted to return the Vox bar and without an ID that would be impossible. Rachel specifically wanted to go tonight, though she knew she couldn't without thinking up an excuse which would enable her to leave the house at night, and that would likely raise suspicion so that left only one other option.

Rachel had never snuck out of her house before, she had never needed to. Considering the option was one thing but actually doing it was another. Besides, she didn't really see the point. Her dads didn't normally retire to bed much before 11p.m, she knew Puck and his band played at Vox every Thursday night to Sunday but their sets probably finished around 10p.m like the first time she was there and unless the band decided to hang around afterwards, she wasn't likely to see the blonde.

It was a frustrating situation. She knew the only time she was able to return to the bar would be on a Friday night when her fathers were guaranteed to be out. She would unfortunately just have to wait until then.

After another long week finally dragged to an end which Rachel swore was deliberate due to her impatience, Friday lazily rolled around once again. She sat on the edge of the sofa, her back bent over slightly as her fingers shook with anticipation as she fastened the last buckle of her heel to it's tightest notch. Rachel had hidden in her room as she had gotten herself ready in secret, making sure she was ready and set to go as soon as her parents had left. She didn't want to waste any time, she wanted to make the most out of this evening.

She climbed into another pre-booked taxi and waited with slight impatience for the car journey to arrive at it's destination. The cab driver explained he was unable to take her directly to the bar because the street it was situated in was too narrow for a car and, well he informed Rachel that the street wasn't an actual road.

So Rachel was forced, much to her annoyance, to make her own way to the bar. She paid the taxi driver and made her way down the small street at a quick pace. She soon reached the end of the path and saw that the large cobbled street at the other side was just as busy as before. The air around her was atmospheric and she couldn't help but grin at passers-by, people were ready to start their weekend and she was a part of that mix. She more or less bounced her way towards Vox, she was excited; she couldn't wait to get inside. Though she soon found that she would indeed, have to wait because there was a large queue of people lined up against the side of the bar, she sighed and made her way to the back of the line. She figured she had missed the queue last week because she was arrived a little later. Rachel raised herself onto her tip-toes to see over the various heads in front of her and saw that the bouncer at the entrance was the same man from before.

Soon enough (she was surprised that she didn't have to wait too long), she was handing over her ID to the bouncer who gave the card a quick glance and motioned for Rachel to enter. She had made sure that tonight she wasn't dressed in anything too revealing or anything that may draw attention to herself, so she had adorned a pair of dark denim jeans with heals and a loose cream top. As soon as she was inside, she glanced over at the stage which was empty. She checked the time on her phone and saw that it was 7:49p.m, Puck and his band probably started their set at 8p.m.

She squeezed her way through a small gathering of people so she could get to the bar and buy herself a drink. She ordered a Pepsi, she didn't really see the point in drinking alcohol- she had discovered she didn't like the taste and her aim wasn't to get drunk. She was half way through her drink when there was a few random whoops from people nearby as the small ceiling lights around her began to dim. Rachel smiled as she turned from leaning against the bar and watched as Puck was greeted with loud cheers as he jogged onto the stage.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" He asked as he fumbled with untangling the microphone wires from around it's stand. He was enthusiastically answered as Rachel decided to move closer towards the stage. She managed to find a small clearing where it wasn't so crowded, she still had a pretty clear view of the platform here too.

"That's what I like to hear. So, if you would all please give my band a very warm welcome this evening, we can get this show on the road!" He grinned as he held out a wide arm, inviting his band members to join him. Rachel stretched her neck so she could see them appear on the stage, she didn't know why she wasn't surprised to find that the blonde was the last to shuffle on. The two other members waved at the crowd while the blonde girl immediately reached for her guitar and started to tune it. She was playing the electric today.

"Awesome. Right guys, we have a medley of songs for you tonight," there was a collective laugh from the audience. "Yeah, I know. The usual," Puck chuckled along with them.

Rachel shifted her gaze from Puck as he continued his banter with the crowd to the blonde. She stood neatly in the corner. The right side of her body was left in the shadows since she was standing so far back into the stage. Her posture was composed though her back appeared to be too stiff and her legs too straight, the stance looked uncomfortable. Golden hair hung loosely around her drooped head effectively shielding her face from Rachel's inquisitive eyes. The blonde's left hand held the neck of the guitar with a firm grip. Her right cupped the body gently as the instrument lay positioned across her torso, ready and waiting to be brought to life.

Forty-five minutes later, Rachel was shocked. She had officially decided that this girl was a guitar goddess, she had never seen anything like it before. Sure, a few members from her Glee club could play guitar but nothing compared to this. The skill she possessed and the level that she played at was way beyond her years. She was special, and Rachel knew that she was probably the only one who had realised this with maybe the exception of Puck too.

Again, throughout their performance, the blonde remained voluntarily uninvolved. She took herself off further into the far corner of the stage and simply played. It was like watching a show within a show, though Rachel felt like she was intruding just by watching, or suitably better, gawking at the girl. She seemed so lost in her music. Rachel and the rest of the bar were just mere on lookers, their presence alone interrupted and tarnished the private moment between the blonde and her precious guitar.

She desperately wanted to meet the girl again but decided to leave her be during the bands break, she probably needed some fresh air and a cold drink. After a short ten minutes, they returned to the stage and the blonde continued to wow Rachel for a further half an hour before their set finished at nine thirty. She enthusiastically clapped and cheered along with the crowd, her applause going out to the blonde while she pushed her way through a wall of sweaty bodies.

She slumped against the bar surface for a minute, she was hot and uncomfortable. She hadn't realised just how involved she had gotten in the nights performance, she could definitely see now why they were so popular. "Can I get a vodka coke, please?" She leaned over the wooden surface as she asked the bar girl who was waiting to take her order.

She slid over a few dollars and picked up the drink, making her way back over towards the stage. All the band member were still there, they were in the middle of packing away their equipment when Rachel cautiously approached Puck.

"Hey. Well done for tonight, you guys were amazing," she smiled shyly up at him and offered him his preferred choice of drink

"You again," he addressed her though it wasn't said maliciously. "With vodka?" He glanced down at the glass in her hand and she nodded as he took the offered drink. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Look, I just wanted to apologise for last week. I'm sorry if I caused any upset to you or the girl, that was never my intention. She is just incredible," Rachel stated as she glanced across the platform at the blonde, "I have never come across talent like hers before, where did she learn to play like that?" She queried, her gaze still fixed on the blonde.

Puck followed her line of sight, and as if the girl could sense she was being watched she looked up from packing away her guitar. Her eyes met Puck's for a brief moment and for the tiniest second, they flickered to Rachel's. The brunette didn't even have time to register the look before the girl had snapped her focus away from the pair. But Rachel did register something. This girl wasn't only talented; she was beautiful.

"Listen, is there anything else?" Rachel's thoughts began to dissipate as the firm voice broke through her clouded mind.

"I'm sorry what?" She asked absently as she slowly drew her attention away from the back of the blonde's head.

Puck sighed, rolling his eyes. "I said that she taught herself and if there was anything else?" He stated, clearly annoyed.

Rachel shook her head in more of clearing her foggy mind than answering his question. She felt strange, distant. She didn't normally zone out, it was a poor excuse for someone's lack of ability to concentrate. She always gave her full attention in any given social situation.

"No no, no I'm fine. I mean, no there isn't anything else. She is just... beau- um, incredible." She replayed her reply in her mind and God, when did she become unable to formulate a decent answer?

"Right. Well, thanks for coming tonight, I'm glad you enjoyed our set." Puck gave her a half smile that seemed forced and strolled off to help his band pack the rest of their stuff away.

She nervously fiddled with the hem of her top, debating whether she should approach the blonde. After the last time she felt sort of weary, given Puck's reaction. That's why she spoke to him first and bought him a drink, she supposed it was kind of a peace offering. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes shifted to Puck and saw he was in the middle of helping the drummer pack away his equipment. She made her choice quickly, and scurried over to the girl who was unplugging wires from an amplifier.

She stood deliberately in the blonde's line of sight so she could definitely see her. The girls top eye lids flickered to Rachel's shoes but she chose not to look up from her tidying. "I just wanted to apologise, for last week. I never meant to offend you, and if I have done so then I am sorry," she paused and waited in the hopes that the blonde would acknowledge her presence, but she didn't.

"Well, that was all I wanted to say. Of course, you're a fantastic guitarist but I'm sure you hear that a lot." She nervously chuckled but was met with more silence. The blonde stood then, and navigated her way around Rachel, keeping her head bowed as she walked.

Rachel took a few short steps after the girl but thought better of perusing her in case she drew Puck's attention to them. She really didn't fancy another confrontation. "My name is Rachel, by the way." She sighed a loud. The girls steps didn't falter, though she would of heard. Rachel let her arms hang limply by her sides feeling deflated.

She checked her phone again for the time and found it was 9:52p.m. It was time to head home, there was no point in hanging around any longer since Puck and his band had finished for tonight. Besides, she needed to be home before her fathers returned from their date night. The taxi ride back would be at least half an hour.

She made her way off the platform and through the crowd, stopping at the bars entrance one last time to regard the stage. A few of the members were still up there talking amongst themselves now that they had finished packing away their equipment. Rachel noticed Puck was gone and so was the blonde girl.

She haled a cab down when she arrived at the end of the narrow street and gave the guy the directions to her house. She made it home before her dads with time to spare, they would be none the wiser to where their daughter had spent the night. Rachel removed her make-up and ditched the tight jeans and top for her comfy pyjamas before snuggling down into her double bed. She lay awake until she heard her parents arrive home safely and then tried to drift of to sleep.

Though of course, her mind was too pre-occupied to allow sleep to come and claim her. She lay with her hands clasped behind her head as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. Her ears were still accustomed to the noise at the Vox bar and they rang loudly as they became adjusted to the silence around her. Rachel just wanted to know more. That was all she wanted. But she had nothing to go on to find out more. She could probably ask Puck but she wasn't sure if he would disclose the information to a girl he didn't know, especially with how protective he seemed to be over the blonde.

Even if Rachel hadn't necessarily found out any new information, she was glad of one thing tonight. She had managed to finally catch a glimpse of the girls face. She couldn't help but feel slightly jealous- the blonde was not only insanely talented, she also had looks which any girl in their right mind would die for. She must be Puck's girlfriend.

She rolled over and faced her bedside table, her alarm clock read 11:16p.m. Rachel wondered if any of the other band members knew, they probably did. She hadn't seen any of them interact with the blonde, the only one who seemed to be allowed was Puck. He may be the only one because no one else bothered. She could understand why people would get fed up of the girl and loose patience, she was very trying but if you didn't try then you would never succeed.

And maybe that was what she needed. For someone to try.