A/N So first...The image I used for this story is fan art of one SkyWarrior108. I would like to thank her for letting me use it and you guys can go and follow her on Tumblr or go and read her fanfictions, she's amazing.

And second...Thanks for all of you who favorited/followed/reviewed this story. You made my day. I wasn't expecting this kind of response, but thank you, thank you, thank you.

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Now, off to the story! Enjoy! :)

The next day, when Quinn entered the school, she felt like she could fly. She managed to get rid of all the pent-up aggression she was holding. It was reflecting in the woods, but oh well, at least they had a meadow now.

However, when she tried to sleep last night, she just couldn't. The voice of a certain brunette wouldn't leave her mind. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was the faceless girl with brown hair and knee-high socks.

Don't get her wrong. She didn't mind. She didn't mind at all. Yes, she didn't sleep, but she hadn't felt this rested in a long time, possibly years.

There was something about the singer. Something that she couldn't quite figure out, but she was determined to find out what it was. She was going to find the girl. She was going to offer her friendship. Her brother be damned.

But first, she has to find Santana.

It was still pretty early; there were only a dozen students around. Usually, she wouldn't be that early, but she decided to walk, and wasn't sure how long that would take. Apparently, she underestimated herself. Now, she had 45 minutes to spare.

She went out to the bleachers, so she could smoke a cigarette. And besides, she would see the Latina better that way.

She took a box of Camel from her bag and pulled out a stick.

She looked down at herself. She was wearing a light, black shirt with the Guns 'n' Roses logo on it, her letterman jacket, tight jeans, Chucks and black a beanie. God, she loved that hat.

Take your Zippo out. Light it. Drag.

She looked up at the sky. It looked like it could snow at any time. Well, she was dressed properly. She didn't care though. She hadn't felt cold in years. Or warmth, for that matter. Still, it would look suspicious.

Exhale. Take a breath. Drag. Exhale.

A black Mustang entered their parking lot. Quinn had to admit, it was one hell of a car. But, she could hear music blasting out of it all the way to the bleachers. She frowned. That couldn't be healthy.

But then again.

Drag. Close your eyes. Exhale.

Quinn liked music. It was the only thing in her life that was permanent. She would change school, cities, classmates, but music was always there. Not changing. Permanent. So she was slightly surprised when she didn't recognize the melody. Quinn knew her music.

Drag. Open your eyes. Wait a few moments. Exhale.

In her defence, she was more of rock/indie/alternative girl. The Red Hot Chili Papers sprang to mind. And this was...definitely not that. She squeezed her eyes. Show-tunes maybe? She was sure she had heard it before, she just couldn't place it. That Streisand chick? It was a possibility.

Drag. Exhale.

The music stopped. She watched as a petite brunette exited the car. The amount of clothes she wore was...ridiculous. She had on a big, fluffy, pink ear protectors; beige beanie with cat ears on top of it; a long, red coat; and a sinfully short skirt. Barely visible under the coat were black tights and black boots. She could tell that the girl wasn't very good with matching colors.

Drag. Breathe in. Exhale.

She watched as the brunette closed the car and went to the back seat to grab her bag. She reached for it, but when she tried to pull it out of the car, she couldn't. It was stuck. Probably on a seat belt or something. The brunette huffed. She tried to pull it once more and when nothing happened, she stomped her foot.

Drag. Try not to laugh. Exhale. Laugh anyway.

She considered helping the girl, but before she even had a time to decide what to do, a husky voice spoke next to her.

"Enjoying the misery of others?"

She turned around to face the newcomer.

"Well, good morning to you too Santana."

"It was, until I saw your sorry face."

Quinn hummed.

"And yet, here you are, talking to me."

Santana huffed. "Whatever."

"What are you doing here so early anyway? We still have...thirty five minutes."

"Ugh, don't remind me. Hobbit called an emergency meeting of the Glee club. Something about Sectionals. She's so pathetic. I don't even know why I'm listening to her."

"Really Santana? Glee club? Didn't see you as a type. And Hobbit, really?"

"Brits wants it, I'm in. And yes, Hobbit. Berry. Whatever. She is so short you could carry her in your pocket. Anyways, I gots to go. Nice chatting with you. Not."

Quinn managed to catch her before she left.

"Hey, S! I just wanted to apologize for...you know...your wrist. I really am sorry"

Santana didn't even blink.

"No worries, Q. I told Britt that I caught it on the door so...stick with that story," and with that, she was gone.

Quinn frowned.

Was she expecting loud yelling and empty threats? Yes.

Lima Highs Accent? Yes.

Calm, almost friendly Latina? No.

Really, that was probably the most civil conversation she had ever had with Santana in like...Ever. Something wasn't right. Santana must be up to something.

If only Quinn could figure out what.

Rachel Barbra Berry was nothing if not prepared.

She had two spare changes of clothes in her locker. For slushies and all that jazz.

She had three copies of sheet music for glee.

She had two sets of earphones.

Heck, she even had an emergency kit in case of a Zombie attack in her closet.

But somehow, she wasn't prepared for this.

She was walking down the hall on a mission to get to her locker. It was lunch time and the halls were crowded with people. It was one of the rare occasions when the jocks were more interested in inhaling food instead of slushing her.

Still, she wasn't stupid. She didn't eat in the cafeteria. One time she made that mistake and Kitty decided it would be fun to egg her. Hopefully that would never happen again.

She still had nightmares filled with those poor unhatched chickens.

She opened her locker and took her lunch out. Vegan pasta. She smiled. Her Daddy knew her so well.

Usually, she would eat in the auditorium. It was peaceful there and no one would disturb her. She could stare at the stage and daydream about better days. Broadway. Friends. Love.

There were few people in school that tolerated her. The gleeks. But that was only because they needed her voice. Once, she thought Mercedes and Sam were her friends. But as soon as they exited the choir room it was like she didn't exist.

Rachel understood. If the other kids saw the gleeks with her, it would be like they signed their own dead sentence. She just couldn't figure out why they hated her so much. Was she that bad that they had to slushy her every day? Okay, maybe she was a little bit loud. Maybe she was a perfectionist, but every single day? She tried not to let it get to her. They were just jealous. She had a future, they didn't. It still didn't stop the tears from falling at night. It was going to get better. It had to.

Loud, joyful laughter interrupted her thoughts. It was the kind of laugh that you couldn't ignore. If you heard it, you smiled, too.

She turned to her right to see find the source of it.

There, next to the chemistry room, was one of her biggest tormentors. Though, she must admit, since Santana was in the Glee club, it wasn't that bad anymore. Next to her was her best-friend (Rachel was sure there was something more going on between those two) Brittany. The tall dancer was one of those rare people who wasn't on a mission to make her life a living hell. She even helped her wash off the slushy from her hair a few times. Rachel didn't understand what she saw in the Latina. They were complete opposites.

And then, next to them was the captain of the school soccer team, one of the most popular girls in the school, Quinn Fabray.

Not for the first time, Rachel thought Quinn was beautiful. She had perfect bone structure, a nose to die for, and flawless skin. Her style was slightly punk/rock, but there were days when she would dress in a skirt or even a dress. For some reason, that Rachel couldn't quite figure out, she always wore bike gloves. Her hair was a beautiful shade of gold, but there were still a few visible streaks of pink. Quinn was the prettiest girl Rachel had ever seen.

Quinn was a mystery to her. She couldn't figure out the girl for the life of Barbra.

Quinn was popular. She never attended parties. Or so she heard in the hallways.

Quinn was captain of the soccer team. She never hung out with Kitty or Karafosky. Or any of other popular kids, really. (With exception of Santana and Brittany.)

Quinn had looks to die for, yet she didn't date anyone.

Quinn had the potential to ruin her life once and for all, but she never did.

Rachel felt like there was something more to the blond. She was popular, but she wasn't cruel. That must be a first. A few times she even saw Quinn stopping jocks from slushing Artie and Rory.

Rachel wouldn't ever say this out loud, but she had a small crush on Quinn. For heaven's sake, she wasn't blind. And anybody with eyes would develop a crush on the Blonde. Not that anything would ever happen between them. As she was reminded on daily basis, she wasn't loveable. She was just a pathetic chatter box with a gigantic nose. Quinn probably didn't even know she existed.

She sighed. Time to go eat.

Today, the auditorium was locked due to renovations, so her lunch was going to take place in the bathroom, as unsanitary as that is.

She chose to go to the bathroom on the second floor because nobody ever used it. It was her slushy removal bathroom.

Once inside, she took a pack of Kleenex to clean the floor and sat down in the corner. She took her vegan pasta from her bag and ate. It was magnificent. She'd have to remember to thank her Daddy latter.

A few seconds later, someone entered the bathroom. Rachel froze.

It wasn't someone. It was Quinn Fabray.

She watched as Quinn closed the door and then slumped with her back to it. Quinn groaned.

Rachel wasn't sure what to do. Should she get up and leave? Ask what's wrong and offer her help? Her heart was beating furiously against her chests. Quinn had a plate of food in her hands so it was obvious that she came there to eat, too. Rachel didn't understand why.

Finally, her eyes opened. Almost on instinct, they landed on Rachel. Quinn frowned.

Rachel swallowed.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Quinn looked at her for few moments then pushed off of the door and sat on the floor opposite of her.

She brushed an apple on her shirt and then took a bite.

Rachel didn't dare to move.

Quinn happily munched on her apple and when she finally swallowed, she looked at Rachel again.

"Hey."

Quinn had a wonderful voice. It was low and husky, but sweet.

Rachel tried her best to close her mouth.

Was Quinn really talking to her? Or was her mind playing tricks on her?

Like some idiot she turned around to look behind her, but she was faced with the wall. There was no way Quinn was talking to her.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times. Finally she managed to get out, "Are you talking to...me?"

Quinn raised one perfectly sculptured eyebrow at her. Rachel shivered.

"Oh no. I was talking with my imaginary friend, Charlie. He is right here." She said pointing at the empty space next to Rachel.

Well.

Rachel knew that Quinn was too good to be true. Of course she would have imaginary friends. There was no way that someone could be so perfect without some kind of...

Quinn chuckled.

"I was kidding, Rachel. Yes, I am talking to you."

Oh. Then I guess...Wait.

"How do you know my name?"

Rachel was shocked. She thought Quinn didn't even know she existed.

Quinn hummed.

"Well, I was speaking with Brittany this morning about Glee club..." Quinn stopped and frowned. "You know Brittany, right? Wait, you are Rachel Berry? I didn't confuse you for someone..."

Rachel furiously nodded her head.

God woman, don't break your neck. Contain yourself.

"Yes. No. Yes. I mean..." Rachel shook her head. Stop making a fool of yourself.

She took a deep breath.

"Yes, I know Brittany. Yes, I'm Rachel Berry. And no, you didn't confuse me with anyone else."

There. She did it.

Quinn smiled. "Good. As I was saying before, I spoke with Brittany about Glee club. She said something about how your voice is truly magnificent and how she couldn't understand why Santana didn't like you. And then she started talking about how you are a fairy unicorn dancing on the rainbow. I kind of lost myself in that conversation..."

Rachel blushed and ducked her head. She couldn't believe that they were talking about her.

Quinn shook her head. "Anyways, yesterday I was passing by the auditorium, and I heard someone singing inside. The voice was really beautiful, and I lost myself in it. However, when I entered the auditorium, the girl who was singing had already left. When Brittany told me about you, I connected the dots and now here I am." She took another bite of apple. "Really, your voice is outstanding."

"I...well thank you, Quinn."

She really didn't know what else to say. She was socially awkward. With the lack of friends and all that. The fact that Quinn had secretly listened to her sing wasn't helping.

She took another bite of pasta just to keep herself busy.

Quinn smirked.

"I see you are familiar with my name too."

Rachel smiled. "I think everyone in this school knows your name Quinn Fabray."

Quinn slowly nodded. Then huffed.

"Yeah, you are probably right."

She didn't look pleased with that information. Hmmm. Rachel thought everybody would be pleased with that.

"So tell me, Rachel Berry, what do you like to do in your free time. Aside from singing, that is."

Once again, Rachel was surprised. It was one thing to compliment her singing, even Santana had done that in a moment of weakness, but to start a conversation with her? Learn things about each other? Nobody had ever bothered to do that before.

Quinn was obviously something else.

Rachel cleared her throat and watched Quinn eat her apple.

"Well, I like to watch musicals and play scrabble with my dads. Also, I like to read."

Quinn swallowed.

"Your dads? What kind of books do you like the most?"

The question wasn't asked in a mocking way. Yet, Rachel always got really protective about her dads. Mess with her as much as you want, but don't you dare insult her dads.

Rachel sit up straighter.

"Yes, my dads. Hiram and Leroy Berry. Do you have problem with that?"

Quinn straightened herself, too.

"No, I don't really. I would just like to know what it was like. You didn't answer my other question though."

Rachel looked at her straight in the eye. "You want to know what it was like growing up with gay parents?"

Quinn shook her head. "Or just...you know, with parents." Quinn closed her eyes and looked down. "I'm sorry that was a stupid question."

She tossed her apple. It perfectly landed in the trash across the room. She didn't look at Rachel again. She kept staring at floor.

Rachel's eyes softened. She smiled.

"It's okay Quinn. I just get a little protective over them because people usually think they are a bad influence and that we are all going to hell."

Quinn's wide eyes shoot up. "I would never..."

Rachel cut her off. "I know that now, Quinn. I'm sorry I didn't realize that sooner. And to answer you question, it was wonderful. They were the most supportive and caring parents ever. They still are."

Quinn smiled.

"I'm glad. But I can't seem to understand why are you avoiding my other question." Quinn asked with the raise of an eyebrow.

That eyebrow was going to kill Rachel. She was sure of it.

Just at that moment, they heard school bell ring.

Quinn groaned. Rachel felt a pang of sadness in her chest. She didn't want to end the conversation so soon. There was a big chance that Quinn wouldn't talk to her ever again. She'd go out of that bathroom door and people would convince her that Rachel was just some loser not worth spending her time on.

Quinn stood up. "Well, Rachel Berry, it was nice chatting with you." She offered her hand.

Rachel put her pasta away and stood up too.

"Pleasure was all mine, Quinn Fabray."

She reached out to shake Quinn's hand. As soon as their hands touched, she felt electricity shoot up in her hand.

Quinn literally jumped away staring with wide eyes at her hand.

There it was. She realized with whom she was talking with all that time. She was probably disgusted right now. Rachel knew it would happen eventually. She just hoped it wouldn't happen so soon.

Quinn came back to her senses and ran out of the bathroom. In all the hurry she didn't even picked up her plate.

Rachel felt a single tear slide down her cheek.

Quinn didn't know what was happening. Her head was starting to get fuzzy. Her eyes were glazed over and she prayed to God she'd got home before she passed out.

She was ecstatic when she found out who was the owner of that voice. She tried to find the girl the whole day but without successes. Finally, frustrated, she gave up and went to the bathroom to eat her lunch in peace. And there, she met Rachel Berry. The brunette was beautiful. Quinn managed to keep her cool and had a nice conversation with her.

But when their hands touched...

She ran faster.

Just a few more blocks. You can do it. Deep breathes.

When she finally reached her house, she banged on the door as hard as she could.

"Kurt, for God's sake open this door right now!"

Her breathing was growing shallower with every second.

The door opened a few moments later.

Kurt stood there, looking at her with wide eyes. ''What's going on, sis? You're scaring me.''

She couldn't stand it any more. She fell to her knees. "My arm...is burning." Was all she managed out before darkness completely over came her.

A/N This idea with touch is from a book called 'This One Time' so like...don't sue me xD Thoughts? :)