Note: Due to insistence from quite a lot of reviews, story alerts and favourites, I've decided to carry on this story. Just be warned, I'm going to have fun with this but I have no idea where to take it, so bare with me.

She had resolved herself not to get too worked up over her missing journal. As she sat at home, tapping away at her laptop, uploading her most recent MySpace video, she silently scolded herself for getting so sad about it. It's just a journal. She thought. Just because someone might have it, and can read all my own personal feelings, and see things that really shouldn't be seen by anyone but me... her mind trailed off as the video finished uploading. Within minutes, a flurry of comments appeared on the page, and her initial excitement dropped as she read them. Again, the cheerleaders were ridiculing her videos; posting comments insisting she 'Go back to the Shire', 'Have a nose job' and 'Put a sock in it'. She didn't even know why they did this to her. It made her feel awful. She slammed the laptop shut and collapsed onto her bed. Sniffling into her pillow she let her mind wander to nicer things. Things like that nice Finn boy who sat next to her in math today.

He raced home and ran up the stairs, ignoring his mom. Dumping his bag in the corner of his room, he immediately reached under the bed for the diary. For some weird reason, the little pink diary had been on his mind all day. His hands found it quickly, and he made himself comfortable on the bed, adamant that he'd read a couple of extra entries today. Opening up at the first couple of pages, he began to read.

December 24th 2009

Dear Barbara,

Well it's Christmas Eve. If it weren't for me being Jewish, I'd be hoping for some wonderful gifts this year. Instead though, we're going to spend our Christmas day doing the usual thing and ordering in Chinese. But I have decided to try and give back this year; so I'm going to bake some of my dad's homemade sugar cookies and hand them out at the soup kitchen tomorrow afternoon. I'd like to help the homeless. They'll appreciate my culinary skills, I'm sure of it.

Now time to watch 'Funny Girl' and drink some herbal tea.

Night x

Finn smiled broadly. Something about this mysterious Diary Girl made him want to laugh out loud. He'd noticed that after each entry, rather than sign a name, the Diary Girl had stuck a gold star sticker. It was endearing, and strangely cute. He carried on reading.

December 25th 2009

Dear Barbara,

Guess what? My daddy totally bought me something for Christmas! Ok, so it was just a new laptop, but still! I'm so happy!

I didn't get a chance to bake the sugar cookies though; we went out for dinner at Breadstix this year. The vegan meatballs were ok. It was lovely. I thought I saw some people from school there too. Not that they noticed. I think they were from the popular group. Cheerleaders and whatnot.

Night x

His heart felt a sudden tug as he read the last line. He was beginning to feel sorry for this Diary girl. The first couple of entries seemed rather bubbly, but she seemed pretty sad when it came to talking about people from school. Maybe this girl isn't very popular. He thought. That would explain the fact that she kept a diary. No one he knew kept a diary; and he had a popular circle of friends. He seriously wanted to try and find this girl, but part of him still wanted to learn more about her. So he read on, skipping to New Years in hopes of seeing something interesting.

Januray 1st 2010

Dear Barbara,

New Year. New start. My new year's resolutions are as follows;

1. To work harder towards my inevitable stardom
2. Be less demanding
3. To eat healthier

Also, if New Year's require wishes as well, I want some diamond earrings, a kitten, to meet Barbara Streisand, and a boyfriend. Thank You.

xx

He furrowed his brow at the last thing on her wish list. So she was single? Or at least she was at the beginning of the year. Then again, she did seem particularly unpopular. This gave him another clue towards finding the mysterious Diary Girl; She's single and unpopular. That narrows it down to about...half the students of McKinley High. He sighed.

He had no idea why he cared so much but he kept reading, the thought of her, maybe getting herself a boyfriend, tossling about in his head. He flicked through a couple of pages quickly, skipping a few entries where the only sentences said "ate at Breadstix", "had my nails done" etc. He eventually reached one for the first day back at school after Christmas. It was long, and he delved straight in.

January 11th 2010

Dear Barbara,

Well how can I possibly explain how my day was? Put it simply; it was dreadful.

I woke up feeling refreshed and ready for school, and I was eager to get started with this 'new' year. But of course, I turned up at school, wearing the most adorable outfit I think I've ever worn, and was met almost instantly with rebuke.
First it was the cheerleaders; for the sake of anonymity, we'll use code names for the cheerleaders. So, anyway, that awful 'Satan' and her little friend 'ditzy' were both downright rude about my outfit. Homeschooled? I mean, really? Is that the best they can come up with? I'm so glad I don't share any classes with either of them. Bunch of meanies...

Finn had a feeling he knew who she was talking about, and it kind of hurt a little bit, knowing he was, in fact, 'friends' with some of those exact cheerleaders. He carried on...

And then there were the slushies. I will admit, Barbara, that I do enjoy the odd slushie as a light refreshment on occasion, though the prospect of the amount of calories in each one is somewhat daunting. But to have one thrown in your face? That is something I will never truly get used to. It's happened before, yes. Several times in fact. I've taken to keeping an extra set of clothes in my locker for just the occasion. But still, each time that horrific flavoured ice gets flung at you; it feels like a part of me is torn down with it. Especially when the person flinging the slushie holds no remorse whatsoever. Not to mention, it gets everywhere. On more than one occasion I've found a pool of melted ice in my bra.

Despite being somewhat disheartened by the Diary Girl's slushie story, Finn's male hormones couldn't help but take over at the thought of this girls' bra; and having ice in it. He shifted his position on his bed, before reading on.

So, of course, I had to change my top in the girls lavatory before my first class, which is not particularly the most comforting thing. I was really quite upset, especially when I had spent so much time preparing that outfit. Instead I had to make do with a pink blouse. So I started English class in pretty much the foulest mood.

I was a little relieved though, as I got to sit next to this rather lovely Asian girl. I'll admit, her wardrobe left something to be desired, but she seemed nice. 'Gothika' was particularly helpful in explaining to me what we had to do. Not that I didn't already know, but it was nice to chat to someone who actually seemed concerned. Her stutter was a tad distracting, but otherwise she was nice.

So yes, the day went by pretty smooth from then on. I saw 'Gothika' several more times after that, but we only exchanged glances. And there I was, thinking I'd finally made a friend. Oh well...

Time for bed now Barbara. Another disappointing day tomorrow.

Night x

Finn gulped as he felt a lump appear in his throat. He had no idea who this girl was, but he was definitely starting to feel sorry for her. She just seemed so sad. He had initially thought that this was just one of those diaries that people got, used for a couple of days, writing in stupid little anecdotes about their day, before quickly forgetting about. But after flicking through the book, he could see almost half the pages had been written in, with almost excruciating detail in some of the entries. And the school year had barely even started. He was far too curious to put the diary down now, so he continued through to the next longest entry and read through it...

January 20th 2010

Dear Barbara,

Today was a lot better. Ok, so Satan and Ditzy still made fun of my pantsuit, but I still insist that it's a lovely outfit. And I swear I got a judgemental scowl from that effeminate guy in my Geography class. I hear he likes Wicked, so I think we'll name him 'Glinda'. (Obviously, I'd be Elphaba) But I don't speak to him that much. Only every now and then when we rub shoulders in class. He seems much more interested in doodling in his notebook.

Anyway, I digress. So, I made it all the way to lunch without a slushie, and I was simply elated. My daddy had packed a nice lunch, and, feeling a little adventurous, I decided to go outside to eat it. The library was always so stuffy and it smelt funny. But rather than hang around where the crowds were (to avoid attracting unwanted attention to myself) I went up to the football field, and sat on the bleachers. Lunch was lovely; a tofu tortilla with lettuce and tomato and a nice juicy apple. I was just enjoying my apple when I saw those Neanderthal football players come storming onto the field. I never understood why any of those popular cheerleaders like the football players. Half of them are wider than they are tall, and they all seem to share a brain cell...

Finn couldn't help but feel suddenly very offended by the Diary Girl's remark. He wasn't that fat...and he did have more than one brain cell. He thought...

Of course, I tried my best to get away as quickly as I could. One thing I could not stand is being ridiculed by that pretentious bunch of meatheads. No, I won't associate with bullies.
Instead, I returned to the library, where I enjoyed some light entertainment in the form of some of the celebrity biographies. I had planned to read them all, but having such a busy schedule means I can only manage one or two a week. I believe Patti LuPone is on my list next. I should look that up.

So that was my day. It went rather smoothly, all things considered. Though I think I will avoid the pantsuit next time.

Night night Barbara x

Finn pondered as he closed the book and rapped his fingers on the cover thoughtfully. His intrigue was slowly growing, and he now had a better clue to help him find out the identity of the mysterious Diary Girl. She hung out in the library most lunchtimes and she often was teased by 'Satan' and 'Ditzy'. He didn't know who 'Ditzy' was, but he could take an educated guess at who 'Satan' was. Of course, he couldn't go to her, asking about this girl. For one, she'd probably tear him a new one about reading some girls diary, and if he ever did find out who the Diary Girl was, 'Satan' would probably rip her a new one too. Or worse. He shook his head at the thought. He'd have to do his own investigating, and the prospect of doing so excited him a little bit. He nodded to himself, as if confirming his own thoughts; he would go to the library tomorrow at lunch and search out this girl. He had to know who she was.

Still mourning her loss, and still somehow expecting it to magically turn up, Rachel filtered her way through the numerous students making their way to lunch. She had received a number of soul-crushing insults from some of the cheerleaders this morning, the most hurtful one being 'shemale'. She really hated that cheerleading captain. If she didn't have such popular, or simply terrifying friends, Rachel would scratch her eyes out and pull out all that pretty blonde hair. She huffed and lifted her head at the thought. No. Rachel Berry was bigger than that. She was not a fighter. At least not physically.

She manoeuvred her way through the crowds, her lunch rattling in her bag as she made her way towards the library. Stepping in and wafting in the familiar scent, she made her way over to her usual spot in the corner; a desk designed for students wanting privacy. There was supposed to be a no eating rule in the library, but no one ever obeyed it. The real rule was all about keeping quiet. And Rachel was good at that. At least out loud. Her mind had different ideas.

She had math again today, and a part of her wished that Finn would be back in their class. Of course she knew he wouldn't be, but she could still hope. She was a tad relieved to discover that the quarterback was, in fact, a sophomore, and so not entirely out her league. Though he being a quarterback and one of the more popular students meant he was still far above her on the high school 'food chain'. She was sure he only spoke to her because he wanted to make use of her academic skills anyway. At least that was the excuse she used. Despite how adorably embarrassed he seemed.

She sighed to herself as she set up her lunch and began nibbling at the petite sandwich she had prepared that morning. She skimmed over some of the gossip magazine on the table, laughing at the number of "Him and Her finally together!" and "Couple officially dating" articles.

He had just managed to slither his way out of class before Puck could catch him, and he practically bolted for the library. He'd actually only ever been in the library once, that he could remember, and he seemed to recall that he had been banned subsequently after that one visit. Probably Puck's fault, he thought as he turned up at the door. He had no idea why he seemed so nervous, but the prospect of seeing this mysterious Diary Girl, seemed to get him all riled up. He hadn't even considered what he'd say. Entering the library he let out a heavy sigh as he began his search, carefully looking between each bookcase, judging each person there, the pink diary currently residing in his backpack.

He became suddenly very worried as he surveyed the possible 'diary girls'. All seemed to be wearing the same thing; shirts or sweaters and long skirts, or dresses designed for primary school teachers. They were all a world away from what Finn was used to, and the prospect of going up to one of these girls and saying "Hi, I'm Finn. I found your diary. Here. I did read some of it by the way" suddenly felt like the most terrifying thing he could ever do, and he had once stared down a 250 pound left tackle.
He noticed several dudes amongst the bookshelves, but he had long since eliminated the possibility of the diary belonging to a guy; even an effeminate one. No, Finn was quietly confident that the author was a girl.

It was then that he spotted her; a girl sitting alone on a table, skimming through some magazines. She was wearing similar clothes to everyone else in the library, but she seemed at least slightly better looking than the others. It couldn't help to ask. He thought as he crept up to the table, quietly trying to convince himself to do this. She didn't move as he approached, so he cleared his throat. She lifted her head and didn't' seem to respond before he spoke;

"You wouldn't happen to keep a diary would you?"

She had just finished her lunch when a girl came and sat beside her, not speaking a word. Rachel looked up to see it was one of the girls from the AV club. She coughed lightly to try and attract her attention, but the girl didn't move. Rachel continued to look at her for a second, but the girl remained steadfast as she silently skimmed through the magazines. Rachel was used to being ignored, even by the members of the AV club, but this just seemed cold; ignoring someone right beside you. She huffed loudly and stood up, taking her bag and a magazine with her, moving her place over to sit against the celebrity biography section. She turned back once to see the girl was still staring down at her magazine. How rude. Rachel thought, opening the magazine up at the make-up and hair section, trying to memorise what she was reading.

He didn't quite know how to register it at first. His initial reaction had him gripping his cheek in comfort. His second reaction had him muttering "I'm sorry" to the blonde girl who had now stood up and marched away. He had no idea why she had slapped him, seemingly unprovoked. He had only asked her if she kept a diary. But a part of him took that as a 'no'. He slumped into the seat she had just vacated, and began rubbing his face softly to try and sooth the large red mark that was slowly making its way over his cheek. Jeez, could she slap. He decided to skip going back to Puck and the other football guys, who would only question his red face, and instead opted to slip out the pink diary and do some more reading. He looked around; making sure the coast was clear, before he set the diary on his knees, beneath the table and began to read one of the next bigger entries.

January 22nd 2010

Dear Barbara,

Fridays are the worst.

So today started out as it normally does. A slushie in the face thanks to one of those Neanderthal football players. I think it was the one with the Mohawk. He would be mildly attractive if he didn't have the personality of a weevil. And of course, a well-time insult from those god-awful cheerleaders. Today, it was that Little Miss Peroxide, the Cheerio's captain. I didn't think mortal enemies existed, but I definitely think 'Barbie' is my mortal enemy. She makes Cruella Deville look like a saint...

Finn stifled a laugh as he read. He knew who these people were. The guy with the Mohawk was Puck. He knew that for certain; the slushies, the attractiveness, and the personality of a...What the hell is a weevil? He knew the 'Barbie' as well. In fact, he probably knew her too well. Cheerleading captain. Pretty nasty. That was Quinn. Quinn Fabray. Who so happened to be his girlfriend. He shrugged, checking the coast was clear again, before carrying on.

...I seriously think that, If I could, I would pull that girl's ponytail straight out of her head. And I do not condone violence Barbara. But she's just so horrid.

Things did get a little better in the afternoon. I managed to rescue my lipstick from the toilet. I have no idea how they got it, but I managed to get to it before someone flushed it. Thankfully they chose a reasonably clean toilet. As clean as toilets can be anyway.

I also saw this cute guy today. I know, unusual for me to be talking about guys but, there was just something about him that drew me to him. It was strange. I was walking down the corridor to my locker when I saw him. He was with three of his football buddies. Now I know what you're thinking, and yes, I still think all those horrid football players are Neanderthals, but this one at least seemed partially attractive. And he wasn't throwing slushie's at anyone. So he was better than the rest of them, in my book. I managed to sneak a look before they took too much notice of me. He had this cute face with these almost too gorgeous amber eyes. And he was soooo tall! Like, near enough a foot taller than me. But it's not intimidating. Not really. And he has such a nice smile. He wasn't smiling at me, (why would he?) but he smiled at someone down the hall. And it was adorable.
I'm curious Barbara. Maybe I should do some digging and find out who he is.

Anyways, must dash, dad's ordering Chinese. Speak to you later.

Xx

Finn re-read the last paragraph again, trying to let the words sink in. 'amber eyes', 'soooo tall', 'foot taller'. Finn had a funny feeling that he knew exactly who the Diary Girl was referring to. Finn knew he was practically the tallest 16 year old in Lima. Maybe even in Ohio, and he knew for certain that there was no one taller than him in McKinley High. He gulped as he tossed the diary back into his bag.

He couldn't deny it. Diary Girl knew who he was.

And by the looks of things; She liked him.

P.S: Tricked you a little there? Hahaha Reviews welcome! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I should update (reasonably) soon. Still not sure what I'm going to do with it, but what the hell. We'll see.
Hope you like the nicknames. I might change some of them in the future (Partuicualrly Kurt and Tina's) but so far I like them. It's quite fun!
I'm also unsure of how I'm writing Rachel. Is she believable enough? I always assumed, prior to Glee club, Rachel was a bit of a loner. And I'm just guessing what she used to do with her time and what she was like. Constructive criticism is encouraged!