AN: Thank you again for the support! :)

I might write a crack!fic about the evil male sex lol.

I've got this story planned out already, and I'm telling you not to worry about Quinn being pregnant.

Shane isn't a dude.

Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine.

Chapter 4

"This place reeks of dullness," groaned Rachel as she carries one of the boxes out of their car.

"Stop being like that and just bring your stuff inside the house," Hiram told her daughter. "Your dad is already inside."

The small brunette breathed exaggeratedly and made a beeline towards their new home. She noticed their neighbours looking at them sceptically. If this neighbourhood is one of those places infected with homophobes, I'm going to go spend Chrismukkah in a ninja suit, she mused to herself sarcastically. Just as she thought of that, two boys went by their house, riding a bicycle, shouting "Gays are not welcome here!" Well that's just great, she said as she entered the house. She decided against going after those idiots.

When Rachel finished unpacking her things, she went outside for a stroll. She passes by a park and sees a guy, who seems to be her age, sitting on a bench with a faraway look. I guess I better start making friends, she thought to herself with a roll of her eyes.

"Sup."

The guy gave Rachel a confused look, but was soon replaced with a dopey grin. "Hey."

"I'm Rachel."

"Finn."

"It's summer. Shouldn't you be with your friends or something." Finn made an expression which Rachel guessed is a frown. "Oh crap. Sorry, I didn't want to assume-"

The tall guy is now sporting a constipated look on his face. "What?"

"Never mind. May I sit beside you?"

Finn shrugged, "Sure." He is now fidgeting with his hands. "Hey, I haven't seen you around before. Do you, like, go to Carmel High?"

"Nope. We just moved here and I'll be going to McKinley."

"Cool. That's my school!"

Rachel chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm. "Is there a Starbucks here? I've been dying to get a Caffe Latte with soy milk," she groaned.

There's the constipated look again. "We only have the Lima Bean."

The diva's eyes widen. "Seriously?" The boy nodded. "Wow."

"Good job, Finnocence. You found yourself a rebound girl."

Santana and Brittany are taking a jog towards the pond which is located near the park. Brittany wanted to feed the ducks, and the Latina just couldn't say no to her. They didn't expect to see the giant oaf. They certainly didn't expect to see him already with another girl since he claimed he was in love with Quinn.

Finn groaned, "Santana, why are you following me around?"

"Please. I'm not following you around. It's not my fault Lima is the size of that girl over there and only has one duck pond," said Santana with a nod towards Rachel who has been quiet.

The tiny songstress couldn't concentrate when there are two hot girls standing in front of her wearing sports bras, running shorts and shoes. They are undeniably hot!, she thought to herself. Her eyes transfixed on the black-haired girl's chest.

"San, I think she's staring at your boobs." The taller blonde told the Latina.

Santana frowned and snapped her fingers in front of Rachel's face. "My eyes are up here, chica."

Rachel's gaze slowly moved up to see an irritated-looking Latina. "You shouldn't mar your beautiful face by frowning," she said with a wink as she got up from the bench.

Santana's eyes widen and her dark cheeks are slightly turning red. Before she can shout some Spanish curses towards the shorter girl, Brittany stepped up. "I know, right? I always tell her to stop being so grouchy, but she said she has to, so she can keep stupid boys, like Finn, away."

"Hey!" Finn, who was watching their interaction with a puzzled expression, shouted.

"Don't shout at Britts!" Santana snapped. "So who is this midget?"

Rachel rolled her eyes, took the Latina's hand and kissed her knuckles. "Rachel Berry, seniorita," she said with a cheshire smile.

Santana forcibly took her hand away from the other brunette, "Don't touch me!"

The petite diva arched a brow and looked at Brittany. "Hi! I'm Brittany! Don't worry about Santana. She actually likes being tou-" She was cut off by the Hispanic girl's hand over her mouth.

"Britts!" Santana retracted her hand. "Let's go. These losers are ruining my day."

"You're the one who approached us," Rachel said with a smirk.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said before walking away with the taller blonde.

"Wow. They're hot! I-"

Finn gave the brunette girl beside him a perplexed look. "What?"

"It's obvious they have nice bodies and their face-"

"Nice bodies?"

"Yeah, and their ass-"

"ASS?!"

Rachel huffed, "You should let me finish speaking, you know?"

The boy smiled sheepishly and asked, "Do you, like, like them?"

"I'm attracted to them, yes."

Finn's eyes widen and he looks around before asking, "Are you gay?" He asked in a hushed voice.

"I am a unicorn-riding, rainbow-sliding, pride flag-waving lesbian."

"Wow. I've never seen a gay girl before."

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with it?"

"N-no! It... It's just, in McKinley, we have a faggy boy and he gets bullied a lot." The tiny songstress slaps the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Never use that word. It's insulting and degrading."

"What word? Fag?" Another slap. "Hey!"

"I said don't use it."

Finn rubbed the back of his head. "Fine. Sorry. I won't use that word ever again."

Rachel gave the tall boy a huge smile. "Good. Now tell me about Santana and Brittany."

"They're two of the most popular girls in school- they're cheerleaders. They also have another friend-" Finn spat the word friend. "-and the students in our school call them the Unholy Trinity."

The brunette rolled her eyes at the name. Unholy Trinity. Hmm. Just how unholy are they? "Wait. You said something about another friend?" Finn nodded. "I assume she's as hot as those two?" She asked while wiggling her brows.

Finn frowned. "She's my ex and I don't really want to talk about her."

"Oh, sorry. Talking helps, you know?" Rachel gave him a sympathetic smile. She has a feeling her new friend's relationship has ended badly.

"I know, but I just met you and you kinda remind me of someone."

"Yeah? Who?" The short girl is genuinely curious. Who could possibly be as awesome as I am?

Fin gave a long, weary sigh. "Can we please not talk about it?"

Rachel frowned. Whoever that person is might have done something unpleasant to her new friend. She nodded. Her phone chimed and she sees a message from her dad. "I better go home. See you in school!"

"School is starting in two days. How come we haven't seen the Fabrays yet?" Rachel asked her fathers before taking a bite of her dinner.

"That's because Judy and Russell are away. They won't be here until next week," Hiram answered her daughter.

"What about Lucy?"

Leroy shrugged, "I don't know, dear. Judy told me Lucy is... busy."

"Huh." Rachel pursed her lips and continued eating her food.

"So who is this Finn boy again?" asked Hiram with a raise of his eyebrow.

The youngest Berry groaned. "He is the very first friend I made in Lima. And I think you forgot that I'm into girls."

Leroy chuckled, "I was also into girls when I was your age-" Hiram huffed in his place. "-but then I met your daddy." He gave his husband a kiss on his cheek.

Rachel smiled at her daddies' affection towards one another. "Well, my attraction to girls will last forever."

After dinner the petite diva laid down on her bed. I wonder if I'll see Lucy in McKinley. Or maybe she goes to that other school: Caramel? Cornell? Cornetto? Rachel misses her best friend. Yes, they haven't contacted one another for almost two years, but Lucy still holds that special place in her heart. The small brunette fell asleep dreaming of honey blonde hair and captivating hazel eyes.

Rachel Berry is currently standing in front of William McKinley High School's doors. She took a deep breath. Before she can enter the door, some dude with an animal on his head shoved her out of the way and hurried inside. She just shrugged it off. There are ruder people in New York. Once she got inside, she sees the rude guy give roses to a blonde cheerleader whose back is turned. She has nice ass... ets. She smirked to herself. Roses are way to cliche, she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Rachel!" The small brunette sees a lumbering Finn walking towards her. She knows the boy is a little uncomfortable with her sexuality, but that doesn't mean she won't be friends with him. People have trouble accepting what they don't understand. Rachel eyes the letterman jacket Finn is wearing. It's the same one the animal-haired guy has. Maybe he knows that douche who just pushed me.

"Good morning, Finn. Can you please accompany me to my locker since I don't want to go to the office and have some snarky old lady give me vague instructions."

There is the constipated look Rachel is slowly getting used to. "What?"

The small girl sighed. "Can you help me look for my locker?"

Finn beamed. "Oh, why didn't you just say so?" Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes and just gave him a huge smile.

While walking, the new girl looked over her shoulder to where the mohawked guy is and asked, "Do you know that guy with the 'hawk?"

She notices Finn's mood change to a sour one. "His name is Puck. He was my best friend," he sneered. "He's actually the one who I think is like you."

I don't look like I have a dead squirrel on my head. "Oookay," Rachel said awkwardly. She doesn't know how to react to what her new friend has just said. She looks back to this Puck dude and sees him dump a slush on a goth-looking Asian. "What the hell?" She ran towards the girl and pushed Puck away.

"The fu-"

"What is your problem?!" Rachel shouted at the boy. She was so infuriated she didn't notice the shocked face of the blonde cheerleader holding three roses. She turned to look at the shivering girl. "Let's get you cleaned up." She said softly.

"Y-you shouldn't have helped me." The Asian girl said with a small voice as she grabbed paper towels.

Rachel frowned, "Why not?"

"A girl t-told me the jocks initiate the people they deem as l-losers when freshmen come to school. You, helping me, automatically makes you a l-loser too."

The smaller girl's frown gets deeper. "Well, I'm not a freshman and I'm absolutely no loser, neither are you. If those idiots think they can just push people around, they're wrong. Rachel Berry does not let people step on her and other people."

The goth gave her a small smile. "G-good luck with that, Rachel Berry. I'm T-Tina Cohen-Chang."

The brunette smiled and finished helping Tina clean herself. "What do you know about that Puck dude? He seems like a huge ass."

The Asian giggled. "He k-kinda is. He's the school man-whore, b-but according to rumours, he stopped his... c-conquests for a while because he is t-trying to get inside the head cheerleader's p-pants."

That blonde girl must be the head cheerleader, Rachel thought. Before she can ask who the head cheerleader is, the bell rings. "Hey, I guess I'll see you later at lunch?"

Tina's small eyes widen. "Y-you still want be seen with m-me?"

"Of course. We're friends now."

"I-I... thanks."

"I better get going." Once the smaller girl has reached the door, she looked over her shoulder. "By the way, you should stop with the fake stuttering. It doesn't really suit you," she said before leaving a baffled Asian behind.

Quinn Fabray is in her English AP class. She's sitting beside an Asian footballer with an indifferent look when her mind drifted to the girl who played hero awhile ago. She looks just like Rachel. But what is Rachel doing here? Shouldn't she be in New York. Even if she's here, why didn't she tell me? Oh yeah, we stopped talking. Her thoughts were interrupted when the girl she's been thinking of entered the room.

"Sorry I'm late," the petite brunette panted.

Mr. Cox just looked at her with a bored expression. "Name?"

"Rachel. Rachel Berry," the girl said as she straightened her posture.

"Don't be late next time." The teacher looked around. "Go sit next to mr. Chang over there," he pointed a finger towards an Asian boy. Rachel nodded and took the empty seat beside him.

"Hi, my name's Mike," the boy said with a smile.

At least he's not one of those self-absorbed jocks. "Hey. Is he always like that?" Rachel nodded to where the teacher is standing.

"Sadly, yes. I had him last year. I don't know why they still let him teach here when he makes it obvious he dislikes us," said Mike with a shake of his head.

"Mr. Chang, Miss Berry, pay attention to class. You'll have time to talk about nonsense later," Mr. Cox said with an annoyed tone.

Meanwhile, Quinn is frozen on her seat. She couldn't believe it. Her best friend is actually here and she hasn't even noticed her! She is the most wanted, most popular girl in school and Rachel hasn't even looked in her direction. Maybe it's because you are no longer that acne-ridden, fat girl. Or maybe it's because you don't have your glasses anymore. Or maybe it's because of the nose. Yep, definitely the nose, she thought to herself.

The HBIC frowned. Her mind flashed back to the past when Rachel stood up for her against the mean kids. She remembered how the brunette acted just an hour ago when she helped the Asian girl leave the hallway- away from the laughing students. She really has a good heart. Quinn sighed and decided to start paying attention to their English teacher.

After the most tedious lesson Rachel has ever experienced, she walked out of the class, but only had a few steps before something cold hit her face with a sting.

"What. The. Actual. Fu-" The petite diva was cut off by a roaring laughter. She tried opening her eyes, but it hurts too much.

"That's what you get for helping the goth loser." Freaking animal-haired douchebag. She could feel that the jock is right in front of her so she grabbed him and pushed him on the floor. Rachel opened her eyes a little, straddled Puck and punched him. The mohawked boy shoved her away and stood up while holding the side of his face. "You're lucky I don't hit girls," he said before walking away.

Mike showed up beside her and helped her stand up. "That was pretty badass, but you just practically sentenced yourself to the endless torture of the football players and, maybe, the Cheerios."

Rachel closed her eyes again. "You're a football player. Why aren't you torturing me now?"

"It's not my thing. Plus, they think Asians aren't capable of doing anything mean, which is totally fine with me." Mike shrugged nonchalantly.

"That's... stupid."

The Asian boy chuckled, "I know! They almost didn't even allow me to join the team because they think I'm exactly one of those Asian stereotypes: grade-conscious and highly intelligent, but not good in physical sports."

"Well, I'm going to assume you're smart since we have English AP together." They both laughed. "Have you ever thrown a slushy to another student?"

Mike shook his head even though he knows the girl couldn't see it. "No. I don't find torturing people entertaining." He eyes the short brunette in front of him. "You should probably clean up before the colour stains your clothes. I would help you, but..."

Rachel gives him a small smile. "It's okay. Just guide me to where the restroom is. I'm really having trouble opening my eyes."

Oh crap. I now have blue stains on my shirt and I feel like my eyesight is getting kinda blurry. Great, Rachel said to herself sarcastically while looking at the mirror. Her gaze travelled downwards to where her hands are gripping the sink. She sees the bracelet Lucy gave her. I wonder where she is. I would've seen her already if she goes to this school. The tiny songstress actually prides herself for having an awesome Lucy-radar. She could always sense her best friend's presence, but, apparently, it's not working now. Maybe she doesn't go here. Or maybe my radar wore off because I haven't seen her since I left Fairbrook.

When Rachel stepped out of the restroom, her attention snapped towards two people kissing by the lockers. Even with a slightly altered vision, she perceived that it's Puck- you can't not recognize the hair- and the blonde cheerleader. I just got out of the restroom and now I think I might vomit. She can't take a good look at the blonde's face because the footballer's hands and mouth are covering it. The small brunette wants to walk away, but something is telling her she should see what the cheerleader looks like. Her curiosity won, so she hid behind another set of lockers and waited for the couple to finish.

"Baby, I'm so turned on right now." She hears Puck say. Barbra! Can't they go find a room? Or a janitor's closet?

"I'm not sure, Puck." Rachel thinks the girl's voice is oddly similar to Lucy's, only it's more nasally and more matured.

"Everybody's doing it." The diva frowned- she has a good idea what it is. I haven't done it after I broke up with my last ex-girlfriend! His statement is totally invalid. She decided to listen a little closer. "If we have sex, our relationship will get stronger and we'll be McKinley's power couple."

"We are already McKinley's power couple."

"I'll go to your house later. Your parents are still away, right?"

"Yeah. I don't know, Puck. I-I've never done it before." At this statement, Rachel's eyebrows went up to her hairline.

She hears the jock chuckle. "I'll bring wine coolers. It'll make you relax even more." The small girl has had enough. She lost her virginity because she was drunk and she wasn't about to let it happen to another girl, so she made her way towards the couple.

"Hey, you should probably take a look at your car. I think someone totalled it," Rachel said with sweet smile to Puck. Of course, she's not sure if the boy even has a car, but when she sees his face contort in anger, she knew her plan worked.

"If you had anything to do with it, I swear I'll make your life a living hell!" He sneered before stomping away, leaving his girlfriend with the brunette.

"Oh, wow. He's probably going to be pissed if he finds out I tricked him," Rachel stated, still looking towards the direction the guy has stormed off. She decided to take a look at the quiet blonde beside her. Holy mother of Barbra! There's something about her, but I can't put a finger on it. She looks... familiar. She's beautiful. She realizes she said the last part aloud when the cheerleader blushes. "Um, hi, I'm Rachel."

The blonde cheerleader bit her lower lip, as if contemplating if she should introduce herself to the girl who just angered her boyfriend. "I'm Quinn," she finally said. "You shouldn't have done that."

Her name is similar to Lucy's middle name. How common is that name? "Done what?" Rachel asked innocently as she tilted her head a little to the side. "He was forcing you to do something you obviously don't want."

"You don't know what I want!" Quinn snapped. She felt a little guilty, but she shrugged it off. She doesn't know how to react now that her best friend is here. It's been years and now she's here. The blonde didn't want the diva to give up on messaging her even though she stopped giving her replies. The HBIC knows she's being a hypocrite, but she doesn't care at that moment.

The smaller girl's eyes widened. "Y-you wanted to lose your virginity to some ass who basically told you he's going to get you drunk first?" She asked in disbelief.

Quinn sighed, "... no, but I could've handled that by myself." Why doesn't she recognize me? I know I changed... a lot, but still. Did the bright lights in New York damage her ability to see? Should I tell her I'm Lucy? No. She is Lucy's best friend. You are no longer Lucy. You will never be Lucy ever again, she thought to herself.

Rachel chuckled dryly, "Fine." She said before walking away.

"How was your first day in school?" Hiram asked her daughter excitedly.

The two Berrys are sitting on the couch in their living room, waiting for Leroy to go home from work.

"It was okay. I made a few friends." Rachel said nonchalantly.

Leroy suddenly appeared behind them and said, "You don't seem to be very eager about it."

"Hey, dad." "Hello, honey." Rachel and her daddy said at the same time.

The youngest Berry shrugged. "Meh. I'm just tired."

Her fathers looked unconvinced, but they let it slide for now. "Judy called. She said they will be back here in Lima tomorrow morning, so I invited them to have dinner with us tomorrow," said Leroy while eyeing Rachel. He wants to know how she would react to that, but she just looked like she doesn't even care.

"That's great! We still haven't thanked them properly for helping us get our jobs!" Hiram said enthusiastically.

Leroy turned to look at his daughter who is eerily quiet. "So... have you seen Lucy in school? Judy said she goes to McKinley."

Rachel's eyebrows furrowed. "I haven't seen her."

"Maybe you just didn't recognize her." The diva's head tilted in confusion. "Judy said she's been working out and she lost her glasses. And you know, puberty- which, by the way, still hasn't visited you." Leroy said with a chuckle. He looked over to his husband who is also giggling. "You got your height from your dad." The giggling stopped. Rachel and Hiram huffed. "Anyway, maybe you passed by her and you thought she's just another girl."

"Lucy isn't just another girl."

Hiram gave Leroy a knowing smile, "We know, sweetie."

"Ugh! She is so frustrating. First, she doesn't answer my e-mails. Now, there's a possibility she's hiding from me- avoiding me!" Rachel stood up and started pacing around the room.

"Can you please sit down?" Rachel complies. "If you don't see her in school tomorrow, you'll see her on our dinner with them. You can ask her yourself." Leroy said with a small smile.

The youngest Berry sighed, "Okay. I'll go upstairs and do... stuff." She kisses her daddies goodnight and went to her room.

AN: I know Puckleberry bromance is common in stories where Rachel is a badass, but I want to do something different.