Hello guys! This is a prequal to a story I plan to write, however, I haven't written anything, let alone fanfition or a story in a very long time so please be gentle if you to choose to review, constructive criticism is always welcome. Almost all of the chapters to this prequal are written so don't worry too much about this one being completed.

Enjoy!

It took six year old Quinn Fabrey five minutes to realize that Rachel Berry was the prettiest girl in the world.

It's Open House day for the first grade and Quinn is holding tightly to her father's hand. She doesn't hide behind his leg though, because the Fabreys are not cowards. Her father and mother lead her into a room with many other children. She didn't say anything as her parents spoke in hushed tones about the other parents. She heard them mention little things until her mother visibly stiffened, she covered her mouth with a hand and leaned slightly towards her father, "Russell the Berry's are here."

Russell follows her gaze and so does Quinn, their eyes land on two men speaking excitedly to each other. Quinn then noticed the little girl at their feet. She stood straight with a white sweater on, in the middle of it a large gold star embroidered into the fabric. She had a white headband with tiny gold stars to match cutting through the long dark hair that tickled the middle of her back.

"We can't control where the sinful go, Judy," Russell scoffed at his wife. He then turned his face down to his daughter. "Quinn, why don't you go play with some of the other kids while we meet your teacher."

Quinn nodded, finally taking her eyes away from the other girl.

Quinn made her way over to the other children, but didn't find that they were doing anything in particular that interested her. She did however spy a nice dollhouse that was being left unattended, she set herself to remedying that. She settled down and started sifting through the bucket of dolls, trying to decide which ones she wanted to play with when suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Quinn turned her head to see the little girl from before holding her hand out. "I'm Rachel Berry."

Quinn sat there and stared at her for a moment, wondering if she had ever seen anyone as pretty as Rachel Berry, besides her mom of course. Finally, she stood up and took her hand which Rachel shook excitedly.

"I'm Quinn," she said quietly. They stood there quietly for a few minutes, slightly awkward in their own young ways. Finally, Rachel pointed at the dollhouse, "Can I play with you?"

Quinn nodded and Rachel wasted no time making herself comfortable in front of the dollhouse and picking out the doll with the most flashy outfit. Quinn more slowly sat next to her and picked up a doll in a more conservative outfit. Slowly, she got in the groove of playing dolls with Rachel. They end up playing a silly game where their dolls are famous singers, Rachel said they were on Broadway and even though Quinn thought that was probably a made up place, she couldn't remember the last time playing dolls was that fun.

All too soon, Judy was calling for her and whisking her back to the car. It was then in the car on their way home that Judy asked her if she had made any friends with the other kids.

Quinn nodded, "I met my friend Rachel Berry," as she talked, she didn't notice her mother and father sharing a look.

Judy spent the next week trying to prepare Quinn for the first grade, getting all of her school stuff together and squeezing in some last minute shopping.

One day when they were in the store to pick up some pencils for Quinn, Quinn spotted the toy aisle.

"Mommy can we go look at the toys?" she asked tugging at her mom's skirt. Judy Fabrey was thoroughly wrapped up in the paper in front of her face though, mumbling to herself, "What first grader needs 46 pencils?" Quinn tugged on her mom's skirt again. Judy finally shook herself out of her own thoughts and looked down at the little blond. "What is it, Quinny?"

Quinn pointed at the toy aisle, "Can we go look at the toys?" Judy sighed and then put on a soft smile, she put her hand on her daughter's head and nodded. Quinn grabbed her mother's hand and started toward the toy aisle with a big smile.

Once there, she let go of her mother's hand and ran to the dolls. Picking up one with a flashy outfit she held it up to her mother who was making her way over to join her. "Look Mommy, it's the doll Rachel used when we played dolls."

Judy's smile faltered, but quickly she covered it and reached for another doll. She held it so Quinn could look at it. The doll was wearing a pink polka dotted dress with a white apron. "What about this doll Quinny? Isn't she pretty?"

Quinn looked at the doll for a moment and then back to the doll in her hand. She looked up at her mom with a slight pout. "But mom, if I get this doll then Rachel will have a doll to play with when she comes over."

Judy couldn't find it in her heart at that moment to tell her daughter that Rachel probably wouldn't be coming over to play at their house, it would lead to Quinn asking her why and Judy just couldn't find a way to explain the dark parts of the world to her little girl yet. So with nothing to say, she relented to her daughter and agreed to buy the doll.

Later when she and her older sister were playing with Quinn's dollhouse, Frannie told her the new doll she got was ugly. Quinn hadn't opened the box, so she decided to tuck her away until Rachel came over so that she could surprise her. When she went back to play, Frannie had already picked out a husband for each of their dolls. As they played Quinn got a funny question in her head.

"Frannie?"

The other blond child didn't look away from her doll that she was dressing in another outfit.

"How do you know if you wanna marry someone?"

The older child started to brush her doll's hair with a small brush, "Mommy says that it's someone you love. She says that he should be your best friend and that you'll think that he's as beautiful as god intends everyone to be."

Quinn was practically jumping up and down as she waited for her mom to walk her into the school. She wanted to see Rachel again. Finally, Judy walked her up to her classroom and hugged her, letting her know she would be there as soon as Quinn got out of school so that she could tell her everything she learned.

Quinn ran into the room where she saw Rachel sitting at a round table. Quinn walked over to the seat next to the other girl and put her bag on the back of the chair, before sitting down next to her.

Rachel said hi and then started telling her everything she had been doing since they last saw each other. Quinn didn't get a word in before the teacher called for everyone's attention, but Quinn wasn't mad. Her mom had always told her that no one likes a girl who talks too much, but she obviously hadn't met Rachel Barry.

For the next few days it was all the same, the girls would talk, or Rachel would talk and Quinn would listen, until the teacher called their attention, then they would play all recess together, go back to class, have lunch together, go back to class and say goodbye before their parents picked them up.

On the second week of first grade, Rachel had asked Quinn to push her on the swing at recess. Typically, Quinn would beg her mom, dad or older sister to push her on the swings at the park, but Quinn had never been so happy to take a chance to push someone else on a swing.

When they found that Quinn wasn't strong enough to push Rachel very much, they collapsed into a fit of giggles and Quinn swore that God could not have made a prettier person than Rachel Berry.

"Rachel, are we best friends?" Quinn asked when she sat up in the grass. Rachel thought for a moment before nodding. "I'd say so."

Quinn smiled at her, "I'm gonna marry you Rachel."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Quinn we can't get married, that's for adults." Quinn didn't respond to that, but in that moment she promised herself she'd marry Rachel Berry one day.