Author's Note: Here is chapter 3. I hope y'all like it. Again I say...I really need a beta type person. Mostly to just read over stuff and bounce ideas off of. I have two people I usually do this with but they don't know this fandom. It'd help if someone did. The other fiction I'm working on is a Brittany/Rachel fiction. So...hit me up if your interested.

Chapter 3

Rachel made it to the shared room first, she claimed the bed closest to the window by placing her duffel bag on it. She walked over to the closed curtains and pushed them open revealing a view of the bustling life in L.A. A smile made it's way onto her face as she pulled out her ipod and removed the headphones. She tapped the touch screen on it til she found the song she was looking for Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore, the music blasted through the speakers on the device and filled the room. She found herself singing along with it as she flitted about the room emptying her duffel bag into her side of the provided drawers. She found the small closet at the opening of the room and put her now empty duffel bag in it. As she walked back to her side, bouncing slightly singing out 'But it was a trick and the clock struck twelve..' the door to the room slammed open revealing a very irritated looking cheerleader.

Quinn practically stomped to the vacant bed, the diva could tell she was seething as she begin ripping items out of her bag and throwing them into the empty drawers. Hazel eyes flickered up to brown when the music abruptly stopped.

"We are sharing a room Man Hands but don't get any ideas of molesting me in my sleep Tranny." She snarled, tossing the empty bag onto of the small dresser housing their clothes.

"I had no intentions of 'molesting' you Quinn. I don't why you have to continue to verbally assault me. I did nothing to you, there is no reason for such childish behavior. I believe we can put it behind us, even if just for Nationals, so that we can get along and provide a good example for our fellow team mates." Rachel hardly rambled anymore unless she was nervous, the blond knew this but couldn't fathom why.

"Childish? Really, says the girl that used to dress like a horrible Japanese porno person. You looked like a little school girl and a grandmother at the same time. I heard those Japanese business men love trannys, is it true?" She growled out, mentally flinching at the hurt in those big brown doe eyes.

Rachel didn't respond she simply grabbed her key card off the bedside table and left the room. After hearing the click of the door closing the cheerleader deflated and sat down on her bed, dropping her head into her hands.

"Why can't I just stop being such a bitch..." She murmured to herself, lost in her thoughts.

Rachel walked out the sliding doors, that squeaked loudly in protest when they did open, she took a deep breath the air feeling her lungs making her feel free and not like the caged animal she had felt like a few minutes ago. She remembered Mr Shue mentioning that Nationals would be held at the Hilton convention center, her eyes caught the large sign a little ways down the street, so she headed in that direction. No one looked to her or apologized as the bumped into her in passing, she simply smiled and continued on her way. Three blocks later she was entering the convention center, a sign was set up already that said Show Choir Nationals Floor 1 Room A.

Tomorrow New Directions would start their practice in the allotted time given to them, but today it was some of the other teams and muffled music came from the closed doors before her. A tanned hand reaches out and turns the nob pushing the door to enter the room where her hopes for the glee club would either happen or be crushed.

Instead of the opposing teams she sees a single girl up on stage, a pair of black dickies cover the girls long lean legs. Her converse slap against the smooth surface as she bounces up and kicks her leg into the air, a pale arm pumping into the air as the other clutches a bedazzled microphone. A black studded belt peaks out from underneath a faded blue shirt and the button up black sleeveless vest. Blonde curls sway from side to side, a dazzling smile makes cobalt blue eyes light up as the music thumps in the background.

'Let's be friends so we can make out' The sexy drawl makes Rachel's eyes darken and the girl on stage notices her, her eyes raking over the divas form before giving her a small wink. Black covered hips sway seductively as she finishes off the chorus of the song, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as the music drops off and the stage goes silent.

The blonde on stage claps, "Good job guys that sounded pretty amazing, lets take a break for now and I'll see you guys back here in an hour." Her voice was perky and her band mates nodded and shuffled off stage. Cobalt blue eyes turned back to the diva with a quirk of her pale pink lips.

"Hey there," Her voice cuts through the distance pulling Rachel from her haze. "I'm Emily. Who are you?" She finishes with a slight tilt of her head and a dazzling smile.

"I-I'm uh..." The small brunette trails off trying to form thoughts in her star struck brain.

"Aw, did you forget? Are you lost?" Emily giggles as she makes her way towards the diva. Coming to a stop in front of the shorter girl she places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's okay I promise I don't bite unless asked." A playful wink comes from the blonde.

"Oh..." A blush spreads across tan cheeks. "My name's Rachel Berry. I'm here in New York for the show choir nationals."

"Oh yeah? I'm the host. I was practicing the opening song while the stage had some free time." She lets out a small huff and turns to glance at the stage, when she turns back to the diva she gives her a small smile. "It seems I have an hour break now though, we could...go get lunch and talk some more if you'd like Rachel?"

Brown eyes widen slightly, a hasty nod comes from Rachel. The blonde lets out another low laugh before grasping a pale hand and pulling the tiny singer along.

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