Summary: Rachel Berry gets in an accident when she was 8 which gave her super powers. 6 years later she starts her first year of high school managing to keep her secret from the student body of McKinley High, but one thing leads to another and the two most popular (lesbian) girls of WMHS find out her secret. What will Rachel do now? Pezberry

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AN: Imagine that Emily Fields looks exactly like Shay Mitchell from the show "Pretty Little Liars"

*S*

Santana held Brittany's pinkie finger with her own while following Quinn around campus looking for losers to slushy. So far Quinn has thrown five slushies at unsuspecting victims. Santana wasn't in the mood for throwing any slushies on the first day so she just followed her best friend, and kept Brittany entertained with little games.

"Oh! Oh! I got it! Is it a duck?" the ditzy blonde exclaimed loudly when they were in the middle of playing "I Spy"

Santana smiled "Britt, you guessed duck three times now, and no, that's still not the answer"

"But you said it was something yellow. That means it's a duck! Ducks are yellow aren't they?" The tall blonde said with a cute pout.

Santana was about to ask Brittany why she would think that there would be a duck in the middle of a school hallway when Quinn stopped abruptly and almost made Santana bump into her. "What the fuck, Blondie?" Quinn turned around and handed Santana a slushy cup.

"Your turn" she said simply

"What?" Santana asked a little dumbfounded.

"Go slushy those losers over there" Quinn said while pointing towards a small boy and a large black girl. Santana knew they were. Kurt Hummel and Mercedes Jones had attended the same elementary school as Santana, Brittany and Quinn. The two had been friends for as long as Santana could remember, and they had been teased and bullied for longer. Santana didn't really hate Kurt because of his sexuality, actually Santana didn't hate Kurt at all, yes she would find their diva attitudes more than annoying sometimes, but other than that, she really didn't have any reason to hate the gay boy. So Santana didn't really understand why Quinn would order her to slushy the two best friends that were standing in front of their lockers.

"Why?" Santana asked with the same dumbfounded expression.

"Because they're losers and Kurt is gay. They make a good example to all of those other freaks in this school" the blonde snapped at Santana.

The brunette couldn't stop the frown that crept on her face "But you're gay too, Blondie. You've been stressed so much lately, I think you need to get a girlfriend and get laid."

Quinn rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest "For the last time, Lopez. I. Am. Not. Gay. I'm as straight as good little Christian girls are. Besides, since when did you feel anything for these losers? You better not be going soft on me, Lopez."

Towards the end of Quinn's sentence, she had narrowed her eyes at the Latina. Quinn had regretted that she had told the Latina about the little crush she had on a girl in elementary school. Her name was Sophie, and she was a petite Italian girl that Quinn developed a small crush on. Too bad she had gone to a different high school; Quinn would have been willing to come out of the closet with Santana if Sophie had stayed.

"Fine, I'll do it, and if you wanna keep pulling out that 'I'm a good Christian' bullshit, go ahead and die in fucking Narnia for all I care."

Santana's retort snapped Quinn out of her thoughts about the petite Italian girl. Before she realized what happened, Santana had walked up to the two best friends and threw the ice cold drink at their faces. At first there was shocked silence, then few seconds later, laughter could be heard throughout the hallway, and the fiery Latina had stomped off towards the other direction.

"Why did you have to make San angry, Q?"

Quinn sighed and faced Brittany. "Sorry B, come on I'll walk you to class. We both have the same one anyways."

*R*

After five years of experimenting with her superpowers, Rachel Berry had basically figured out what she can, and can't do. She had also mastered most of her powers to some extent. She had made a list of what she could do, and she had separated them into two categories. One is named "Passive Powers" and the other was "Active Powers". Her passive powers consisted of a few things: super human strength (Not in a "Superman" level though, she was just strong enough to lift up a small car over her head for a few seconds), increased health regeneration, sharpened senses, and being fire proof was a few things. While her active powers consisted of a body engulfed in red hot fire (It could also turn blue, but that took massive concentration and Rachel couldn't keep it up for more than a few seconds.) Her crystal skin made her immune to any projectiles that might be fired at her, and she could manipulate fire that wasn't from her body. The small brunette was also pretty sure that she could fly while on "Active Mode" but she had only done it twice in five years. She tries everytime she had the chance, but she wasn't making much progress in that department.

And throughout five years, Rachel Berry had changed into a different person. The more she learned about her powers, the more she tried to be "normal". She had still kept up with her ballet and other extracurricular activities, but she became more subdued. She acted the same around her parents and other close friends, but she became quiet around other people to hide her powers from everyone. Rachel had kept this up until it was the first day of high school. People say that high school were the years that one looked back to fondly. To Rachel Berry, High school was the years where she had to be more careful when it comes to keeping her secret. In high school, anything could happen, anybody can find out and that was something that wouldn't happen as long as Rachel was alive.

Rachel's first day of high school was…interesting. It began with Leroy had woke her up extra early, and Hiram had decided to take the day off to drive his daughter to school. When it was time to drive Rachel to school, Leroy had started crying hysterically. He was in the middle of his speech about his little baby growing up to a beautiful young woman, when Hiram interrupted him and told him that their daughter was going to be late for her first day of school if they didn't leave that instant. Reluctantly, Leroy had said goodbye to his daughter and husband. When Hiram and Rachel arrived at the school, the small Jewish man had given Rachel his own little speech about surviving the first day, and Rachel had decided that her dad's speech made her feel better than her daddy's.

The moment Rachel had stepped out of her dad's SUV and watched it until it disappeared in the distance, the small brunette had felt extremely nervous. She didn't really know where to go. After deciding that standing around would probably do nothing to soothe her nervousness, Rachel had decided to check out the WMHS football field. It was a beautiful sunny day and there were very few clouds in the sky. The temperature was hot and Rachel wasn't expecting anyone to be occupying the field, but to her surprise she had found a few girls that were wearing red, white and black cheering uniforms, putting away gym equipment. Rachel had also spotted a tall blonde haired, aging woman yelling at the cheerleaders using a megaphone. She was wearing a red and white tracksuit, and judging by the words that were coming out of her mouth, Rachel made the assumption that she was the coach, or at least a teacher in the school. The old woman's insults to the exhausted looking girls made Rachel wonder why the coach was employed in WMHS in the first place.

"Hey!"

Rachel looked down from the bleachers, where she was sitting from. There was one of the cheerleaders holding a large bag that seemed to have basketballs in them. From where Rachel was sitting, she already knew that this cheerleader was taller than her by at least an inch. Her chestnut coloured hair was tied up in a ponytail, and the cheerleading uniform did nothing to hide the beautiful figure underneath it. For a moment, Rachel had forgotten that the beauty at the bottom of the bleachers had been talking to her; instead Rachel had looked at the long, toned and tan legs that were on display.

"Umm, could you pass me that basketball over there?"

That snapped Rachel out of her inappropriate thoughts. It took a few seconds before what the cheerleader said sunk in, and Rachel turned her head to where a basketball was lying a few feet away. Rachel stood up and walked over to where the basketball was, and picked it up.

"Why are you guys using basketballs in a cheerleading practice?"

Rachel asked curiously while walking down the middle of the bleachers to hand the ball over to the mystery girl. When Rachel was finally standing in front of the girl, Rachel had passed the ball to cheerleader with a small smile. The taller of the two brunettes took the ball and put it back in the bag with a little smile on her face.

"Are you new? I haven't seen your face around here."

"Yeah, this is my first day here in McKinley" Rachel replied shyly

"That's what I thought. My name's Emily. This is my second year here, so I guess I'm older than you by a year" Emily's introduction was quickly interrupted by a yell from the other side of the field.

"FIELDS, YOU BETTER GET THAT BAG BACK HERE NOW BEFORE I MAKE THE REST OF YOUR HIGH SCHOOL LIFE A LIVING HELL!"

The tall blonde coach had yelled through the megaphone with a tone of voice that even scared Rachel a little bit, and ever since she had control over her powers, there weren't that many things that scared her. Rachel looked at Emily. The taller brunette's eyes were wide and her slim body was trembling with fear, and Rachel felt sorry for whoever was in the cheerleading team because Emily looked like she was going to piss her pants.

"U-umm, I need t-to go and bring these back. You stay here, and when I come back I'll give you a tour of the school?" Emily's confidence slowly came back while she spoke.

Rachel replied with a simple "Okay" and Emily wasted no time running (more like sprinting) towards the cheerleading coach with the megaphone.

*R*

Emily Fields quickly became Rachel's friend. The girl had been really helpful, and she had been nice enough to walk Rachel to all of her classes even though she had no classes with Rachel. Rachel had instantly liked Emily for her humour and her tolerance to Rachel's Broadway dreams. Emily had also kept away from other Cheerios when she was with the smaller brunette, though Rachel had no clue why. Rachel had noticed this weird behaviour when they were walking towards the cafeteria during lunch.

"I am completely and utterly appalled that you have never watched the classic movie Funny Girl, I mean, it's like one of the movies that really-"

"Calm down, Rach. I already promised you that I'll watch it with you next week after my Cheerios practice." Emily said with a small chuckle at Rachel's antics. Rachel was about to continue arguing, but she saw something at the other end of the hallway they were in. Emily noticed and looked at what caught Rachel's eye. The crowd was parting on the other side of the hallway. Rachel would have wanted to stay and see more, but Emily had slipped her hand beside Rachel's and held it. Rachel looked down at their joined hands and looked up to see a smile on Emily's face

"Can we go and get something to eat? I'm hungry from the Cheerios practice this morning" she said

Rachel just nodded frantically and let the taller brunette lead her to the cafeteria.

The rest of Rachel's day went by slowly. All of her classes, teachers and classmates were boring and made Rachel want the day to end as soon as possible. Her dad needed to stay in the hospital and her daddy was working late for his new client, so Rachel decided to try flying again tonight. The last time she tried flying, she had ended up with a fractured arm, but with her superhuman healing powers, her parents never noticed anything but the slight limp in her steps the day after. Rachel just told her dad and daddy that she had tripped on the stairs, and they let her go.

When her classes finally ended, Rachel immediately packed up her things and walked home. Emily had another Cheerios practice (which sounded ridiculous to her since they already had one in the morning) and Rachel didn't want to stay in school longer than she needed.

After getting home, Rachel did some chores to distract herself and waited patiently for the night to come.

*S*

"Hey! What's going on my Lesbro?"

Santana sighed and turned around. Noah "Puck" Puckerman was walking towards her with a smug smile on his face, and an overconfident sway to his body

"I'm tired from practice, and I'm not in the mood to do anything that doesn't include a fucking back massage, beer and or pizza. So if you're not offering any of those, you can gladly fuck off" replied Santana in an exhausted voice. She wasn't really in the mood for Puck's sex offers (which she will keep refusing till the day she dies)

"Whoa there Hot Mama, I'm not here for that, but you're still welcome if you want a piece of the Puckasaurus" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively "I'm here to ask for your help. I needed an assistant for setting up tomorrow's grand prank to WMHS"

Santana raised an eyebrow. This was interesting.

"And why do you need my help?"

Puck just shrugged "I don't. I just think that the experience is going to be better if I have my Lesbro there with me."

Santana smiled and gave a nod. "Sure, I'll be there"

*R*

"Okay, you can do this. It's just a little jump."

Rachel was standing on top of her roof. She had been there for a few minutes now, and she was convincing herself that she would succeed in flying this time. She had almost backed out a couple of times, but somehow just before she turns around and climbs back down, she had thought of Emily and she was at it again.

After taking large deep breath, and closing her eyes, Rachel decided to just get over it and ran to the edge of the roof.

On the fifth step, she had picked up generous amount of speed. On the sixth, she was ablaze. And on her seventh step, she was airborne. Rachel had been expecting the feeling of free falling, but never came. Instead, she had felt herself rise faster and faster into the air. When Rachel finally decided to open her eyes, she was in the air, flying over the city of Lima with a trail of fire behind her.

"YEEEAAAH!"

Rachel couldn't stop the yell that came out of her mouth. The feeling of being airborne was intoxicating. Slowly, she forgot about school. She forgot about Emily. She forgot about her fathers. All she felt was the feeling of being free. She was unstoppable. She felt unstoppable, and she stayed feeling like this for a few more minutes.

Rachel had been flying around Lima for a few more minutes when Rachel decided that she had wanted to learn how to find her way back home. She was sure that her dads would be home soon, and she didn't want them to go home and find that their only daughter was missing. So Rachel flew in circles until she found a familiar landmark. Sure enough, after looking for ten minutes, she had found the football field of McKinley high. Rachel decided that it was much betters that she lands here and walks home than risk getting caught landing in her backyard.

Rachel descended immediately. She had imagined how to land and tried executing it, but she had failed to notice at the last second that she was going too fast and she was going to crash towards the ground. On the last second, Rachel readied her crystal skin and braced for impact.

The landing part was a bit hazy, but Rachel remembered hearing a crack when she had crashed on the grassy field. Her head was pounding and every single part of her body was aching, but the more she focused, the more she realized that her right leg felt weird. Rachel lifted her head up from her position at the ground, looked at the leg and groaned. Her right ankle was bent in a weird angle.

Fuck

The good news was, she felt her ankle slowly fix itself back to place, and as long as she doesn't move it much, the pain she already felt wouldn't increase. The bad news was she had to waste more precious time to get home. Rachel just sighed, and lied down at the same spot until her ankle slowly fixed itself back to place.

'What else could go wrong?' she thought before closing her eyes and wait.

SORRY FOR THIS LATE UPDATE. I HAD A TEST TO STUDY FOR AND I HAD NO TIME TO POST THIS UNTIL NOW. HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME :')

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NEXT TIME: Rachel and Santana finally meet and what happens when our favourite blonde, Quinn hear our diva's voice?