I don't exactly know what I want to do with this story, so I'll be winging it a lot. This chapter, for example, took hours to write because I couldn't figure out what I wanted to happen and I kept re-writing it. So, without further ado, here is chapter 2! (Aha, that rhymed)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GLEE!

September 16, 2018

"Happy friend-iversary!" was the first thing Rachel heard when she opened the door to the apartment she currently shared with her best friend in the whole wide world, Finn. She shut the door behind her and looked up to see Finn standing in the middle of the small living room, smiling. There were streamers and balloons all around the room, along with a banner that hung over the doorway to the kitchen that said "Happy 20th Friend-Iversary". She smiled as she took off her coat, put her purse down, and kicked off her shoes.

"Oh, Finn," she said, looking at him, still smiling. "You remembered."

"Of course I remembered," Finn replied, walking over to her and pulling her into a hug. "20 years ago, on this day, I met my best friend. The one who I would do everything with. The one who would support me through everything. The one who I can't imagine life without."

"Who? Kurt?" Rachel asks.

Finn pulls away and looks at her funny. "Are you serious? What're you on, Berry?"

Rachel laughs. "I'm kidding, Finn. I know you're talking about me." she says. "You are talking about me, right?" she adds, quickly.

Finn laughs. "No, I really am talking about Kurt."

Rachel fake frowns, looking away and trying to hide her real smile.

"I'm kidding! Really, Rach, I am talking about you."

"I know," Rachel replies, turning to look at him, smiling.

Finn and Rachel had met when they were 5 on September 16, 1998. Ever since then, the pair had been inseparable. They had done everything together, from learning how to ride a bike when they were 6, to getting their first slushie facial from bullies when they were 15, to starting college at Ohio State when they were 18, to moving into an apartment together in Columbus, Ohio when they were 22. On multiple occasions, they had been accused of dating, to which Finn always responded "She's just my best friend," while Rachel fake gagged.

Rachel then noticed both the delicious smell and the horrible smell drifting in from the kitchen.

"What's that smell, Finn?" she asked, looking up at him.

He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly, something he did when he was nervous or frustrated. Rachel wondered why he would be either one of these things.

"I made vegan lasagna for you. I don't know how it tastes. You know I don't do vegan food," Finn said.

"But what's that other smell?" Rachel asked, wrinkling her nose as the horrible smell hit her again.

"Oh, I made a non-vegan lasagna for myself, 'cause you know, like I said before, I don't do vegan food."

That was one of the downsides of living with Finn. He ate meat. A lot. This didn't irritate Rachel most of the time, until she comes home to find her vegan food not in the fridge, having been replaced with meat ("There was no room anywhere else, Rach. I had to get rid of something." "So you got rid of my food?") She hadn't talked to Finn for 3 days after that little incident.

Finn led Rachel into the kitchen where the table was set with a red table cloth, the nice dishes and silverware they only used on special occasions, and a lit candle in the middle.

"Wow, Finn. You really went all out on this. I'm impressed. Well done," Rachel said, smiling.

"Well, it's not like this isn't a special occasion. Can you believe it's been 20 years since we met?" Finn asked as Rachel sat down in one of the chairs, while he checked on the food.

"I know! It seems like just yesterday we met on the playground in kindergarten…"

*Flashback*

Little 5 year old Rachel Berry sat on a swing by herself. It was the third week of kindergarten and she still didn't have a friend. She watched as the boy with the Mohawk picked on the boy who dressed in designer clothes, while the mohawked boy's tall friend stood by awkwardly. Rachel looked down at her feet. She did feel bad for the boy being picked on, just not bad enough to do anything about it. A few minutes had passed when she heard a voice.

"Hi."

She looked up. The mohawked boy's friend stood in front of her. He was taller then she had thought, almost a foot taller than her. He had dark brown hair that stood up a little in the front, warm brown eyes, and a crooked grin. For some reason she could not explain, Rachel felt this boy was different, considering who he was friends with.

"What do you want?" Rachel asked, lowly. She really hoped he wasn't going to be mean to her. "If your little friend Noah sent you over here to pick on me, it's very mean and cruel. I never did anything to you or him, so I don't understand why he insists on picking on me. You can march over there and tell him to leave me alone or I'll tell—"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," the boy said, looking at her confused. He turned to look at his friend, who was now picking on the black girl who had stood up for the boy he had been picking on only moments before.

"Do you mean Puck?" he asked.

"I think it's unnecessary to call him by that ridiculous name since he has a first name, but yes. I am talking about him."

"Well, he didn't send me over here or whatever. I came over here on my own. My name's Finn," he said, smiling crookedly again.

"Why are you talking to me?" Rachel asked.

Finn looked at her, confused again. "You looked lonely, so I thought I would talk to you."

Rachel looked at him for a second. "Thank you for your concern, Finn, but I don't need you talking to me out of pity."

"What's pity?" Finn asked, confused again. This girl really confused him with her big words.

She sighed in annoyance. "It means you feel bad for somebody."

"Oh. Well, I don't feel bad for you, if that's what you meant," Finn said. "I thought you could use a friend."

"You wanna be my friend?" Rachel asked reluctantly.

"Yeah," Finn replied, smiling.

"What did Noah want you to distract me from?" she accused. "Is he going to put gum in my hair again? Or replace my lunch with dog waste?"

"What? No. I told you Puck had nothing to do with this. I honestly want to be your friend."

This time, Rachel believed him. "Really?"

"Yeah. You seem cool, Rachel." Finn said, smiling.

"Well, Finn, I would be honored to be your friend."

*End Flashback*

By the time Finn and Rachel finished reliving their first memory of each other, they were laughing.

"I can't believe I thought Puck had told you to do that!" Rachel managed to choke out in between laughs.

"I can't believe that either!" Finn agreed.

Rachel smiled and wiped the tears out of her eyes. That's one thing she loved about her best friend. He was always able to make her laugh until she cried.

"Man, I am so tired," Rachel said, yawning.

"Then go to bed," Finn insisted. "I'll clean up, here."

When Rachel eyed him suspiciously, he laughed.

"Seriously. I'll clean everything up. You look tired. Go to bed."

"Thanks Finn," Rachel said, yawning again. "See you in the morning."

"'Night, Rach," Finn said, already starting to clean up the kitchen.

She really did have the best friend ever.

Alright, that's chapter 2! Did you know who the "black girl" and the "boy who dressed in designer clothes" are? They'll be in the next chapter along with others (hopefully) Don't forget to review! Tell me what your favorite part was! Tell me what you wanna see in future chapters! I have a few ideas as to where this story could go, but I'd like to know what you'd like to see! Reviews are love(: