Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Inception or anything recognizable. I do however, own this plot line and a dog named Benjy

Summary: After the Glee Club, sans a few members, banned her from Glee Club, Rachel Barbra Berry makes the move to the Big Apple landing the role Ariadne in the movie Inception. As filming begins, Rachel slowly falls for her co-star, or does she?

HEY GUYS! Sorry it's been what? about 6 months...I'm so disappointed in myself. I have all these ideas for this story but...idk, I lack motivation? I think that's the word I want...sooo, what I was thinking is having a bit of a contest, the winner will be my beta, and will help me CONTINUE this story until it, and if I decide so, it's sequel, is finished!

LEGGO!

Contest: To all those interested you must attract readers! And followers! To my polyvore, twitter and of course, fanfiction!(bonus points for youtube and other polyvore/twitter!) The readers/followers MUST let me know who it is that turned their attention to my story. After about a month, possibly two, I will narrow it down to the top 5. The top 5 will get a prompt that I shall think of in the meantime, you will get exactly 2 weeks to work on it. I will post all 5 under a new story, of course crediting all writers, and telling anyone who reads to check out YOUR profiles/stories. I will post a poll and the top 2 will get one last prompt, a songfic this time, I will choose the category/song and I will post it under the story made for the top 5...create ANOTHER poll and DING DING DING! WE HAAAAAVE A WINNER! Winner becomes my beta, runner up will get...hmm...maybe the runner up can beta which ever OTHER story of mine they would like...That is, after the winner decides the second story of mine they would like to beta! GOOD LUCK!

The links to both twitters, both polyvores and my youtube channel shall be posted on my profile! Let's get me followers! My (insert fanbase here) (Arianators? Flames? Ashes?) IDK! Let's say the third place winner will get to come up with a few different fan base names and I shall create ANOTHER poll...:D

GOOD LUCK! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

~Pheonix_143

Recap:

"Well, despite this being only the second day we've known each other, there's something about you. My mind is telling me, 'Don't let this one go. She's a catch.' And I've got to say, I agree. I know this is way too soon but, I see you as the type of girl I could bring home to meet my mom and sisters. I see you as the type of girl I could settle down with. But like I said, it's much too soon for that, and I'd like you to be sure about me before I even think of asking you to be mine."

Not knowing how else to reply, I smiled at the ground and said, "When that day comes, I'll let you know. But be sure that it'll be soon. I really like you Louis. You're one of the greatest, if not the best, guys I've ever gone on a date with. You don't make me feel like you're settling for me, or like I'm being pitied."

"I swear to make you feel this way every time we're together. I'll make you feel like the only girl in the world."

"Good night Louis, I had a great time, really." Smiling at Louis I began to make my way out of his car.

"I hope you don't think I'm not walking you to your door." My eyes widened at his words "My mother raised me as a gentleman, sort of. Just hold on." He got out of the car and made his way to my door. He opened the door and held his hand out, "Come on, Rae."

I grabbed his hand and got out. As we neared my apartment, I got my keys out, opened the door and asked, "Would you like to come in?"

I was temporarily shocked when he gave me a genuine smile and responded, "Now normally, I would jump at the chance. But, after getting to know you tonight, I realize, I really like you. I wan't to take things slow rather than rush into things and potentially ruin what might become something great."

At his words I pouted, and as he noticed my pout, he gave me a goodnight kiss, that lasted almost thirty-seven seconds, not that I was counting, and whispered "Goodnight" as he kissed my forehead, tickling me with his five o'clock shadow, and walking away. As I made my way inside, I waved goodbye to Louis, who waited for me to head inside, and locked the door once I saw him begin to back out of my driveway.

As I wake up, I realize that it was not my mind telling my body it's time to get up for the day, but rather 3 harsh knocks against my front door. Making sure I at least a t-shirt and shorts on, I tie my hair up and open the door.

I am gently pushed to the side as two-fifths of One Direction barge into my apartment.

"Nice pajamas love. You didn't tell me she was a fan of ours, Louis."

"That's because you were to busy obsessing over whether or not Taylor wrote her newest single about you, Harry."

Whispering "OK," I shut my door and turn around only to see what is Larry Stylinson making themselves at home.

"You guys make a habit of making yourselves at home?"

"Only with the pretty ones," came their reply in perfect sync.

I scoff at their response and excuse myself to further clothe myself.

"Oh, do you have to? I rather like the view."

"Yes Lewis, I do have to put clothes on. I don't really feel like having two Neanderthals ogling me and my lack of clothing."

Upon realizing that Harry was in fact staring at me, Louis rushed me to my room but not before making sure to kiss me, effectively showing Harry that I was already spoken for.

Fortunately for me, I was able to hear whether or not the boys were messing around my apartment. Unfortunately for them, I was able to hear their every word.

"She's beautiful Lou."

"I know, I really like her, there's just, something about her. I don't really know how to explain it without sounding like a cheesy little shit, but she's just amazing. She's talents, sweet, kind, funny, outgoing, knows how to be childish and mature, AT THE SAME TIME! and from what I can tell, very down-to-earth."

"You were able to tell all that, on one date?"

"Well, yeah, usually I try to impress a girl, take them somewhere fancy and act like I'm already married to them but with her, I wanted her to like me, the real me, and she went along with all my crazy antics. We had a food fight, we played twenty questions, we acted like children! She's not like other girls. She didn't care about ruining her hair, or her make up, or her dress. God! She even pushed me into the pool and got jumped in right after me it. It was-"

"Perfect, yes I know. But what about E-"

"Don't even bring her up Harold. I am so done with her shit."

"Does she know that?"

"I made it pretty clear."

When it became apparent that the boys were done with talking and had moved onto 'I spy' or something, I continued to get ready. I was done within fifteen minutes and made my way out the door, taking a seat across from Harry, and to the left of Louis.

"So, is there a reason you guys came to my house at..."

"8:30, love."

Nodding my thanks to Louis I continues where I left off. "8:30? Or did you just want to stare at my pretty face?"

"I like this one, Lewis."

"Oh God," Louis shoulder bumped me and continued, "see what you did?"

"I did nothing!"

At my claim I swore I heard Harry mumble, "except capture Lou's heart." but decided to ignore it, seeing as I had no idea to respond.

"Well, we actually came to see if you were up. We were getting ready to give up when you finally answered the door."

"Yes thank you Harry, I gathered that. So did you just come to check whether or not I was up or..."

"Well, if you did happen to be up, we were to going to invite you to breakfast with us and the rest of the boys."

"Was their a question in there somewhere?" I asked Louis.

"Must you be so difficult?"

"Not my fault I'm high maintenance. Get use to it babe."

"With pleasure," came Louis smart reply accompanied my a wink.

"We should probably go now, or we'll be late." interjected Harry after glancing at his watch. "You ready Rachel?"

"Is that your way of telling me I look like a hot mess?"

"Well..." I'm guessing he noticed my faux-hurt look because he quickly replied, "no of course not, you look lovely."

Putting my years of training to use I gathered a few fake tears and whined about how ugly I was, after winking at Louis to show it was fake.

"Aw, don't cry. He didn't mean it, did you Harry?"

Blinking rapidly Harry responded, "Course not, you look extravagant, lovely, beautiful, one-of-a-kind, a dime a dozen, a, a, uhh.." Harry trailed off as soon as he realized Louis and I were laughing. "I hate you guys."

"Aww, you love me, don't you Harry? I mean, we're Larry Stylinson! Can't have Larry without the L." Harry opened his mouth, "And before you say you can replace me with Liam! You can't have Stylinson without the linson, or inson, depends on who's L Stylinson has."

Interrupting what I once would have described as a lover's quarrel I say, "I'm confused, are we still going or...?"

"Oh, yes right, let's go."

Shot-gun!"

"If you sit in the front, Harry, you will be driving because Iwill be sitting in the back, with Rachel."

"Aww, no fair. I called shot-gun!"

"Yes, you did. And now you're upgraded to driver's seat."

Pouting like a child, Harry took the keys from Louis hand and made his way to the black Range Rover.

It took about 13 minutes of Larry moments, 7 minutes of Louis poking my side and 11 minutes of Harry screeching along to Bruno Mars, Rihanna and Eminem before we came to a stop in front of a diner called Rita's Place. Harry had parked the car and made his was inside giving Louis and I a few minutes to ourselves.

"Ready to meet your impending doom?"

"Very funny Louis."

"Oh come on! Don't tell me your nervous. Harry's the worst one of the bunch, but don't tell him I said that, although Niall is a close second, or maybe third, if you count me, but apparently I'm the worst one so..."

"Louis? You're rambling."

"Am I? I just want this to go great because their my best friends, and I know we've only been on one date but-"

"I thought it's the girl who's supposed to obsess over a possible relationship after the first date and worry over whether or not her friends will like him. Hmm..."

"Very funny Rachel."

"Just call me Fanny."

"Brice?"

"The one and only! So glad you knew that reference! That, that right there would've been a deal breaker."

"Let's go Fanny, you've got some people to meet."

"Oy vey iz mir!"

Oy vey iz mir is Yiddish for Oh, woah is me!