A/N: I am so glad that you guys are liking the story! Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favourites. I was seriously on cloud nine :). I have decided to make this a multi-chaptered story. But please bear with me as I am still working things through. Thanks again!

Chapter 2: Rachel's Pov.

*Ain't nothing gonna break my stride…*

I open my eyes precisely as the alarm clock rings out. Ugh, is it that time already? I usually pride myself on keeping up a rigorous workout routine everyone morning, but today I couldn't care less. I reached over and hit the snooze button before turning over and falling back into a peaceful slumber.

An hour later I awoke to the sounds of daddy knocking on the door. "Rachel honey, are you awake?" He asked as he peered into my room. Yes daddy! I mumbled incoherently. "Are you okay pumpkin, it is already 9, don't you need to leave for your vocal lessons in fifteen minutes?" No daddy I sleepily mumbled. Vocal training is on Saturdays. "Sweetheart today is Saturday."

I immediately shot out of bed glaring at him. "Why didn't you wake me, I'm going to be so late. Cassie will murder me" Leroy shook his head as he watched his daughter's antics. "Your dad and I are leaving for a business meeting in about five minutes. I'll leave the car keys on the counter for you. Are you sure you will be okay until we get back?" I nodded frantically as I searched for clothes to wear.

Daddy pulled me into a quick hug before placing a kiss on my forehead. "Bye pumpkin" After he left, I quickly ran into the ensuite, turning on the shower I removed my clothes and took the quickest shower of my life. "This is going to be a long day…" I mused. Running down the stairs I made a dash for the kitchen, grabbed the keys and was out the door in less than five seconds.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse. Out of gas! How can it be out of gas? Fml

I entered the room in a rush. My heart was pounding so violently. I am sure I was mere seconds away from a heart attack. Two hours late. The second the doors open, everyone's head quickly turned towards me, I literally died on the spot. Everyone's watching me and already the too familiar feeling of nausea is returning.

"I am so sorry that I'm…before I could even finish my statement. The evil witch is already on my case. I shrunk further back into myself, silently praying for this day to be over. I hurried to the corner and sat with the rest of the class. After hours upon hours of relentless training by that talentless, washed-up wannabe cow, the class is finally over. I am finally on my way home to a comforting night of funny girls and vegan ice-cream.

*BeepBeepBeep*

I had just gotten out of the shower and was about to put in my funny girls DVD when my phone indicated that I had received a new message. "Hi beautiful"

Awe Finn. I was quickly typing out a response, when I realized that the number was not familiar. Um…Hi? Did Finn get a new number and not tell me? But we spoke yesterday, he would have told me. It's Finn he must have forgotten. Shortly afterwards another text came in…"Sweet dreams babe" Okay now I am confused. Finn? "Yeah Rach are you okay?"

"Uh yeah sorry just had a long day"

"Oh okay sleep well."

What the hell. I immediately sent another text. Who are you and how did you get my number? As the opening credits on funny were rolling, my mind quickly gravitated towards the movie. My phone chimed again indicating another message "Just someone who thinks you are the hottest girl in school…I have my ways, that's for sure" Jacob Ben Israel that fucking bastard. How did he get my number? I am in no mood to deal with his shit tonight.

"Jacob Ben Israel I am in no mood for your games, will you please give it a rest."

"Wait what? Jacob. Sorry to disappoint beautiful, but I am not Jewfro" was the immediate response. Oh…kay. "Oh sorry I just….never mind. So are you going to tell me your name then?"

"Does it matter who I am?" What the hell do they mean by does it matter? Of course it matters. "Of course, I would like to know who I am speaking with. For all I know you could be a stalker or a serial killer or even a rapist. If you cannot tell me your name, I am afraid that this conversation will be over."

"Chill Berry, I assure you that I am neither of those. You know me quite well actually and even if I tell you a name, can you be for certain that that is my actual name?" That fucking bitch, I cannot believe she would even try to torment me on the weekend. "I am done with your games. I had a long day and I am in no mood for your shit. Goodnight!" I was seriously getting pissed off now. I cannot believe this witch. Why does she hate me so much?

"Hey don't go. I am sorry, but this is not a game" Wow I was so not expecting that. Did Santana Lopez just apologize to me? I know! This is a dream. I must have fallen asleep during funny girls. Ouch! Okay I am definitely awake. This has to be some elaborate prank to further humiliate me and I refuse to play into her games. "What do you want?"

"You" was the immediate response. Did I just read this right? Did Santana Lopez just say she wants me? I quickly shut off my phone, placed it on my night stand and I proceeded to watch funny girls. As the movie was nearing its end, I had this sudden urge to speak with her. The message sounded so genuine. Did she really mean it? Why would she mean it she is Santana Lopez the hottest girl in school and I…I'm well I'm me. This just does not make any sense.

I guess it's only one way to find out. I quickly turned back on my phone and typed out a text "Hello Santana". "I had to figure her out." I started to pace around my room biting my nails nervously. It was so nerve-racking awaiting her response. The next fifteen seconds were a blur. "Hey Berr err...Rachel." Shit! Was that Santana's voice? When did I call her? Omg! Omg! End call END CALL! Oh sweet Barbra…just kill me now.

Well another chapter complete. Hope you guys like it. Please drop me a review so I could know what you are thinking and suggestions are always welcomed :D