I'm amazed at the wonderful reviews! Thank you guys so much! Second chapter! :D I think this is pretty different from my other fics, sorry if it's bad .

Rachel had an ok first day yesterday. The results would be up today, she crossed her fingers. She read the list on the pin board. Her eyes widened when she saw "Rachel Berry" written on it. She was so happy inside and felt blessed. It said that the first rehearsal was in the glee club room.

She made her way to the room and nervously entered, six eyes were on her.

"You must be Rachel", the teacher said. "I'm Mr. Schue, please take a seat".

She made her way to a chair. The Glee Club consisted of Mercedes Jones, Tina Cohen-Chang, Rachel, Finn Hudson, Artie Abrams, and Kurt Hummel.

Kurt and Mercedes were talking, "Checkout miss goody two shoes", Mercedes said.

"What kind of outfit is that?", Kurt said.

They were laughing and kept talking about her. Someone tapped Rachel's shoulder, Rachel turned to see Finn, the guy she met yesterday.

She smiled, "Hi", she mouthed.

For the rest of the class period, Rachel was spaced out. It seemed to be free time because everyone was talking and Mr. Schue seemed to stop talk teaching. Finn tapped Rachel again and they began to talk.

"Hey, great job at making New Directions", he said smiling at her. She loved his smile.

Rachel blushed and looked down, "Thanks, did you want to join?".

Finn thought to himself, "Well I've been keeping it a secret, I am Quarterback after all".

Rachel thought, "oh great, another jock", but he was nice enough to her. "What about you? Did you want to join?", he asked firmly.

Rachel sighed, "Well, I'm pretty traumatized by something that happened in third grade". Her voice cracked as she looked down, "I".

"These girls dared me to sing to my crush and I did, or else they'd tell him", she sadly admitted. "So I did and then he stayed quiet, I didn't know what to do so I just ran out the classroom where the girls confronted me and then made fun of my singing. Since then, I've been pretty scared of singing".

Finn comforted her, "Well now you're in the glee club", he said trying to cheer her up. Rachel smiled at him, she wanted to kiss him, "Thanks Finn".

Then, they were silent, and Rachel was finding a topic to talk about. "Finn, you remind me of someone", she said looking at him. "Is that good?", he asked.

"I don't know, you just do", she said again. "Anyways, do you have anything to do after class?", Rachel was expecting a no. Finn smiled, "Umm, no".

Rachel couldn't stare at him, it was like Finn was staring into her soul, she seemed to be dazed. Finn was waving at her face, "Rachel? Are you ok?".

She stopped staring, "Oh sorry, it's just, you're really cool".

Finn laughed, "Thanks", she was really attracted to him, he was hot, funny, and totally likable.

"Do you want to study in the library?", Rachel felt stupid, well it could be a study date. "Sure", he replied grinning at her. The bell rung, "I just have to run to the bathroom real quick".

"Ok", Rachel responded, she headed towards the library and took a seat. She pulled out her Science textbook. Out of nowhere, she began to sing quietly.

"Hi Rachel!", a boy said taking a seat next to her. She squealed, she felt like she had a heart attack. "You again?", she said recognizing the guy who hit on her. "Yeah, I just happened to hear yourself singing", he said.

Rachel scoffed in disgust, she tried to ignore him by reading her textbook. She felt something going up her legs, then inside her skirt. Rachel looked to her side and slapped his hand, "Ew! Were you just feeling me up?".

"You bet I was my sexy little kitten", Rachel couldn't stand him, he was too nerdy for her. "Get out of here or I'll have to tell the principal", she threatened.

With those words, he ran out. She felt someone tap the back of her shoulder. "What?!", she angrily asked feeling it was him again. Finn was the one talking to her now.

"I just wanted to study with you". She sighed, "I'm sorry I just feel stressed". He took a seat next to her, she scooted closer to him.

"Ok, so what is the second planet?", she asked quizzing him. "How the heck am I supposed to know that?", he said.

Rachel's POV:

I started laughing, man I hated my laugh.

"Well, have you been doing your homework?", I asked him.

He leaned in close to me, "I don't do homework", he said. I was a little annoyed, I mean I know boyd don't like it but sheesh!

Finn looked like he was thinking, "Venus?". "Yeah!", I said clapping my hands.

"So what's my reward?", he asked. I laughed again, "What do you mean?". "Well I at least want something for doing this", he stated.

"Hmm maybe I'll buy you food or something?", she didn't care if she had to spend her money, Finn was all she cared about.

"Sure thing", he said as I looked down, "This might sound weird but...are we friends?". He bit his lip, "Sure, you seem pretty nice".

After today, I just fell onto my bed. Finn really reminded me of someone, I'm sure I've seen him before, my conscience tells me so. I've never felt this way about a boy since third grade. Speaking of that, I remember having my stupid dark blonde hair tied up in a ponytail all the time. I just saw him at recess, he said hi to me and ever since, I liked him.

I remember those three girls were mean to me because I knew they liked him too. Even before I liked him, I was always jealous of their looks, I mean, the blonde one had perfect blonde hair unlike mine. The redhead had a perfect curvy body and of course, her red hair. Lastly, the brunette, the brunette was my favorite. I loved her chocolate brown hair, her perfect nose, and tanned legs.

So I didn't want anyone looking at my boring blonde hair. I begged my mom since third grade to let her dye my hair and she finally did before sixth grade started. I think that was the first time I actually felt pretty. I couldn't stop touching my hair, it was really brown and awesome.

I never really found out where her crush was going for middle and high school. I was afraid to, since I havn't even talked to him. I would have loved to see where he'd be now and what he did for a living. What am I doing? Why am I thinking of this when I know he wouldn't even like me?