AN: I have returned! Updates will be few and far between but I do have 3 chapters written so I will upload another one either tomorrow or Sunday.

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Chapter 1

My bare feet pounded along the floor, propelling me down the hallway. My shoes were lying forgotten somewhere in the parking lot after being kicked off in desperation.

I needed to be fast and high heels were not the way to do that. I needed to get to her first.

I skidded round the corner almost falling but regaining my balance and continuing down the halls of a high school I'd never been in before, yet it was the most important place at that moment in time.

I crashed through the doors of the auditorium but stopped abruptly on the other side as I caught a glimpse of my worst nightmare.

Down on the stage was the love of my life, and right in front of her was a guy, who was down on one knee.

Six months earlier

Shaking with nerves, I finally manage to push open the large doors to the theatre.

"Hi. Are you here for the workshop?" An overly happy woman asks.

"Um… yeah." I respond.

"Great, what's your name?"

"Quinn Fabray."

"Oh you're Russel Fabray's daughter? Well then you'll be happy to hear that I'm definitely voting for him." She winks, ticking my name off on her list.

"Not really." I reply causing the grin to fall off her face as I walk further into the room, leaving her standing there stunned.

That's the problem with being the daughter of a presidential candidate, everyone expects you to be supportive, either that or you get abuse for his views. Nobody seems to think that I could possibly be against my father becoming the president, except I am. I want nothing more than to see him lose.

I sit down in one of the chairs that are laid out in a circle in the middle of the stage. I don't know what I'm doing here, my best friend signed me up without my knowledge then had the decency to tell me as a birthday present. Some 25th that was. She knows I like singing but she also knows that I only like doing it in private, I'm not a performer. Secretly I think she just wants me out of the house so she can have her girlfriend over.

I don't have anything against their relationship, I mean I've seen them together and Brittany is perfect for Santana. I just get jealous, not because I want to be with either of them but because I want what they have. Naively I thought it would get easier once I came out as bisexual but it turns out all the guys think I'm too gay and all the girls think I'm too straight.

My thoughts are interrupted by someone sitting down next to me.

"Hey, I'm Lacey, how excited are you right now? I mean how often is it that you get to meet an actual Broadway star?!" She squeals.

"Wait what?"

"You don't know?" She gasps. "This class is being taught by Rachel Berry, the Rachel Berry, star of 'Funny Girl'."

I gulp, now I know why Santana signed me up for this. It's no secret that I've seen that show over 10 times. Not because of the actual show but because Rachel Berry is my one true celebrity crush.

I can barely concentrate on anything that's being said. My eyes are firmly fixed on Rachel, I never thought I'd ever meet her. I know I should be paying attention to what she's saying but I can't get myself to listen, everything is muted and blurry, all I can see is her.

Unfortunately, this means I miss the part when she asks for volunteers and she must take my staring as me stepping forward. So before I even know what's happening she's pulling me out of my chair and leading me away from the group.

We end up backstage and I can't lie to her.

"I have to be honest, I'm not really sure what's happening right now, I wasn't exactly paying attention." I blush.

The star just laughs and the sound makes me smile. "Oh I know, the look in your eyes made it clear that you were on another planet. Basically I said anyone can learn a scene in under 5 minutes as long as they have a decent scene partner. It won't be perfect but it'll be a better scene than one with a terrible partner, no matter how long you've rehearsed with them. It's all about the chemistry, not about the acting skills themselves."

"So… I have to learn a scene and perform it with you?" I ask for clarification.

"Bingo, you're a fast learner. You know, when you pay attention." She teases.

"Well I promise you have my full attention for these 5 minutes Ra… um… Miss Berry."

The brunette smiles and laughs again. "You can call me Rachel; besides, 'Miss Berry' makes me sound old and we're about the same age."

I laugh along nervously, knowing that I'm exactly 8 months and 8 days older than her but choosing to keep that information to myself.

So 5 minutes later I was stood in front of a group of about 20 people performing a love scene with a girl who I could see myself loving.

We gain a round of applause but I know most of it is for Rachel.

After a brief summary from the star we are dismissed and I turn to pick up my bag.

"Hey, I never caught your name." A voice behind me says.

I turn to find myself face to face with Rachel once again.

"Oh it's um… Quinn."

"You sure about that?" She giggles.

"Yeah." I smile. "Well I recently changed it so the hesitation was valid."

"Oh yeah? From what?"

I raise one eyebrow.

"Sorry if that's nosey, I just never get a chance to talk to people my age." She explains bashfully.

"Really, what about your castmates?"

"Yeah okay some of them are my age but they're all stuck up divas. Now before you state the obvious yes I can be a diva but only when I have to be, plus I'm the star I'm allowed to be a diva."

I just smirk in response.

"Now stop avoiding the question." She states, poking me gently in the side.

"Well, I was born Lucy Quinn Fabray but adopted my middle name because I changed, I stopped blindly following my parents and decided to have my own opinions." I respond, trying to ignore the butterflies that swarmed in my stomach after the brief contact.

"Fabray… that means you're…"

"Yes he's my father, but I don't share any of his view before you say anything." I interrupt.

I watch as the brunette releases a sigh of relief and I'm glad that she seems to dislike him too.

"You know you do kinda look like him." She muses, tilting her head slightly to the left.

I scrunch my nose up in disgust. "How could you even say that?"

Rachel laughs once more. "You're right, that was silly of me. You're much more beautiful than him."

I freeze up, wondering if I'd heard her correctly, unfortunately she takes my hesitation the wrong way.

"I'm sorry I thought when you said you didn't share his views that you weren't against the LGBTQ+ community." She stumbles.

"No… I… I'm not against it. At all. It just took me by surprise that's all. Even if you were straight I'd have reacted that way and wait I thought you were straight."

"Well I'm not, publicly I've only dated guys but I do identify as bisexual." Rachel smiles gently.

"I… me too."

Half an hour later I push open the door to my home and Santana practically jumps off the sofa in excitement.

"How was it? Did you talk to her? Do you hate me? Tell me everything!"

This took me by surprise as Santana is hardly ever excited, except when talking about Brittany.

"Um… I'm having dinner with her later." I mumble.

"Wait… what?" The Latina questions.

"We were talking and… she said she was bi and I said, 'me too' and then she asked me to dinner. Is… am I going on a date with Rachel Berry?"