Okay, so there's some role-reversals here, and also some OOC behaviour, though this is a fanfic, so that means that is OOOKAY! :D .. XD

I do not own Glee. What I do own, is my unhealthy obsession with it. I take this obsession, I stir it in with sugar and spice, add some food colouring, and what the heck – cheese, I love cheese, but not all cheese…and then I put it over a pot and stir. Results may vary! (That probably sounds completely gross, but, eh. This is just a disclaimer :P Haha.)

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Hello

Rachel flipped her hair back over her shoulders so she could fiddle with it while she talked to her friends. It was hard to pay attention to each one of them, so sometimes fidgeting helped., especially when they were all squawking at the same time. She smiled that genuine, pearly-white smile she was so famous for and the room would swoon. It felt great to be the most popular girl in school.

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She was dressed beautifully today too, a navy blue top with a gold bow across her chest, and a short red skirt complimented by her beautiful hands folded neatly in her lap, keeping her perfect posture in place, though she did occasionally reach up to twirl her hair on her finger. She always looked so involved in her conversations, that he wondered if her eyes had ever wandered his way. Though, why would they? He was a loser, a nobody. She was the star of their school, the lead in every school play and musical. Her eyes may not have wandered, but his eyes always remained on her, and Finn Hudson hoped that maybe one day, she would feel it, and glance over at him, because just a glance, would kill.

"Are you actually going to eat your lunch Finn? Or should I sit here, feeling insulted as you gawk at some other girl?"

"Sorry, Quinn…."

He couldn't even look at her, his own girlfriend, so he moved his eyes over to his sandwich. Quinn Fabray was the captain of the Cheerios, William McKinley High School's cheerleading squad, and he was the captain of the football and basketball team. That's right, the bottom of the popularity pyramid, because all jocks were stupid, or so says the stereotype. In this school, the talented students ran things, and threw slushies in the faces of those they deemed unworthy of being cool. Finn couldn't possibly tell you how many slushies to the face he had taken, for he had lost count some time ago.

"You're looking at Berry, aren't you Finn?"

No answer. Why would he admit it – especially to his girlfriend?

"…There's no point because there's no chance of you getting with her. She' s the most popular girl in school, I'm sure there's other guys she can mess around with instead of some stupid jock like you."

"Hey!"

"Oh, yeah right, Finn. Don't even try to act like you're not stupid!"

"Yeah…even my cat's smarter than you…he reads my diary…."

…Sure. Finn completely ignored Santana and Brittany, because they only ever followed Quinn around and were annoying most of the time. Who were they to tell him he was stupid? A cat who reads your diary? REALLY? Finn may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he's better off than those two.

Just then, Quinn gagged, and quickly threw her hand up to cover her mouth.

"You okay?"

"Yes…just…I think this fish is making me sick…?"

"Fish again…when will they have chicken?"

"Look, while you wonder about our school's disgusting menu, I'm going to the ladies room…please excuse me."

And with that, Quinn excused herself from the table, Santana and Brittany following close behind, pinkie's locked. Great, now he was alone…sort of. He could always talk to his supposed "best friend" Noah Puckerman, aka Puck, but that conversation would just lead to how many girls Puck managed to fuck last weekend. Puck always smiled at that too, thinking "Oh yeah, dude, I totally love how that rhymes! It was just made for me!" Finn would just roll his eyes, dreaming of a "world" where there weren't stereotypical relationships and friends. He wanted to be friends with someone he could actually relate to! Not some always-horny-douche bag.

"Yo, so check out Santana Lopez, right? Duuuude, she is…man…she's freaky, if you know what I mean….it's like…"

And that's when Finn zoned out again, leaving planet sandwich/douche and heading toward the Rachel Berryverse.

"Dude…you listening?"

Not really. Too busy staring at a girl I'll never have. He thought to himself.

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"Rachel, did you want to rehearse that group song we have to do for Glee club?"

Okay, this was getting boring – she had to admit it. She'd been spacing out for the past 20 minutes, eyes glued to her grape slushie in front of her, swirling the contents around with her straw, not particularly interested in what any of her "friends" were saying. She wished she could make friends she actually had things in common with. These girls weren't even really into musical theatre, or theatre for that matter. They only pretended they were to get close to her, to become part of the clique. She still remembered the day they were having a discussion about "Wicked", and one of the girls asked her who Kristen Chenoweth was, then later on wrongly pronounced Idina Menzel's name. How dare she! That was just suicide!

"Rach? You listening?"

"Hm?"

"That guy over there has been staring at you since we got here."

"Who?"

"Shh, he's still looking over here, don't make it too obvious."

"I don't care about obvious; I want to know who is looking at me!"

She darted her head around wildly, anticipating something – ANYTHING really, to happen – and then…her eyes rested on him, and she felt locked into his gaze, unable to look at anyone else. He was gorgeous. The most gorgeous specimen of the opposite sex she'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was dark brown, and a bit ruffled on his head, but it looked cute, and although his skin was very pale, his dreamy chocolate eyes forbid her to look anywhere else. They had captivated her. It was as if he was some sort of God in her eyes She felt it – Rachel Berry was feeling something she had never felt before in her life! Her heart fluttered, her throat felt clogged, she felt nauseas, and above all, she was choking on words, and she wasn't even speaking. She did however, manage to smile, all her attention still focusing on this boy. She'd never felt this before, and lord knows she was a COMPLETE stranger to stage fright. Rachel Berry was never nervous, yet here she was, sitting across the cafeteria from some random guy she'd never even knew existed, in some sort of a staring contest. He was winning.

"Eww…Rachel…he's a jock. He probably can't even sing a note in tune."

"What makes you think that?"

She managed to say without breaking the gaze between her and this new found interest.

Is this…love?

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"Dude… you are SO checking out Berry right now."

"Then again, when isn't he checking her out?"

The guys laughed it out as he just stared and stared. He didn't mean to seem creepy, she just really captivated him. He still hoped one day she would look at him…and today, was that day. He saw as she nonchalantly whipped her head about, looking for something or someone, and then her eyes stopped on him. His heart skipped a beat the moment he noticed her noticing him.

Wait, is she noticing me noticing her noticing me? Stop that Finn, you're confusing yourself. He couldn't help it, his head was jumbled and in a big mess. This was the day he was waiting for! Rachel Berry was looking at him! And then he watched her cute little lips curve up into a smile. She's smiling at ME? What does that mean? More importantly, Finn's ultimate question was "What do I do now?" He had never thought this far into the plan.

"Berry is totally checking out our boy Finn. Maybe you'll be the first in her pants, buddy?"

Puck held his hand up for a high five, but Finn took this time to completely ignore him and – well, smile back. He felt something building up within him, nothing like the way he felt when he first laid eyes on Quinn Fabray. Oh no, this was something completely new to him.

As choked up as she felt, Rachel needed to release this feeling and see where it took her. As if thinking the same thing from across the room, her gawking stranger seemed to be ready to join her.

Hello Twelve

Hello Thirteen

Hello Love…

They shyly waved to each other, smiles still intact.

Changes oh…

Down below, up above…

And just like that, the two stood abruptly in unison, gaining the attention of the whole room.

Time to doubt

To break out

It's a mess

Time to grow time to go, adolesce!

After practically sprinting across the room, they finally found each other, holding hands and getting lost in each others eyes, as if there was no one else in the room.

There's a lot I am not certain of

Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love!

"Hi…"

"H-Hi…"

"Finn?"

The moment was ruined by one jealous girlfriend by the name of

"Quinn?"

"What are you DOING?"

Her eyes darted angrily from him, down to their hands, and then at Rachel.

"I was, uh…"

"Pardon me, but…"

Rachel quickly let go of Finn, smoothing out her skirt with her hands and clearing her throat, looking all too professional.

"I called him over from across the room to speak with me."

"What for?"

"We're….science partners. We have an assignment together."

Rachel glanced over at him. They did? Finn couldn't remember that happening…?

"You do?"

Quinn asked, her eyebrow raising in suspicion.

"Yes, but… you wouldn't have known about it. My dads play a big part in our PTA meetings, and as they were discussing the curriculum at the last gathering, it was decided there would be a group project in science class, giving us an amazing opportunity to acquire better teamwork skills."

Finn looked over at Quinn, who was fuming, but couldn't do anything. Neither could he if he wasn't enjoying this so much right now. Though every word out of Rachel's mouth was probably a load of bullshit, he loved every minute of how intimidating she sounded.

"Uh…huh."

Was all Quinn had managed to get out before marching forward, grabbing Finn's hand, and pulling him in the opposite direction of Rachel.

"Finn – we're leaving – NOW."

Finn looked back as he was being dragged away, only to see Rachel still smiling at him sweetly, and mouthing a quick "bye" followed by a small, not to mention adorable, wave.

There's a lot I am not certain of…

Goodbye Twelve…

Goodbye Thirteen…

Hello Love.

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Ahhh totally just a beta fanfic, but I'm glad I at least got one chapter done! :D Please let me know what you think! :D I usually keep my Fichel/Finchel fanfics to myself because it has been quite a while since I've written fanfiction on forums in the past, and I feel like I've lost my touch. But this one seems to be okay I guess. Unless you all think it sucks…I'll stop blabbing now! :D

Live & Love GLEE!