Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Pride & Prejudice.

A/N: My all-time favorite movie is Pride & Prejudice and while I was watching it last night this idea popped into my head. This fic is loosely based off of the book and movie I mentioned before. This first part stays pretty close to the book but I'm sure I'll probably swerve a little bit in the next part. Hope you enjoy this. I'm not sure just yet how many parts this will be. Probably somewhere between three and five parts but I'll give you a move concrete number in a later part.

Anyways, just so there is no confusion, Rachel is the cousin of Brittany in this fic and as to why Rachel lives with her Aunt and Uncle (Brittany's parents), it will explained soon. Quinn is Finn's sister, so her last name is Hudson, not Fabray in this story. If you've read or watched Pride & Prejudice then you will easily be able to tell who I based each Glee character off of from the book. If you have any questions let me know.

"Come on, Rachel, Papa is going to introduce us to Mr. Hudson." Brittany gripped Rachel hand and pulled her towards the front of the ball room where her uncle stood with Mr. Hudson, his sister, and another man.

"Slow down, Brittany." Rachel giggled and they stopped abruptly by the side of Brittany's mother, Helen. Both girls fell silent and stood as straight as possible in front of the men.

Rachel stood stiff, her heavy green dress weighing her down as she waited for her uncle to introduce her to the men and that had successfully gained everyone's attention when they had entered the room not even fifteen minutes ago. She shifted slightly. She hated wearing these dresses. Her corset was tight but her Aunt had insisted that she wear it to make herself presentable.

"Mr. Hudson," Brittany's father, Robert, began. "This is my wife, Mrs. Helen Peirce, my eldest daughter, Brittany Peirce, and my niece, Rachel Berry."

"Wonderful to meet you all." Mr. Hudson smiled.

"I have two more daughters but they're already dancing." Mrs. Peirce told Mr. Hudson.

"This is Mr. Hudson's sister, Quinn." Mr. Peirce informed his family. "And a close friend of Mr. Hudson's, Mr. Puckerman."

Rachel's eyes lifted from Mr. Hudson, to Quinn, and then landed on Mr. Puckerman. He was standing straight up, not meeting anyone's gaze. Rachel smiled when she saw what he was wearing. It was very nice and completely different than anything she'd seen the men from Longbourn wear. A small smile graced her lips when his eyes lowered to meet hers, but they were gone just as quickly.

All three women curtsied and then Mr. Hudson smiled at Brittany. "Would you like to dance, Miss Pierce? It would be an honorable pleasure of mine."

"Of course." Brittany smiled widely and let him lead her to the center of the room.

Rachel is soon swept away by Brittany's little sister, Jane, to the other side of the room where the 18 year old girl is asking advice on a possible suitor.

"He's so handsome." Jane gushed. "He's right over there. What do you think, Rachel?" The girl asked as she pointed to a dark haired man standing near a column on the other side of the room.

"He's quite handsome." Rachel nodded in approval as her eyes swept the room, meeting Mr. Puckerman's for a few seconds before his quickly darted away when Quinn started to talk to him. "I think he's coming to ask you to dance." Rachel told Jane when the man Jane had pointed out made his way towards the two girls.

Rachel excused herself and wandered around the room, only stopping when she reached Mr. Puckerman. She stood next to him, studying the room and everyone dancing. She looked over at Mr. Puckerman but his eyes were trained on the dancing splendor.

"Do you dance, Mr. Puckerman?" She spoke up and successfully grabbed his attention but he still didn't set his eyes on her.

"Not if I can help it." His reply was quick and sharp, leaving her a little confused.

She sucked in a breath and then forced herself to smile before hurrying off to find Emma, one of her closest friends, that she was sure was at this ball.

"I didn't know you were going to come find me." Emma hugged Rachel when the younger girl walked over to the ginger-headed women.

"Rachel, over her." Mrs. Pierce motioned Rachel later that night.

Rachel grabbed Emma's hand and pulled her over with her towards where her Aunt Helen was standing with Brittany, Mr. Hudson, Mr. Pierce, Quinn, and Mr. Puckerman.

"Yes, Aunt Helen." Rachel stopped, placing herself between her uncle and Emma.

"Miss Hudson was just about to recite some poetry she has written. You love to read so I thought you might like to hear it." Mrs. Pierce smiled at Quinn.

"Poetry?" Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Not to offend you, Miss Hudson, but I read books, not poetry." Rachel said. She was sure she had told her Aunt this countless times.

"You don't like poetry?" Mr. Puckerman asked.

"Not particularly." Rachel held his gaze.

"I find it is an excellent way to show affection. How else would you propose someone do that? How would you show your affection to someone else?" Mr. Puckerman asked, almost as a challenge.

Rachel let a smirk slide across his lips as she raised her chin. "Dancing." She answered simply before letting Emma pull her off in the direction of two men that had caught her friend's eye. Rachel glanced back to see a puzzled expression splayed across Mr. Puckerman's face and it made her laugh lightly. It wasn't soon after that she was engrossed in pleasant conversation with a young gentlemen.

"Mr. Hudson is quite taken with you." Rachel giggled once she and Brittany were under the covers on Brittany's bed that night. "He's quite handsome as well."

"That he is." Brittany smiled. "Do you think he likes me?"

"Brittany, if he wasn't dancing with you tonight, he was staring at you." Rachel said and the blonde girl laughed. "You would make a beautiful Mrs. Hudson."

"Maybe." Brittany pondered on that before watching as Rachel left for her own bed and got some much needed sleep.

"I hope everyone had a wonderful time at the ball last night." Mrs. Pierce said the next morning over breakfast.

"A letter… for Miss Pierce." The maid came up and held the envelope out to Brittany.

Everyone grew silent as Brittany gingerly reached for the letter and opened it, afraid and excited of what was inside all at the same time.

"Read it aloud." Mrs. Pierce ordered.

"It's from Miss Hudson." Brittany told everyone and Rachel leaned in closer to read the letter. "She has invited Rachel and I for dinner." Brittany read further down as her mother laughed in excitement. "Mr. Hudson and Mr. Puckerman will be dining out."

"Dining out?" Mrs. Pierce frowned.

"Can we take the carriage?" Brittany asked, jumping in her seat.

"This is so unfair." Jane pouted.

"The carriage, Aunt Helen?" Rachel leaned forward in her chair as the thunder clapped outside.

"You two may go on horseback." Mrs. Pierce nodded curtly.

"Horseback?" Brittany's eyes widened and was met with a matching expression on Rachel's face.

"She did this on purpose." Rachel smiled and crawled up on the plush mattress beside Brittany in the guest room of the estate Mr. Hudson had been renting. "Aunt Helen knew it was going to storm which is why she sent us on horseback. She knew we'd have to stay here to wait it out and now its nightfall. We won't be able to head home until at least morning."

"I'm sure she had her reasons." Brittany defended her mother half-heartedly.

"To get Mr. Hudson to fall in love with you." Rachel teased and Brittany blushed.

The girls froze when there was a knock on the door and then both Mr. Hudson and Mr. Puckerman stepped into the room. Rachel pulled her knees to her chest, feeling exposed in the unfamiliar gown Quinn had let her borrow for the night. Brittany on the other hand, stood up quickly and smiled at Mr. Hudson.

"My sister has just informed me that you two were unable to make it home in the rain." Mr. Hudson said, smiling at Brittany as well. "It's such a shame."

"I hope Brittany and I aren't intruding."

"Not at all." Mr. Puckerman spoke up quickly and then frowned as if he was upset with his statement. "I'm sorry. I meant that it is no disposition to Mr. Hudson that you two are here."

Rachel grinned and stood up as well, moving to stand beside Brittany, feeling Mr. Puckerman's eyes on her the whole way. "Thank you very much, Mr. Hudson, for letting us take up your guest room. It was very kind of your sister to lend us some of her gowns for us to sleep it. I'll have to remember to thank her in the morning over breakfast."

"You're staying for breakfast?" Mr. Hudson asked, his eyes flashing from Brittany's eyes to Rachel's and back again.

"As long as that is okay with you." Rachel nodded.

"Of course." Mr. Hudson smiled again. "You can stay as long as you want." He directed this to Brittany, who blushed.

"We'll don't want to make ourselves intruders so we'll be leaving shortly after breakfast in the morning." Rachel informed the two men.

"Right." Mr. Hudson stepped back, Mr. Puckerman right along with him. "We'll let you girls get your beauty sleep… as if you really need it." Brittany giggled at his words.

Rachel waited until the two men left the room, shutting the door behind him to start dancing around Brittany. "He is falling for you, Brittany." Rachel teased lightly.

"What about Mr. Puckerman. He was obviously attracted to you." Brittany retorted, making Rachel stop short and think this statement over.

"He is far too proud for my liking." Rachel jutted out her chin.

"Some man is going to catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your mouth, Rachel." Brittany led the brunette girl back to the bed. "What do you think of Mr. Hudson?" The older girl asked.

"He's quite impressive. He's rich, so he doesn't have to be attractive but he is." Rachel grinned, sliding under the covers with Brittany. "I don't think he's all that clever but you two would be quite compatible."

"He told me to call him Finn, at the ball, he insisted that I call him by his first name." Brittany blushed. "He's my age as well, twenty-two."

"That's good." Rachel nodded. "You don't want someone much too old for you."

"Mr. Puckerman is only twenty-eight." Brittany told Rachel. "He's very impressive as well. He's fairly attractive and his estate is magnificent. I've never seen it but Finn has told me stories about it. He had a sister, you know."

"No, I didn't know." Rachel yawned. "Eight years is a big difference. I just reached age twenty. He's much too old for me, Brittany."

"He's younger than that man that asked me for my hand in marriage last year." Brittany countered. "Besides, love knows no age."

"I'm not in love with Mr. Puckerman." Rachel furrowed her brow.

"He is attracted to you." Brittany stated matter-of-factly. "He kept catching you eye at the ball. I saw you looking at him as well."

"You're much too observant, Brittany." Rachel sighed, sinking deeper under the quilts.

"You're taken with him, Rachel."

"So is Quinn. She's beautiful, rich, and successful. She's smitten with him and I wouldn't even compare to her." Rachel closed her eyes. "And I'm not taken with him." She lied. "You should sleep now, Brittany. We have to get up early and you know how much you hate getting up. You wouldn't want Mr. Hudson to see you half-asleep all morning, now would you?"

Brittany nodded, accepting Rachel's argument, and drifted off to sleep with her cousin at her side.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated but not required. I'd love to hear what you guys think of this first part.

Oh, this wasn't beta'd and I'm much too lazy to proof-read this so I'm sure it's filled with mistakes. Sorry.