Hi, this story is my version of how Glee season five should be. I started it as soon season four ended but I'm very slow at writing. This story also has parts of what were suppose to be one shots I wrote years ago so if there are songs that seem in season four in the flashbacks is because I wrote before and I'm to lazy to think in new songs.
Finn is alive in this story since I started it before Cory's tragic death (God bless you Cory)
I'm not a native speaker, so I NEED a Beta reader, if somebody can help me with it I will be eternally grateful.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from glee nor the songs otherwise Glee will have continuity and lots and lots of Faberry
Memories and songs in Italics
In a girl's bathroom in Belleville Middle School, a little blonde girl with big brown eyes, cried relentlessly while she rocked herself in the bathroom's floor. The girl was only 13, but she had already suffered a fair share of bullying in her life, mostly due to her "stupidity", unless that's what their bullies always told her. Her vision was completely blurry due to the constant tears on her eyes, so she failed to notice a body of another girl sitting right next to her.
"Why are you crying?" the new blonde next to the crying girl spoke with a soft and concerned voice.
"Lucy!" said the startled blonde with a small jump. "How did you find me?"
"You didn't come to meet me at lunch as I ask you to. I got worried so I came looking for you." The other blonde was chubby, wear braces and glasses, and had a heavy sprout of acne all over her face and chest, but she had gentle hazel eyes and a caring smile that made the other blonde to stop crying at once. "What happened?"
"Why are you so good to me? I'm an idiot; you should not hang around with me. I don't know why you want to be friends with me."
"I should be the one to decide that."
"But not even your friend likes me. She hates me…"
"Nonsense. Santana is just very protective Brit, I'm pretty sure she will get to love you even more than she likes me," stated Lucy Fabray with a sweet smile drawn upon her lips.
"But… I'm stupid." Britanny started to cry again, but the other blonde stopped her with a stern look.
"You are not stupid Brit. Do not say that ever again." Lucy cupped her face between her hands and made her look right into her in the eyes.
"But…everybody thinks so."
"They don't know what they are talking about. You are not stupid!" Lucy insisted. She did not want Britanny to believe that she was stupid.
"I am! I never understand anything in classes! I'm not smart enough!"
"That does not make you stupid Brit; that just means that you are not that smart in some areas."
"What do you mean?" Britanny asked sitting in the floor to face Lucy with curiosity.
"Everybody is smart in their own way. There are many kinds of smart Brit. Some people are smart in arts, other are smart in math, or emotions. You just have to find your kind of smart. The fact that you are not smart in some things does not make you an idiot or stupid." Lucy explanation surprised Britanny, she have always considered herself stupid because everybody call her that, but Lucy was intelligent and was saying that she wasn't, that alone make her doubt about her own believes and made a small smile to creep slowly between her lips.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. You are not stupid; never let anyone else make you believe otherwise. You are smart, I know you are."
Britanny woke up in the middle of her new dorm in MIT. As soon as she recollected her dream, a grin was plastered in her face. She jumped out of her bed excitedly and reached to grab her cell phone before dialing a certain blonde's cell number. She waited eagerly; unfortunately, the call went directly to voicemail. "Hi, Quinn is me, Brit. Today is my first day here in MIT, and I just had a dream about you, so I wanted to call you. Remember when we first met, and you told me that everybody is smart in their own way… you were right from the very beginning. I am smart! I guess that this makes you super smart because you were the first one that noticed that I was smart, right? And, I never thought about it, but I guess you were right as well about Santana je je. Call me back when you get this. Love you, Quinn!" Britanny hung off the phone and smiled happily at it. She jumped in the bed and screamed at the top of her lungs "SMART WORLD HERE I GO!"
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"Oh God, I'm exhausted!" Rachel Berry walked in the room with her shoulders down and a tired scowl in her face. "Santana, why haven't you clean up the kitchen yet, today is your duty day!"
"God, Berry. I swears to God that you become more and more annoying with every day," said Santana walking out of her room to the kitchen.
"So… what happened?" inquired Kurt running towards Rachel in gleeful excitement.
"I think it went well, but I have to wait a while before knowing if I got the role or not." Rachel has just come back from her last audition to Funny Girl, but she was told that she will have to wait a long time, maybe even months to figure out if she got the role." "I think that what they are doing is rather impolite. How do they expect us to sit down and wait months, before knowing who got the role? This whole situation is rather unpleasant."
"I totally agree. If they only knew, that we will have to listen to your constant complaining throughout all this time, I bets they will have mercy on us." Santana said from the kitchen sink while she washed the dishes.
"Shut up, Santana." Rachel rolled her eyes and sit down in the couch with a puff.
"Where were you? I though your audition was in the early morning." Kurt asked a little concerned about his friend whereabouts.
"I was with Shelby, she was giving me a pep talk about keeping my hopes up and wait patiently."
"Wise woman," stated Santana causing Rachel to growl in annoyance.
"Well, I really wish you get the role Rach," said Kurt ignoring the Latina laughing in the background.
"Thank you, Kurt."
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Outside the gates of Belleville Middle School, Ohio, a skinny, small young raven-haired girl waited with her friend, patiently searching anxiously with their eyes through the many students that headed to start their classes. It was Friday, and the two girls had waited patiently in the front gate before classes started since several days now; however, there has been three days since the last time they saw their best friend.
"She is not coming back, isn't she?" asked the blonde girl to the raven-haired that was almost on the verge of tears. The brunette has always been very shy; she barely talked with her friends. She was very reserved to herself and most of the times she was afraid of everyone, because she has always been bullied for being the foreign kid. Since she met her best friend things had changed a little. She founded comfort and happiness in the calm and smooth behavior of her friend. Since a very long time she finally had a real friend, a person that could make her feel safe because she had always made sure to defend her against her bullies, but since she suddenly disappeared she had been extremely scared of going back to school.
"She will never leave us without saying anything, Britanny," stated the brunette trying to reassure not only her friend, but herself with her words.
"Then maybe something happened to her, Santana." That was the biggest fear of the Latina, and it was confirmed when they finally spotted a familiar blonde girl walking towards the School. Well… limped towards the School. The blonde girl was covered in bandages; her right leg and right arm were in a cast, she had a sticking plaster right on top of her nose, and many bruises and scars all over her body. The two girls rushed towards the blonde asking her if she was ok.
"What are you two doing here?" The blonde-injured girl asked with pure ice in her voice. The other two girls were shocked by her friend's rude behavior and stopped in her tracks completely stunned. "Were you expecting me to appear again as a hero and protect you from the bad guys?" The blonde asked with a sarcastic tone in her voice.
"Lucy… we didn't…" The Latina attempted to answer, but she was cut down by a painful reply from the blonde.
"I cannot protect you anymore! Not like this!" Lucy signaled herself with her good hand while she tried to control the tears that have started to gather in her hazel eyes. "I'm tired of being harassed everyday. I'm tired of being make fun because of my weight or my acne. I'm tired of the beatings downs and of all the insults, and I'm tired of being worried about you two! I cannot longer stand up for you… I'm too afraid to do so.
"Did they hurt you because of us?" asked Santana with guilt written all over her face, but Lucy shook her head in denial.
"It does not matter why they did it. What's important is that they did it…again, and I'm not going to let this happen again."
"What do you mean?" asked a confuse Britanny looking at Santana trying to find an answer in her friend.
"We will climb the social ladder, and when we reach freshmen year, we will be the most popular girls in School," said Lucy with determination. "Brit, you will sign up in dance classes. I've seen you dance and you could be really good at it. I will enter ballet and lose all this extra weight. Santana you will enter kickboxing classes."
"What?!" Santana was completely in shock; she could not believe what her best friend was suggesting her to do.
"You need to grow a back bone, Santana. You need to learn how to defend yourself; I can't do it for you anymore. I will go with you to these classes. I promise you I will be there every step of the way, but I can't do this anymore, not by myself." Lucy looked at her with pleading eyes and Santana understood her words. Britanny would never be able to defend herself, she was too innocent and nice to actually be mean to someone, but she might be able to defend herself if she had to. "… Sometimes, I need someone to defend me as well." The words of the blonde struck her with force. She never had thought in protecting Lucy, Lucy had always been the one protecting her. She took a look to her best friend injured body and broken eyes, and promised herself to become as strong as all her bullies or even stronger, so she would never fear them again.
"Ok, I will."
"One year from now, we will be cheerleaders and we will be on the top of the social ladder. People will be afraid of us, not the other way around" Lucy started walking again to School followed closely by her two friends.
"This new Lucy is kind of scary," whispered Britanny to a quiet Santana, but before the Latina could answer, the other blonde interrupted her.
"Don't call me that again. From now on, my name is Quinn Fabray"
The dark eyes of the Latina snapped open in the middle of the night. It was weird. She didn't often dreamed about Quinn, as a matter of fact, lately all of her dreams were more related with Britanny than with her other friend. Although, Brit had been in her dream, Santana knew that the dream had to do mostly with Quinn. She remembered her past relationship with the blonde with confusion. She had loved Quinn so much before, but everything started to change since that Friday at School. Santana didn't have to ask Quinn to know the reasons why she was beaten up that time by the boys of the School. By that time she was bullied not only for being Latina, but also for her being considered a lesbian. That was when her fear to come out had started. Quinn had always defended her, so everybody started to call Quinn her girlfriend. She had hated herself for being the cause of the change in Quinn's behavior, so she had changed herself, becoming what she was now: a very snarky bitch. As a result, Santana and Quinn had reached a very weird relationship of frienemies. Santana laughed to herself while thinking about her younger self. At the young age of twelve, she knew she was in love with Quinn, it wasn't until she got older that she started to deny all of those feelings towards girls and started to fool around with boys in order to keep appearances. Since her acknowledgement in her sexuality, she and Quinn had reached a partial friendship again, but after the Will and Emma's wedding fiasco she was not sure where her relationship stood, after all they did sleep together. Rolling in her bed she made a mental note to call the blonde in the morning just to say "hi". It was the sensitive thing to do, right?
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A whole day! A whole day had passed and she had felt incredible nervous. Well maybe "nervous" was not the right word; maybe "anxious" or "scared" was a bit more appropriate. Rachel had felt like that the whole day, and she was hoping to get back home as soon as she could; however, right now she was stuck in one of her vocal lessons in NYADA. She tried to breath in and out several times in order to calm herself down, but she hadn't seemed capable to do it.
"Miss Berry, since you seem to be so bored by my class, you might as well be ready to perform today the assignment that was due for next week about an emotional song." The professor said with a grimace, and Rachel recoiled preoccupied. I haven't prepared anything yet. What am I gonna do? "So Miss Berry, we all are waiting for you" Rachel stood up from her sit keeping a stoic face and took the front of the class. Even when she wasn't prepared, she knew she will nail the song because she always did. Now, the problem was to come up with an appropriate song for the assignment. Cleaning her throat, she began to sing.
I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by,
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad.
How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun
Want to feel your warmth upon me
I want to be the one.
While she finished the first part of the song, she noticed that the professor was already smiling and completely submerged in her voice, so she kept singing. The song did not help to show off her magnificent range, but at the song somehow seemed appropriate for how she was feeling.
Will remember you, will you remember me? I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
Standin' on the edge of something much to deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard.
Will remember you, will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
"That was very good Berry. You can go back to your sit". Rachel nodded and headed to her sit trying to control a terrible urge to cry. She was definitely overly sensible today and she really wanted to just get home and get some sleep.
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In the auditorium of the William McKinley High School, a small brunette with tanned skin dressed in argyle stood in the middle on the stage just gazing dreamily to the now empty auditorium. With a confident stride, the brunette walked to a small CD player and hit the play bottom. Immediately a background music started to play and the small diva returned to the center of the stage to start with her private show.
For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful baby
You're the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through through it all
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cuz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
"Your inner stalker is showing Fabray," said a younger Santana, scolding a beautiful blonde leaning on the door of the auditorium admiring the show.
"Shut up, she was very good." Quinn defended herself while turning around and starting walking through the hallways of her new High School followed by her two best friends.
"She sings pretty, like an angel!" Britanny jumped happily.
"She was short, too short to be considered a normal person. And what's up with those clothes," scoffed Santana with a roll of her eyes.
"Don't be rude Santana." Quinn warned her friend before stopping on her tracks and confronted her friend face to face.
"That's whats we are supposed to be now! We are going to be the rulers of this High School, that means that we will have to be rudes to the losers of this place, suck it up Fabray." Quinn stared at her friend with confused eyes and then sighed in defeat.
"What happened to you? I created a monster."
"Life happened! And don't you dares to take the credit of creating me Q, stop blowing up your ego!" Santana snarled with hatred in her voice. By this point Britanny stared to her two friends in silence too afraid to say anything to them.
"You are the one with the ego here Santana. We wanted to become popular to run away from the bullying, not to become bullies ourselves!" Quinn stated with confidence in her voice, but the Latina laughed off her words.
"Oh please. Stops being such a hypocrite Q. You will do anything to gain power and popularity, and you knows it!" Santana was right. Quinn knew that Santana was telling the truth, so she did not denied it.
"I just don't want to be abused at School anymore!" Quinn tried to justify her actions.
"No, you get enough of that at home." The words of Santana were meant to be sarcastic, but as soon as she said them she repented. Quinn's face contorted to anger in a split of a second and Santana stiffened with fear. There was a reason why Quinn was the leader of their little group even when Santana clearly was the biggest bitch. Even Santana was afraid of a mad Quinn Fabray. Just when Quinn seemed ready to jump Santana in a fiery attack Britanny intervened.
"Oh Slushie! I want one!" Britanny took Quinn's hand and drag her to the machine. Quinn seemed to relax with the touch of the blonde, and with a small smile to the young dancer she proceeded to buy her the beverage.
"He hasn't been so aggressive since I became thinner and stopped being bullied at School," said Quinn with a small voice, but loud enough for Santana to hear her. "I need to be popular Santana."
"I knows." Santana would not apology, but she hoped her friend understood that she was really sorry for her earlier words.
Suddenly, a loud noise behind them startled them. It was the little brunette from the auditorium who was being pushed harshly against the lockers by three big guys in jogs uniforms. The singer was at the verge of tears and she looked completely terrified while the three boys laughed at her. Quinn didn't think about it and make a move to go and help the small brunette, but Santana stopped her by taking her wrist in a strong grip.
"You aint's going to interfere Q."
"Get off me Santana! What you want me to do, stand up and just watch?" An angry Quinn asked to a very confident Santana.
"Exactly. This is our place now Quinn. We stands and laughs at the losers. If you go and help her now, you will be a loser through all High School."
"You don't know that."
"Are you willing to risk it?"Santana inquired with a sharp frown. Quinn doubted. She turned to watch the current display of power by the jogs over the tiny singer and she clenched her fist in frustration.
"Are they going to hurt her?" Brittany stared at the situation with fear.
"I can't let them treat her like that." Quinn was so angry that she wanted to jump and kicked the asses of all those boys with all her might.
"Then do its yourself." Santana said crossing her arms over her chest while watching a startled blonde gaze across the hallway in confusion.
"Stop it!"A small Rachel Berry demanded with tearful but confident eyes. Rachel was doing everything in her power not to show her inner fear. She was terrified, but she could not let the jogs see her fear, she could not let them enjoy her suffering.
"Or what?" One of the boys asked with a satiric tone. Rachel gulped, but locked her eyes with her aggressor with defiance.
"Or, you Neanderthals will suffer a couple of rigorous chastisements by professors at the end of the day."
"What did she said?" One of the bullies asked in confusion.
"Woa, did you just call us stupid?" The other jog asked with a glare, and Rachel shrugged down in fear.
"I…I didn't…."
"Shut up bitch, I'll show you how to respect your superiors." The jog stepped closer to Rachel while she pushed herself closer to the lockers in an attempt to hide from the bullies."
"Quinn they are going to hurt her!" Brittany yelp with fear, while Quinn bit her lower lip with fury until she could taste the metal flavor of her own blood in her mouth.
"Is not our place to help her Q."
"Quinn!" Brittany yelled, and Quinn snapped. In a quick movement the blonde took the slushie from Britanny's hands and strode to the group of jogs and Rachel. Quinn pushed one of the jogs out of her way and ignored his angry growl before stepping in front of Rachel and tossing the contains of the slushie right into her face. Rachel froze in place completely drench in the red colored liquid. The jogs just looked at her in surprise before bursting into a laughing fit. Quinn forced herself to be the icy bitch she was going to be, and erased her concerned and guilty look of herself before placing a scary smirk in her lips.
"Now dwarf, that should teach you to respect your place in this School" Quinn stated with venom in her voice. Rachel just whimpered and ran away from the place. The jogs kept on laughing and addressed Quinn with acceptance.
"That was so cool, so much better than a purple eye!" The jogs kept giving her congratulatory remarks until they left the hallway to get to football practice. As soon they left, Quinn let her smile fall and looked at the direction in which Rachel had left running with regret. Suddenly, Quinn felt a soft touch in her left cheek and turned to look at Santana with surprise.
"Don't cry. You saved her from a beating." Santana said with security.
"I replaced physical pain for humiliation. I don't know which one is worse."
"You'll gets used to it" Santana said with indifference.
"That is even worse," Quinn walked away of her friends through the hallway. Minutes later she was standing in front of a bathroom door that let sniffing sounds pass through it.
Quinn took a deep breath and walked inside the bathroom. Rachel froze again at the minute she saw her, but Quinn just walked to one of the sinks and started washing her hands.
"Are you alright?" Quinn asked faking a complete lack of interest.
"How can you ask me that after what you did?" Rachel was utterly flabbergasted by the behavior of the blonde, but Quinn just decided to ignored the annoyance in the voice of the singer and continue with her interview.
"Did it hurt?"
"Of course it did." By this time, Rachel was no longer crying, but fuming with anger and resentment.
"Did it hurt as much as a punch in the face?" The question surprised Rachel, who with a curious look to the blonde decided to stop attacking and let her talk.
"I guess not."
"Good," was Quinn's reply. "Look I don't know you, and I don't have anything against you; however, from now on I will constantly bully you, understand? They were the ones who chose you, and unfortunately I can't do anything to change that." Rachel was completely astonished by Quinn's words. She could not believe that someone will come and tell her that she wanted to make her life miserable with such tranquility. "I will call you names, and make fun of your clothes and singing and you will only stand there and take it. Got it RuPaul?" It was too much. Rachel burst into crying in despair.
"Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you to deserve this?" Rachel started sobbing, but was surprised when she felt Quinn's hand caressing her left cheek and cleaning away her tears.
"Don't cry. You are better than all of us. You are more talented and stronger than all of us, so don't you dare forget that."Quinn reassured her, and that made Rachel even more confused than before. Quinn took a step away from the diva to look for something in her backpack. "I won't be nice to you ever again. Unless not in public, Manhands, so don't get used to it." She said while tossing here a black t-shirt of a concert of Radiohead. "You can keep that" Quinn said while she walked to the door and glance at Rachel over her shoulder. "I will advise you to bring a change of clothes from now on."
Quinn met with Santana and Britanny out side the bathroom and headed to the gym to apply as cheerleaders.
"You didn't haves to do anything for her, Q" Santana said with annoyance, but Quinn remained calm and certain.
"I didn't do it for her."
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Rachel woke up, after her afternoon nap with a lot of anxiety. She quickly searched throughout her room until she founded what she was looking for. Sitting in her bed, Rachel stared at the black t-shirt in her hands, with a Radiohead logo in the front and back of it.
"I wonder why I brought it with me," wondered Rachel with curiosity.
"Fuck!" Abruptly, a loud curse sounded through the walls of the apartment. Rachel stood up and let the t-shirt in the table in order to find the source of such vulgar vocabulary. Santana was pacing through the living room with her phone attached to her left ear. She looked mad, nervous and… scared. The last one made Rachel concerned about her friend, so she decided to enter the room and talk to her.
"I swears of God! If you don't answer your phone right now I'll kill you!" Santana threatened at loud to her phone.
"Santana is anything wrong?" Rachel asked with caution.
"Don't bother she has been like this for a while" Kurt at the other side of the living room sighed to her best friend.
"She has?"
"Yes, but you were too distracted tearing apart your room. What the hell were you looking for by the way?" Kurt asked with curiosity. Luckily, for Rachel, Kurt could not notice the small blush in her cheeks before answering.
"Nothing really…"
"Fucks!" The Latina cursed again startling the both divas. "Rachel I need your help!"
"Sure, what is it?
"Call Quinn, would you?"
"Why?"
"Just do it!" Santana exclaimed, and Rachel agreed. Nevertheless, Quinn did not answer and the machine picked up her call. Unexpectedly, Santana rushed to her room and left minutes later carrying a bag with her luggage.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Rachel asked suddenly very concerned about the weird behavior of the Latina.
"To New Haven," said Santana with determination. "I needs to find Q."
"Wait, why? I don't understand what the hell is going on?" Kurt and Rachel were now extremely confused, but also very scared to hear Santana's reasons to fly all over to New Haven.
"Q is not answering my calls or my texts. She aint's like this and she would have certainly picked up the phone to Berry if she had been mad at me. I tried to call Judy, but I can't reach her. Something happened to her. I know it!"
"Santana, maybe she just left her cell phone in her room and she is still in classes" Kurt tried to reason with the Latina, but Santana was sure about her suspicions.
"She aint's like that. I know something happened to her."
"How can you tell?" Rachel asked calmly to the frantic Santana.
"Brit, called her yesterday. Nobody has heard anything from her since almost three days ago….and…"
"And…" Kurt coed her to finish what she started.
"Both, Brits and I have had dreams about Q this past two days. It can't be a coincidence. I knows something bad happened to her, I can feels it in my gut. All day I've beens trying to fights this awful feeling in the back of my stomach and when Brits called me and tolds me about her been worried about Quinn I knew that those dreadful feelings were about Q.
"Santana that is completely, ridiculous. Rachel, tell her something." Kurt thought that her friend was over reacting, but when he turned to look at Rachel he was surprised to see a terrified look in Rachel's face.
"We have to find Quinn," Rachel said with a quirky and low voice.