A/N: This is a warm-up piece, to stretch my limbs in a new fandom. Please, any comment would be greatly appreciated. If you think I'm killing the characters, tell me. I'll try and fix it.

This will be a collection of short one-shots, and I'm taking requests. A couple, or a certain character... whatever strikes your fancy.

One: 'What is your favorite song?'

Rachel had a strict schedule to her songs.

It left no time for guesswork, as her camera waited patiently for her. Oh no. No camera would have to wait for her.

There was nothing whimsical in her choices, either. She chose songs from musicals and the radio, picked out because of a note there, a chorus here. If if it were singable, she would try. And she would succeed. Because she was Rachel Berry. A star. And stars had to be diverse.

This was why, when Finn asked her what kind of music she listened to, she answered with her usual promptness.

"Everything, mostly." She tried to focus on the notes in front of her, a new song Mr. Shue wanted her to look at as a Regional possibility. With Finn sitting next to her, making small conversation as they waited for the rest of the New Directions kids to show up, it was proving to be very difficult.

Finn smiled, and Rachel's heart skipped a beat, though that had to be just her imagination. This wasn't some romance novel that she would never admit to reading. Anyway, just like any proper play, everything between them happened on the stage. In this metaphor, they were merely waiting in the wings at the moment.

"You can't listen to everything mostly. That doesn't even make sense. What's your favorite song?"

Just the question made Rachel tense up. "I don't have one." To beat the silence that was sure to come, she followed her answer with a hurried "And you?"

Later, she would assure herself that it was only the dark lighting in the theater that made it appear as if he were blushing. "I don't know. I like a lot of old stuff. Can't Fight This Feeling is near the top-"

The door creaked open, and both of them jumped, as the other members of New Directions crowded into the theater. If any of them thought the two leads looked guilty about something, they kept it to themselves. Even Kurt refrained from any comment other than a raised eyebrow, which was easily ignored by both Finn and Rachel. They had nothing to be guilty of.

Except for heightened pulses and flushed faces, of course. But this was something that Finn could hide and Rachel could wish away. Their conversation had been a small thing. Nothing important. Only nervous chatter in the wings.

Still, at home that night, listening to Finn's favorite song again (it was necessary, she tried to tell herself, to understand the tastes of the others in the group. Finn was just the first on her list. Right), Rachel couldn't help but begin to draw comparisons between the lyrics and (maybe?) her and a boy she knew.

Setting up her camera, she checked her schedule. Not that she needed to. She already knew that today, she had been planning to A Change in Me. A good song. But not her favorite.

Maybe breaking the routine would be good for her. This was the first excuse that came to mind, and she stuck to it. A true performer had to be ready for sudden changes, after all.

Rachel closed her eyes, and pretended Finn was beside her, as she sang their favorite song.