A/N: This is my story of the way I think Glee should have happened if Faberry were cannon. I have tried to keep the storylines as close as possible to the actual show with the exception of Rachel and Quinn's relationship and how that affects their other relationships. Each chapter will be each episode from the beginning. Also the characters might be slightly OOC but that is mostly because the story is being told as if Rachel and Quinn were cannon so imagine if Quinn's personality was actually explored beyond wanting to be on top, how the girl feels and cares. And Rachel, imagine if they explored the side of her that isn't all about ambition. That is what I've tried to do here but otherwise I'm trying to keep their personalities as close as possible to the show. I just think I gave everyone more depth including, Puck, Finn and Santana I hope that I still capture the essence of each character even with the changes… let me know what you think.
Spoilers are for every episode and it is rated M for language and smut in later chapters… hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the songs used, this is written for the fans that deserve some Faberry action, and just for fun.
Chapter 1: Drowning
"Every time I breathe I take you in… and my heart beats again. Baby I can't help it you keep me drowning in your love. Every time I try to rise above, I'm swept away by love. Baby I can't help it you keep me drowning in your love."
Quinn didn't know when it began exactly. She couldn't remember. Was it the first time she saw her talking to Finn?
No.
It was definitely before that, but when? When she watched her first MySpace video and forced herself to make fun of it, because she- well because that was the only was to deal with this.
No.
Was it the first time she watched Puck toss a slushy in her face and she forced herself to laugh? She laughed. And hid behind her fears and drowned in her overwhelming feelings.
No.
Was it the first time she walked through the doors of McKinley High and saw her standing there? Was it the very first day of high school when she gave her heart away? Love at first sight. A love so pure. So amazing. So wrong. So dirty.
Yes.
It was that day, that she decided there was no way she could like girls… one girl. The girl. She could do this, she could fight it and ignore it and hide it. She was Quinn Fabray after all and she could ignore it. Bury it and drown in the weight of it.
So she threw herself into her status. She needed to rule the school. She needed to make sure no one would ever know who she used to be, and who she could never be. NOT EVER! She joined things. She joined the Cheerios and became the first ever freshman to be named head cheerleader. She became the president of the celibacy club- she would make her daddy proud. And she dated Finn Hudson, quarterback. This was her life and she loved it. She created it and she hated it. But she could do this, she would. She would forget her and her ridiculous fashion sense. And it worked perfectly… for a year. She was happy and content and completely miserable, but she was doing it.
And it worked until that fateful day in the auditorium with that fucking song and that fucking girl. She was there again like she always was but this time was different and Quinn couldn't fight it anymore. She wanted to but she couldn't.
She was drowning.
Drowning like she always would be- because of her. Rachel fucking Berry.
So, Freshman year pretty much sucked and Sophomore year didn't seem to be starting out any better… at least so far. She watched them, the beautiful tall boy who could control this school if he ever actually realized the position he was in. But lets face it Finn Hudson wasn't the brightest but he was very sweet. He was big man on campus but his hands never held any of the slushies that were tossed in her face daily. He was probably behind it but he never held it.
No.
Instead he held the hand of the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. She was flawless. Rachel didn't know real people looked like she did. She must have transferred because Rachel would've remembered this girl. And she literally lost her breath, literally. The moment that first morning of Freshman year when the gorgeous blond walked into her life and changed it…and always would change it. And Rachel- well she drowned in her.
She lost her breath at the sight of this girl and it was then that she knew she was gay; bisexual at least… and she wanted her. The hot blond whose name she didn't know but whose hazel eyes she drowned in.
And then she was hit with her very first slushy. Blue, fucking BLUE! That is definitely going to stain and from that moment on Rachel knew her name. She became one of her tormentors and her lifeline all at the same time. That was the day she met Quinn fucking Fabray.
Day one, year two; first day of Sophomore year and she hated it, high school.
Fuck high school.
She was better than this place and all of these people. Well maybe not her… and her eyes. Endless pools of trouble were in those eyes and Rachel was almost grateful that Quinn was her enemy.
Enemy.
How can you be enemies with someone with whom you've never had a real conversation? But then again, this was high school. And there were rules.
She was popular and you- well you Rachel Berry were definitely not that. But who needed high school popularity when you have immense talent and ambition?
Rachel did.
Who needed friends in this insignificant small town high school when you are destined to be a star?
Rachel did.
Who needed endless pools of hazel that you drown in every day and dream about every night?
Rachel did.
Who needed Quinn Fabray?
Rachel did.
Okay, so Quinn didn't know how or why or when… or why but Mr. Schuester the Spanish teacher decided to reignite the glee club. Fucking glee club, but that wasn't even the worst part. He also decided that he would recruit her boyfriend. Sing Finn, really? Why? But that wasn't even the worst part.
No.
The worst part… the worst fucking part was the best singer in the whole fucking world- well maybe not the world but when you're a Sophomore in high school, in shit town Lima Ohio and you've never been out of the god forsaken state, then yes to you, she would be the best singer in the whole world- and on top of that you love her. Or you think you love her.
No.
You know you love her. A fact that is very bad on so very many levels. Seriously… parents would kill you, dead. Church would shun you. High school- well high school would shun you and then kill you, especially this high school because she's Rachel Berry and you… you're you. But still you drowned in her and she saved you and she is the queen of the fucking glee club. Of course she was her voice is like flowers and silk sheets and chocolate and summer and beauty pure and simple… and love.
Fuck love!
God damn her, god damn Mr. Schuester, and god damn Finn. She thought she could at least control him but nope, he was the one doing this to her. He was bringing her into their lives and she would soon be front and center in Quinn Fabray's life.
Not like she wasn't already.
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and maybe- just maybe high school wouldn't completely suck.
Slushy.
Red today, nope high school would suck forever. But today it would at least be more bearable. She would be going to glee club under new leadership and that would be good.
It would be right?
It had to be because if it wasn't she didn't think she would survive high school. The kids in the new and improved glee club- The New Directions- Stupid name but alas Mr. Schuester did not let her name them. The new kids were good, talent wise- not Rachel Berry good- but still far better than the old glee club and maybe, just maybe this club could do something special and then her whole world changed.
For the better… musically.
For the worse… in every other aspect.
Mr. Schuester had finally gotten her a male lead that could at least keep up with her vocally, well not really, but he was good.
However, he was Finn Hudson.
He was the quarterback, he was cute, and sweet and her boyfriend. Fuck!
Because daily slushy facials weren't enough, Mr. Schue you had to get the fucking quarterback to sing with ME. Really? My life is literally a joke, it has to be.
Her boyfriend.
She could just see it morning facials, lunchtime facials and after school ass beatings from Quinn Fabray and her Cheerios… especially Santana Lopez.
Oh that one. Sure she was hot but she was scary on a toxic level and vulgar, seriously. Rachel wished she could talk like Santana does- she does in her head, she thinks like a frat boy truck driver but her fathers taught her to be a lady and use proper language and diction. She has a very strong vocabulary and dialogue but if she could speak the way she thought she would probably have friends and wouldn't be in fear of her life right now.
Also she could probably talk to her.
Screw you dads. Why did you have to have a little lady why couldn't you want a frat boy trucker for a daughter?
Maybe just maybe glee club would be over before it could even start. Quinn heard Mr. Schuester was getting a real job or something. So maybe, she could avoid the Mack truck that is Rachel Berry for a little longer.
Of course Not!
And why? Why you ask- because of one Finn Hudson. Yup her boyfriend saved the glee club and saved Rachel Berry.
Hey that's my job!
"Q!" Coach Sylvester bellowed through her megaphone, even though she was standing five feet away from her. Quinn cringed.
"Yes Coach Sylvester," she answered in her sweetest tone.
"My office five minutes and bring…" she shook her hands over the group of Cheerios as if she were shaking her hands free of water. "One of them," she finished.
"Which-"
"Don't care."
Five minutes later Quinn and Santana sat in front of Sue's desk listening to something about Curly destroying everything she has worked to build. Quinn always found it most useful to only half listen to Coach Sylvester when she went on one of her rants. Or she would be too frightened to move or too traumatized to breathe. Five minutes after that… the wall she had built around the Rachel Berry part of her heart came crumbling down and she drowned in it.
Quinn stood on the balcony of the auditorium and listened to Rachel Berry sing, and it drowned her, and it saved her, and it literally ruined her. For life… for anyone else ever. She- the glee club- ran through the number for the eighty millionth time but there she stood listening in awe. Even after Coach Sylvester and Santana left, eighty one millionth and there she stood.
And when Mr. Schue told them they were done for the day there she still stood, in awe. She could still hear her, feel her. After all the glee nerds were gone there she still stood, mesmerized
Drowned.
"Quinn?" Rachel's sweet tone chimed behind her.
Saved.
Quinn turned around, stone faced, scared shitless, terrified beyond belief and completely turned on.
"Quinn were you watching glee?" Rachel wondered, her own heart pounding in her ears. She couldn't believe she actually just spoke to Quinn.
Say my name again you magnificent creature, say it again- Quinn thought.
"Quinn?"
Again. But she didn't say it again and Quinn knew she would have to say something because she was looking at her as if she were crazy. Fuck she was crazy. It was a simple question. Breathe in. Breathe out. Head bitch in charge attitude in place, breathe, speak.
Drown.
Her eyes peered over Rachel's body- she was still wearing the costume. Rachel Berry in jeans dear god! It's something she had rarely seen and good lord her ass was as incredible as her voice. Oh sweet Jesus- Quinn was going to need confessional and dry underwear.
Fuck! Quinn shook her head. Speak! And then she finally did.
"Yeah, so what do you think you own the school now that you have your little loser club?" There they were words. Good job Q. Do it again, ignore the butterflies. Rachel moved closer and she was sweating from all the dancing and the shirt was clinging to her and… her breasts.
Fuck I've become a teenage boy; oh and legs. Dear lord pray for my teenage boy soul.
Images of Rachel's legs flashed in her head. Rachel's legs closing around her waist. Run! And then she spoke again and suddenly moving was no longer an option.
"No Quinn, I'm quite sure you still have the run of this school and us losers as you so lovingly termed it will undoubtedly remain just that. And no worries I am aware as you are that no one messes with Quinn Fabray."
Say it again, moan it.
"I was merely intrigued by the notion of you possibly having an interest in joining us in glee club."
Quinn arched her eyebrow, join glee club? Suicide… suicide by Rachel Berry. The she smiled at her next thought. She would get to hear her sing and see her and hear her. Again Quinn shook her head to clear her thoughts she mentally pushed Rachel Berry as far back as possible- well as far away as she could with Rachel looking at her like that- god why was Rachel looking at her like that.
Rachel's own head rushed with thoughts. Thoughts of beauty and blond hair and creamy soft skin and hazel and sunshine and daisies.
Fuck I'm so gay! A gay frat boy trucker. And I am so hot for the one person who hates me the most.
Life… high school… Quinn fucking Fabray!
Seriously?
Why is she looking at me like she wants to eat me? Oh god she wants to kill me… or eat me. And now we have wet panties.
"Why are you leering at me Berry?" That voice, sweet and bitchy at the same time.
"I'm not the one who's leering Quinn." Rachel answered and Quinn's thoughts went wild under her accusation.
Truth. Say my name again.
"But I'm not afraid to admit that you're exceptionally attractive Quinn."
Damn Rachel, keep saying it
"And I was just noticing," Rachel finished. Mini explosions happened in Quinn's stomach as the realization that Rachel also found her attractive hit her. Then she did what Quinn Fabray does best, she ran.
And Rachel- well Rachel watched her go. The uniform swaying, that ass bouncing… so-so gay. And she watched and leered and felt the butterflies. When Quinn was out the front door, her legs buckled and she collapsed.
And Quinn she ran until she reached her car in the parking lot. She sat down and started the engine and buried her face in her hands. A year of denial, a year of ignoring her and in one day and a few words… she was done.
Drowning… sinking, falling.
Oh. My. Fucking. Life!
I am hot for Rachel freaking Berry!
Duh.
A/N 2: Hope you like this enough to continue to read. The rest of the chapters won't be so much in their heads. I just needed to establish that they were both already hot for each other. If you like this story please continue to read and if you like the writing please tell me what you think, I'd love to hear it.
The song used was Drowning by The Backstreet Boys.