Say You'll Be Mine @queendiannaagron
Chapter 1

Old AN: Seeing as I've written Unintentional Happiness from Quinn's POV, I thought I'd write one from Rachel's. The main plot is explained in the short description, there may be some similarities to the plot of Glee but most of it will just be using the characters – which I do not own.


New AN: So, this is (finally) the rewritten version of Say You'll Be Mine. I've combining old chapters to create longer ones and changed a few minor details to make the story flow better. If you're an old reader, welcome back, if you're a new reader, hope you enjoy it too.

If you want to continue reading from what would've been chapter 21 when I stopped writing, then skip to chapter 8 (which hypothetically will be uploaded in 8 weeks, which yes is a long time but I want to update weekly so I have time to write more before I post it) as unless you want to reread it all, there's nothing relevant that you need to know so long as you remember the storyline you can skip ahead once it's posted. However I do feel that is better than it was first time round. Also there's and added Pezberry moment (in chapter 3) that will be referenced several times ;)

The one major error that I couldn't fix in the rewrite is the Kurt and Blaine error. Please imagine everything that happens with Karofsky and Dalton happened a year earlier, meaning Blaine transfers to McKinley in Kurt's junior year rather than senior.

Anyway, this will be updated every Friday (UK time so the day may differ for you depending on what time I upload and where you live) and very soon I will start posting a new story which was a request and that will be on Sundays.

Finally, I have some bad news in that the sequel to You're All I Need has been cancelled, I had zero ideas or motivation so I scrapped it. Sorry, I know some of you were looking forward to it. Maybe at some point in the future I'll be able to write a short epilogue style story just to round it out nicely but I think the ending of the story is fine as it is.

I will now stop rambling so this AN doesn't become longer than the chapter. Enjoy! :)


Chapter 1

I take a deep breath as I prepare myself for the first day of school. A new school.

Don't get me wrong, I'm used to this by now, my family moves constantly due to my dad's job. I'm used to only spending up to a year in each city.

This time however, my fathers – yes, plural – have promised me that we won't move again until I've graduated high school, meaning I'll be attending William McKinley High School for two years.

Anyway, I nervously pull at the hem of my argyle skirt as I walk through the main entrance of the school for the first time. It wouldn't have been my initial choice of clothing but there was a screw up with the moving company and a lot of our boxes went to the wrong location so I was left with short skirts and animal sweaters. I had cringed as I pulled them out of one of my only boxes that had been in the car with us, instantly knowing I'd be bullied for my fashion sense when in reality, the only reason I had these clothes was because my aunt gifted them to me and I didn't have the heart to throw them away. Don't ask why it happened to be the one box of clothes that we brought rather than the box containing my more fashionable clothes as it was just bad luck.

As soon as I enter the hallway I feel several pairs of eyes turn to look at me and notice some people smirking at my skirt and reindeer sweater combo but I ignore them, letting my eyes do their usual trick of scanning the halls, trying to suss out the hierarchy. When I'd found out which clothes I'd have to wear, I knew I'd end up unpopular but it was still good to figure out how the school functions, making it easier for me to fly under the radar. After a while, it was obvious that the cliché jersey wearing football guys and all the girls in cheerleading uniforms ran this joint so I chose to avoid looking at them to lessen my chances of being bullied.

However, there was one girl I just couldn't ignore.

I stop in the middle of the busy corridor when I see her walking towards me. We only briefly make eye contact as she glances at me with curiosity when she passes, but those hazel eyes practically took my breath away. Without knowing anything about her personality, I can instantly tell that she's the description of perfection, with short blonde hair pulled up into a high pony, a great body and legs to die for. The only thing about her that isn't perfect is the dork with his arm around her shoulders.

I stand frozen as she walks away, trying not to let my gaze wander down to her swaying hips, when she looks over her shoulder at me. I give her a small smile which she returns after a moment's hesitation before disappearing around a corner.

"Move it."

I'm pulled out of my trance when another cheerleader barges past me, followed closely by another girl, also on the squad.

"S…sorry." I manage to say.

"Yeah you should be midget." The Latina cackles as she walks away.

The second girl offers me a smile before following her friend.

I roll my eyes at the nickname, I mean she wasn't even that much taller than me, before moving towards my first class of the day, wanting to find it as soon as possible in case I got lost.


I find the Spanish classroom easily enough and slide into one of the seats in the middle of the room before getting lost in my thoughts.

"So, you're new."

"I… yes." I respond shyly as the blonde from earlier plonks herself down in the seat next to me.

She laughs lightly and I can't stop myself from smiling at the sound.

"Where you from?" She questions, pulling her books out of her bag.

"All over, originally New York but we move a lot."

"I love New York." The blonde whispers wistfully and I'm not sure how to reply so we end up sitting in a somewhat comfortable silence until she speaks again.

"Hey new girl?"

"Yeah?" I reply, much preferring that nickname to 'midget'.

"You intrigue me, so tell me something random about you."

I blush as she shows interest in me but don't let myself fixate on it. "Well people always seem to find it amusing that I have two gay dads and I myself am gay."

When she doesn't reply, I turn my head to face her and see her staring at me with her mouth slightly open.

"Too random?" I ask, panicked.

"Um, no, well yeah but that's not why I'm shocked. You just told a complete stranger that you're gay, and we're not even in private." The blonde says in a hushed voice whilst I will myself to stop think of all the things we could be doing if we were in private. "Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with it but not many people share my views. Ohio isn't exactly a very… accepting state and Lima is a lot worse than some towns, so if you want my advice, I wouldn't go around broadcasting that information. I don't know what you or your dads have been through before but there was a kid last year, Kurt Hummel, who came out and was bullied so much he had to transfer. Although, he's back now, and even trying to get his boyfriend to transfer here but they still have to hide and limit PDA."

I smirk. "Do you always talk that much?"

"No." She responds, blushing slightly. "It was a rare ramble."

"Don't worry about it, I've been known to rant from time to time." I laugh lightly. "I appreciate the advice though and although I'm an open person, I'm not about to scream my sexuality in the middle of the hallways. Plus I'm single so don't have a reason to come out just yet."

It may have been wishful thinking but I could've sworn I saw the blonde smile slightly when I mentioned that I was single.

"So what do you normally do on your first day at a new school?" She asks, changing the subject and allowing us to speak at a normal volume again.

"Usually I look for clubs to join, try to make friends et cetera."

"Interested in joining the Cheerios? I'm head cheerleader so could put in a good word for you."

Some people had turned to look at me, clearly confused as to why the most popular girl in school was talking to the newbie, but I ignore them and keep my focus on the hazel eyes staring back at me.

"I'm not really cheerleader material." I confess.

"Hmm… Can you sing?"

Something in her mannerisms changes when she asks this, but I can't put my finger on why. She almost says it in a way that makes me think it's forbidden to love singing.

"I dabble." I respond.

"Well, if you're interested, Mr Schue…" She pauses to nod in the direction of the Spanish teacher who is preparing for the lesson at the front of the room. "… leads the schools Glee club, which isn't the most popular club in school, in fact it's probably the least popular but it's worth it if you love singing."

Now I understand the earlier idiosyncrasies.

"I might look into it." I say, trying to contain my excitement about spending more time with the blonde. "I assume I'll need to audition?"

"Yeah but unless you're tone deaf or something you'll get in. If you want, I could meet you at lunch to help you put something together? Then you can audition tomorrow."

My heart leaps at the offer. "That would be kind of you thanks."

"What do you have third period?"

"Err, let's see." I mumble, pulling my timetable out of my pocket. "History."

"Ah, I have geography so I guess I can meet you in the auditorium. Did they show you where that was on your tour?"

"I, um, didn't get a tour."

"Seriously? Well that won't do." She laughs. "Let's add that to our lunchtime activities then, I can meet you outside your history classroom." She offers, glancing at my timetable to make note of the room number.

"Great, thank you."

Mr Schue then clears his throat to signify he's about to start the lesson so the blonde and I fall into silence once more as I begin to countdown the minutes until lunch.


Luckily, I find that my classes don't drag too much as it's the first day of the year so the teachers are fairly relaxed. Before I know it, it's lunchtime and I'm gathering my stuff before leaving the history classroom with a smile on my face.

That smile, however, soon falls when I see the blonde waiting for me, like she'd promised, but with her lips on the tall guy who was with her this morning.

Ignoring the sudden fire in my stomach due to jealousy, I clear my throat to alert the lovers of my presence.

"Oh, sorry new girl." The blonde blushes.

The jock nods his head in my direction as a greeting before planting one last kiss to the cheerleader's lips. "See you later babe."

As we walk in the opposite direction to him I turn to the blonde.

"I take it that's your boyfriend." I joke.

"Na, just one of my side pieces." She teases. "But yeah, that's Finn, we've basically been together since freshman year."

I try not to let is show how disappointed I am about the fact they've been dating for so long.

"I know you said you were single now but what about in your last school?" She asks when I don't respond.

"Honestly, I've always been single." I admit. If she's taken aback by my confession, she doesn't show it. "It's not through lack of trying though, but it's different for me. Firstly, I have to figure out who's actually interested which isn't that many people, but I guess the main reason is because I know I never stay long in each town."

"That sucks." She comments. "Do you know how long you'll be staying here?"

"Yep. You're stuck with me till graduation." I see her smile slightly in my peripheral vision and am pleased that she's happy I'm not leaving any time soon. "Can you show me where my locker is quickly?"

"Of course."

I show her the slip of paper the principal had given me when my dads and I had visited last week to finalise my transfer which displays my locker number and combination.

"Ah the Pythagorean triple locker." She laughs before seeing my confused expression. "345, it's a Pythagorean triple because 3 squared plus 4 squared is 5 squared."

I snort slightly with laughter.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just never pegged you as a nerd." I tease.

She rolls her eyes. "Anyway, it's a few down from mine so we can go there first, and don't worry I won't break into your locker now I know the combination." She laughs. "Did you need to swing by the cafeteria too?"

"No, I'm vegan so often bring my own lunch on the first day of school in case they don't cater for me."

"Ah well you're in luck actually because we do serve vegan food, but if you've brought your own anyway we may as well eat in the auditorium." She smiles at me before stopping and pointing to a locker. "Here we are."

As I drop off my books she moves down the hall slightly to visit her own locker. A few moments later she's back by my side.

"Ready to go new girl?"

Nodding, I laugh. "Are you ever going to call me by my name?"

"Once you tell me what it is."

"That's… an excellent point." I giggle. "God I've done this so many times you'd think I'd have learnt by now."

"So…" The blonde prompts again.

"Right sorry." I close my locker and extend my right hand, causing her to chuckle. "I'm Rachel Berry."

"Quinn Fabray." She responds, shaking my hand. "Okay then Rachel Berry, shall we get going?"

I laugh once more, happy for the first time in a long time. "We shall Quinn Fabray."

Quinn. I could get used to saying that name.


Just as we're about to move away from our lockers, a voice calls out. A voice that makes me flinch when I instantly recognise it.

"Q!"

"You're friends with her?" I whisper to Quinn.

"Yeah?" She responds with curiosity as the Latina cheerleader approaches us.

She throws one look at me before turning to Quinn.

"Why are you with her?"

"I'm giving her a tour." Quinn shrugs as if it were obvious.

"Why?"

"No one else was offering."

I frown and feel my heart sink as I realise that she may be telling the truth.

"Hmm." The Latina contemplates, eyeing me up.

"What did you want Santana?" Quinn asks, distracting her.

"Coach wants to see you, something about the disappointment in her life now her protégé hasn't come to see her on the first day of term." Santana explains, checking her nails as if she were bored with this conversation.

"Cool, I was going to take Rachel passed there anyway."

This time my heart practically skips a beat when I hear my name fall from her lips.

"Whatever." The Latina shrugs, walking away to meet up with the girl I saw her with this morning at the end of the corridor.

"Well she seems lovely." I say sarcastically.

"Santana's an acquired taste, but she has a big heart." Quinn laughs as we start walking. "You don't mind that I have to see Coach do you?"

"Of course not, it's your lunch too and she asked to see 'her protégé'." I smirk.

"Careful new girl, you don't want to piss off the head cheerleader."

As she leads me into the Coach's office I'm met by a very tall, slim woman with short blonde hair, in a red and white tracksuit, drinking a protein shake.

"You wanted to see me Coach?"

"Ah yes Q, take a seat and… who's this?" She asks as her eyes land on me.

"Coach Sue Sylvester, this is Rachel Berry, she's new and I was about to give her a tour when Santana found me." Quinn explains.

"A future Cheerio?" Sue asks me.

"Oh, no I'm not…"

"Then you can wait outside." She interrupts, pointing to her office door with her glasses in her hand.

I hesitate, curious as to whether she's serious when I notice Quinn giving me an apologetic glance and realise that I do actually have to leave.

"Alright." I mumble, pulling the door shut behind me.


I'm leaning against the wall opposite Coach Sylvester's office when I notice two boys walking towards me, the taller one talking about how excited he is that the other boy had transferred and I instantly recognise them as the boys Quinn was talking about earlier.

"Excuse me." I say, calling them to a stop. "Are you Kurt Hummel?"

"I am." The taller guy replies. "May I ask who you are and how you know of me?"

"I'm Rachel Berry, I'm new around here and had heard a story about you earlier which lead me to the realisation of who you are when I saw you two walking with such obvious chemistry between you, plus the topic of transfers you were discussing."

The other guy laughs, straightens his bow tie and offers me his hand to shake. "I'm Blaine Anderson, the boyfriend you seem to have heard about."

I return his smile, shaking his hand before glancing at Kurt to see him looking at me sceptically.

"Exactly who were you talking to and why were we the topic of conversation?"

"I was just conversing with Quinn and mentioned something that you and I have in common." I explain, hoping they'd catch onto what I was saying but am met with two blank expressions. "We play for the same team." I add in a hushed voice.

"Ohh." Blaine says while Kurt continues to study me.

"You had this talk with Quinn? Quinn Fabray?"

"Yes?" I respond, confused, how many Quinn's could there possibly be?

He surprises me then by letting out a short laugh. "Day one and you've already fallen in with the wrong crowd."

I'm about to ask what he means when Quinn emerges from the office behind the boys and they walk away.

"I thought you said you were in Glee club with them?" I ask her.

"I am with Kurt, Blaine hasn't auditioned yet, I didn't even know he'd officially transferred. Why?"

"No reason." I respond, my mind running wild.


After Quinn finished giving me a tour, we sit on the stage in the auditorium eating our lunches, with another half an hour before afternoon lessons started.

"You really are one of a kind aren't you?" Quinn suddenly comments.

"How do you mean?"

"A vegan lesbian? How many of those do people meet every day?" She laughs, popping a grape into her mouth.

"You know, I'm also half Jewish." I admit, causing her to collapse with giggles and I just watch her try to control her laughter for a while, wondering if anyone else would find it that funny.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you." She says after a while, once she's regained her breath.

"Can I ask something?" I ask and she nods. "I thought you said glee was basically a loser club, yet you're the head cheerleader, most popular girl in school, how does that work?"

She chuckles slightly. "It's complicated but Santana, Brittany and I, or 'The Unholy Trinity' as some call us, have so much power that we make it work. Finn and a couple of the other football players are in the club too and they get a lot of crap from their teammates but at the end of the day, we all love it too much to care. Just don't expect anyone else to admit that, especially Santana."

"Brittany is the other blonde cheerleader?"

Quinn nods again. "Anyway, any idea what you want to sing?" She asks, brushing the crumbs from her hands and lap before reclining to lean back on her elbows, eyes never leaving mine.

"I'm not sure, I haven't really had time to think about it." I blush, embarrassed that my mind had basically been taken over by thoughts of her.

"Well what type of songs do you like to listen to?"

"All sorts, from Broadway to pop to indie."

"Indie?" She questions, an amused look on her face. "Like I said, one of a kind."

I feel myself turn an even brighter shade of red and have to look away from the blonde.

"What's your favourite musical?" She asks, filling the silence.

"Funny girl." I answer without missing a beat.

"Then start with something from that, if it doesn't work we'll try something else."

"Okay." I shrug, finding the backing track on my phone before standing up and taking a deep breath as the intro to 'Don't Rain On My Parade' starts up and I automatically jump into the song, losing myself in the music.

Once I've finished, I turn to find Quinn staring at me with a look of shock on her face, her lips parted slightly making her look unbelievably sexy.

"You… wow… you call that dabbling?" She finally says. "You're insanely talented."

I've heard this comment before, mainly from family members and the occasional vocal coach but it means so much more coming from the blonde.

"You also have a beautiful smile." She adds as I move to sit back down opposite her, causing me to realise I've got a grin plastered across my face, that only grows with the compliment.

"Don't think you're the only straight girl to compliment me." I tease, attempting to take the attention off myself.

"Careful new girl, you're making assumptions."

The confusion at her comment must show on my face as she smirks whilst standing up to leave.

She leans back down to whisper directly into my ear. "I never said I was straight."

With that she walks out, leaving me sat there, my mind once again, racing a mile a minute.

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