Title: The Story of Us

Pairing: Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in here.

Summary: AU. She couldn't remember a time when she didn't have her best friends around. And that is because they were always there. Years together of laughter, tears, secrets, fights and love. It was great story. Their story. Faberry, side Brittana.

A/N: Lucy Caboosey never happened. Russell and Judy Fabray are OOC.

Please, have in mind that English is not my first language when you read this. If it's too bad, just tell me and I'll try to make it better next time. This idea has been in my mind for quite some time now and I just wanted to put it out there. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 ― Elementary School

Quinn looked one more time at the colorful door and took a step back. She didn't want to go in there, no matter what her big sister told her.

"Come on, Quinn," Frannie said and pushed her little sister in the school's direction. "It'll be fun! You'll make a lot of friends."

The smaller girl shook her head. "I don't want to go in there, Frannie. I want to go home!"

Frannie sighed and grabbed her little sister by her hands. Quinn looked adorable in her blue dress, with her long golden locks and big hazel eyes. And, of course, her gigantic pout. Bringing her closer, Frannie looked directly into her eyes and smiled.

"Hey, you trust me, right?"

The little nodded. "Yeah, Fran."

"Good. So, right now, I'm telling you this: you are going to love this school." She pulled her closer and hugged her little sister, felling Quinn press her face against her shoulder. "Trust me, okay?"

"But… what if they don't like me?"

Frannie snorted. "Please, Quinn. They'll love you."

"How do you know?" she mumbled against her older sister shoulder.

"Because it's impossible not to," Frannie answered and pulled back so she could look her sister in the eyes. "I love you, baby. Mom and Dad love you, too. And all of your friends will love you, too. You'll see."

Nodding once more, the small girl let go of her sister's hands and took a step back. "Okay, I'll go," she said and Frannie beamed. "You'll be here, right? Later. To take me home."

"Of course I'll be here."

Quinn let her sister put her bright yellow backpack on her shoulders and went for a last hug, squeezing her and breathing her sweet perfume. Frannie made her feel safe, always had, and she didn't want to let go. Never.

"Quinn?"

"Do I really have to go?" she whined.

Frannie rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Yeah, sis. You really do."

"'Kay." Letting go, she took a step back and went in the colorful door direction. There was a blonde woman there, letting other kids in the school. Turning around, she waved. "Bye, Fran."

"I'll see you later, baby." She waved back.

Frannie watched her little sister walk inside the school and smiled. Quinn would be fine. When she couldn't see her blonde head anymore, she turned around and started walking away. She had to go to school, too, after all.

Quinn entered the room and frowned. There were kids everywhere. And they were weird. There was this kid that was just too big to be there, he almost didn't fit in the small chairs where they were supposed to sit. And the boy beside him had the most ridiculous hair she had ever seem in her young life. Was that even considered a haircut?

"Hi, kids!" A blonde woman that had a gigantic smile on her face entered the room after her. "My name is Holly Holiday and I'm going to be your teacher this year! How cool is that?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the woman. She was wearing a white blouse with a big smiling face in the front. And she was still smiling, too. It was like they were competing.

Noticing the small blonde standing in the front of the class, she went to kneel in front of her. "Well, hello there! What's your name, little girl?"

Her smile really was scary. "Quinn."

"Hello, Quinn. Nice to meet you. Why don't you go sit beside that lovely boy with the awesome hair? He seems like a nice guy, uh?"

Nodding, she went to sit in the small chair beside the boy with the weird haircut. He grinned at her when she sat.

"Hey, I'm Puck."

"I'm Quinn," she said and frowned one more time. "What happened to your hair?"

The boy shrugged. "It's a Mohawk. Do you like it?"

"No."

"Okay, kids. Let's have some fun!" Holly yelled.

They were all running around the small park and yelling like a bunch of crazy monkeys. Quinn went to sit on the grass with the sandwich her mother had put in her bag that morning. Puck and Finn ― that was the name of the giant ― were pushing each other around not so far and she was so distracted looking that she didn't notice the girl sitting beside her.

"Hi!"

She jumped and yelled, almost letting her sandwich fall. Turning, she found another blonde girl with bright blue eyes sitting there, smiling.

"Hi," Quinn said and moved a little away. The blonde was just too close.

"Brittany, don't scare the girl!"

A small brunette stopped behind the other blonde and Quinn felt her mouth opening. The girl was so small and pretty and she had the biggest brown eyes she had ever seen. When those big eyes turned to her, the blonde blushed.

"Sorry about Brittany, she just wanted to say hi to you," the small brunette said and smiled. "I'm Rachel."

"It's okay." Quinn looked down because she could fell her cheeks going red one more time. Rachel had a beautiful smile, too. "I'm Quinn."

Brittany grinned. "You have a beautiful name, Quinn. I like it. I don't like that other woman's name, though. It's just confusing. I mean, Holly Holiday? Hey, Rach, can I call her Holly Christmas?"

Rachel frowned. "Not really, Britt…"

"Oh." The blonde pouted. "Why?"

"Because that's not her name."

"But Christmas is a Holiday, right? And her name is Holly Holiday. So, it's, like, the same thing. Holly Holiday, Holly Christmas… Wait, isn't Christmas a Holiday? I always thought it was! No, wait, what's a Holiday?" Brittany frowned. "I'm just confused now."

The brunette kneeled beside the frowning blonde and patted her blonde head. "It's okay, Brittany. It is really confusing. And a Holiday is a day― Oh, my God! Santana, let go of Finn's hair right this moment!"

The other two blondes turned their head to see another brunette pulling the hair of the now crying giant with both hands, screaming things that they could not understand. Finn looked terrified.

The small Latina let go, but not before kicking the boy where she knew would hurt the most. Finn fell on the floor, crying and screaming. "Listen here, Hudson. You touch my ass one more time and I will kill you, idiot!"

"But I never―"

"Shut up!"

Rachel watched the other brunette make her way toward them with an annoyed face, her little arms crossed over her chest.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, Berry." The small Latina rolled her eyes. "He asked for that."

"Did he touch your ass, San?" Brittany asked.

The Latina shrugged. "Not really."

"Then why would you hit him?" Rachel looked horrified.

"I just don't like the stupid giant," she answered. "And I felt like hitting him."

Noticing the silent blonde still sitting on the grass with her untouched sandwich in hands, Santana frowned.

"And who are you, blondie?"

"She is Quinn!" Brittany exclaimed and beamed. "Look at her, San, she is just like my new Barbie."

Santana snickered. "Totally."

Quinn was not amused.

"I don't look like a Barbie!"

"You kind of do, Quinn," Rachel said with her beautiful smile. "It's cute, actually."

And, just like that, Quinn was blushing mess all over again.

She had no idea at the time, but, years later, she would look back at this exactly moment and smile, because that was one of the most important moments of her life. That day, Quinn met three of the most important people of her life.

She met the most important person of her life.

It was a very special moment. Weird, but still special.

"What about Holly Easter? Can I call her that?"

"Oh, Brittany…"

Weird, indeed.

Frannie waited with all the other parents outside the school, looking for her small sister's blonde head. When she finally saw her exiting the school, a big smile formed in her face because Quinn was walking beside three other small girls, laughing. She so knew that Quinn would have no problem.

"Hey, Fran!"

"Hi, kids," Frannie said and smiled at all of them. "How was your first day?"

The blonde girl with blue eyes looked at her with her mouth opened, her bright eyes shining in awe. "San, look." She shook one of the sleeves of the little Latina brunette one. "She looks like my Barbie, too. But even bigger. Isn't that awesome?"

Frannie was stunned. "Hmmm, thanks?"

"Sure, Britt," the Latina said. Turning to the older girl, she scowled. "Who are you?"

"I'm Quinn's big sister," she answered.

Santana nodded. "Whatever."

The other brunette of the group huffed. "Santana Maria Lopez, do not be rude!"

"Rachel Barbra Berry, do not call me that!" Santana mocked.

Quinn looked between the two brunettes that were now discussing rather loudly and then looked at her sister, who was also observing the other girls with an amused smile on her face.

Brittany took a step forward and poked Frannie, grabbing her attention.

"Does your mother look like a Barbie, too?"

Frannie nodded. "I think so, yeah."

"Awesome!" She grinned and, surprising the other girl, hugged her. "I'm Brittany."

"Nice to meet you, Brittany. I'm Frannie," she said to the innocent blonde girl.

"You have a beautiful name. Quinn has, too. But our teacher doesn't. Hers is just confusing." The blonde stepped back and shrugged.

By now, the other brunettes had stopped arguing and were just glaring at each other. Huffing, the smaller one turned to her and gave her the brightest smile Frannie had ever seen. Now, that little girl was just adorable. She was so small Frannie wanted to pick her up and put her in her pocket.

"I'm Rachel," she said and, like Brittany, stepped forward to hug her. She was so small that her head barely reached the older girl's waist. "Sorry about Santana, it's impossible for her to be polite."

The Latina rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Tiny."

Stepping back, Rachel went to stand beside her little sister. Quinn blushed and looked away when the girl smiled at her. Now, that was something interesting.

Smirking, Frannie turned to the last one of the small group.

Santana scoffed. "I'm not hugging you, bitch."

Rachel gasped. "Santana!"

"What?"

"I'm so telling your mother that you said that!"

"You wouldn't dare, Berry."

"Oh, try me."

And, just like that, they were fighting all over again.

Frannie shook her head. Those girls were something else. Looking at her baby sister, she found Quinn beaming, proud of her crazy friends.

"Ready to go home, sis?" she asked.

"Yeah."

Quinn almost fell when Brittany hugged her. "Bye, Quinn!" Then the blonde threw herself against the older girl, hugging one of her legs. "Bye, Frannie!"

Chuckling, she patted Brittany's blonde head. "Bye, Brittany."

Rachel turned around, ignoring the Latina who was in the middle of her argument and hugged Quinn, too. Oh, her little sister was a blushing mess. "It was really nice to meet you, Quinn, and I'll see you tomorrow. You, too, Frannie. I wish you both a lovely day."

Frannie was impressed.

"Thanks, Rachel," she said. "Hmmm, bye, Santana."

"Adiós, Barbies."

Rachel beamed. "Oh, look who is there! Hello, Mrs. Lopez. I have so many things to talk to you about Santana!" she said and went after who apparently was Santana's mother.

The small Latina looked petrified. "Tiny, don't you dare!" And then she took off after the small brunette. Brittany just shrugged and waved at the two sisters before following her friends.

Taking one of her hands, Frannie looked over her baby sister, seeing her permanent big smile.

"I told you, Quinn."

The smaller blonde nodded, her hazel eyes shining like she had never seen before. "I really loved it, Fran. I can't wait for tomorrow."

Looking back at the school, Frannie spotted the other three girls and smiled when she saw Santana scowling, Rachel beaming and Brittany frowning. When she waved, all of them, even Santana, waved back.

She had a good feeling about those girls. She really did.