We Trust Like Mirrors

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/Vampire Diaries. There will be vampires and mystical creatures, and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character. I apologize in advance for any grammar errors, my computer screen is completely busted and I am doing what I can! :)

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Bonnie/Damon, with some Stelena :) and probably Rebekoline down the line.

Rating: M

Chapter One

Welcome To Mystic Falls

"I wish to be a star, Rebekah. I wish to travel the world and see everything that it has to offer, I wish to be surrounded by people that admire me and look up to me, that want to be like me. That is not something that is possible for a woman during these times, but one day, one day that will change and I will be able to accomplish my dreams. Is it really so terrible that I want to live forever as my brothers can? As my lover can?"

Rebekah pursed her full lips and stared deep into large brown eyes that were full of longing and desperation. Rachel was one of the most determined women that she had ever met and she wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. 'Which is precisely why I cannot turn her…'

"Rachel, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity by your side. But, I cannot agree to this. What Katherine did to your brothers was unfortunate; they allowed their love to sway them into something that they did not want. I refuse to do the same to you."

"You are not swaying me. I want this." She insisted, taking a step toward the blonde British vampire and placing a hand against her chest, staring directly into her eyes. "I need this."

"Perhaps you should ask your brothers. I do not want to be the one to take away your humanity, love."

Rachel knit her brows together and let out a puff of air. She was growing frustrated with the situation. She simply wanted to become a vampire like the rest of the people that she loved. No one wanted to be the one left out in the cold. They would all stay young and beautiful and she would die. That did not seem fair.

"You know that they refused to change me."

"With good reason." Rebekah insisted.

"I am baffled by your need to incessantly inform me that my living for eternity with you is a bad idea. Is it that you do not wish to spend that time with me? Do you not wish to love me forever?"

Rachel always used so many words to say something. It was endearing, sometimes agitating, but usually just endearing.

Rebekah reached up and traced her fingers along the other woman's cheek, watching as the blood rose beneath tan skin at the touch. It amazed her that even after so long she could still make the starlet blush. "I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my long life by your side, sweets. You mean everything to me. But, that is why I do not wish to ruin your life. If I could live a human life I would." Her blue eyes shimmered with sorrow. "I wanted a family, I wanted it all."

"I just want to be with you and my brothers forever."

"Rachel—"

"—Please." She spoke softly under her breath, reaching up and taking Rebekah's hand in her own and forcing her fingers to trace along her neck, applying pressure to her pulse point. Rachel watched as veins rose beneath the blonde Brit's eyes and she smiled proudly.

And when blood filled Rebekah's eyes and fangs extended from her gums, Rachel knew that she was going to get what she wanted.

Rachel was going to live forever with the ones that she loved.'

Then again, if Rachel had known that two hundred years later she would be living in Mystic Falls because her brothers were obsessed with a girl who looked just like Katherine, she probably would have chosen to die. She was not living out her dreams; there was no place to showcase her talents in the small town. No place aside from the High School glee club she had organized upon arriving.

Her brothers were practically stalking a girl in her class named Elena Gilbert. Stefan because he thought that he loved her and Damon because he wanted what Stefan wanted.

And she was just living out her life and attending High School like she wasn't centuries old.

Some days it got extremely frustrating. Especially since, despite being an immortal being, she was still looked down upon and made fun of at school. The cheerleaders called her names and made fun of her because she was not the prettiest girl at school and she was in glee club. People laughed at her attire, pushed her around, and often threw ice cold slushies at her. At times it made her want to just lunge forward and rip out their throats.

But, Rachel did not believe in harming innocent people.

She did not want to be a vampire in order to kill. She had wanted it to be with Rebekah, who was no longer in her life, and to be famous which was not working out for her either.

"See you kiddos later." Damon said from the couch of their mansion. "Have fun reliving your high school years for the 'billionth' time." His voice was saturated in sarcasm and annoyance. He did not understand why both his little sister and little brother were constantly going back to school and trying to impress humans. They were monsters and they were supposed to kill people.

They both ignored him and headed toward the school. It was best to just ignore Damon most of the time. If you took what he said to heart then you would always be offended.

Rachel clenched her books tightly against her chest as she walked the halls of the high school. She was wearing one of her favorite argyle sweaters, a skirt, high socks, and a red headband, and she was terrified that someone was going to slushie her and destroy her outfit. Honestly, she was scared that if people continued to ridicule her she would snap and slaughter them all. Every day it felt like she was getting closer and closer to just taking Damon's advice.

'You know how to deal with bullies Rachel?'

'You're a vampire. Just kill em. Problem solved.'

The words replayed over and over in her mind every time that someone hurt her feelings or made her feel like she was less than she was. At times she thought about compelling them and forcing them to all admire and love her, but that would defeat everything that she was working toward. She wanted to earn their respect and admiration, not force them to care about her.

Over the centuries that she had been alive, she had made a name for herself multiple times. Whether that be in Hollywood or in the military. But, she always had to fake her death and start over. Now she was once again starting fresh and this time her goal was Broadway. She planned to go through school and earn the respect and recognition for her voice and then head off to Broadway.

Both of her brothers thought that her dreams were ridiculous.

Then again they chose to waste their time fighting over the same women for centuries, so her dreams didn't seem that crazy in comparison.

"Hey." Bonnie Bennett said as she walked toward her. Rachel glanced up at her and offered her a wide smile. The two of them had hit it off immediately.

"Hello Bonnie, how are you doing this lovely morning?"

She laughed and gripped the strap of her bag that hung over her shoulder. She would never get used to the way that Rachel spoke. "I'm doing okay. How are you doing?"

The diva held her chin up high as she explained with confidence, "I am doing quite well today. Over the weekend I devised a plan in order to recruit more people into the New Directions. Of course, their only purpose will be to sway in the background whilst I sing all of the solos, but regardless, Mr. Schue said that we need twelve members in order to compete and I plan to find them. Are you still refusing to join?"

Bonnie looked over at Rachel, catching brown eyes with green. "As fun as it sounds to stand behind you and sway, I think I'm still gonna pass."

Rachel let out a sigh of frustration causing her bangs to fly up. "Fine. But, if you were to join I would share the stage with you, Bonnie. You actually are quite a good singer despite being occasionally sharp."

Sometimes her compliments were more like insults, but Bonnie had grown to love them. "Thanks." She stated sarcastically.

"You are most welcome." The sarcasm flew over her head as usual. "If you were to join I would offer up some of the time that I have between dance rehearsal and singing practice in order to help you overcome those sharp notes."

Rachel said it like that was more incentive to join. When in actuality it was less.

"I'll think about it." Bonnie didn't want to join. Even if Rachel thought that she was the best singer in the world, she would never want to sing on stage in front of everyone. The thought terrified her.

"Oh my god, Rachel!" Caroline exclaimed as she walked toward the two of them. She had sort of become a friend of hers, but she wouldn't say she was a very good friend. She was rather shallow and self-centered which clashed with Rachel's personality. "How on earth is your brother so freaking cute when you are so…" She eyed her and then smiled. "No offence."

"Your attempt to make that not sound offensive by adding the words 'no offence' to the end has failed, Caroline."

The blonde offered her a sheepish smile and Rachel couldn't help but smile back. Caroline reminded her a lot of Rebekah, in both appearance and attitude, and it made her instantly endeared by her. 'Even if she is extremely rude.'

"Okay, I'm sorry! But, you know what I mean! He is just so fine!" She was staring over Rachel's shoulder at Stefan with longing eyes. It had been obvious from day one that she had a crush on him. Suddenly an idea came to her and she reached out and gripped onto Rachel's arm stopping her from walking. "I just thought of a great idea!"

"And what might that be?" The starlet sounded frustrated. She knew that the other woman's idea was going to be only beneficial for her.

"All of the cheerleaders are having a party over at Quinn's house tonight, her parents are off on one of their crazy religious retreats, and you all should totally come along!"

It almost seemed like a genuine and nice offer until Caroline added, "And of course, you should invite your brother too."

"Thank you for making your true motives clear, and whilst I would love nothing more than to indulge in childish games and parties I have to work on my newest Myspace video this evening and make certain to get a full eight hours of beauty sleep—"

"—What the hell do you think you are doing inviting 'them' to the party at my house, Caroline?" A raspy voice asked from behind all of them, and they all quickly turned and stared at the woman that the voice belonged to. They all had recognized it right away and their eyes went wide.

The voice belonged to Quinn Fabray, the captain of the cheerleading squad and the girl who was in charge of all the school. She was the one who constantly ordered people to slushie Rachel; she was the one who constantly made her life a living Hell.

"I just thought that maybe it would be nice to invite them—"

"—I don't want them there." Quinn took a step toward Rachel and stared her down, hazel eyes glaring into brown. The diva felt a blush trace along her skin and she hated herself for it. Their close proximity shouldn't have caused anything like that, but even she could not deny that Quinn Fabray was absolutely gorgeous. And even while she was looking at her like she wanted to maul her, she still felt her body react.

Suddenly the head cheerleader glanced over at Bonnie and smiled. "Actually I don't mind if you come Bonnie, and Stefan can come too." She looked back at Rachel and smiled angrily. "I just don't want man-hands here at the party."

None of them truly understood where Quinn's hostility toward Rachel had come from. She was always rude to the less popular, and she tended to call people names, but ever since the petite brunette had shown up at the school all of her attentions and anger had been directed at her. It did not make much sense to any of them.

It didn't even really make sense to Quinn.

"Oh come on babe, let the new girl come." Tyler Lockwood said, walking up to the group of girls and wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. She instantly turned and glared up at him.

"I don't want her to come."

"What will it hurt?" He asked, offering her an encouraging smile.

Quinn chewed on her cheeks, clenching and unclenching her fists as she thought it over. It shouldn't bother her so much if Rachel went to her party. They wouldn't have to spend time together or see each other. 'But that isn't true… Every time she is around all you notice is her…'

"Fine. She can come."

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Rachel, Stefan, Bonnie, and Caroline were all standing out in Quinn's front yard with cups of alcohol in their hands. Hundreds of people were moving in and out of the house and so far everything seemed to be going fine. Quinn was keeping her distance and spending time with Tyler. And aside from a few angry glares she had not done anything to hurt any of them.

Caroline was drunk and practically throwing herself at Stefan, who had only come to the party for one reason. And it wasn't the blonde. It was Elena.

She was one of the cheerleaders and he had asked if she would be there. When Rachel told him yes, he had told her he would attend. Currently his eyes were fixated on the beautiful young woman and it looked like he was waiting for the perfect moment to make his move.

Bonnie was wearing a sympathetic smile on her face as she watched Caroline cling onto Stefan's shirt and tell him how sexy he was. She felt second-hand embarrassment for her, but she also felt sorry for her. It was like the blonde was always throwing herself at men and no one ever gave her the time of day. Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she spotted someone across the street standing beside one of the trees, hidden in the shadows.

He was wearing a leather jacket and all black, and his hair was wild and unruly. He had a half smirk on his lips and his blue eyes were shimmering in the moonlight. He was one of the most attractive men that she had ever seen.

The mysterious man's smirk widened and he lifted a hand to wave at her.

"Who's that?" Bonnie asked with hesitation in her voice. There was something about him that didn't seem right. Why was he just standing there? Why did he make her feel so anxious? She had a way of telling if people were good or bad, and he screamed bad.

Stefan was scowling as he stared over at Damon. The two of them had not been on good terms for hundreds of years. He hated him.

Rachel finally spoke. "That's our older brother, Damon."

"What's he doing here?" Bonnie wondered. 'I have a really bad feeling about him…'

"He probably just came to hassle us." Stefan stated angrily. He knew why Damon had shown up. He had shown up in order to ruin his night and have a chance to get closer to Elena. "I'll go and talk to him." With that he started across the street toward his older brother.

Bonnie and Caroline exchanged confused looks. Both of them thinking the same thing.

'Something strange is going on with the Salvatore family…'

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Author's Note:

I want to thank all of you for reading this! I really hope that y'all enjoyed the first chapter of the fic and I would love to hear what you think and know if y'all want me to add the next chapter! What do you guys want to see happen!? This will primarily focus around Faberry and Bamon but there will be other pairings as well. :) And it will take a few chapters to actually get into their romances! Please do tell me what y'all think!

I love you all so much!

-Tracy Cook