A/N: Introductory chapter for Unexpected Friend. Enjoy! :) This happened post 2x16, Original Song. And also in this story, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany didn't quit the Cheerios; they managed to find a way to stay in both the Glee club and the Cheerios. Also, Quinn and Santana are meaner in this fic.

Summary: Rachel Berry's tired of all the hate towards her. An unexpected person stands up for her and offers her friendship. Will Rachel accept it or will she turn this person's offer down? Come and find out.

Disclaimer: Glee's not mine.

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Chapter 1: Rachel Berry's Unexpected Friend

Rachel Berry was tired of it all. Tired of Glee Club, tired of feeling unloved, tired of all the insults, the bullying, the slushies, all those degrading nicknames from Santana and Quinn, tired of pretending she's okay when really she's dying inside… Basically, she was tired of everything.

Right now, she's at another glee club meeting and Mr. Schue was telling them about how great and amazing they were at Regionals and that they needed to up their game if they wanted to win Nationals. Rachel rolled her eyes, tuning him out as she decided to get lost in her thoughts and find out why everything was going wrong. She didn't realize that a certain ditzy blonde cheerleader was staring at her.

Just two days ago, they were crowned Regionals champs for the 2011 Midwest Regional Show Choir competition. All of the members of New Directions decided to celebrate at Breadstix and later have an after-party at Santana's casa at Lima Heights Adjacent.

Rachel went there a little late than expected as she had some errands to attend to. She knocked on the front door three times, expecting Santana to open it, but a couple seconds later, it wasn't Santana who opened the door for her. It was a 30-something woman who looks exactly like Santana and Rachel figured that she was probably Santana's mother.

Rachel introduced herself as Santana's classmate (since her and Santana aren't exactly friends), told her she was here for the Glee club after-party, and the woman nodded and introduced herself as Santana's mother, Maribel. Maribel moved over and she let her in. Rachel stepped inside, muttered her thanks, closed the door, and Santana's mother smiled and nodded. Reminding her that they were in the basement room, she mumbled another thank you and just like that, she was on her way.

She was almost there, five more steps to go, when she suddenly heard those voices. She stopped from going any further and proceeded to listen.

"Okay, can we all stop playing Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever and talk about the Jewish elephant that has yet to make her appearance?" Rachel heard Santana ask the group and she sighed.

'Here we go. Welcome aboard the We Hate Rachel Berry Express train.' The Jewish girl thought silently. She then heard a lot of yeah's from the group.

"Okay, since I'm the one that dislikes her the most, I'll go first. One, I only voted her for that Regionals MVP award because Brit forced me to, and two, I think Berry's a bitch. No let me rephrase. She's probably an even bigger bitch than me and Quinn combined. I mean, remember that comment she made that the only job I was going to have was working on a pole? Who does she think she is? A fortune teller or something? How could she say that to me? That was just hurtful, unacceptable, and she was totally way out of line. No me gusta." That was Santana again.

"Yeah, I agree. Rachel's a bitch. She brags about her talent to anyone who's willing to listen. She barks orders at almost everyone. She walks in that choir room like she owns the place and most of all, she drives me crazy." Rachel didn't expect that one to come out of Mercedes' mouth. Just when she thought they were actually getting along, here she is completely agreeing with Santana.

Rachel sighed again. Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, but she wasn't going to give in to that satisfaction.

"She has a huge beak, she's a blabbermouth like Santana said, she demands solos, she's a spotlight hogger, she thinks so highly of herself, and all she talks about is herself, Barbra, Broadway, New York, going to an NYC based performing arts college after high school, EGOT whatever that is… Ugh, need I say more? I don't know why I even supported her original song idea. That was really insane of me." Those hurtful words came from Quinn and it stung, it really did.

She was fighting back tears at that moment, but she couldn't coz she can't hold them in anymore. Her tears fell freely on her cheeks. She silently cried as she braced herself for a couple more verbal attacks.

"She once told me to go fuck myself if she heard another request or demand from me on having/wanting more chocolates and raisinets. What's her problem with sweets anyway?" Rachel was pretty sure that that one came from one Lauren Zizes.

"Rachel's a vegan," She heard Finn disclose.

"She flirted with me while Tina was also in the room." Mike shared to the group.

"Mike, Rachel was drunk. She couldn't help it. Well, we were all drunk that time." Tina said. "But so far, she hasn't done anything offensive or hurtful towards me and Mike."

"She hasn't done anything bad to me, either." Sam and Artie said in unison.

"Boring. Lame." Santana stated. "Anyways, the point is, we all just pretend to like her. We like her for her talent, but that's that. We don't want her friendship or anything else because she's not likeable enough. And also, I agree with Mr. Schue. Berry does have a terrible attitude. She's a lot of work, that midget. She's a pain in the ass."

Every word hit Rachel like a ton of bricks were dropped on her. She was full-on sobbing now, she hoped Mrs. Lopez won't come down and see her like this.

"That's not true. I kinda like her." That one came from Puck and Rachel smiled a little.

"Rachel's not all that. She's nice and sweet, and you all just fail in seeing that." Rachel was surprised to hear that from Brittany, of all people.

"I agree with Brittany. Rachel's a sweet girl and she's a nice person, too. When she isn't being her annoying self," Tina said.

"Rachel's just passionate about her craft. She's really dedicated and I admire that about her. And frankly, of all of us in New Directions, she's the brightest star." That one came from Finn and Rachel smiled, but it was quickly replaced with a frown as she heard a few groans from Santana, Mercedes, and Quinn.

"I like Rachel as a friend," Came from Sam, Artie, and Mike.

"She's not a bad person like you think she is. Rachel's stood up for all of us a lot of times, a lot of times I can't keep count. Sure, she's annoying sometimes, but she's a much better person than you four will ever be." Rachel heard Puck say and she's pretty sure he's talking about those four girls who are currently onboard the 'We Hate Rachel Berry' train.

"Guys, that's really mean. And are you guys serious? The six of you are defending her? Even you Brit?" Santana said harshly and Brittany had had enough of all the 'we hate Rachel Berry' talk.

"That's it! I've had enough of this! We need to stop this, or rather; you guys need to stop this. All this hating on Rachel has got to stop. She's a good person, she's a great friend if given the chance, she may be loud and annoying, but she's hilarious sometimes. And anyways, I thought this was a party celebrating our triumphant win at Regionals. Last time I checked, that's what it was, but now, it's the 'We Hate Rachel Berry party.' You all act like she doesn't have feelings, but she does, coz she's a person too. Just like us. Look, I may be dumb and all that, but I'm not stupid. I'm certainly not oblivious to other people's feelings. You guys all say that Glee club is a one big, dysfunctional family but from what I'm hearing, it sounds like some of you, and you know who you guys are, are voting Rachel off of our special family. That's just bullshit. God, what is wrong with you guys? Rachel's a part of our team, remember? Look at you people! You think you're all good persons with good intentions and everything? Well, look again, because all I'm seeing right now in front of me are monsters. Yes, monsters. That's what some of you guys have become." Brittany finished her rant and Rachel could hear her panting.

To say that Rachel was completely shocked would be an understatement. Never in a million years did she expect this from the usually ditzy blonde Cheerio, but the petite diva really appreciated her for it.

Rachel had had enough, she didn't want to hear anymore hate towards her, so she crept up the stairs slowly and silently, furiously wiping at her tear-stained cheeks. Without even saying a goodbye to Mrs. Lopez, she went out of the Lopez casa and drove home as fast as she could. She got home safe and sound that night.

She went up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her with a loud thud. Her daddies weren't home, oh who was she kidding? They were never home. Shelby didn't want anything to do with her, her dads were the same, and her so-called "friends" didn't want her either.

Rachel launched herself on her bed and cried herself to sleep that night. She didn't sleep well that night, she kept crying to herself. She was miserable and depressed. She wonders how and when she'll be okay again.

"Rachel? Are you okay?" Someone called out. Was that Mr. Schue? Rachel was unsure who asked her that question since she was still so lost in her thoughts.

"Rachie? Are you okay?" Brittany's voice brought her back to the present.

Rachel had her head in her hands, her whole body was shaking, and she was sobbing to herself, as all those awful memories came rushing back to her. Puck, Mike, Artie, Tina, Sam, Finn, Brittany, and Mr. Schue were the only ones looking at her with worry and sympathy in their eyes. Santana was filing her nails, Quinn was glaring at the petite brunette, and Lauren and Mercedes seemed like they weren't interested.

"Rachel, what's wrong?" Finn asked the weeping brunette but got no response.

"Oh of course, Berry wants everybody's attention directed to her. Of course, you attention seeker bitch," Santana piped up and Rachel bolted up from her seat and out of the room, whilst still sobbing. Santana's comment earned her glares from the people who's currently on team Rachel. The Latina shrugged and exchanged high-fives with Quinn.

"Great, Santana. You just offended her even more. Great, just damn great." Brittany snapped.

"Why in God's name are you even protecting her? This isn't like you, Britt. This isn't like you at all." Quinn snarled and Brittany glared at said blonde. "Why do you care? And for the record, people change. Deal with it, Quinn." Everyone looked at her, surprise etched on their faces, but Brittany didn't care.

"What's your angle, Brit? Why are you defending dwarf Diane Warren all of a sudden? I'm sure you have an ulterior motive as to why you're doing what you're doing." Santana said, angering Brittany even more. "Just shut up, Santana! Shut up! I've had enough of you and your damn rules!" Everyone's jaws dropped open.

The Latina's eyes widened. "Oh I'm sorry, did you just tell me to shut up? Last time I checked, I was the HBIC around here, so don't you go around telling me what to do!"

Brittany was shaking her head, very much disappointed and angry at Santana, her so-called BFF. "Whatever, Santana, and last time I checked, I wasn't one of your people that you could just order around because you wanted to. All of this is bullshit, and so are you." She paused.

"And quite frankly, I'm done. Consider me out of the Unholy Trinity, because I've had enough of all your crap. I repeat, I'm done." Brittany added.

Santana almost strangled her so-called best friend, but her ex-boyfriend Puck and her current beau Sam held her back.

After some of the tension died down, the ditzy blonde turned to the rest of her classmates. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go and find Rachel and see if she's okay."

"Mr. Schue? May I be excused?" She turned to the curly haired teacher.

"You may," Mr. Schue said and Brittany nodded and she walked out of the choir room without even casting a glance back at her classmates.

The blonde Cheerio checked the ladies' room and found nothing. She searched for her in the library, but Rachel wasn't there. She searched for her outside at the football field, on the bleachers, but still, no Rachel. She went back inside the school and was about to give up her little search party, when she heard someone singing, it was a girl and her voice sounded sad and dejected.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you?

She went into the auditorium and finally found Rachel. She was playing the piano to a very familiar song. It was a song by Simple Plan, Brittany knew now. Welcome to my Life was the title.

Brittany was confused. Yes, that was Rachel onstage but she seemed like a completely different person. Her voice sounded pretty sad and upset. Was it just Santana's comment earlier, or was it something more? Brittany was determined to find out why, even if that's the last thing she'll do.

The blonde Cheerio partially hid herself behind the seats and opted to listen to the broken brunette.

Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you screaming?

No you don't know what it's like
when nothing feels all right
you don't know what it's like to be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked, when your down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
while deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
when nothing feels all right
you don't know what it's like to be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked, when your down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Brittany can now understand how miserable and sad Rachel is feeling right now. The blonde cheerleader actually wanted to be friends with the petite diva for a long time now, but Santana's always there to prevent that from happening. But it's not going to happen anymore. Brittany's come to a decision to be friends with Rachel, even if Santana and Quinn's not gonna approve of that, they just have to deal with it.

No one ever lied straight to your face
and no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay

Everybody always getting what you wanted
you never had to work it was always there
you don't know what it's like, what it's like

'Whoa, Rachel sounded mad now.' Brittany thought silently to herself.

To be hurt, to feel lost
to be left out in the dark
to be kicked, when your down
To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like

To be hurt, to feel lost
to be left out in the dark
to be kicked, when your down
To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

Rachel stopped singing and Brittany didn't know how to react in that moment. Should she clap for the brunette or should she just stay quiet? She then heard Rachel humming a little to herself and her eyes were closed. Brittany didn't know what to do, so she just stared at her.

When Rachel opened her eyes and finally looked up, she saw the blonde hiding in one of the chairs. "Brittany, you know I can see you. You can come out now, it's just me. Come join me up here."

Brittany did as she was told and slowly crept up the stage where Rachel currently was.

"How… how long have you been in here? Have you been watching me the entire time?" Rachel asked her nonchalantly.

"I've been here long enough. I was searching for you outside when I heard someone singing, I figured it'd probably be you. And yes, I have been watching you the entire time." Brittany confessed. Rachel was looking at her female companion skeptically. "I knew I'd find you here," She added and Rachel nodded.

"Are you okay, Rachel?" Brittany asked. "Are you serious? Are you really even asking me that now?" Rachel retorted and laughed hoarsely.

"Right, sorry. Stupid question. Um, let me try again. How's your heart?"

"It's… a little bit broken, and it can't be fixed with just one band-aid, but it'll be fixed someday, sometime soon. Not sure when though."

"I'm sorry. Can I ask you another question?"

"Sure."

"Why didn't you show up at Santana's?"

"Actually, I was there. I was there but I didn't show myself to you guys."

"You were there? Why?"

"Yes I was there and I was about to go down there when I heard all those hurtful words. I heard everything, by the way."

"I'm so sorry. Rachel, I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong. I for one should be thanking you, though."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"I'm thanking you for… for standing up for me. I heard your speech; that was really sweet of you. You didn't have to do that, but thanks. I really appreciate it."

"Rachel, you're a good person. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Rachel just nodded at Brittany's statement.

"I want to be your friend, Rachel. I understand how lonely you are right now and I feel for you, but you're not alone. Just so you know, you've got a friend in me," Brittany told her and that was enough to make Rachel start up the waterworks again.

"W-why do they hate me so much? All I ever w-wanted was for them to accept me and be f-friends with me but I guess they don't want that now, huh? B-because all they see in me is a talented, self-obsessed d-diva/loser B-Broadway wannabe." Hearing Rachel say all those depressing stuff made Brittany envelop her in a friendly, comforting bear hug.

"Ssshh, Rachie, it's okay, you're okay, I've got you." She comforted, but the diva sobbed even harder than before. Brittany's heart broke for the weeping brunette. Rachel doesn't deserve all this hate. She definitely doesn't.

"I-I just realized h-how truly and u-utterly a-alone I am." Rachel stuttered and held on to Brittany tighter, like her life depended on it.

"No no, you're not alone Rachel. I'm here for you. And I know Tina, Finn, Artie, Puck, Sam, and Mike are there for you, either. And plus, there's also Kurt and Blaine Warbler, even though they're attending school at Dalton. We're Team Rachel, by the way." Brittany said and she felt Rachel chuckle against her chest.

"Rachel, listen to me, okay, as I'm only going to say this once." She feels Rachel nod. "They don't matter, okay? Those people who hate on you, Santana, Quinn, Mercedes, and Lauren? They don't matter. What matters is that you have friends who'll understand you and be there for you no matter what you're going through. And that's us. Team Rachel."

Rachel smiled her trademark Rachel Berry smile and Brittany wiped away her tears.

"Thank you, Brittany. Thank you for being here for me in times like this. It means so much to me and I really appreciate it. It means a lot to me that you care." The petite brunette said.

Brittany replied, with a smile, "You're welcome, Rachie." Rachel grinned at the nickname.

"I want to be your friend too, Brit. But I'm not expecting things to change around here. I don't want your reputation ruined because of me."

"What? No Rachel, I really do wanna be your friend. For real and I mean it. Screw what Santana thinks, I really don't care about her bullshit attitude and crap anymore."

"Thank you, Brittany. Just… thank you."

'This looks like the start of a wonderful, beautiful friendship. Sure, it might be unlikely, but I can live with that.' Rachel thought to herself, smiling, and gave Brittany another hug.

Rachel Berry does have friends, in spite of everything of that's happened. And Brittany Pierce was one of them. Tina, Sam, Puck, Artie, Mike, Finn, Kurt, and Blaine she did expect, but Brittany? She was the most unexpected of them all. Even though Rachel didn't expect her to be one of her friends, she didn't mind. She wouldn't have it any other way. She was thankful and grateful that Brittany and the others reached out to her. Who knows? Maybe she'll be okay after all.

A/N: Review? :) Thanks for reading! Hope you guys enjoyed! Tell me if I should continue this, your comments and feedback are always appreciated.