A/N: So, this is the idea that has been haunting me and pretty much keeping me from writing the next chapter of LOA. It is mostly AU with some ideas used from the actual storyline. This one will be more hurt/comfort/angst than any other story I've written, so be aware. Oh, and there is also quite a lot of badboy Finn. I apologize for any errors and I hope that you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee!

Considering that she had been in Los Angeles for only six hours, waiting in line for a nightclub seemed to be the last thing that Quinn had had in mind. Yet here she was, standing in an uncomfortable pair of high heels and wearing a black cocktail dress, three people away from the entrance. Though the situation didn't appear to be too bad, she would much rather be at her still unpacked apartment, sleeping. Her eyes drifted to the side, where her so-called "best friend" was touching up her make-up. She glared at the Latina and impatiently waited for a response. Eventually, she was forced to clear her throat. Loudly.

"Yes?" Santana inquired, glancing away from the tiny mirror in annoyance.

The blonde continued to glare at her friend until she finally gave in and sighed. "Why did we have to come to a club tonight? Our apartment is still in need of being unpacked. Oh, and incase you forgot, we just got here! Aren't you tired at all?"

"Okay, first of all, we are clubbing," Santana corrected, rolling her eyes. "Secondly, we have plenty of time to decorate our new sanctuary. There's no need to panic. Finally, no, I'm not tired. It takes more than a six hour flight to tire me out. You should know that after being my roommate for four years."

"Trust me, I know. Come to think of it, most of the boys in our graduating class probably do, too."

Santana laughed lightly before offering a nonchalant shrug. Her eyes flickered back to the mirror as she stated, "It's all about the teasing, not about the pleasing."

"Right because you totally didn't please over half the football, basketball, and baseball players in just the past two years alone," Quinn retorted, a teasing smile on her face.

The two girls shared a knowing look before they both busted up laughing.

Deeming herself as perfect and controlling her laughter, Santana tossed the mirror into her red clutch purse – one that matched her knee-length dress perfectly – and sent Quinn a good-humored glare, muttering a quiet profanity of, "Bitch." She then stepped to the front of the line.

"How many?" the bouncer asked, not-so-discreetly checking out both girls.

"Two," Santana replied sweetly, a flirtatious smile gracing her glossy red lips, which seemed to be illuminated by the giant sign displaying the club name, Pulse. She really loved attention.

A few seconds passed, ones in which Quinn was trying very hard not to allow her repulsion to show, before the middle-aged man gave a grunt and unclipped the red velvet rope, ushering them inside.

"By the end of tonight, I'm pretty sure that I will hate you," Quinn whispered into the Latina's ear just as they entered the door of the club. She wasn't sure whether or not her message was heard because the music was practically deafening inside the large room. Everywhere she looked people were dancing, socializing, or drinking, but not in the messy college-party sort of way. It was almost as if people were acting sophisticated… and then she caught sight of a few couples grinding in the middle of the dance floor. Okay, so maybe they weren't sophisticated. Nope, it was just another party with the exception of expensive drinks and better dressed adults. Fun.

"I'll meet up with you later, 'kay?" Santana yelled, her eyes already darting in all directions as a devious smirk slowly appeared on her face. She didn't wait for an answer before she disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"Yeah, of course," Quinn muttered dryly. Looking around only increased her desire to be back at the apartment. It wasn't like she was the one who wanted to come to the club, anyway. If Santana hadn't threatened to kick her ass, she really would have stayed in bed. However, she knew her best friend well enough to know when she wasn't joking… most of the time. Why take the risk, right?

Exhaling slowly, she began to make her trek toward the bar, curiously looking around as she went. One of the first things that she noticed was how… attractive people were. This most definitely wasn't like the parties back at Yale.

From the very second they landed at LAX, Quinn could tell that her new home was far more different than New Haven. Living in Los Angeles had been her dream ever since she was a little girl. After majoring in the fine arts for four long years and graduating only days earlier, she and Santana decided to take a risk and move to the large city in pursuit of becoming actresses. Basically it was a pipe dream, but, back in their tiny dorm, they swore to give it their all. Where 'clubbing' came into their big plan, she had no idea.

As soon as she took a seat on the bar stool, a handsome young bartender appeared in front of her, dazzling smile working in full force. He winked at her as he asked, "What can I get you, pretty lady?"

"Just a water please," she responded politely. Over the years, she had been hit on more than a couple of times. Well, ever since high school, really. By now she was used to it, but that didn't mean she liked it.

The young man's smile faltered slightly. "That all?" Receiving a nod from her, he turned around and grabbed a glass.

'I'm going to kill her,' Quinn noted as she sighed loudly, although it was easily drained out by the music. The volume and chatter was so loud that she couldn't even hear the lyrics to the song, only the heavy backbeat. Clubs just weren't her thing. After tonight, she was definitely going to have a conversation with Santana about their after hour activities. Actually… just their shared after hour activities.

Just then, a man with short brown hair took a seat next to her. He wore a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of dark jeans. Based on his choice of clothing, she had the feeling that he was one of those 'bad' boys. The thought caused her to laugh internally, though she knew that this guy was most likely Santana's ideal type of… partner. Just when she was contemplating on whether or not to tell the Latina, he looked over at her. Initially, her first thought was that she knew him… but that was impossible. There was no way that she could know someone from here, because she didn't… she couldn't.

Some sort of confused look briefly crossed his features before it was gone and a confident smirk took its place.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked in voice coated with honey. And yet, somehow, it was familiar.

"N-no, I'm okay," she replied. A glass of water was placed in front of her as soon as the words left her mouth. Unknown to her, the bartender was watching her, hoping to gain her attention once more. However, her new companion happened to notice this.

"Gin and tonic," said the stranger as his eyes momentarily peeled away from Quinn to give the man a hard look.

The two men shared a glare before the bartender turned and walked a little farther down the bar.

"So," began the man as he eagerly turned his attention back to the blonde. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing sitting all alone?"

'Smooth.'

"Just came here with a friend." As she talked, her eyes were trained on his face. God, she definitely knew him from somewhere.

He raised an eyebrow and she could have sworn that it was one of the hottest things she'd ever seen. "Does that mean you're leaving with that same friend?"

She tried to hide her smile by taking a small sip of her water. "Is that seriously your best attempt at seducing me?"

"What?" he exclaimed, eyes widening. "Why would you think that?"

"Pretty lame," she continued in a bored tone. 'His eyes are so… wow.'

The man examined her before shaking his head. "If I wanted to sleep with you, don't you think I'd ask something like, 'do you want to have sex with me?'?"

Against her will, a trill of a giggle escaped her lips. "So you don't want to sleep with me?"

"I never said that," he quickly retorted. She could've sworn that he flushed a little when he looked away to swipe a hand through his jelled hair.

Looking annoyed, the bartender slammed the drink in front of the stranger and departed without casting a single glance behind him.

"Great service," the man uttered sarcastically before downing the drink.

"What's your name?" Quinn blurted, her cheeks immediately turning a light pink afterwards. She had never been this forward before, but… call her crazy, but she had to have met him before.

He ran his tongue over his lips before setting the glass down and tilting his head to look at her. That cocky smirk was back on his face as he said, "Figures that you'd want to know. After all, you could very well be screaming it tonight."

And to think that he almost had a chance. Instantly, disgust washed through her. She rolled her eyes before digging through her purse, slapping a five on the counter, and standing up. There was no way in hell that she was associated with a pig.

"Whoa, hey, wait!" the man called, grabbing her wrist when he was a few steps behind her.

"Let go of me," Quinn hissed in annoyance. 'Why are guys so persistent? Especially in a place like this! There are practically hundreds of other 'hot' girls for them to prey on! Uhg, damn-'

"My name is Finn, okay?"

That caused her to freeze. Finn…. Yeah, she knew him, alright. Honestly, how could she ever forget?

Seconds later, she slowly turned around and faced him.

"Finn Hudson?" she swallowed. That name hadn't popped into her mind since…

"Yeah," he answered slowly, a weird look taking over his features. Quickly, he released her arm. "Why? Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Yes." Her vague response was so quiet that she didn't know if he could even hear her. When he gave her a puzzled look, she felt a stab in her chest. Despite the music, her voice rang out loud and clear as she stated, "I'm Quinn Fabray."

It was kind of amusing to see the look that appeared on Finn's face. There were so many emotions: shock, surprise, disbelief, sadness, horror. She wasn't sure why that last one was there, but, then again, how could she know? She hadn't seen or heard from him in seven years. Things changed, but people clearly seemed to change even more.

There was no denying the fact that she couldn't even recognize the man standing in front of her. He certainly didn't look like her former best friend… or, to be more specific, her former boyfriend.

One more thing, I'll most likely be making up locations for this story. Anyway, I hope you find it interesting so far!

UPDATE:I PROMISE that the next update will be for LOA. I may even do a double update for that and ASA. It all depends on how much time I have to write. Oh, and Need You Now was a one-shot, but if you want me to continue that, I might. However, I wasn't planning on it. If anything, I'll make a story revolving around that storyline after I finish one of my 3 current works in progress.

Reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading!