Something Missing

Chapter 1

*This is my first Faberry FanFic. I do not own the Universe so that means all rights to Glee belong to FOX. BOO!*

Quinn Fabray has made quite a name for herself, after Graduating McKinley High she packed her bags moved to California and attended CCA, after earning her BFA in Painting and MFA in Fine arts she took the art world by storm. Just two years after college her work was recognized and offers were made to open a gallery. Most of her work was focused on contemporary and abstract but lately she has gotten in to Abstract Photography. Now at the age of 28 Quinn was offered to open a gallery in New York, she was elated and nervous because she knew that The Rachel Barbara Berry was the star on Broadway. Over the years Quinn has loved Rachel from afar, attended all of her openings, followed her work and racheal was the muse in most of Quinn's work.

After parting ways, Quinn went through a period of self-discovery. In her second year of college she became romantically involved with her roommate, Amber. Amber helped Quinn very much in her art but the relationship could not withstand Quinn's obsession, Rachel. Quinn had notebooks upon notebooks of Rachel, of her eyes, of her smile, of her face. She was the face she always drew but could never claim. Quinn never understood that all of the horrible actions and gestures directed towards the little brunette were not out of anger but of deep feelings of denial.

Quinn's past was rocky, pregnant at sixteen, kicked out of her already broken home, giving up her child, being an outcast. A nobody. She had fallen from the pedestal her father Russell had her one. She smirked at the thought of what her bigoted father would say now that she was an outed lesbian. The moment she packed her bags to California, she knew she would never look back...

She stands in the white open space, directing where she wants her pieces to go. She finds herself thinking about Rachel, given that her newest piece was titled 'my golden star'

As night approaches, the gallery starts to fill with guests. Quinn groans inwardly, she really did hate gallery openings, especially ones that put her soul on display. She downs the fourth glass of champagne hoping that it will buzz her nerves given that she was about to kiss some major ass. The main purpose for these gallery openings is to sell. Sell. Sell. Sell. She needed to sell her prints in order to make a living and since she has gain such notoriety that she can sell a single piece and earn more than a few grand. Quinn takes a deep breath and works the room. She walks around taking compliments and asking people what they see in her work and when they ask her what is the real reason, she would simply State that 'art is subjective to all viewers' when standing in particular to one of her more fun pieces- it's a large canvas with tiles of slushies' stuffed with fruit, mostly berries. Quinn smiles at herself knowing that the two objects held a very important place in her heart. As the evening comes to a close her assistant walks up to her excitedly.

"We sold 4 of your pieces! I believe this calls for celebration!" Mark says to Quinn in a tight hug. Laughing out loud Quinn responds, "sure but you're paying."

"Honey, I'm your assistant and your best friend, you pay me so….BASICLLY you're paying!" he winces "anyway what would you like to do?"

"Well first I would like to know how much did I earn from tonight's sale?" Quinn asks sternly with a raised eyebrow

"I thought you would never ask, boss….it looks that you earned in total over thirty thousand!" Mark says hopping up and down

Quinn's eyes almost pops out of her head at the sound… "Mark, are you kidding me?"

"No Malady, your name has become pretty important and the people love your work…so now what do you want to do?"

"This is incredible, I feel like singing!"

"Well, I know where we can go but please do not sing sappy love songs this time; you get romantically sad when you drink!" Mark says wrapping his arms around Quinn's shoulder.

*Gershwin Theater*

The theater roared with cheers and rounds of applause, as the show concluded dropping the red curtain.

Rachel could never get enough of the pure bliss she feels as she walks away from the stage hearing the audience. She has been on Broadway for 6 years now. After winning 3 Tonys for her roles in RENT, Spring Awakening and Wicked, Rachel was closing out her season with her favorite musical, Wicked. She played Glenda for 3 years and as much as this was her dream she grown tired of the hectic life. After today's show she decided that she was going on hiatus. She had some projects lined up, some TV spots and a short indie film. After 10 years from graduating high school, Rachel has achieved all of her dreams, she attended Julliard, became the face of Broadway, she even met her idol Barbara Streisand! She has done it all for expect one thing, Love.

She was surrounded by her family, cast mates, friends and fans but she stilled ended up home alone in her Park Avenue Penthouse with no arms to lie in. She sat in her dressing room thinking about her life and she lets out a sigh. Her attention snaps back in to reality when someone knocks on the door.

"Hey, Rachel ready to go?" Jamie asks. Jamie was Rachel's old college roommate. They quickly befriended each other their first year in Julliard, over their love of Broadway, New York and over nerdiness. Jamie was casted as the as the wicked witch of the west. It was amazing to both Jamie and Rachel to share their dream together. "So Rach... everyone is ready."

"I'm just finishing up, Jamie. Which establishment did everyone decide on?"

"Since this is going to be the last time we sing together we all wanted to go to a Karaoke bar. We all know that you love to sing your ass off, so what better way to send you on your merry way berry?"

"That sounds like a most excellent idea! But please I can only retain about 12 ounces of alcohol; I have an early meeting tomorrow with my agent"

"Seriously Rachel? 12 ounces? This is your Farwell party, let's go out and celebrate!" Jamie screams as she pops the back of Rachel's head.

"Ouch! Must you always be so brash?"

"Come on, you know you like it!" she says alluringly "You need to get rid of that tension you have been holding on to for 2 years Rach!"

Rachel lets out a long sigh, Jamie was right. It has been two years since she had a serious relationship and even then there was no spark, no chemistry, no UMFH. Rachel prayed to find something more meaningful in her life but not knowing exactly what it was. She had an idea what she wanted, someone smart, creative, supportive of her career and over all Diva attitude, someone who wanted a family, someone, just someone who took her breath away. Rachel shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts.

"You are valiant in your pursuit. I agree with you. Let's enjoy this night!"

* Karaoke Shout*

The bar, well more like a lounge was spacious with open seating a full stock bar and mic and stage at the center of the Lounge. There was low lighting and candles all along a wraparound shelf close to the ceiling. Karaoke shout was one of Quinn's favorite places to go. It was mellow and pretty vacant but tonight it was pretty full. Quinn and Frank made their way to the bar. Knocking a couple shots back and settling on a couple of beers as they watch the tipsy to drunken people attempt to sing. Songs from classic rock, to show tunes to Top 40 were sang, some amazingly and others pretty atrocious. Quinn never mind though, music was still one of her outlets in life. As the buzz of the alcohol set in she swayed her body to the music.

"Awh, Quinn I know that face!" Frank says pointing at his boss. "You have berry on your mind! Seriously girl, like how long have you been in love with the girl? Um Like over a decade! You need to start taking risks in your love life like you do in your art, GO find the girl! Umm we are in her town you know?" Frank rambles to Quinn

Quinn rolls her eyes "Ok yes. I am thinking about Rachel and Yes, my feelings for the her have been active for quite some time now but NO, I will not look for her…I was horrible to her Frank. How can she love me? She hated me!"

Frank sighs and comforts the blonde. "Look that was years ago and you are a completely different person now. You are smart, talented, kind, generous, the bravest person I have ever known. Berry would be a fool not to see that!" Quinn lets out a small smile and shrugs. Marinating over her friends words, they were partly true. She has grown a great deal since her old HBIC days.

"That may be the case but I would never go looking for her. It's not meant to be. She graduated and packed her bags and never looked back. So I am going to just drink some more and wallow in my self pity, thank you very much!" Quinn says as she knocks her 6th shot of tequila. "I think I'm ready to sing now" her body's now filled with liquid courage.

"Oh please Quinn! Sing a happy song this time. I know that you are a Berryoholic, Umm hello it is presented in all of your art but when you sing you it's just so SAD! Ouch!" Frank's rant end abruptly when Quinn slaps him in the arm.

Little does Quinn and Rachel know that fate has finally stepped in and is now crossing paths that they both consciously and unconsciously avoided.

"Whoa! It's packed tonight!" Jamie shouts to the ceiling holding tightly to the little diva's hand, pushing their way to the far end of the bar. Jamie orders a line of shots. "Now Rachel, it is customary for the Broadway star to drink this line of shots under 2 minutes upon their Farwell to the stage!"

Rachel pulls Jamie closer and whispers in her ear "Jamie, I cannot consume 8 shots of what's this?"

"Tequila."

"Right of tequila under two minutes! Are you trying to kill me?" she says abruptly

"No, but I clearly recall that you said that you will only consume 12 ounces"

"Yes you are correct but not all at once!" Rachel panics

"Ah ha. But you did not clarify what alcohol you were going to consume. And I asked the bar tender to give me 12 ounces and here we are" Jamie motions with her hand the row of clear liquid

"I do not recall this custom at Beth's Farwell gathering?"

"That's because she was pregnant and I made it up!" "Oh come on Rachel, don't let me down! Remember we are having fun! Letting our hair down, kicking our boots off, clubbing the baby seals!"

"I do not appreciate your last comment on the clubbing of baby seals, I have you know that I am an active member of PETA and that comment is offensive to my bel…" Rachel was cut off when Jamie shoves a drink in her mouth.

"Less talking and more drinking! The time starts now!"

Rachel coughs at the burning liquid sliding down her throat. She thinks "what the hell" and grabs the second shot and knocks it back and she repeats the motion 6 more times. The alcohol was slowly kicking in.

"Jamie! Order me another drink, I am going to sing!"

"Atta girl. Please no sappy love songs! Last time you made everyone cry!" she turns to her friend but the brunette was gone.

Quinn and Frank were still at the bar talking about the day's amazing sale and the preparations for tomorrow's gallery event. Quinn's opening in New York was amazing but she needed to continue selling her pieces in order to maintain more 'east coast' notoriety as frank says. In the morning, she was off to an event at the MOMA. They wanted to add one of her pieces in their '30 new artists in the Past 30 years under 30' exhibit. She was honored to be added. Quinn sat there dazed in her thoughts when something snapped her back to reality.

A voice. A voice that sounded like angels. A voice she dreamed about over and over for years. A voice that was calling to her. And Quinn followed the voice.

I miss those blue eyes
How you kissed me at night
I miss the way we sleep
Like there's no sunrise
Like the taste of your smile
I miss the way we breathe

Quinn weaved her way through the crowd that was surrounding the source of heavenly joy.

But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in
And now I miss everything
About you
I can't believe I still want you
After all the things we've
Been through
I miss everything about you
Without you

Quinn finally reached the front and stops as her jaw to the ground. Mesmerized by who was in front of her. Rachel. Rachel Berry. A much older berry. She stood there in tight skinny jeans and black pumps, a leather jacket and scarf. She looked even more beautiful than she remembered. The moment she saw her Quinn's heart jumped with joy.

Rachel stood there pouring her heart out as she always does for every song. The lyrics to the song she sang a truth that was unknown to her. She missed someone but she didn't know who it was. She had her eyes closed as she was sing but she open to scans the crowd and her chocolate eyes fell on a pair of hazel staring back at her and at that moment she felt her world shift.

Quinn and Rachel were gazing at each other for what seem like hours….days…a silent conversation was being discussed. Hellos and I miss yous and I can't believe it's you were exchanged as the brunette sang and the blonde listened. Rachel moved off the stage when the song concluded and as she continuing to stare back at the blonde making her way over to Quinn. The blond moved on to the stage. Rachel stood there waiting to hear what the blonde had to say.

The music started and Quinn swayed side to side to the beat. She opened her mouth never moving her eyes away from Rachel.

I find shelter, in this way
Under cover, hide away
Can you hear, when I say?
I have never felt this way

Maybe I had said, something that was wrong
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on
Maybe I had said, something that was wrong
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on

Could I be, was I there?
It felt so crystal in the air
I still want to drown, whenever you leave
Please teach me gently, how to breathe

And I'll cross oceans, like never before
So you can feel the way I feel it too
And I'll mirror images back at you
So you can see the way I feel it too

Maybe I had said, something that was wrong
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on
Maybe I had said, something that was wrong
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on

Rachel's eyes were locked on to Quinn. She rakes over the blonde's body she was wearing a loose white tang top showing off her muscular arms that were also inked, tight black skinny jeans and a pair of combat boots. Quinn looked amazing to the brunette as she licked her lips. Rachel's body started moving side to side to the sound of Quinn's voice. Quinn notices the trance that the brunette was in which made her lick her lips. Rachel biting her bottom lip. The tension between the two was intoxicating. Rachel could not understand what was going on with her. She has never felt this pull for anyone. As Quinn ended her song she moved closer to the brunette but the brunette made her way back to the stage, using music to express what she was feeling.

I've waited a hundred years.
But I'd wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do.

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,
I would have known what I was living for all along.
What I've been living for.

Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line,
Every touch is a redefining phrase.

I surrender who I've been for who you are,
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours,
Well, I would have known what I've been living for all along.
What I've been living for.

Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
When I saw you, well, I knew we'd tell it well.
With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees

Quinn stood there in awe. Trying to figure out what was happening. Was it all the alcohol she was drinking? Was this all a dream? She was serenading Rachel and Rachel was serenating her. As tears were brought to Rachel's eyes, Quinn knew that what the diva was expressing was truth. She concluded and again made her way towards the blonde but the blonde not ready to speak; she made her way back to the stage. Quinn decided to make her last declaration. The music started again…

Stay with me, baby stay with me,
tonight don't leave me alone.
Walk with me, come and walk with me,
To the edge of all we've ever known.

I can see you there with the city lights,
Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes.
I can breathe you in.
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door,
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
As our heads leaned in.

Well, I'm not sure what this is gonna be,
But with my eyes closed all I see
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.
Hold my breath as you're moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly

And at that moment, Rachel wanted to fulfill the blonde's request. Her heart wanted to leave her body and hand it to Quinn. She wanted to wrap her arms around her thin body and never let go. She wanted to kiss Quinn like it was her salvation.

Don't run away...
And it's hard to love again,
When the only way it's been,
When the only love you know,
Just walked away...
If it's something that you want,
Darling you don't have to run,
You don't have to go ...

Just stay with me, baby stay with me….

Quinn sings her heart out to Rachel. She confesses all the years that she secretly loved her. All the passion she held for her. Her wants and needs for the petite brunette. As the song ended she moved off stage. Slowly walking to the mirage but as their hands touched, sending a shock coursing through the girl's bodies. They inch closer.

"Hi" Quinn says shyly.

"Hello" Rachel responds husky.

Eyes locks to each other's lips and they move closer. Quinn wraps her arms around Rachel's waste pulling her closer as Rachel slides her arms around Quinn's neck. Their lips ghost over each other and connect. Like an explosion. Every nerve. Every sensation connected the two. The kiss was slow and passionate. Quinn tried to pour all her love in to that kiss and Rachel drank it all up. The kiss became deeper and harder. Their bodies molded in to each other. Lips never tasted as sweet. Moans shared between the two lovers. The world faded around them. They finally broke apart to breathe. They slowly opened their eyes, resting their foreheads on each other. Panting. Everything made sense. Rachel felt what she was missing and Quinn's void was filled. Everything felt right. They were both knocked out of their bubble when their friend came to break them apart.

"OMG Quinn that's berry!" frank shouts tapping on his Boss' shoulder.

"Uh. Wow Rachel, I didn't even know you were in to girls? What was in that drink!" Jamie pulls at Rachel's arm.

But Quinn and Rachel do not break their gaze. They can't believe what just happened.

A/N: Ok so, this is an idea that came to me. It would be nice to know what you guys think. School is starting like tomorrow so updates will be sporadic but I will try my very best because I believe that Rachel and Quinn belong together! Oh and I will be updating this story and my other one 'A leap of Fae'. Thanks a million!

Songs used:

Never told you – Colbie Caillat

Shelter – The XX

Turning Page – Sleep at Last

Kiss me slowly - Parachute