AN: Hi everyone! Firstly this is an idea that I had for one of my other Fics – Loves Desperate Secret. I had originally planned for that to be a massive long story, but I'm hopeless at writing epic's so... I've decided to take key events from that story and do them as little Mini fics! This is set when Rachel & Quinn are about 27 / 28yrs old...

Please review; reviews give me inspiration to keep writing especially if I know you like the fic! Okay I'll admit it I'm a review junkie! Where Rachel needs applause to lives I need reviews lol!

Rachel had her heart broken, but no matter how much it hurts, she will always love her... When Rachel finally believes she has moved on, a secret from years ago decides to make a re-appearance

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Its Characters...

Defying Limitations

It had been nearly eight years since Rachel's heart had broken into a million pieces, and she'd watched tears tumble from hazel eyes.

It had been almost six years since Rachel had found herself sat alone on an Australian beach, watching the sun set below the horizon.

Lying in bed her sleeping fiancé dreaming peacefully next to her, Rachel let her mind wonder. She could still recall the burnt orange of that setting sun, the sound of the surf crashing along the shore line, and the way the golden grains of sand flew through her tanned fingers as she picked up a handful. She could remember the turmoil that raged through her mind, as she was about to make the big step and head back home, back to her dad's, back to her... She remembered the heavy feeling in her heart as she realised she would be leaving Kier behind, that she would be leaving all her friends behind, her so called family.

Rachel had been with the touring cast for a year and a half when she decided to end her contract and head back home, and try something new. She'd loved every second, loved every country and theatre she'd visited, loved the different responses from different audiences. The experience had made her grow as a person, she had become someone she never realised she could. She had learnt that you didn't need to be the star to make a show; you didn't need to have your name up in lights to feel like someone.

Letting the breeze off the sea blow her long brunette hair, Rachel tried to suppress the butterflies that where fluttering around in her stomach, apprehension of the great unknown running through her veins. She could picture in her mind's eye the one way ticket back to Ohio that waited in her duffle bag. She could imagine how happy her dad's would be to see her, she could see those beautiful hazel eyes, that she had spent so many nights staring into, when she had hoped that one day... No, she wouldn't go there, she had tormented herself to many times, thinking about what might or could have been. Rachel knew she had moved on, after all she had ended the relationship, their secret relationship.

Closing her eyes tight as she felt her heart constrict, the pain she had felt two years earlier still laced through her body she forced her mind to think of Kier. She was leaving him for god sake, he'd be thousands of miles away, why wasn't she thinking of him – not her.

Kier Jones, the guy who had made Rachel smile again, the Guy who made her heart feel the warmth she had long forgotten it could feel.

Kier had came late to the company, everyone else including Rachel had already been touring for six months when the American come Welsh actor joined. Rachel had been spellbound from the second her deep brown eyes had seen him; His tall strong stance, his messy brown hair that flopped over his forehead. Smiling to herself she recalled their first introduction, and how his exotic accent, his soft welsh tones sending a slight shiver through her body as he gently shook her hand. She let the smile spread wider over her lips, as she remembered one of their many curtain calls, and the way he would always take her hand in his and squeeze gently. Yes she would miss Kier, Miss him more then she would willingly want to admit.

Kier had asked, begged her not to leave the company, not yet. He'd pleaded for her to wait till he could end his own contract and he would go with her. But Rachel had said she had to go, she needed new challenges new experiences. Or maybe I just need to see her? At that he'd pulled her tight and kissed her forehead. "I love you" he whispered into her hair.

"Kier please" Rachel had whimpered, as she felt the familiar pain of heart break, and a hot tear trickle down her cheek. "I need to do this..."

Stepping back from the petite brunette and staring into her liquid brown eyes, he squeezed her shoulders and turned to walk away. He knew Rachel was stubborn and no matter much how hard he pleaded and begged, once she had made up her mind, he knew he wouldn't be able to changed it.

As Rachel watched Kier's dark frame walk off, her heart trembled as she realised, this was the same situation she had found herself in two years earlier, but now tables had turned. This time she was the heartbreaker.

Feeling the body in the bed next to her move, Rachel sighed to herself. How things had changed since her last night in Australia. Never in a million years would she think that things would have worked out the way they did. Looking down at her left hand, Rachel zoned in on the sparkling white gold engagement ring that sat proudly on her ring finger. Tomorrow was her engagement party, all her friends and family would be there, and of course she'd be there.

Letting her mind slip once more to the past, Rachel recalled her arrival back at Ohio International. Following the group of people off the plane, and walking with her suitcase trailing behind, Rachel couldn't help but find her two smiling fathers waiting in front of all the other families.

"Dad! Daddy!" she squealed as she ran towards them and jumped into their waiting arms.

"Oh My God, Princess, look how much you've grown" her father Michael stated as he placed his daughter back to the floor.

Laughing at her over enthusiastic parents the brunette replied "Somehow dad I don't think so... I stopped growing nearly five years ago!"

"Well you've certainly got one hell of a sun tan there missy" her other Father Joshua replied as he hugged her.

"Well that's what happens when you move country every few months" the brunette replied happily.

Reaching down for the handle on her suitcase, Rachel went to link her dad's arm and begin the walk to the exit. (Rachel had never really liked airports; she never quite knew where she stood. You weren't quite home yet, you were sort of in a middle ground). However she was stopped by a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Turning around thinking she may have dropped something, her heart completely stopped as her eyes took in the mystery visitor.

"Surprise!" her father's rang out in unison.

"Hi Rach" the blonde said, a warm smile spreading her lips, those beautiful hazel eyes shining.

"Oh My God! Q... Quinn! What... What are you doing here?" she stammered as her body tried to desperately process what was going on, shock coursing through her veins.

"I wanted to come and surprise you, after all...my best friend finally decides to come back home, I wasn't going to miss it."

How could she be so calm? That was the only thing Rachel could think of as the blonde reached out to catch the brunette in a gentle hug.

The last time they had seen each other, face to face had been nearly two years ago on the night Quinn had told Rachel their relationship was over. The image of Quinn crying as she held Rachel's small hand in her own, begging Rachel to forgive her that she was sorry and didn't want to hurt her. But she couldn't do this any more...

Rachel was stunned, she had pleaded with Quinn to tell her why, and to tell her what had changed. But Quinn wouldn't answer she just stood staring into Rachel's eyes, as though she was trying to portray a message she couldn't speak. Rachel had begged Quinn to tell her she didn't love her... But as no sound left Quinn's lips and her hand grew tighter around Rachel's, Rachel's heart finally shattered into a million pieces.

"How can you leave me, when I know you still love me?"

"Please... Rachel... You have no idea how hard this is for me... To know that I'm breaking your heart... For God sake I'm breaking my own"

"Then don't..." Rachel cried out as she pushed her lips to Quinn's. Drawing back and looking into her girlfriends face, she brought up a finger to wipe away a falling tear. "Is it because we've kept it a secret?"

"No" Quinn replied flatly.

"Then what!" the brunette nearly shouted, hurt slowly turning to anger. "You can't just turn up and tell me it's over without an explanation! And don't you dare say it's not you it's me, because I think I'd freaking kill you, if you said that! – tears streaming down the brunettes face.

Stepping forward and filling the gap, Quinn gently took Rachel's mouth with her own and let every last ounce of feeling, love and passion adsorb. When the need for air finally came to much, the blonde gently turned and walked out of Rachel's, Julliard dorm room.

"Quinn... Quinn!" Rachel sobbed as she watched her best friend, lover and soul mate walk out of her life.

Slowly returning the hug as a small sense or normality began to flitter back to Rachel's mind, the brunette tried to franticly fight the surge of warmth that began to build in her stomach as she felt the blondes arm tighten around her waist. So many memories came flooding back.

"So... anyway what are you doing back in Ohio, I thought you'd move to Atlanta?" Rachel asked as calmly as she could muster.

"I have, but I've come back home for a few days, I haven't seen my parents for a while... and when your dad's told me you were flying back in... Well..." Rachel didn't miss the change of tone when Quinn mentioned her parents, her heart once more tighten as she remembered all the pain and suffering the blonde had suffered from her parents stupid beliefs, morals and life style.

"Well pumpkin I'm famished, and you're bound to be, how about we all head out to breadsticks and get something to eat, just like old times? You gonna come with us Quinn? Joshua asked as he slipped his arm around his daughter's waist".

Looking over at Quinn and waiting for her response, Rachel noticed a flash catch her eye. Looking down for a sign of what had caught her attention, Rachel almost cried out as she saw a ring on Quinn's finger.

Not letting Quinn reply to her father's earlier question Rachel tried to forum the question she desperately needed to say...

"Quinn what's that?"

"What's what?" The blonde asked, as she had noticed the quiver in Rachel's voice. Following the brunettes gaze down to the single solitaire engagement ring she mentally coursed herself as she had forgotten to take it off. Today was not the day to tell Rachel about this... and defiantly not in an airport, where Quinn couldn't explain... after all she had a hell of a lot of explaining to do.

"Oh..." was all Quinn could reply at first, where would she even begin... "Me and Warren ...got engaged a few months ago, you remember I told you about Warren, I went to College with him"

"Yeah I remember" Rachel said, the happiness she had felt only a few minutes ago of being reunited with her parents had flown out the window, and had been replaced with that constant ache of knowing she would never have Quinn again, never be able to hold her in her arms in the way she wanted to.

"Congratulations!" Rachel eventually replied, forcing a show smile across her lips as she hugged Quinn, but trying to have as less body contact as possible.

Why was it that six years on, her heart still fluttered when she recalled that afternoon at the airport, she could still feel the shock rumble in her stomach like she had when her eyes saw Quinn's engagement ring. Why was it then, even though she loved her fiancé with all her heart, she knew it would never be like the love she felt for Quinn... the love she still did and always would. After all wasn't that why she was sat wide awake in bed at 03.37 in the morning. She felt guilty... guilty that those stupid feelings had never gone away.

Feeling her fiancé more yet again, the brunette was startled when she felt his heavy arm fall over her lap. Feelings his fingers spray across the exposed skin of her thighs, her sleep shorts not long enough to cover the area, she heard his sleepy voice meet her ears.

"Baby, what's the matter? Why are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep honey that's all, go back to sleep..." she soothed as she ran her fingers lightly through Kier's dark hair.

Pushing his athletic frame up the bed so he was now propped next to Rachel, Kier extended his arm and pulled the brunette into his side.

"You've not worrying about tomorrow are you?" he asked as he trailed fingers up her arm, his welsh American accent filling the room.

"No of course not, your parents have assured me that they have planned for every possibility, even if we were to get hit by a freak hurricane the party could still carry on" she laughed. "I suppose... I'm just excited..." Excited defiantly wasn't the word she wanted to use.

"Excited?" Kier asked as a look of devilment sprang to his dark blue eyes..."Did you just say you where excited?" He trailed his finger up Rachel's thigh.

"Not like that" Rachel giggled, a smile taking over her lips as she smacked Kier's wondering hand. "Besides were in your parent's house, there asleep just down the hall..."

"So..." he whispered as he leaned into to kiss Rachel's pulse point... "We'll just be quite"

Later that morning, as Rachel rested her head against Kier's chest, his fine sprinkling of chest hair, soft against her cheek, Rachel's mind wouldn't let up... The memories that had been infiltrating her mind, were still lingering, the guilt and anxiety was still there. And at the forefront of all that, even when the brunette closed her eyes was – Quinn.

AN: Last plea! Please review!