I do not own GLEE or the song Transatlanticism. Those are the property of Ryan Murphy and the band Death Cab for Cutie respectively. This is AU and contains G!P.. you have been warned.
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up, and let it out…
Quinn would never forget the day when Rachel left. It was a Tuesday, in their Manhattan apartment when the diva finally decided she couldn't take it anymore. The betrayal was too much for her to bare. Seeing the far off look in Quinn's eye, though before she didn't know the reason for it. Now that the truth was out it made the emotions in the apartment too much to handle then before.
"You're really leaving?" Quinn asked.
Rachel pursed her lips, angry that the blonde even had the audacity to ask the question.
"How dare you ask me that as though I don't have reason to."
"Rachel, I.. I'm…"
"Don't you dare tell me you're sorry Quinn Fabray! Don't tell me it just happened once, or I love you, not her either."
The blaring of a horn interrupted the once couple of seven years. Rachel looked out the window, seeing Kurt waiting for her in his Mini Cooper. She could see he was unsure of whether or not to come in, thus sending him a quick text assuring him she would be out in a moment.
"I'll be back for the rest of my things while you're at work."
Rachel picked up her bag and scanned her eyes over the home they would no longer share. Not a single glance at Quinn, for she knew if she did, she may never leave. She walked in the front door, placing her hand on the knob shakily, while screaming at herself in her mind, Leave Rachel! In that final moment, she dropped her bag, moving quickly toward Quinn. She wrapped her arms around her blonde love's neck, sparing one final kiss before quickly leaving.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean making islands where no.. island should go.. oh nooo.
That was over a year ago. True to her word Rachel gathered all her belongings the next day while Quinn was at work. Aged 26 at the time, Quinn was a real up and comer at a New York Law firm before alcohol and women had overtaken her life. She still was employed by Anderson and Nelson, though she knew her days were quickly becoming numbered. Keeping up with the current times Quinn had frequently made online trips to Rachel's Facebook, finding out that the little diva had moved to Los Angeles, California. And from watching MTV News, she'd also learned that Rachel had been signed by a big record company and was recording her first CD titled, Whose Done You Wrong? Quinn snorted at the title. When the doorbell rang, she made quick work of dumping her drink into the sink and quickly shoving the glass into the dishwasher. Only one person knew of Quinn's alcohol addiction. That person was her best friend, Santana Lopez. Santana was an Emergency Trauma resident at a nearby hospital and when the 24-hour shifts weren't keeping her away, it was her fiancé Brittany Pierce with their wedding plans. Quinn didn't blame her.
"Well.. look at you. You look like shit. Have you been drinking?" Santana asked upon the door opening.
She walked into the apartment, taking a seat on the white couch that Rachel had insisted they buy from IKEA. Quinn hated that couch, but now it was one of the few things left in her home the reminded her of her ex.
"No. Is there something you want?" Quinn snarled.
"Just wanted to see how you've been. I haven't seen you in almost two weeks. I've called.. Britt's called. We're worried about you."
"I'm fine."
"I just thought.. what with her CD and everything. She's all over TV and—"
"I'm fine Santana fuck! Why does everybody think that everything in my life has to do with Rachel? She left over a year ago and I'm fine. She's moved on, I've moved on. Everything's fine!"
Santana stood up, straightening her scrub shirt before buttoning her peacoat back up.
"Come by the house sometime.. we miss you."
Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silence forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before.
Oh nooo…
"RACHEL!" "RACH!" "OVER HERE!"
Rachel smiled shyly as paparazzi snapped pictures of her coming out of the Beverly Hills restaurant, Spago. Kurt fanned himself, smiling. His best friend was finally living her dream. Yet he knew something was troubling her. They made their way to Rachel's home in Los Angeles and decided to invite some of the 'locals' for a BBQ. Kurt had also moved to Los Angeles, but for a job as choreographer to Katy Perry. Some of the old Glee Club members had also moved to L.A. and the surrounding areas. Finn attended an open training camp for the San Diego Chargers back in 2013 and surprisingly made the team. He's a second string quarterback. Puck also relocated to the Golden State to work at Interscope Records. Tina and Mike were currently in Los Angeles on tour with Lady Gaga and gladly accepted an invitation to the gathering, as did Finn and Puck. Kurt made his way to the kitchen, seeing Rachel idly chopping vegetables. He thought he could make out the remnants of tears on the brunette's cheeks.
"Rach?"
Rachel jumped, wiping at her eyes.
"Jesus Kurt! You scared me half to death! I almost severed a finger!"
Kurt fought the urge to chuckle at his best friend's dramatics due to the seriousness of the conversation he wanted to embark on.
"You were thinking about her weren't you?" he asked.
Rachel shook her head, but upon further insistence by Kurt began to nod. Large tears formed in her brown eyes before rolling down her cheeks. Kurt took the knife fro Rachel, placing it in the sink and leading her to the comfortable black sofa in the living room.
"I just miss her so much. How can I hate her, but want nothing but to be in her arms just one more time?" Rachel asked.
"That's the thing about love. Even when we know we're in a bad relationship, and need to get out.. It's hard for the brain to overrule the heart."
Rachel wiped at her eyes, accepting a handkerchief from Kurt thankfully.
"Wanna watch Funny Girl?" he asked.
Rachel laughed, "No."
"You never got closure when you left Quinn. Maybe it's time to go back to New York? I know you have things you still want to say to her, and questions you need you ask."
"God. Do I say that so much that you've finally memorized my The Reason Why I Need To See Quinn Again speech?"
Kurt nodded. "It's okay though."
Rachel tossed and turned all night thinking about what Kurt said. Although part of his advice was for her not to think about it, knowing she would drive herself crazy. Finally exasperated at 5:15AM, Rachel pulled out her laptop and bought a roundtrip airplane ticket to New York for three days later.
I need you so much closer…
It was a Friday that Quinn came home from work, pulling at her tie and throwing it on the couch, unbuttoning her top collar button as she did. She made her way to her refrigerator, pulling out a beer and chugging the amber liquid until the bottle was empty. A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts. What the fuck? I told that intern not to come by til 11. It's only 9. That's what I get for trying to fuck an early 20s blonde moron. She made her way to the door, opening it and was instantly floored. There stood Rachel, hands in her pockets with the same hurt expression on her face from a year ago.
"R-Rachel. W.. Wha… What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, trying vehemently not to choke on her own spit.
"Are you gonna invite me in?" the diva asked.
"Of course. Come in."
Rachel spared a glance at the apartment. Not much had changed in a year. Of course, Quinn hardly spent much time there. Always pulling late night shifts at the office. The thought made her teeth grit and her stomach churn. She sat down on the overstuffed arm chair, reaching beneath herself to pull the emerald green tie out from under her. She'd bought Quinn this tie as a gag gift when she'd passed the Bar Exam. Quinn sat opposite her on the loveseat, nervously wringing her hands together.
"It's been over a year," Quinn said shakily.
"It has."
"Why are you here Rachel? You left me after swearing that we'd put things behind us! We promised each other forever… damn it! Why are you here?"
"Fuck you Quinn! Do you have any idea how I've been for the past year? How I was before I left? I won't be silent anymore, that's why I'm here. I need closure, I need to ask you things and tell you things. I can't stand the nagging in my brain every time I try to close my eyes at night!"
Quinn is quiet now. She pulls her phone out to send a quick text to.. Amanda? Ashley? What was the intern's name? As she cycle through her phone, trying for the life of her to remember the woman's name, she realizes that Rachel is talking to her.
"This was a mistake. You haven't changed at all. Not listening to anything I'm telling you and as usual your iPhone is glued to your hand."
Rachel stood up, walking toward the door.
"Wait Rachel! It's gone!" Quinn says, throwing her phone behind the couch.
Amber. She'd finally remembered the interns name and texted her, instructing her not to come to her house. Rachel sat back down; weary of trying to continue the conversation.
"How'd you know I was still living here?" Quinn asked.
"I called Santana. She picked me up from the airport yesterday."
That asshole.
"Oh really? She didn't mention anything," Quinn replied.
"I asked her not to. She told me it was no problem because she and Brittany haven't been seeing much of you lately anyway."
I'm gonna punch Santana straight in the jaw when I see her next.
"Oh yeah. I've been really busy with work.. big case load."
"There always was."
It was silent. Time seemed to stand still.
"Would you mind if we went and got something to eat?" Quinn asked.
Rachel smiled, "Always about your stomach. Something with bacon I presume?"
Quinn nodded bashfully. They settled on Beauty and Essex, ironically the place they went to when Rachel landed her first off-Broadway role. After ordering, and many awkward glances, Quinn finally spoke.
"You never deserved what I did to you. I know you don't wanna hear it, but I am sorry.. and she didn't mean anything."
Rachel took a sip of her drink.
"I didn't wanna hear it then. And I don't wanna hear it now, but I know that I need to hear it. All those nights you told me you were working late. All the shows that I had tickets at will call for you, but you never came. It hurt more than I ever let it show, but I thought, she's doing it to provide for you Rachel. Then, come to find out, you were just fucking someone else. It was like my entire world collapsed. My dreams.. Our dreams.. collapsed. I couldn't be in New York anymore. I left my Broadway dreams here. Going to L.A. to do something I never wanted to do."
"I should have left.. I still can. I'll move out, you can have the apartment."
"I don't want it Quinn. I love my life in L.A. It may not be Broadway, but it's still a dream come true."
Quinn sipped her Vodka and Tonic, looking desperately for the words that would convey to Rachel how miserable she'd been without her. How terrible of a girlfriend she was to her. How she should have married her. How they should have starting a family by now.
"I'm a fool. You deserve so much better. Despite my actions I love you with all that I am. And I love you enough to let you go Rachel. Because I don't wanna hold you back from your true happiness. Thank you for the best seven years of my life. Thank you for encouraging me every time I thought I couldn't do something… and thank you for allowing me to follow your dreams."
Tears had pooled in Rachel's eyes. The diva was shocked to see tears in the stoic hazel eyes of the once love of her life. After dinner, Quinn walked Rachel to the curb, waiting to flag down a cab. One quickly arrived and she gestured for Rachel to take it.
"I guess this is goodbye huh?" Quinn asked.
"This is goodbye."
Rachel hugged Quinn around her shoulders.
"Thank you for the memories, Quinn Fabray."
"I love you Rachel Berry."
Rachel smiled sadly, placing the softest kiss on Quinn's lips as she got into the cab. As it drove away, the tears fell and she held back the heart wrenching sob that was stuck in her throat. She saw Quinn wiping at her eyes on the sidewalk, before turning to walk the opposite way down the street.
"Are you okay?" the cab driver asked.
"No. I'm not. Thank you for asking."
I need you so much closer…
Rachel couldn't concentrate. Nothing she wrote on paper seemed to make any sense. She couldn't get Quinn off her mind. Ever since her trip to New York two weeks ago, she couldn't get the blonde off her mind. A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. She put her lyric binder onto the coffee table, sparing a quick glance at the mirror to make sure her hair was ok. She walked to the front door before opening it.
"Yes?"
She stopped short when she saw Quinn standing there.
"Quinn? What uh, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here because I need to tell you some things and ask you some things. Can I come in?... Please?"
Rachel thought for a moment. She knew if she let Quinn in, she might now ever let her go. She didn't wanna be that girl that let someone do her wrong, then quickly took the person back.
"Sure," Rachel replied, stepping aside to allow Quinn entry into her home.
Quinn admired the home that was so incredibly Rachel. She took a seat on a couch while Rachel stayed standing.
"What are you doing here Quinn? Why are you in L.A.?"
"I'm nothing without you Rach. I know you don't wanna hear it, but I love you. I love you despite what I did. I'm just a stupid asshole not worthy of your love. I think of you everyday. Your voice haunts my dreams…"
With that, Quinn Fabray began to cry. Rachel felt tears in her eyes as well as she made her way to the couch where she sat. Hugging Quinn's body tightly to her own as they cried the cry of two hurt lovers. Finally they pulled apart, staring into each other's eyes. Rachel hesitantly leaned forward before pressing her lips to Quinn's. She hadn't been with anyone since she'd left Quinn over a year ago. Quinn responded immediately to the kiss, placing her hands on Rachel's hips. Rachel moaned and brought her arms to wrap around Quinn's neck, moving over to straddle her lap. She can already feel Quinn's eight inch erection beginning to stir in her jeans.
"Rach…"
"Shh. Please don't talk. I may change my mind."
Rachel moved down the couch to kneel on the floor in front of Quinn. She unbuckled her belt, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans before reaching inside her black and blue striped boxer briefs to pull out her erection. She licked the head, moaning at the salty taste of Quinn's pre-cum. She bobbed her head up and down, taking longer and longer pulls until her entire dick was buried in her throat. Quinn traced her meat through Rachel's skin, marveling as she always did at the way the diva was able to take the entire thing down her throat. Rachel reaches down to rub the baby soft translucent skin of Quinn's ballsack.
"Rachel… I, I need to be inside of you.. please."
Rachel released Quinn's cock with a pop before standing up. She made quick work of ridding herself of her green track pants and lacy black thong. She pushed away the thoughts of mistake before sliding on top of Quinn's hot flesh, rotating her hips and bouncing fast.
"Fuck Rach…"
Quinn couldn't take being at Rachel's mercy much longer. She held Rachel tightly to her body and turned them around so she was on top. She held Rachel's legs apart at the ankles as she watched her cock sink time and time again into the hot, wet cavern that was Rachel's pussy. Rachel gripped the couch above her with both hands as she felt her orgasm approaching fast.
"Quinn, ungh.. I'm gonna… CUM!"
Rachel felt herself start cumming around Quinn's cock at about the same time Quinn felt her scrotum start to tighten. They came in unison, breathing hard while looking into each other's eyes. In those eyes, one pair brown, one hazel.. was fear, sadness, and questions. They each knew there would be a long road to recovery. But for the firs time in over a year, Rachel felt ready to start that journey with Quinn by her side.
ONE YEAR LATER
"Ladies and gentleman a very special guest here with us today. Her name is Rachel Berry and she is taking the Billboard charts by storm with four of her fifteen tracks off her new album Whose Done Your Wrong? Represented.. please welcome her to the show!"
Rachel smiles and waves shyly as the audience of the Ellen DeGeneres show welcomes her with loud clapping and cheering. After hugging Ellen, she takes her seat, sparing one more wave as everyone continues to clap.
"They certainly love you," Ellen says.
Rachel laughs, "I know, I'm truly honored."
"So your CD released last month and already they're predicting you to win more than a couple Grammy's, how does that make you feel?"
"Absolutely wonderful."
"Did you always want to be a singer?"
"I did. I didn't always want to be a studio singer though. I moved to New York from Ohio after I graduated high school with big dreams of being on Broadway. After arriving in Los Angeles thought my dreams started to change and I couldn't be happier."
Everyone claps again.
"Now I see a ring on your finger."
Rachel blushes as everyone awws loudly.
"Yes I'm engaged."
"Who is the lucky suitor?"
"My girlfriend of many years, Quinn. She is the love of my life and without her support I don't think I would have finished the CD."
"Well we're certainly glad you did. Rachel Berry everyone. And everyone's getting a copy of Whose Done You Wrong?."
After walking back stage, Rachel hugged Quinn tightly, kissing her lips.
"You were great," Quinn says.
"Thank you baby."
"I love you."
"I love you too Quinn. Let's go home so you can make love to me,"
So come on…