This is a new idea for a fic I thought up with whilst watching Harry Potter, even though it has nothing to do with that, at all. So, yeah, I decided to write and post this, just to test out my writing styles, and write something darker than what I'm used to writing. So please read, and let me know whether you want me to continue or not.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, all of this is completely fictional and no offence is meant by any of it.

Chapter 1 – Prologue

A 23 year old Quinn Fabray looked up at the State of Washington Prison, a look on her face which couldn't be deciphered by the brunette woman standing next to her. It had been five years since she had seen the person locked inside of it. The overcast weather did nothing to lift her spirits as she contemplated just turning around and going home with her girlfriend. But part of her wanted to know, wanted to know what had happened that day. The day that saw all of their worlds get ripped apart, the day where they all knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Quinn hadn't changed much in the past seven years. Her hair was a darker blonde, and her skin was darker having spent the last 4 years in New York, where the summers were scorching. She wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a casual shirt over the top of a white vest, a pair of white converse on her feet.

"You don't have to do this Quinn" the short brunette sensed her girlfriend's hesitance,

Quinn sighed, she knows she didn't have to do this, but she knew she had to. Seven years later, and despite the fact she had moved on with her life, she still couldn't get over it, she wanted, no, she had to know why.

"Quinn"? Rachel stepped forwards, so that she was next to her girlfriend, linking hands with the blondes.

"I know I don't have to Rach, but I need to. It's been 7 years, I need to know why" Quinn looked down at the Rachel. Shortly after Quinn finished at Columbus University, she somehow managed to meet up with Rachel, who had been at Julliard. From then on, things just happened. After she had had Beth, Quinn had changed dramatically, and even struck up a sort of friendship with Rachel, so when they re-met, it didn't take long for them to form a relationship. After 6 months of dating, they had moved in together. Now, whilst Quinn was working for a large New York law firm, Rachel was the lead in the number smash Broadway Show 'Wicked' playing Elphaba.

"I understand why you do Quinn, but why fly all the way to Washington to do it, you could have written a letter" Rachel reasoned,

"No, something like this needs to be done face to face, I need this closure" Quinn sighed, turning to face the other girl, and pulled her into an embrace, burying her face into the shorter girl's neck, inhaling the scent. Quinn pulled away and grinned at Rachel, although Rachel saw through the facade.

"I'll be fine, I have to do this" Quinn turned and took her first step towards the imposing building in front of her. The high metal fence around the prison had barbed wire at the top, two guards waiting at the gate with guns at their sides. The gate was opened by one of the guards as Quinn approached. Once she stepped through the gates she turned back to see Rachel standing by the hired car, she gave a small wave. Quinn nodded and gave a weak smile back as she followed the guard across the yard, towards the entrance. The towers at each corner of the fence around the prison had guards standing in them, barbed wire all around the top. It reminded Quinn of a Prisoner of War camp, it was certainly a high security Prison.

The guard typed in a code into the door, and it buzzed, allowing Quinn to step inside. She told the woman behind the glass who she was here to see, and she handed Quinn a pass, Quinn looked at it and slightly shuddered. 'High Security Prisoner Visitor's Pass'

Another guard appeared, wearing a normal police uniform, but with a bulletproof vest and a baton attached to his utility belt. Quinn repeated to him who she wanted to see, and he nodded and typing in another password to another metal door, he led Quinn through it into the heart of the prison. Quinn followed him through a set of cold musty corridors, doors leading off to the left and right, Quinn was sure she passed one that led to the rows and rows of cells, but she swallowed and averted her gaze, moving forwards once again, to where the guard opened a final set of doors. Quinn had called them to arrange a specific time to see their prisoner, so she hoped it would just be the two of them.

There in front of her was the person she was here to see. Quinn's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the person, sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, a table separating them from the other chair directly opposite. They were wearing an orange jumpsuit, their hands handcuffed together. They looked up as they heard the sound of Quinn entering the room.

"Quinn"? They asked incredulously, as Quinn nodded goodbye to the guard escort, she took in the two armed guards standing in parallel corners of the room. Quinn shakily moved forwards and perched herself on the opposite chair.

"Hi Santana"

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