Rachel huffed and rushed into the elevator of her apartment complex, already running late for her job. Throwing the strap of her bag better over her shoulder, the brunette leaned against the silver wall as the doors closed.
She checked her watch then looked up, noticing the other person standing in the small area with her. "Hello," Rachel breathed out, taking in the other woman's appearance. She was taller than herself, with short blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. The blonde waved and gave a small smile before Rachel looked back at her watch as the elevator moved creakily to the first floor.
A few seconds later the two heard a loud crash and Rachel looked up with worried eyes as the elevator jerked to a stop. "No, no, no... I'm already late!" She sighed, pounding the door with one fist halfheartedly. Once it was evident the elevator was not moving anywhere the short brunette turned to face the other. "Well, looks like we're stuck. I'm Rachel, by the way. Rachel Berry." She stuck out a hand and the blonde took it, eyes warm and reassuring.
"I'm Quinn, and I'm sorry you're late. Hopefully we won't be stuck long." A small smile graced Quinn's lips and Rachel could swear it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
"Y'know, you're really pretty." Rachel said without thinking, flashing Quinn a smile of her own.
Fifteen minutes passed and Quinn and Rachel had conversed with the usual small talk, finding out that Rachel was on her way to her less-than-amazing job of assisting a nearby musical theatre teacher and Quinn was on her way to her friend Santana's house. They talked about themselves, Rachel laughing and blushing as Quinn prodded her to sing for her and clapping when the brunette obliged happily.
Rachel was sitting on the floor, her bag next to her and Quinn on the other side telling Rachel about Santana and her girlfriend, Brittany. Rachel told Quinn about her friend Kurt and his boyfriend, then about her love for musical theatre and how she wanted to be on Broadway.
"I'm sure you'll make it." Quinn murmured, "And when you do, you'll have to let me know. I'll get front row tickets and come see you."
Rachel smiled and nodded, "What apartment do you live in? Maybe we could hang out sometime, since we seem to get along so well already."
"I'd love that. I'm apartment 516, up on the fifth floor. What's yours?"
"322. It's small, but it's home." Quinn nodded in agreement, scooting closer with a nod.
"It's been forty five minutes, I don't think your making it to work on time," She chuckled and Rachel rolled her eyes, leaning her head back against the metal.
"I gave up on that long ago." She turned back to Quinn, studying the beautiful green eyes for a moment. Quinn noticed how close the two had gotten, Rachel's face only an inch or two away from her's, she breathed out silently and closed her eyes, dipping forward to encase Rachel's lips in her own.
Rachel's eyes widened, but she returned the kiss fervently, having wanted to do that since the moment she saw that blonde's smile.
Fifteen minutes later, the elevator doors pried open, the tech team peering in to find two mostly naked women propped up on the handrail, sweaty and exchanging spent kisses.
And two years after that, Quinn made a speech at the wedding about how a Broadway star to-be found a lost blonde and changed her life for the better.