I made a few minor changes to this story. Nothing too big.
Dear Quinn,
I was so surprised when you showed up at my door a few days ago. It was a wonderful surprise and I really did need someone to come and give me a little push to see that I really do belong here. I need to just keep working and following my dream and I really do see that now. Your visit helped me so much in so many ways. But there are some things I never got to say.
Quinn Fabray I have always admired you and I always will. You are the epitome of everything I have ever wanted to be and not seeing you here in New York has made this place feel so lonely and small. I never realized how much I would miss you or how much you really meant to me. I love you, Quinn, and I always have. It took moving here for me to see that. I have been so caught up in Finn that I couldn't see what was right in front of me. All of those times you tried to make me see that I was better than Lima, that I could be someone, make a mark on the world. You saw me when no one else did.
Finn disappeared, but before he left he told me it was you who convinced him that he needed to let me go and let me become the woman I was destined to be. I was furious with him, I don't know if it was because he still couldn't actually do anything for me or because he had once again taken credit for something you had done for me. I began to think about how many times you must have helped him and told him how to woo me. You have been so cruel, but there have also been times where you have been so kind to me. Times when I really thought we had a real understanding of each other. We have always been more alike than you wanted to believe.
But this time when you were here, everything was different, your true colors finally shined through and I got to see the real Quinn. The Quinn I have been waiting for my whole life. You left your t-shirt here. I have slept with it every night, I find comfort in the smell, it's almost as if I am in your arms all over again. I miss them so much even though I only had the pleasure of sleeping in your arms for one night.
You left so quickly you forgot it. It's a Yale shirt which only makes me love it more. I remember watching you sleep in my bed wearing this shirt. You were so beautiful, your pale skin was peeking out from under the comforter, your long legs tangled between the sheets and our stomach just barely peeking out from under this shirt. Your hair fell over your face and you just looked - angelic. So content and at peace. I made the mistake of leaving to get something for breakfast. I only have vegan ingredients and figured you would want some meat, so I went to the farmer's market down the street to buy some bacon, sausage, and eggs to make you something special. When I came back the only thing left was your shirt. It was on the floor next to my bed clearly dropped and long forgotten.
I held it for a long time as I cried. I thought you had tricked me and that the night we shared was a lie to destroy me once again. I thought that everything you said to me that night was nothing but an illusion. But that night we spent together was too special to be a lie. With every touch and every whisper I knew you were being honest and that you were showing me your soul. I believed you when you said you loved me. So I called a few times and sent a few texts, but there was never a reply. I'm not sure if you will get this letter or if you will even read it when you do receive it. But, Quinn, I want you to know, if you are scared or simply not ready, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for the day that I can hold your heart.
Love,
Rachel