A/N: This is another story that was based on a dream of mine. This is a AU sometime in the 1950s, however the story will be more of a romantic look on the time period. I own nothing and am sorry for all my mistakes. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Life Itself

Quinn folded her arms as she squinted against the darkness. It shielded her from being spotted as she eavesdropped as well as she could from the back door of the kitchen. She peeked from behind the door, like an child watching her parents fight in the earliest of mornings. Instead of it being her parents, it was her fiancé arguing with his mistress in the back alley next to the hotel.

It was like they wanted to be caught, standing under the sole light above a doorway right next to the hotel that Quinn and him had been staying at for months. They weren't quiet as their whispers disturbed the dead of the night.

Quinn remembered the first time she had caught them kissing under that same light weeks ago. She had gone down to the kitchen, she would say it was only for the journey but really she was hoping to get a drink. It was late at night and she couldn't fight against the hereditary craving of a glass of wine before bed. It really wasn't her fault, there was no one to distract her. No one to hold her close and say, "Just go back to sleep. You're fine."

She felt antsy and like she wanted to scrub her fingers clean and a mixture of other anxiousness that got her up and down the back stairway into the kitchen 3 am in the morning.

Quinn knew one of the cooks and he did, inappropriately, say that she was always welcome in his kitchen so she didn't hesitate to sneak her way in.

She almost didn't hear them, almost went back to the stairs with her full glass in her hands but she heard whispers through the cracked door at the end of the kitchen. She didn't expect to see Finn, not but 200 feet away, embracing a short brunette.

Quinn remembered feeling jealous and maybe a bit of rage for a quick second before it dissipated. These types of feelings were so irrelevant to her. There was no reason to feel heartbroken, it was only Finn. She had lost him the minute he asked her to marry him as he told her right afterwards that her father had convinced him to do it. It wasn't even his idea. She couldn't say no in front of her family, though.

She was just a little upset that he picked her. Rachel Berry.

Quinn couldn't help but feel terrible around the shorter woman's presence. She was extremely talented and there was something charming about her stature, the way she forced herself to belong anywhere. She always stood out like a sore thumb but that never stopped her. It was impressive.

But she couldn't have Finn. He wasn't necessarily Quinn's, he wasn't property, but she felt as though in a way he belonged to her. She had belonged to him ever since he confessed his love to her while they were in high school years ago. She wouldn't admit it but she couldn't figure out if she felt the same, but she promised herself that she'd give as much as she could back to him. He deserved it after all. Years of chasing after her and sweet whispering of encouraging words that helped her make it to where she was now, she'd give anything to repay him back.

Quinn downed her glass easily, letting it's bitter challenge the sweet image of Finn hugging Rachel in front of her. They must have resolved their issue. She felt like chucking her glass at them, to make them stop and show them that they've been caught.

Instead she turned away, set her glass in the large sink before heading up the service stairs to the hotel room. It was almost like an apartment and it wasn't too strange for them to be staying there. Everyone was staying in hotels now-a-days, it was almost like a trend and though it burned through money Quinn appreciated the lack of commitment.

Quinn made her way into the big room, taking her time towards the bedroom. Finn would be back up any minute and she wanted to hear his excuse this time. He's either working or meeting up with a friend. She laid down on the bed and counted down his arrival almost perfectly.

She was a second short but she heard him open and shut the door before slinking his way into the bedroom. He changed out of his suit, didn't even bother to take a shower, before slinking into the spot next to her.

Quinn rolled over, pretending that he had woken her up with his movement, "Finn?"

He hushed her and fixed the pillow under his head, "Sorry. Work ran a bit late tonight."

"It's fine." Though it wasn't. Quinn wanted to tell him that she could smell Rachel's perfume and wanted to question what kind of work he had been doing. Instead she gave a sigh, "I missed you."

He looked over to her, it was too dark to see his face but she knew he was frowning.

The next morning, Quinn woke up like it was a normal one. Because it kind of was, except that she had a dinner party to get prepared for. It was suppose to have a bunch of big names attending and though Quinn was now considered to being one she couldn't help to feel a bit nervous. They were having the party in the hotel she was staying at after all and she couldn't attend looking like she didn't belong. She needed to find out who exactly was coming and where they were sitting. She needed to check on the H-Line Dior dress that she was dying to wear. It was new and she was worried that they hadn't customized it yet for her. Then she had to-

"You almost ready?" Finn interrupted her thoughts as she leaned against the bathroom door casing. He was all dressed up and smiled at her with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Quinn was ready as well but had just finished her makeup well enough so that the paparazzi wouldn't catch the rings under her eyes, which meant she needed to wash the little bits of makeup from off of her hands. Then that turned into a couple times washing her hands as she went over what she needed to do for the day. She must have been here for awhile if Finn came in to check on her.

"I guess I got distracted." Quinn shut off the tap and grabbed for a hand towel.

"Hey," Finn walked over and took her hands in his, grazing his thumb over her diamond finger, "I know you're worried about tonight but you got me remember? It'll be fine."

Quinn smiled, missing this type of Finn. The encouraging Finn that actually seemed like he cared. But then she remembered that there was probably someone else who got this Finn a lot more than she did, and it immediately made her feel disgusted.

She pulled her hands away and ran them under the tap again, not minding if she had insulted her fiancé, "I'll just be a minute, Finn."

He nodded, his smile completely gone, before turning away out of the bathroom.

By the end of the night, when the party had actually started, Finn was right. There was nothing to worry about.

Except that they had been sat at the table right across from Rachel Berry. The starlet had brought a new beau with her, the singer Noah Puckerman, whom was loud and crude and everything that people had warned Quinn about. He was kind of intriguing though. The way he didn't seem to care about anything. He didn't seem to care that his date had barely said anything to him all night and kept most of her focus on Finn.

They were also sat with a young dancer, Brittany Pierce, and an actor, Kurt Hummel. They were very nice and Quinn felt herself acknowledging them a bit more than anyone else at the table. It wasn't until Finn leaned over to whisper something to Rachel, something too quietly that Quinn wasn't able to hear it over the music, that Quinn decided that she couldn't do the rest of the night without a drink.

So she ordered herself a glass of Champaign, then two, then three. By her fourth, the table had followed her lead and started ordering drinks for themselves and Finn had the look on his face. The one where he was worried that she was going to get drunk. It was a very familiar look.

Puck, as Noah liked to be called, laughed loud as he finished off a very fictional story before he turned his attention to Quinn, "So, Quinn. I gotta say your a sight for sore eyes. Rachel here has been talking nonstop about yah."

Quinn's eyebrows went up in surprise and so did Rachel as the shorter girl coughed into her hand.

"I wouldn't say nonstop." Rachel corrected.

"You wouldn't?" Puck seemed surprised himself by her correction, "I could have sworn you were snowed with blondie here."

Rachel started to deny the claim as the table laughed. Quinn wanted to keep going and mention that Rachel was probably more infatuated with Finn than herself but decided to help change the subject, "Come on, Puck. Leave her alone."

Puck smiled, as he seemed to do every time she said his nickname, before sitting back and letting someone else lead the conversation.

"So Quinn," Rachel started, "are you going for any new films lately. Maybe we can collaborate or even see if we're going for the same films? I don't think I would want to go against you for a part."

"That sounds like a great idea! Doesn't it, babe?" Finn rested his arm on the back of Quinn's chair and smiled.

You idiot, Quinn held her tongue from saying out loud, she was being sarcastic.

Quinn took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to respond without sounding offended. She spotted Brittany, whom was more than content to sitting and listening to the conversation. Quinn was kind of curious about her. Brittany caught her eye and gave a warm smile.

"You're a dancer, right?" Quinn asked her, ignoring the grumble from Rachel and Finn telling her that the short brunette asked her something.

"One of the bests." Brittany responded without a hint of a nefarious intent. She was just proud of herself and Quinn found that refreshing.

Rachel snorted, "One of the bests?"

Brittany looked up to the ceiling for a moment, contemplating her answer before shrugging, "Or you can say the best."

Quinn let out a laugh. Something about the blonde raised her mood.

"Britt, tell them about your trip to Puerto Rico." Kurt nudged at the taller girl.

"It was a blast!" Brittany scooted her chair closer to the table excitedly, "I just recently went there to dance in a musical."

Quinn felt the excitement coming off the girl and couldn't help herself from scooting closer, "I've never been to Puerto Rico. Finn's too scared to fly so we've never went."

Puck let out a laugh, "And I thought Rachel here was a drag."

Both Finn and Rachel let out similar annoyed sounds while Puck continued, "You can't even fly your girl out of town. Sad, man."

Finn folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. Usually Quinn would console his hurt ego but didn't really have it in her. So she encouraged Brittany to continue.

"When I wasn't dancing on screen I was dancing in the streets." Brittany recollected with a whimsical look on her face, "The night was like the day but not like the day, you know? It was better. Like how the day was suppose to be."

Quinn nodded her head, trying to understand what Brittany was trying to say. She raised her glass to her lips but felt a hand stop her.

"Maybe you've already had enough?" Finn said softly but loud enough for everyone to hear.

He did it on purpose so that she'd be too embarrassed to continue, but like her mother, it only made her want to drink more out of spite.

"Stop being a drag, Finn," she hissed at him playfully.

Puck laughed and Finn backed off, giving Rachel a look before turning back to Brittany.

"Is it really hot there?" Quinn asked Brittany, starting to not understand her own curiosity. Puerto Rico sounded like it was just far enough from New York. It was enticing.

"The sun was almost always out. Except when it was night time because the sun goes down but that happens everywhere except for maybe Alaska sometimes." Brittany giggled and Quinn joined her, not caring if the others at the table were or were not doing the same, "Here let me show you something."

Quinn was all eyes as she lifted her drink to lips, happy for the bubbles running down her throat and happy for the change Brittany brought to the table.

Then she gasped as Brittany yanked up her dress to her hips and extended her leg against the side of Quinn's chair, making the chair move towards Finn in a squeak.

"I got these amazing tan lines from dancing there. Its way more acceptable to dance around with only your bathing suit on there than it is here in New York." Brittany smiled.

Finn stiffly looked away, Puck leaned over the table to see, Rachel looked about horrified and Kurt kept looking around, while Quinn felt her face become warm.

Quinn realized that she may have had too much to drink as her eyes couldn't stop looking over Brittany's legs. They were very tanned compared to her bikini area.

"Okay, Brittany." Kurt started shoving the girl's dress back down as he laughed nervously, "I think everyone's gotten the point."

Brittany let him fix her dress as she gave Quinn a knowing smile, "Are you planning on going there anytime soon?"

Quinn just shook her head, still reeling from the shock.

Brittany shrugged, "I recommend it."

After the party Quinn took her time changing, reveling in the after effects of the party. Finn on the other hand was basically pacing as he took off his pants, complaining about the party and some of the people there.

"And I can't believe she literally pulled up her dress like it was normal," he was now on the topic of Brittany and her dress. He struggled with his last pant leg, almost falling over before throwing it to the ground in a huff, "It's like everyone's lost their minds."

"Fold your pants, dear." Quinn sat on the bed and took off her heels, rubbing the soles of her feet after each one.

Finn picked up his pants and folded them clumsily, "And that Noah guy. He was flirting with you the entire time."

"Hadn't noticed." Quinn unzipped her dress and stood up to hang it up in the closet.

"Well he was. I was this close to clobbering the guy right then and there." When she return Finn was busy unbuttoning his shirt furiously. She worried for a second that he was going to pop them off, "And don't get me started on Kurt."

"I liked Kurt." Quinn slipped on a night gown before settling into bed, content enough to watch Finn struggle with his shirt, "Don't forget to fold that."

He ripped the shirt off his shoulders before balling it up and tossing it to the side, "Didn't you notice something off about him?"

Quinn thought back to anything odd she could have noticed about the actor. He wore a odd shirt but she assumed it was just another trend that she couldn't catch up with, "Not really."

He looked at her expectedly before lifting his arms to the sky, "He's a queer, Quinn!"

Quinn waited for more before rolling her eyes and laying completely down on the bed, "You sound like my father."

Finn huffed and walked over to his side of the bed, successfully only in his undershirt, briefs and socks, "Does it not bother you that your own industry is run with them?"

"Does it not bother you that you're starting to look like my father now too?" Quinn joked as she reached out and pressed her palm into Finn's stomach. He was starting to get a belly.

"I'm being serious, Quinn." Finn swiped her hand away and slipped under the covers next to her, "It doesn't concern you at least a little?"

"I think," Quinn reached beside her to turn off the light before turning back to him, "whatever someone does in their own bedroom is their own business."

Finn stayed quiet for a moment before sighing, "I guess you're right."

They both became silent for a moment before Quinn mentioned something that's been on her mind all night, "Would it be weird to say that I actually want to go to Puerto Rico now?"