Quinn Fabray had always been in love with "bad boys". Gentlemen just weren't her type. She couldn't fight it. If asked to choose between a castle with a white knight and a quest with a dark prince, she would have always chosen the second. The only time she had tried to be with a good and kind guy, all she had managed to do was hurt him. She still remembered Finn Hudson's tears crossing his perfect cheeks the moment she had told him she was pregnant but the baby was not his. It was Noah Puckerman's, the first ranked in the school "bad" boys ranking.
And he was so bad he didn't even care about her or the baby once in those nine months (or after).
Quinn had been alone through the whole pregnancy, except for her best friends Santana, Brittany and Rachel. The four of them were inseparable and even after High School there hadn't been a single day they hadn't talked to each other.
Brittany and Santana were now married to each other and Rachel had become a Broadway star and was now starring in the play "Of mice and men" as Curley's wife.
As for Quinn, she had just graduate from Yale and she had bought an office in NYC to start a Lawyers Company on her own. The only problem was that the money wasn't enough to buy a house too or even to only rent it. Rachel though, had found the perfect solution: Quinn would have moved with her in her Upper East Side penthouse. Of course, Quinn had accepted and she was now moving in. She couldn't have been more excited. Living in Manhattan, in the UES, was like a dream to her. Little did she know about her new neighbours.
The doorplate said "Mr. Charles Bartholomew bass and Mrs. Blair Cornelia Paige Waldorf Bass".
"Important names" Quinn thought, not noticing that the word Bass was written all over the building, and that Mr. and Mrs. Bass were actually the owners.
Rachel showed Quinn her new home. It was really big, but there wasn't a single empty corner.
"That's very Rachel" mourned Quinn looking at the big golden star painted on the living wall.
"And this is your room" the brunette said with a big smile across her face.
Quinn couldn't believe her eyes. "Rachel this is.." "Amazing, I know" teased the brunette.
Rachel knew Quinn better than anyone and she had decorated her room thinking carefully about every single detail. The bed was exactly the one Quinn had told her she would have loved to have one day in her house while they were buying furniture for Rachel's house.
The Yale degree Quinn had started to bring there the previous week was already hung on the wall.
The curtains were of that pastel pink Quinn adored and the view they were hiding was even more incredible. "New York does this effect at first, I know" Rachel brought her back to reality.
"But you haven's seen a half of your new room" continued, opening a door just next to the bed.
"What's this?" said Quinn impressed.
"That's your house inside the room inside your new house" said Rachel like it was the most common thing to say.

"What?" laughed the blonde?
"See, when I first moved here I was so excited about being in NYC that I spent all of my spare time exploring the neighbourhood and going shopping. After a few weeks thought, I realised that NY was too lively for a small town girl that used to live in a lonely world like Lima" the brunette started to explain quoting Don't stop believing. "So I created a little Lima inside my bedroom, in a spare room I had. I put there all of my pictures of the High Schools, my costumes of all our shows and all the letters I received from you when you were at Yale and from San and Britt when they were on their honeymoon. When I feel like I want to go back to Lima because I'm too stressed out by the life of the Big Apple, I go there for a little bit and relax. When you agreed to move in, I thought you would have needed it as well and so, that's it"
"You're incredible, you know?" Quinn smiled looking at all the pictures Rachel had put on the wall. They're first sectionals, regionals, nationals, they're most incredible performances. There she was, a proud young Quinn with her perfect ponytail and her Cheerios' uniform. There she was again with her first trimester bump. And with the second trimester one. And right before her waters broke. There she was her pink hair, with those girls she didn't even remember the names. There she was on the wheelchair and at the prom night. "This is crazy" she said with tears in her eyes, hugging her bestie like she hadn't done in a while.
"Enough of this, we don't want to spend all day looking at the old pictures, we should take new ones." Rachel said sneaking out of her friend hug. "Here, that's the last surprise for today, I promise". She said handing the girl a Henri Bendel's shopping bag.
Quinn slowly opened the bag. "Rach, this is simply beautiful, you know me so well" she hugged her again. Her eyes were shining as she pictured herself into that beautiful little red flowered dress. "Put it on, wear your best heels and the right amount of make and be ready to go out. I'm introducing you to NY tonight". Said the brunette leaving the room.
Almost an hour later, Quinn was ready to go, even tough she didn't exactly know where.
"Here you are, my beautiful roommate" Rachel smiled.
"If I'm beautiful, what are you then? Sublime?" Said the blonde looking at Rachel's Valentino dress and staring at her Jimmy Choo high heels.
"If tonight goes well, you'll have two pairs of these in a couple of weeks" said the brunette.
"What?" Asked Quinn confused
"We're going at a little charity event hosted by one of the most important women in Manhattan, as well as one of my biggest friends here in the UES. You should have heard of her but I don't want to spoil you anything. You'll just have to wait and see. Anyway, once we get there, there will be so many rich businessman stucked in God only knows what kind of fiscal mess that you will only need to say that you're a lawyer and you will be full of new clients. The fact that you're Rachel Barry's best friend as well as her new roommate she was talking about all the week will only add to it"
She said happily. Quinn was once again impressed and couldn't help but letting a tear fall.
"No time for tears. Come on, let's announce the whole world of the socials where we are going. Take a pic with me"
It was probably the only selfie in the history of Rachel's selfies where she was really happy.
"Great. Me and my beautiful QuinnFabray ready for Bass Industries'annual charity concert
Aaaaand, sent! Now wait and see"