New story, this idea wouldn't leave me alone and i promise it will be finished quickly i have the chapters already typed.

Things had changed in my life and I was not the carefree blonde I had been in high school. The ten years since then had changed me, warped me, made me a reckless individual but that's what made me good at my job. My name is Quinn Fabray and I am essentially muscle for hire. I've worked with musicians to models and everything in between.

And when push comes to shove I will do what it takes to protect my charge. I work with a team of four others. They are all men but they have worked with me long enough to know that I am good at what I do. We work like a well-oiled machine, keeping to the shadows and not being too conspicuous but still able to step in at a moment's notice.

We had just gotten word that we would be working a concert for some big shot musician, we weren't told who. We worked on our tactical plan, cased the venue and set up our points. Dean, my right hand man would be working as the musician's shadow and I trusted him with this task just as if it was my own life he was protecting.

When we got to the venue Dean followed the musician but soon he was calling me frustrated because she didn't want help or think we were needed.

I growled under my breath and asked for her to be put on the phone.

"Now listen clearly to me, you will have Dean with you were ever you go. This situation is not to be taken lightly if all of the letters you have been sent are any indication. So let my men do their job and we will stay out of the way."

The single word reply floors me, "Okay." That voice, I know that voice. Taking a steadying breath I try to keep myself from losing my composure as I now know who we are protecting, Rachel Berry. The girl and now woman who I have loved in secret for far too long.

With one last thought toward Rachel I hang up and get back to surveillance. She performs her show without a hitch and is walking back to her dressing room with all four of my men walking around her and myself taking point. I see a shadowy figure dressed in black and I immediately go on the alert.

I yell for my men to get her to safety while I take on the man. My thoughts are completely focused on the man with intent to harm my client, to harm Rachel. I see the glint of metal and rush toward him. My hand rests on the gun he has in his hand and I push it down but not quickly enough as the gun goes off. The sound is loud in my ears, making my head ring, but I know I have to get the gun from him before things go south.

I twist the gun from his hand and level it at him at point blank range. He comes at me a knife glittering dangerously in his hand. I fire once, twice and he goes down in a crumpled heap, never to move again.

My breath comes in short gasps, but I will myself to walk away, to leave this all behind. As I make my way to Rachel's dressing room I feel pain blossom in my side. Pressing a hand against it, it comes away sticky with my own blood. Taking a steadying breath I press my hand firmly against my side, trying my best to staunch the blood flow.

Gritting my teeth I manage to walk the rest of the way to Rachel's dressing room. Giving a sharp rap on the door I lean against the wall trying to steady myself as I feel my limbs grow weaker.

The door opens quickly enough and I look up to see Dean standing there staring at me mouth agape before he begins barking orders. Kneeling next to me as the rest of the team rushes to do what is asked of them, Dean tries to keep my mind off of my injury but also in the present.

"Is Rachel okay?"

Dean looks at me, "Of course you would ask after the client when you are the one on the ground hurt. To answer your question, yes she is fine."

I smile thinly, "Good, I'm glad, and Dean you should see the other guy."

Dean looks at me and I can see the worry reflected in his eyes and I want nothing more to calm him but I am worried as well because in all honesty I might not make it out of here.

Taking a breath I pause a moment, gathering my thoughts before turning to Dean. "I need to tell you something, something I've never told anyone before."

He nods his head encouraging me to go on.

"In high school I was in love with this girl, a pretty petite brunette who had the voice of an angel. We were never really friends until senior year when we had a very tentative friendship but we lost touch when she went off to college, and I couldn't burdened her with my problems. After finishing my tour overseas with the Marines I came back stateside and got work but I always kept an eye on that girl's career. I never did get the chance to tell her I loved her."

I look up at Dean now and find his eyes misted over. "Quinn what do you want me to do?"

I smile softly at him, "I want you to tell her, if I don't make it out of here. There are letters stashed away in the top left drawer of my desk. Take them and give them to her. Promise me Dean, please do this for me."

"Quinn don't talk like that, you're going to make it and you can tell her yourself."

I smile weakly at him, "I don't know about that."

Finally the paramedics arrive and load me onto a stretcher, Dean walking with me the whole way leaving the other three to keep watch with Rachel.

As I am loaded into the waiting ambulance Dean looks at me, "Okay I'll do it, I'll get the letters to your girl, just tell me who it is."

As my eye sight grows dim I give him the answer. "It's Rachel, Rachel Berry."

Then all conscious thought fades as I hear the door to the ambulance shut and I pass into darkness.

Dean shifts nervously as he stands outside the door of the well-built house, but in his mind it looks more like a mansion. Smoothing his free hand down his pants, his other hand holding a bundle of letters, all of them addressed but never sent. After ringing the doorbell he stands waiting patiently for it to open. Finally after a few moments of waiting he hears movement on the other side of the door. The door opens and he finds himself face to face with Rachel Berry.

"Hello Ms. Berry, you might not remember-"

"I do remember you; you were part of the group who provided security for me at my most recent concert. How is your comrade? Is she okay?"

Dean lowers his head not wanting to look into those chocolate eyes. "That's why I'm here actually. She asked that I give you these."

He hands over the pile of letters to Rachel who stares wordlessly at them.

"Who are these from?"

Dean raises his hands in surrender, "Don't look to me for answers. It's not my story to tell but I'm sure you will find all you need in the letters you now hold. Good bye Ms. Berry."

Rachel watches as the man walks away leaving her bewildered and confused. In somewhat of a trance she walks back inside shutting the door.

Walking into the den she sits in a comfortable chair and sets about opening the first letter. The first thing that catches her eye is the date as it reads August 11, 2012, the year she graduated high school. Intrigued she keeps reading.

Rachel,

It has been hard not hearing from you for months now. I know you went off to New York and all and I'm here at Yale but I miss you and I want desperately to hear from you, but you have probably forgotten all about me. Not that I blame you for that, you are most likely hanging out with your new friends there in the city that never sleeps. I miss you so much Rachel but I am a coward. I always have been. Even in high school I hid behind my anger and cruelty but in truth I loved you, I've always loved you. I know that you won't ever get this because I won't send it but writing this at least eases the ache in my heart.

Always yours,

Quinn Fabray

Question swirl around in Rachel's head. Quinn wrote her letters? Quinn loved her? She couldn't believe the bomb that had just been dropped but the main question that was bothering her was that how did that guy come by these letters. Rachel stood quickly from where she is sitting and picked up her phone determined to find some answers.

I know you all want to kill me for starting a new Glee story but this idea has been killing me, and it needs to be done. It will be short I think 10 chapters at most.

And ugh I'm writing for Rachel and its killing me, not that I don't like Rachel more the actress that plays her. In total I have met her six times and each and everytime she has blown me off completely when I ask for a photo.

One of my friends even blogged about one of our horrible experiences, and suffice to say he is no longer a fan. If you all want to read it i will put the link on my profile page.