Title: Nevermind I'll find someone like you (inspired by Adele obviously)

A/N :Set 10 years after graduation, Quinn thinks maybe it's time to face her feelings. Not beta'ed, mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

Part 1 : 10 years after graduation.

Rachel was on Broadway and there was nothing surprising in this. She made her way out of Lima just like Quinn thought she would. She sang her way to the top like Quinn knew only she could.

She saw her on the news, ten years older and still shinning like the star sticker she used to put on audition sheets. Quinn smiled at the memory but the smile quickly disappeared and she thought bitterly about her former self being so foreshadowing. She was still in Lima, she was a successful real estate agent; and the only breach in her prediction was that she wasn't married to Finn. She wasn't married at all, actually. She wasn't unhappy, she liked her job and she still saw Brittany and Santana everytime they came to visit their parents. But she always had this feeling of being stuck, like the prediction she made in high school bounded her to this future without allowing her to actually decide otherwise. She just let it happen. She let it happen when they lost nationals, when she quit Glee club, when she shut down the most honest offer of friendship she got from Rachel after she and Finn broke up, again and for good. She let it all slip away when she sent her application letter to the real estate agency of Lima.

So she wrote instead. She wrote stories of her life, of herself travelling the world, being the best reporter America ever had, being the successful seductive girl she wish she was. She lived through it and let her life slip away. It hit her in the face when she saw Rachel's video of a live concert where she was singing Get It Right. She was beautiful and her voice still made her shiver like she was singing in front of her.

"It's time to make a little change here Fabray" she said to herself.

The glance she took at the mirror confirmed her she definitely had to do something. She was still pretty, but she was still a lot more than that. She grabbed a pen and did what she did best, she wrote. A letter this time.

Dear Rachel,

A white page didn't usually freak her out but this time was different. This time it had to mean something to someone she knew and, if she was honest to herself, someone she cared about. A lot. Someone she pushed away 10 years ago, and barely spoke to on Senior year. Someone who made her heart beat faster everytime she sang a song.

I have just seen your perform Get It Right on tv, and it brought back a lot of stuff I probably should have told you earlier. About time, I know. I guess I never realized how much I missed before I actually decided to open my eyes. First I think I owe you an apology for turning down your friendship offer in high school. You were honest with me, and most of all you were genuinely concerned when no one seemed to care and I guess it didn't take more than that to scare me away. I would also apologize for the slap I gave you at the prom but you said you kind of enjoyed the drama of it if I remember correctly so I'll let it at that. Then I'd like to say- because I'm not even sure I actually told you once in high school -that your voice seems surreal coming out of a tiny woman like you. I wish you all the best,

Quinn Fabray

She wrote it multiple times with slight changes, a word here, a coma there, but in the end she always found it so lame she almost ripped it in half. She didn't though, because she wanted things to change, and if she had to be seen like a Lima-loser by one of the rising star of Broadway in order to get there, then be it. She sent it first thing in the morning on her way to work the day after and tried to keep her mind busy the whole day to avoid being tortured by her doubting mind.

On Friday, as usual, she parked her car in the alley of her little house, she greeted her dog : a Labrador answering to the name Atticus and she got her mail. She went through it and stopped on her doorstep when she saw a letter with a golden star on the top right corner. Rachel's writing was still the same, reflecting her enthusiasm in everything she did. So the address she found on a fan's website was correct. Some people could be really creepy but in this case, it was in her favor.

She waited a little to open it, and found herself pathetic because this was the first thing exciting that happened to her in quite some time. Then again, it made her realize that when you want things to happen, you have to give them a push.

The letter was disappointing by its length and confusing by its content.

Dear Quinn,

It wasn't just a friendship offer.

Rachel Barbra Berry

In the envelope she also found two tickets to a show in a little café-théâtre in Paris. It was in two weeks.

She could totally find Rachel in the joined tickets, her way of saying that if she thought she was a great singer then maybe she could come see her sing. Maybe she could have done it earlier, too. But the friendship statement? Short, cold. Rachel usually used a lot of words to express herself but no explanation was given here.

She let the letter on the counter of the kitchen and went on the computer to check her emails just like she did everyday. Change was good, but it was also confusing. Since she didn't know what to think of it yet, she decided that she'd better not to think about it at all. When the logo of American Airlines appeared on her screen she decided maybe it was time to stop pretending. She checked the prices but already knew it didn't matter really. She had money, she had worked enough in the past 10 years to be allowed to take 3 months of vacation with her boss's blessing and most of all she wanted to see Rachel. She booked her tickets and 6 nights in a nice hotel in Paris. She might as well enjoy her time there.