The crowds parted, allowing her to walk through the halls freely without anyone in her way. All eyes were on her as she strode with her head held high and an air of importance about her. Everyone could see that the old Quinn Fabray was back, the HBIC was reinstated in her and that meant everyone knew to stay out of her way. The look of determination and purpose was evident on her face as she continued down the hall. The students of McKinley High could only hope that they were not in any way involved in whatever scheme she was planning, as they all knew the wrath of Quinn Fabray was not something anyone wished to have upon them.

Quinn allowed a quick smirk to play across her face before she placed her uncaring and emotionless mask back on. She couldn't deny that she had missed this. The way everyone at school feared her and made sure to get out of her way when they saw her coming. She knew that they all saw it on her face; everyone knew that she was up to something. However, she was pretty sure that whatever they were guessing it was, they were far from the truth.

Yes she had a plan and yes she was as determined about it succeeding as she was with any other plan she had ever had, if not more so. But this time her plan was not selfish. Well maybe it was a bit. But this time it was not about popularity or getting back on the Cheerios or choosing a certain boy to help her climb her way back up the social ladder. Neither was she a part of any scheme Sue Sylvester was hatching. No, the days of her doing that woman's dirty work was far behind her. So were the days where all she cared about was what people thought about her. Well what most people thought about her, she cared a lot about what one particular person thought of her. In fact that was mainly what her plan was all about.

It all started in the Summer Holidays. Well in hindsight it actually started a long time before that, but the part that is relevant right now started one summer night at the Fabray household.

'Hello?' her mother answered the phone politely.

'O hello Patty!'

'What? Really? Oh dear.'

Quinn could only hear one side of the conversation, but it was obvious something bad had happened.

'That is terrible.'

'Yes of course, of course'

'Uh huh. Uh huh. Yes. Okay. Noooo!'

'Oh okay. Yes okay.'

'See you then sweetie'

'Yes okay. Bye.

Judy walked back to the dinner table and sat down with a solemn look on her face.

'What was that about mum?' Quinn asked hesitantly

'Oh umm. I'm not sure how to tell you this, but George has died.'

'Oh. That's…sad.'

Quinn racked her brain for a long while, but she couldn't get to it and so she had to ask.

'Sorry mum but uhh who is George?'

'George. You know George.' Her mother answered unhelpfully.

'Uhh no I don't. Well I certainly don't remember him.'

'Oh Quinnie you are ever so forgetful. George is your father's uncle's cousin.' Judy said and looked at Quinn expecting her to suddenly remember.

'What? Seriously, you expect me to remember my father's auntie's son's cousin's uncle or whatever it was?' Quinn replied amazed at her mother.

'First of all he is your father's uncle's cousin. Don't over exaggerate' Judy said sighing 'and also you should remember him. He is the one who gave you that lovely doll for your birthday.'

'What the doll that had a crazy eye, which I received on my 5th birthday?' Quinn replied with a hint of disgust in her voice as she remembered the doll. It always freaked her out and gave her nightmares of dolls waking in the night and killing her in her sleep. Only when she was young of course. She wasn't afraid of it now…

'Yes that one' her mother's voice broke her from her train of thoughts about dolls and zombies combining forces.

'Well anyway, even if you don't really remember him it is still sad isn't it?' Judy continued as Quinn wasn't responding.

'Yeah I guess it is. Any death is sad, of course' Quinn replied honestly. She may not really know him and what she could vaguely remember she didn't like, but that didn't mean she was at all happy that the man was dead. She wasn't cold hearted like everyone thought she was.

'The funeral is this Friday by the way, so make sure you don't have any plans with Santana and Brittany then okay?'

'Sure mum. I'll call Santana now and tell her I can't go to Breadstix with them anymore' she said as she got up to go make the call.

The funeral wasn't too bad. She was kind of dreading it because you always picture funerals to be depressing and dark. But this one was actually okay. It's not like people were jumping up and down or singing for joy, but it wasn't depressing either. The idea of the funeral seemed to be more about celebrating Jeff's life. No George's life. Oops! Rather than crying that he had lost his life. However there was one moment in the funeral where things did get quite heavy. Well they did for Quinn anyway. George's best friend was at the front reminiscing about the fun they had had together, when he suddenly started talking about how George was the type of person who went for things. If he wanted it, he would go after it. The best friend then said he wished more people were like that and then he said 'and if George could leave you with one last message, I am sure that he would simply say 'Go for it. Whatever it is that you want but are too afraid to chase after, you go get it. Before it is too late.'

Go get it. Before it is too late.

The words still rang loud in Quinn's ears as she reached her locker. Opening it she began thinking about how exactly she was going to 'go get it'. When she had heard what the man at the funeral said she felt something inside her wake up. Those words hit home and she knew in that moment that she needed to do something. She wasn't normally one for believing in fate and all that, but she did truly believe that she was meant to be at that funeral and hear those words in order for her to realise that she needed to chase after what she wanted rather than sit around and mope about it like she had been. However, she hadn't exactly worked out an exact plan. She just knew she was going to do it. All she needed was step one and she was good to go.

'Yo Fabray!' a familiar voice called out.

Sure enough, as Quinn turned around she saw Santana making her way towards where she stood. 'How you feeling after last night? Hope you're not too hung over!'

'S I didn't even drink. Did you?' Quinn asked, although she was pretty sure she already knew the answer to that.

'Duh I did! The real question is why the hell you didn't!' was her oh-so-charming response.

'Umm cause I didn't want to be hung over or even still drunk on the first day back at school.'

'Yeah yeah whatever. You are way to frigid, you need to loosen up a bit y'know?

'Yes I am well aware that that is what you think. It's all you have really been telling me over the summer. That and you are so so sorry for all you did to hurt me' Quinn said the last bit in a cute baby way whilst pinching Santana's cheek.

'Get off me. I didn't ever say such a thing!' she gasped, swatting Quinn's hand away.

'Yeah you did actually. Every time you got drunk you would hold onto me and cry, telling me you were sorry and please would I forgive you! So really it was every night you did that. Ask Britt if you don't believe me. Speaking of which, where is B?' Quinn asked looking around. Since the two had officially started dating over the summer, they were practically inseparable and so seeing Santana without Brittney was quite odd.

'I am going to choose to ignore you making fun of me and telling horrid lies about me because I do not wish to ruin our newly mended friendship. B would get upset if we started fighting again. And as of Britt, she is speaking to her new English teacher about something. Gonna go get her in a few minutes.' Santana's mild anger had visibly vanished as she talked about Brittney, a small smile and a faraway gaze on her face.

Quinn just smiled knowingly. She usually teased Santana about how whipped she was, but today she would let it slide. And in all honesty she was so happy for her two best friends. She had witnessed first-hand how much pain they had both gone through as they struggled, well Santana struggled, to understand the feelings they shared for one another. Also Quinn was jealous. Very jealous actually because she wanted what they had, more than they could ever know.

'Well I'll see you later bitch' Santana called out as she walked off to meet Brittney.

Quinn just smiled and turned back to her locker. She gathered her books and was about to head to class when her eyes caught something. She turned her head to look properly and she allowed a huge grin to spread across her face as she looked upon the one thing she wanted. The thing she was determined to get, no matter what. She was about to walk over when she saw something else that stopped her in her tracks and took the smile right off her face. The main thing that stood in her way to getting her one desire was now also in her line of view. She had forgotten about that one small problem when she had decided to 'chase her dreams'.

She looked sadly at the scene in front of her and her heart ached a little at the sweetness she was witnessing. Then her heart seemed to drop into her stomach as she saw her main obstacle reach down and take claim to the one thing she most desired.

She watched sadly as Finn bent down and softly kissed Rachel on the lips.