A/N Hi! I have 3 chapters completed of this fic, but i don't know how much more i will write. This is my first fic so please review!

Important: Every chapter includes independent story with different characters and pairings! Enjoy :)

- Come here honey, you're disturbing! Mr. Stone is painting your new room. - about a year old, blonde girl was lifted by her mom when trying to stand up, helping herself by grabbing a ladder.
- I shouldn't be here with you, it's such a mess - woman whispered half to daughter, half to herself, looking around at her new place. Everywhere were boxes, buckets with paint and old newspapers on the floor.
Quinn Fabray got this aparment half-price from her's mom fiance, who recently moved to Ohio. Raising a child in Yale campus was not such a good idea, so when her mom called her, she didn't have to think twice. But now, standing there in tracksuit covered with paint and child food and dust in her hair she was starting to worry, something she has never had time to. Was Manhattan worth leaving lecturer job? She had no clue what's gonna happen but having not facile life she wasn't scared of trying. Something's new must started for her not to go crazy after all what happened last year.
- Let's go for walk Rache . Maybe we get familiar with our new neighbourhood, huh?- she said and kissed daughter's hair - Mr. Stone, we'll be back in couple of hours.
- Sure. Have fun. - He was obviously not amused being left with all this, but he knew she didn't care anyway
Quinn washed her face, grabbed jeans and t-shirt, dressed little Rachel and left the appartment.

There was spring on Manhattan. 27 year-old-woman and her daughter reached a little theatre, almostly invisible near those huge Broadway one's and stopped. Quinn remembered when she was here for the first time, at nationals choir contest. While ago but still, she was grown-up back then already. That thought made her really sad, so she quickly turned around heading Central Park.

Sitting on a bench, watching teenagers playing freezbee and people passing by she couldn't believe she was there. She never thought about living in NY, especially after becoming best student of 2016 and getting a job on Yale. NY was just a place to go on weekend, hang around with friends, be cool. Till now. She deserved it.
Rache was sleeping peacefully in her pram. She was just like her father. Same lips, same hair. Beautiful and precious.
New Yorkers passing by in the rush seemed not to notice anyone around. Others jogging or walking with dogs, baby sitters with kids, all of them were living here in a greatest city in the world and now Quinn Fabray was part of it too.

One of the New Yorkers was the guy in big sunglasses, coffee in one hand and leather bag in the other. Quinn has seen this type of walking before, but as soon as she wanted to see his face he sat down on the opposite bench and covered himself with a book he just opened. Sunglasses weren't much helpful.
Trying to figure out the book title Quinn was too busy to notice two girls gigling right next to her. But in a few minutes they walked to the guy.
- Excuse us, can we have a picture with you? We've been on your yesterdays play - one girl said with a shy smile while the other was still half-giggling
- Sure - The guy looked at them kindly
- Holy shit! - that was the moment Quinn Fabray being with daughter in Central Park realised that right in front of her is sitting nobody else but Kurt Hummel.

- Excuse me, can I have a one too? - Quinn asked with the big smile on her face she couldn't get rid of
- Yes, of course - Kurt was about to look at his "fan" but as soon as he closed the book he saw Rache - what a lovely little girl! - He said and bend to not sleeping anymore girl
- Her name is Rachel she's your fan too - Quinn found this situation really amusing as Kurt hasn't looked at her yet
- Oh, really? And who let such a young lady into the theatre, huh? - he laughed when Rachel grabbed his finger
- Fabray's just love the music, that's all - Quinn said her surname as clearly as she possibly could
Kurt freezed. Yes, that voice, on of a kind, how could he not recognise it earlier?
- You haven't changed - he said when turning to Quinn.
- Nice to see you too, Hummel
First hug since the funeral was for her too much to bare, but she swallowed the tears and smiled to her friend.
- Let's take a walk
Kurt take Quinn's hand - I have a better idea!

- So, tell us, what are you doing in NY! - Blaine was really excited to have guest at home, especially as working as a writer he didn't have any, most of the time.
- I moved in - Quinn aswered sitting on a couch sipping a coffee from porcalaine cup - Or rather, i am moving in…
Kurt interfered quickly: - We're neighbours; Quinn lives on Manhattan!
- That's awesome! - excited Blaine was making Quinn uncomfortable but she forced the smile to him
- So you're just with Rachel here, or…? - being alone at home too much has taken away from Blaine his sense of timing. Kurt, holding his friend's daughter, immediately gave him "shut up" look but it was too late.
Quinn's face suddenly became morose.
- If you're asking if I'm married, I'm not. It's just me and Rache…
- Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask. - Blaine was already killed by Kurt's look - But i swear Quinn Fabray, if someone hurt you again i'll…
- Her father passed away - she responded quickly
- … I… I'm so sorry… - yes, that was not Blaine Anderson's day
Kurt looked at Quinn. Now he saw it. She was the strongest woman he ever know. And he knew her good enough to be aware she has to be alone for a while. Giving up on eye-signalizing Blaine he said to Rachel:
- I'll show you the view from uncle's tarace hon! - and left the room.

After having Beth in high school, Quinn never thought of getting married or have kids. She thought of herself as strong, independent woman, focusing on her own dreams.

If she can't have Beth, she won't let anyone to her life.
Logan Hunztberger was very famous person in Yale. Nobody excactly knew what was he doing, but giving a lot of many to the school. Quinn get to know him at her first day at work and she liked him. He was the person she never had - spontaneous and fun, but gentleman. Living in Ohio she would never met someone like that. As she has always been charming and pretty it wasn't hard to let him invite her for coffee.
That was really happy year for Quinn Fabray. Waking up every day near man that loved her she felt like never before.
When she discovered she was pregnant she freaked out. She was scared, she won't be able to forget Beth.
- Don't ever think you don't deserve something Quinn. - Logan used to tell her that every day if there was a need. He buried her insecurities once and for good.
5th month of her pregnancy and 3 weeks to the wedding. Telephone. Plane crush.

When their daughter was born and Quinn was holding her she looked in her eyes. Big and shiny, like stars.
- Rachel - Mom whispered to her baby. - This is very lucky name

- Rachel, don't touch this, it was very expensive - Kurt take the silver ashtray away from little girl. Quinn was trapped in the living room with the boggest gossip girl in NYC for half an hour alredy and he started feel pity for her. He entered the room.
Quinn and Blaine were sitting on a couch and laughing. They were watching tapes from choir contests.
- Omg, you looked so hilarious with this hair-gel! - Quinn uttered under laughter
- Yes! Thank God it's gone! - Kurt was already sitting with them.
- Like you always were looking fabulous… - Blaine laughed at his boyfriend
- Oh, yeah? Name one of mine outfits witch was uncool!
- I can name dozen! - Quinn responsed
Kurt gasped.
- Do I have to remind you about leather and pink hair…?
- Ok, ok, you were cool Hummel…

This night they watched all the tapes, including McKinley's West Side Story

They woke up at 9 am, still on the couch. New tradition was welcomed in Hummel-Anderson's house.