A/N :: This is my first fanfiction, much less my first one with chapters.

All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer :: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, they belong to an evil man by the name of Ryan Murphy who needs them taken from him until he learns to treat them fairly, and properly.

It had been around ten years; ten years since senior year ended and her life in New York began. She had lost contact with nearly everyone. She still heard from Kurt, and Santana always made sure to check up on her occasionally, even Noah kept touch, sometimes. Everyone else, had become extremely distant since, well, he died. Finn's death had shaken everyone in its own way, but she never expected it to tear the bonds that had turned New Directions from a group of mismatched teenagers to National Champions, in a little under three years. Finn had been their leader, the strongest bond that had held them together, and she supposed that with him gone, the bonds would unravel slowly, but instead, most of them snapped apart, at least for her.

She lost contact with everyone for three months, but when she tried to get back in touch, no one responded to her texts, emails, or calls. It had broken her heart that much further and she did many reckless things in the months that would follow, including a lot of travel to New Haven that no one, not even Santana, could determine the meaning. Everyone figured, after a while, that Quinn was helping her grieve, and in a way, she was, but none of that mattered anymore, that was the past.

The present had her on a train back to Lima, Ohio, back to McKinley High School, for her ten-year high school reunion. She knew that it was likely a waste of her time, taking the trip, but she had nothing on her schedule for the next few weeks, and she had not visited her fathers in some time, so she figured it was a viable excuse. Her father's worried about her every day since Finn died, but their worry increased as she plunged herself into her work, graduating from NYADA at the top of her class, even surpassing Kurt, before heading straight to Broadway, never even slowing down enough to find a new love, which no one really understood.

As the train pulled into the station, she collected her bags and headed off, ignoring everything and everyone around her, even as she caught a glimpse of a blonde of average height, with pink highlights, that looked a tad too familiar to claim it as just mere coincidence. However, she ignored the butterflies that rose in her stomach, chalking them up to the event that someone planned for that night. The members that led New Directions to their first, of many, National Championships were meeting at McKinley, for "old time's sake" before heading to Breadstix. Originally, she had not planned to go, however, her fathers refused to see her unless she went. Thus, she had agreed to go, reluctantly, but she agreed.

Her fathers picked her up from the train station, happy to see her and the woman she had become. Her delight in seeing them did not come close to her fathers' enthusiasm in seeing her, but again, she chalked it up to nervousness, which raised a chuckle out of everyone, even if she had to force hers. Her dads drove her around Lima, showing her the changes that the town went through since she had last been in town.

The drive was a great distraction, but with it came the time before the New Directions meet up pass by, much too fast. Thus, before she knew it, her fathers were dropping her off at McKinley. She felt sick, nervous, much unlike any other time she had arrived at the school, however, she caught sight of Santana standing up ahead, talking with someone, whom she assumed was Brittany, due to the other female's height on the Latina, and the sickness faded to a dull flutter. She quickened her pace, only to hear a very happy squeal of, "RACHEL!" before the blonde that Santana spoke with rushed forward and wrapped her in a hug. The hug was bone crushing, and only one person gave bone-crushing hugs. "Brittany, I can't breathe," she managed, her eyes going wide as a small smile fell into place on her face.

The tall blonde let her go, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, her smile wide and her eyes sparkling with that same childish innocence that they had in high school. Santana walked up behind Brittany and wrapped her in a side-hug, causing the blonde to stop her bouncing, which Santana rewarded with a small peck on the cheek. "You're late Rach, everyone else is already inside," Santana said, no malice in her voice, meaning she was either in a really good mood, or Brittany had her whipped, Rachel figured it was a mix of the two options, but more of the latter than the prior.

"Sorry, Dad and Daddy got to talking and lost track of time, now let's get inside before I am even later," she said, causing Santana to raise an eyebrow at her, before shrugging and turning back towards the building. They made their way to the choir room, where everyone was waiting for them. As Rachel walked in, she caught sight of everyone in the room and she stopped in her tracks. Everyone had changed. Sam and Mercedes were sitting hand in hand, as were Mike and Tina. Artie and Noah were in suits…wait, Noah in a suit, was she seeing things, likely. Rory and Sugar were sitting together, Sugar partly in his lap, which did not surprise Rachel too much. Kurt and Blaine were whispering in each other's ears, wide grins on their faces, and a sense of true happiness in their eyes. Joe Hart seemed the least changed, his hair was longer and he had more tattoos, but nothing was too different about him.

Then her eyes met a set of hazel eyes, the last pair in the room, and those eyes begged for something, something Rachel would not indulge. Instead, she quickly looked over the body of the owner of those hazel eyes or rather she tried. She found herself taking in every detail of the owner of those hazel eyes. She took notice of the short blonde hair with pink highlights, the way an eyebrow arched as she continued to look, the way the other female's breasts moved beneath her shirt as she breathed, before finally falling to the ground, catching sight of a pair of skin-tight jeans and black boots to finish out the look.

Santana, who had reached a seat with Brittany, turned around to look at Rachel who still stood in the doorway. "You okay Rach? You seem a little flustered," she asked, as Rachel snapped to attention, rubbing the back of her neck with a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I'm fine, just, remembering things," she said. She was not lying, because she was remembering things, but not things she wanted to remember. "Okay, if you say so. Well, I heard from a little birdie, that Q over there has a song she'd like to perform for us, so, get your ass up there Q," Santana instructed in a light-hearted manner, that left Quinn raising her eyebrow, yet again.

Thank you for reading. Please review. I am open to all criticism, provided it is constructive, so do not flame.

The next chapter should be up soon, within the next few days.