A/N: Gwah! Here I am again, writing more things even though I'm not that great at it. Oh well. Anyway, this isn't a songfic for once! But it is based on the song "The One That Got Away" by Katy Perry. It's my first multi-chapter fic and obviously, it's gonna be angsty, but this first chapter will be all nice and cute. Hope you guys enjoy it~

This fic is dedicated to Izabella G. D

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own Katy Perry or her song "The One That Got Away." I use them for the sake of entertaining you fine readers.


Finally. Her dream was coming true. She was in the city of her dreams.

New York.

Rachel Berry, from the small town of Lima, Ohio, was finally in the one place that was big enough for her dreams.

She had just graduated a two weeks ago and immediately prepared to make her departure. Her experience in William McKinley High wasn't the best in the world. Sure, she had friends, but the majority of the time was spent being rediculed and slushied. Whoever said high school was the best years of a teen's life was sadly mistaken. She was just more than happy to leave, of course, keeping in touch with the small glee club that became her family in those four years. But now, her future awaits.

The young diva had finished moving her things into her new loft and was now wandering around, planning routes and looking for places where she could relax after a long day at school. At NYADA. Rachel couldn't help but squeal at the thought. She was so wrapped up in her head that she didn't notice the person walking right in front of her until it was too late.

They collided, causing Rachel to fall.

"Oh, sorry! I wasn't paying attention. Are you all right?"

Rachel was about to stand up when the sultry voice above her halted her movements. She could've sworn she heard the voice of an angel. When a hand appeared in front of her face, the brunette looked up into the most beautiful, hazel eyes she's ever seen. She was speechless, which was quite a big deal for Rachel Berry, but the beauty before her just that stunning.

"Miss?"

Realizing that she had been staring at the other woman for a good while, Rachel snapped out of her reverie and took the offered hand in front of her.

"Oh! It's quite all right. I wasn't paying attention either."

Finally to her feet, the diva brushed the dirt off of her skirt before taking in the blond woman in front of her.

She was taller than Rachel, which wasn't hard, seeing as she was only five foot two. Her blond locks were cut short, barely grazing her shoulders. She had impeccable posture, framed by her baby doll dress and wedges. The brunette saw that she had a camera around her neck and wondered if she was a tourist. As far as Rachel was concerned, the woman didn't have the air of a tourist. She looked up at those stunning eyes again and smiled shyly. A lazy smile spread on the woman's face as she held out her hand once more.

"I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray."

Rachel took the offered hand and shook it. She hadn't noticed earlier, but when their hands connected, a jolt of electricity shot through her entire body. Now she knew what Danny Zukko meant when he sang about supplying power and being electrifying.

"I'm Rachel Berry. It's very nice to meet you, Quinn."

"Likewise. You live in the area? You don't seem like a city girl."

Rachel huffed and pouted, which caused Quinn to stifle a laugh. A small smile graced Rachel's lips before giggling softly.

"I do now. I just moved from Ohio."

The taller of the two nodded.

"I see. How about I show you around? I live with my parents in the suburbs, but I come to the city all the time. I'm actually moving here soon to go to Columbia."

Normally, Rachel would be wary about accepting invitations from strangers, but for some reason, she believed that she could trust Quinn.

"I'd like that. Thank you."

-Summer after high school, when we first met-

For the rest of the summer, Quinn and Rachel met up almost every day to spend time together. It was as though they had seamlessly transitioned to best friends status. They were close enough for Rachel to offer Quinn her apartment to stay and room together.

Quinn has finally moved all of her stuff in and settled into the loft she now shares with her favorite brunette. In celebration, the duo went out to eat.

After dinner, the two filed into Quinn's Mustang and drove off.

One thing that Rachel learned about her companion was that she loved vintage things. Clothes, records, and other knick-knacks decorated the shared living space, and Quinn loved it all. Her car was no different. It was old and needed special parts nowadays, but it was Quinn's baby. She even named it Beth.

Now, the two of them are sitting in said Mustang, at a quiet section of the boardwalk at Coney Island, overlooking the water. Radiohead was blasting from the stereo and they were just rocking out, enjoying each other's company. Soon enough, a slow ballad started to play, allowing the duo to relax and catch a breath. That didn't last long though. Hazel eyes met with chocolate ones as neither of them spoke, only allowing the music to fill the silence. As if pulled closer by magnets, Quinn and Rachel inched closer. They stopped, only centimeters apart, to assure that both wanted this, before closing the gap.

Lips melded together perfectly.

-Make out in your Mustang to Radiohead-

School was killer for both Quinn and Rachel. Both had so much schoolwork to deal with. Quinn had various literature and writing classes whereas Rachel had theater class and a dance class with a devil of an instructor. The only upside to their college days was their time together after school, no matter how tired they were.

Right now, they were planning for Rachel's 18th birthday. Just a small party that no doubt will get out of hand, knowing the friends they've made at school. A lot of singing will happen, that's for sure. It would be good fun to have before the two join Quinn's parents for Christmas/Hanukkah, since Rachel's fathers were spending their Christmas in Paris.

"Rach. What do you want for your birthday?"

"You~" Rachel replied, a sing-song lilt passing her lips. The response was awarded with a gentle smack on the arm and a giggle.

"You already have me, dear." They shared a chaste kiss. "And you know what I meant. What do you want?"

The small diva placed her hand on her chin in a thinking gesture. After a few moments, she snapped her fingers.

"A tattoo!"

The blond beauty could only blink at her girlfriend.

"A tattoo? Really?"

"Yup. I've always wanted a gold star tattoo somewhere on my back. Because, as you know, gold stars are my thing."

Quinn laughed. "Yeah, I know. So a gold star tattoo? I'll pay for it. One of my classmates knows a really good, reliable tattoo artist. We can make the appointment."

Letting out an excited squeal, Rachel dove at her girlfriend, peppering her face with kisses. Quinn let out a series of giggles until she was able to catch Rachel's lips with her own.

"It's really no big deal, Rachel. You know I'd do anything for you."

The brunette could only look at her blond lover in awe before placing a soft kiss upon her lips. When they parted, Rachel bit her lower lip, suddenly anxious. Quinn tilted her head slightly, silently asking her what was wrong.

"Quinn…would you get a one with me? Like, a matching tattoo?"

Taken aback, the Columbia student just looked at Rachel. Various emotions crossed Quinn's face, before stopping on adoration. A smile spread on her lips as she nodded.

"Yeah. I'll do it."

-And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos-

Snow fell silently as the lovebirds sat on the balconey at Quinn's parents' house, each sipping a glass of liquor that was pilfered from the Fabray cabinet. They cuddled together under the thick blanket and watched the snow slowly grow on the ground. Rachel laid her head on Quinn's shoulder and sighed softly.

"Quinn?"

"Hm?"

"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

Silence filled the air as Quinn thought about the question.

"I'd be a famous photographer, writing a screenplay just for the hell of it. I'd let my muse direct me wherever and follow. Once I've settled in my career, I'd start a family and live peacefully with the person I love."

Rachel couldn't help but smile when Quinn mentioned a family. She could see herself marrying Quinn one day, having a family together, all the while still having an active career. The only person she could see a future with was Quinn.

"I would ask you the same question, but we all know how your future's going to go, sweetheart."

They snuggled closer and simply enjoyed each other's presence until their glasses were empty. They went to bed, sleeping in each other's arms and dreaming of a future with the two of them together.

-Talk about the future like we had a clue-

-Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you-


A/N: First chapter done! Nice right? Eh. I tried, I suppose. Anyway, reviews are much appreciated. I do love everyone who reviews. You guys make my heart flutter in happiness~

But now to plan a chapter to break all your hearts.