6.6.12
A/N ~So I am pretty new still to Fan Fiction. But I am very addicted! J
There is a lot of back-story in this chapter to set up the story, sorry about that!
This story is going to be about Quinn/Rachel meeting up about 8 years or so after High school. Quinn is a modestly successful architectural designer, who owns a high demand architectural company. Rachel is coming off a highly successful Broadway/Recording Artist career, needing to escape the daily pressure. They meet by chance, on a combined project and we shall see where they will lead us…. J
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Annoyed Quinn looked at her watch, glanced through her glass walls to see her assistant finally coming back to her desk, smiling at Quinn as if nothing was wrong.
"Elaina!" she called out lauder then needed, and watched the girl jump to her feet and head into Quinn's office.
"Yeah Boss?" she cocked her hip, and leaned against the door jam half in Quinn's office and half out.
"Did you clear my schedule like I asked?"
"When did you ask me to do that?" she wondered looking confused.
"Elaina your fired! This makes the fourth time this week you have screwed up my schedule. I have a flight in 45 minutes to head to Ohio. Which you booked for the wrong time. You lost the new blue prints for the Worthington house, and then canceled their appointment for the second time. Not to mention that you double book two clients at the same time. I'm sorry I really am. But this isn't going to work out."
"You can't fire me. You know who my daddy is!"
"And I hired you as a favor to him, that was a mistake I can see that now. Please clean out your desk. I will have payroll cut you a check." Quinn reached for her phone on her desk calling Margret her personal manager.
"Yes, Quinn."
"Hey Maggie. I am sorry for the extra paperwork, but I just had to let Elaina go. Please have payroll cut her a check, send up security and find me a new assistant please. Diana can handle things while I am gone for the weekend, it shouldn't be too busy this weekend."
"Sorry about this Quinn. I know that you were doing Roger a favor , even if we both knew it was a bad idea. You did try." Maggie sighed. "I can try a temp agency, that way we can take our time finding a suitable replacement this time."
"Thanks Maggie." Quinn hung up the phone. Picked up the Worthington blue prints, noticed the security member coming up the hall.
Quinn grabbed her bag and headed to Diana's desk that was across from Elaina's. She was on the phone talking in a hushed tone trying to cover the phone so that was Elaina was yelling about was muffled. Quinn waited for the girl to hang up the phone. She was young write out of high school, Diana was Maggie's granddaughter she was a very good secretary, if she wasn't going to school full time Quinn might ask her to become her assistant. "Ms. Fabray." Diana smiled.
"Diana I am leaving for the weekend. I will be in Ohio, if there is an emergency which I do not for see go ahead and call me on my cell. I will otherwise be back on Tuesday. Here are the Worthington Blueprints that I have redrawn up. I know it is last minute but I need them to be couriered over no later then 5 that only gives you a little under 2 hours to have that done.
"That is ok Ms. Fabray I can have it delivered on time. "
"Thank you Diana have a good weekend."
"Your welcome, have a safe trip and enjoy your weekend too." Diana was already on the phone with a courier company when Quinn pushed the elevator button. She was going to just make it to the airport, talk about traveling light, she had nothing but the clothes on her back.
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Rachel looked out the window up at the dilapidated building on 42nd street with a critical eye. It was the 5th property she had seen today, it was a building build in the 1900's which was what she was looking for. 42nd Street was much different from what it had once been, but this property had remained on the market, for some unforeseen reason. " So Ms. Berry as you can see this has that Old time Broadway feeling you where looking for . It it's original days it sat over 1000 people, there are two balconies. Over ten feet in each wing, over 10 dressing rooms. The front of the theater was used as a office building. But I am sure that you will be able to put in that small apartment you were thinking about, a few studios and an office . According to specs there is roughly 10 thousand square feet for the theater, another 4 thousand for behind the curtain. And the office building section with the 5 floors and lobby is roughly another 8 thousand. "Lorne her real estate agent read threw the MLS sheet that he had clipped to clipboard. Rachel had connected with Lorne right away once the awkwardness of who she was wore off. She like his detailed organized, all business attitude.
"Looks smaller then that." Rachel shaded her eyes against the sun and paneled up her gaze to the top floor. "What about the roof?"
"Sorry about that I wasn't able to ascertain that detail. The agent was giving me the run around. She didn't even want to come out here to meet with us. As to the size we can hire someone to come out to do measurements for us, and an inspection if your interested."
"Ok lets go inside." Rachel followed his lead. Loving the old theater concession stand , as at one point someone had turned the theater into a movie theater. "Is it being sold as in everything included?"
"Is it. I had a feeling you would like the charm of this one. It has most of its original fixtures and materials from the 1900. So here we go as you can see the entrance for the studios was on the left of the theater doors we can check that out after if you would like."
Rachel nodded taking of her sunglasses and watching her step. It didn't seem that anyone was taking any pride in owning this property. There were was trash from squatters. The carpers were in ill repair and the walls were rudely and crudely destructed. With her above average hearing she was able to hear rodents scarring. "We will have to look into a animal friendly exterminator, I can hear them." she shivered.
Lorne smiled, this was further then they had gotten with the other 75 properties, Lorne was holding back his ace in the hole. He watched the diva as she headed to the double heavy oak doors and pushed them open, and gasped. "Oh my god!" she slipped in , he followed catching her doing a twirl in the large aisle.
Rachel's eyes went everywhere. It was completely devastated, seats where destroyed. There were burn holes in the carpet, the stage was missing slats of wood. The ceiling was falling down in places the curtains were torn and lifeless. The windows that flanked the right and left where shattered, there was no orchestra pit. But for every negative she found she still saw the beauty of what it had once been. The grandeur of the plush seats the large dome ceiling the 8 opera boxes. The old style feel of having windows in a theater, the large stage. She closed her eyes and saw the opening scene of Funny Girl and goose bumps ran out over her skin. "I'll take it."
Lorne laughed and shook his head. "Wait you have to see behind the stage the office space, or even the real selling point." he took her hand and led her down to stage left.
"Yes of course." she nodded, as if agreeing but inside she knew this was it, She was home, and there was no place like home.
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Quinn stretched after de-boarding the plane. She smiled as the families united around her, she always was a sucker for a happy family reunion. Seeing as she never had had one. She had left Ohio on a wing and scholarship, without the blessing from her family. She had been disowned for the second time when she informed them that she was going to college out of state, and not staying in Ohio or going to the community college , so that she could find a husband and start having children. No Quinn Fabray took her inheritance from her grandmother and hopped on a plane not looking back, not having seen of spoken to her parents in over 8 years.
However she was back now. It was expected when these types of things happened. Her father might have been inmpossible to live with and completely unbending, but he was still her father. No one had contacted her until he was already gone. He had been ill for weeks, with a rare form of phenomena, but no one had called her until he took his final breath. Quinn was angry, she would have liked to have had a last moment to speak to her father and at least told him that she forgave him and loved him, even if he didn't feel the same. She was mad at her mother from closing her out of even that, but calling her to coldly inform her of the funeral arrangements and that it was expected that she return to show her respect.
She had been back in Ohio however to see Beth , at least once a month. To be the maid of honor at Santana's and Brittany's commitment ceremony, and then also the official wedding that they did with the justice of peace in Connecticut. She still spoke to quite a few of her high school friends, but she hadn't spoke to her own immediately family.
"Hey Q!" Quinn smiled when both Santana and a very pregnant Brittany squeezed her tight .
"Brittany I hate you. You look so good 7 months pregnant it should be against the law!"
"That is my girl." Santana smiled, and kissed Brittany on the mouth, Quinn watched as they shared a secret smile and then Brittany laid her hand on Santana's tummy and that was when Quinn noticed the pronounced bump.
"Oh Santana!" Quinn crushed her into her arms, in delight. Santana had been trying to get pregnant for the last 4 years, they had finally tossed in the towel and Brittany gave it a try. "What happened? I am so happy for you."
" I am only 3 and a half months. We used the same donor that Britt used, and this time we got lucky. We were surprised at first then worried, I wasn't thinking, being a little jealous that Britt got pregnant first time around. And here we are." Santana smirked. "Sorry we didn't tell you, I wanted to make sure this time."
Quinn nodded knowing how devastated they had been with every failed attempt. "I am so happy for you both! This is amazing." Quinn just smiled, she loved that her friends were so happy. They were going to be such great moms, a loving foundation for their family. "So how are things?"
"The firm is doing well. Brittany's dance studio is doing well, though she misses the kids and dancing, I keep catching her sneaking off for visits when she is suppose to be resting. " Santana shoot a dirty look at her wife, who just stuck her tongue out and laughed at her. Santana rolled her eyes and focused back on Quinn. "So how are you holding up?"
"I'm fine. Pissed off that I am the last to know.. Sad that I didn't get to say goodbye, but I am ok. Work is good. I just had to fire another assistant." The girls continued their conversation to Santana's SUV and headed to the one bedroom loft apartment that Quinn kept over Brittany's studio and Santana's law office.
Quinn suffered threw the funeral, standing or sitting stiffly between her mother and her older sister during the wake, funeral, and reception after the funeral. She said what she was suppose to, she shook hands, she hugged her other family members and family friends. She slipped quietly out of the house at 9 that evening after most of the guest had left, and headed back to her apartment. She called Shelby to let her know she was in town and would like to see Beth the following day. Then she laid in bed and stared at the ceiling all night, at 9am she rolled out of bed and got dressed to see Beth.
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** One month later **
"Quinn?" Violet called from the doorway. Quinn looked up at the older woman with a smile. Maggie had out done herself with her new assistant.
"Yes Violet?"
"I am sorry about this interruption. It's just that with Carl and his wife taking off on that last minute trip. Well some of his clients are in limbo, I was able to reschedule the majority of them."
"Not every day that your child decides to get married out of the blue in China, I think I can cut Carl some slack." Quinn laughed.
"Yes, that is …I didn't mean it that way, and you damn well know it." she laughed at her boss. "What I am telling you is that you promised to pick up his slack." Quinn nodded looking over the blue prints on her drafting board. "Well the client is quite insistent on meeting no later then today, as they have a tight demanding schedule."
"Ok no problem I can do it today. When ?"
"Apparently in 30 minutes, at least it is on 42nd street." Quinn snapped her head to meet Violet's.
"Your kidding me right?"
"No, I'm sorry I wasn't able to get through to the client. Finally resorted to leaving a message. Then received a demanding phone call explaining that that was completely unacceptable, that was seven and a half minutes ago."
"Damn ok. Does Carl have a folder on them so I am not going in blind?"
Violet handed it to her. "The company is called Broadway Bound, the contact person is Yarin. He is a bit high strung. It's a bid on renovation on a small theater. He will be meeting you there along with some city inspector. I really am sorry to throw this at you. I had thought that this one of all the reschedules would have been the easiest and left it for last."
"Don't worry about it Violet. We can make this work, your coming with me though." Quinn would have felt bad about asking a 60 year old woman to walk two blocks to a location. That was if she didn't know that the woman ran three marathons every year, and walked the four blocks to work every morning. She was in better shape then Quinn.
"OK let me get my briefcase and we can head out. I'll let Diana know, see you at the elevator.
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Rachel took off her sun glasses and leaned to the left of the elevator. The electric was on, but she wasn't chancing it. She looked over at Yarin who was shaking his head as if she was nuts for evening thinking it was an option. Rachel laughed. "OK we'll take the stairs." she lead the way up to the second floor of the building front there were three studios on this floor and on the one above it. She had no plans to change either floor it was laid out perfect with the open front of the 42nd street by 10 foot ceiling to floor windows. The mirrored walls would have to be replaced on each side of each studio, but the mirrors that were not damaged could be recycled to a community project company. "Yarin can you start taking notes? I want to recycle all the materials that are salvageable that we aren't going to use. I want them to be reused by someone that needs it. I want to keep the studios as is other then restoring them to the original and updating it with state of the art technology. In the second floor is where I want the two vocal studios they will need to reinforced and sound proof, maybe all of them haven't decided." she muttered to herself. "But at least the second floor for sure. Let me know if I am going to fast."
"Nope keep going."
"Ok what time is that architect coming?"
"In about 10 minutes. We can finish up here and head down to meet him if you like." Rachel nodded and looked around one more time.
"Remind me to bring up the bathrooms with them, I want them to be set up like a dressing room with like 8 individual mirrors and a storage place for makeup and hanging locker at each station for clothing." when he nodded and began writing again she took his arm and led him down the stairs, he tended to be a little clumsy.
"Ms.? Can I have a minute of your time I would like to go over your decision of pest control.
Rachel groaned refrained from rolling her eyes, nodded and tapped a distracted Yarin . "I'll be right back. I doesn't think one is going to work out either." Rachel grumbled under her breath about inconsiderable stupid exterminators that didn't understand her vegan animal loving ways. Within minutes of following the man and listening to him, she thanked him for his time and asked him to leave. Watching as he huffed and puffed about tree hugging idiots destroying the planet. Which she found vastly amusing and she was still chucking when she headed back into the lobby, well that was until she noticed who Yarin was talking to. Memories of high school, slushie facials, cruel nicknames, and fighting over boys came rushing back to her. Damn what is Quinn Fabray doing in my theater?
Rachel took in the sight of the three of them talking Yarin was giving them details that they had gone over for the renovation, she noticed both women's briefcases and reality sunk in. Damn! Suck it up Rachel Berry you aren't the same girl anymore. Your are a famous Broadway star, and what she thinks doesn't matter anymore, and it never should have. You are a famous actress, fake it until you can crack later in private. Straitening her shoulders she stepped away from the darkened theater and slapped a insanely fake smile on her lips.
"Quinn Fabray! What a surprise and joy it is to see you." she said walking over to her to give her the posh kiss on each cheek.
"Berry?" Quinn muttered shocked to see the little dive standing before her.
"Wait you know one another?" Yarin said looking back and forth between there faces,
"Oh yes we go way back. How have you been Quinn, my condolences on your loss. "
"Yes thank you the flowers you sent were lovely. I am fine thank you." Quinn was in a whirlwind of confusion. Just as she had been to have seen the flowers from the diva at her father's funeral. Quinn hadn't seen or spoken to Rachel since the last day of high school when they all had watched from the train platform as she onto the train to New York . She had left Finn, at his request, and never had looked back from what she could understand. She had followed her career, who hadn't …. In 8 years Rachel had graduated NYADA then fell into her first role before graduation and had since stared in 6 shows …won 5 Tony awards 6 Grammy's and released 3 platinum albums. "what are you doing here?"
"Your in my theater." Rachel laughed. "I am going to restore it, I thought that is what you were here for."
Quinn's mouth dropped open. "You own this place?"
"Yes, now would you like to go over the place so that you can give me a decent bid?" Rachel tried to hide her smile at rendering Quinn Fabray HBIC of McKinley High almost speechless, but she failed when she noticed Yarin looking at her oddly. Rachel just shook her head and leaned past Quinn who still was mute and reached for the older woman's hand. "Hello I am Rachel Berry, it is a please to meet you."
Blushing the woman shook her hand and nodded. "I am Violet Grey, it is a pleasure to meet you. I saw you in Evita earlier this year, Your version of "Don't Cry for Me Argentina," brought me to tears."
"Thank you Violet. It is some of Webber's best work, you can't help bring justice to amazing work." Rachel smiled and tucked the older woman's arm into her and lead her out of the lobby and into the disaster zone she called "her baby"
"Rachel, this is going to take a lot of work and time to make this place they way it deserves." Quinn said sadly looking at the hopeful diva. Positive that the woman had no idea how much time, work and money such a renovation would require.
"I know that Quinn." Rachel put her hands behind her back and rocked a little. "I know that you can't know exactly prices, but worse case scenario ball park it for me."
"The entire project the studios, the apartment, the theater, and the exterior work and the garden rooftop we could be talking from 5 to 15 million dollars possibly." Quinn muttered. "Material, ones that you want will be expensive." they both jumped at the loud noise behind them. Yarin was on the ground. "He just passed out."
Rachel smirked, waving her hand to a worried Violet. "He is just fine he is a little dramatic. " she looked back to Quinn. "What about your workers, what about my requirements to be as green as possible, and do you know of a decent exterminator that will not look at me nuts when I tell him I want them removed not killed?"
"Rachel, I said million ….5 to 15 million dollars possibly, I will know better when I run the numbers." Quinn said shaking her head.
"Ms . Fabray I heard you just fine. Go crunch the numbers, draw up some plans and we will see if we are able to work this out." Rachel turned a little frosty as Quinn tested her patients.
Quinn felt dizzy, between seeing Rachel again, and the idea of a project this size, the prestige alone that this would bring to her company was unthinkable.
"Oh and Quinn the apartment needs to be top priority 2 moths tops. I am selling my place and I close in 2 moths."
"Bad time to be selling your apartment don't you think?" Quinn muttered slamming her clip board and her drawing pad in her messenger bag.
"Well it is what it is, 2 months that is a deal breaker." Rachel folded her arms on her chest and looked at her sternly.
"I am sure we can work with that, the garden will have to wait, but considering what time of year it is I am sure you won't mind."
"Not at all. Just remember I need at least 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms." Rachel nodded and walked to the front door expecting them all to follow her.
"All written down." Quinn rolled her eyes when she was sure that Rachel wasn't able to see her. "Ok so I can have the apartment idea later today and have it faxed over and I can have a few ideas drawn up for the theater in a few days."
"Ok sounds great." Rachel headed over to her parked Karma Hybrid, leaning against the rear passenger tire. 'We should get together and do dinner some time."
Quinn nodded glancing at her shading the glare coming off her sports car. Rachel Berry was still adorable in her know it all way. Quinn wondered if she kept in contact with anyone from High School. She had lost track of half the Glee, club. But if she knew Rachel, she probably knew. Maybe they should take the time to catch up it was nice to have someone here in NY. "How about I go back and work on your designs and then we can meet up at Zen's on 48th at say 8 tonight and I can bring the designs and we can catch up on old times."
Rachel pursed her lips slipped her glasses on her head, watched Yarin lock the door front, nodded to Quinn even as she thought. This is a BAD idea "OK sounds great see you there." she waved to them goodbye. Then slid around the car and clicked the alarm, opening her door she called out "come on Yarin, I have to get home before W.I.N. delivery truck gets there."
Yarin slipped into the passenger seat. "I can't believe your really going to give a away all of your furniture. Xiomara is going to be pissed." he shook his head. "When will she be back from Nice?"
"In a little over 2 months. She has that contract with that agency and the two designers so she will be there until that is over. " Rachel said as she steered the car into traffic. "And don't go taking her side over this. It had been over for a year, she will not leave, nor take me seriously. We were unhappy for much longer then that, the only reason we haven't killed one another is that she has been out of the country for the last 8 months."
"Still seems a little dirty to sell everything or give it away," he muttered. Flipping threw his phone. "I mean I know that she has been pretty much using you for at least a year now. But you likes dating a super model, you like the status of that. We both knew that she was holding on as tight as she could for as long as she did."
"You are my friend your suppose to be on my side." Rachel whined shooting him a dirty look.
"Oh I am. But I am telling you breaking up with her, kicking her out and getting rid of everything in that house will be light the straw that breaks the camels back." Yarin clicked out a quick text message. "Never mind if she finds out your having dinner with some gorgeous blonde."
"Quinn is straight."
"Like that ever stopped you before. If I remember correctly so was Xiomara." he laughed at her angry tiny punch into the dash board.
"This is the frigid Ice Queen of McKinley High your talking about. I have as much a chance of getting into her pants as I do yours." she laughed glanced over at him. "and we both know that isn't going to happen."
"Nathen would kill us both." Yarin laughed. His phone rang and he smirked again . "Speak of the devil. " he flipped his phone open. "Hi baby, you are going to live a long time. Rach and I were just talking about you."
Rachel shook her head and blocked out her PA personal conversation with his partner. She instead tried to concentrate on Yarin's concern about Xiomara coming back stateside with nothing. Maybe she should see about putting her up in a small apartment here until she was on her feet, she could furnish it with the master bedroom and the second living room furniture that she would be using until she moved out. That would as least keep her conscious free. She clicked the button on her sterling wheel. "Call Lorne cell." she said to her car, trying to avoid looking at Yarin as he laughed
"If it isn't the lovely Ms. Berry."
"Hey Lorne, sorry to bother you so soon after just closing on the theater, and my house, but I need you to look in to getting an apartment for Xiomara I would rather her have a two bedroom so she can have a room mate , keep it under 5k a month and tell the landlord the rent will be paid in full at the signing of the lease. I want the place in the Lower East side or East Village. I am not going to go and see it and I don't want my name on the lease, I want no affiliation on it. Can you figure this out for me?
"It can be done what are we talking about for time line?"
"Thanks Lorne, and I am going to trust you on this you find the right apartment for her."
"Ok I will look into it and find the perfect place. I'll fax you the details of the one I choose , and you can get a feel of the landlord."
"Ok good, thanks again Lorne.. Talk to you later." Rachel hung up, feeling less guilty, on the right path, and a few pounds lighter. She refused to look into Yarin's knowing face. Stupid know it all.
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Quinn backed up her designs placed them in her document tube grabbed her messenger bag flicked a glance at her watch, it was an 8 minute walk from her building to 48th and 8th she had 20 minutes, as she was sure that Rachel would be on time. She pulled out her ipod stuck her headphone and made quick work of the walk to Z's that was one thing she loved about new York. You could pretty much walk anywhere, or take the bus or a train.
Rachel was sitting in the back booth looking over the menu , when Quinn walked in, spotted her and headed her way. "I knew you would be early." Quinn laughed.
"Old habits are hard to break." Rachel smiled. "How was the rest of you day?" she asked watching as Quinn unloaded her baggage then sat down.
"Oh it was fine. I did have theis one demanding client. But she's a bit of a Diva so it is to be expected." Quinn laughed when Rachel whacked her with the laminated menu. "How about you, have a good afternoon?"
"Dealing with movers, and my assistant it was quite comical." Rachel laughed sipping her water.
"Movers?" Quinn questioned glancing over the menu she always got the King Crab.
"Long story, but suffice to say I will be refreshing my lifestyle in 2 months time and I am donating my possessions that I no long need or want to a charity of my choice, who will be selling them and retaining the profits for their good works."
Quinn Smirked. "Same old Berry!"
"Like I said old habits and all." Rachel smiled as the waitress came over.
"Welcome to Zen's are you ladies rea-Your Rachel Berry!" the teenage girl exclaimed, snapping a hand over her mouth to stop the squeal that was now muffled.
Quinn couldn't hide the laugh, as she saw the Rachel Berry megawatt smile turn on as she beamed up to the ecstatic girl.
"Yes! Hi it is a please to meet you." Rachel shook the girls hand.
"This is amazing! I have seen every show you have been in I saw Phantom twice. I have all your songs on my mp3 player. Ih Gosh I'm sorry I should get you order." she muttered looking around noticing that everyone was watching her meltdown.
"That's ok Celeste . Can I have the Pumpkin Ravioli and a side salad no onions or olives and the house dressing, as long as it is vegan. Quinn?"
"King Crab, side salad no onions house dressing is fine and a diet coke, please Celeste." Quinn smiled watching the young teenager rush to put in the order. "this happen to you a lot?"
Rachel shrugged her shoulders, then stopped nodded and smiled. "It doesn't bother me, it is what I wanted for so long growing up, it helps me to forget. Plus it's the fans like Celeste that are what matter, you and I use to be her. I mean I don't know who you idolized but you did didn't you?"
"Remember the pink hair and bad attitude for me it was a combination of Madonna and Pink." Quinn laughed at herself. Watching Rachel trying to find the girl with the animal sweaters.
As if reading her mind. "all the animal sweaters have been burned and buried." Rachel nodded, when Quinn looked shocked that she had guessed right, " I am not the girl you once knew, but I figure your not either."
"No not at all. I like the new clothed Rachel Berry, she has an eclectic fashion but now it's a cool eclectic. " Quinn saluted her with her drink.
"So who do you still talk to from McKinley?" Rachel leaned in, waiting to hear about what was going on with their old friends.
"Well San and Britt of course, they got married about 4 years ago and are both currently expecting." Rachel's eyes bulged at that tidbit. "I know I thought it was nuts for them both to get pregnant, but San tried for years and they gave up and Britt got pregnant right away so San tried again with the same donor and bam! Santana has her own law firm, and Britt has a dance studio, come to think about it I think it was the same one you use to go to. I see Puck about once a month when I go home to see Beth. I know that Mercedes moved to LA, but I have lost touch. Artie and Sam are part of the doctors without borders, I am not sure what their roles are, but I think Sam is a certified Physician Assistant. How about you?"
"Well Kurt and Blaine are here they have a permanent resident here in Long Island. But their clothing design business keeps them traveling a lot they are currently in Nice they will be back in 2 months. Mercedes and I do talk , not as often as I wish because of our schedules. Will and Emma and their children were here in January to see Evita we had dinner, we had a lovely time. I go back to see my dads or they come here for holidays, at least until they retire I am trying to convince them to move up here. I have seen Tina and Mike they have been on and off since High School. They both work the entertainment business Mike is a choreographer for my label and Tina is a talent scout for them. They travel a lot so like Mercedes we don't spend to much time together. And that just leaves Finn, he ended up going into the military after we broke up, we couldn't seem to ever get it right. He is currently stationed in Germany and is happily married with two children. They met while he was stationed in the Philippines. "
Quinn nodded surprised that some how between the two of them they had managed to keep in contact with all the original Glee members. " Can you believe that Finn , Santana, Britt, and the Shuesters have kids?"
"I find Finn having children the most frightening. But I have seen them all together he is a great dad, I think he feels he has to be to make of for his missing dad.
"Yeah that makes sense ." Quinn nodded her head. "How about you? Married? Kids?
"Quinn if I had gotten married it would be all over the news, same if I had children." Rachel laughed. "How about you single, married. Dating , kids?"
"No to all the above." Quinn grinned as Celeste headed their way with their food. "How about you are you dating anyone?"
Celeste placed the plates down with a clunk and looked at Quinn like she lost her mind. "You kidding right?" she demanded putting her hands on her hips in bewilderment. "Rachel is dating Xiomara the Irish super model, they have been together for like 2 years." when Quinn just looked at her like she had no idea what she was talking about. "Hold on a second." Celeste clambered off.
"Ex girlfriend we have been broken up for a year she is currently out of the country so everyone thinks we are still together." Rachel muttered irritated as she spread her dressing onto the salad.
Celeste came back. "Here this is an old picture, I haven't seen any recent ones." she handed Quinn the magazine. Quinn glanced down smiling trying to indulge the girl, but then she really looked at the couple. To say they were amazing beautiful would be an understatement. It was a red carpet event, Rachel was dazzling in a off the shoulder light covered gown with a split up to her hip, the woman she stood next to was a tall red head flawless skin, long legs and a killer body and she held onto to Rachel possessively, while she wore a black modest dress that was absolutely backless. "Wow, you guys look great." Quinn nodded handing back the magazine Celeste paused, shook her head and started to leave.
"Celeste if you would like to leave the magazine here I would autograph my picture if you would like?"
"That would be great, thanks so much!" Celeste beamed and then bounced off.
"That was sweet of you, she wasn't going to ask, even though she really wanted to." Quinn smiled.
"I know that is why I wanted to." Rachel shrugged her shoulder and picked up her fork. "We should eat while it is still hot, we have all of the plans to look over." They ate in a comfortable silence for the most part, or made small talk about the city. When they where finished with their meal Rachel took out a pink sharpie and signed her name slipped a Benjamin in as a book mark and then leaned over the counter where Celeste was doling her homework handing it to here. 'Have a nice night, it was a pleasure meeting you, Celeste." Rachel slipped her arm into Quinn's , steeping out of the restaurant just as the first paparazzi flashed their picture. "Quinn hold on, they will try to separate us. Let get to the car its at the curb." there were about 15 members of the devil spawn surrounding them. Rachel just bulldozed through them and clicked her alarm and opened the door for Quinn, waited for her and all her baggage to settle in , shut it and then headed around to her door, slipped in and locked the door.
"Wow that was fun!" Quinn laughed watching them outside the darkly tinted windows. "Nice car Rach."
"Thanks sorry about that, someone must have tipped them off I was there." She pushed the start button on the car, checked to see if anyone was in the way and then pulled off into traffic. "We can go back to my place I am on West 79th, we can go over the designs, Unless your place is closer."
"No your place is fine." Quinn closed her eyes 79th? The cheapest 1 bedroom was 7 thousand dollars. No her coop in Forest Hills was not closer. Good lord just what had she got herself into? Maybe taking on this project was a bad idea!