Time flew by. It had been 6 weeks since she last visited LA. It had been about 7 months since she last met her parents in Chicago, where they were now living. It had been, probably, 8 years since she graduated high school and left Lima, Ohio, never to look back.

She was happy the day she thought she'd finally leave it all behind. Come to think about it, there were probably a thing or two she regretted about the way she left. Not saying goodbye to her Glee friends. Not making up with Finn. Not seeing that blonde girl one last time. Right after graduation, she was expected to get on a plane. Paris was waiting. So were Rome, Madrid, Berlin, Moscow, among other European cities. She was barely 18, but had to work like any of the other grown ups in the cast. They were all experienced big Broadway shots. And there she was. She had won Nationals with New Directions some weeks ago and now was training like never before with the best director in New York.

Graduation had been a good day. Her family was there, even Daddy's parents assisted. They normally would try to avoid having any contact with dad or his family, but after Mike, daddy, let them know that Rachel was leaving the country for a few months and that one's grandchild doesn't graduate high school everyday, they decided to visit the Berrys and make an appearance at Rachel 's graduation.

"Everyone's staring", said Mike's dad, Charles.

"That's not true", replied Jake, also known as Dad.

"Yes it is". Mike's mother just couldn't keep quiet. Probably Rachel got that ability from her.

"I think you are the only people in this room that gives a shit about Mike and Jake being a couple. People are getting used to it, it's the 21st century for the love of God!" And that was Grandma, Jake's mom, always fighting for what is right. Another feature Rachel inherited, or picked up from all the summers she had spent in Boston with Jacob's family.

"You do not have to use that language", said Charles, getting angry.

"Guys, please, this is about Rachel, not about any of us, now just sit and relax. I heard our girl and the rest of the Glee kids are going to perform something". And that was Mike, the pacifist.

The ceremony began. Some speeches were said, one of them was from a blonde girl that was particularly known at the Berry household. She was among the top 5 graduates, with an impeccable GPA, also, the speaker said that she was the head of the Cheerios - "that's the cheerleading squad", Mike explained to his parents - and member of the National winning Glee Team. Rachel was sitting in the front row and turned around to make sure Jake and Mike were recording the cheerleader while she was giving her speech.

Chicago, present Day.

"My God, Quinn, please remind me why, why, did we ever decide that we wanted to do this for a living?", started Santana.

"Come, on!", replied Quinn, "it's not bad at all. You know? Some people would kill to have this job". The blonde woman was trying to figure out the directions, while Santana was driving. It was early in the morning, and there was some fug.

"Mmhm, sometimes I wish I could kill those magazine people and their cutting-edge ideas... what do they really know? At the end of the day, it's the photographer the one that makes the calls. It's their vision", said motioning her hands.

"Yes and no. But don't be so dramatic. I know that you're not a morning person. I think we all got it last month, when we were shooting for that catalog, remember?"

"Of course I do!, what kinda catering service was that? 5 AM and no coffee?, give me a break!"

"Yeah, that was bad. On the bright side, this is nothing compared to that; if these people decide my work is any good, you and I will be living in the Big Apple really soon." Santana started her happy dance. "Hey! Eyes on the road my friend, you're gonna get us killed"

"Right, right... sorry, I'd just really like to live closer to B"

"How's she doing by the way? I haven't called her lately"

"I know, she says you're neglecting her"

"Grad. School has shown her some pretty big words", replied Quinn, smiling. Things changed so much in the past few years.

"Hey! Be nice. But yeah, she has." announced smiling, she was proud. "You know that as your agent I'm not even supposed to be here with you at 7 AM? I am the best agent ever... why do I have to be so nice?"

"I know, you are and you love me. We're almost there, one more block and then that fake lake they made up should be in sight"

"May be I care about you, may be I don't... but what's more important, it's that your talent will be taking us to NYC. That will be great. We could live with B, and visit Mercedes and Kurt at their little store. Brit says they have really neat stuff"

"I'll bet they do. Those two are something"

"They are... and who knows? You could meet someone, God knows that since Ally and you broke up, you haven't been getting any".

"I'm perfectly fine like this", the blonde replied.

"Not getting any? I don't know you any more, Fabray". Quinn hit her in the arm.

"Ouch! Q, that was uncalled for...You know what's even better? You could probably reunite with that 'friend' of yours", continued Santana smirking, this time covering her arm.

"I don't have any other friends in that city, just B, Kurt and Mercedes"

"Come on Fabray, it's been 8 years", said the Latina.

"8 years and no phone calls. Guess we should just leave it like that. Now turn left"

"Riiight, you and your unfinished business. Seriously, though, I always felt that Rachel and you had something going on. Now, don't tell me if I'm right or wrong, but if that was the case, you should do something about it or get over it. Otherwise, you'll end up in crazy messed up relationships...like you had for the past 7 years. And I probably don't even need to mention Ally".

"We're not discussing my love life right now"

"Who said anything about love?"

"San! OK, park here. There's Mike"