A/N: I do not own Glee nor the characters.

"You there, Gone Girl?"

Quinn half-heartily picked up the buzzed phone, eyes still on the reading material. The name on the screen raised her infamous right eyebrow.

"Yes, Satan. To what I owe the honor of your attention?"

"English lit does you no good, you know, blonde! Talk like a normal person, will ya?"

The blonde girl sighed, "What's up, San? I don't suppose you are texting me for the first time in the last couple of months just to insult my major?"

"Did no such thing. Anyway, big news. Apparently Sue finally succeeded in replacing Figgins and is now the principal. Her first decision was to ban the glee club. Mr. Schue asked if any of us want to go back and say goodbye. Since I'm the only one that has your number, thought you should know, even though you might not care at all. Hell, I don't even care that much. "

Quinn bit her lip. Santana was correct, she didn't care. Or at least that was what she thought. After almost three years, all those memories faded away, replaced with newer, happier ones. Much happier, most of the time.

"But you are still going?"

"Well, it's spring break."

"You sure it has nothing to do with Britt?"

"Fine…Britt asked me to go back and see her. We might not be together anymore but she is still my best friend."

"You don't have to explain to me. Just be sure it won't complicate things again. I don't want to share my single bed with you for two days ever again!"

"Like I want to be squashed by your fat ass ever again! It's been a year. Britt and I are good. Everything is good."

"Good to hear." Her fingers hesitated for a moment, then typed, "Who else is also going, do you know?"

"Well, from what I heard from Britt, so far everyone still in Lima is going, as well as Klaine. Finnocent could not get permission from the military so no go as well."

A few seconds later, another text came, "Annnd, Streisand, who you really wanted to ask about, is also gonna go back."

Quinn released the breath she didn't realize holding and could almost imagine the Gotcha smirk Santana was wearing. Denying, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh come on! You are already out of closet. What is to deny? I mean those heart eyes you wore back then, or those long-winded questions about her. I AM NOT BLIND!"

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Say that you liked her, A LOT."

"It's complicated…" That was the truth. For Quinn, Rachel was like those tangled threads that she never knew where to start to unravel.

"Then un-complicate it! Didn't Lori break things with because of your unresolved? Streisand is your unresolved past. Resolve it and move the fucking on! It's been ages!"

"I told you, that's just her excuse to relieve the guilt of not even trying for a long-distance relationship."

"But that doesn't make her accusation any less true. You are haunted by the past, in the figure of a 5'2" midget. Take this chance, talk to her, apologize to her, kiss her, or even punch her. Just let go of this baggage and be happy!"

"I am happy!"

"If you play dumb with once more, I swear to god, I would fly in to kick your fat ass!"

Quinn sighed again. If she was being brutally honest to herself, she didn't think Santana's suggestion was not completely insane.

"Well?"

"I'll think about it."

"You lame ass!"

"I said I will think about it. Don't push it, San."

"Fine…Don't think you are off the hook yet, though, Q!"

To prove her point, Santana sent Quinn several texts over the following week, harassing for an answer or things Quinn didn't ask for such as Puck's big plan for the party, or Rachel's number…In this week, Quinn lived her life the way she did for the past three years, passionate about her learning, caring for her friends, carrying confident postures. But she occasionally found herself staring at the 10 digits and lost in her thought.

It's only three days away from the reunion, Quinn jolted awake from a dream, starring a certain brunette, tangled with harsh memories and wishes she once hid so deeply, again. The image of a crying Rachel wrenched Quinn's heart, the same way as the last she saw her, three years ago. She had to draw hard breaths to calm her racing heart. That was when she finally admitted to herself, haunted, indeed.

Without thinking, Quinn grabbed her phone and dialed the already memorized number before rationality came back to her. It rang for a while, echoed with her pounding heart. Her eyes fell on the digital clock, 2:16 am, and she rolled her eyes, cursing her insanity. Just when she was about to hang up the phone, a sleepy voice came through. Quinn was too stunned to speak, or even think, then hang up so quickly. Before she realized, tears were falling. She cried so hard, for the first time in a long while, in the fatal position.

When she finally gathered herself, she found a text from Rachel. She frowned and opened the text.

"Quinn?"

That was ten minutes ago. Quinn's heart was racing again. How come she knew it was her? Santana wouldn't dare to give her number to her!

"Hi, Rachel. It's Quinn. But how do you know it was me?"

The reply was quick. "Hello, Quinn! I got a hunch and then checked the area code."

"That made sense…Sorry that I woke you up so late…"

"That's alright. I haven't slept well lately."

"Problems?" Quinn frowned.

"Oh, it's just the glee club thing. You can imagine I cannot be my cheerful self as of late. Plus, it brings back memories…"

"Yeah…I know the feeling."

"But I'm so glad that you contacted me! How you've been? Are you going back to Lima as well?"

Quinn bit her lips, sucked in a long breath and then made the decision.

"Life's been treating me well. And yes, I am going back."

"Great to hear! I would really like to see you again, Quinn!"

"Me too. How have YOU been?"

"Good. Busy but great!"

"Busy is good. That means you are making something, something great." Quinn hesitantly added.

"Thank you, Quinn. That's very nice of you."

"That's just the truth." Quinn couldn't help but brushed a little. "Alright, superstar, I should let you rest. Broadway's future relies on your good health."

"Since when Quinn Fabray got a sweet tongue! Okay…Sweet dreams, Quinn. I look forward seeing you in Lima."

"Likewise. Night"

The darkness shadowed Quinn's redden face but the quietness couldn't silent her pounding. Chatting like an old friend with Rachel felt so surreal for her. She couldn't believe that she was sort of flirting with Rachel, Rachel Fucking Berry!

The last thought before Quinn fell asleep was, what have you started, Quinn Fabary!