Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any other materials I will use for this fic. Don't sue, okay? Also, I own all mistakes from here on.

A/N 1: Okay, so this just kept popping up in my head. It sort of told me that nothing will get done if I don't write this. So, here I am, writing angst. This will only be 3 or 4 chapters. I just need to get it out.

"Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting." – John Green

Chapter 1

Rachel Berry sighed as she looked out of the noisy Manhattan bar. Why did she agree to do this again? Oh, right. Because they've just finished the opening performance of an off-Broadway production of Evita. Her cast mates are talking animatedly with each other while she just sat there and stared. Ever since rehearsals, they've been pestering the 25-yr. old diva to come with them. And so here she is, nursing a barely touched margarita, mind flying off somewhere in space.

She continued to stare outside the window and carry on her people watching pastime at the moment. There were teenagers laughing. Their lively giggles and chuckles momentarily made its way to the crowded bar when the door opened to accommodate new customers. She caught a glimpse of a couple making out beneath the street lights. The diva sighed. It's as if the pair's intensity penetrated the glass barriers to strangle Rachel's breathing. And then she saw two kids. One blonde, the other brunette. They swayed their clasped hands together, basking in the joy of it all.

Rachel's heart started to beat faster. Faster and faster with every rhythmic motion of the kids' hands. Swish. She imagines the sound as the hands went down. Swoosh, when the hands go up. Just like that. Swish. Swoosh. Their movements oddly hypnotizing the young singer, pulling her deeper into a trance. She closed her eyes as memories that were etched deep in her mind spurted out and rushed through her whole body.

Hazel and brown eyes meeting together. Pale and bronze melding together. Filmcuts. Snapshots. They assaulted her right there in the shadowy bar. She shook her head as if doing so will make the terrifyingly familiar memories go away.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Hey, Rach! Where'd you go this time?" She heard. And then laughter. It was the soft voice of her cast mate, Tina, that pulled her away from the almost dream.

"Oh, uhm, sorry? What were you guys talking about?" Rachel asked as she fumbled around her well-stocked vocabulary for a good enough excuse.

"Told you she's off somewhere." Her other cast mate, Blaine, sing-songed.

"I'm sorry guys. What were you saying?" The young diva said indifferently.

She's been caught too many times in the last few weeks with her mind floating off some unknown location to be embarrassed by it. It's not like she can help it. That date. The one that occurred exactly twelve years ago had been approaching her mercilessly. In fact, she only just agreed to come with them to try and take her mind off things that occurred at this exact date. Turns out, margaritas and half-ass singers don't do much for a distraction.

Santana, the bitchiest cast mate, spoke. "You see that croaking frog on the stage?"

Speaking of half-assed singers. Rachel turned her attention to the stage upfront. Bright lights adorned the raised platform. She couldn't say the same thing about the man's singing voice, though. If you could even call it singing. The Latina was right, croaking frog, indeed. But she was too tired to criticize, so she let it go.

She turned to Santana and answered, "I've heard worse. But what about him?"

Her Latina cast mate raised an eyebrow at the diva's statement. Since when did Rachel Berry, ultimate diva, let go of a chance to pass her judgement on a voice that is less than par? Much less, one that sounds frighteningly similar to that of a grunting monkey?

Before the Latina could formulate a retort, Blaine saved them from what could be a very lengthy stand-off. "Well, we want you to show Finn—" he gestured at the towering man beside the diva, "—that besides belting out Streissand or Lupone, you can also rock this bar."

Finn? Who's Finn? Ah, right. Finn, the lumbering oaf with a goofy grin that her cast mates introduced to Rachel in hopes of getting her a boyfriend. Not that she had anything against the guy, it's just really not a good time for a jolly green giant to be hitting on her.

She wanted to say no to the invitation. Just let it go, stay at the table, stay with your thoughts. She didn't like the ginormous thing, anyway. Why prove herself? Stay at the table, think of another set of arms and not the one haphazardly draped across her seat. But this is singing. And Rachel Berry just couldn't bring herself to pass any opportunity to perform in front of people. What if a Broadway scout sees her? That should boost her career. So, no, declining the challenge is not an option. Margaritas, giants, and memories be damned.

The petite brunette stood up, feeling the recollections of long ago wane momentarily. As she made her way to the waiting stage, the man 'performing' earlier was already making his way back amidst the snickering audience. It's a cruel world.

The singer pondered her song choice for a moment. Was it worth to sing the song in her mind right now? These people do not understand, and that song is sacred to her. But maybe, this could be a way for her to take it out. She decided to fuck it. She has to let it out. She needs to.

She told the band her song, and finally, she stood in full glory at the middle of the stage. She clutched the microphone in her slightly trembling hands, and poised herself to do what she was born to do. The opening notes wafted across the dimly lit bar. And when Rachel's tremulous voice rang out, it was complete silence.

Woke today, another memory passes of you
Shades of grey from those three broken words
That unfold the truth but

Even her cast mates stopped their loud cheering as the brunette's voice took their breaths away. They know that she's an extremely passionate singer. But they've never heard her sing this way before. In a voice full of contradictions that begged for an explanation to anyone who don't understand.

Even Finn's dopey grin was erased as the beautiful singer mesmerized everyone with her alluring melody. It was raw. It cannot have been caused by Rachel's 'years of training' she so lovingly reminds the people around her. No, this is something else. Something only borne by the deepest of emotions. Something buried deep and underneath all the diva show.

If anyone at that bar were to be asked to describe the moment, they wouldn't be able to. But they will say that it was hauntingly beautiful.

I'll never forget those eyes, that beautiful smile
I still remember the way you said goodbye
No matter how hard I try I can't forget about

Through the strong albeit quivering voice, they had a glimpse, an inkling of Rachel Berry's vulnerable moment. The emotions flowed freely from the brunette's face, almost too easily as if practised. Pain, longing, reminiscing, and some more pain struck the audience's vision. Hypnotizing, captivating them.

Onstage, as Rachel sang oblivious to the crowd's adoration, she's fighting to keep her unsteady lips from affecting the melody of the song. Her song. The song meant to be sung perfectly. Perfect, and nothing less. Sacred, secured, and revered.

Beautiful girl
On top of the world
Don't fall down
Because an angel
Should never touch ground

Beautiful girl. Her beautiful girl. Rachel closed her eyes as events of the past wakened by the song assailed her in full force. She tried to drive them away. Shove them as far from her as possible, and yet, hold them dearly against her heart. Run from it but love it. How could she do that? How do you treasure something that drowns you in pain?

But what can she do, really? The heart remembers more than the mind does. It always does, always will. And her heart remembers. Every shred of her being remembers that day. This same day, exactly twelve years ago. It's the same memory that had always chased her in her dreams. The one that comes to her even during waking moments.

She couldn't fight it anymore. It's as if an abyss opened up and swallowed her into a plethora of memories coming from the past. And she felt it again. A memory of a kiss, an embrace, and unnamed emotions at that time. She savoured them and welcomed the assault. Why not? Fighting it would only be in vain.

Lima, Ohio. Exactly twelve years ago.

A thirteen year old Rachel Berry drifted her gaze to the pink, perfect lips in front of her. She lifted her eyes and unsure brown orbs met with calming hazel ones.

"Are we really going to do this?" Rachel's unsure yet excited voice rang across the tree house. Their tree house.

"Why not? It's only a kiss. Just so you can have your first kiss before I kick the girls who always tease you about it." A sixteen year old Quinn Fabray answered in a soft voice. God, the brunette could just listen to that voice all day. Listen to Quinn. Yes, to the blonde beside her. Her angel.

With that statement, so full of care and watchfulness, every shred of hesitation from the younger girl disappeared. She nodded her head and closed her eyes. An open invitation to the beautiful blonde in front of her. So she sat there, waiting for that connection. The glorified moment when—.

And then she felt it. Her world shut down immediately, isolating her and Quinn in the little tree house up above the ground. Rachel couldn't feel anything but the blonde's soft lips moving against her in the sweetest of kisses. So faint yet it marked her, owned her, pulled her away from everything and anything.

Rachel moaned when Quinn's tongue peeked out to take a tentative swipe across her lips. Slowly, the petite brunette opened her mouth as indescribable pleasure shot through her. How she knew to part her lips would forever be a mystery to her. Maybe it's instinct, something that is awakened only by carnal need and animalistic desire.

Almost hesitantly, they broke apart when the need for air made itself known. As their lips parted, she felt Quinn kiss her softly once more. Maybe to cheat oxygen. Maybe as an act of defiance against nature's laws that human beings needed air to breathe. Maybe they just needed each other. A resounding 'fuck you' that echoed across the whole town.

Last embrace, forcing you away before it's too late
I end this day in a most bitter way
A regretful state but

Rachel opened her eyes to scan the audience. She saw their awed faces. She has always loved the limelight, the attention that her voice brought to her. But at that moment, she felt bared, too exposed. These people have never felt how she did with Quinn. She's sure. They've never felt passion so deep, it bypasses everything else, rendering anyone to feel complete yet missing. Their reactions say it all. The looks of praise and adoration don't matter. The questioning eyes as if saying 'where did this goddess come from?' don't matter. What she needs is understanding. Someone who also knows. Someone who's felt the way she did.

And she knows she can find those eyes on the ghost of the past. And so she thrusts herself deeper into the memories of yesteryear, finding comfort in the hazel eyes she's never learned to forget.

I'll never forget those eyes, that beautiful smile
I still remember the way you said goodbye
No matter how hard I try I can't forget about

"Wow." It was the only thing that escaped the still parted lips of the usually verbose girl.

Quinn smiled at the young girl's reaction. Before the blonde could say anything, Rachel pulled her in for another kiss.

The second kiss they shared was unlike that of the first. It was neither faint nor unsure. Neither was it tentative nor slow. No, it was something made of pure passion. Tongues clashed altogether as desires coursed through both girls' bodies. Rachel welcomed the sensations with eyes shut tightly. It made her forget everything else. She embraced the tingling feeling that ran through her as two pairs of lips moved together as if to fit each other. Everything and nothing passed her young mind, waking it, making her body want to feel things. Those things that she has never even considered before. One delicious moment that shook her whole being as a dull ache settled between her legs.

The tall blonde pulled away and the other girl almost whimpered in protest, but stopped when she felt hot lips nipping on her pulse point. She moaned again, louder this time. She proceeded to pull at blonde tresses, urging Quinn closer, trying to combine them as one.

Small hands started to move unconsciously against smooth, pale skin. The temperature rose to a fever pitch as another pair of hands went to massage bronze skin. Everything the brunette felt was drowned by hot skins meeting together. It made her melt and lose all inhibitions. She started to pull Quinn's top, begging the blonde to take her to places no one has ever been before.

At that moment, the tall girl stopped. And the brunette let out a whimper of protest.

"Why did you stop?" Rachel's pouting voice rang across their tree house.

"Rachel, no. We've already gone too far than we should have had." Quinn's voice almost sounded pained. As if she was holding on to every little bit of control she has left.

"Why? I want this."

The taller girl ran her hands through blonde locks. She looked at Rachel. She plead with her eyes for the younger girl to stop saying things that make her lose the sanity she was holding on to.

"You're thirteen," the blonde said in another futile attempt to stop the inevitable. A last struggle to make both of them listen to the voice of reason.

It is wrong. What they're doing is wrong according to society's standards. Wrong in every sense of Lima fucking Ohio's bigotry. But who can prove that this is not meant to happen? Who can play god?

Rachel didn't answer. Instead, she started removing her own top. Inch by merciless inch as Quinn sat there motionless and wide-eyed. Hazel eyes blazed with unknown hunger. The taller girl let out a sound that can only be described as a cry of need when Rachel was bared in front of her. The blonde's eyes feasted on the ample bosom staring at her, taunting her to resist.

The hazel-eyed beauty sat there. A frozen statue staring at a bronze-skinned goddess. When Quinn made no move, the goddess took the blonde's hands and put it tenderly against her chest.

The reaction was instant. Hearts beat again. Blood pumped. And everything started working once more. Quinn's pale hands trembled as she took in the meeting of white and bronze. Rachel shivered at the warmth of the hand now voluntarily covering her chest.

And Rachel said the words that completely shattered the barriers left in Quinn's mind. In an almost whisper, she said,"I want this Quinn. I want you."

Beautiful girl
On top of the world
Don't fall down
Because an angel
Should never touch ground

Hazel and brown. Pale and tan. Tall and short. Beautiful indeed. A stunning, picturesque combination of two magnificent humans.

The intensity increased as Rachel's plea demolished the last of Quinn's resolve. She growled ferociously and started to attack the brunette's lips with renewed fervour. This time, hazel and brown didn't meet. Instead, two blown irises stared at each other in a look of pure, unadulterated hunger.

The tall blonde started nipping, licking and sucking the brunette's breasts. She purposely avoided the pinkish, stiff buds until they were rock hard. And when she made a tentative lick, Rachel moaned at the sweetness of the action.

"Oh, god, Quinn."

The younger girl's shouts and groans urged the taller girl on. She started moving south, kissing every glorious inch of the heated tan skin. Her lips touched every surface of smooth, soft skin. Loving it. Worshipping it. Leaving a trail of rising heat on the brunette's taut body.

When Quinn reached the waistband of Rachel's shorts, she started darting her tongue left and right. Up and down, making the brunette under her wreathe in absolute pleasure. Finally, she started sliding the small piece of clothing, dragging it along with the smaller girl's pink underwear. She teased the petite girl's heated center, making her arch off the blanket covered floor.

"Mmm...Q...that...oh" Rachel's thoughts were incoherent. She knows what's about to happen, but she doesn't seem to care that she's about to lose her virginity. Her innocence that she promised to keep until she was twenty five.

Here I lay, I drift away, you come in and lay beside me
It's got to be a memory that feels so real but just beyond me

Rachel opened her eyes once more to see the audience completely entranced with her performance. But for the young singer, this is not just a mere performance. This is her heart's treasure. She remembers the promise she made herself when she was still a kid. To give herself to someone when she reached twenty five. Funny that now that she's come to the right age, she's remembering how she broke that promise.

Quinn began planting soft kisses on the brunette's inner thigh that sent jolts of shivers up Rachel's body. She's never experienced anything like this before. Every kiss is like a step in a sensual dance, making her heart flutter with every faint move.

The blonde placed one last chaste kiss to the young girl's hip bone and made her way up so that she can see Rachel. Their bodies flushed together as they fit into one another perfectly—almost like a puzzle that's just been waiting to be solved.

Hazel eyes got closer to brown orbs as the girl above Rachel leaned down for a kiss of two swollen lips. Their tongues danced together slowly. Building up the passion, making way for the ever growing fire to grow even stronger. They ran their hands on each other's sides, exploring each other delicately. Carefully, so as not to disturb the delicate bubble they have found themselves in.

Quinn sat up to discard her clothing. Rachel laid beneath her, awestruck at the flawlessness of the white beauty above her. The brunette's small fingers found their way down to stroke the taller girl's toned abdomen, marvelling at the strength it seemed to possess. When Quinn's slender fingers quickly pulled down on the elastic of her underwear, they both hissed as two cores exchanged heat.

Rachel felt the blonde easing her way back on top of the smaller girl. This time, gently stroking the brunette's center. She explored the damp folds that were slightly covered with barely there curls. The smaller girl saw how the blonde's face morphed into full concentration as she stared at Rachel's slit. Hazel eyes looked deep into the ones beneath her, asking if it was okay. Was Rachel ready to give up something she can only give once? Did she really want to spend this moment with Quinn?

The thirteen year old girl had never been surer of anything in her entire life that was ruled by goals, plans, and career milestones. This is not just certainty, this is a fact of life. Some call it destiny, fate, or happenstance. But Rachel doesn't know which to pick, so it became an unnameable emotion for her.

She nodded her head slowly, not breaking their gaze. The answer is yes, Quinn Fabray. The answer is yes. Both girls never realized that the answer did not just pertain to that fateful encounter. It will be an utterance of a lot of other yeses. It will be an answer that will both rule and intertwine their lives.

Quinn slowly eased her finger to the swollen center. She pushed, not forcefully so as not to hurt, yet still intensely enough to convey her anticipation. Rachel felt the blonde's slender digit enter her slowly. It tore her, yet it also opened her to a lot more. She felt the first inkling of pain when Quinn's finger was stopped by a barrier. The same one that will connect them completely.

Rachel saw only concern at the blonde's face, and it spurred her to encourage Quinn to continue. The small girl reached up to stroke Quinn's face, her cheekbones, trailing small fingers to the soft lips. She then reached to pull the girl above her for a lingering kiss. It was a kiss that almost begs, but also gives.

"Quinn, please. Baby…please…"

Hearing the unprecedented endearment seemed to push the blonde further, crossing that one last resistance to completely making Rachel hers. Stray tears that escaped Rachel's eyes were kissed tenderly by the taller girl. It's as if she was trying to make up for all the pain that was being experienced by Rachel. The feather-light kisses acted as another promise. A promise that things would feel better, they need only wait. It was a promise that after the sting, pleasure will rush through.

And true enough, after the initial ache, Rachel slowly felt an overwhelming sensation that's overpowering her whole body. As the blonde's fingers moved ever so slowly, she felt a tingling feeling inside of her. Where Quinn moved, unfathomable pleasure ensued.

In. Out. In. Out. Just like that. Such a simple movement, but it causes electricity travel up and down each girl's spine. Rachel, because of the long, slender finger moving inside her, reaching into her where no one had ever wandered before. Quinn, because of the hot, wet give of the girl beneath her and the knowledge that she can make the brunette produce all those beautiful sounds and faces.

Quinn started going faster, upping the pace and making the small girl chant her name like she needs it to breathe. Rachel held tightly to the subtly muscled shoulders on top of her, holding on to keep herself from being blown away by fiery hazel eyes. She felt the blonde's own wetness pooling on her thigh as Quinnn rocked slowly with Rachel. The tall girl groaned loudly when the brunette pressed her small thighs on the blonde's stiff bud. Another finger made its way inside Rachel and the brunette threw her head back as she felt those two digits stretching her.

Quinn looked down on the brunette's face. She saw the young diva's face had beads of sweat running across. She started to nip them, tasting more of the younger girl.

"I'm so close," Quinn whispered. "Come for me, baby. Come with me, Rach."

With that statement uttered in the sexiest tone she's ever heard from the blonde, Rachel shattered. She wailed as blinding light shot through her consciousness, temporarily sending her floating, with no care in the world. She vaguely felt Quinn pressing down harder to her thighs and convulsing, wetness trickling down both their sweaty bodies.

Mesmerized, in you I find what I had was unrealized but
Emptiness settles in as I awake

The singer opened her eyes, she fought valiantly to keep the tears pooling in her eyes from spilling. To shed them in front of these people is not an option. Her tears are for Quinn and her only. Other people need not see it. The pain in her chest and the knotting in her stomach are becoming too intense as she recounted the day that made her lose a lot of things. Her virginity, her innocence, her Quinn.

In post-orgasmic haze, the two girls lying side by side, playing with each other's fingers fell asleep. They were tangled in each other, legs intertwined together in an embrace that not even the future could come between. Their bodies glistened with sweat, almost glowing when the setting sun got caught in the window of their tree house. The tree house that was made witness of it all, the one that heard everything and felt their cries of passion.

And in their bliss, they did not hear loud voices calling their names. They did not hear the angry mutterings below the tree house where dark has fallen. How cruel, if only the birds had warned them, maybe everything could have been avoided. But no, life has to be unfair, it is as nature dictates. So they did not pull away from each other or cover their naked bodies when thundering footsteps hurriedly climbed at the large tree house.

The only time they sensed it was when two adults grabbed each of them violently and pulled them away from each other. Only then did their eyes open to survey their surroundings. Only then did their eyes widen in realization of the big mess they got themselves in.

"Quinn! What is this?" Russell Fabray's booming voice echoed in the small tree house as he yanked his daughter away from the small brunette. The blonde in question couldn't answer as she took in her father's red face and shaking hands. She had never seen him in such rage. And now, she's terrified.

"Dad…I…" A hard slap stung her across the face, and tears spilled down her reddened cheeks.

On the other side of the now seemingly small space, another father and daughter are dealing with the situation.

"Rae, baby, what…why? Did she force you into this?" The rising voice of Leroy Berry wiped the last remnants of sleep on Rachel's face. She was petrified in her place as she hugged the jacket her father wrapped her in. Leroy's face was hardened and his face was a mix of confused, angry, and disappointed.

"No…daddy…Quinn and I…" She broke into tears and hugged her already crying father. Rachel tried to convey in the embrace that she had wanted this, but that she couldn't bear him looking at her in disappointment.

"How dare you associate with these faggots! How could you do this to our family, Quinn?" Russell shouted to his daughter. Before she could answer, he marched towards the two hugging forms on the other side and disentangled Leroy from his daughter.

"You're an abomination! And now you're daughter has tainted my daughter with your family's sins!" He said and swung his fist to connect it with Leroy's jaw. The smaller man staggered backward as he felt the punch sting his face. Russell turned his attention to the small girl's shaking frame. He was like an animal catching scent of a prey's blood. He took a menacing step in front of her to reach out but before he could touch the brunette, his own daughter stepped in front of them to shield Rachel.

"No, dad. This is my fault. Don't hurt her." Quinn said. Fear is still in her eyes, but the determination to protect the girl who was in her arms just moments ago was also visible. Russell emitted a howl of rage, he tried to strike, but Quinn used herself to block it, sending her own body to the floor. She winced in pain, but stood up, determination untouched.

It was then that Rachel felt her own father carrying her to go down from the tree house. She tried to pull away, but Leroy's grip is strong and she was just a small, scared, little girl.

"Quinn!" She cried, tears already blurring her vision as she tried to take one last look at the blonde who made her feel everything. She tried to escape her father's arms, trying to go back to Quinn. She outstretched her arms to reach out. But before Quinn could take it, Russell struck the blonde once more and sent her to the floor, clutching her stomach this time.

"We are leaving, Rachel! I'm not letting you stay!" Her father's voice was clear, a force that cannot be argued with.

"Rachel…" She heard the blonde's weak voice, and she fought to take one last look at the hazel eyes that contained so much emotion. It felt forever when their eyes connected, trying to convey every single thing they couldn't say. With the look they shared, they knew what each other were saying. It didn't matter that Quinn was being hit by her father repeatedly. It didn't matter that Rachel was being taken away unwillingly. That last look contained every single promise to each other. A promise to treasure each other, a promise that they will meet again. And when they do, it will be their time, no one can come between.

"Rachel…" She heard again, more faintly, as her father descended the stairs of the tree house. "I will find you, Rachel. Wait for me." Rachel closed her eyes as she felt the plea in Quinn's voice. It was not the same ones when they were making love, it was one borne by pain. She felt as if her body was being torn apart as she heard the suffering in the blonde's faint voice. She knows that she feels the same thing.

"Remember that. Wait for me, Rachel." Quinn's voice was now hard to hear as they neared the ground. The small girl stopped struggling from her father and used all of her consciousness to strain to hear Quinn's voice. And then she heard it, the words that made all the difference in her life.

"I will look for you, I promise. Rachel, I love you."

With those words, the young girl broke into uncontrollable sobs. Pain and anguish wracked her whole body. As they reached the ground, she also felt all the high from being with Quinn fall with them. Still being carried tightly by her father, she looked up once more to the tree house. She could still hear Quinn shouting her name faintly. She hears her lover's cries of pain and the thud of Russell hitting his daughter.

And she felt as if a part of her heart tore. Pieces of her soul escaped to leave pieces on the ground beneath and the trees above. Some planted themselves into Russell's icy heart shouting threats to them. Some flew to the tree house that just kept silent. Some were sprinkled across the town of Lima, Ohio as the Berrys car sped away from the cursed place. But most of it, a significant part, was left on the blonde with hazel eyes. It was left with Quinn, along with the promise that maybe someday, they will meet again.

Beautiful Girl
On top of the world
Don't fall down

The brunette opened her eyes to scan the audience once more. She's crying now, everything became too much. And even her 'cry on command' ability cannot be accessed. Her eyes darted from left to right, searching for someone who understands, anyone. As she prepared to finish the song, her eyes caught something at the back of the crowded bar.

She saw blonde hair and her heart started to hammer in her chest. She knows a lot of blondes, but what does this one hold that her body is reacting differently? Could this be it? Twelve years after that day, could she finally collect the fulfilment of a promise she's held on for too long. Rachel didn't want to get her hopes up only to be slammed back down.

She focused her eyes at the woman. And then her eyes locked with hazel ones. The same hazel eyes that she would recognize anywhere.

Because an angel
Should never touch ground

Her breath hitched after the last word. And she whispered ever so quietly. It's too low to be heard by the crowd who broke into a thundering applause as soon as she finished her song. It's too soft for anyone who doesn't understand. But two people in that bar heard. Amidst the roaring crowd, two hearts heard. Rachel and the blonde with the hazel eyes at the back of the crowd.

"Quinn."

A/N 2: So, now that I wrote this, my other fic's update will be up in a few hours or maybe a day at the latest. Please review, they make me smile. I don't know if I should continue this or not. I'm still on the fence since the ending can sort of go on with itself if you guys are optimistic. Just, tell me if you're interested and don't just be a lurker, okay?

A/N 3: Song is "Beautiful Girl" by Broken Iris. It's a really good song, you guys should check it out.