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Chapter 1

My Elevator Stalker

X

On October 25th, 1609, a flying saucer was seen in the sky, soaring above several continents before crashing into the woodsy area of Surrey in the United Kingdom. The people of the area were in a panic over seeing the strange object flying before it landed in a nearly secluded area. A teenaged girl riding in a horse drawn carriage felt a powerful wind blow through the air and in a panic gripped the seat she was perched on as tightly as possible. The man driving the carriage attempted to keep the horse steady but it was impossible due to the maelstrom. The horses got loose, leaving the carriage defenseless. It flew backwards towards the edge of a cliff but before it could fall off of the edge, time seemed to still. A blonde woman was the only one moving around as she passed leaves, bugs, flower petals, and other debris in the still air despite the chaos that just was. Moving calmly and slowly to where the carriage was, she pulled it away from the edge with a strength that was contradicted by her size.

The man driving the carriage had managed to grab onto a branch and was grasping it tightly sideways, the wind having blown him that way off of the carriage. Time started again after the carriage was moved back to safety from fall of the cliff. The blonde opened the carriage and held her hand out to the young woman, who couldn't have been older than 15 years old. Their eyes met for the first time, hazel meeting chocolate brown. The moment seemed to last an eternity before she took the blonde woman's hand in her own. Before the young woman could utter a single word, however, the woman with the hazel eyes disappeared before her. It was their first meeting but not the last one.

This was the blonde woman's first time meeting a human on the planet Earth.

From that moment, 400 years ago, until now she witnessed the many changes on the planet. Witnessed eras and wars throughout the years, the worst being the civil war that divided the nation. She moved with the people who sought freedom to a new land. She passed through unnoticed for several hundred years by staying isolated until the population grew large enough to allow her to blend in with the crowds without attracting any attention to herself. She bought several plots of land, started a few businesses, and hid from the people around her when an area was becoming too isolated for her to hide. She had fully adapted to human life after spending so much time around them but the one thing she had never quite adjusted to was the fact that her hearing and vision was 7 times more acute than the average human. It made sleeping difficult but allowed her to blend in more easily or disappear when necessary if too many people became suspicious of her.

There were other abilities she had that humans on Earth didn't, such as telekinesis, teleportation, inhuman strength, and the ability to stop time for an Earth minute. She, however, learned that she was unable to swap fluids or blood with other humans and so she avoided such situations.

She had witnessed many things over the centuries among humans; theft, greed, gambling, human sins and flaws. Even with these powers … she didn't help. She learned that if things were meant to happen, they would happen. It was something that humans called 'fate' or 'destiny'.

One day while she was crossing a street in New York's Times Square, she noticed a billboard broadcasting news of a comet coming towards Earth in three months' time. She knew what it meant for her, that it was what she had been waiting for the last 400 years on Earth. It was her way home, a new fate awaiting her. In mere months, she would finally travel back to the planet she came from.

Her name is Quinn Fabray.

X Present day, 400 years later: 2013 X

Shouts and pleas could be heard from the many people gathered around a set in New York City. The sounds of people begging for attention, for just a glance their way, for a photograph of the star filming her newest show filled the air. Between the constant flashing of shutters and the fussing of her personal stylist, the starlet was completely unfazed by everything. She was currently waiting for her manager to come back with her favorite Vegan Caramel Soy Latte with a dash of nutmeg and cinnamon, all while sitting on the chair designated for her, name boldly printed on its back. She was on the set of her currently filming drama, sitting under the shade of her umbrella while her stylist worked on buffing her nails. As soon as her manager came back with her drink, she took a few selfies of herself before picking her favorite to post on her twitter saying, 'Currently enjoying my favorite Vegan Caramel Soy Latte while waiting for my call on set!' before turning to her stylist.

"Here, have this." Rachel gave her drink to her stylist with barely a second glance. Sunshine smiled happily as she took the offered drink with eagerness.

"Thank you Rachel!" she said with a smile.

Mike complained when he saw Rachel hand the drink to Sunshine. "Rachel! Do you have any idea how far I had to go for that? I had to run half of a mile just for you!"

Without looking up from her phone, the brunette answered him. "Do you know how many calories that drink has? I am not running on my elliptical for an extra 2 hours just to burn it off later."

Though Sunshine grimaced slightly at the information, she still drank it since it was good regardless of the calorie intake. Mike approved of her explanation though.

"Good to see you're always on top of things, Rachel."

Still on her phone, Rachel replied, "of course I am. Did you move my things yet?"

"Of course I did! I even checked and cleaned things up for you, making sure that everything's in order," Mike answered diligently.

"Excellent. Now, what's next on my schedule?" Rachel asked, no longer using her phone.

"President Ryerson called for you to come in ASAP. So after you finish your last scene," Mike informed her from the chair next to her. The starlet had a feeling she knew what it was about already. He was a predictable man and she was a stubborn young woman. They were already a good many tweets in response to Rachel's vegan drink, both positive and negative. "You know he won't to be happy about your tweet, right?" Rachel just shrugged her shoulders in response.

As they arrived, Sandy was looking at Mike accusingly and angrily, head buried in his hands. "I told you to tell her to stop tweeting about her veganism! She knows how most people feel about her veganism! They feel like she's preaching to them. Trying to convert them into a vegan diet with her, Michael! You're her manager. Manage her!" he yelled as he started throwing magazines and tissue paper at him, eventually throwing the whole box out of frustration.

"Believe me, I've tried to stop her but she never listens to me. You know how stubborn she is," he replied petulantly.

He turned to a PR for the company, specifically for Rachel Barbra Berry damage control. "Did you delete the articles yet?"

"I'm trying but 'Vegan Caramel Soy Latte' is already the most popular keyword in most search engines. There are just too many articles for me to delete." The PR grimaced in response to the face Sandy made.

"Why must she insist on promoting her pro veganism everywhere she goes? Does she think everyone agrees with the vegan way of life? No! Most people like their meat with more meat on top! Vegetables? No, throw it away please," he groaned as he sank in to the office chair. "This is a crime against meat lovers!" he yelled as he spun around in a circle before Rachel came walking in. As soon as he heard her speak, Sandy's tone of voice changed immediately.

"Why'd you call me in today? I'm tired after filming all day." Her sunglasses were on and her outfit was flawless. However, her demeanor spoke of absolute boredom as she sat on the couch her manager had vacated.

Sandy turned to her with a saccharine tone of voice. "Tired? How can you possibly look so radiant if you're tired? Your skin care is no joke. You never look less than your very best!" He spoke enthusiastically as he regarded her with a big smile. "We could do a makeup commercial right now with your perfect, unblemished skin, Rachel! Their makeup artists wouldn't even need to touch you up at all!" He looked to his PR who smiled in agreement with him immediately, nodding his head too enthusiastically to be genuine.

Rachel, ever a blunt person, asked as she settled herself on the couch more comfortably, "what did you want to talk about? I'm exhausted. I just want to go home and rest." She took her sunglasses off and did a quick hair flip to get her hair out of her face. Even her hair looked flawless.

Looking at her nervously, Sandy cleared his throat before speaking. "Do you know about … how your tweet about your vegan drink went earlier?"

Giving her manager a bored look, despite how she felt inside, Rachel knew what he was getting at. "Did people make a big deal about my veganism again?"

He leaned back and snapped his fingers, "That's it! People are just like that nowadays, making a big deal out of nothing! Who cares that you're vegan? You're not trying to convert them! In fact, I didn't know people were sensitive about it until today! Honestly!"

She looked the picture of uninterested as she responded. "Really now?"

He gave her a look of agreement. "Of course I didn't know, Rachel! They're just saying those things and being finicky because they're envious of you."

Rachel was looking at her shoe as she responded. "Yeah, that's true. People are always like that when it comes to famous people. They tend to do those things out of jealousy and having complete anonymity allows them to be that way without repercussion."

Sandy nodded his head vigorously in agreement. "Absolutely. You're absolutely right, Rachel! That's why I think we shouldn't deal with them publicly. I would even go as far as to say you shouldn't go on any of your social networking sites! No Twitter. No Instagram. No Facebook. None of that today!"

Giving him a glance, she immediately objected "no, I won't do that."

Becoming nervous, his voice took a panicked edge. "What? Wh-why not, Rachel?" His face had confusion and worry marring his features as he waited for her explanation.

The brunette gave him a look as if to say, 'are you dumb?' "Who would I talk to if I couldn't use SNS, Sandy? With whom?"

Still panicked, he pointed at himself. "You can talk to me! You can talk to your manager or stylist! Even this guy!" he said, pointing to the PR man in the room.

Rolling her eyes as she looked away from him, Rachel mumbled under her breath softly. "I would hate that even more." He heard her anyways, causing his eye to twitch in annoyance. He was used to playing this game with her, just as much as she was used to playing it with him. But she won most of the time against the president.

"Rachel Barbra Berry! You just lost your sponsor from a makeup company becau—"

Rachel knew where he was going with this. His anger was predictable and she already had a counterattack planned.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered. You remember Mr. Goolsby, don't you? He has been calling me a lot lately," she said with an aloof look, using her amazing acting skills just as she's done many times to win. Rachel was just playing with him.

"Goolsby? Dustin Goolsby called you? Why? Why'd he call you Rachel?" The starlet could hear the anxiousness in his voice and smiled internally while her face remained as impassive as it had been the entire meeting.

Playing up her cluelessness, she completely fooled President Ryerson. He had no idea that she was actually a master at playing this game, not him. "I don't know why he keeps calling me. But he keeps asking me if I'm going to renew my contract with you and your company. He tells me that he's loaded from having some British investors and wonders if I'll join his company when my contract with you is up." She gave the slightest pause to finally met Sandy's eyes. "I've heard that you're best friends. Are you okay with that?" Rachel finally asked, still displaying picture perfect innocence.

Sandy paused then swore. "Goolsby, that bastard!"

She looked away from him again and had to smirk internally at how well she had played President Ryerson again. "Can I leave? Are we done here?" her tone was almost airy, nonchalant.

His attention was back on Rachel once again as he answered. "Yes, yes! You should go rest, I'm sure you've had a tiring day, Rachel! I have everything set up for your new place. I'm sure you'll like it!" Almost as soon as the words left his mouth he stood up and directed his attention to Mike. "Why are you just standing there?! Escort her to her new apartment!"

Knowing she was victorious, Rachel had an almost natural seeming nonchalance as she left.

X

At the esteemed New York Institute of Knowledge, two colleagues were gossiping to each other. Both women were having a good laugh at their topic of conversation.

"Did she really say that because she wants to push veganism on everyone?" one woman asked loudly. "She could just be trying to show everyone her favorite drink."

The other gossiping woman spoke up, "everyone knows how pushy she is. It's an open secret how difficult she is on set about having vegan options for herself."

The last colleague, not joining in on the gossip replied to her regardless. "Oh, that reminds me. Do you know that our department's having a little social get together? Everyone in the social science faculty has been invited," he said, directing his gaze at them finally after having ignored their conversation up until this moment. "The dean wants us all to be in attendance for it."

The woman who had been actively insulting Rachel stood up with a sly look to her colleague. "Professor Fabray? Are you going to join us for the get together?" she asked, peering over the divider to Quinn's office cubicle. Despite the question, Quinn did not look up from her desk for a moment. Her stare was fixed at whatever she was working on at her desk. When she received no response the gossiping colleague eyes glanced away to the others before attempting to ask again. "Professor Fabray?" When the blonde finally looked up, the other professor smiled and continued to speak. "We have a gathering today." Before she could speak further Quinn finally spoke up, her husky voice low and deep as she said three short words.

"I cannot attend."

The other professor was feeling bold now. "We've shared an office together for over a year and we've never once gone out for meals as colleagues." She paused before asking, "Do you even know my name?" Quinn had already looked away from her colleague but looked up when she asked this, her normally stoic, impassive face actually showed that she was slightly startled by the question. Her lack of answer caused her colleague's smile to falter and the other two professors to look up curiously.

"You don't … do you?"

The other female colleague stood up, speaking with slight incredulity to her tone. "Oh, my God! You both see each other every day. You know my name, right?" she asked, standing up next to her colleague and laying a hand on her chest as she asked about herself.

Quinn's face turned impassive again but she knew she was caught and her eyes glanced around the room to avoid their gazes. Their last colleague stood up as well, curious to know the answer. "Do you know mine at least?" he asked, too hopeful for Quinn's taste. She looked at him, glanced at the other two women, and promptly chose to leave.

"I must leave now." She stood up with her bags and left as they all looked at her with disappointed gazes, knowing when she didn't answer them.

X

Sitting in the van as her manager drove her to her new place, Rachel sat in the middle seat. "Rachel, why won't you stop tweeting or using any of your SNS accounts today?" Mike asked, his voice was a bit whiny. He always tried to use the fact that he was younger to get Rachel to listen to him, not that it really worked for him.

Rachel glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes as she said vehemently, "I told you no! Don't you know that I have 20,000 friends on these sites?"

Mike, ever the level-headed person, responded with, "They aren't your friends, Rachel! They can turn on you at any moment! Even if they like you today, who's to say they won't dislike you the next second! It's a hard to be a celebrity and find genuine people." Rachel looked away from the Asian, knowing he was right. "It hasn't even a month since the other incident about your veganism. Remember when you ordered a Vegan Chai Latte with soy milk instead of regular milk?" The brunette recalled the memory she had of her asking the barista to remake it when she found out what kind of milk she used. The barista had taken to twitter, calling her a diva for asking her to remake the drink. Most of the people on twitter had been on her side, saying that if the barista made the drink wrong, it was her own fault. Other people took to twitter saying that she shouldn't be so difficult about her 'preference' of milk. Rachel then stated on twitter that her vegan lifestyle was not a preference but something she wholeheartedly believed in. She also tweeted about how people should not back down from their beliefs just because others put them down for it. It was something never did in high school and she wouldn't ever now. "Why do you even bother posting if it causes so much trouble? People are constantly making fun of your veganism or disagreeing with it." Sunshine was sitting in the back of the van, looking between the other two occupants with a small pout.

Finally looking away from Mike, she responded apathetically, "I don't care what they say about me at all."

"Rachel? Can I be frank with you?" Mike asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Rachel only looked away with a scoff. "You shouldn't interact with those people on SNS too much, or at all really. When you connect with your fans they tend to lose the respect they have for you. Not doing so will make you seem more … mysterious."

Before he could say more, Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt and smacked her manager with a water bottle, saying, "just shut up and drive, Michael Chang." Mike rubbed at his head as he groaned from being attacked rather roughly with the water bottle. Shortly after, they pulled up to Rachel's new apartment complex. Rachel rushed out of the car as soon as it stopped.

"Why are you getting out of the car? Cease following me! Don't follow me!" she yelled out angrily to her manager and stylist who ignored her words.

"But you don't know the apartment number!" Mike yelled in response, trying to catch up to her.

"What? Do you think I'm that stupid? You don't think I can get into my own apartment just because of that incident that barista posted up about me asking her to make my drink order, right? You told me that it was apartment 2301," she said, still moving forward and away from him.

Mike was still reluctant to leave her alone, "C'mon, let me walk you to the elevator at least so you're not alone."

Rachel scoffed at Mike as she continued to walk ahead of him. "No thank you, Michael."

"Rachel," Sunshine tried in an attempt to reason with Rachel.

She couldn't take it anymore, "I told you, I can go by myself!" she yelled loudly at them both, her volume startling Mike and Sunshine.

Sunshine spoke up again, this time about something else more important. "You have to return your earrings because the sponsors gave them to you, Rachel!" The normally soft-spoken girl nearly yelled in an attempt to get the star's attention. Rachel, still facing away from them, took a deep breath. Her face twitched as she tried to look slightly less severe when she turned around. Her gaze was still harsh as she slapped her clutch into her stylist's hand and put her sunglasses on top of it before removing the earrings swiftly, adding to the pile in Sunshine's hand before promptly grabbing her things.

She gave both of them a pointed look as she spoke a final time. "There, happy now? I'm leaving."

Sunshine traded worried looks with Mike before speaking up. "Do you think it's a good idea to just let her go alone?"

Mike turned his attention to his fellow Asian once again as she continued. "The last time we let her get into an elevator alone, she ran into a pervert who flashed her." Sunshine's face scrunched up in worry as Mike spoke up again.

"Yeah, well, that pervert was in the hospital for eight weeks afterwards. She beat the hell out of that kid with his own cell phone. It was the first time I ever felt bad for a pervert more than the victim." Sunshine gave a grimace at the thought and imagery she was presented with after hearing that.

Rachel, in the meantime, was standing in front of the elevator, tapping her expensive heels impatiently. While waiting, a blonde had approached the elevator as well, pressing the button to go up the elevator. As soon as she stood next to Rachel, the star stared over at her over the top of her sunglasses suspiciously. As soon as the elevator dinged, the woman entered it, Rachel following after another few seconds, wary of the stranger. She pressed the button for the 23rd floor and glanced over to see if Quinn, standing a few feet away from her, would press a different floor or not. When the blonde did not, Rachel grew even more suspicious of her supposed elevator 'companion'. She continued to eye Quinn suspiciously under her sunglasses.

Rachel watched the number of floors rise and the higher it went the more she glanced over at Quinn. When they passed the 12th floor and Quinn still did not indicate her floor was different, Rachel gave a small, ironic chuckle at the situation before turning to Quinn.

Rachel spoke. "Excuse me?" Quinn looked in her direction, giving Rachel her attention. Rachel continued, "Aren't you going to select a floor? Why haven't you pressed the button to your floor?" Quinn looked away, silently exasperated by the woman. "That's right. I am the Rachel Berry." Rachel took her sunglasses off as she said this before directing another gaze at her elevator stalker. Quinn didn't know who she was but now she certainly had a name to the face of the strange woman. They gazed at each other as Rachel continued and Quinn scoffed at what Rachel said next.

"How long have you been following me?" They looked away again.

"How do you know where my new place is?" Rachel asked. The other woman just shook her head. Rachel just couldn't stop though. The brunette approached Quinn and continued her rant. "What do you want from me? Do you want an autograph? Do you want a picture with me? Would that be enough for you to leave me alone?" She leaned a bit closer to Quinn. The blonde just ignored her and inhaled. Rachel leaned away from her then, giving her a once over. "Looking at you, I know you're still young and still full of energy. Use that youthfulness to study or work out instead of wasting it with this." Rachel glanced up at Quinn's taller frame as she said this. Hazel eyes closed as Quinn wondered how this could possibly be happening right now but kept her face as indifferent as it always seemed. The starlet continued, unable to stop. "You picked the wrong person to mess with! This isn't the first time this has happened to me!"

The elevator dinged then, announcing their arrival. Quinn continued to ignore Rachel as moved out of the elevator, the brunette still speaking to her. "You pervert! Hey! Are you trying to go into my apartment?" she yelled, following after her angrily. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Rachel stopped when Quinn stop in front of 2300 and punch in her passcode to enter the apartment. "Oh! You're … you're my next door neighbor? You … live here? I just moved to the apartment next to you, 2301. What a surprise!" Rachel said with a smile and giggle. She also came to another realization at that moment when Quinn didn't acknowledge her more. "Do you … not know who I am?" she asked sheepishly. When Quinn continued to look at her blankly Rachel continued, "You haven't the faintest idea who I am, do you?"

Quinn finally responded, "Should I know who you are?" she asked briskly.

Rachel was quick to respond, "Well, no, you don't really have to know who I am." Rachel looked embarrassed before she spoke again. "But why are you still looking at me?" she asked, almost hoping that she really hadn't met the one person who didn't know who she was.

Still as aloof as ever Quinn responded, "I need to enter my passcode again."

"Oh, sorry," Rachel said, her face not quite looking contrite though she nodded, looking away as she apologized again. As soon as Rachel looked away Quinn finally entered her apartment, leaving Rachel to stand awkwardly in front of her apartment door. She looked away from the door and scoffed yet again. "That punk. That kid! Who does she think I am?" Rachel gave pause as she thought about it. "Does she … does she really not know who I am? How could that be possible?" Her face became horrified as she continued to throw out theories out loud as to how this woman didn't know who she was. "Is she even from North America? Is she an alien?" Throughout all of this Rachel didn't know that the subject of her thoughts could hear every word and had smirked at the alien comment she made.

X

At a high end restaurant sitting with three other ladies dressed to the nines, Rachel's mother sat, eating delicately. "Everyone in North America knows who Rachel Barbra Berry is," she said bragging like a proud mother. "Everyone thinks they have the title being the national singer or actor, but they are all exaggerations. These people need to have everyone in America know them first before they should get that kind of acknowledgement, like my Rachel does." Shelby looked around at the other women dining with her. Andrea Anderson looked up from her meal, chewing politely as she watched Shelby brag. "I think it's ridiculous for someone to call themselves a national actress just because they had one good running in a show and won an Emmy."

Another woman at the table agreed with Shelby. "I agree with you. Only Rachel deserves such a title." She giggled with her friend sitting next to her over that.

The other friend, sitting diagonally across from her, continued the conversation. "Well, our kids all started their careers together years ago." Andrea looked on silently as the others spoke, quietly observing the scene before her carefully. "It's such a shame that only Rachel and Blair stayed in the acting business together."

The other friend spoke again. "I heard that Rachel is starring in another a new drama."

Shelby made a noise of agreement as she swallowed her bite of food. "She actually chose this drama over the movie Steven Spielberg was begging her to be in."

The friend sitting next to Shelby spoke again. "I hope that it works out for her."

As soon as she finished speaking, her friend sitting across from her interjected with, "I didn't hear anything about Blair being in the drama too."

Andrea spoke up hesitantly, reluctantly. "Yes …" before she could say more Shelby interrupted her eagerly, rudely.

"Oh, that's right. She has the role of Rachel's friend." She smiled winningly, almost as if she was being kind but Andrea knew better. "They only write articles about lead actresses, as you know." The other two women chuckled indulgently.

And then Andrea spoke up again, remembering something that she could use against Shelby. "Oh, that reminds me. Didn't Rachel move today? Have you visited her yet? You should go to her new apartment and give her a gift!"

Upon hearing that, Shelby nearly spat out her drink. "Rachel moved?" Her face was so startled that Andrea knew she had won a point in their old quiet game of barbed insults disguised as friendship.

"Oh my, you didn't know that your daughter moved?" her face looked almost genuine, but there was an edge to her eyes as she looked at Shelby. Hidden contempt. Her face betrayed her as she gave a slight smile when she saw how Shelby glanced over to their other two friends before blatantly lying. She saw how they looked at her and smoothed her face over.

"What? Of course I knew she moved! I was going to visit her but … Rachel didn't want to bother me with visiting her at her new apartment." Shelby was giving shifty looks, only giving herself away to Andrea who observed her closely.

Her other friend spoke up, "Where did she move to, Shelby?" she asked, a smile on her face.

Shelby's face fell at the question. "Huh?" Andrea knew that Shelby didn't know as she saw Shelby gaze at her for just a moment before attempting to answer, "She's moved to … West New York." Shelby barely finished when she was spoken over by Andrea.

"Upper East Side of Manhattan." Shelby gave Andrea a thinly veiled look of utter dislike.

She smiled as she said, "Oh yes, I know the place!" Andrea looked down at her plate victoriously as Shelby took another sip of her drink. "That was my mistake." Her other two friends shook their heads at her behavior, knowing the truth. Andrea smiled victoriously as she took a sip of her drink.

After dinner was over, Andrea had the chauffer her daughter sent her drive her home. Before driving past, she saw Shelby standing in front of the restaurant, most likely attempting to hail a cab. "Wait a moment," she told her driver. He pulled up to where Shelby was standing. "Shelby! I can give you a ride home if you want."

Shelby was quick to say, "No it's okay. I'm fine." She tried to wave Andrea away.

"You can either learn to drive or you can ask your nationally acclaimed actress daughter to get a chauffeur for you. You look so pitiful, standing there waiting by the curb."

Playing up her lies, Shelby smiled as she spoke, "Well, Rachel wanted me to have a chauffeur. But I just don't want one with me everywhere I go." She knew how pathetic the words were but she had to keep up appearances for her own sake. "And we have taxis everywhere here in New York."

Andrea, knowing better than to trust Shelby's words at face value, got what she wanted. "Well, okay then. Just be careful, Shelby."

"No problem there! Bye, Andrea!" The moment the car drove away, Shelby sneered at it and its passenger. She had lost at their game this time and she knew it.

In the car Andrea was sneering at Shelby herself. "You've been abandoned by your own daughter because you tried to mooch too much money off of her …" she glanced at the side mirror at Shelby's form on the curb, "and yet you still have the gall to gloat about her success."

For Shelby, watching the car drive away, she spoke into the night air, "Andrea! You know your daughter is just a supporting role, same as you. You'll never be the lead," she scoffed. "Don't think you have the right to act like you're so graceful in front of the lead." Shelby moved her purse to her other shoulder when she realized something else, "why didn't Rachel tell me that she was moving?" She moved hastily to grab her phone from her pocket, calling Rachel, who was in her new apartment checking out the articles about her drink. The starlet's phone vibrated and lit up as her screen screamed 'Mother'.

Ignorant Rachel Berry does it again with her attempts to spread her Veganism!

Rachel read a few of the article titles out loud incredulously. Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun, wearing clothes reminiscent of her high school days: a sweatshirt thrown over a t-shirt and sweatpants. Rachel was so engrossed in reading the awful comments that she didn't notice her phone vibrating on her table. The brunette scoffed at the words she had just read, "Ugh, it's completely obvious from the screenname that this person is just a kid." She read another comment and this one hurt. "Did you get Botox injected in your brain? I bet your brain doesn't have a single wrinkle." Rachel let out another scoff as she brought her head down and closed her eyes. After a moment, she slammed her laptop closed and rested her head down against her arms. "Where do these kids learn how to be so mean? School? Is that what they're studying these days?" She finally noticed her phone's vibration now that she wasn't preoccupied with something else. It lit up with the word 'Mom' flashing on the screen again. Sighing Rachel answered her phone. "Hello?" It was the only word she got out before her mother exploded angrily on her side.

"Rachel Barbra Berry, how could you?" she yelled angrily. "How could you embarrass me like that? Why did I have to hear about you moving from someone else?" she asked, the anger of embarrassment showing through.

Rachel's face was stoic, almost emotionless as she spoke into the phone. "You told me to never contact you again." Rachel's response was as lackluster as her face. She continued, her tone gaining an edge as she continued. "You told me … that you didn't want me to be your daughter anymore." Rachel almost sounded nonchalant but she had been truly devastated by the words then, still was even now.

Shelby attempted to explain. "Well, you know that I … when did you start listening to me?" Shelby turned it on Rachel when she couldn't explain her words.

Rachel's voice sounded just as angry as her mother's but her expression showed a depth of feelings that her mother could not see. "I've always listened to you. I listened to you when you asked for money to open a French restaurant. I listened to you when you asked for money to open a boutique."

With every word that left Rachel's mouth Shelby knew that she was wrong and that Rachel was right. "Stop talking about the past!"

"Well, there were recent things, too. Like money to start a diet supplement store that closed. And that donut shop that failed, too."

Finally having heard enough Shelby asked her, "how much could they have possibly cost you?" Shelby became haughty. "When you look in the mirror, you should know your beautiful face and slim body are from me. Your million dollar face and body came from me, Rachel." The younger woman could feel tears gathering at the edges of her eyes. "Just imagine your life without having a mother like me. Do you think it's easy to look this beautiful naturally? Quite frankly Rachel, your acting is terrible." Shelby felt so powerful, tearing her own daughter down like she was. "All of the money you make from acting and commercials is all thanks to the looks I gave you. Not because of your subpar acting skills. You, of all people, should know this fact."

Knowing her mother was done with her rant Rachel finally said, "I look like my dad, not you."

Hearing this, Shelby became indignant. "Oh my God! You look nothing like your father! He wasn't even that handsome!"

Rachel, feeling the tears ready to burst responded in kind. "Oh yeah. You only married him for his money. That's why you dumped him when he went broke, Mother."

"Wait a minute here! What do you actually know about that, huh? Nothing!" Shelby yelled into the phone shrilly.

Not willing to let her continue, Rachel interrupted her. "I know that I'm more like Dad so I hate you all the more for it. So, don't you ever talk about Dad like that again!" Rachel yelled angrily, tears streaming down her face.

Shelby's face contorted before she regained control and simply said, "I don't have any money. Send me another five million dollars. You know how to use automatic transfer, don't you? And call your brother because he hasn't been home for two days." Rachel hung up before her mother could hurt her anymore.

Rachel sighed desolately into her empty apartment. "Ray Barry Berry, why'd you leave home again?"

X

Over in a computer café, several girls took notice of an extremely good looking young man. Ray Berry was playing his favorite strategy game with his headphones on when his phone vibrated. He closed his eyes briefly when he saw his sister's name flash on the phone's screen. Glancing at it for a moment, he flipped it over and continuing his gaming. His friend was photo shopping a picture of Rachel to make it look like she was wearing a bikini. He called to his friend sitting on his left first. "Look at this!" The other friend laughed and then he turned to his right, gaining Ray's attention. "Hey, Ryan! Look at this!" The younger Berry took his headphones off, letting it hang around his neck as he paused his game and leaned over to his friend's computer screen. "Doesn't this look so real?" he asked excitedly, unaware of Ray's relationship to the starlet. Not noticing Ray's face morphing into disgust, he continued. "Next time, I'll do a nude picture of her!" he laughed at the thought not noticing Ray moving back until he was jolted to the side from a violent kick to his chair. Shock was apparent on his friend's face as he stared at him slack-jawed.

"This picture better be gone before I come back from the bathroom." His voice was low and threatening. The girls, who he paid no attention to, were watching him closely.

"Okay, I got it," his friend's face was confused as he agreed. Stepping past him, Ray gave the chair another hard kick, causing his friend to jump in the chair and stare after his retreating form.

"What's his problem?" he asked as he watched him enter the bathroom.

The friend seated next to him muttered unsurely. "Maybe he's a fan?"

X

The clock blinked 10:00 PM in Quinn's apartment as she lay in bed, trying to sleep. She could hear water dripping from her kitchen sink, causing her enough discomfort that she couldn't sleep. After turning the faucet's knob, she got back into bed. That's when she heard a beautiful but loud voice echoing in her ears. Rachel had changed into a loose button down shirt and shorts after taking a shower and she was blow drying her hair as she belted loudly into her blow dryer, her earphones plugged into her iPod. "Just hate me, stop obsessing over me …" Rachel danced ridiculously in her bathroom as she sang, stepping over to the chair in front of her makeup station and putting a slipper covered foot on top of it as she sang a particularly powerful note. "Oh, don't look for me again!" She held her blow dryer in front of her face for another powerful note while in Quinn tossed in her bed, trying to cover her ears with her arms and pillow as Rachel continued to sing at full blast. "Because I will break your heart! Say that I am cruel!"

"You really are cruel …" Quinn deadpanned in her bed, beyond annoyed with this woman next door.

Ironically Rachel's next line was, "Don't swear at me!"

Quinn sat up in her bed. "I think I will do just that." Quinn turned her head to the alarm clock to see that only seven minutes of this torture had passed by. It seemed so much longer to her.

"Forever~!" Rachel sang powerfully into her makeshift microphone, completely unaware of the disturbance she had caused to her next door neighbor. Rachel sang in a higher pitch with each note before finally releasing it with a large lungful of air. Rachel was known for her impeccable breath control but in this moment, she lost it all. That was when she heard the doorbell ring. There were still tears in her eyes as she looked over to the direction of sound. What greeted her when she opened her door was the sight of her next door neighbor wearing a bathrobe over her sleeping attire looking quite indifferently in front of her but not meeting Rachel's gaze, arms crossed over her chest.

"Can I … help you?" she asked hesitantly, giving her neighbor a once over.

"Do you know what time it is?" she inquired, her tone cold, finally meeting Rachel's eyes momentarily.

Rachel observed her before looking away thoughtfully. "Right now? I think that it's a little past ten."

Quinn was still gazing at Rachel intensely, her hazel eyes boring into Rachel's warm brown eyes, as she spoke again. "Is it not common sense to refrain from singing this late even if you're an amazing singer?" she asked, giving Rachel a pointed look.

Rachel gave Quinn a sheepish look, "you heard me singing? I decided to move here because the realtor told me that the walls were sound-proof. I'm sorry." Rachel apologized hurriedly and attempted to close her door when Quinn spoke before it shut. The blonde wasn't looking at her directly. Her gaze had shifted to the door.

"It's because you sing so loudly … that you're causing a disturbance."

"What?" Rachel asked, her face contorting into confusion.

"Disturbing others at night is a crime. If I report you, you can be penalized for it." Quinn spoke emotionlessly and met Rachel's eyes again.

Rachel stepped out of her door a bit more, opening it wider. "You're seriously complaining about this?" Rachel had been stooped in between the door but now she straightened to her full height, and her tone was indignant. They eyed at each other, causing Quinn to swallow when she heard Rachel's tone. "For singing? Or is it just because we're neighbors?"

Quinn cleared her throat slightly, "look, I'm not saying that I will report you. I'm only saying that it's common sense …" Quinn glanced down before meeting Rachel's gaze again.

Never breaking eye contact the brunette stared Quinn down. "So, you're saying that I lack common sense?"

Looking at Rachel with the slightest trace of annoyance Quinn tried to speak. "No, I—"

"That I'm stupid and ignorant? Am I stupid? Brainless? Are you saying that I'm stupid enough to get Botox injected into my brain so that it's wrinkle free?! Is that what you're saying to me right now?" Quinn finally looked away, feeling guilty for bringing this up now after seeing the way the woman before her was coming so undone. "I only ate an apple today and some cabbage. That was all I ate and I still don't feel hungry. It's because people give me so much crap about how I look, about what I eat." Quinn knew that Rachel was no longer talking about her alone but she was feeling more ashamed by the second. "I never imagined, never dreamed, that someone would give me even more crap just for singing. Let alone my neighbor!" The blonde regarded Rachel once again. "Can't I sing just for a second? For just a few minutes?" Quinn couldn't look away from Rachel's imploring gaze. "After all of the shit I've been through, when can I relieve my stress?" Rachel's eyes had so many tears gathered in her eyes Quinn simply couldn't turn her remorseful eyes away from the sight. Rachel was yelling hysterically into the hallway, no longer seeing Quinn at this point. "All I ate today was an apple and half of a cabbage head!" Rachel seemed to realize how wound up she had become.

She stopped speaking altogether, silence falling between the two as Rachel let out a pained breath and brought her fist against her mouth, attempting to calm herself. Quinn, seeing this, looked at her contritely and opened her mouth to say something, to try to apologize but Rachel held her other hand up flat, and spoke with a watery voice. "Don't. It's okay. You don't need to apologize." Rachel's words were so soft, so gentle and she couldn't look the blonde in the eyes. Quinn couldn't help but feel repentant for bringing this woman into such a sorry state. Rachel finally pulled her hands away from her face, "I do not feel like talking to you anymore." She swiftly shut the door before Quinn could say anything.

Quinn just stared at the shut door for a moment before looking away and sighing softly.

Rachel was now lying face down on her bed, crying miserably into her arms as she asked into the empty air what she did to deserve this. She let out a painful sob. "Is everyone else in the world so perfect and smarter than me?" Rachel spoke through another painful sob. "They said that I was that I was their favorite because I'm the prettiest but now … now they're all talking crap about me." Rachel was sobbing miserably into her arms as she spoke. "They aren't loyal at all."

Lying in her bed, Quinn heard every word and sob as Rachel wept next door. Though Quinn felt bad, she was still annoyed that she was losing sleep because of Rachel's crying. Eventually, she gave up when she heard a particularly loud sob. Getting out of bed, she walked to her hidden study. This place was filled with old, priceless artifacts from the last four centuries from every place she had been able to collect throughout her stay on Earth. There were also various degrees from many prestigious colleges, such as Harvard, Princeton, Yale, etc. Scrolls, books, pottery, all manner of items from over the years surrounded Quinn. The alien approached her large bookcase, reaching for a single book, her most recent journal that contained entries from the last few years. She moved to the desk in her private study and sat down on the chair before turning the lamp on. Quinn wrote in the date as 2013. 12. 18. She paused for a moment, thinking about what she wanted to write before finally deciding on [Record of the last three months on Earth]

X

On the set of the drama Rachel was currently working on, Blair's manager was talking to another person on set. "But this is completely unacceptable. Blair woke up at 2 this morning to be on standby. Her hair and makeup have been done since 4:30 and now it's already 9."

"But the director isn't ready yet. What am I supposed to do about that?" he asked, making a show of sweeping his arm around helplessly.

"Are you doing this just because she's not the lead?" Blair's manager asked. "Would you have made Rachel Berry wait this long on like you did Blair?" he asked angrily. Said girl was sitting in a seat in the van with someone fixing her hair as she waited.

"What does she have to do with this?" the assistant said in response.

"Blair was only in three scenes yesterday. Her first scene was early in the morning. The second was at 5pm. The last scene was at midnight." Blair's manager spoke passionately and the assistant, annoyed, took his hat off to rub his forehead. The manager continued, "Rachel finished 20 of her scenes in a mere 7 hours compared to Blair."

Having enough with the manager, the assistant yelled back. "Then become the star of the show!" Blair, having heard every word, grimaced. "Or you can both just quit."

Blair's manager was incredulous. "What!?"

Finally, Blair left the comfort of her seat to interrupt the arguing men. "That's enough, manager." She gave him a placating smile as she turned to the other man he had been arguing with. "I'm so sorry! He's been a bit sensitive lately. Today especially, it seems."

The assistant, feeling validated, asked "why does everyone on set take me for granted?" as he looked away and walked away.

As soon as the assistant was out of earshot, Blair's manager started off again. "I can't deal with this anymore, Blair."

"But this always happens," Blair pointed out kindly. "You should just ignore it."

Her manager wasn't letting it go though. "Where's Rachel? She should've been on standby at 8 but I don't see her around anywhere."

They both looked around before Blair responded. "I think Rachel's going to be late today. She actually might not even make it."

Her manager's eyebrows rose in question, "and why's that?"

"Didn't you see the news this morning?" Blair asked in response to his question.

A newscaster was speaking as they filmed at Princeton, where Rachel was supposedly attending.

We're always hearing about how some colleges will allow celebrities to enter with a special admissions process. What makes this even worse is that even at these prestigious schools, these stars are given special treatment. Someone, who will remain anonymous, said that Rachel Barbra Berry hasn't been attending school for several months now despite her enrollment to this Ivy League School. So here we are, visiting the school to see if these rumors might be true.

"An anonymous report? Who could that be?" Rachel asked incredulously as the reporter asked around.

"Have you seen Rachel Berry at school recently?" he asked an approaching student.

"I saw her just yesterday."

"Where did you see her?"

"On TV. She's always in commercials."

"Then, does that mean you've never seen her on campus before?" The reporter was quick to ask.

"I don't think I've actually seen her around here. Didn't she already graduate from school?"

Rachel was sitting on the couch watching this with Sandy Ryerson, the PR guy, her manager, and her stylist. Rachel couldn't believe this. "How am I supposed to go to school if I'm busy shooting a drama? Isn't this just a bit much?" Rachel asked incredulously. She turned from Sandy nodding in agreement and looked at her manager and stylist who also nodded their heads.

The newscaster continued on. "Her agency has stated that she cannot attend class owing to the fact that she has a busy schedule."

"Yes, that's right," Rachel said, nodding her head in agreement with him this time.

"However, while she says that she is supposedly busy with her filming schedule … Ms. Berry apparently had more than enough time to buy a cup of her favorite Vegan Caramel Soy Latte and tweet about it." The newscaster held up his phone as proof, presenting a picture of Rachel's selfie. "She didn't appear too busy while enjoying this drink." Everyone in the room groaned when he said this, annoyed with the newscaster for bringing that drink up. "It's apparent that Rachel Berry used her stardom to gain special admission to this Ivy League School." While everyone was rubbing their heads, Rachel looked thoughtful. "And now she's neglecting her obligations as a student. How long should we ignore this kind of behavior?" he asked rhetorically. "This is Joe Hart for WABC-TV New York, reporting to you live."

The PR guy turned the TV off while Sandy spoke with a grave look on his face. "You need to stop giving people reasons to make comments about you on the Internet. I asked your director, Ryan Murphy, to allow you to have some time off for now. You will be, for the time being, only allowed to shoot your scenes at night, after your classes, and during the weekends. As for today, you need to go to school." Rachel's face was impassive again but internally she was annoyed by the events that had taken place over the course of just a few minutes, all because of Joe Hart.

"Going to school after that news report will make me look undignified and it'll prove those people right," Rachel said.

Sandy was quick to respond, "of course they'll say that you're undignified, Rachel, but if you don't attend at all … they'll probably say worse. They'll say that you don't care and you don't listen. And they'll hate you more for it!" Sandy was yelling now. "You should just go to school." Rachel sighed and agreed.

X

Russell Evans sat in his mansion, sipping on the best tea money could buy. Glancing at his watch, he asked his middle son in annoyance, "shouldn't Sam be here already?"

Jesse answered his father passively, "I think he's probably here already."

"I told him to study hard but he just keeps chasing that girl. What a foolish boy." Russell made some tsk noises as he sat up straight. Jesse smiled and nodded.

Russell turned to look at an employee. "What is the status of the land for that shopping mall? Is that man still not selling?"

"I'm sorry sir. We've been trying to convince him but he won't budge."

Jesse checked his phone at the pause before putting it away, hearing his father's voice again. "That needs to be taken care of before we have the shareholders' meeting."

The youngest in the group spoke up confidently as he looked into his father's eyes steadily. "I'm sure that I can handle it."

Russell looked at his son with a curious look. "And how will you do that?" he asked with slight skepticism.

He didn't miss a beat before responding. "The land's former owner has become deceased." His father let out a startled noise and both he and his employee sat up in their chairs. "They say he ran into a guard rail while driving. He must have fallen asleep at the wheel."

Russell, though not quite pleased by the news, knew how fortunate this was. "H-he did?" He let out a mirthless laugh. "That's quite … I don't want to be happy about someone's death … but it is advantageous for us. This does make things better for us, no?" he inquired.

His employee responded immediately. "Yes, it does. His son was the one who wanted to sell it to us since he really needs the money."

Not quite able to be displeased by someone else's death, Russell smiled and said, "That's excellent," and laughed.

With a still impassive face, Jesse congratulated his father.

"Jesse, call Sam. Tell him that we're having dinner together tonight."

"Yes, father."

X

At the airport, a young man in sunglasses answered his phone as he walked out of his terminal. "You know I want to, but you also know that I always choose chasing girls over family." He spoke with a smile, causing a dimple to peek out on his right cheek. He had three men behind him carrying his luggage for him as he walked. When he stopped walking, they stopped as well. He moved his phone to his other ear to look at a picture on his iPad of Rachel Berry from an article about her tweet about her favorite drink, "she must have been really pissed off about this." He gave a small smile before he continued. "I need to go comfort her, Jesse." With that he hung up and continued to peruse his iPad. As soon as he started walking again so did the poor men carrying his sizeable luggage.

X

Rachel had changed into her street casual wear, heading out with her stylist and manager stepping out in front of her. They said 'thank you' and 'bye' for Rachel as she was the last to step out of the building and Sunshine brought her hand up to help Rachel down the stairs only to be faced with Sam Evans waiting for her adjusting his coat sleeve. Mike was the first to notice Sam standing in front of the steps and he called out to him.

"Oh, Sam!" The blonde male took a few steps closer, giving Mike a quick nod of acknowledgment before turning to Rachel and taking his sunglasses off to address her properly.

"Rachel Berry! Somehow you've gotten even prettier since we last saw each other. You're well on your way to becoming a goddess one day." He had a big grin on his face as he watched her affectionately. He attempted to hug her only to be repelled by her finger pushing him back by his forehead.

"When did you get here?" she asked with annoyance once he was at a respectable distance from her.

"Only about half an hour ago. We haven't seen each other in 6 months. Didn't you miss me at least a little bit? Enough to be glad to see me?" he asked eagerly, like a puppy.

Rachel looked away from him, "I cannot afford the luxury of being glad."

Sam ignored this, as was common in their dance. "I heard you were going to school today. I'll take you to class. Let's go." Rachel silently moved to enter his car.

As they were driving, Rachel glanced at him for a moment as he fixed his hair in his rearview mirror before looking away again. "You seem to be in a good mood."

"It's all for the best. You needed to cut down on your busy schedule anyways," Sam said, once again ignoring what she said. "That way, when you graduate next year we can finally get married."

Used to his behavior, Rachel ignored him as well before saying, "just drop me off in front of that cab right over there."

He couldn't ignore it anymore. He always broke first in their banter. "Why? Don't you want to get married, Rachel?" He glanced at her briefly after saying it.

"I never said anything like that," she said in response.

"So … you'll get married eventually, right?" Sam asked.

"Eventually, maybe."

"Well then … why don't you marry me? The sooner the better."

"I know that I'll eventually marry someone someday but it's not going to be next year." Rachel's face remained impassive as she spoke.

"You won't?" he asked.

"If I get married I won't be offered roles for melodramas anymore. I'll start getting old lady roles instead," Rachel said petulantly.

Sam told her earnestly, glancing at her quickly. "There's no way that'd happen! You're way too pretty for that Rachel!" He turned his eyes back on the road. "You can be in melodramas and have rom-com roles after you get married. If you don't get them, I'll have my father pay to produce them for you, Rachel." He glanced at Rachel again.

She turned to look at him as she responded. "I don't do rom-coms, Sam. I only want to do steamy melodrama roles." Upon hearing that Sam looked at her nervously.

"S-steamy?"

"Yeah. You don't like that?" she inquired, giving him her most innocent look. It must have been her acting chops. Sam laughed her off after glancing at her expression.

He turned away again as he gave a reply. "Oh, of course I like them. The steamy relationship types are really the best for, um, melodramas." He even tried to emphasis this by bringing a fist up in agreement while not really meaning it, his face contradicting him. He said it to placate Rachel. "Soft melodramas aren't that good anyways."

Rachel didn't miss a beat as she continued to glance at him 'oh so innocently.' "There are going to be kiss scenes and bedroom scenes." As she spoke, Sam started to feel a bit heated and adjusted the collar of his turtleneck.

Sam thought of a good response. "Hey, it's all good! It's America after all. We're all about having an open mind and so … my mind is open to that stuff. I can more than understand having to do that in your career as a professional actress. A top actress."

"I honestly don't care if you understand it or not as long as my future partner, husband or wife, does." She looked away again as he looked at her.

"You know that it's going to be me, right? I'm pretty sure I've told you this about a thousand times since we were in middle school. I even stopped speaking to you in French because you hated it so much. Don't you get it?" He looked at her again and she turned her gaze to him, her face showing wryness from the situation.

"Rachel Berry's here!" Someone yelled as Rachel's fashionably heeled foot stepped out of Sam's car. Mike rushed to open the rest of the door for Rachel as she pulled her sunglasses out. It looked like she was being filmed for a commercial. She put them on in a way only someone famous would, in a haughty but cool fashion. Sam was quick to exit the car to flank her other side protectively as students and reporters alike swarmed her. Flashes from cameras and phones sounded as Rachel's photos were taken with every move she made. Rachel gave a customary wave of her hand as Mike and Sam worked to keep people from touching her as she walked towards her school, smiling for them as well as waving genially.

"She's not taking pictures right now!" Mike's yells fell upon deaf ears incapable of listening to anyone as they shouted things and took pictures of the star. "Sorry!" Mike yelled as he worked with Sam to deflect arms attempting to pull Rachel away from their protection like wolves. Rachel even flipped her hair for the cameras, still nowhere near the entrance because of the high volume of people in the way.

Finally making it into her classroom, Mike continued to tell people, despite how futile it was, that she would not be taking pictures at this moment. No matter how many cameras he deflected and people he told to put their phones away, no one listened to him while Rachel sat in her seat, completely ignoring the chaos around her. When Rachel opened her book her hair flew back a bit. Three nerdy male students sitting at their desks wished to be various things that she was currently using. One wanted to be the book she was flipping through. Another wanted to be the chair she was seated upon. The last wished to be her hair. Three female students, in contrast, made disbelieving comments about how she couldn't have been born so pretty. "She had to have gotten a nose job," one said with a slight scowl. Another young woman agreed.

"Yeah. No way was she born with a nose that perfect. Had to have been a nose job."

"She probably got her chin done, too. No one is naturally that good looking. I mean, anyone can look good with plastic surgery too."

"Yeah. You'd be so much prettier if you got surgery."

"You would, too."

Rachel, having heard the whole exchange muttered softly to herself. "Then get some surgery done so that we can actually compete."

Mike, having heard her, attempted to calm her down, "Rachel. Chill, okay? You're only here for appearances." She rolled her eyes at him in response before talking again.

"What's taking the professor so long? I want to get this over with already. The sooner he gets here, the faster I can leave." A chorus of "Hi!" rang out in the room as a few last minute students ran into the classroom, followed by the professor herself who happened to be the unbelievably attractive Quinn 'Rude Neighbor' Fabray. As soon as Rachel's gaze went from the book in front of her to the front of the classroom, time seemed to cease for a single moment as realization set in. The blonde was crossing the classroom to put her briefcase on her desk. "It's my next door neighbor! What in the heck is she doing here?" Rachel was completely caught off guard by this turn of events.

Mike's eyes flicked back and forth from the front of the classroom to Rachel several times before he probed her. "You know her, Rachel?" Quinn herself hadn't noticed Rachel right away but once she took her pen out for roll call, their eyes met. Rachel glanced down to respond.

"Yes, I know her. She lives next door," Rachel mumbled softly to Mike, who perked up immediately thinking that it was a good thing.

"Oh? Isn't that a good thing?"

"Justin Young," Quinn called out, starting roll call and listening to Rachel's conversation. "Eliza Wolf, Grant Warren."

Mike continued on. "This isn't going to be like your drama class, so it's going to be hard, Rachel. You're retaking this class because you failed last time."

"Huh, what?"

Mike was smiling at her as he asked mischievously. "You haven't done anything to upset her, have you?" He answered his own question before Rachel could herself. "Well, you only just moved yesterday so I'm sure you wouldn't have had enough time to do anything wrong yet." Mike was almost giddy. Quinn was still moving through the names from the alphabet backwards, so Rachel would be one of the last names called.

Rachel's voice sounded guilty as she said, "well, I did have the time." She was recalling the events that took place in the elevator the day before, especially her comments about Quinn being young and how she should focus on using her youthful energy for studying instead of implied stalking.

Looking at her contrite and nervous face, Mike was completely startled by the words. "What'd you do?" Rachel was now recalling the memory of her anger over Quinn insinuating that she'd file a noise complaint against her singing late at night and her subsequent freak out because she took her anger and depression out on Quinn. Recalling how hysterical she had been, Rachel banged her heels against the ground in frustration and huffed out a breath of air.

The class went on without much of a hitch as the professor lectured about the mating habits of blowflies. Though the material was fascinating in general, Rachel hadn't really taken any classes since she was a NYADA student nearly a decade ago. Though normally an academic, the brunette had barely lost Valedictorian to some Asian girl in her class named Tina Cohen-Chang in high school.

Rachel happened to yawn in the middle of Quinn's sentence and when Quinn looked at her direction, Rachel gave the blonde a sheepish, shy smile. It was endearing and Quinn continued her lecture without pause. She couldn't help that she was yawning so much. She was just so tired. Even worse, she started to nod off and felt her head dip forward, nearing falling asleep. The professor noticed all of it with the smallest smile on her face as she continued to lecture. When she glanced over at Rachel again, she made sure her face looked impassive though, not letting the star know she found it slightly amusing. When the brunette nearly fell asleep again, Mike nudged her with his elbow somewhat roughly. Quinn, having witnessed this, smiled slightly.

Rachel laughed along with the class when Quinn said something humorous during her lecture. Then she was falling asleep again. Her head jerked, waking her up, just as the class laughed at something the blonde said. Rachel gave a chuckle despite not having heard what was said due to her sleepiness and rested her chin against her hand. The class was finally over after an hour and Mike went ahead of her and made sure all of the students were gone before shutting the door so Rachel could speak to Quinn privately.

Fixing her books and hair, Rachel readied herself to approach Quinn, who was still gathering her things at the front of the classroom. Seeing her chance, Rachel stood from her seat and walked towards the center of the classroom where the tables split off to allow for space to move to the front of the room. Rachel called out to Quinn with an almost genuine smile on her face. "Professor! I'm sorry, I never assumed that you are a professor because of how young you look. I'm so surprised! It's great to see you!"

Standing ramrod straight with arms clasped behind her back primly, Quinn had a slightly incredulous look on her face. "Great to see me?"

"Well, yes!" Rachel was full on acting right now. "Yes, it is! You're confused about what happened last night, right? Did it surprise you? It certainly surprised me! I'm a bit bipolar sometimes. Last night was just one of those episodes." Rachel gave a little laugh, before she continued. "It's like the common cold these days."

Quinn's face remained impassive throughout because she knew Rachel was after something from her. "What is it you want from me?" Quinn didn't meet Rachel's eyes as she spoke, staring just passed her.

Rachel bluntly stated with a smile on her face, "Actually, about that essay you assigned … it's quite a bit of work."

Interrupting her abruptly, Quinn asked just as bluntly, "what of it?"

Back to playing coy, the actress brought her arms up and straightened to her full height, reaching Quinn's height with the aid of heels. "How do you think the states all became the United States? I think it's thanks to the entertainment business. Our culture has united us and I am right at that very core." Thinking that was a good enough explanation, Rachel quickly glanced at the blonde before glancing away again, seeing the professor maintaining eye contact for once. The brunette glanced at her again to see her hazel eyes still fixed on her form. Rachel blinked before making another attempt after exhaling and running a hand through her hair.

"Okay, I'm just gonna to be honest now. What I'm trying to say is that I'm busy with my drama since I was slaughtered on the news yesterday, I have no choice but to go to school now." Rachel looked away before she continued to speak. "As for the essay … it's too much extra work for me." Quinn nodded her head, finally turning her attention away from Rachel. Desperate, Rachel bent over in her rush to reach Quinn before she left and took hold of her arm. "So will you help me, please? I'm begging you! I understand that we didn't have a good first impression yesterday, but do you see how coincidental this is? You're my next door neighbor and my professor! You never know but this could be the start of a long affiliation between us and I can pay you back someday!" Rachel glanced down at the blazer Quinn wore over her button down shirt and gave it a few pats, as if to wipe away some dirt on it. "And that's just how life goes." When Quinn looked down at Rachel, she blinked her big doe eyes innocently. "What is it?"

Instead of answering verbally Quinn stepped closer into Rachel's personal space, forcing her to move back. Quinn, despite her professional outfit wore sneakers which clashed with Rachel's heeled feet, gave Rachel a stern look as she continued to back Rachel further into the classroom with calculating movements and piercing eyes. "That is not life." Despite how softly Quinn spoke, her presence was quite intimidating.

"W-what?" Rachel asked softly, nervously, now pressed against a desk with a scant few inches of space between their bodies.

"I know that the moment I help you, there will be a second and a third time. You are going to continue to mooch off of me and ask for more help." Quinn leaned in closer to Rachel, who in turn leaned back away from Quinn's close face. "That is how people live." Rachel swallowed the hard lump in her throat twice. She swallowed so hard it would have been audible to anyone who didn't have Quinn's super hearing. "And you will have no intention of paying me back like you say you will. You won't because life is far too short for a person to ever truly mature." Quinn's face was now only a few inches away from Rachel's face. With barely a pause, Quinn left the room with her things in hand, leaving Rachel slightly breathless from the encounter and still leaning over a desk. Rachel let out the breath she had been holding and turned her head when she heard the doorknob turn to her left.

Regaining her bearings Rachel spoke. "Was she just rude to me? She's so much younger than me!"

X

Now sitting in an old, authentic Korean restaurant, Quinn was chatting with her old friend, William Shuester. He was laughing at her. "Well, you really should have at least been able to recognize Rachel Berry! Even I know her." Will said with a teasing tone of voice.

"You know I don't know many current celebrities. They aren't refined in the least and they're such show offs."

Will chuckled in agreement. "Yes, they were better stars back in the day but Rachel is a talented singer and it's the only reason I know of her. Old songs were much better, more meaningful. I watched one of her live shows before, wondering what the big fuss was and she's got an amazing voice. It's a rare talent for a girl in this day and age."

"No one can beat Barbra Streisand." Quinn said, a slight smile on her face.

Agreeing wholeheartedly, Will spoke. "There is no challenge. She is by far, the best."

"I never watch any of the current dramas or TV shows anymore either. Every time I hear about them, I can't comprehend how they're considered entertainment."

"Yes, the older shows were much better. Like The Cosby Show."

Quinn's face morphed into a bigger, pleased smile. "The best." They played a game as they spoke; Korean chess. "So, how is the new lawyer's office you opened up?"

"As of right now, I'm mostly doing pro bono cases."

"Well, I need you to work on my death certificate in the next three months," Quinn said casually, smiling because she was winning their game.

"Again already?" Will looked up from the board, "I thought we did that every 10 years. It has only been 2." Will was slightly worried. "Are you … okay?"

"I'm fine. I just think that this is going to be the final one." Will barely picked up a piece for his move when he paused to look at Quinn with alarm.

"What?"

"I will leave for home in three months." A moment passed between them silently before Quinn spoke again, "I want to tell you thank you … for everything." The lawyer looked down sadly.

"This is all so sudden. I'm at a loss for words, Quinn."

"You have been my only true friend, Mr. Shuester." The use of his last name meant more to both of them than just the spoken words could show.

X

In a restaurant on the richer side of Manhattan, Rachel and Sam were dining together with Blair who has been in love with Sam since middle school. The blonde couldn't be more oblivious to the fact.

"So, are you actually going to stay here this time?" Blair asked with a soft tone.

"Well, I've never been good at school so if I start again it's only going to be a waste of money."

"Yes, you certainly should do the country a favor by staying out of school." Rachel agreed immediately, disinterestedly. The other girl chuckled at that.

Sam took a deep breath in. "Well, in any case …" he trailed off as he once again took a box out of his pocket and casually set it on the table in front of him, Blair honing in on the action while Rachel was still obliviously cutting into her vegan lasagna. Sam looked at Blair, who had been staring at the ring intently. "Blair?"

It was almost too cruel.

"Y-yes?"

"Will you be our witness?" he asked, ignorant of her almost too flagrant affections. "I am going to propose to Rachel." Blair watched in disbelief as Sam opened up the jewelry box like it was no big deal and slid it over to Rachel slowly. "Don't you think waiting 15 years is long enough?" Blair's face showed unmistakable hurt as she looked away from the scene. The only show of nervousness Sam showed was the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, waiting for an answer.

Rachel remained impassive as she blinked.

X

Back at the Korean restaurant, Will was showing Quinn pictures. "Do you remember this?" he asked, showing the blonde the photo briefly before turning it back so he could gaze at it as well. "It's the only picture I have of you. You look the same while I got older." Will said, turning the picture around for Quinn to see it again. It was a picture that looked to be about 30 years old with worn edges. Quinn took hold of the picture to look at it more clearly. It was a picture of them holding brief cases together in front of the lawyer office they used to work in. "From 30 years ago until now, you're still as young looking as you were before. And still breathtakingly beautiful, Quinn," he said with a smile.

Quinn's voice deepened with emotion. "And this is the reason I didn't make friends easily. Humans age so quickly. They die and yet I remain." Quinn handed the photograph back. "Live a long life after I'm gone, Will."

"I've always wanted to know something." Quinn looked up. "It's about when you first came here … as there a reason you couldn't return to your planet?"

"An accident occurred. I wasn't able to go back because of it. A child died as a result."

"Who was this child?"

"She was the first person to give me a gift."

Going back 400 years of her memories, Quinn recalled being given a scroll by young hands in a forest full of blooming trees and flowers. It was the young woman she had saved from dying when she first arrived. They both wore fashionable dresses of the era. Quinn in men's clothing, passing herself off as a man, while the young woman, barely a teenager, wore petticoats and a tight bodice. Quinn unrolled the scroll, listening to the girl explain what it was, speaking with Shakespearian English. "It is a gift. I drew it for you. That object you came in flew in the air, like the moon." After staring at each other meaningful the girl continued. "Are you truly … the Grim Reaper?" Quinn merely smiled in response to the question, having not yet learned to speak in human languages yet.

Coming back to the present moment, after reliving her memory, "and then something strange occurred."

"What happened?" Will inquired eagerly.

"12 years ago on Christmas Eve, I was working as a surgeon in Rochester …" the memories played clearly in her mind's eye as she reminisced. She had been speaking to another surgeon when something pulled at her bizarrely. A kind of premonition occurred in her mind; a vision of a girl with the same face of the girl she had met nearly 400 years ago. She was running from something or someone and Quinn opened her eyes for a moment when a blinding white light throbbed in her vision. When she closed them again that girl was standing right in front of a large truck. When Quinn opened her eyes again she nearly collapsed into a nearby wall. "It was the first time something like that transpired."

"That girl had the same face as the one you met 400 years ago?"

"Yes."

"So, what happened next? Did you go to where you saw her?"

X

Rachel stared at the ring passively for a moment before turning her gaze back onto Sam who smiled lightly, "Sam, you bought this ring for me on Christmas Eve 12 years ago when we were in middle school."

Sam nodded, "yes I did. But you rejected me then."

"I'm rejecting you again. I'm sorry." Sam's eyebrow furrowed as he watched her slide the ring back in his direction, Blair watching in misery.

Taking a deep breath in, he spoke as he let it out. "Well, this isn't the first time so it doesn't hurt me anymore." On the other hand, it hurt all the more for Blair. "At least tell me why you won't marry me. Why do you keep denying me?" Rachel was looking at Blair from across the table and she could see how incredulous and pained her face was. Rachel would never reveal her best friend's feelings but it was part of her reasoning.

Instead Rachel started with, "do you remember her face?"

"Whose face?"

It was with this question that Rachel recalled her own memory from 12 years ago. A younger Sam was exiting the car with his chauffeur. He came to Rachel's house with a bouquet of flowers in hand on that cold, snowing Christmas Eve. The chauffeur bowed as he held an umbrella over Sam's head diligently. He shut the door for him while simultaneously following the young blonde as he moved forward with the flowers, a jewelry box, and a card. He had moved to open the door to enter when it opened brusquely, startling both of them. Sam recovered quickly. "Rachel, Merry Christmas!" Younger Rachel's face was sad as she spoke, her voice crackling with emotions.

"Why are you here again? Leave me alone! Just move already!" And she ran swiftly into the cold December snow with a coat too light for the weather.

"Rachel, wait!" Sam yelled, running after her just as quickly. The traffic light changed to green as Sam yelled into the otherwise empty streets. "Rachel! Rachel Barbra Berry!"

"Don't get any closer! Just leave me alone!" she yelled, still running ahead. Without noticing her surroundings, Rachel moved to cross the street just as a truck was passing by. Sam's face morphed into absolute terror, knowing the inevitable was about to happen. Though the driver slammed on the brakes as soon as he noticed the girl in front of him, the thin layer of snow on the ground caused the vehicle to skid. His face was horrified. He knew he was going to hit this girl. The young blonde stopped abruptly, nearly falling because of the snow under his feet. He tried to catch his balance while looking at the ground. He looked up when he heard the sound of the tires squealing, hand outstretched as he took in the scene before him with widening eyes, more of his vision focusing. He ran immediately to where the truck had stopped and the truck driver exited his vehicle in search of the girl he was sure he had killed. They both stepped in front of the truck at the same time and stared at the empty ground in front of the truck in amazement.

"Rachel?" Sam called, wide eyed as the truck driver ducked under his truck to see if she had somehow rolled under it. Finally looking around, he saw her in the arms of a strange woman. Rachel was looking up at the startlingly beautiful woman while Sam's face had a look of utter astonishment and disbelief as he took in the scene before him. "Rachel!" Sam yelled out loudly, breathing heavily.

Back to the present, Rachel asked again, "do you remember that day?"

Sam was looking down at his steak as he answered, "I didn't really see her. Even if I did, I wouldn't remember her face."

"I saw her. I saw her, but I don't remember," Rachel said.

"Why do you care?" Sam enquired.

Blair spoke next, "she was Rachel's first love."

"What? She never even spoke to her. It was a few seconds and she doesn't even remember her face," Sam objected.

"Not quite my first love. I just want to see her again, to thank her for saving me. I want to ask her why she saved me. Something like that."

X

"That night I went there," Quinn said, going back into her memory.

On that snowy night, Quinn walked back to where she saw her in her vision. She listened as distant voices sounded.

Rachel Barbra Berry!

Don't come any closer! Just leave me alone!

As the blonde stood there, she heard her vision coming true. Young Rachel was running away from a young man, running in front of that truck. Quinn watched as the truck's horn blared managing to stop time just as the driver slammed on the brakes, the truck was mere centimeters from the brunette's face. Everyone, save for the alien, was frozen in time. Quinn was no more than 50 feet away when she used her super speed to run to Rachel, pick her up and move her to the other side of the road safe in her arms. She looked back as the flow of time resumed. As the truck's tires squealed, Quinn looked down at the face that had been haunting her for nearly 400 years. Rachel, confused and dazed, was lost before looking up at the gorgeous woman who had saved her with searching eyes.

"Who are you, Miss? Are you a ghost? Or, are you the Grim Reaper?" Those words made Quinn remember that girl and know, hope, this girl was the same one.

X

Quinn was walking to the elevator. 'Was that night just a dream?' she thought, waiting for the elevator. 'Can two people look that similar?' As she rode up on the elevator, Quinn's mind worked. 'If it wasn't a dream, I'd like to see her once before I leave. But that'd be impossible'. As the elevator door opened, Rachel was on the other side.

Their eyes met, gazes intense.

X

So, extremely long chapter, I know. I cut out about 400 words just for this chapter alone! My friend actually betaed this chapter and shaved off about another almost 800 words! Tell me your thoughts in a review please!^^

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