A/N: Welcome one and all, whether you ventured from 'Steamy' or happened to stumble upon this accidentally. This is 'Meetings', my sequel to my story named 'Steamy'. You don't necessarily have to read 'Steamy' in order to fully understand this story yet, will be some mentions from that story, more specifically the last two chapters of 'Steamy'.

Disclaimer: Well, if I owned Gossip Girl Blair and Chuck would still be together and, if I owned Glee Quinn and Finn would still be together. 'nuff said.

Ah, right also timelines. I would say that the epilogue for 'Steamy' had been roughly pre-season 1 for Gossip Girl. While 'Meetings' does not include anything passed season 3 (but including season 3).

Now without further adieu, enjoy!

Meetings

Prologue: What a Small, Small World

Although it had not been ideal, Quinn went to live with her aunt and cousins in New York. Her aunt, Lily, was able to send her the private jet she owned. Quinn was only so lucky to have someone she knew that lived very far from Ohio and, who was able to make room in her ever so busy life for the small town girl.

That had been nearly six years ago.

Not one day goes by when she looks at her child and not think of Finn, the man she left behind. Most would think that the Hudson DNA had the dominating genes making him be the spitting image of his father. In fact, he looks nothing like Finn, he carries all of Quinn's physical genetic makeup. However, whenever he speaks or gives anyone that look, its all Finn. Which is the strange part, considering the son and father had never officially met.

Ryan Zavier Fabray, born August 2nd in the Upper East Side of New York, was welcomed into the world by his loving mother.

Quinn sighed as she placed down her shopping bags. It was strange and, almost scary how easy she was able to transform herself once she was in New York with her family.

"Ryan Zavier, if you do not make it down those stairs in three seconds, I'm going to have to make my way up there and I don't think you want me doing that." Quinn's tone was completely serious as she tapped her foot against the floor; her mother instincts immediately taken over once she spotted the mess in the living room.

The ever so quick feet, stomping down the stairs, met her ears. Pursing her lips, Quinn quirked an eyebrow at her son, waiting for an explanation.

"Oh, come on! I was just painting, I thought you liked it when I painted. It's not like Aunt Lily doesn't have someone who can clean this up." Zavier's large innocent eyes were downcast as he slightly grumbled under his breath, looking at the mess he made earlier.

"Yea, besides don't you think his work is fabulous?" Her cousin, came down the stairs as well. Serena had been babysitting him while she went shopping which Quinn knew that was never a good idea. She should have just called Blair like she planned too.

Quinn simply pointed a finger into the living room and Zavier, never one to upset his mother, trekked into the expensively decorated room and started to clean up his mess. "Why do you always do that? You know he loves you best yet, you continue to encourage him to do things like that."

"Live a little. I swear sometimes you still have that small town personality in you," Serena joked, flinging her golden locks over her shoulder. "On the side note, Chuck said he'll be over in just a moment said something about Blair helping out a lost soul or something."

The fellow blonde, smirked, "I'm sure it's not the only thing that has them caught up."

Serena held up a hand to her face, "oh please, can we not talk about my best friend and step brother so casually? Dan may have also mentioned something about dropping by as well, so all I can say is good luck."

"That's what you get for playing favourites with my son," Quinn laughed, if only for a moment. "I don't need him hating me, especially when he becomes a teenager. Hopefully he's like his father, I hope he'd want to share everything with me..." The ex-head cheerleader's last sentence trailed off; even after six years, Quinn wasn't able to say Finn's name out loud. Quinn noticed her cousin's ever so obvious sympathetic look. "Don't you have to be heading out to met with Nate?" The Fabray snarked at her Van der Woodsen cousin.

Immediately that sent Serena into a frenzy, she had nearly forgotten her lunch date with said Nathaniel Archibald. Giving her cousin as well as Quinn's son a peck on the cheek as she raced towards the elevator, pressing the button hoping it would go faster and, with a few more air kisses, Serena had left the building. The small town girl waved one last time as the doors closed and Quinn made her way back to the living room where her son had stayed and cleaned up as she asked.

Zavier had finished cleaning up his mess and stood up. "Mom, did you say that Aunt Blair was coming over with Uncle Dan and Uncle Chuck?"

"That's right, you're just a spoiled little boy today. Painting in the living room, getting to see all your favourite aunts and uncles." Quinn smiled brightly, she honestly loved her life in New York. The supporting family, the best friends in the world and her son. What more could she have asked for?

The silent glide of the elevator doors opened up, and walked out Aunt Blair, elegant as ever. "Q, I think I may have found something that belongs to you." Blair made her way over giving her a hug, her face clouded in a serious manner.

"What are you talking about? What is she talking about?" Suspicious green eyes, looked towards Dan who held his hands up in surrender, sending her apologetic glances.

"What's she's trying to say, Quinn, is you may be getting a visitor." Chuck sauntered into the living room just behind Blair, his silky yet, rough voice carried a smirk in it. "You see, while Blair and I were out for brunch we noticed someone who may be of interest to you. He was asking around, he was very adamant about where to find you." His eyes bore into hers, making her weak. Chuck always seemed to get inside her head and every time he was telling the truth. Her relationship with Chuck was the only relationship she's ever had that she was never able to tell a lie and, in return, Chuck supplied her with the same courtesy.

Blair gave Quinn a very small smile, "I'm sure if Gossip Girl knew who he was, it would be on a high alert blast by now."

"Who and what are you both talking about?"

The engaged couple shared knowing glances yet, the contact was broken by the beeping of everyone's cell phones going off.

I spy with my little eye, a new face on my street. I wonder who ever will he meet? I'm sure he's bound to run into someone or something that doesn't want to be found. My only concern is no one is showing him the way. - xoxo Gossip Girl

Above the small blurb was a picture of Finn Hudson

"Dad!" Was the only response Quinn heard before passing out.

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