Pierced In The Heart

Chapter One: Departure

A/N: So, this is my very first fic after a year or more of writing. (I was previously CityOfAngelsx) I really wanted to write a Fabrevans story, since after their breakup, I'm not sure what's going to happen with them. I've been trying to brainstorm ideas, and nothing has satisfied me, but I finally came up with something that I might like. I hope you like the first chapter of this. I would really appreciate reviews, and I'll upload the next chapter soon. Enjoy!

I met the love of my life, my soulmate, and best friend on July 1st. When I thought I'd never fall in love, I did. Love came to me on the most unexpected moment. It had me hypnotized, and blocked out of everything else going on around me. I was magnetized to his body. Addicted. I depended on his words and his presence. I thought his touch, his love, and giving would last forever. An entire eternity. But I was wrong. The love we had for each other collapsed and we lost ourselves. And we lost what we were. Yet after the months that passed, I still wished I could see his face again, and recover everything. Take back all those silly words. I'm still hoping that someday I'll see him again.

June 24th - Los Angeles, California

The warm, and sweet air that blowed through the streets of Los Angeles, California made it unbelievably hard not to go outside and enjoy the sunshine. Though the warm weather wasn't something new for the Californians, there was something about the day that made the climate different and unique.

For Quinn Fabray, there was nothing more she loved than going out with her friends and driving around the neighborhood in their convertible to enjoy the sunshine that most people didn't get to benefit. Though the day was perfect for a drive around the block, she stayed inside, admiring every detail of her home. It was only a few days until she left for Paris, and she didn't want to leave until she got a memory of every corner of her home in her mind.

Quinn wasn't one of those who got home sick. But if she was to be gone for months, she was sure that she'd miss the smell of her mom's perfume, the creek sound of old wooden floor, and the vintage patterns on the walls. Her memory needed to be filled with memories.

Her bags were already packed and ready to go. There was nothing more to do other than wait for the day to come, and prepare herself for the waterworks, hugs, and kisses coming her way.

"Quinnie?"

Quinn turned around to see her mother, Judy, smiling at her through the kitchen door. She smiled back at her and walked to her mother. "Yes, mother?"

Her mother sighed and pursed her lips, looking at her daughter from head to toe. She had witnessed the growth of the blonde, and was proud of the young lady she was grown to be. "Before you leave, I want to give you something." Judy picked up the chain hanging by her neck and pulled it over her head, holding it tightly in her hands.

Judy took Quinn's hand, and put the necklace inside her daughter's palm, closing her hand, and holding it as she smiled at her daughter, her eyes getting slightly glassy, tears trying to escape her eyes. "This was my mother's locket. She passed it onto me when I first left home. Now it's time that you have it."

Speechless of what her mother had given her, she threw her arms around her mother. "Thank you so much." Pulling away, she threw on the locket, holding the golden, heart shape firmly in one hand. "I'll take very good care of it."

Her mother took her daughter's cheeks and kissed them, nodding in response, then turning around and walking into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Quinn walked upstairs and slipped into her bed, looking up at the ceiling, then down at the locket she still had in her hand. It was one of the most beautiful things she had placed eyes on.

June 28th

The day had come. It was time to leave her friends, house, and parents behind. As excited at she was, she was having last minute thoughts. Why couldn't she just stay home for the summer? She did have lots of fun when she stayed in Los Angeles. She'd usually go with a friend or two to Hollywood and spend most days fangirling over the streets and celebrities that walked by.

Shaking her thoughts off, she opened the door of the car and got to the inside of the airport, her father insisting he'd carry her luggage to the Air France check-in. She looked around at the airport. It was flooded with Americans, leaving for other countries.

Quinn searched around for the Air France logo banners, annoyed that people were blocking her view by standing in front of her. She constantly needed to move her head and let out a furious "excuse me!". Once she found the red and blue logo, she hurried over to the line where she surprisingly saw her father and mother already there.

"That was quick," she mumbled. She took out her passport and checked in, relieved that there was no waiting to do.

Right after checking in, she directly made her way to security check. She gave her parents a tight hug, and hoped there weren't many tears on the way to get rid of.

"This year won't be the same without you, Quinnie." Her mother got out a tissue and wiped dry her tears, her father keeping his firm, yet caring face.

Her father leaned in and kissed her head, hugging her and then letting her go. "Good luck, kiddo. We'll be anxious to have you back." He patted her on the shoulder, and then Quinn turned around on her heel, looking back at her parents and flashing them a smile.

She readjusted her traveler bag, and in she went into security check, excited about starting a new adventure in Paris. Who knew what was awaiting her.

It was 5:30 in the afternoon, and her flight was finally called. They called in the first class people, and she watched as several blonde people walked into the line and boarded the airplane. Then the business class people were called in, and she stood up.

As she approached the attendant, all she could hear was "Welcome to Air France. Enjoy your flight." a repeatedly number of times. Even when she passed through, the blonde flight attendant looked at her and welcomed her. Quinn just smiled and passed by, ready to board the plane.

She searched for her seat, and flopped down. Her father had luckily got her a window seat, and she was glad that he had because she wanted to take pictures of both Los Angeles and Paris from the airplane. She loved how the city lights looked up during flight.

As she looked out the window, she felt a sudden motion on her seat. She glanced over to the seat next to her, and noticed a Latina with dark brown hair putting a small carry-on bag on the compartments above. Once she finished, she sat down and smiled at Quinn, studying her a moment before getting out words out her mouth.

"Hey. Sorry about that. I'm not very good with lifting heavy things." The Latina took the seatbelt and fastened it, then glanced back up at Quinn, whom had turned her eyes back to the window. "I'm Santana Lopez, by the way."

Quinn instantly turned her head back at the girl. She was glad she had gotten a friendly neighbor. "I'm Quinn Fabray," she replied, smiling at Santana. Santana smiled back and the two began talking. First, on why they were going to Paris.

"I'm going there to spend my summer vacation. And you?"

"College things," replied Santana, rolling her eyes slightly. "I'm spending the summer there, though. That's the only good thing."

"I bet college there will be great," assured Quinn.

Santana sighed and shrugged with one shoulder. "I suppose it will be. My friends have said the exact same thing. They say that'll it be great and different. I'm excited about the hotties."

Quinn giggled and shook her head, relieved that the topic of boys was interrupted by the flight attendant that announced that they were soon departing.

"Excited?" asked Santana.

"Very." She grinned and looked out her window, as the plane made their lift off, looking down at the city she was leaving alone for the very first time.

The rest of the flight was slightly boring. All she enjoyed doing was chit chatting with the Latina. She and Santana talked and talked about their life back in Los Angeles. She couldn't believe how much they shared in common. They both had been their school's head cheerleaders, and despised their coaches.

Quinn watched movies that she had already seen at the theatre when Santana fell asleep, and talked to her again when she woke up. She ate her crappy, plane meals and napped, already wanting to be in Paris.

After a long hour flight, she took out her camera as she noticed the lights of Paris appear on her window. She snapped some shots and put her camera back inside her handbag as they flew nearer to the airport, and the aircraft landed.

She hopped off the plane with Santana by her side, her eyes stunned at the sight of the Eiffel tower, and a whole new world at her reach.