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This is set 22 years after graduation (Quinn and Rachel are 40 and Quinn's daughter is 17). In the end of their senior year Quinn and Rachel finally confess their feelings to one another and move to New York. Quinn went to Columbia and Rachel went to NYADA. Two years later Quinn is in a car crash (it didn't happen before) and suffers from partial memory loss. She doesn't remember who Rachel is and confides in an old family friend Joe who is running a building company in Georgia. Quinn moves there and gets married to Joe starting a home based bakery, becoming a housewife in the suburbs and planning to start a family - cutting all ties with Rachel. Nobody knows that Quinn's memory didn't affect her as much as they thought, and she did remember Rachel as well as all her feelings towards her. But she knew that there was no way they'd have a normal life together. It takes three years with Joe for Quinn to realise she's made a huge mistake, and she returns to New York with her new born baby girl, Alice. Not telling Rachel the entire truth Quinn claims that her memory suddenly came back with the birth of her daughter. Rachel, even though in a relationship, breaks it off to be back with the love of her life, slowly building up the relationship they had and helping equally with Alice as Quinn worked part time as a photographer. Joe finds her five years later and threatens to take away Alice thinking that Rachel and her are unfit parents, devastated Quinn agrees and moves back to the suburbs with Joe and once again cuts all contact with Rachel. Rachel persistently through the years attempts to contact Quinn and Alice, who she feels is like her daughter, but gets no response. In attempt to find her Rachel goes to the hospital to see if her records hold any information to her residence, but a doctor confides that the memory loss wasn't severe at all. Rachel knows she's been lied to and now only sends cards to Alice (birthday and Christmas), until twelve years later when Quinn responds to her telling her to stop. That year Alice finds all the letters and gets a star tattoo similar to Rachel's signature on the back of her neck, having also seen one on her mother's wrist, she doesn't fully understand and is hesitant to ask. Two years later on her 17th birthday she reaches breaking point and is tired of her mother's lies. She embarks on an adventure to meet Rachel and find out the mystery behind Beth. But will she be happy with what she finds?

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Alice woke up in a daze, the room smelled sweet yet empty, in a pleasant way of course. The window that was half open was blowing in the soft southern air that reminded her of summer days yet to come, aromas of sunscreen and the light fragrance of flowers from the neighbours next door. Everybody on the street had pristine gardens, everybody watered their hydrangea's vigorously, and everyone took pride in their children. There was some days when Alice felt her mom took the last bit a little too far, considering the impeccable state of their hydrangea's she often wished she'd cut her some slack. She pulled the covers over her head and hoped that she could just go back to sleep. It was a rare occasion for her to have a peaceful dream, but when she did it was always the same one. A beautiful brunette was singing to her, and though she couldn't quite make out the song, the voice was beautiful. Every time Alice was sad she thought of that lady and how she sang her to sleep. It felt more like a memory than a dream. But there were secrets in the household that Alice had told herself not to think about. Unravelled secrets usually dont end well.

"Good Morning Sunshine!" cooed a familiar voice through the door, and in came Quinn Fabray, but Alice never really knew who that was. She didn't speak about her teen years, she didn't tell stories about younger days, she never even mentioned her friends. Except of course her dad, but that was almost obligatory information. She kept that story short anyways. Joe Northman and Quinn Fabray. Some nights she lay awake thinking about what it must've been like for them, for her. They didn't even meet in high school, could they have met in college? Alice wondered that a lot, this was usually followed by the question of whether her mom actually went to college. But maybe she was better off not knowing. The blonde in her early forties was carrying a cake through the room, the candles shining dimly against the already bright room. Alice grimaced and pushed through a smile. Birthdays were never her thing, neither were the flowers that decorated the powder puff pink cake.

"Mom, you didn't have to.." she began politely, sitting up unwillingly to make space for the lady in a flowered apron. Her hair was perfect, as always. She hoped that one day she could tame the wild blonde hair that flew past her shoulders like her mom, but it didn't seem likely. From what she could tell, her and her mom were very different. This came to a pinnacle when she was banned from calling herself Allie or Al, there was something about the tomboy attitude Alice had that made her mom have that disappointing glint in her eye every time she witnessed her climbing a tree or playing with animals when she was younger. even her little brother was more of a bookworm.

"I know, but it's your birthday. Don't you like it?" She arched her eyebrows expectantly. No one alive couldn't appreciate a Quinn Fabray homemade cake, which was probably the reason her baking business was such a success.

"No, you know I love cake." She butted in before her mom could look any more let down. It was hard, playing the game that she'd created, being the daughter that she deserved. But Alice had secrets, just like her mom.

"Good. Eat up, I've got a special surprise planned for you. Mrs Carson already dropped by some lilies even though I told her your allergic how many times, god forbid that woman to ever remember something. Perhaps she did it on purpose..."

"She wouldn't have."

"Never mind then."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'll just have to make Rhubarb pie instead of Apple for today."

"Why..."

"She hates it" and with that Quinn Fabray gave her daughter the signature smile of malice, even though it wasn't directed at her Alice wondered what fuelled that attitude. She hesitated and then touched her moms arm. Quinn's hazel eyes flickered down to Alice's, they were bluer, brighter, more innocent. Or perhaps that's just what Quinn thought. Alice was tired of this, the fake woman looking back at her. She wanted to know the real person that was behind those hazel eyes, she wanted her to feel real emotion, she wanted to be told everything about her life. She wanted her to sing like the lady did. And in that moment something in Alice Northman broke.

"Mom? I need to show you something" she took in a shaky breathe before some hesitation, and pulled her hair into a high pony tail. "It's small, but...no more secrets" with a gulp she turned to show her the small star that lay just below her hair line on her neck. There was a silence in the room once more, but there was nothing pleasant or comforting about this one.

"When did you get that?" she replied in a stone cold voice, Alice was prepared for a tone of disgust or at least some shouting, but she sounded...hurt.

"I was fifteen" maybe that made it worse, having kept the secret for two years. It sure looked so from what Alice could tell by her mother's expression.

"It's fine, you can get them removed easily enough and-"

"I don't want it removed" she interrupted abruptly. "And not just because I'm not a little kid anymore." She shook her head as she explained. Quinn's eyebrows arched in question.

"It's just like yours, see?" Alice grabbed her moms hand and the movement rocked the bed slightly so the cake wobbled, luckily it didn't fall off. Sliding her mother's watch out the way Alice revealed the same star on her wrist. Her eyes made their way up to hers, waiting. Quinn took in a breathe.

"It's nothing." Her mom said as she slid her watch back down and moved the cake to a safer position of the side table.

"Then why does she sign her name with it?" it was a rare thing to catch Quinn Fabray caught off guard, but her daughter had achieved the unimaginable. She gulped and turned to face her.

"How did you -"

"I saw the letters, the ones she sent you. She wanted to see me mom" Alice explained with a tone of desperation. "..she seemed like she, cared about me. Who is she? Who is Rachel?" maybe Quinn hadn't heard that name in a while, but either way she shut her eyes tightly when her daughter uttered it. She never thought the day would come. Alice hesitated before getting up, shoving her belongings into a bag. She didn't know where she was packing too, or even why. But from what she did find from the letters, was an address. In New York City. There were letters for her too, most of them actually, but they were un open. She never got given them. Her mom hid them.

"Alice let me explain..." Quinn's voice was fragile, and her eyes were sudden with confusion."I made so many mistakes, and your dad, he believed in me."

"She believed in you too, mom. She loved you." Alice shook her head with her lips pursed. The few lines she did manage to read of the letters made that pretty clear. She couldn't even look at her mom. "Did you love her too?" she stopped for a moment. Quinn's lips opened but nothing came out. "Did you lie to her too?"

"It was just a fling, it was a year after Beth and I needed to-" Quinn chocked back her words, but it was too late.

"Who's Beth? You know what, it doesn't matter – because all these secrets, the first five years of my life which I know weren't spent with dad – I'm going to find them out. All of them." With that she slammed the last of her necessary items into her bag and flung the heavy strap over her shoulder. Her first stop would be to her friend's house, travelling in pyjamas was a no go, even for a runaway. Her second and final stop was NYC. Maybe Rachel didn't love Quinn anymore, and Alice didn't blame her. But she sure was hoping that maybe somehow she still cared about the little girl she sang to sleep. "Rachel Berry" Alice muttered with a smile as she made her way through the streets. That was a name she'd never forget.