A/N: Well, this is the first fanfiction that I post. The first one I'm actually taking seriously so... no judging please? English is not my native language either so I apologize for any mistakes; I have read this a thousand times, correcting errors but I'm pretty sure I missed something. I want to say thanks to my girlfriend, who is amazing and keeps saying my writing is good.

If you are reading this and plan on reading the story: I really hope you enjoy it!

The Story: It begins showing Quinn and Rachel in New York in the future, and then it comes back to their Senior Year at McKinley High School. Spoilers till 3x02.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Not even clothes.

Chapter One: It's Been A Long Time

Quinn was spending most of her days in a really boring routine. Home – College – Home. Her friends were always asking her out but she rarely accepted their invites. She felt like shit today. She had studied her ass off and all she wanted was her bed. But when she finally lay down and closed her eyes memories invaded her mind. She usually was strong enough to shut them out. Not tonight. Suddenly her mind was filled with images of Rachel and she couldn't stop the pain from coming over her. She had broken the one person she promised herself she would never hurt, the person who had saved her from completely losing herself. She had disappointed and lost the love of her life.

''Fuck!'' she yelled at the empty room. She needed out of that apartment. She got up, happy she hadn't taken a shower and changed yet, grabbed her camera and went out of the door.

Four days ago one of her professors gave the class one assignment: ''Take pictures'' he said. ''Just do it, take pictures! Of places, people, animals, anything! Take pictures with passion, I want pictures that seem simple at first but have a story behind, then on Monday, one week from now, bring them to me. The two students who manage to impress me will get the chance to see their work exposed in a gallery.''

So Quinn took pictures all week long. Whenever she had time she would go around town trying to catch something, anything. But she hadn't had any luck. Yeah, there were some pretty good shots but nothing really extraordinary. The blonde was feeling uninspired, lost, and empty.

As she walked the streets that night she hoped something happened. She needed something to happen. She needed to feel alive again, she needed…

''Rachel'' the name escaped her lips in the form of a whisperer as she looked at the brunette standing some meters in front of her. She was with some friends, laughing, till she saw the blonde. She looked amazing, beautiful, perfect as always and Quinn couldn't stand it. She turned around and started walking as fast as she could, which wasn't really fast considering her heart had almost stopped a few seconds ago.

''Quinn!'' Rachel shouted when she noticed the blonde walking away. Why? She had no idea. She just did. And now the blonde was standing still. Rachel rambled something to her friends and walked towards Quinn. Finally the blonde turned to face her and Rachel lost the ability to push air into her lungs for a moment when she looked into her eyes, those green eyes that always seemed able to see right through her and were so damn hypnotizing. Why! Why did she scream Quinn's name? Why didn't she just pretend not to see the – gorgeous – girl? Why? Well, because she couldn't help herself. They haven't seen each other or talked to each for what, three months?

''Hi'' came out of the blonde's mouth. Her voice was rusty. She was shaking. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to the brunette. She had imagined this – running into Rachel – a thousand times but now that it was finally happening Quinn found herself speechless.

''Hey. How are you?'' This is so not a good idea. This is a terrible idea. For God sakes what were you thinking Rachel! Or you weren't thinking at all?

''I'm fine'' Lying was something Quinn Fabray could always do right. ''You?''

''I'm alright'' Rachel smiled and the blonde's heart hurt. She didn't know if Rachel's smile was real or not. She couldn't tell. And it hurt because if Rachel was indeed happy, the blonde wasn't the reason why anymore, and if Rachel wasn't happy the blonde knew that somehow it was her fault.

They both stared at each other in silence for a while. The sounds of the night around them – the wind, the cars, and people talking – till Rachel talked again.

''Taking photos this time at night?'' Rachel was looking at the camera around Quinn's neck, with a curious look on her face.

''Yeah. One of my final projects for college: taking random pictures'' Quinn smiled. ''Thought it would be a good idea to run around town tonight and see if something inspirers me.''

Rachel looked at Quinn and smiled. ''That is awesome Q.''

''How is Julliard?"

''Great! Graduation in a few months! And we are almost finished with rehearsing a new show too. Where I'm the lead, may I add'' Quinn could feel the proud in the brunette's voice and it made the blonde giggle.

''That's incredible Rach. I'm glad you're happy.''

''Yes, I am.'' That was a lie. She wasn't happy. She was miserable. She had been miserable for the past three months. She had been miserable since that day. The day everything fell apart. But she couldn't let Quinn know that. No, the blonde had hurt her, crushed her. So she lied.

''Well I should get going.'' Quinn said forcing a smile. ''Pictures to take.''

''Good luck Q. I hope you find what you are looking for. Good night.''

She finally managed to say as she turned away and started walking back to her friends.

''Wait'' Quinn, what are you doing?

Rachel turned to gaze at the blonde ''What?''

Quinn swallowed slowly. She wasn't sure what she was doing but she didn't care. She just knew she couldn't stay without Rachel in her live, not anymore.

''Wanna go out for coffee sometime? I miss you Rach.''

''Quinn…'' What was she supposed to say? I miss you too? God no, she couldn't do that. ''Do you really think it's a good idea?''

''I want… I want my friend back Rachel.''

''I don't think I can be your friend again Q. Not after everything that happened between us.''

''Can you at least try? Please? We were friends first weren't we?"

Rachel could see the hurt in the blonde's pleading-eyes.

''Ok. Still have my number?''

''Yeah.'' Of course she did. She had been staring at the number for the past months deciding if she should call the brunette or not.

''Text me then.''

As the brunette walked away, Quinn grabbed her camera and started taking pictures. She captured Rachel walking away with her head down, probably wondering if she could take being friends with her ex-girlfriend or not. She watched the girl she loved; the girl she was always going to be in love with, walk towards her friends with a smile on her face.

And there it was.

Inspiration.

X

The rest of the night was pure and simple torture. Her friends seemed to be having an awesome time but she just couldn't stop thinking about her encounter with the blonde.

She was finally in a cab back home now. With her date. Katherine. She had dark hair, blue eyes and was quite beautiful. They both went to Julliard and had a lot in common but had never talked before the whole date thing her friends had set up. Over the past two months they made Rachel go out with God knows how many people and this girl was the first one the brunette actually liked. But still, she wasn't planning on taking the girl to her apartment tonight. It was only their third date and it was actually the first time she had gotten to a third date with anyone after her break up with Quinn. And after seeing the blonde tonight, not thinking was all she wanted to do.

And it was all she did.

When they got to her apartment she simply silenced her brain, closed the door and started kissing the other brunette. Kate tried to talk, probably ask Rachel if she was sure what she was doing but the diva didn't allow her to finish any sentences. Soon, they were taking each other's clothes off and heading to Rachel's room.

And soon, she could feel the brunette inside of her, she could feel her mouth in her neck and her free hand caressing her body. She usually wouldn't do this; her old self would never do this. Have sex with someone she barely knows. The only ones she had ever had sex with were Finn and Quinn and she never thought she would ever sleep with someone else, cause, well, she had found the person she wanted to spend forever with. But having your heart broken and realizing everything you believed in was a lie had a way of making you see and do things differently than you would usually do. And well, alcohol can help you with that too. She could feel her body on fire underneath the other brunette's touch. She had had it before. Pleasure. But it was different this time. It almost felt… wrong. But then again, maybe it felt that way because it wasn't the blonde who was on top of her. The blonde who had stolen her heart years ago and never gave it back. The blonde who cheated on her and destroyed her. Shit! She thought. Why are you thinking about her? Focus on the woman on top of you please.

And she tried. She really, really did. But it wasn't enough to make her stop thinking about the blonde. Nothing ever was.