So here is my new Glee story. This one is a Quinn Rachel story because I really miss Quinn and I think they would be good together. Let me know what you think, criticism is appreciated. Other chapters will generally be a little longer, but this is just a taste to see if you guys like and would want to read

Chapter 1

Being a grown up in New York sure had its perks. She had her own place, at least for the next three months while Kurt was home caring for his dad who had cancer, and she could do whatever she liked. Long gone were the slushies and the ridicule of McKinley high school and here were the days that Rachel Berry could walk into her apartment and change into her nightgown and down a bottle of red wine and several helpings of spaghetti and meatballs on a Thursday night, before a late start with classes at 11 on Friday morning.

She had already called her fathers on the subway on her way home and had given Mr Shue her weekly call. She still kept in touch with him, and Finn through Kurt, but other than that, no one from McKinley even know what she was doing these days. She didn't post on Facebook or Twitter, and she didn't make a habit of contacting them. She simply didn't want to hear from them, nor did she have anything to say to them.

Rachel sat in front of the television, with a bootleg copy of Funny Girl playing on the screen. She had returned today from her audition for Funny Girl on Broadway, and although she felt it had gone well, there was nothing she could do now except wait. She was thankful she had classes and work to take up her time until next week when she would find out whether she got the role.

She didn't even notice the wine or the pasta had gone until the television program ended, but it was now eleven thirty at night, and she decided to catch some sleep before her day tomorrow. Her class may not be till eleven, but she had a long shift at three and she couldn't handle the New York crowd without some serious sleep.

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Class had been uneventful that day, except for the lecturer of her dance history class asking once again when Kurt was coming home, but now she was dressed all in red and serving coffee at work. It was the same Friday crowd. The businessmen, who had taken a late lunch, the actors and production teams from all of the Broadway shows catching an early bite before their evening show and the streetwalkers, the tourists who are fascinated by the impromptu shows this diner often provided. Then, an hour later, came the students, those who needed study time away from their apartments or dorm rooms, and she was usually left serving them at around four in the afternoon.

There was a group of them in the back corner that looked to be working on some kind of project. She looked over at Belinda who seemed occupied with the men in suits at the other end of the diner, and Ben, who was staring at a girl while he made her coffee, so Rachel grabbed her order book and headed to the back of the diner.

"Can I take your order?" Rachel asked looking up from her order book only to have a shock so large that she dropped her book and pen straight to the floor. Sitting at the table right in front of her was none other than Miss Quinn Fabray. The girl whom she had endured a confusing relationship with during high school, all the while she had the biggest crush on her. Rachel had about three seconds to decide whether to stay and take her order, or to run back to the kitchen and try to get someone else to serve them. But Rachel made no decisions, she just stood there, staring and thinking and before she knew it, one of the guys at the table had thrown an eraser at her head.

"Are you okay lady?" he said and she stammered out a yes, all the while not letting her eyes leave Quinn, who was still looking down at her page.

"Guys, I think we should maybe go back to the library and see if they have anything…" she began to say as she looked up, but was lost for words when she looked at the brunette girl. Rachel Berry was the last person she was expecting to see here at the diner on Broadway, although if she had thought about it, it really wouldn't have been a surprise.

"Rachel," she said looking her up and down, her expression still blank. The girl sure had changed in the two years since she had seen her. Long gone were the bangs that seemed just that little bit too straight and in its replacement, a long, swaying fringe that hung to the side. Gone were the animal sweaters, pleated skirts and long socks and here was a Rachel in high heels with the most elegant beauty she had ever seen.

"Quinn", Rachel said blankly, but with a hint of surprise.

"You too know each other?" the guy to the right whom had thrown the eraser stated. He was ignored for a second, before Quinn gave him an unusual nod and continued staring, "Whatever, I'll have a black coffee and a toasted sandwich thanks."

Rachel came out of her trance and wrote down his order, before asking if anyone else needed anything. The other girl and guy at the table seemed engrossed in their work and Quinn simply shook her head, so Rachel walked away to fill the order. Quinn Fabray, god, she didn't know how to feel. She stood at the counter, making the coffee, contemplating the last three minutes of her life. Part of her was angry that Quinn had come to the diner looking so god damned gorgeous and made Rachel's heart skip a beat, even though she did everything she could to be over Quinn Fabray. Part of her was curious. She knew Quinn didn't go to NYADA, but she wondered what school she did go to if she is around the area, and what she was doing with herself.

"Fancy seeing you here Rachel", Rachel heard and looked up only to see a smug looking Quinn in front of her. Rachel looked at her nervously, giving herself an internal pep talk. Rachel told herself that this wasn't high school anymore and that she was a grown ass woman who was about to get her first starring role on Broadway and she wasn't a self-conscious wreck who was waiting to get slushied anymore.

"Yeah, hi Quinn, Rachel said continuing to make coffee as she spoke, "it's good to see you. Are you living in New York now?"

"No, I'm at Yale in New Haven, but I have no classes today and my dorm roommate is crazy annoying, so my group and I took a field trip up to the city to work on a philosophy assignment and see our favorite band perform tonight. What about you Rachel? Are you living in the city?"

"Yes, I am. I have a loft apartment about ten minutes from here and I'm at NYADA. I used to live with Kurt, but he has gone home for the rest of the semester to help his dad with some stuff."

"Oh, yeah, Puck told me about Kurt's dad, that sucks. But I guess it is good Kurt gets to spend some time with him. Do you ever go back to visit Lima Rachel?"

"No, not really. My dad's come out here to celebrate the big holidays, because they can see a show, and I don't really have anyone in Lima that I would want to see, except Mr. Shue, who visits from time to time when he is in the city."

"Oh, well that explains why I haven't run into you for two years. You look good Rachel."

"Umm, thanks, you too Quinn," Rachel said, willing her heart to stop racing. This was a schoolgirl crush and she was no longer a schoolgirl!

"Rachel, hey, can you race up the street and leave these fliers at the theatre? They ran out and they are our best advertising," Frank, the owner said and handed them to her, "Belinda will take care of your tables while you are gone.

Rachel nodded and took the fliers, heading towards the door.

"Hey Rachel," Quinn said calling her back once more, "It was good seeing you Rachel." She said and headed back to her table. It was more than just good seeing Rachel Berry, it was a blessing. Quinn Fabray had been feeling a low point in her routine and running into someone like Rachel was something that could definitely liven up her life.

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