Since You’ve Been Gone

by zachcthompson3

Rachel and Quinn haven’t seen each other for months after their first “encounter”. Feelings remain for both but neither wants to make the first move until finally fate seemingly brings them together. Told in the 2nd Person, switches between perspectives of Rachel and Quinn. Finberry Fanfic. M for language and possible lemon.

1. Missing You

Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic writing soo... yeah! Keep that in mind and let me know what y'all think!

"Hey Rachel, what ever happened to Quinn Febray?", you hear Kurt say from next to you at the bar. You aimlessly spin the olive in your martini, until this comment shakes you from a near catatonic state. Working long hours has taken it's toll on you, what with 6 evening performances and 2 matinees a week, not including press events, and recording the cast album. You're playing Maria in a revival cast of West Side Story, a role you've played once before nearly 5 years ago in McKinley High. While highly stressful, you love the light of Broadway and the stardom you always knew you'd achieve.

"I don't know, it's been so long since I've seen her," you lie, "I'm sure she's doing well for herself, though. She's..." You cut yourself off, not wanting to say too much. You down a healthy amount of your martini to wash down the guilt of lying to your best friend. While Kurt may understand your situation, he tells everything to Blaine, who talks to Mercedes who talks to Santana who's with Brittany and eventually everyone knows. It's best that you lie. For everyone's sake. "...hey Miss Mysterious! She's what?! Cold? Ruthless? Detached?", Kurt baits your reply. You clench your teeth at the harsh tone and force a laugh. "Yeah... yeah something like that..."

"Rachel, what's the matter with you? All of a sudden you seem very down", Kurt's voice is laced with concern and you can't help but wince with guilt.

"Nothing, it's probably just one too many martinis." You laugh and smile like you know you should.

"Alright, well I think it's about time for us to head home there, chicka." Kurt offers his arm as he stands up from the bar. You hesitate, wanting to be alone.

"Uhm... I think I'm actually going to go for a walk." You watch as his face drops.

"Ah... I understand. Well if you need me, just call. Come home soon, promise?" You promise and watch him leave. You pay your tab and throw on your coat. You think about the last time you saw Quinn Febray as you step out into the cold, drifting into the memory as you walk towards Central Park...