It was ridiculous really, Puck should be shot for even suggesting it; however Quinn Fabray still found herself pitching a tent with Santana Lopez in the middle of some forest in Yellowstone National Park. Lord have mercy on her soul. Especially since the majority of the New Directions were now international celebrities.

The group had created a remarkable amount of stars, she included, they were by far the biggest things to come out of Lima individually never mind collectively. It was so bazaar that Mr Schue (who now insisted he be called Will) had been interviewed by almost every talk show in the country and had a book coming out called "Talent in Every Classroom" if anything it was quite annoying that he was so quick to ride on their coattails especially since most of their glee days he couldn't give a crap.

Of course not everyone's high school dreams came true. Blaine broke the trend of performing glee clubbers by becoming a doctor, however he became an excellent doctor, thus he naturally became a TV doctor with a charm that earned his place in many a middle aged woman's hearts. Sam decided to capitalise on his easy going demeanour and athletic nature and became a children's swim coach on the West coast. Joe became a pastor and stayed in Lima, but he used his experiences to change attitudes towards homosexuality and doubled up as the new guidance counsellor at McKinley. Ryder became a football coach in Florida, he married Tina who became a teacher and ran the glee club at her school since she dropped the diva attitude and used her determination to make other kids dreams come true. Mercedes became a vocal coach and recently landed a job on the X-factor. Sugar turned out to be ridiculously business minded and opened up a chain of Breadsticks all around the US making even more money than she already had.

And these were the least successful directioners. Jake and Mike were now two of the most in demand dancers in the world having performed in productions in both ballet and Broadway in some of the most prestigious constitutions ever. Marley and Kitty had become a group and were worshiped by teenage girls everywhere, not least because of the multiple Bulimia awareness and sexual assault victim charities they both take active roles in as well as sharing their own experiences. Unique now had her own talk show and was one of the best known faces in the world, in fact it was her show that first featured Dr Blaine Anderson due to some begging from Kurt. Kurt was now the designer in Hollywood and had styled pretty much everyone worth styling, of course this included herself and her fellow famous glee clubbers. Brittany was now a Broadway choreographer and had won several Tonys for her efforts she lived with Rachel who was the biggest thing since Barbra over in New York but a definitive diva, just as half of McKinley would have guessed. Puck had worked his way up Hollywood and was now a producer, having worked on numerous cult horror hits. Artie was a director as he had assured everyone he would be and had worked with Puck a few times as well as directing the new Batman re-boot last year. Zizzes was now a famous stand up artist who had been a regular on SNL since last year.

This of course leaves her and Santana, the actresses. They weren't even in the same genre as each other with Santana recently coming out of filming for a rom-com starring an infinite amount of hot guys that all asked her out only to be not so subtly informed that she was gay by the Latina herself. Quinn however was an Oscar award winning star that had been in a rendition of Hamlet playing Ophelia on the West End in London just a few months ago, in fact the only time the pair had worked together was on some talk show last year when Santana had revealed that they had both been in high school together and that she and Quinn had been head bitches, leaving an incredulous host and a blushing blonde. After all as far as the public saw her, she was just a shy and reserved with an admittedly troubled past (as although she had managed to keep Beth and her High School days secret with some rather expert PR, some of her old Yale friends had revealed that she had tried to starve herself a few times when she was younger, luckily they didn't know the half of it.).

Santana watched her in annoyance, rolling her eyes at her old friend as she stuggled with the tent.

"Hey, Q! Do you mind not staring into space reminiscing about 'the Good Old Days' and give me a hand with this damn tent!" The fiery woman yelled, successfully bringing Quinn out of her daze.

"Sorry, San. But you know you're better at this than I am. The Fabrays were never an all that outdoorsy bunch, at least you'd been to camp a few times!" She began fiddling with the poles but to no avail.

"Says lima's best girl scout!"

"I wasn't in girl scouts!"

"Whatever you say, Lucy Q!"

"Santana!"

"Ooh, catfight!" Puck yelled with a grin as he knelt by the two girls. "What's the matter girls? It looks like you need a man's help!"

Quinn scowled and Santana hit him across the head with a peg. "You're still such an idiot, Puckerman!"

Puck rubbed his head with a hurt expression. "Why so mean, Lopez? I was hoping we could re-live sophomore year tonight." The boy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and turned to Quinn. "You can join in two, of course, but maybe minus the baby drama. I don't think Beth would be too impressed if we got her a younger sibling."

Quinn scoffed and rolled her eyes. Since She began meeting up with Beth and Shelby during vacations things had become a lot easier with Puck, she was now in a good enough space to actually joke about the whole ordeal. After years of therapy she'd also managed to work past all the stuff that happened with her father, although she still sometimes had nightmares that he would find her after all this time and hurt her again. The only thing about high school that she still hadn't got over was what had happened with Rachel.

(FLASHBACK!)

Quinn, Santana and Rachel had just returned from dinner to the Bushwick Loft. Needless to say both Rachel and Santana were drunk, Quinn had managed to stay relatively sober as she had sworn off getting drunk after the whole Beth thing.

"Quinnie getz your ass over here, I wants to get my cuddle on with Rachie!" Santana yelled way too loudly considering she was right next to her.

"Why am I necessary for you to hug Rachel?" Quinn asked her curiously, she never could quite understand drunken Santana.

"Because, I can't cheat on Britts! If you cuddle with us it seems way less gay!" Quinn rolled her eyes at her best friends reasoning but decided to go along with it, secretly glad for the chance to be close to Rachel.

Santana and Quinn sat on either side of Rachel on the couch, each cuddling up to the tipsy girl. Quinn watched Rachel's eyes widen in surprise but eventually she relaxed into the embrace, after a while she could her Santana begin to snore softly and decided it would be best time her and Rachel got to bed since they had already agreed to share so as to not risk an attack from one of Santana's infamous sleep-punches.

Quinn nudged Rachel and helped her up in a way that caused as little disruption to the sleeping girl as possible. Though as she saw the smaller brunette's face she noticed it was streaked red with tears, she held her hand and lead her through to her room so she could see what's wrong.

"What is it, Rachel? Honey, please look at me." She pleaded with the crying girl as she sat her down on the bed.

"It's Brody." Rachel's voice was a hoarse whisper, Quinn doesn't know how long she had been crying before she noticed; guilt began to seep into her veins at the thought of Rachel being upset and her being too self-absorbed to notice.

"What has he done? If he's hurt you…"

Rachel cut her of quickly. "No, no nothing like that, it's just," She paused unable to find the words, Quinn gave her a reassuring smile in hope to calm her down.

"It's ok, honey. Just breathe and take your time." She held on to the brunette's hands, unconscious of her adoring expression.

"You and Santana came all the way here to support me and make sure I was ok. Kurt moved here because I was lonely. Brody only wants me when it suits him, since he moved in we haven't spent one weekend together! I used to think that it would always have been Finn who'd be my knight in shining armour, but he's just as disinterested as Brody, so of all the people that came up here to help me; it was the two people who tortured me in high school! What does that say about me?"

Quinn sighed and shuffled closer to her, moving her hands to cup her face. She gently coerced her to look into her loving hazel eyes. "Please don't talk like that Rachel. You know that both Santana and I will never stop apologising for what we did to you. We meant what we said, we care for you." Quinn sighed and looked away for a second, unsure of whether she should reveal herself, and she locked eyes with Rachel again and took a deep breath. "I care for you. A lot. I always have." She watched Rachel's reaction cautiously, debating on whether their intimate position was enough to make her vague words clear.

Rachel looked at her with teary eyes and a sad smile. "We both know that isn't true Quinn." The blonde shook her head in frustration; she leant in a little further so that their foreheads were touching, looking deep into chocolate eyes.

"Before the wedding last year, the one I got paralysed trying to stop, I asked you something before I agreed to go." Quinn stopped to gauge Rachel's reaction to see if she remembered, the diva nodded but retained her confusion. "I asked you if you were singing to Finn and only Finn. I asked because I had to be sure, Rachel. I had to be sure that I didn't have a chance. But you need to know how I feel now, because I don't think I could live with myself if you thought for one second you aren't loved."

"Quinn, I don't understand…" Rachel began but was cut off when Quinn closed the final few inches between their lips. Quinn had tried to make it gentle but her long-repressed emotions got the better of her as she became more and more frantic as Rachel began to return the kiss. Though, after only a few seconds the diva pulled away, refusing to look at the blonde.

"I think you should sleep on the couch with Santana tonight. I don't expect to see you in the morning." Rachel's voice was sober and emotionless, her eyes didn't once meet Quinn's and that alone broke her heart.

As requested, the following morning Quinn was on the first train back to New Haven; luckily Santana had agreed to come to New Haven with her so she didn't have to face the journey alone. On the platform Santana could sense something was wrong with her best friend.

"What happened Q?" She asked as they boarded the train. "Did Berry upset you? Cause you know I'm not afraid to go all Lima Heights on her sorry ass!"

Quinn shook her head and lifted her suitcase. "Nah San, it's just that I messed up again."

"Is that why you slept with me last night?"

"Yeah, but I don't really want to go into it. Can you do me a favour though?"

"So long as it isn't to make out with you." Santana smirked and blew a kiss to her disgusted friend.

"Firstly, eww, you said you were gonna move up here now that things have cleared with Britt earlier, right?" The Latina nodded seriously at the mention of her old love. "Well if you do, can you watch out for Rachel for me please."

"What? I thought that was your job, heck you even went to Yale over Stanford just so you could be near her!" Santana objected, confused as to what Quinn could have done that was so bad she couldn't talk to Rachel anymore.

"I told you, I screwed up, and even if she did want to talk to me I don't think we'll ever get back to what we were working to. But you know what she's like, she follows her heart way too blindly and she needs someone to keep her grounded. Otherwise someone going to take advantage and I know you care about her enough to not want that to happen. Plus if you move in with her and Kurt they'll probably give you a few months' rent free if you behave yourself."

Santana raised her eyebrows at this, one of the things keeping her in Kentucky was the price of living over in NY and if she had somewhere to crash while she got on her feet then moving might actually be a viable option for her; then again she wasn't sure if she could finally say goodbye to Brittany.

"Tell you what," She sighed, watching as Quinn raised her eyebrows " it's my Mama's birthday in a few weeks so I'm headed back to Lima soon anyway. I'll talk to Britts and try to sort things out. If we're still in this weird deadlock thing after that, I'll consider coming up here. But if she wants to get back with me, then I'm not saying no Quinn; you know my limits."

Quinn smiled and nodded. "Thank you so much San. You know I'd be there if I could be."

Santana nodded in understanding, she knew if Quinn had come to her to ask for help then the chances are she really did need it.

(END FLASHBACK!)

Puck's grin faded when he saw Quinn lost in her thoughts.

"Hey, Q I was just kidding! I didn't mean to bring that up, I'm sorry." He apologised, running a hand through his no-longer-mohawked hair nervously.

Quinn snapped out of her daze when she realised that Puck had misread her. "No, no it's fine Puck it wasn't that. I was just thinking about how much I've got over since high school, like Beth and stuff." Santana threw her a sympathetic look knowing exactly what "and stuff" really meant, since she had grown up with Quinn and seen the bruises and scars first hand and she forever blamed herself for not telling someone but when Quinn had said that telling would only make things worse she believed it. "The only thing that hasn't been resolved is Rachel." Quinn continued causing both Puck and Santana to look at her worriedly. They both knew what had happened, though it was only recently they had found out.

Santana had found out on a night out with Rachel and Kurt, the boy had drunkenly teased her about her night with Quinn at Mr Schue's wedding and Rachel had kicked off; she yelled about how cruel and slutty Quinn was to sleep with someone else after only just declaring that she was in love with her. Santana had slapped her and told her never to talk about her best friend like that again. That was the last time they spoke.

Puck had found out from Quinn when he found her cutting one night before Santana came to LA. He had only come round to drop of a present for Beth, but with one look at his old friend he knew something was horribly wrong with her. He can still remember the contrast of the blood against the carpet, how her eyes were glassy with tears and yet devoid of feeling; he wanted to yell and scream for her to wake up and look at him, for her to sort herself out and get over whatever was still hurting her. He didn't. He sat there and held her while she slowly came back to earth in his arms, he had begged her to tell him what had done this to her and in her suggestible state she had told him. He still felt guilty that he had to take advantage of that, then again he still felt guilty for the first time he took advantage.

"Yeah, about that, are you ok with her being here? I know you guys would have to meet again sometime but I really don't want to risk it putting off you're progress these last few years. She always seems to have a way to knock you right back to sophomore year in college when you see her." Puck said cautiously, though still earning daggers of Santana.

"Yeah it's fine, I can handle it this time. To be honest I need closure anyway." Quinn's voice was soft and vulnerable and she fiddled with the tent some more, avoiding her friend's eyes. "Hey! I got the pole in!" She exclaimed, changing the subject quickly.

But Santana refused to let it be dropped. "Even then Q, I'd stay away for now. I don't know how Berry is gonna react to seeing you; she might be cool and apologise but on the flipside she might freak out and hurt you again, we both know what she's like if she feels trapped and if she's stuck in the middle of nowhere with you when she isn't ready then she's definitely gonna feel it"

Quinn nodded and Puck smiled at the agreement, however Santana knew that the stubborn blonde would never give up so easily.

Between the three of them they eventually managed to put up the tent without any major injury, giving them time to look around the site. It was well secluded from popular tourist areas as a precaution given the amount of celebrities in the group, luckily the river was nearby and had been cornered off from the public to give the group some privacy. It was odd to see everyone again as she went round the tents, it was strange to see how some of them looked now. Joe had lost the dreadlocks and Sam had only took less and less care of his hair creating the mop that currently stood atop his head. Unique had completed her hormone therapies and was now a woman, a damn beautiful one at that. Mercedes still looked much the same as did Kurt, although they were perhaps more refined than before.

When she eventually reached Brittany and Rachel's tent both Quinn and Santana were frozen in awe of their past loves.

Santana swore she felt the world stand still as her Brittany, no not her Brittany, just Brittany now bound up to her and crush her in the most earthshattering hug ever. Suddenly all the pieces that had been missing through all her past relationships had come back together, she felt at home again.

"I missed you Britt." She murmured into her neck, already feeling tears stream down her cheeks

Quinn on the other hand, felt the world fell apart as she saw the girl who was never hers give her an icy glare. A divine pain tore through her heart and everything she had glued back together over the years shattered into fragments. Rachel's eyes flashed with something unrecognisably loving and she looked away, but it was too late; in that brief moment the colour returned to Quinn's world, it may have been too bright and blinding to her addled brain but not for one second will she ever let it go again.

In that moment both of the actresses knew that they were well and truly screwed.