Well...this is kinda based on a true story. My story...I hope you like.Please let me know what you think and if I should continue.Thanks

She looked beautiful, like the years had been kind to her...like she had been swaddled in soft glowing sunlight and silk since the day she was born.

Her hair was longer now, it cascaded down passed her shoulders. Dark curls glancing against prominent collar bones.

Her smile hadn't changed. It still tugged up at the right hand corner of her full lips as her eyes squinted slightly, giving off that mischivious look that she wore so well.

She was everything Quinn remembered and more. She looked happier now, more at ease with herself. She looked as though she had stopped fighting herself and had finally accepted the truth.

"That you're perfect" Whispered Quinn aloud as she ran her finger down the screen.

The blonde had been mindlessly flipping through instagram when Santana's picture had appeared in her friends' likes feed and emptied the breath from her lungs.

So many emotions ran through her as soon as hazel eyes locked onto slightly glassy mocha.

The beautiful face of her one time friend, one time lover frozen in time for her to feast her hungry eyes upon.

Quinn had missed Santana. Her heart and soul had pined for her since that day she had walked away. Since the day she broke her own heart to make sure Santana had chance to give hers to someone who deserved it.

Someone better than her.

Flashback

"Why won't you say something!!?" Pleaded Santana as they sat in Quinn's Alpha Romeo in their usual secluded meeting point.

Quinn's hands stayed on the steering wheel even though the ignition was off. Her eyes simmered with tears as she tried to swallow the painful lump in her throat.

"We can move away, I'll transfer and you'll find a job straight away. We can start somewhere new...Just us two!"

The statuesque blonde let out a bitter laugh and shook her head.

"This is funny to you!?" Half cried half growled the tan girl beside her, her body turning in the leather seat to fully face Quinn.

The girl in the drivers seat released her death grip on the wheel to quickly wipe at wayward tears that had managed to spill from her eyes.

"We've been here for forty minutes Quinn and you haven't said one fucking word!"

"I love you" Whispered the hazel eyed girl as her head dipped, a hiccuped sob escaping with her words.

It was only the 2nd time she had uttered those words to Santana, only the 2nd time she had allowed such selfishness pass her lips.

"I love you too...I love you so much Q. I've loved you for so long" The smaller girl began to lean forward, her hands reaching for Quinn as the words rushed out of her mouth.

"But I can't do this anymore"

Santana paused

"I love you but I can't do this...I can't be with you" For the first time in almost an hour Quinn looked toward the girl who had stolen her heart.

"No...Quinn...Please don't do this. Don't push me away" pleaded the latina

"You know I have to-"

Can passangers boarding First Class for flight HP2897 to New York please make your way to the gate.

The tannoy announcement broke Quinn from her painful memory, she wiped discretely at her reddened and moist eyes before picking up her satchel and heading towards her gate.

Her usual fear of flying had been forgotten. Seeing Santana's beautiful picture had stripped her down to her most basic functions, breathing and existing.

Maybe that was all she had really been doing all these years. Just existing. When she truly thought about it it made sense, walking away from Santana and back into his arms had ultimately shut her down.

She was now just a shell of who she was, a ghost of all the possibilities that lay before her.

"Miss Fabray, the gate for first class is closing soon"

Quinn's eyes snapped up to the steward holding her forgotten ticket with a comforting smile.

She whispered an apology and took the ticket, shrugging her satchel strap further up her shoulder before walkong down towards the plane.