Chapter One

This Is Amour

It had been plastered all over the news everywhere in the United States, and a few other countries as well, that Broadway's Sweetheart, Rachel Berry, and one of film's biggest A-listers, Quinn Fabray, were getting married. They were 24 and 25 respectively and it was all over the tabloids, news reports on TV, local and nationwide, on the front cover of magazines and even in the newspaper depending on the city. It was made to be the romantic match of the century since no one had even known that the two had known each other. Something about them dating in secret just made it seem even more romantic to the public's eye, and in hindsight it was just that: a farce. Talk shows held interviews with the soon to be married couple separately and together. It was the biggest thing to occur since the royal wedding of Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton just five years before that. That is … what it was made to appear as anyways. The truth of the matter … it couldn't be more different, more of a sham and scam. Quinn Fabray had tortured Rachel Berry in high school relentlessly and sought to humiliate her in every way possible to an almost obsessive degree. Only people from the small town of Lima, Ohio really knew about that though and most of them were limited to the scope of the students and teachers of the high school.

It all started when Rachel discovered a not so little secret about Quinn after a one night stand gone horribly wrong.

They were at a party hosted by Mercedes Jones, singing sensation who dominated with her R&B soul. She was a mutual friend of both and it had been a rather private party with very limited invitations given out and one common factor was all of the successful friends who once conquered singing show choir together in the form of Glee Club. Mercedes had a hunk who looked suspiciously similar to Sam in a few ways, blonde hair, built body, large mouth, but seemed to be a better match for Mercedes and much more intelligent. He was witty and charming in many ways and he was someone she met in the singing industry one day and they just hit it off well and had been dating since.

It was at this party that Quinn and Rachel had gotten quite drunk because of how jealous they both were. Puck, who was one of the few decent football players that graduated from McKinley high school, had a very surprising Sam Evans in his arms at the party. They were very much unreserved in their very public affections for each other, once a horny Puck always a horny Puck. Even despite the fact that they were extremely drunk on all of the alcohol they managed to consume their very obvious need for each other showed and they eventually disappeared somewhere and some obvious noise could be heard if one concentrated hard enough over the din of music going on. Needless to say a certain room was mutually avoided by everyone and it was obvious which one since it was very much locked. Mercedes had been very vocal over the fact that she expected, and would whoop some ass, if anyone, anyone, so much as looked at her room and thought about doing the na-sty in her room. She made it very clear that her room was off limits and any offenders were going to have their asses sued off of them … which translated into "you best just stay away 'cause this girl be tripping if you don't." Everyone just knew to stay away even without the warnings made throughout the night periodically so no matter how drunk anyone was they got the message.

Matt Rutherford was becoming fairly well known for his screen writing and producing various modestly successful shows and movies. He actually came together with Santana to help write and produce a show together and they were gaining new fans daily for the witty writing and the great chemistry between their two leads. Even he had someone with him at this party! The only two who showed up alone had been Quinn and Rachel. At first only Rachel was slightly bothered by this but by the time it was nearing Christmas Quinn and Rachel were quite drunk and they were also talking to each other, mostly Rachel talking with Quinn silently agreeing very drunkenly. In the end it was too much for both of them to take and they eventually just left so they wouldn't feel alone. Rachel had arrived via Blaine and Kurt courteously driving her to the party. Quinn had driven herself to the party borrowing her old car from her family's home. Things just seemed too perfect, too easy, for them to leave because of how successful and not lonely everyone else was.

Brittany Pierce was a very successful and up and coming dancer featured in many high profile music videos with singers like Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, and many more. She was also very much in love with Santana Lopez. Santana herself was, surprisingly enough, an up and coming director and writer to a slightly lesser known, but becoming quite popular, TV Show Becoming Pride. The show's premise is centered on the two female leads that, after meeting and becoming roommates in college, had a lot of people wondering about all of the subtext between them. The thing that kept it interesting was they always seemed to be dancing around each other and had a slew of people they dated that one or the other always found unsuitable. It was currently airing a third season after the first season established their close bond with each other despite the fact that they were always bickering in a couple-like way. They were most definitely a will they, won't they couple that kept drawing viewers in, and the fact that it was two strong leading ladies made it even more interesting because of its rarity.

Artie was a very young director who had gotten lucky over one movie he directed. All of his other movies had strange direction and were left with very little to no notoriety amongst movie festivals. His ideas were always very interesting but when translated into film he didn't do as well with conveying it. Regardless of that fact he had interesting vision that was different from what other directors usually did with what was given to them but what he chose to do with it made it lose the vision he originally had that was unique. He could have done so much with what he was given but because his directing skills weren't as developed yet he had trouble finding actors and actresses that could fulfill the roles for his movies and so his vision wasn't ever nearly as grand. Despite all of these things though, he had a woman by his side at Mercedes' party.

Mike was a successful dancer dancing in movies like Step It Up and music videos with Usher, Chris Brown, and TVXQ among many other recording artists. Tina herself was moderately successful in Broadway Musicals mostly based in venues in various big cities but sometimes based in Chicago and was sometimes in the state of California with Mike. They had been together since high school and were still going on strong and were both engaged to be married but had yet to set a date since they were both so busy with their careers. The only time these two had ever struggled was after Mike graduated from high school and left Tina in high school and a rift had come between them after that. They got through it after being apart from each other for a year and were going as strong as ever now.

Kurt was starting his own fashion agency after getting his start working with Isabelle Kempt. Blaine was often working on various Broadway Revivals and the occasional book and TV or movie adaptations of Broadway Classics. Blaine finally popped the question to Kurt at this party amongst the Gleeks and that was one of the last straws for both Quinn and Rachel before they blindly left together after they both realized that they were the only ones alone at this party.

Finn was with a girl that was only with him because he was easy to control, moderately good looking, didn't question her, and most of all doted on her with any and all of the money he had to his name. Overall Finn didn't have much to envy but he still had someone no matter how truly obvious her infidelity and gold digging ways were. In fact she seemed to have more eyes for Kurt, as blatantly gay as he was, Puck, despite the fact that Sam was all over him, and even Rachel, who was lonely and very depressed but also notably successful, and Quinn, who appeared as if she had little to no interest in most anyone at the party other than her small smiles and chuckles around her friends. All in all Quinn showed almost no emotion whatsoever and Rachel hid almost all of hers as best she could. They were both known for their superb acting after all so what would a little refined wine do in their systems? Loosen their inhibitions? Definitely not. Let a few skeletons out of the closet? Wouldn't dream of it. End up in a one night stand that was immediately spotted by paparazzi, a very sleazy one at that, who had ended up following these two very successful, very high profile, too, women out of the party to the hotel room and caused a scandal that their managers and agents and publicists immediately sought to smooth over with lies that ended up in wedding nuptials after a certain secret was let out? Never in a million years would that ever happen. Nope.

Everyone at the party had been having a grand old time with their significant others, soon to be spouses in some cases, when Rachel suggested something very devious to Quinn.

"Let's go." Rachel stated boldly.

Quinn, having not been nearly as annoyed with her presence for the last four hours, looked at Rachel with questioning eyes. "What do you mean?" Quinn asked with the barest hint of hesitation in her voice. Drunk she may be but she was not stupid and she was sure she would agree because she had already been embarrassed the entire party because none of their 'friends' really talk to them. They were the isolated singles club at this party and it truly showed when Mercedes had only initially greeted them, Brittany had hugged Quinn while Santana merely nodded in their direction, and Puck and Sam were all over each other even as they said hi to them. Things only got worse as the party progressed but all in all there was just one message being broadcasted almost obnoxiously to the both of them: You two are very alone and lonely. They didn't like it and it was where Rachel's magnificent plan came about, the one that started it all.

"Let's go and have some fun for ourselves since they are all too busy to even look at us." Rachel said with a pout evident in her voice and, surely enough, when Quinn looked over she saw the pout on Rachel's lips and she found herself agreeing before she could stop herself.

"Okay." And that was the start of their night from hell because they were followed by someone who had noticed their leave. This person who saw them was not even a participant in the part, meaning they were not invited, but saw the two high profile celebrities leave the party from a party he, himself, was attending. What was a gossip writer to do? Follow them of course and follow them he did … to a bar, almost giving up when nothing happened, and then ultimately to the biggest hotel in Lima, Ohio.

Jacob Ben Israel had always been a sleaze ball … the sleaziest sleaze of all sleazes for sure. He had never been liked by anyone when it came to the gossip that he spread: sick fantasies or overly exaggerated truths that turned into lies more often than not that left massive carnage in his wake. He was aware with the public's immense dislike of him even before he became the next Perez Hilton in terms of notoriety despite how false almost every claim was found out to be after its initial hit on the News wave. This time however he had gotten proof that was very much legitimate even if the story was thoroughly embellished and there was no real proof other than the word of the hotel staff who had seen them come in as well as a few guests still awake in the dead of the night and the staff member who confirmed they got a room with a single bed. Because the town was small and the hotel only three stars most of the public didn't know what to make of the pictures plastered all over the newsstands until only two weeks later there was news of wedding vows soon to take place for the "very much in love couple Faberry."

Jacob knew that there had to be some scoop to be found here somehow between them. There was a feeling in his perverted mind, gut, and another unmentionable place, that something was definitely going on between the two famous women. He was going to prove that there was a scandal to be had before the night was over. He knew that he had what he needed from the information that he was given by the rather weak willed hotel staff member that had given the two women their hotel room key. That was the first indicator for Jacob Ben Israel that there was a story to be told in the first place.

Not long after he confirmed the few suspicions he could there was an article posted online on his website and immediately thousands of people had read it and seen the pictures themselves. The article itself had several pictures of the "newly exposed couple sneaking away for a little holiday fun alone."

A Secret Couple Exposed For The First Time! (the article's title)

There was a picture of the 'happy couple' leaving a party together.

It was on Christmas Eve nearing midnight that this reporter spotted of New York's Broadway Sweetheart, one Rachel Barbra Berry, and well known A-Lister, Quinn Lucy Fabray, leaving the party of R&B sensation, Mercedes Jones, to go to a hotel together. While nothing about this seems too out of the ordinary considering I, myself, know these two have known each other since high school. It begs the question of what they might have been doing in the hotel together though when everyone else at this tre exclusive party. Well this reporter set to find out for himself and found something rather interesting in the bar and hotel with many eye witnesses.

A large picture of the two, with the tall blonde tugging the brunette's hand in her own, was not very scandalous but did pose questions for the public. Since when were these two even on any type of terms with each other? The public had never known that there was a connection between the two because they were never seen together and had never spoken about each other before.

Underneath the large photo of a rather eager seeming blonde, not noticeably drunk since they both held their liquor very well, there was more text for the article.

So what did this ace reporter find out while in the hotel asking questions to the various hotel staff and guests? Well here's the scoop!

When asked about the rooming arrangements a hotel staff member, who will remain anonymous, confirmed that they did indeed rent a hotel room with a single bed and bar. Guests still awake at the time and milling about the hotel's lounge area said that the two were standing very close to each other and seemed rather eager to make it to their hotel room. They were also seen holding hands and even nuzzling at one point as established Ice Queen Quinn Fabray whispered something that had Broadway Diva Rachel Berry giggling and nodding. It was under the general consensus that these two were definitely very buddy, buddy with each other upon arrival and this reporter even took it a step further to find out more!

There was taken of the two looking very snugly indeed as they stood in front of the hotel staff member to pay for their room and get their keys.

What makes all of this worth mentioning though one might ask? When looking at a few very well known facts there are never any scandals between these two leading ladies and any other person in the world. The rumors of boyfriends, or significant female others, have never surfaced once from the time of their rise to stardom until now. Sure there have been kisses exchanged, and hugging at times, sometimes a little more … but all for movie roles and never anywhere else. Every time exclusives are taken or interviews are held behind the scenes there are never any indicators that these two women have anyone more in their life. So, for these two actresses to be spotted going to a bar and then a hotel together is very questionable indeed.

Scandal, scandal, scandal was found by this reporter when interviewing the neighbors of these two later on in the morning after staying for the night and getting a good night's rest. One neighbor complained about hearing some shrill noises over their TV screen a few times and just ended up turning the volume up a few notches so they could no longer be heard. The other neighbor complained about having been woken up from some pleasant dreams during their beauty sleep and being unable to fall back asleep for about another hour when their noisiness finally stopped. This neighbor was quite certain that whoever was next door was most assuredly having sex, sex, and more sex for quite some time. Several people entering and leaving their rooms throughout the night, while this reporter was interviewing various hotel personnel and guests, reported hearing … specific noises, most likely moaning as I'm sure these two famous women are tigress's under the sheet, while walking by a certain room.

More hard hitting facts from sources are …

And the article went on about various quotes from people questioned by JBI.

At the end of the rather long article with particularly juicy gossip was this last question addressed to the readers of his famous website.

So what do you all think of this very scandalous seeming rendezvous from these very two sexy ladies? Couple in secret? Just friends? Tell this reporter your thoughts and reaction!

Within minutes of the article being posted up comments were being left on his website. Within the next two hours both celebrity's names were trending on twitter through the hashtag of AceJBI. Not an hour later after both women's names trended on twitter there was an explosion within the world of tumblr as well. Magazines of all variety became aware of the article written by Jacob Ben Israel only scant hours after he published it and not much longer, while still in the middle of sleep, both Quinn Lucy Fabray and Rachel Barbra Berry's phones blared and vibrated loudly with a vengeance to awaken the startled sleeping women.

Who would be calling them while they were very much hung-over and on Christmas Day of all days?

There was a much more pressing issue to deal with though that they both realized after waking up slowly. Quinn could feel someone's warm body entwined with her own. Someone's front was pressed against hers, arms around her waist, and legs entwined together intimately. It took another few moments for Quinn to recognize the body as very much … female before her eyes snapped open and she let out a quiet yelp and nearly arched herself off of the narrow bed. She was so shocked especially now because there was someone else who knew about her secret. Very few people knew about this secret of hers and those people who did she had limited to just her agent, her parents (because they just had to know and had tried to "fix her" by the time she was a teenager and had told them about her first crush) and her slightly more understanding sister, and her two best friends. And now there was obviously going to be another person who had to keep quiet about her biggest secret and fear coming out. She just hoped that whoever she had slept with would be reasonable and if not that they could be bought out with something that she could give them.

She couldn't look … she just could not bring herself to look. Here was someone who could potentially become her biggest nightmare, someone who could be her biggest fear coming to life. She wanted to at least take a peak but her arms were equally wrapped around this person's waist … this very female person's waist. If it had been a man she slept with last night she knew she wouldn't have very many problems getting the guy to shut up because men were so very easy to appease one way or another. They were very simple creatures compared to women. They didn't let their emotions rule them nearly as much when it came to decision making and they were easy to buy because of how very simple minded they could be. A woman though? A woman was complex, manipulative (sometimes), catty (most of the time), and hard to deal with because of the emotion factor. That and women were much harder to buy off when it was necessary to do so because women wanted so much more than men did when it came to possessions and materialistic needs.

She heard the soft moaning of the unidentified woman and thought she sounded familiar. And then she felt a few twitches from the arms wrapped around her as well as the legs entwined with her own. She was having a very slight panic attack at this point because it was evident that the woman in her arms was starting to stir. She finally forced herself to look down just in time to see the most endearing sight of one Rachel Berry wrinkling her nose adorably.

… She just thought the words 'endearing', 'Rachel Berry', and 'adorably' in the same sentence … the world just had to be ending right now.

It took another moment of thought before full realization truly kicked in just in time for Rachel Barbra Berry to shriek as loudly as Quinn was panicking inside her own mind.

She was in bed with someone she had tortured in high school by the name of Rachel Barbra Berry. Rachel Barbra Berry who was a celebrated Broadway Star known for winning a Tony her first year on Broadway as well as earning an Academy Award and was currently a nominee for the Grammy Awards. There was no way that her manager would or could let this slide because they were both very well known women in the world of entertainment. Then again there was always the possibility that no one would ever know about what had transpired this night and that no one would be the wiser. The phone's ring tone and vibrating jolted her back to reality as she suddenly sprang apart from one Rachel Berry and she fell off of the bed in a lump of massive ache after having jerked her head from the fall.

It was then that Rachel herself jolted up from the bed, awake, with a shrill cry of "wha-?! Huh? I'm awake!"

Quinn cursed herself for once again finding the diva adorable.

And just then another thought occurred to the slightly muddled mind of Quinn Fabray. "I just lost my virginity?!" She screeched in shock. Quinn Fabray had never had sex before in her life and she knew that there was definitely no way that she had kept it in tack considering how intimate her embrace had been with the diva. That and a few foggy memories had resurfaced and they were decidedly steamy and starting to turn her on slightly even though she was trying to keep that bit of information concealed from the diva lying in bed, still trying to wake up.

Rachel was still in a whirlwind of confusion as her mind tried to catch up with everything that was going on. She looked down at herself and noticed that she was very much naked. She looked over to her right to see the form of one Quinn Fabray lying face down on the ground muttering quietly to herself, most likely cursing herself. Rachel was starting to make some startled connections … she was hearing moans of pleasure, seeing bodies sliding against each other delightfully and … and … Quinn's … Quinn's …

Rachel let out a stupefied shriek, "Quinn?!"

Quinn quite startled herself by the sudden shrill pronouncement of her name looked over at the diva from her spot on the floor. "Yes?" she asked timidly and in a very un-Quinn-like that gave the diva pause. She supposed it must have been because they were both in shock for nearly the same reasons. Surely, not every day one wakes up to see that the person who tortured them in high school had slept with them … and they liked it and had sex for hours in a hotel room … and vice versa. There was, surely, some kind of guide in the book stores called Dummies Guide for Celebrities to Avoid Scandals from Sleeping with another Celebrity just for this very specific situation. If not Rachel was most assuredly going to write one for herself as future reference as well as other Celebrities use to avoid situations like this. She would make sure it was only in the market for her high profile friends' benefit and that the public was none the wiser.

"Di-di- did we … I mean … well you know … and are you … um well … I don't … this is …" Rachel had no idea what to say or how to start this conversation. "High school never prepared me for this … or college for that matter," Rachel muttered darkly.

Just then the phone rang yet again to interrupt both of the celebrities from their very unknowing silence. Yes!, they thought! Surely my manager will know what to do about this! And maybe if I'm lucky the press doesn't even know about this slight indiscretion. But it was obvious that this was clearly just wishful thinking and hope on their part because why else would their managers be calling them right now before noon on Christmas morning if not for this very particular reason? Happy holiday wishes? Most definitely not.

Quinn didn't dare get up because she was very much naked and she did not want one Rachel Berry looking upon her naked form for any reason whatsoever. Rachel herself was facing a very similar dilemma because though they had indeed seen each other in the nude from having done what they did last night those memories were very fuzzy for both at best.

Rachel was the first to break the silence with her timid voice, "um … if … if you want to answer your phone I'll … I'll um … I'll look away so you can go and grab your phone." And Rachel made sure to turn away from Quinn so that only her back was visible to the blonde as she lay down on the bed.

Quinn was grateful beyond belief and said as much as she quickly dressed herself and ran out of the room with her cell phone in hand just as it rang yet again. "Thank you … Rachel," Quinn whispered softly. She really was truly grateful for the chance to actually answer her manager this time because she was sure that she was anxious. To give herself some privacy she had entered the en suite bathroom. Quinn and Rachel had gotten the best room the hotel could offer which was a moderate sized living room with two loveseats and a small kitchenette that connected with a bedroom and included an en suite bathroom. Overall it wasn't a cheap motel but neither was it a Hilton in grandiose appearance and service.

Quinn wasn't quite sure what she was expecting to be met with on the other line but she wasn't expecting a calm but very obviously upset Veronica. "Have you seen or even perhaps read any of the things that have been exploding all over the internet have you?" Quinn responded by shaking her head and uttering a soft and hesitant 'no?' in response. There was a deep sigh on the other end of the line and muttering before Veronica started again. "Okay … well then I suppose that it is true … or that at least a small grain of it is true." There was a pause. "The trending topic on both twitter and tumblr are both you and … Broadway's very own sweetheart … Rachel Barbra Berry … and … how you were both spotted at the Hampton Inn in your hometown. You were spotted entering together and were quoted as being very … intimate with each other. We have to fix this if she knows about you know what," and Quinn knew what Veronica was referring to quite well but she wasn't even sure if Rachel really knew or not. Then again how could she not have figured out Quinn's biggest secret considering what they did last night? There was no way she didn't know at this point even things were quite fuzzy between both of their memories.

"God damn it! I'm sorry V. I'm … what are we going to do about this? I know I should probably talk to her to see what we can do to fix this because … well it is already a big scandal that involves both of us and we're not exactly unknown people when it comes to the media." Quinn was feeling extremely nervous but she knew that it was her own fault for losing control seeing everyone happy with their lives and loved by someone else. It made her feel the acute ache in her chest from being alone for so long. The last time she had had someone else to actually rant to or just talk to was in high school. Brittany was her best friend and Santana her second in command even if sometimes they didn't see eye to eye. They were all still each other's shields and defenders when something went wrong or someone challenged them.

Veronica was silent before she spoke hesitantly. "Do you think I could talk to Rachel for a moment perhaps?" Quinn was surprised the request but obliged anyways and left the bathroom only to hear Rachel speaking in soft tones on the phone.

"We'll have to wait a bit before that's even possible." Veronica made a noise of acknowledgement before Quinn spoke up again. "Say … um, V, can you tell me what it is you're going to talk to her about? I don't want to do this blindly because I was already thrown into this mess without any warning and the slightest indication that it would blow up on the internet so quickly."

Veronica's sigh was evident on the other side of the phone and it made Quinn's nervousness spike as well as her shoulders tense a bit in preparation for what she was about to say. "I have an idea that will most likely be something that neither of you will like very well at all … nor, perhaps, her manager, who would be reluctant at first as well. I'm sure that after you hear my reasoning you will understand though." This caused even more nervousness to course through a very tense Quinn Fabray.

Quinn was sure she was going to regret agreeing to this but she did so anyways with trepidation, "okay."

Rachel on her end was talking to her manager and she did not like what she was hearing. In fact she was a bit terrified that Quinn was going to go into a rampage at any given moment because she knew that she must also be hearing similar things about images of them having been posted up with an article by the deplorable JBI. JBI, who used to be nothing more than a despicable fibber and liar every time he wrote an article on his blog in high school, was now one of the most popular article writers on the internet. He had learned finesse and how to equally balance his embellishments with facts now so that they weren't complete lies and came off as merely speculation as opposed to outrageous lies like they had in high school. It was now much more difficult to call him out on his lies and trash. He had become wiser over the years and this was one such instance of it showing.

Rachel blanched immediately when 'Josh Piekler' flashed on her phone. He was a big diva, sometimes more than her, and he sometimes became lost in his diva world. She had spoken into the phone tentatively before he exploded on her in Joshie fashion with questions and news of what hit the internet everywhere at 8:00 AM this morning.

Rachel's jaw dropped from pure information overload as word after word left his mouth. "Girl! Do you have any idea what this is doing to the internet?" He didn't wait for a response, "twitter almost crashed today! Also … why didn't you tell me that you had a something, something going on with that hot ass Quinn Fabray? She is damn fine! Mh! Mm-mm-mm-mmm!" There was a pause, "but you know that I'm completely uninterested because I like my di-"

Rachel interrupted at that, "I don't need to know that!" she squeaked indignantly. She knew what word he was going to say and she knew for a fact that she didn't want to hear it.

Josh laughed on the other end of the line in response knowing why she was uncomfortable. She was such a closet case sometimes. She always wondered why she hated her first time when she was 18 and how she never really tried again after that. The answer was pretty obvious to a gay man such as himself.

"Rachel?"

Rachel was startled out of her conversation with Josh when she heard the soft voice speaking. Rachel was actually quite surprised that she hadn't been mean, cruel, or angry when she spoke. She knew how Quinn lashed out when something major was stressing her out in her life. She had been through the game and dance quite often but no matter how hard Quinn tried Rachel always dusted herself off and picked herself back up like it was nothing. It was days like those that Rachel was reminded that she was but a single obstacle in her dreams of stardom.

Rachel hummed in acknowledgement and Quinn continued. "My manager would like to speak to you … well to your manager about a plan she has." Rachel said as much to her manager and he was simply delighted to hear what Veronica had to say and as they discussed details Quinn stared at Rachel and Rachel stared at the floor.

Quinn was a ticking time bomb at this point. She couldn't stand the silence anymore she burst out the first words that came to her mind, "do you remember what happened last night?" she said quickly before she lost her nerves. Rachel looked up for a single moment, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to look at the stunning blonde. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on a certain body part of Quinn before she looked away and shook her head in an obvious lie. Quinn scoffed. "Of course you did. Who am I kidding?" Rachel continued to look at the ground when a noise in the background had them both looking at the table where Quinn's phone was ringing. Quinn's intense, golden-hazel staring had been unnerving Rachel anyways so it was a relief for her.

When Quinn picked up the phone what she heard next had her yelling much too loudly, instead of hissing softly into the phone she practically screamed, "a wedding?" And then she fainted. Quinn Ice Queen Fabray fainted into a startled Rachel Broadway Diva Berry's quick arms.

Needless to say there was a wedding little more than two months later and the sparks have been flying since.

So sorry to all of my readers waiting on Losing Your Memory but I was working for nearly two weeks straight without a day off and on my day off I slept for the most part. I must say my paycheck was very nice with all of the holiday bonuses; I worked on Christmas and New Year's as well. So tell me what you all think since this idea came to me the other day and I just had to write it out!^^

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