Note: Trying my hand at first person, I hope you enjoy! All from Quinn's P.O.V

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Note: EDITED MAY 2012

I was ecstatic to be going out instead of working for once. It had been too long since I'd dressed up and let loose a little. I'd gone for a simple black dress, my Mom had gotten it for me a few weeks back when she came to visit. It wasn't overly dressy but it was nice enough, besides we were only going to a few clubs - it wasn't like we were going to the Oscars. I made my way down the flight of stairs leading up to my apartment and was met at the door by a very excited Laura,

"Woohoo! Someone's dressed to kill tonight, looking to pull are we?"

Laura was shouting, yet again, did that girl have no volume control?

"You really need to calm down, we're just going out for a few drinks."

Laura whipped out he famous pout and lowered her voice, a little,

"But this is the first time in forever! Am I not allowed to be a bit excited?"

I sighed, she did have a point - I suppose the only choice I had was to go along with it and get some alcohol, fast. We set off arm in arm, Laura leading the way, almost pulling me down the deserted street.

"So, where are we going first?"

"Ah ah, this is my territory. Just shut up and go with the flow!"

I hated not having any input into plans, but Laura was right - she knew down town New York a lot better than I did. I was sceptical however, when we ended up outside what looked like an abandoned old warehouse,

"Laur, I really don't want to end up in hospital tonight."

It seemed I was being ignored, even though I knew full well that Laura had heard me, she merely tugged on my arm and flashed a smile to the man on the door. If you could call it a door, it was more like a decrepit archway. I really did not like the look of this place. It only got worse when we got inside. The smell hit me first, it was like old beer mixed with sweat and other substances. I actually almost gagged, I was right - this really wasn't my scene. I was about to tell Laura that we should leave immediately before either of us caught anything, but when I turned to speak to her she had already gone, I scanned the dimly lit room and found her on the makeshift dance-floor, already, somehow, with a drink in her hand. That woman was insane. I should have asked some people from work to come out with me instead, but then again - I doubt any of them would have said yes.

There was some sort of live set up just in front of the dance-floor, it was empty at the moment but I could see some burly men setting up the microphone and speakers. I suppose some music would make this place a little less terrible I thought to myself as I made my way towards the small bar. I perched on the edge of one of the barstools, waiting for some service. It was rather sticky and that didn't really help me relax, at all. I looked round again at the dance-floor, Laura had cornered some guy and was grinding up against him shamelessly. I almost laughed when I looked up and saw the shock on his face, this was actually quite an amusing start to the night.

When I turned around, I had to steady myself on the stool beside me to keep from toppling over when I saw who was serving the drinks. It was Rachel Berry. But not the Rachel Berry I knew from High School, that Rachel was cute and innocent and sort of attractive in a sweet way, this Rachel was, well, hot. She had a black vest top on, the neckline plunged dangerously low, her ass was barely covered by the jean shorts she had on, her toned legs were perfectly enhanced by the 6 inch heels I could just about make out. She was still had her back to me so I continued my assessment, she'd lost some weight, but her toned body was still as magnificent as it used to be. I saw when she turned slightly to the side that she'd grown out her bangs, she had her hair up in a messy ponytail, stray strands tickling her neck. Speaking of necks, I got a bit sidetracked when I began to track the path of a bead of sweat, it went from the nape of her neck and trickled slowly down her practically bare back. I think I might have been drooling, was I? I quickly ran my hand across my mouth just to make sure. No, thankfully I got nothing but a tiny bit of make up on my hand. I forgot where I was momentarily and when Rachel did finally turn around, I couldn't for the life of me remember that I was meant to be ordering drinks, I ended up just sat there mesmerized,

"What can I get you, hun?"

Wait, what? Did Rachel just call me 'hun'? Oh, she wasn't looking at me - that's probably why she didn't recognize me, I decided that the best way to draw her attention was to actually order a drink - I mean that was what she was there for, right?

"I'll have a rum and coke, please."

As soon as I started to speak, Rachel's eyes shot up to meet mine. Her face distorted slightly with what I can only assume was shock. She then started to smile, but it was cold and bitter - a mockery of the old Rachel Berry smile. Who was this?

"Well, if it isn't miss Quinn Fabray. What are you doing here?"

Rachel's eyes were distant and harsh, her tone unrecognisable,

"I'm actually here with a friend, but what are you doing here? Is this your job?"

I was so confused and bewildered, I didn't care that my question was a little blunt - why wasn't she tearing up the stage somewhere in an Off-Broadway production? Where had the old Rachel Berry gone? Rachel was distracted for a few moments, flashing that horrible smile at some guy at the other end of the bar, she shouted over to him,

"Be with you in a sec, babe!"

"Wow, whatever has happened, New York has certainly ruined your vocabulary."

Rachel's suddenly stony glare scared me a little, she leant over the bar and hissed in my ear,

"I'm as eloquent as ever, thank you - however, these idiots need me to speak like a seven year old so I don't intimidate the customers!"

I just didn't know how to carry on, what had happened? Rachel wasn't meant to be working in some sleazy bar, the last I heard she was impressing everyone at Julliard and was still the same irritable but lovable Diva that made a 20 minute long speech about success and goals at graduation.

"Okay then, can I ask again, what are you doing here?"

Rachel sneered, the sound was so unfamiliar and alien that I think I might have audibly gasped,

"Working, what does it look like?"

"I see that, but this isn't where you meant to be..."

I didn't mean to say it, but I wanted to get some sort of reaction. To prove to myself that this was in fact Rachel,

"Well that's funny Quinn, because this is where I am - now excuse me, I'm needed elsewhere."

Rachel began to saunter away from the bar, I wasn't thinking when I reached across the bar and grabbed her arm,

"Just, wait - can we talk?"

Rachel looked down at my hand, then back to my face. She looked like she wanted to say something, the bitter mask fell away slightly. I was a little perplexed when she merely shook her head and walked away. I wasn't letting her get away that easily, I made up my mind to wait as long is took to talk to her again and figure out what in the world was happening.

"Hey!"

Laura's shout distracted me from my thoughts, I smiled weakly at her when she sat down on the stool next to me, sipping her almost empty drink,

"Fabray, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Something like that."

I replied weakly,

"Anyway, I've done my business here-"

She looked over and nodded towards the guy she was dancing with before, who stood awestruck - blindly high-fiving his friends,

"Wait, Laura - you didn't.."

"Give him a blow? Sure I did, I thought we were out to have some fun? I mean, we can go somewhere that's more your type of place if you like."

I just shook my head in response. She was a good friend, but sometimes I wondered how we ended up so close. We were two very different people,

"Come on, let's split anyway - they do some live sets and shit now so the place is going to mellow out a bit."

Laura winked at the barman who was too busy checking out her rack to even notice,

"No. I want to stay for a bit, I like this place."

Laura's piercing green eyes met mine as she flicked her hair away from her face,

"You are the worst liar ever, Quinn. Come on, who is it?"

I just ignored her, I was too busy trying to find Rachel in the crowd. I was looking by the bar when a scratchy voice came out of the speakers,

"Ladies and gents, we present to you, our very own: Rachel Berry!"

I turned around so fast on my stool that I almost gave myself whiplash, there she was. The stage was lit poorly and the backing track was jumpy and really bad quality. But none of that mattered when Rachel started to sing,

"Hey, is that the Rachel from your High School? The one that you're always raving abou-"

"Shhhh!"

I cut Laura off, not wanting to miss any of Rachel's performance. I hadn't heard that voice in years. I'd almost forgotten how heart-wrenchingly beautiful it was, I didn't even recognize the song she was singing, but it was slow and melodic and just perfect. For the first time that night, when Rachel opened her eyes, I saw true emotion. There was no mocking smile, no bitter expression, just Rachel Berry how she should be. When her eyes met mine, I realized that I'd missed this. I'd missed watching Rachel get so lost in a song, I'd missed just watching her perform. This was the Rachel Berry I knew, not the Rachel I'd spoken with earlier, that was a fake. When the song finished, Rachel closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly, a ripple of applause came from the bar and the dance-floor.

"Damn, that was pretty good! She's quite hot as well."

I turned and glared at Laura, pretty good? Rachel Berry was a star.

"Geez okay, not your type then..."

I rolled my eyes, not gracing that question with an answer. When I looked back up at the sorry excuse for a stage Rachel had reverted back to the new version of herself, smirking at me as she made her way back towards the bar.

"Quinn, come on. I'm bored, we're meant to be bar-hopping, not bar-standing-still."

Laura tugged at my arm impatiently, clearly eager to move on to her next victim,

"Just wait one minute."

I ignored Laura's whimper and pout and tried to follow Rachel through the throng of people that had converged near the bar,

"Rach, RACHEL!"

I knew she could hear me, because she looked back and winked. Winked, since when did Rachel wink? It just made me more eager to get to the bottom of this,

"MAN-HANDS, GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"

That certainly got her attention, she turned slowly on her heel and gave me a cold stare,

"Or what Quinn? I could quite easily get you kicked out of here for verbally abusing the staff, you know."

I smiled internally when I heard a bit of the old Rachel resolve in her voice,

"I just want to talk..."

my voice softened as she came closer,

"Well, I don't want to talk, so either buy a drink, or make yourself scarce. Oh, and take your little friend the sex pest with you."

I looked over to see Laura practically licking some poor man's face. Wait, did Rachel just say sex pest?

"Call me, okay?"

Rachel had started to walk away so I quickly grabbed her tan arm, ignoring how the feel of her skin made me that little bit hotter, and how the contact left my fingers slightly tingly. I pulled a pen out of my silver clutch bag and messily wrote 'Quinn' and my number largely across Rachel's forearm.

"Don't you dare wash that off."

Rachel studied me briefly, and without another world took her place behind the bar. I figured there was nothing much more I could do for the time being, I went back over to Laura and pulled her off her new guy,

"Come on, I think it's time to leave."

Laura smiled wordlessly and linked me as we made our way out of the club, I cast one last look back at Rachel, who was pouring drinks like her life depended on it.

"So hey, I saw give that Rachel chick you number...Someone's getting laid tonight!"

"Seriously, did we not talk about volume control!"

Laura pretended to zip her mouth shut in an extremely juvenile gesture,

"and yes, that was Rachel Berry from my High School."

"But I thought you said she was like, annoyingly cheerful all the time?"

"Yeah well, she's changed. A lot."

Laura regarded my expression carefully, she was a lot of things, and she did a lot of things I didn't approve of. But she was a great friend, which meant she could read me like a book. After a few moments of silence she grabbed my face in both hands and pretty much screamed in my face,

"Lets go and get you good and drunk!"

I nodded feebly, I really did need a drink.

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