Okay so I am new to this. Like baby status.

So please give this a chance. I only write at night so any mistakes (which I'm sure are plenty. Sorry.) are all mine.

I've seen disclaimers and introductions on these and I suppose I should do the same? Aha

Glee is not mine.. at all. (Is that enough?.. I sure hope so. If I get sued all they'll get is my car and laptop.)

I'm Alyssa, a college student taking summer courses (blah), and working at your local Wal-Mart.

Enough of me on with my story.

Chapter 1

Quinn dropped her keys on the counter of her one bedroom apartment, the sound echoing through to the kitchen before the soft padding of paws followed. Her cat Captain Wentworth seemed to sense the angst permeating off the blonde as he circled her legs, the simple touch causing a small smile to grace her features.

"Hey Captain, how was your day?" she questioned gently picking up the tiger stripped cat, petting his soft fur as she nuzzled him closely. Her eye caught a battered hardback copy of Pride and Prejudice on the counter next to her keys.

Rachel.

The book had been a gift when they had started dating.

So many years ago.

Quinn had made a comment of how the two main characters reminded her of their rocky beginnings. That Rachel was the Mr. Darcy to her Elizabeth Bennet. The brunette then went off; how dare the girl make her the man in this scenario, Mr. Darcy was nothing like her, according to Rachel. Even though the shorter girl had not read the book nor seen any of the many film adaptation, which the blonde had. Many times. It was her favorite book after all.

Quinn's eyes glossed over, wanting nothing more than to pick up her book and read all night. But she couldn't. She takes it wherever she goes but she can't bring herself to open it.

Before getting lost in her thoughts a gentle paw taps her face, playing with the fallen strands of blonde hair against her cheek. She smiles, thanking her pet for distracting her, for his soft mews calming her tormented thoughts.

"Mine was ok," she said to the unanswered question. "Today is always difficult you know, but we will be ok." She carried him into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes before lying down and allowing sleep to claim her exhausted body.

When she woke it was already dark, and the cool August breeze of New York whistled against her window causing her to jerk herself up. Her eyes coming into focus on the blue numbers screaming 10:38 back at her. Her fingers wove themselves through her hair, massaging the nonexistent headache as she sat up.

"Damn it, Q. How about we spend this night anywhere but here?" she muttered.

Making quick work of readying herself and phoning friends of where to meet she checked herself once more in the mirror; added a touch of lip gloss and eye liner and she was ready.

Before grabbing her keys off the bookshelf she felt her hand nudge something hard. Quinn's eyes screwed shut; her face tightened seeing it happening in her mind before it actually did. Her favorite book fell to the floor, once again just proving how quiet and alone she was as it echoed through her home.

She scoffed, leaned down to pick it up by one cover. And that's when she saw it. A folded piece of paper fell from its pages.

Quinn pulled it from the pages that held it captive, the simple colored piece of paper. Not much at all just a plain sheet of paper folded in half, a drawing of a purple cake with the words "Happy Birthday" scribbled across it. She knew that handwriting.

She hadn't meant to find it. She didn't know it would be there; tucked away with so many other items that the blonde thought had no meaning.

Then again she hadn't read that book in years.

Almost 3.

Honestly she did her best not to think of the brunette that was once everything to her.

Her smile.

Her smirk.

The way she smelled.

How much she loved her.

How much she may still love her.

How badly her heart ached when she thought of her.

What got her the most was that look in her eyes, the one that conveyed all her feelings.

The brunettes eyes were the most expressive she'd ever seen. Quinn would know as those eyes she had loved so much had brought on her broken heart.

Tears burned her eyes as Quinn rushed to the couch, grabbing a tissue to dab away the wetness.

Taking deep breaths she wrapped her arms around her body, willing herself to stop trembling. Eyes still shut her ears picked up on those soft paws on the floor. Soon her breaths were in time with the steps and she felt her cats coat brushing her fingertips.

When Quinn opened her eyes a smile broke free at the sight of her cat looking up at her as if questioning her.

"I'm fine Captain." she whispered.

Her eyes found the handmade card. Rachel knew she found store bought cards to be so impersonal, so… lazy. While the blonde had found every way to spoil her ex with gifts, to shower her with affection and romance; Quinn preferred simple gifts. If any at all, the blonde enjoyed Rachel's words, her looks, how the brunette would engage is everything she said. The small tokens of their relationship for Quinn were handmade cards, pictures tucked away in her purse, sappy voicemails, midnight cuddling and songs the shorter girl would serenade her with. Quinn had loved to get the diva anything she wanted, and she only wanted love and commitment in return.

Perhaps that was why the blonde had kept that book so close to her. Never let it out of her sight.

The two had just had a quiet lunch at a small diner where the shorter girl had left in a huff, her girlfriend chasing after her quickly, pleading with her to stop. Quinn didn't care that others could hear and see them; she wanted to know why the small diva felt the need to get away from her as soon as possible.

"Rachel!" Quinn yelled out, watching as the other girl disappears in the crowd that seemed to just appear on the sidewalk. Quinn rushed off, desperate to find her girlfriend. She was small after all, what if she got hurt?

After a few minutes of searching Quinn stopped in front of a tucked away second hand book store. A few book shelves over stuffed with beaten, tattered paperbacks lined the stores windows where she stood cell phone in hand. Rachel's ringback tone blared from her speakers for a few seconds before she heard a ringtone blast from the store she stood in front of. Turning she found her girlfriend; her bag hanging from her arm and a black book in the other.

Brown eyes found her own, the annoyance gone, replaced with another look she didn't quite know yet.

"I will prove you wrong Miss Fabray." The girl stated. "I am going to read this darn book and prove to you in detail, with copious notes that I am not the man in this relationship."

Hazel eyes then caught the title down the spine.

Pride and Prejudice.

Quinn couldn't stop the smile that materialized on her face. She simply stepped forward, wrapped her arms around the slim waist pulling the shorter girl close and pressed her lips against the other girls.

Perhaps their friends had the right idea setting them up those few months ago.