Quinn looked up at the three story building from her cab, sighing as she did. She didn't know what had possessed her to come here. She didn't know why she just wanted to see the woman's face again. The woman that had stolen her heart in high school.
She shook her head and looked at the address again.
"Is this the place lady?" the impatient cab driver called back to her.
"I think so." She said softly, willing herself not to break down. She didn't know why she was suddenly so emotional.
"Then that $18.57. There are other people in this city that need a ride." He thrust his hand into the back, waiting for his payment.
"Sorry." The blonde mumbled as she got the mans money ready and got out of the yellow cab.
She slowly made her way up the grey steps of the house and up to the black door. She rang the doorbell and waited. Quinn thought about how much of a mistake this all was. She thought about how this was probably the worst idea she had had in her life. The woman was probably out living her dream at the moment or perhaps she got the wrong address.
Needless to say, Quinn Fabray was certain that she was about to make a fool out of herself.
It seemed like an eternity before the door opened. When it finally did, Quinn was met by the shiny brown hair she had once ran her fingers through, the piercing brown orbs that she had once seen her future in and those soft, plump lips she dreamed about. Their eyes locked onto each others almost instantly.
Rachel's mouth hung opened slightly in shock of who she was seeing on her step. The last she had heard of Quinn was that she was on the other side of the country, following her once secret dream to become a doctor.
"Qui-," the name started to fall softly but she was interrupted.
"Who is it Rach?" a man stood next to Rachel, opening the door further. Eye contact was finally broken when Rachel looked to the floor, ashamed of her husband for the first time in five years.
"Baby, can you give us some time alone please? Go to the store or something?" the woman placed her hand on the mans chest, looking up at him. The unknown man just smiled and nodded, kissing the brunettes head before grabbing a coat and running down the steps.
"This was a bad idea, sorry." She blonde shook her head and turned. To her surprise, she was stopped by a hand grasping her wrist.
"Quinn, I-," the blonde didn't turn around. She just waited for what the girl had to say but it never came.
"Sorry." She muttered, attempting to leave yet again, only this time she found herself being pulled in to a crushing hug. The brunette's arms wrapped around her so tightly that she though her head was going to pop off. Quinn wasted no time in returning the hug and inhaling the woman's scent. It hadn't changed at all in the last ten years.
"Come in." Rachel offered, keeping her hold of the blonde in case she tried to run again.
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"So what's new with you then?" Rachel asked as she handed the quiet woman a mug of coffee. Quinn was sat neatly in an armchair in the brunette's surprisingly spacious New York town house.
"I became a doctor." The girl admitted. She had always expressed a want to be in the medical profession but it was something that she had only ever told Rachel. She was too preoccupied with her image to tell people her true dream and be seen as a nerd. She just told people that her impressive GPA was so that she could stay on the Cheerios.
"Well done Quinn, I always knew you could do it. What are you specialising in?" the brunette asked genuinely.
"I went in to surgery in the end. I can't decide between Neurology and Cardiology at the moment. I am a resident but my chief says that I don't have to decide yet. She says that I can straddle both until I make up my final decision." Quinn smiled softly to herself. She was proud of the career that she had made for herself.
"That really is impressive. I see you are wearing a wedding ring?" Rachel swallowed hard; pointing out the ring on the blonde's finger as she clutched the coffee mug she had been given.
"Yeah." Quinn looked into her mug, not wanting to look at Rachel as she talked about her other half. "I met him three years ago on the internship programme I am on. He joined late and I guess we just hit it off. We have been married for a year and it's been nice." The woman kept her voice even, making it impossible for Rachel to take anything from it.
"You seem to have come a long way since I last saw you." The brunette tucked her feet underneath herself, getting more comfortable on the couch opposite the armchair Quinn was occupying.
"The last time we saw each other was in high school, so I'm not surprised." The girls laughed for a moment. "What about you? What's new in your life?"
"I made it on Broadway." The girl beamed. "I am taking some time out at the moment because I just finished a two year long stretch in Wicked."
"I told you so." Quinn smirked. Any time the younger Rachel would get slushied or bullied particularly badly in school, she would always cry to Quinn about how she wouldn't ever achieve her dream because no matter what she did, no one ever seemed to like her.
"You did." Their eyes locked as they shared as short, silent moment. "I got married as well. That man who I sent away, his name is Rick. I met him at Julliard."
"Are you happy?" the doctor felt like she had to ask.
"I am content with my life. Why did you come here Quinn?" Rachel asked, frowning slightly. She didn't like that the blonde was stirring old feelings that she thought were long gone. Well, she knew that they weren't gone, she had just managed to quiet them and not think about them.
"I just wanted to talk to you." Quinn shrugged.
"Couldn't you have picked up a phone?" she laughed nervously.
"I wanted to see you as well." The admission left both girls in silence for a few minutes.
"I missed you." Rachel stated.
"You're the one that broke things off."
"I know." The brunette sighed.
"But I missed you too, so I flew all the way across the country to see you." At that moment, Rachel's husband opened the front door and was back in the house. He walked in to the living room on his way through to the kitchen and kissed the brunettes head.
"Hey babe." He whispered before leaving.
"how long are you in New York for?" Rachel asked, standing and taking the doctors coffee mug.
"A week." Quinn answered shortly, grabbing her coat. "Staying at the Hilton so if you want to see me again, here's my number," the blonde placed her business card on the coffee table. "Call me."
AN: This is going to be a short-ish story. Probably 5 or 6 parts, not sure. I know I have my other storied to finish but I just needed to get this idea down. I hope you all enjoy. Review and let me know if you want more.