Hey guys, so here's another one for you. So I've been thinking of writing this for a while now but I can't seem to find the time (thank you college ._.) Anyway I found the idea really interesting and funny. I have to be honest, I haven't been writing as much and I'm a little rusty. So anyway, here is the story :)

"Anyone can fall in love with anyone"

Quinn Fabray hastily exited her apartment; she was three minutes late and counting. She didn't like to be late. In fact, she isn't the type of person to be late to anything. You would take one look at her in her silky white long sleeved blouse tucked into her black pencil skirt, killer black stilettos, honey blond hair tied back in a tight bun and you know this woman is not one you would want to mess with.

Her hazel eyes darted left and right as she crossed the street, watching for anything that would get in her way. She finally crossed the street and she looked at her watch. She was 5 minutes late. She hurried her pace, jostling any unfortunate being in her path. She even almost pushed an old lady on a cane who was far too slow. She huffed in her impatience and squeezed past the Girl Scout who was walking her. She found herself on another crossing and she glanced at her watch. She was 8 minutes late. She frowned at her tardiness.

If she hadn't taken so long in the shower, she would've been there by now. The Starbucks where she was meeting with Rachel and the other girls were just across the street in her sights. As soon as the pedestrian stoplight glowed green, she rushed forward, never breaking stride despite her 5-inch shoes. Quinn reached the other side before any of her fellow New Yorkers could even get halfway across the street. She saw Rachel through the window and pushed open the door. Rachel spotted her best friend and waved enthusiastically. Quinn did a quick once-over, checking to see if her hair and outfit were still in perfect condition. She smiled as she approached her best friend and exchanged air kisses. "I'm glad that you've made it Quinn," Rachel said ecstatically. "I'm so excited."

"Me too," Quinn looked around the empty table. "Where is everyone?" "They're on their way," Rachel explained. She gestured to the cashier. "Why don't you order while we wait?" Rachel daintily sipped her tea. Quinn was so intent on her goal that she failed to register that the rest of the girls weren't there. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be happy or frustrated that she was the first one to arrive. She basically had to run to get there. Usually Quinn liked to be at least ten or fifteen minutes early.

Rachel sent her an email last night to discuss the wedding that was going to happen in less than five months. Rachel Berry, the rising Broadway star was getting married to Finn Hudson, her high school sweetheart and who also happened to be Quinn's ex-boyfriend. There weren't hard feelings between the three of them since they've graduated and Quinn had become best friends with Rachel ever since they moved to New York together. They briefly became roommates for the first 3 years of their lives and when Rachel landed her first big role on Broadway and earned enough money, she moved out and got a place of her own. She asked Finn to move away from his teaching job in Lima, Ohio; where they were originally from and now Finn was a teacher in NYU.

Quinn was genuinely happy when she found out Finn had proposed to Rachel a few months back but she couldn't help but feel a little bit sad and jealous that Rachel had finally found her true love and she hasn't yet. She could see the way they looked at each other. She was quite sure that she would've found one by now, given her looks, charm and pedigree but somehow it wasn't really clicking. Her hopes were again dashed when 3 months ago that her boyfriend, Blaine, had turned out to be gay and was cheating on her coworker Kurt.

Quinn returned with her espresso and sat next to Rachel.

It has been a while since she saw Rachel although they do still keep in contact. She knew Rachel had been busy making plans for her wedding, debating on the venue, decorations, dresses; that sort of thing. Despite being on Broadway for 5 days a week and making plans for her wedding, she looked positively glowing.

As soon as Quinn started sipping her espresso, Rachel asked her about her opinion of the color palette since she was her Maid of Honor. It couldn't be Kurt, Finn's half-brother and also her other best friend and who also happened to be Quinn's coworker and the guy that her boyfriend cheated on with her. She had no hard feelings toward Kurt though since all that rage was directed to her gay ex-boyfriend. Rachel opened a small booklet with different colored circles out on the table and Quinn had no idea what to pick.

"I was originally thinking of going with this," she said, pointing to the set with red, beige, gold and white. "But I feel like it's too…gaudy for me. What do you think?"

"You're not gaudy but you definitely are showy," Quinn pointed out. They browsed through a few more until Quinn randomly picked which ones she thought were most Rachel-like. Rachel marked down the pages and demurely sipped her lemon water. Rachel was very picky but valued Quinn's opinion. Rachel then reached into her handbag and produced her draft of the guest list. She read through them quickly and said carefully, "I was thinking about inviting Blaine since he is Kurt's boyfriend and all."

Quinn pursed her lips. Although she had forgiven Blaine a long time ago, she still didn't want to see him unless absolutely necessary. Imagine the awkwardness. She and Kurt would be forced to mingle and Blaine would be there, cue awkward hugs and small talk. "It's fine." She finally said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure Rachel."

Rachel shot a worried glance at her friend who was already checking her watch. She could be so uptight sometimes, Rachel thought. She scribbled down Blaine's name next to Kurt's and looked at Quinn. Quinn was far prettier than her, prettier than any girl Rachel had ever met and she was a fantastic friend. During their time as roommates, whenever she and Finn had a fight or when she would miss him so badly, Quinn was always there; ready to listen and ready to comfort her. Plus, she was a fantastic cook. When Quinn and Blaine broke up, Quinn had locked herself in her apartment for a week and cried her eyes out. Quinn was a mess, wearing only sweatpants and a hoodie, always with a pint of ice cream and a bottle of vodka. Rachel was the only person who was allowed to come into her apartment.

Quinn's self-esteem had taken a toll and she became cold and distant. She only went out to work and never really hung out with Rachel as much as she used to. Rachel felt sorry for her friend.

"Where are they? They should be here by now." Quinn muttered to herself. As if on cue, Brittany, Tina, Mercedes and Marley bustled in. "Sorry we're late guys," Mercedes said as she plopped down next to Rachel.

"I had to walk my invisible cat," Brittany said airily. Brittany glanced at Rachel. "Lord Tubbington says hi." Brittany always looked like she didn't know what was going on. Brittany's easygoing nature and great although sometimes weird advice made her fast friends with Quinn and Rachel. She seemed to lack intelligence but she was a very talented dancer and was the most sought after choreographer in the state. Rachel nodded, "That's good Brittany."

Tina Cohen-Chang, Rachel's West Side Story costar sat up and went to order. "Can I get mine with a teaspoon of sand?" Brittany called after her.

Marley exchanged hellos with Quinn and Rachel and asked, "So what are we doing here?"

"Let's just wait for Tina," Rachel said brightly. Most of the guests were Rachel's friends who invited friends of theirs.

"The traffic was crazy y'all. I also had to pick up Marley from her apartment. Apparently her car didn't have gas," Mercedes quipped. "Sorry, I forgot. I was just so caught up in The Vampire Diaries that I forgot to fill it up this morning," Marley said apologetically. Marley was Rachel's understudy. Quinn liked to think that Marley was sort of the younger version of Rachel, one who was less self-absorbed.

"Well you're all here. That's what matters," Rachel assured them. When Tina came back with their orders, Rachel told them about the plans for the wedding. By the sound of it, Rachel and Finn had mostly made up their plans for the wedding. They still needed to work out the little details like the date. "The wedding will most likely happen in August since that's when my run with West Side Story ends."

Everybody agreed and it looked like the wedding was going as planned. "Well that sounds like a wonderful idea," Mercedes said once Rachel announced the plans for the wedding reception. "But what about the most important party of all? The bachelorette party."

Everyone at the table squealed in excitement, except for Quinn. Everyone was shooting ideas for the bachelorette party. Quinn felt uneasy. It's been a while since she actually went out and socialized out with other people. She has become slightly nervous and jittery around her coworkers. For a week, Kurt had been apologizing to Quinn, even buying her a ticket to an Arcade Fire concert but she politely declined. "Quinn can bake a penis cake!" Brittany gestured ecstatically to Quinn. That remark snapped Quinn back to reality. Everyone at the table giggled like little girls. Quinn quickly shook her head and declined the idea of her baking a penis cake. Heat rushed to her cheeks.

"Well I know a guy in Manhattan who can hook us up with a few…things," Mercedes said. "We can play the dirty version of pin the tail on the donkey."

Everyone seemed pretty excited for the party. Ultimately, they decided that the appropriate venue would be at Rachel's apartment. "I bet the guys are planning the same thing," Tina said. "Why don't we invite male dancers?"

"No," Rachel quickly said. "No dancers." Rachel turned red.

"Why not?"

"Because they're inappropriate and they might have STDs," Rachel complained. "Besides our boyfriends wouldn't approve."

"They don't need to know. I definitely need a girl's night out with some man candy to put my hands on," Mercedes said.

"What about Sam?" Marley asked, sipping her iced tea.

"We broke things off a few weeks ago. I bet Kurt knows a strip club or two who provide 'home services' if you know what I mean," Mercedes persuaded.

"I'll think about it," Rachel said. She looked at her phone and announced that she would head home soon.

"Give me a call about those male dancers honey," Mercedes said as she left. The girls left one by one until Rachel and Quinn were the last ones left. Quinn stood up and told Rachel was going to head home soon.

"I can walk you to your apartment," Rachel stood up with Quinn.

"No you don't need to," Quinn declined.

"Don't be so stubborn Quinn."

"Aren't you supposed to be heading home?"

"I'm not in a rush." Quinn gave in to Rachel and they walked out of Starbucks together. The sky was orange and the wind was crisp. Quinn loved this kind of weather. As they crossed the street, Rachel said, "I've missed you Quinn. I mean, I know you're busy and all but we've barely hung out since Blaine."

"I know," Quinn nodded. "I'm sorry. I've just been preoccupied." They continued to walk down the pavement, passing a hotdog cart. The smell wafted in Quinn's nose and it made her hungry. "So how have you been?"

"Busy," Quinn replied curtly.

"Any boys?" Rachel asked slyly. She knew she was kind of pushing it but that's what her friend needed.

"No." And then it was quiet.
"I saw how you looked when we were talking about the wedding," Rachel pointed out. "You looked sad. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just kind of sad that a few months from now you're going to get married, have kids, maybe move out of the city," Quinn told her. "Before you know it, we're going to be dying old women sitting in rocking chairs and knitting. It's just all happening kind of fast for me."

"Yeah it is but I don't think that's why you're being so preoccupied lately. Come on, tell me Quinn."

"I just told you. I'm sad about my best friend leaving," Rachel gave her a knowing look. Rachel could see right through her half-truths. Quinn wasn't really in the mood but it was hard to shake Rachel off because Rachel was an expert at hunting down lies. "Fine. It's about the bachelorette party. I don't know. It's been a while since I've ever really gone out. I might be socially…irrelevant."

"Quinn, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I know you you're still sad about the whole Blaine thing and you're still pretty messed up because of it but it's been three months. It's time to move on."

"I have moved on Rachel. I'm just scared," Quinn admitted.

"Is moving on locking yourself in your apartment? Three months is a long time Quinn. I bet you haven't had any sex."

A blush crept to Quinn's cheeks. "Rachel!"

"What? I know what I'm saying. Blaine is gay, he would never touch you."

"So what Rachel? So what if I haven't had sex? I'm fine."

"I know you're fine but if you don't loosen up Quinn, sooner or later you're going to spontaneously combust. You've been very uptight lately. Have you seen how you are lately? You're jittery around huge crowds and every time you hear a loud laugh, you cringe. It's like you're afraid of being yourself."

"So you're saying I should…loosen up?"

"Yes! You should have fun! Who knows? Maybe you'll even find a man!"

"I don't know about that Rachel," Quinn said. "I don't think I'm ready yet."

"Okay maybe not but think about it," Quinn said.
"One night stand maybe?"

"That's not really my style Rachel."

"One night stands don't mean anything. Besides, they're fun. At least, that's what I heard." Quinn and Rachel took the stairs up to Quinn's apartment. "Loosen up." Rachel said with finality as they approached Quinn's door. They said goodbye to each other and Quinn entered her apartment. Her mind was reeling. Did she really need to loosen up?

A one-night stand didn't mean anything. Quinn sat down on the couch. The longest relationship she's ever had was 6 months and that was a long time ago in high school. She was still a virgin for Christ's sake. But Rachel was right. She was afraid to go out again and for the life of her, she didn't know how to deal with it or how to make it go away. The walls she had built up were far from crumbling down but she thought about Rachel and how open she was to life. She was getting married to the love her life. Quinn was far from it. Being afraid of getting hurt was holding her back. And maybe it was time to change that.

Let me know in your reviews if I should continue this or not. I know there wasn't any Puck (we'll see him later) and trust me there really is more because this is just the first chapter. And let me know if there's anything I should improve. Thank you guys for reading and thank to the people who have been following my stories. They are truly appreciated. AND GOOD NEWS: There is a good bet that we're getting Quick next season. Ryan Murphy basically tweeted that he wants them endgame. Let's pray that Dianna and Mark decide to stick around longer :) Anyway thank you so guys :)