To Make Nice

Quinn stared down in disbelief. It wasn't… it couldn't be happening. Not to her. Not to whoever she'd become. The real Quinn Fabray didn't deserve such happiness, not after the things she'd done. Not after the people she'd hurt, and the ones she'd lost. This wasn't supposed to happen this way, so quickly.

"So is it a yes?"

Quinn wiped her eyes and pushed loose bangs behind her ear "Yeah, yes! It's a yes."

Damon slid the ring on and flashed his million dollar smile "Perfect. Dinner?"

"Yes please," breathed Quinn. After containing herself, she joined Damon at the candle-lit table for two. "Um, Damon?"

"Yeah, Quinn Bee?"

"You, um,"

Damon glanced up from his Blackberry expectingly. "Is there something wrong, Tulip?"

"Yes, no, um," Quinn fidgeted. 'I should tell him. He deserves to know, I need to. He'll find out himself sooner or later…' "Y- you… My middle name is Catherine. Not Elizabeth."

"Oh, right," He sat up and began to cut his steak.

"Just wanted you to know-"

"I was thinking," Damon interrupted "that we should go out tonight."

"But we are out,"

"Nothing fancy, mind you, just a little minor even I promised my mother I'd go to."

If "Mother" were any other woman, it'd be simple to take a rain check. Unfortunately, Damon Waterbury's mother was Blythe Waterbury, New York Socialite.

Taking a rain check with Blythe Waterbury was like passing up a ticket to Fashion Week's Opening Gala. It wasn't possible to get out of, and if you skipped, all of New York's society would black-list you forever. In Quinn's case, they'd burn all of her furniture they had laying around their homes.

"Are you sure there's nothing we can do? I'm exhausted, and you know how your mother feels about me. Let alone, how she'd feel about the engagement."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, nothing we can do."

"Oh, okay, we better eat fast then," said Quinn as she reached for her fork.

"You know what, I think it's best we eat when we get there,"

"But what about all this great food. I wouldn't want to waste anything-"

"Forget about it, we'll let the waiters and waitresses eat the shit, now can you please get your coat? We're going to be late." He was near shouting at her. He cooled down and smiled "Let's go then, eh?"

The pair hurried out to the town car, Quinn lacking behind in her stilettos. He slid into the car and shut the door, eyeing her to join him from the other side.

As soon as Quinn was inside, Damon didn't waste time alerting Frankie "Yo, Felipe, can we get this shit rolling? We have to be at 115th and Broadway!"

Once they'd pulled up in front of the massive mob of paparazzi outside the gallery, Damon took Quinn's hand and flashed a grin. Unprepared to face the camera flashes, she yanked her fiancée back into the car "Dame, I want to keep the engagement a secret,"

"What? Why, baby?" Damon hesitated and relaxed into his seat.

"I just… I'm not ready to scream out to all of New York City that I'm engaged to the Damon Waterbury of the Manhattan Waterburys, okay? I'm not ready for…all of that."

"Baby, I get it. You're not ready to face the music. It's fine, just, give me your ring. I'll keep it in my tux pocket,"

Quinn gladly handed over the massive piece of jewelry and followed Damon out of the car, and into the bouncing mob.

"Quinn! What's Damon like in bed?"

"No, tell us what your favorite vacation spot is!"

"Damon, it's been reported that you were seen jewelry shopping this morning, any thing you'd like to say?"

The paparazzi had been horrendous. The one night they're out together in months and there's 40 people waiting for a follow up on their date back in February, seeing as it was June.

"Quinn, I would like to introduce you to my mother. Mommy, this is Quinn." Damon introduced the two women. The pair had been inside the gallery for a good two minutes and while browsing at water color pieces, Blythe Waterbury was quick to approach them.

"Oh hush, D.D, I've met Quinn hundreds of times before," She reached for Quinn's hand.

Reluctantly checking for no sign of a ring, Quinn offered her hand in return, smiling as best she could. "It's very nice to see you again, Ms. Waterbury."

"Oh, Call me Blythe!"

"Sure, Blythe."

"Actually, I prefer Ms. Waterbury, thank you." She sneered.

"Damon, dear, Annaleigh Garmond is here with her sisters. You must tell them hello," Blythe began to smooth Damon's suite with her palms when her fingers slipped over something rigid in his breast pocket.

"Oh my word! Damon?" She gasped in disbelief at the ring she'd recovered. "What the hell is this? Are you proposing to her?"

"Actually, Mom, he proposed an hour ago, and it's about time for me to leave, thank you." Quinn choked back embarrassed tears and ran for the exit.

She didn't wait for Damon to catch up, he wasn't even running after her…

The next morning, Quinn woke up to the haunting ringtone her bestfriend back home, Rachel Berry had recorded for when she called, so that Quinn could know exactly who it was. The ringtone was entitled "Quinnie Can You Hear Me?" by Rachel herself.

"What do you want, Rach? It's like," she glanced at her clock "six twenty-nine a.m, what could you possibly want?"

There was a whisper-like breathing pattern on the other line which sounded a lot like a hyper puppy. "Quinn! Finn and I are getting married!"

"Wait, what? He proposed? At six in the morning?"

"Yes! And no, more like midnight last evening, but I promised him I'd wait until morning to begin calling people, and you were number 5 on the list!"

The blonde rolled over and grabbed her glasses, "And who am I runner up to?"

"My daddies, Carole and Burt, Shelby, and Kurt and Blaine!"

"Ah, well, congratulations! When's the big day, have you two decided?"

"Yes we did…five months ago. It's June 5th. Can you make it?"

Quinn shot up in her Heavenly Bed "Rachel, are you crazy that's in three weeks!"

Rachel's giggle sounded through the speaker "No, I'm not crazy, and I'm not pregnant either, Kurt made me swear, it took fifteen minutes to convince him! We've been planning this wedding since college grad, he's just now proposed."

"Weird… I'll see what I can do. I was actually thinking of coming to visit Lima for a while recently…" Quinn pulled on her favorite blue robe "this is a great excuse to get away."

"Wonderful! Finn, Quinn can come! So when are you flying out?"

Quinn bit her lip and sat in her window seat, overlooking time square, there was a sign for Virgin Airlines advertising swanky flights on short notice.

"I'll be at the house tonight, don't you dare wait up!"

After Quinn hung up the phone, she went and turned on her hot steam shower. Halfway through it hit her when she reached for her razor only to see the sparkling diamond on her left hand's ring finger.

"Holy Hell. I'm engaged…"

Sorry it took so long to update, I had a show to perform! Review! x