A/N - ok, so it's safe to say I did not expect much of a response to the first chapter. Thank you so much for favorites, alerts and reviews. I am quite enjoying this writing thing :) So here we go with the second part. Enjoy!

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Seeing *SUPERSTAR* on her phone always made Quinn think about senior year. Think about how good it was to have a true friend in the most unlikely of all people. She realized that she was able to open up to Rachel, and be real with her. She realized Rachel had always been the person she could open up to, she just failed to recognize it, and blamed it on Rachel always having to obnoxiously be around when she was breaking down. Senior year she realized that it wasn't that Rachel was there when she broke down, it was that she broke down when Rachel was there.

Senior year was also the year Quinn and Rachel became ex-friends. Senior year was the year Rachel came out. Senior year was the year Quinn regretted the way she treated Rachel for "her lifestyle". And senior year was the last time Quinn had ever spoken with Rachel.

As Quinn sat on the plane staring at the text, she wondered if this is the time she should respond. She thought about senior year, and how much she wished she could just tell Rachel she was sorry. Explain that she was young and was afraid of her own feelings then. She wished she could get the image of the hurt she caused to take over Rachel's normally soft and sweet features out of her head.

But she knew she didn't want the panic-from-the-sky messages to stop, so she never responded. And if Rachel didn't realize she was sending them to her, then they wouldn't stop. Instead she silently whispered what she wished she could write, "Precious cargo aboard. I love you too." As a lone tear fell from her face, she turned her phone off, slipped her buds into her ears and slept for the remainder of the flight home, in New York City.

Quinn hadn't checked a bag, so she knew she had no excuse to be headed towards baggage claim. Yet there she was, a comfortable distance behind Rachel, on her way to baggage claim. Quinn was doing her best not to look like a stalker. Unsure of what she would say or do if Rachel happened to turn around and catch her following her. It's not like she could grab someone else's bag and claim she had a reason to be there. She imagined the amount of security that would tackle her immediately. So she held back a little more. Stopping by the restrooms closest to the carousel that said the luggage from their flight would be arriving on. She tried to look less suspicious and more like she was waiting for a friend to come out. She checked her phone, checked her watch, glanced inside the bathroom, checked her phone again then looked up just in time to see a bag drop from the center of the carousel with a large gold star hanging off the handle that read "Don't Lose Me". Quinn smiled, then let out a snort laugh when she saw a petite brunette jumping up, then pushing her way through the crowd, then jumping up again to see where her bag had moved to. The bag continued around the belt, and every time Rachel was able to push through to about where it was, she'd jump up and see that it had moved further on. So she pushed through a bit more of the crowd, and finally caught up to the overstuffed bag. She planted her feet shoulder width apart, bent her knees, grabbed the handle of the bag with two hands and heaved it off the belt with a thud to the ground. It wobbled back and forth before she was able to steady it on its two wheels and start maneuvering it back through the crowd.

Rachel wheeled her bag a little ways away from the bustle of baggage claim. She stopped, looked up to the ceiling and finally filled her lungs full of air for the first time since walking through security in LA. Rachel hated flying. She had been flying back and forth between LA and New York City for nearly a year now, and she still hadn't found a way to take deep breaths and calm herself.

She had been living in New York for three years and hadn't been able to get her foot into the Broadway scene yet, so when her agent explained to her how popular movie musicals had become, and suggested Rachel audition for one, she did. She got the part instantly, and was now faced with the decision to move to LA and pursue a career in movies, or stick with her dreams of Broadway. So naturally, being Rachel Berry and wanting it all, and wanting it too much, she decided on both. She would continue with her small parts in off Broadway shows until she landed a lead role, and fly to LA to shoot the movie musical she had been cast in. Now if only she could somehow eliminate the center part of the country and make New York and LA neighboring cities. In the meantime, she was just going to have to deal with flying.

Rachel took out her phone and dialed her daddy's number. It rang five times, then went to voicemail. So she settled for a text message instead,

In New York. The plane ride was terrible. Getting a taxi. Call you later. Rachel B. Berry*

She waited a short while for a reply, and when one never came, she placed her phone back into her bag and headed out to the taxi queue.

Outside the airport, there was so much going on. People happily greeting loved ones. People in business suits in a hurry to get to where they were going. Tourists who looked a little lost and unsure what to do next. Now that Rachel's nerves were calmed from the plane ride, she was able to relax and realize that this is where she belonged. In New York, amongst all the different people. Amongst the busy. She was meant to be breathing this very air.

With a smile on her face, she got a little caught up in her thoughts and hadn't realized the man was telling her to get into cab #707. She snapped out of it took the handle up on her bag and began rolling it towards her cab. She noticed the taxi driver was not paying attention to her, and she needed him to load her bag into the trunk. Instead he was watching just over her shoulder with a puzzled look on his face. Before she could turn around to see what had the cab driver so distracted, she felt a soft tap to her shoulder. Rachel turned around and quickly found her lungs weren't filling with the perfect New York air they were just a second ago.

"I-I have a car, would you, uh, would you like a ride?"

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A/N - so it seems this is coming out in short chapters, but frequent updates. So I hope that is good. Thank you for reading :)