A/N: Still don't own Glee or anything to do with it sadly. Un Beta-ed so all mistakes are mine. If you're interested for being the beta to this fic let me know!

No One Has to Know

Chapter 2

"Oh, Finn!" Rachel called as she ran outside with her arms extended and her purse at the end of her hands. She took a deep breath and inhaled all that New York City had to offer. She even twirled around to get a full view of the city. "Isn't is great?!" She turned around to face her husband with a smile so bright it could power the entire city.

"Gorgeous." Finn said slightly sarcastically while coming up behind Rachel, luggage in hand. Rachel decide to ignore the remark.

"I love it. Love it." She said wistfully as she twirled around a bit more to take it all in.

"I knew you would." Finn smiled at his wife and pulled her in for a kiss. "Now, how about we go see our new apartment?"

"Apartment?!" Rachel questioned while sounding slightly alarmed. "I've never lived in an apartment before... Well, sure! New city, new dream, well same old dreams but," Rachel laughed at her own foolishness, "To the new apartment!" She exclaimed while Finn hailed down a cab.

Driving through New York was amazing. Rachel had never seen so many people. Or so many lights! The hustle and bustle was truly captivating. Everything about New York was. It all felt so surreal. She couldn't believe she was actually here! In New York! Finn on the other hand didn't seem all that amused. Finn like Ohio though. He wanted to stay there his whole life. It was were he was raised, where his friends and family were. He wasn't as adventurous as Rachel and she knew that. But this was her dream! She was finally gonna be Rachel Berry – Broadway star! Yes she was going to use her maiden name as her star name. Why run the risk of crazed fans tracking her down?

The cab ride was over all too quickly. Before Rachel knew it Finn was thanking the driver and handing him some cash. She jumped out of the back seat and went around to the trunk to help Finn with the luggage. They'd only brought a few things from Lima with them. They sold most of their old stuff so they could buy new things like furniture here. Rachel carried her pink suitcase while Finn held on to his and lead Rachel in the direction of a white apartment complex. It was a beautiful building. The architecture was just stunning. Their apartment was a nice size. The living room wasn't large but it wasn't too small, the kitchen was nice and the bedroom was perfect. The bathroom was a little smaller than preferred but I guess you can't have it all.

"This is nice." Rachel said truthfully as she walked in. Finn made an agreeing sound in return. She walked into the bedroom and dropped her suitcase on the bed. Lovely how it already came with a bed. One less thing to buy. She unpacked the few clothes she'd brought with her and hung them in the closet where as she put but her delicates in the dresser that was also left for them.

"Finn, darling." Rachel called as she walked out of the bedroom, "Would you like me to unpack your things?" She heard nothing in response and began to feel worried. "Finn?" She walked into the kitchen to find a note on the counter. It read, 'Went to see my new office. It's just a few blocks over, should be home soon. Please unpack for me,' She noticed his green suitcase on the floor, 'Love, Finn.' Rachel hummed in return as she picked up her husbands bag and put his things away as well.

After unpacking Finn's items Rachel grabbed a Marilyn Miller record from her bag and placed it in the record player the old owners had left behind. After listening to the first song on the record she took the bottle of wine out of Finn's bag and poured herself a glass. Rachel was really starting to like New York.

Quinn rushed inside from her walk with Freckles. Although it was only late September it was unseasonable cold. Quinn, Noah and Freckles lived in a downtown townhouse apartment. The kind with one apartment on the bottom floor and one at the top of the stairs. Quinn, Noah, and their dog lived upstairs. Quinn unbuckled Freckles leash as he ran up the stairs to the front door. She started undoing the buttons on her coat but stopped when reaching the door to her home so she could unlock it.

She started humming Annette Hanshaw's newest song as she took of her shoes and placed her coat on the coat hanger. She was surprised to find Noah's coat there. She was certain he'd worn it to work.

"Noah?" she called out into the empty apartment.

"Darling!" Noah jumped out from around the corner nearly giving Quinn a heart attack. "I got off early." He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. "How about we go out to the bar for dinner tonight?" He suggested while playing with her hair. It was too long and she wanted to cut it like all the flappers were doing now so she could seem like a real jazz singer but Noah loved her hair too much and said if she cut it he may die so, long hair it was.

"Oh, I don't know..." Quinn trailed off getting back onto the subject of dinner. "The bar sounds like a lovely idea but I already bought a lamb leg from the butcher this morning and I don't want it to go bad..."

"Ahh!" Noah waved his hand as if to say 'don't worry about it' "We can always stick it in the fridge. Eat it tomorrow."

"Well–"

"We have to!" Noah begged cutting her off. "Besides," He went into a more serious tone of voice. "I already invited my new partner and his wife to join us. It'll be fun." He insisted.

"Well, alright." Quinn agreed and beamed at him. She didn't have a lot friends. Her and Noah didn't go out much. Only on Wednesday nights. Noah was usually tired after getting home from work so all he wanted to do was eat and go to bed. Quinn wished she had more friends. Maybe then she wouldn't be so lonely. Sure, the regulars down at the bar knew them well enough but still, Quinn wished she had a true friend, other than Noah. She was in no position to pass up an opportunity like this. Besides. A lady can't say no to her husband. It's just not right.

"Great!" He kissed her quickly. You can freshin' up while I change into some other clothes and then we'll switch?"

"Sure." She nodded in agreement as her husband headed to their bedroom. Well, off to get ready for the bar she went.

"I never knew one city could be so sparkly." Rachel giggled as she held her husbands hand while walking down the streets of New York City. Hard to believe such a pretty city can be even prettier by night. I'm so glad we're here." She commented while cuddling into Finn's arm as they continued to walk. According to Finn's new friend from work Noah, who preferred to be called Puck by his peers for whatever reason, the local pub that him and his wife Quinn hung out at was just a few blocks down from where she and Finn lived. So naturally Finn agreed to meet them there for dinner.

"Well," Finn said thoughtfully, "we may only be here for a few years, Rach. If I get another promotion chances are we'll have to move again."

"Not if I become a big Broadway star, which trust me, I will." Rachel argued back.

"If that happened, you'd retire though." Finn said in all seriousness causing Rachel to burst out in laughter.

"Finn please. When I'm a big star I can support us and you can quit your job. I'll be making more than enough money for the both of us to live generously."

"I man should not have to rely on his wife." Finn shot back. "Besides you are my wife so you do what I say."

"Finn–" Rachel tried to reason with her husband but was shortly cut off.

"The bar's right here let's not have this conversation now. Try to act pleasant for my new friend and coworker. Maybe you can become friends with Lynn."

"Quinn." Rachel corrected him. Finn pretended not to hear her and leaded her into the bar. The sign indicated that it was called 'The Roxy.'

Rachel was hit with the overwhelming smell of smoke as she entered the Roxy. The place was also very loud. Much louder than anywhere in Ohio. Girls were wearing dresses, up to their knees! And drinking! As if they were one of the boys! It seemed like everyone in here was drinking. Everyone was also laughing, gambling, and just generally having a good time. Rachel had no idea how any conversation went on with such noise. The jazz music was quite nice though, she had to admit.

"There they are!" Finn yelled down at her and pointed to a booth along the far wall where a slightly more tan man with dark hair who was sitting next to a blond woman waved at them. "Follow me!" Finn yelled once again over the noise. Rachel nodded and grabbed his hand as they made their way through the crowd. Rachel had to admit, The Roxy was growing on her.

"Hello, hello, hello!" The tan man, who Rachel assumed was Noah, yelled and shook there hands.

"Noah," Finn gestured at Rachel, "this is my wife. Rachel." Rachel smiled at him while he shook her hand again.

"Rachel! Pleasant to make your acquaintance! I'm Noah Puckerman."

"Charmed." Rachel offered in response while holding her smile.

"And this," Noah dropped her hand and gestured to the woman in the both, "is my beautiful wife, Quinn."

"Hello." Quinn said as Finn shook her hand and introduced himself to her and wow was Noah right. Quinn was beautiful. More than beautiful. The most beautiful girl Rachel'd ever seen. She thought girls this pretty only existed in magazines.

"Rachel?" Quinn said with question as she leaned forward to shake her hand.

"Right, yes, hello." Rachel shook back. "Lovely to meet you. You look great." Quinn was wearing a black sequined dress that stopped at the just above the knee but had black feathers all around the bottom so it was at knees length. She also had a black sequined headband with a feather attached to it in her hair. She looked stunning. Rachel hated the flapper look – so improper. But on Quinn, it looked great. Hell, this girl could probably wear a trash bag and it'd look great.

"Thank you." Quinn was in complete shocked. She it was like she was frozen. Not only was touching Rachel's hand making her sweat and her heart beat supper fast while her stomach did back flips but Rachel was completely gorgeous. She was wearing a long skirt a jacket that matched and of course a matching hat. Her hair was curled, Quinn could tell it wasn't naturally curly but boy did she look swell. Quinn thought Rachel's eyes were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. They were like shinning chocolate orbs. Quinn had never seen such pretty eyes before. And her skin. Her skin was this perfect olive tone that was just so well pretty. And her hair. This beautiful chestnut brown that was just so warm looking. Quinn really wanted to touch it. Rachel was more perfect than Sydney Fletcher would ever be.

Oh no. Quinn hadn't had a real proper crush in a long time and she thought she might have just imagined the whole homosexuality incident but Rachel, quite literally, took her breath away.

"Well," Noah pulled Quinn out of her thoughts as he climbed out of the both and Rachel scooted in next to her. "My new man Finn and I are gonna go buy you ladies and ourselves some drinks. We'll be right back." He leaned over to kiss Quinn's cheek before leaving.

"He seems sweet." Rachel commented nodding in Noah's direction.

"He is." She told her. And she wasn't lying. Noah was a very sweet man.

"How long have you lived in New York?!" Rachel asked excitedly. She was so cute when she was excited. Her whole face lit up and her eyes just sparkled.

"I – uh – pardon?" Quinn giggled at her own foolishness.

"I said," Rachel cleared her throat so she could speak louder, "how long have you lived in New York?!"

"Oh! Um, pretty much my whole life." Quinn smiled down at the slightly shorter girl.

"Really?! I'm so jealous!" Rachel confessed. "I've always wanted to live here."

"Talking about New York, still?!" Finn asked as he sat down next to Rachel and handed her, her drink. Noah came back a couple seconds after sat beside Quinn and also handed her, her drink.

"Yes, dear." Rachel told him. "I'm excited! I love it here. Even this dirty pub is starting to grow on me!" she exclaimed and everyone laughed.

"You should come here on Wednesday!" Noah smiled at her.

"Why?!" Rachel looked at him with curiosity in her eyes. "What's on Wednesday's?!" Noah grinned at her then opened his mouth to speak,

"Quinnie here," He clanked his class against his wives, "sings at The Roxy every Wednesday night. 9-10. Gets paid a good chunk of cash too."

"You're a singer?!" Rachel eyes widened and her mouth formed a mall o as she stared at the girl next to her in amazement.

"Well, not technically–"

"But she's amazing!" Noah cut her off. But then decided he needed to introduce Finn to some of his buddies so he left the girls to themselves.

"You were saying?" Rachel grabbed Quinn's hands and Quinn swore an electric shock went through her body. Nobody ever made her feel like this. Her heart was beating so loud she was surprised Rachel hadn't heard it.

"I sing here on Wednesdays. I love to sing. And dance. I was a backup dancer on Broadway for a couple years but I decided to give singing a try. I have a terrible voice for Broadway but it works really well for jazz so I get the Wednesday spot here. It's nice." She informed Rachel while taking a sip of her drink.

"Wow." Rachel looked completely dazzled. "I wanna be a famous Broadway star." She confessed to the blond with a huge smile on her face. "That's why I'm so happy we moved to New York!" She exclaimed. Quinn laughed at the girls pure thrill for life. She was so cute.

"A Broadway star?!" Quinn questioned. "Really?!"

"Mhmm." Rachel nodded and had a drink of her alcohol while still smiling at Quinn.

"I'd love to be able to hear you sing sometime." Quinn confessed before realizing what she was saying. "I mean–" Rachel cut her off.

"Okay!" She nodded really fast and smiled even bigger which Quinn thought was impossible but apparently was. "I can show you right now if you'd like." The tiny wanna be Broadway diva told Quinn.

"Sure!" Quinn agreed smiling back at her. "But not here." She cut the girl off just as Rachel started to clear her throat so she could sing for Quinn. "Too much noise. Come on," She grabbed Rachel's hand – there it was, the electric spark again, and headed towards the door of the Roxy. "I know the perfect place.

TBC.

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