Second chapter. I know that some of you are probably like...hey, are you literally just rewriting what was already written. The answer is...sorta yeah. I'm doing this out of my own want to have this movie be faberry. Plus I know that some people have never seen the movie so the more accurate the better. Everything being said is so close to what I feel Quinn and Rachel would say if in this situation in that time era. The further into the story I get the less I'll go by script...I'll add in some scenes too I think but for now I'm just trying to lay the ground work for the story.

The sun is setting on the courtyard now, Quinn is once again asleep in her chair. The sound of approaching footsteps wakes her from her nap. Chocolate brown eyes meet hers and she can't help but let a simple smiles force it's way to her mouth. The brunette from the magazine kisses her lips sweetly before letting her eyes flutter open just inches from Quinn's face.

"How's your leg?"

"Mmmm, hurts a little." Quinn lets herself stretch as much as she can from her prison of a cast.

"And your stomach?" The brunette asks with a genuine look of concern for the wheelchair bound woman.

"Empty as a football." She nods at the statement.

"And your love life?" Her eyes gleam at her own questions.

"Not too active." Quinn states with false dryness.

"Anything else bothering you?" She asks coming a little closer.

"Uh huh. Who are you?" She says with a serious expression. The brunette lets out a small giggle before rising from her seat beside Quinn. She makes her way to a lamp hanging in the distance, turning it on. Her face finally being lit fully and the full spectrum of her beauty visible. As she makes her way to the rest of the lights in the room.

"Reading from top to bottom." She flicks on a light. "Rachel." She reaches for a lamp higher on a shelf and flicks the switch lighting up that corner of the apartment. "Barbara." With the last light lit she gives a bright radiating smile and states her last name. "Berry." Quinn can't help but smile at the witty girl.

"The Rachel Berry who never wears the same dress twice?"

"Only because it's expected of her." Rachel grabs hold of the full length gown she's wearing taking a small turn letting the dress spin with her. "Right off the Paris plane. Think it will sell?"

"Depends on the quote. Let's see, there's plane tickets over, import duties, hidden taxes, profit markups."

"It's a steal at eleven hundred dollars." Quinn puts her hand to her heart and whistles in response.

"That dress should be listed on the stock exchange."

"We sell a dozen a day in this price range."

"Who buys them? Tax collectors?" Quinn notices Rachel looking around for something. "Something big going on somewhere?"

"Going on here. It's a big night." Rachel sashes around the room.

"It's just your run of the mill Monday. Calendar's loaded with them."

"It's opening night of the last depressing week of Quinn Fabray in a cast."

"Hasn't been any big demand for tickets."

"That's because I bought out the house." Rachel slowly makes her way to Quinn's side again her fingers fiddling as if nervous. She leans down to kiss the blonde again before she takes a sudden intake of breath and lurches upward. "OH!" She rushes back toward the door. "What would you think of starting off with dinner at the "21"?"

"You have perhaps an ambulance outside?" Quinn says with sarcasm.

"Better than that. The "21." Rachel opens the door revealing a bell hop wielding a cart filled with catered food dishes and champagne. The waiter makes his way to the kitchen being lead by Rachel. "Thank you for waiting Sam." The man smiles and nod at her. "I'll take the champagne." The slender man hands her the chilled bottle.

"Good evening, Ms. Fabray."

"Hello." Sam disappears into the kitchen.

"Just put everything right in the oven Sam. On low!" The brunette shouts out while struggling to get the cork out.

"Yes, Ma'am." Rachel sets down the bottle looking flustered and grabs two rather large looking stemmed glasses setting them on a table next to Quinn.

"The good corkscrews on the right." She tries again to pop the cork.

"I couldn't think of anything more boring and tiresome than what you've been through. And the last week must be the hardest."

"Yeah, you have no idea how bad I want this thing off!"

Still struggling with the bottle. "Well, I'm going to make this a week you'll never forget."

Sam comes out of the kitchen pushing the empty cart. He's sees Rachel having trouble with the champagne. "Here, let me help you madam." Within a second it's out and he pours the contents into the two glasses.

"This will take care of the taxi as well." She hands him well over the amount needed.

"Thank you Miss Berry. Have a pleasant dinner, Ms. Fabray." Quinn just nods through her already half empty glass.

Rachel sits herself on the end of Quinn's bed. "What a day I've had!" Her legs crossing seductively before the other girl. Quinn clears her throat.

"Tired?"

"Not a bit. I was all morning in a sales meeting. Then over to the Waldorf for a quick drink with Jesse St. James, just over from Paris. With some fashion news. Back to the 21 for lunch with the Harper's Bazaar people. That's when I ordered dinner. Then two Fall showings, twenty blocks apart. Then I had to have a cocktail with Kurt Hummel, we're trying to get into his next show." She looks up over her glass at Quinn. "Then I had to dash back and change."

"Tell me, what was Kurt Hummel wearing?" She says with false seriousness.

"He looked breathtaking. He had on mint green." She stated with absolute seriousness. "And to think, I planted three nice items about you in the columns today." She says with a smirk. "You can't buy that kind of publicity."

"That's good news."

"Someday you might want to open up your own studio here." She says now with a less playful manner to her voice.

"How could I run it from say…Istanbul?" She puts her glass down and comes to sit closer to Quinn, a look of concern on her face.

"Quinn, isn't it time you came home? You could pick your assignment."

"I wish there was one I wanted."

"Make the one you want." Quinn's face changes to one of utter disbelief.

"You mean leave the magazine?"

"Yes."

"For what?"

"For yourself." she pauses looking head down looking up at Quinn through her hair. "and me. I could get you a dozen assignments tomorrow. Fashion, Portraits!" Quinn just laughs.

"That's what I'm afraid of. Could you see me, driving down to the fashion salon in a jeep. Wearing combat boots and dirty mussed hair?" She laughs more heartily. Rachel not at all bemused.

"I could see you looking absolutely stunning in a suit and pair of gorgeous matching tailored shoes." No longer wanting to continue on this route.

"Let's not talk any more nonsense, huh?" Rachel stands up and exits to the kitchen.

"I'd better start setting up dinner."

Once alone Quinn turns in her chair towards her window. Taking her newly refilled glass with her. She looks for window to window until her attention is caught by the first floor window. A fuller figured African American woman flits around her apartment. Tending to the scenery. She lights two candles placed elegantly on a lovely set dinner table. She double takes and makes sure everything is in it's right spot. She then check her face in a mirror before making her way to the front door. She starts to talk to the other side of the door, which is just slightly out of Quinn's sight. She gestures for whomever is in the hall to come inside. When she then closes the door and no one has entered Quinn straightens in her seat to get a better look. There is no one but the woman in her room yet she motions for her "guest" to please get comfortable at the dinner table. She takes the invisibles guests hat and leans in for an invisible kiss on the check. The women blushes slightly and bring her hand to meet her cheek. She takes and places the invisible hat on the coat rack and seats herself from her see-through dinner guest. She remains holding a conversation with whomever sits in front of her acting flattered and amused at whatever it is that's being exchanged. Quinn watches now with more apathy than intrigue. When the woman below lifts her wine glass up in a toast Quinn follows suit with a sympathetic smile and meets her in cheers with sip from her own glass. The woman places her glass back down and stares into space before lowing her head to her folded arms and starts to sob silently. Quinn can't help but feel a slight tug at her heart strings and takes another sip from her glass.

"How sad." Rachel says from behind her shaking her from the scene before her. She nods at Rachel's statement.

"Miss Lonely Hearts. At least that's something you'll never have to worry about."

"Oh? You can see my apartment all the way up on 63rd street?"

"Not exactly, but there's an apartment here that's probably about as popular as yours." She points to the blonde dancers balcony. "You, of course, remember Miss Torso?" The usually very empty room is crowded with men and who all seem to be competing for her attention. The blonde leads one out to the banister and he begins to kiss her. Quinn smiles up at Rachel. "Well, she picked the most prosperous looking one."

"She's not in love with him." She sighs eyes still transfixed on the sight of the blonde across the way. "Or any of them."

"How can you tell that from here?" Quinn asks glancing at Rachel and then back to "Miss Torso" as if trying to see something that she'd previously missed.

"You said it resembled my apartment didn't you?" Her eyes filling with hurt before turning to leave for the kitchen again. Music begins to fill the courtyard entering the windows. Rachel comes out once again. "Where's that music coming from?" She's carrying two plates one with lobster, the other with a very extravagant looking vegan salad.

"Some songwriter, I believe his name is Finn. In the studio apartment. Lives alone. Probably has an unhappy marriage. Rachel sets Quinn's plate down on her attached table.

"I think it's enchanting." She sits herself down with her salad and listens to the soft music. "Almost as if it were being written especially for us."

"No wonder he's having so much trouble with it." Quinn adds matter-of-factly. Disappointment shows on Rachel's face but she lets it be and looks back to Quinn.

"Well, at least you can't say the dinner isn't right." Quinn looks up at her.

"Rachel, it's perfect." Quinn looks at her lobster without enthusiasm. "As always." Her look of disappointment and angst returns but she hides it from view.

-Time passes and dinner is finished. The activity in the other apartments continues to play out. Rachel lays sprawled on Quinn's otherwise vacant bed. A serious conversation well underway between the two as it's written all over either girls face that they are having quiet the battle of wits.

"There can't be that much difference between people and the way they live!" Rachel states shifting her tiny body with frustration. "We all eat, talk, drink, laugh, sleep, wear clothes."

Quinn raises her hands in protest. "Well now, look…" Rachel points her finger accusatory at the blonde.

"If you're saying all this just because you don't want to tell me the truth, because you're hiding something from me, then maybe I can understand."

"There's nothing I'm hiding! It's, it's just that…"

Interrupting again Rachel adds, "It doesn't make sense to me. What's so different about it here from over there, or any place you go, that one person couldn't live in both places just as easily?"

"Some people can. Now if you'll let me explain." Again Rachel interjects.

"What is it but traveling for one place to another, taking pictures? It's just like being a tourist on an endless vacation."

"All right. That's your opinion. You're entitled to it, but…"

"It's ridiculous for you to say that it can only be done by a special, private little group of anointed people."

Quinn starts to shake with desperation to speak her mind. "I made a simple, but true statement and I'll back it up, if you'll just shut up for a minute!"

Rachel sits up just the slightest but, absolutely silent for a split second. "If your opinion is as rude as your manner, I'm not sure I want to hear it."

Quinn again begins to shake. " Rachel, simmer down will ya?" Absolutely repulsed now Rachel speaks again.

"You can't fit in here. I can't fit in there. According to you, people should be born, live and die on the same…""Rachel! Shut up!" Rachel folds her arms and stares off a pout on her lips and a frown on her brown. Quinn waits to make sure Rachel will let her speak. "Did you ever eat fish heads and rice?"

"Of course not!" She unfolds herself again preparing for her battle again.

"You might have to, if you went with me. Ever try to keep warm in a C-54, at fifteen thousand feet, at twenty below zero?"

"Oh, I do that all the time. Whenever I have a few minutes after lunch."

"Ever get shot at, run over, sandbagged at night because people got unfavorable publicity from your camera?" Rachel's becoming increasingly annoyed with Quinn's insistent rant. "Those high heels would be a lot of use in the jungle. And those nylons and six ounce lingerie…"

"Three." Rachel interrupts with correction.

"Well, they'd be very stylish in Finland…just before you froze to death. Begin to get the idea?"

"If there's one thing I know, it's how to wear the proper clothes." Quinn scans over the small girls figure, she can't help but linger. No matter how frustrating she can be Quinn is always amazed at Rachel's perpetual beauty.

"Try and find a raincoat in Brazil. Even when it isn't raining. Rachel, on this job you carry one suitcase. Your home is the available transportation. You sleep rarely, bathe even less, and sometimes the food you can't even look at when it's alive!"

"Quinn, you don't have to be deliberately repulsive just to prove me wrong!"

"If anything, I'm making it sound good. Let's face it Rachel…you aren't made for that kind of a life. Few people are."

Rachel's eyes seems sad and crestfallen, when she realizes her efforts are without cause. "It's impossible to argue with you, you're too stubborn." Quinn shakes her head in disapproval.

"Truthful."

"I know, a lesser woman would have told me it was one long holiday, and I would have awakened to a rude disillusion." Rachel states with thick sarcasm on her tongue.

"Now, it you want to get vicious, I'd be very happy to accommodate you."

"No" She says as if defeated. "I don't particularly want that. So that's it. You won't stay here, and I can't go with her." Her eye locked on Quinn's tears threaten to spill over. Quinn can't help but look at her with a little sadness in her eyes to match.

"It would be the wrong thing." She states blankly.

"You don't think either one of us could ever change?"

"Right now, it doesn't seem so." Rachel gets up off the comfort of the bed and begins pacing around the room gathering up her things.

"I'm in love with you. I don't care what you do for a living. Somehow I would just like to be part of it." She says grabbing her coat from a nearby chair. Quinn still silent just watching her. Her mouth opens as if to say something then reconsiders and remains quiet. "And it's deflating to find out that the only way I can be part of it, is to take out a subscription to your magazine. I guess I'm not the girl I thought I was."

"There's nothing wrong with you, Rachel. You have the world in the palm of your hand."

"Not quite, it seems." She states looking longingly at Quinn. "Goodbye Quinn."

"You mean goodnight." Quinn corrects the shorter girl.

"I mean what I said." Rachel opens the door to leave.

"Rachel!" She shouts looking up at the sound of the door opening. "Can't we just sort of keep things status quo?"

"Without any future?" She says the tears almost visible now. She's standing in the doorway her feet threatening to take off without her.

"When will I see you again."

"Not for a long time. Not, at least until…" She smiles "Tomorrow night." She leaves the room and closes the door. Leaving Quinn alone in the apartment again. She turns her chair around and stares blankly out the window watching her usual show outside. She lights a cigarette and breaths it in letting the smoke calm the nerves Rachel had since stirred up inside her. It's late now, most of the tenants have gone to sleep. Quinn still sits in her empty room just watching the street below and watching the windows as people sleep on the other side of them. Suddenly a shrill scream sound through the complex startling her. She looks around for where it came from, but when nothing else follows the sudden out burst she lets herself calm again and sink back into her chair. She falls asleep.

Thanks again for reading guys. Oh BTW, I'm still writing my own original Faberry story...not a parody on anything else. So while I continue work on that I'm hoping this is keeping you as entertained as it is me. NEXT CHAPTER STARTS ALL THE SUSPENSE!