AN: So here's Chapter Two, which so far, apart from Quinn stepping out of the shower has been completely altered from the original version. This is just a short one as I didn't want to leave you waiting too long without an update... Hopefully the second part of this should be up in the next few days. I'd of course like to thank everyone that has begun following this and of course for the reviews, they let me know what you think and keeps my motivation flowing...
Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of its characters
Deep Within The Corners Of My Mind
Stepping out of the shower Quinn felt the cool air tingle across her exposed, damp skin as the water droplets from her long blonde hair ran down her spine. Grabbing two towels from the side of the bath, she wrapped one around her delicate frame and the other around her soaked hair before heading out into her bedroom. Reaching for the small box of matches she kept on her bedside cabinet, the blonde began lighting the half melted candles that adorned the various shelves, and found her eyes gently closing as the sweet smell of the Jasmine and Lilly scented wax drifted to her nostrils.
For the first time that day Quinn felt her muscles start to relax, the tension that had bunched itself up in her shoulders slowly ebbed away. Dropping down onto her bed, the backs of her knees hanging over the edge, Quinn once more closed her hazel eyes as a smile spread over her mouth. Thank god the weekend is nearly here, I'll soon be on the train heading for New York and Rachel... and lots and lots of wine. The blonde digressed but her thoughts where soon interrupted as the sound of her ringing phone met her ears.
Tilting her head to the side, Quinn could see the glow of the lit phone screen, but was unable to see the caller ID. Figuring it had to be work; she let the phone ring its course until she knew her voicemail would take over. It was Friday night, work could cope without her, she thought idly as she brought her fingers up to the fluffy towel wrapped around her head.
Slowly drying her blonde tresses, Quinn couldn't believe the day she had had. Stressful just didn't seem to cover it. From the moment she placed her high heeled clad foot through her office door, everything seemed to go wrong; from two meetings being cancelled in the space of five minutes, to one of the company's biggest clients pulling their contract, Quinn had found herself being mowed down by a snowball of appalling providence.
Sighing deeply as she rooted through her draws for something comfy to slip into, Quinn knew she would probably have more days like to day. Having recently been promoted from junior editor to editor, the ante had increased tenfold, but she knew she loved her job and she would just have to take the ups and downs that came with the new territory.
Finally deciding on a pair of white sleep shorts and a strappy pink top, Quinn heard her phone go again.
"Go away, I'm not here" the blonde groaned, as once more she diverted her eyes to the ringing object. A few seconds later it fell silent once more and Quinn hoped that that was the last time it would interrupt her evening.
Picking up the two used towel's, the blonde dumped them in her linen basket before turning on her heel to check she had everything packed for her weekend trip to the big apple.
Couching down next to her duffle bag, she slid back the zip and started counting off item's as she came across them, wanting to make sure she was completely prepared.
"Train pass... check... "Credit Card... Check... Toothbrush... check"
Having convinced herself that everything she would need was accounted for, Quinn couldn't stifle the yawn that left her mouth as a wave of tiredness washed itself over her body. Looking at the clock on the bedside cabinet, its red aluminous digits flashing ten forty eight, the ex cheerio let the weariness take over and she slipped under the delicate lace duvet that swathed her bed.
Nearly on the edge of sleep, the duvet pulled up under her chin, Quinn didn't hold back the expletives that left her usually polite mouth as her phone began ringing for the third time. Lifting her arm from under the cover, she was undecided whether to reject the call point blank or switch the dam thing off, when she hand an uneasy feeling trickle through her stomach.
Quinn wasn't one to believe in Psychics or the supernatural, she left all that to Rachel, but as she brought the phone to her ear, something was telling the blonde to answer this call.
"Quinn, why the hell haven't you been answering your phone?" Santana shouted before the blonde could even mutter hello.
"Well Hello to you San, What's that how I am, God I'm fine thanks, how about you... at nearly eleven o'clock at night" Quinn remarked the sarcasm thick in her tone.
"Don't get smart with me Q this is important, I take it you haven't seen the late night news?"
"Well considering I'd got into bed and was trying to go to sleep no I haven't... what's this all about Santana?" the blonde sighed as she pushed herself up out of bed.
"Quinn you need to turn the news on now" the feisty Latino ordered.
"Why..." Quinn went to interject but was soon cut off.
"Please Quinn... and you might want to make sure you're sat down when you do".
Padding barefoot out of her bedroom and into the lounge, the blonde found her patience disappearing as she searched for the early discarded TV remote.
"Santana will you please just tell me what's going" she demanded as she switched on a side lamp and saw the remote on the sofa next to her.
"Berry's been shot"
So What do you think? I no it's mean to leave it there but I do love a good cliff-hanger! Next we'll find out how Quinn takes the devastating news and what Quinn & Rachel's relationship is really like! *Lastly... Review... Please*
