The Man You'll Marry

Ok, so first things first…. LOVED Original Song however WHY did they Release Hell To The No when in my opinion 'Trout Mouth' 'My Headband' and 'Big Ass Heart' were MUCH Better…that being said this chapter is just a heaping dose of Faberry goodness….also the final line I came up with using an English to Navi translator online…. The text translates to 'Pleasure to See You Again'. Also though I didn't buy MS Word I did download another word processor that although doesn't check spelling/grammar as well as Word did will at least allow me to continue to update…. That being said thanks to everyone who has read/reviewed/put this on alert and please do enjoy this update…

-x-

By the time she finally entered Breadstix five minutes later Rachel was shaken up and out of breath. Quinn noticed her instantly as she entered the door and waved her to a booth.

"What happened? Did you see a black cat or something and freak out because you've never been late for anything since without calling first since I've known you and I've know you for a while now."

Letting out a sigh Rachel took a sip of the iced tea her friend had kindly ordered for her before muttering under her breath.

"Or something."

In that moment two things clicked in Quinn's mind. The first being that Rachel entered with a bit of a limp and the second reason, the reason that they set up the lunch in the first place, the dress and the legend that it carried.

"Are you ok," Quinn said deciding that the or something had to do with the limp or at least partly, "you looked like you were limping."

"You don't want to know," Rachel said looking from her menu to the young waitress who had arrived to take their order.

"Yes I do, and in detail at that," Quinn replied placing her own order before looking at Rachel once more once the young girl walked away, "anyway so much for my hot waiter theory."

Rachel just nodded not making eye contact with Quinn; however it was this body language that caused a grin to cross on Quinn's perfect pink pout.

"Oh my god you didn't."

"I… I think I did," Rachel said in a whispered tone while she continued to let her lips be more occupied with her straw then her speaking.

Quinn began to glare at Rachel, trying to break her with just a simple look as she was known to do all the time.

Moments later Rachel let out a sigh as she broke the silence, telling Quinn all about how she was in a rush to meet her and how her foot got caught on the escalator and how she crashed into the arms of one Sam Evans.

"Rachel Evans," Quinn said, "that's got a nice ring to it."

"No it doesn't."

"So…. How does he look like… I need visuals."

"Like the guy my Aunt Chloe described," Rachel said with a slight tinge of defeat in her voice as the waitress placed their meals on the table asking if they needed their drinks refilled.

"Yes please," Quinn said before turning back to Rachel, "I think it's all sorts of romantic…. Kismet really."

"You say this because it isn't happening to you."

"Think of it as the roll of a lifetime."

"Ha ha…. No," Rachel said as the duo ate there meal, their conversation for the moment shifting from Sam and the dress to the other things that the duo had been up to since the last time they met face to face which for a while proved to be a pleasant distraction, this was until Quinn's lips curled into a Cheshire cat grin as she looked over to Rachel.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" the young blonde asked.

"I'm not planning on tracking down Sam Evans if that is what you're implying as the thought that he's the man that I'm going to spend my life with is silly at best in fact I doubt I'll see him again."

"I didn't say anything."

"Anyway I was planning on doing a bit of shopping to look for an outfit for my meeting tomorrow that was until I realized my budget is kind of tight this month and so I plan to scour my closet instead."

"I'll help, after all when it comes to you and me I'm the more fashionable one."

Looking down at her black and white striped top and black skirt Rachel pouted.

"Hey I resent that."

"Ok, so granted what you wear now is a million times better then those hideous animal sweaters you wore in High School but still a second pair of eyes looking in your closed won't hurt."

Nodding something soon clicked in Rachel's brain.

"What about work…don't you have to…."

"Night Shift….meaning that for the next few hours I'm all yours."

"And somehow that's what I'm worried about," Rachel said with a smile.

x-x-x-x-x-

The duo finished their meal and made there way to Rachel's apartment. Upon entering the bedroom Quinn seemingly sprinted toward the closet and anxiously began to sift through the it.

"Ok Rachel, where is the sucker."

"All the way in the back," she replied however instantly regretting it as Quinn pulled the garment out admiring its intricate stitching and bead work.

"It's beautiful Rachel."

"I know it's beautiful, but that's not the point Quinn."

"And what is the point again?"

Letting out a sigh Rachel took this question to mean that Quinn wanted to hear the whole story. Smiling the petite brunette looked into her friends eyes.

"Well, it all began years ago when my Aunt Chloe was studying abroad. She's been shopping on the Champs-Élysées with some of her friends and came across this boutique where she'd found this evening gown that she thought was stunning however it had needed a bit of alteration and so she left it with the seamstress. Then a few days later when she went to pick up her purchase she'd found that the dress she'd been given wasn't the dress she'd bought instead it was this wedding dress. My Aunt Chloe in true Berry fashion had a fit…slamming the seamstress, telling her how she's spent good money on the gown and so on and so fourth however the seamstress just laughed telling her that she'd be needing a wedding dress more as she was about to meet her future husband in the next man she would meet. Still taking it as a joke my aunt left however her mind must have been elsewhere cause next thing she knew she was being pulled back from almost being hit by a cab and less then a month later the young man who saved her life became her husband."

"And so Chloe thinks lightning can strike twice?" Quinn asked

Shrugging her shoulders Rachel simply nodded.

"The dress is pretty though…" Quinn said again with a smile crossing her lips.

"Try it on then. "

Letting out a laugh Quinn shook her head.

"I can't. "

Rachel flashed a smile as she removed the dress from its zipper.

"You can, I insist. "

"Well if you insist," Quinn said smiling as she stripped down to her undergarments and slipped into the gown admiring her reflection as she observed how it fit, hugging her in all the right places like a perfect white silken glove.

"Oh my god Quinn that looks amazing on you."

"It does, doesn't it?" Quinn replied.

"Maybe Aunt Chloe's premonition was wrong… maybe it was you that she saw in her dream."

"If it was me that she saw then why didn't she say as much in her letter?"

"You know Aunt Chloe, she's a scatter brain and…."

As Rachel talked Quinn slipped out of the dress placing it neatly on Rachel's bed and was beginning to slip back on her street cloths as she exclaimed…

"Try it on!"

"Huh?"

"You heard me Berry, try it on."

Rachel shook her head.

"Try the damn dress on…"

Sighing Rachel knew that Quinn was rather persistent and sooner or later she'd have to try on the dress and decided that she'd just do it now to get it over with, it would be like ripping off a band aid.

Flashing a half smile Rachel began to slip off her cloths now as she thought that Quinn and her had a slightly different build and if the dress fit her friend with such perfection then surely it wouldn't look good on her except….

"Oh My God Rachel!" Quinn squealed as she began to feverously clap her hands, "you look like a princess."

Looking at her reflection Rachel couldn't help but smile. She did look like something out of a Disney Movie didn't she…..but no, it couldn't be the dress fit her friend perfectly so fitting her like this was damn near impossible…

"It's magic," Quinn said snapping her out of her inner thoughts, "it has to be."

Rachel shook her head as she still wasn't buying the idea.

"There is no such thing as a magic dress," she said as she changed swiftly back into her own cloths now and slipping the dress back onto it's hanger and slipping it into it's place in the back of her closet before she began to brush her fingers along her wardrobe and letting out a sigh. "Well, that is unless you can find something in this mess of a closet that can magically captivate one Artie Abrams into giving me a break when I meet him tomorrow?"

Letting out a laugh Quinn moved to Rachel's side and began sifting through the cloths now as well.

"Well, we'll see what I can do," she spoke with a smile watching Quinn toss a few items on the bed, one in particular catching Rachel's eye.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Admiring the simple black dress and red jacket that she was now wearing as she looked her reflection over in the glass windows of the office building that Artie Abrams worked at she let out a confident breath.

"This is it," her inner monologue began, "today is your day….he's going to love you…your going to finally get that break you deserve….."

However her inner monologue suddenly became interrupted when she heard a voice speak up from behind her, a haunting voice that she didn't think she'd ever hear again and yet at its sound she swore she felt her heart skipping a proverbial beat.

" Prrte' ne tse'a nga nìmun."

TBC