A/N: ALRIGHT *takes a deep long breath* It's gonna be a YEAR since I don't update this and I myself don't think it's quite the best choice, but I just got a sudden mood and decided I'll continue. I feel more experienced now, if you ask me, so yeah. Chapters will be short, but I WILL update very often (at least this story).

Chapter 3:

Quinn's POV

Quinn's ready to go, she jacked on her feet quickly and composed herself in a second. She entered the bathroom and whiped the tears away. She took the car keys and ran to the door. The car wasn't there. Her father. Damn.
She stepped back inside, pacing rapidly trying to think of another way to get out. She found her reflection in her mother's full-body mirror. How did she planed to get out like that anyways? Her eyes had mile-long black bags each, all her makeup had gone out of it's place and her hair had gone gross. God she was a mess, and she used to take such meticulous care of herself. Right, she used to...

Don't start with that stupid! Not now.

Right, fine, whatever.

Quinn heads right to the bathroom, kind of reanimated by the chance of going out, something she didn't practice in a while now, grooming herself for someone, how nice. Wash your face, get it all off, brush your hair, lipstick, done. The blonde now walks decided towards the doorway, she picks up some money to get the bus, the meeting point (a humble restaurant near Rachel's house and School) was a relatively long way, she'll take the bus. Queen exits home, three steps forth and no.. wait. She's on frikin' rags. She re-enters and hurries to her room. Somewhere in the closet... ah yes, there it is, a nice, knee-lenght red flannel dress. She used to wear it for no future dates when she wanted a free dinner, it works on her. She put it on, toghether with her nicest heeled boots and headed, again, towards the doorway.
She now managed to the sidewalk, where she felt the fresh winter breeze motion her hair and play along her neck freshening her face. It was a long walk, even when taking the bus, but she was in the best of the moods after all.

Quinn was halfway through. Her feet felt like bleeding, she'd gone all the way in high heels, which now didn't seem like such a good idea. They were old shoes, very well worn, but she'd always liked them, she felt good in them, pretty. But now her feet hurt like hell and all she wished was to get to the bus stop. And so she did. The blonde climbed the bus and found a seat alone by the window. Until then, she hadn't actually gathered the thought that she was on her way to meet Rachel, actually. What did she want? Quinn was starting to get nervous. Not exactly bad nervous, more like excited that she was gonna watch straight into those dark brown eyes and for once, they would be looking back.

Rachel's POV

Rachel had just called Quinn to meet up. It was more of a reflex than something she'd thought through.
A little overexcited she had invited the blonde out, and great thing she didn't even question what was she so eager about, she didn't even ask where did she wanted to meet, weirdly.
After last years riot between her and Finn, things had changed. Rachel got the guy, she won, it was what she wanted. She wanted Finn with what she thought was all her heart, he was for her, he'll give her the future successful life she wished, he'll give her a life with no boundaries nor obstacles. But life's not a path of rainbows and unicorns if you're going the right way.
During all the past trouble, Rachel had had a variety of ways to look at Quinn. She was her friend, then deceived her and then left her completely. She didnt have room to care, she had Finn, but some nights... Some nights she'd recall that huge personality of her, the blonde had been mean, had been bitchy, had been... really hot, for God's sake.
And Rachel couldn't deny such a pleasure, she'd get that damn girl at a high cost or not.

So she called and then found a little place near her house, with the intention to restart the never existing "friendship".
Of course a friendship was not was she was planning for later, but you gotta start from the bottom.
When she got there, forty minutes after locking herself in her bedroom bathroom, she settled in a nice table by the kitchen. Usually she'd feel embarassed seating alone after a while, and she almost did for a moment, Quinn was late, she'd had two glasses of water already, but no, not today. It was gonna be a nice evening, it was worth waiting.

A/N: That was it! Sorry if it's too short, I did my best. Reviews and follows are welcome :)