Author's note: Hey guys, I was planning on making this chapter longer but I split it in two because I'm quite busy with revision and stuff at the moment (My last report has been awful and my dear father obviously blames it on wasting time writing stories so yeah... ) Hope you enjoy! Sorry it hasn't got a song in it but the next one has two to make up for it ;) xxx

6 years later

At a production of Wicked

A blonde sits on the edge of her seat in a most exquisite and elegant theatre as a petite brunette bursts into song on the immaculate stage. The blonde is completely bewitched by the young performer; goosebumps are running over her arms, making her hair stand on end. Her gaze is solidly fixed on the singer, amorous and affectionate. Next to her sits a seven year old girl, looking at the older woman in utter confusion. She looks to and fro between the blonde and brunette until the light of realisation dawns upon her face.

'Is that her?' she breathes, her eyes turning wide as saucers. The dumbstruck blonde can only murmur a soft yes before becoming completely re-enthralled by the tiny diva's performance.

Quinn's POV

Darn. That tiny songstress still gives me tingles, no matter how many times I see her perform in Wicked which, granted, is a lot. Countless, actually. I missed her. As soon as I can't see her anymore or hear her birdlike voice, I miss my baby kitten. Her big brown orbs cut right through me, see right into my soul; she's the only one who can, who ever has. She is the only one who knows me, the real me. Even my baby girl, Beth, doesn't know me as well as her. Occasionally I text her, just to see how she is and then other times we arrange to meet up for a coffee or lunch when her schedule's free. However she doesn't know about my abundant trips to every one of her shows. Usually I hide myself well at the back or I wear a big hat but if she sees me I just pretend I'm here to surprise her. That's technically not a lie either, every time I come I bring with me the notion of telling her that I'm ready and the hope that she'll take me straight into a tender embrace and we'll never let go.

I think I'm infatuated with the girl, I mean I moved myself and my child all the way to New York mainly so I could see her more often. I met her in costa no more than two weeks ago, just before the opening night of Wicked. She hasn't changed one bit, still the beautiful and ambitious diva she was in high school.

I followed her to New York; I couldn't stand being away from her. My mother pulled some strings and got me an extremely well-paid job as a journalist and so I moved as quickly as I could, bringing Beth with me.

I bit my lip as my focus was turned back to the amazing balladeer who was currently engaged in a dramatic conversation with a teensy green munchkin. Her dark hair, a glowing chocolate brown cascaded over petite, perfectly-sculpted shoulders. Perky petite breasts peeked out from the low neckline of her costume, gracing the audience with a sense of deviate pleasure. Or maybe it was just me. And the leering guy with glasses and a shiny head at the back. I shuddered as a bolt of electricity shot through me as the diva's deep brown eyes connected with mine, or so it seemed. She couldn't see me, could she? Not out of a thousand other people here, surely. I subconsciously licked my bottom lip as several different sexual fantasies ran through my head but I shook them out of my head as quickly as came. I drew my breath in sharply as her costume raised, showing off her perfectly toned and slender legs. She was just so... perfect. I had almost forgotten the child beside me until I heard her scoff obnoxiously. I turned to her, raising an eyebrow.

"What's up with you?" I asked, my voice high with surprise and annoyance from being distracted by the stunning show.

"You're drooling all over that wannabe when her performance is highly flawed and she looks like Shaggy and Scooby Doo's love child!" the girl exclaimed, waving her arms about for emphasis. My jaw dropped to below my knees. Did my daughter really just insult the most perfect, most stunning woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. I slowed my erratic breathing and pondered for a second over my response.

"Everyone has their own opinion baby, and no one's is more important than anyone else's. Apart from mine, 'cause I'm right," I winked as my moody teenager rolled her eyes at the unfairness of my comment but relaxed back into her seat to finish watching the show.

She missed Lima, I could tell. But we couldn't leave New York. Not yet. We'd been here for three years and yes I am sure of my feelings for Rachel Berry and of my sexuality. But I'm still not ready. Still scared.

Rachel's POV

A mega-watt smile spread across my heavily made-up face, my complexion glowing with happiness and pride in myself. I clasped hands with my equally ecstatic co-actors as we took our final bow. The audience jumped to their feet and roared with applause; I had never heard anything so loud. Suddenly I felt the warmth of my colleagues bodies fall back and a pair of firm hands pushed me forward. I blushed and curtseyed as the crowd got impossibly louder, however my eyes got distracted and started searching the crowd for a particular strawberry blonde. I found her, stall three. First I saw the blazing mess of golden hair, falling over her petite frame. She was whooping and cheering as an extremely bored looking child perched on her, Beth had grown so much. They were both looking directly at me; I swiftly moved my gaze to sweep across the crowd so she didn't realise I had spotted her. A million thoughts ran through my head at once. Should I run now and go straight into her arms? Should I wait until she asks to meet up? Should I tell her how much I missed her and how broken I was in New York but as soon as I found out she was here too that everything became perfect? Should I tell her I know she owns a borderline obsessive tumblr account, dedicated entirely to me and regularly posts extremely explicit and suggestive photos of me? I pondered over these questions as the rest of the cast and I returned backstage, all of us buzzing from the audience's significantly positive reaction.

"Rachel, baby! You were great out there!" enthused Chace, one of the munchkins. He surprised me by pulling me in for a smacker on the lips. I jerked away, feeling dirty, like I'd cheated. But I hadn't though, that's ridiculous. It's not like me and Quinn are dating. Yet. I could go for just this one... couldn't I? Chace stood there, a cute confused and concerned look on his face.

"I'm sorry Rae-Rae, I just thought – " he was cut off by my urgent lips latching onto his. I licked his bottom lip, asking permission for entrance. He accepted and for a while our tongues battled for dominance before he won. I sucked on his warm moist tongue, but somehow I couldn't help imagining it was going to be Quinn who I was kissing when I opened my eyes... Quinn... It felt like I was betraying her and suddenly everything just felt wrong. Tears brimmed on the edge of my eyes, threatening to tumble off down my face and I broke off the kiss.

"I'm so sorry," I choked, and with that I scurried off leaving Chace looking after me, sorrow in his eyes.

"Rach!" he called after me, heartache showing in his voice. I just carried on, afraid to look back but already looking forward to what was ahead. It was decided. I was going to confront Quinn, and soon.

From backstage in the dark shadows a lonely cry was heard, followed by the sound of a child comforting her heartbroken mother.

So yeah... that's it! Hope you enjoyed and remember... REVIEW, ALERT AND FAVOURITEE! Seriously, it helps to see when you guys do that it makes me feel like it's actually okay and that I should continue... so REVIEW :)xx