A/N: I would like to thank you all once again for reading, reviewing, and adding to myself and the story to your alerts. I know someone expressed their concern with the story's point of view based on the way chapter one was written. I'm trying to correct those mistakes as the story progresses.

With that said, please don't forget to review so I can know your thoughts on how the story is progressing so far, as well as any criticisms you have.

Also, I'm not sure how to space story doc to make reading the dialogue is for some, so please bear with me.

I'm also sorry about the late update. I've been busy with work, and I'm also trying to enjoy my break (sleep), before I go back to university in a month.

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"Medium coffee and a medium chai latte!" shouts the barista behind the counter.

"I'll get it," Quinn says, raising herself from the table.

Quinn takes their drinks from the barista, walking back to the table. "Here you go," she says, placing Rachel's chai latte in front of her.

"Thank you," Rachel says, lifting the cup to her mouth. She groans.

Quinn giggles. "That good, huh?" she asks pointing to Rachel's latte.

"Very," she states between sips. "I needed this very much. My morning hasn't been...great, to say the least"

Quinn frowns before saying, "I'm sorry too hear that."

Rachel looks at her with a tight lipped smile. "It's whatever now," she says, while playing with napkin on the table. "So, why are we doing this Quinn? Why did you want to talk with me?" she asks, taking another sip of her latte.

Quinn leans back into her chair, a small sigh escaping her lips. "I-I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the years of torment you have suffered through by my hands. For calling you those awful names, which to be honest doesn't truly reflect you physically."

Rachel shifts uncomfortably in the chair at Quinn's words.

"Although I personally didn't though one or any at you, I want to apologize for the slushies as well." She shifts in her chair, pulling herself closer to the table. "You might not believe me right now, and I...I'm just really sorry Rachel."

"But why now Quinn?" Rachel asks perplexed. "After all these years, as you said, of you treating me like garbage, of both of us fighting over stupid middle school things, why now?"

Quinn takes a breath, letting Rachel's words sink in before she answers the girl. She's not sure what she was trying to accomplish by asking Rachel to have coffee with her. By her sudden apology to Rachel, it's evident that right now, she's just flying by the seat of her yellow sun dress.

"Everything changed for me last year. Things I didn't want change did, and I was left trying to figure out what to do next. I cheated on my then boyfriend with his best friend, got pregnant, got kicked out of my parents house, and if that wasn't enough, I feel from the top to the bottom of the school's social ladder. What I'm trying to say is that through all of that, I gain some perspective on this thing called life. I'm not saying I'm hundred percent a new person, because I'm not. But I'm trying to be."

"I-I don't know what to say to you right now Quinn. I don't do speechless, but every time you and I interact, I can't seem to get my words out. The past twenty-four plus hours have been weird and confusing for me, and you suddenly apologizing doesn't make it any better," Rachel says.

They look at each other, both eyes amassed with conflicting emotions. Quinn just nods her head and finally says, "I understand."

Seconds, minutes, hours seems to pass between them. Hazel eyes taking in the brown orbs across from her, and brown eyes doing the same. For that window of time, nothing but each other was the focus of each other's eyes. A loud crash sounds behind Quinn, and shakes both girls out their intense gaze. Rachel clears her throat, Quinn shifts nervously in her chair, and silent awkwardness crowds their space once again.

"I have to go. My dad, ah...he needs the car, so I have to go," Rachel says. Not one for lying, honest to a fault her fathers would tell her, but one white lie at this moment wouldn't hurt anyone. She needed out and away from Quinn right now. Her brain was beginning to hurt.

"Yeah, o-okay then," Quinn stumbles over her words. God, this didn't go well. "So, I'll see you around?" she asks warily. Unsure of what to do with herself at that moment. She didn't like that feeling very much.

"Sure," Rachel says. No moment of truth behind that single word, and they both know it.

Both girls leave, going their separate ways. One, hoping for a changed relationship, the other confused about it all.

She thought conversation would make it better. Be a starting point between them, but it only made things...worse?

Things were certainly nowhere near easy now.

"I'm a Fabray!" She exclaims as if it should mean something. As if worlds should shatter, and everything should automatically fall into place. I'm a Fabray.

Collapsing on her bed, feeling like a world of decisions are stacked on her shoulders. A pint-sized Rachel Berry seems more like it though.

Conflicted. That's how Quinn felt. Expressing her emotions without a jumbled puzzle at the end wasn't her. Keeping everything close to the vest was. It was Fabray way. Yet, here she was jumping over hurdles to get a girl's attention. A girl. That girl being Rachel Berry. What was she doing? She was changing. Her mother was changing. And yet she still feared it a little. After all, a dog doesn't change it's spots overnight. Right? Right.

She would try harder.

I'm a Fabray. Rachel won't know what it her. I'm a Fabray damn it. Say it like you mean it Quinn.

She wouldn't give up. Quinn won't allow Rachel to think this is some sort of Summer joke. Rachel wanted this Quinn would tell herself. She even tried last year to build a friendship between us when my life completely went of track. She was apprehensive right now, but Quinn could see Rachel wanted to grab hold of the olive branch.

Try harder. That is Quinn's motto. Try harder until she breaks.

I'm a Fabray.

Rachel wasn't faring any better with her emotions after talking with Quinn. Here was Quinn offering the same thing she, offered last year to the then pregnant girl. Here she was taking a step forward. Rachel didn't know what to do. Accept Quinn's offer of friendship, thus opening herself up to the girl. Don't, and she would probably regret it. She doesn't do regrets. Yet she couldn't completely say yes to what Quinn wanted.

Rachel had some decisions to make, because if she did know one thing about Quinn, is that she never quits. And she does whatever possible to get what she wants.

For right now, she wouldn't worry about what Quinn and the girls sudden need for a relationship with her. Auditions for the Fall production for the Columbus Ballet Company's The Nutcracker was only three weeks from today. She needs to start training for these auditions to get herself ready to show the Company that she would be the right girl for the lead.

She wanted this more than she thought she would. She heard about the auditions form a few girls in her after school dance classes, all excitedly talk about how great an opportunity this would be for them. Unlike those girls, dancing wasn't her true passion. Singing is and would always be her number one passion, but she truly loved dancing. This would be a great summer project for her. Something she could do that, if she did get the lead, would give her some notoriety. Even if it's just in Ohio.

Another thing to add to her resume once she applied to Juilliard. Variety. And this would giver her that. That's what Rachel wanted. That and a ticket out of Lima, Ohio to NYC.

Only one more year she would constantly tell herself. One year left before her dreams of Broadway, and singing in front if thousands could slowly become a reality.

This was her start, and she wouldn't let anything get in her way.