Rachel soon started to get anxious over seeing Quinn again. When she finally picked a day to she began to count down the seconds to that Saturday. The night of, as she sat by the hot lights around her dressing room mirror waiting to move to the next scene, she looked restlessly up at the clock. She finished the show putting on her best smile bowing lovingly toward her co-stars before racing back stage hoping to beat the cameras at the back door. In a rush Rachel wiped of as much of her stage make up off as possible and hurriedly tried to piece herself back together in presentable manner. She tried to contain her joy as she saw Blaine smirking and watching her in her mirror. Her hand trembled slightly as she put on her outside world make-up.

"Keep it together Berry," Rachel said to herself, "She's just a girl like you." But Quinn wasn't just some girl. She was nothing like Rachel and out of the fear Quinn sights had moved on since she had been so far away, Rachel raced to put on her favorite black heels. She slid on her sunglasses, waved goodbye to everyone and shouted a thank you instead of going from group to group and personally giving them the signature Rachel Berry goodbye and I love you speech. She kept her head low as she exited the backstage doors the flash of light bulbs and screams surrounding her. She tried desperately to see over all of the bodies to the streets so she could find a cab or away to escape to a subway but she was barely tall enough to see to the other side of the street. She sighed frustrated.

"In a rush?" Blaine whispered into her ear placing a hand on her lower back. She looked at him and he winked leading her quickly to the black car sitting on the curb. They jumped in Rachel sighing in relief.

"Thanks," She said look at him. She should have been worried about the possible new rumor of her lover Blaine but she could care less at this point.

"It's no problem. I was planning to stop by tonight anyway," He smiled at her winking.

"How did you…"Rachel began but then answered her on question, "Kurt."

"Exactly," He said speeding up at the sight of someone tailing behind them. He turned a corner sharply into an ally before idling as he watched the car drive past before swiftly moving back into the New York City traffic. Rachel looked at him scared as he began to speed up.

"Don't you think we could drive at a normal pace please," She pleaded.

"Do you want to catch their set or not," He answered. Blaine looked at her for the answer toeing at the accelerator. Rachel whispered a small yes before Blaine sped off.

When the two reached the club on the other side of town nothing had seem to change. The small crowd was still in its place smoking indifferently under the yellow light. As they got closer Blaine left her to venture inside nodding to her in a reassuring fashion. As Rachel drew closer she noticed that Quinn was nowhere to be seen. She froze up and started to panic a little. What if something had happened or what if Quinn wasn't coming, Rachel thought to herself as her eyes shifted about nervously, what if she was with someone else? When she came to that conclusion Rachel immediately began to back away from the group to head home. She thought she could get away when a snarky voice called after her.

"Well If it isn't Little Miss Broadway," The girl who had confronted her all those weeks before yelled as the group cleared a space for her. Rachel tried to keep walking.

"What? Are you too good to talk to us low lives," She spat with alittle smirk. Rachel stopped but didn't turn around. The girl who was very annoyed by the fact that Rachel would turn to face stepped forward.

"Hey I'm talking to you princess," She shouted moving closer. She went to lay a hand on Rachel turning her violently around by the arm when another voice called out.

"Santana," The brassy voice called. Quinn was standing in the old door frame in a long black skirt and an old tank top with was tied at the waist. She jumped from the back doorway and pushed past her band mates with an irritated expression.

"Let her go," She said approaching.

"Look Quinn she doesn't belong here," Santana sneered tightening her grip.

"Let her go," Quinn sighed once more looking at the girl. Santana protested. Quinn blew smoke in her face uncaringly. She waited tapping her foot before Santana dropped her hand and shoved pass the lead. She wrapped her arms around a pretty little blonde before going inside. Quinn could hear murmuring behind her as she watched Rachel lower her head .

"Clear out," She said without even turning around, "Now." Rachel looked up through glassy brown eyes to see the other file into the club through the door.

"You ok gorgeous," She sighed once more lifting her face so she could see it all.

"Fine. I should get going…I don't want to get you in trouble with anyone or something," Rachel began to turn away but Quinn had her chin firmly held in her hand.

"In trouble with who…Santana? She'll get over it," Quinn chuckled stepping closer as Rachel turned a shade of red. That made Quinn smile more.

"Let get out of here," She suggested already pulling the girl down the block.

"But your show…"

"I have one every fucking Saturday," She scoffed slipping on her leather jacket.

"But where are we going to go? And How are we going to get there and," Rachel was going to continue but a pair of soft gloss covered lips were on top of hers.

"Shut up and just follow me," Quinn stated before pulling the timid girl around the block. Rachel at a loss for words shook her head and followed.

She wasn't sure how she got here but she did know she was sitting a bar possibly dirtier then the Hudson River with an angel who had just sunk her cellphone in her drink.

"But don't you need that," Rachel said eyes wide as Quinn ordered her third beer. The brunette was amazed by the fact the Quinn seemed completely sober.

"Not really," She shrugged, "I can just get another one later." Quinn took another drink of her beer before turning to face the girl eyeing the glass in front of her.

"You know I didn't buy that for you to just stare at it you know?" She scoffed.

"But the glass is," Rachel began but caught a glimpse of Quinn's face and slowly picked up the glass. She took a sip on the liquid inside noticing it was very strong grimacing.

"What?"

"N-n-nothing," Rachel said quickly downing the whole thing.

"That's better," Quinn smiled. Rachel watched the blonde as she drank and took slow drags as if it was nothing. She couldn't help but stare her eyes looking over the girl, admiring every inch of her. Her focus was interrupted by Quinn sighed and asked her a question.

"So doll face when were you going to tell me you were famous," She huffed eyes looking down on her. Rachel stalled up unable to think of a lie. She hadn't been so speechless in her life.

"I um I don't know," She admitted. She tried to talk around the subject.

"It's really not that important I'm really not that famous or anything. I'm just on the news everyone and awhile but nothing much after that," She said quickly until Quinn shushed her.

"Whatever you say gorgeous, so since you're on Broadway you must have a pretty voice you should sing for me," Quinn said with another sip of her drink. She then looked at the girl expectantly. Rachel stared back.

"Well…"

"Oh you mean now? Like right now?" Rachel's eyes widened and she could barely think at that moment. She looked around at the room. There were people very similar to the ones who hung out at the Red Door all around her and they were already staring. She gulped a little nervous.

"Why not right now," Quinn challenged with a roll of her eyes," You do it for people you don't know all the time." But that wasn't the problem. She was sitting at a distusting bar with the prettiest and the toughest girl she's ever met. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself by stumbling over her words in a song which she was sure would happen as she started into those hazel eyes.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," Rachel started.

"Then maybe you aren't as good as the papers say," Quinn scoffed feeling as if she should have known this to begin with. The brunette immediately felt challenged. Rachel was a naturally competitive person and having someone denounces her skill made her feel a fire in her heart. She stood up took a deep breathe.

Quinn at first didn't even look at Rachel when her voice slowly filled the small room but as she as engulfed in the sound she slowly turned her head. There she stood before her singing her little heart out and as soon as Rachel got a glimpse of Quinn's all-knowing eyes and smug face she sang louder until the bartender coughed uncomfortably and she quickly shut her mouth turning a deep shade of red. She shifted from side to side uneasily the floor creaking. Eyes were locked on her from all around the room. Quinn snapped pretentiously before returning to her drink. Rachel sat down and looked at her.

"Happy," She sighed.

"Pleasantly proved incorrect," Quinn remarked sliding another drink Rachel's way. Rachel merely looked at it sure that she had had enough but again Rachel didn't like to reject any challenge and if she was going to keep up she was going to have to do whatever she could.

"So since you're so good and you perform on Broadway what are you doing hanging in filthy rat holes with the likes of me?"

"I just I hate people on Broadway. I love the lights and the songs but the people are awful and I'm tired of smiling for every single camera." The other nodded before getting up.

"That's enough for me," She said before dragging to other out, " lets help you forget about it."