A/N: So it's like 2 in the morning here but I couldn't sleep (Fuck my crazy roommate) so here is another chapter. I am quite happy with the amount of alerts this story is getting but I really appreciate reviews because I like to know what you guys actually think about the story. So yeah, review. Enough of my bitching, on with the story.

Disclaimer: Never had, never will. It's late/early. There are probably a lot of mistakes and they are all mine.

Quinn stormed out of the hospital not knowing what to do with herself. Outside there was a mess of reporters trying to get in and interview Sam Evans but the guards wouldn't allow it. She had been burned in every single one of her relationships and didn't want it to happen again. Her last break up was bad and it wasn't even that long ago. She promised herself she wouldn't let it happen again.

"Hey Quinn. How'd it-"

"Shut up," the blonde said cutting Sugar off. Sugar knew better than to mess with her, she seemed particularly grumpy today," Get the equipment, we're going back to Times Square." Sugar did as she said for once. Quinn dialed Brittany's number; she was always her go to in times like these.

"Hello?"

"Hey Britt I-"

"Haha got you! Sorry I can't come to the phone right now-" Quinn hung up and let out a frustrated sigh. She hated that voice message and her best friend knew it. She dialed Rachel's number as she hailed a cab. She didn't want to put up with Sugar right now. As soon as it started ringing it went straight to voicemail. Almost as if Rachel saw that she was calling and hung up.

To Berry: What the hell Rachel?

To Barbie: Oh my goodness Quinn. My cab driver is so cute!

Quinn rolled her eyes at her friends' antics. She was going to flip when she told her what happened at the hospital.

To Berry: I met Sam at the hospital.

To Barbie: WHAT? No way! Was it amazing? Was he as cute in person as he is on TV?

To Berry: We almost kissed.

To Barbie: What.

Interesting, it wasn't the blow up the blonde was expecting.

To Berry: Well I was interviewing him. And then we played the guitar together and he sang to me. Then we almost kissed and Emma came in. And then I ran into his bodyguard...He wanted me to stay but...I ran out of there as fast as I could.

To Barbie: I can't believe you! You meet the hottest singer in the nation. Almost kiss him and then run off? Why Quinn WHY!

There's the reaction she was looking for.

To Berry: You know why Rachel.

To Barbie: Sam isn't him Quinn. You've matured and you need to move on.

To Barbie: Quinn? Are you there?

To Barbie: Hello?

To Barbie: Just think about it.

Rachel sighed, frustrated. She understood that Quinn couldn't let go of...him. She wished her friend would move on.

"Hey are you okay? Sorry if I'm a little forward. I have this uncanny need to help people." Finn said.

"No it's okay. It's just my friend not letting love in...," she said. Quinn would kill her if she heard her right now. She was a very guarded person. Rachel didn't even know why she was telling this stranger about one of her best friends live life.

"Why not? Love is great! I mean...I've never had it. But in the movies it always turns out good," Finn rambled.

"I wish I had love..."

"Well I'm sure you'll find it. You're nice and pretty," the driver seemed completely oblivious to the words he was uttering.

"You think I'm pretty?" Rachel asked.

"Well yeah! Of course!"

"Thank you...," she said bashfully.

"So what do you do for a living?" Finn asked.

"Well I'm an intern at Lennox Hill hospital, but I've always wanted to be a singer."

"Really? That's so cool! I wish I could sing. Are you good?"

"I can sing something if you'd like," she said excitedly, Rachel loved to sing to anyone who wanted to listen. And well, if they didn't want to listen she'd sing anyway.

"Sure!"

Rachel immediately went into a rendition of Funny girl. Her staple look-at-how-good-my-voice is song, complete with emotional expressions and teary eyes.

"That was so good..." Finn said in awe," You should be famous." Rachel sighed.

"I wish I was. Do you know Sam Evans? He is at Lennox Hill right now and I'm hoping to impress him. I know it's a long shot but... I have to try."

"You seem really determined. I think you can do anything you want if you really try for it." Rachel beamed. She really liked this guy.

"Umm...I hope you don't mind me asking, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to but, what's your name?" Rachel said coyly.

"I'm Finn, and you are...?"

"Rachel. Rachel Berry."

"Well. It's nice to meet you Ms. Berry."

"Likewise, Finn."

"Hey Slick. Yo man is gettin antsy," Holly said as Blaine walked into her office.

"What are you talking about?"

"He doesn't think you want to marry him." If Blaine had been drinking something it would have been spewed all over his boss.

"How could he think that?"

"He thinks that if you wanted to propose you would have done it already."

"Oh my gosh..." he said bringing his hands to his face," Why can't he propose to me?"

"He says that he's the girl in the relationship." Well. Blaine couldn't argue there.

"Just go over to Times Square and propose to him now!"

"But I wanted to do something original..."

"Of course you do."

"But...ugh Holly! I'm so nervous and I don't even know what to do! It has to be glamorous enough for him."

"Well you know me Anderson, I'm all about glamour."

"Help me?" Blaine pleaded. Holly smiled deviously.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"So what's inside the box?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not? I won't tell anyone!" Santana whined. Truth is, since the second Brittany stepped in the elevator she was cries as to what was inside the package."

"I don't think you will," Brittany said smiling.

"So you'll tell me?"

"Nope."

"Please?" Santana begged. The face she was making almost made Brittany cave. Almost.

"You know my best friend is a reporter for NYCN. She was supposed to interview you...well. 2 hours ago," Brittany said trying to change the subject. Santana sighed and let her- but not without convincing herself she'd eventually find out what was in that damn box.

"Oh really? Great. Another thing I'm missing. My agent is going to kill me!"

"Yeah. I'm not missing much. Just giving my boss and his wife a gift. I wasn't exactly looking forward to waiting on drunk people on New Years Eve."

"Haha well. I wasn't looking forward to strutting down a catwalk in shiny underwear with camera's are pointed at me and millions of people watch. I'd much rather be trapped in an elevator with you." Brittany smiled at that.

"I like you Santana," The brunette looked at her in surprise.

"R-really?"

"Yes! You're so nice and smart and NOT a bitch. And you like pretty little liars too. You're such a cool friend..." Brittany finished. What was she saying? This girl was a famous model. The most famous model. After they got out of here shed never give a second thought about her. She wished the elevator never got fixed.

Santana was breaking inside. Of course she thinks I'm just a friend. What was I thinking? She probably has a boyfriend that's worried sick about her. Oh wait, she didn't have one she told her that 3 hours ago. Three hours with the girl and she's already jealous at a non- existent boyfriend. Wait. Why would she be jealous? She's straight. 100% straight. Like a ruler.

"Uh. Yeah I think Shay Mitchell is pretty hot," Santana said awkwardly.

"I'd totally do her," Brittany said smirking." Just like that Santana had vivid pictures of Brittany doing the bashful jock from a television show. It was hot. Okay maybe she was one of those bendy rulers.

"Y'know people say we look alike..."

"Hmmm...yeah I could see that. But you're hotter." Santana could feel the blush creep up (sprint up) her face. Okay what was going on here? Santana Lopez does not blush!

"So, really, what's in the box?" Santana questioned again, not enjoying the silence. It let her mind wander. Brittany shook her head.

"Can't tell you yet, sorry!" Santana groaned. That stupid box was driving her crazy.

Suddenly there was a loud groan of metal and a loud creak, then a bang.

"What was that?" Santana said jumping towards Brittany.

"It's probably the AC. It breaks about once a month," Brittany explained.

"What? It's already like 80 degrees in here!"

"Haha. Yeah... we're kind of screwed."

"Remind me again WHY you live here again?"

"Um isn't it obvious?" Brittany said, Santana gave her a look," the hot guy in 7-L!"

Artie was staring at the door like he was waiting for someone to come through at any moment. When someone finally did he flinched. Maybe it was... He sighed in frustration when he saw brown hair instead of the blonde he had wanted to see.

"Hi Dr. Corazon," Artie said downcast.

"What's wrong Artie? You seem sad."

"I'm just thinking about her again."

"Maybe you should apologize to her."

"No. She'll never forgive me. Not after what I said to her."

"Artie...I'm sure she misses you." He laughed in vain.

"I was in a car accident that paralyzed me from the waist down. I've been here for 2 weeks and she hasn't showed up to visit once."

"I'm sure that-"

"I mean. It's New Years Eve! I know she's busy but...I thought she would show."

"I'm sorry Mr. Abrams," Sunshine said. She really didn't know what else to do.

"It's my fault. If I could take what I said back I would." Sunshine nodded. Just nod and smile, that's what her mom told her in the Philippines before she came to the U.S.

"I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Currently Puck and Shelby were at the top of the Empire State Building looking over Manhattan and it's surrounding boroughs.

"I can't believe you haven't been here!" Puck said," I came here the week I moved."

"True New Yorkers don't really sightsee," Shelby said. She already seemed happier. They had already ridden around central park in a horse drawn carriage and teepee'd a house in Queens (Don't ask).

"Well I am definitely liking the view up here..." Puck said checking out a couple cute girls as they walked by.

"You do that a lot don't you?" Shelby asked," Leer at girls?"

"Well I also have sex with them and occasionally take them out on dates," he said unashamed. Shelby laughed.

"Wow. That's quite a lot of pride you have there. Better be careful with it," she warned," C'mon, let's do the next thing on the list."

"Well alright!" They made their way to the elevator.

"Puck. Why are you doing this with me?" she asked seriously.

"I don't know... I guess I just wanted to do something nice?" he answered, not really knowing himself why he was doing this," Why?"

"It's one of the biggest days of the year. Don't you have somewhere to be other than with a woman who is at the peak of her mid- life crisis?"

"Well. I do have this awesome party to go to later tonight that my friend got me in to..."

"Oh yes. The infamous best friend. Why aren't you spending today with them?"

"She's really busy today. Santana Lopez, do you know of her?"

"The supermodel? That Santana Lopez?" Shelby asked wide-eyed.

"Yeah."

"She's your best friend? How does that even work?"

"Well she's also my cousin."

"Oh that makes more sense."

"But enough about me, what about you?"

"I want to get the next thing on this list done."

"Ice cream at Serendipity's it is!"

"Aretha go get me a frying pan." Terri demanded.

"I can't believe she put me on kitchen duty," Mercedes mumbled," and for the last time my name is MERCEDES."

She threw her apron in the ground and walked out of the kitchen furious. One more second and she would have popped Ms. Crazy right in her Schnozz.

"Hi Mike," she said with a crazy look in her eye.

"Woah Mercedes, what's up with you?"

The Asian man said. He stopped by everyday for lunch with his wife. It was cute really. Even though Mercedes pretended to gag every time she saw them together. They would make wonderful parents. What? Of course she knew Tina was expecting- she was her best friend for god sake!

"The caterer has no staff and Tina has me working in the kitchen and you know I can't cook." It was true. One time she came over and he tried to teach her how to cook spaghetti... Lets just say the fire department was called.

"Why don't you just hire someone else?"

"Mike. It's New Years Eve. There are hundreds if not thousands of parties going on in the most populated city in America. There's no one."

"Oh. Tina must be freaking out right now. Do you know where she is?"

"Yeah. Your baby momma is probably just getting done with her meeting with Sue." Mercedes said turning away to get back to Terri. If they didn't have the food done by 9:00 tonight she was screwed.

"My what?" Mercedes stopped in her tracks. Oh shit.

"Umm...what?" oh shit oh shit oh shit!

"Did you just say my baby momma?"

"No... Why would I say that?" She was a terrible liar and Mike saw right through it.

"Mercedes..."

"Tina is pregnant!" Yeah. She wasn't too great at keeping secrets either.

"What." Mike repeated, a stunned look on his face.

"Oh shit," she finally vocalized. What had she done?

A/N2: Questions, comments, concerns? Anything you'd like to see/ what you don't want to see? Yeah just let me know!