Chapter three
-Myth.-

"What is she doing here?"

Quinn's voice cried out brokenly as she leaned against Santana in the taxi that was driving through a quiet neighbourhood. Her chest heaved as she sobbed into the Latinas shoulder and clutched at her jacket sleeve. Santana cooed gently, rubbing her arm and trying her best to comfort her best friend.

But inside her mind, thoughts were flying everywhere.
Quinn had a point; why was Rachel here?
What kind of twisted fate is it that Quinn would be on the same subway as her and she hadn't noticed until it was too late? What kind of world let their paths cross so closely and right at the last second, rip one of them to who knows where? What kind of fate caused such pain that her best friend was now experiencing.
Would she ever see Rachel again? Had she or Britt ever travelled on the same tube as her and just not realised? Santana was burning with curiosity and she needed answers.

Quinn gulped, nuzzling her face into Santana's jacket and letting out a shuddering sigh. She had so much going on in her mind that she could no longer distinguish any of the thoughts. Each one ran into each other and then started a tangent of more thoughts, each hurting her brain more than the last.

Was Rachel living here? Or was she just visiting? And the place she daren't go; was she visiting someone.
What if any of the people around her had been with Rachel? Did one of them get to leave the subway holding her soft, delicate hand, or with their arm wrapped around her shoulders? Did she go home and have someone waiting with her supper? Did she laugh her tinkling laugh whilst curled against someone on a couch watching her favourite show? At night was she laid with her head resting on someone's chest, her fingers tracing patterns against their stomach like she used to do to Quinn? Did they whisper sweet nothings to each other?
And in the morning, did she ever wake with thoughts of the blonde?
She shook her head a little, she had no room to talk, she was engaged for gods sake.

Speaking of her fiancé, she jumped when her cell started to ring.
"Want me to get it?" Santana asked quickly, wanting to keep her friend calm and composed as she could.
Quinn shook her head, knowing if Santana answered, Jeremy would question things, so she quickly unlocked her phone and put on a fake smile.

"Hey honey…yeah, I got sidetracked with the girls talking…yeah I'm coming home soon… okay, see you later. Yeah, you too."

Santana sighed, rubbing the blondes arm comfortingly as the taxi pulled up outside Santana and Britts house.
Santana quickly paid the cab driver as Quinn started to make her way into the house, falling into Brittany's arms once she was through the door.

"Shh, shh…Tell me all about it."
Brittany soothed, rubbing the shorter blondes back.

"I- I was waiting at the doors, it was my s-stop…and I stepped onto the platform the s-stupid wind came out of no-where and my hat fell into the train."

Quinn breathed, taking a long sip of the hot chocolate Brittany had made for her for when she got in. She remembered when Brittany and Santana were having their fall outs, first when Britt stayed with Artie and Santana came crying to her, Quinn had made the hot chocolate. When Brittany came crying to her shortly after Santana had left because she was so conflicted, Quinn had made the hot chocolate.
And then when Santana broke up with Brittany, and Quinn would yet again be there for both of them with a cup of her infamous hot chocolate, with cream and frosting on top. The girls had frequently come to her house at all times just for one of her hot chocolates. Literally, all times of the night as well.
Eventually Quinn just wrote down and gave them the recipe just to get some peace.
But now it was Brittany who had made the soothing hot chocolate, shaping the frosting into a smiley face, typical Britt.

"So I turned around to get it, I l-love that hat! You know why…" she trailed off, swallowing down another sob as the girls nodded thoughtfully. "And some other person reached for it! And I'm thinking 'Let go, this is myhat!' Like someone was just going to take it from in f-front of me!" Quinn rambled.

"And then I look up and there she was! Just stood there, glowing and looking like an angel." Quinn's voice broke as she had another sip and Brittany half smiled, encouraging her to go on.
"She stood up, holding my hat to her chest as she looked at me like I was some sort of mythical creature. Her beautiful eyes all big and shining just like they used to, as she looked straight into my s-soul." Quinn hiccupped, shaking her head slightly.
"And I was just about to question her, find out where she's living…why she's here…who she's with, and the doors closed!" The blonde shrieked, as Brittany gasped, her face completely saddened for her sobbing friend.

"Oh Quinn…" She whispered, not quite sure what to say.

Santana, who had been chewing her lip and staring straight down as she listened, looked up, her face slightly puzzled.

"Didn't she move because she got that part in that show in London halfway through her second year?"
She queried, her eyebrows furrowing together as she remembered that day well.

Quinn shrugged, wiping at her cheeks trying to remove the evidence of the tears.
"I saw her San! It was her! I didn't imagine it!" She cried out, rubbing at her bloodshot eyes.
Santana quickly rubbed her back, whilst Brittany reached over to grab a moist towelette from her bag on the coffee table. She gently moved Quinns cheek so she was facing her, and she gently wiped at Quinns face and eyes, trying to sooth the puffiness around them from the tears.
"We know Quinn, we know… but New York is a huge place, and honestly? The odds of you two meeting again are a work of fate. But you have two choices, you can go on with your life and forget about her…" Quinn gulped, she knew how impossible that was, she had been trying for years. "or, you can try and find her. There's so many ways, the phone book, facebook, hell, even ask some old friends around and see if they know her number. And if you choose that, you go after your girl Quinn."

Brittany smiled softly as she glanced to Santana, who had reached out to hold Quinn's hand, "Believe me, love is so worth it." Brittany finished softly, smiling adoringly at Santana.

Quinn nodded in thought as she chewed her lip a little.
"I think I have to sleep on it. It's already late and Jeremy will be worried sick if I stay out any later." She said, standing up and sighing as she tried to compose herself.
"Thanks girls." She said gratefully, hugging them both as she made her way outside once again, this time hailing a cab.

And as she sat in the back and looked out of the window, where the rain was falling down although the sun was threatening to break through, she couldn't help but think how perfect for her mood the weather was.