A/N : yes they'll meet soon, feel free to tell me what you liked/didn't like, enjoy! (and thank you to my beta.)
Part 7 : Rachel
Mondays in New York had always been her favorite days. There were 2 kinds of people in the streets: those who saw it as the beginning of the week and as an invitation to start new things and those who saw it as the end of their weekend and reluctantly got out of bed. Rachel was part of the first category. And this time she had another reason to be excited about this week. She was going to Paris on Friday to sing in a famous café-théâtre. And she was also going to see Quinn. She was still wary about the latter event. Ten years was a really long time. She tried to remember Quinn for a moment. Flashes of blonde hair. Sweet eyes in which slight touches of brown mixed up with a shiny green. Cute smile. Her sitting in the back of the room at the Glee club, reading like there was nothing else in the world. Prom and that slap. A woman who only ever revealed herself when she had to. Quinn Fabray was definitely some woman. The letter had surprised her at first but after putting some thoughts into it Rachel realized it kind of made sense. Quinn took time for things, every thing. She took time to figure them out as well. Rachel had always been aware of that bond between them; ever since she fell for Finn she knew that Quinn was part of the package. She even acted on that feeling, offering her a truce and hoping they could be friends. Quinn shut her down and when the possibility of afternoons spent at her place watching movies and cooking cupcakes vanished, Rachel realized how much she actually wanted this. When she caught herself looking at the blonde more than 5 times a class – yes she actually counted – she started to think that maybe Finn wasn't enough anymore. She stayed with him though, because it made Quinn look at them. Quinn knew that Rachel was glancing at her not-so-subtly in class. When she wasn't, it seemed like Quinn was actually seeking these deep brown eyes of hers. It only added to Rachel's idea that they were special and that even if they had missed their chance in high school, she could still hope that someday, somewhere they could make up for the lost time.
Someday was happening on Friday and somewhere was in Paris. She had already made her intentions pretty clear in her second letter anyway so there was no going back.
"Your coffee, miss."
Images of Quinn vanished from her thoughts and she handed the guy a few bucks. It was only Monday and she needed to keep it together until the end of the week; she had a lot of work to do in the meantime.
"I can't believe my fashion show is on the same day than your show." Kurt said for the sixth time this week. "So, excited to go to Paris again?" he asked.
"You can't even imagine. I love that city so much it hurts." Rachel smiled. "If my heart wasn't forever devoted to Broadway I'd be probably living there… Stop pouting, I'm sure there will be other opportunities." Rachel reached across the table to take the hand of her friend and squeezed it gently.
"There better be, miss Berry!"
Despite the fact that Kurt couldn't attend to her little private show he was genuinely happy that Rachel had made it to Paris. She was his rising star of Broadway and one of his best friends in the world. New York wouldn't be the same without her and the day they had both moved to the city that never sleeps must have been his favorite day. Rachel felt the same way he always did; they both knew that they belonged here. And indeed it didn't take long for them to find their way in their specialized area.
The call for Rachel's plane interrupted them and Kurt walked her to her gate before taking her in his arms.
"Rock their world honey." He whispered in her ear. "And say hi to Quinn from me."
He stepped back while saying this and the look he gave Rachel made her think he was very aware of her confused feelings towards their former classmate.
"Will do." She answered before hugging him one last time.
Kurt waved at her until she entered the waiting room and left to sort out the details of his own show. His phone buzzed right after he got out of the taxi
"Good luck for your show tomorrow, see you on Tuesday to hear all about it ;) xxx"
Rachel had booked a day flight because she couldn't sleep in planes and she loved landing when it was night. Her plane flew over Paris around 10.30pm and by 11.15pm she was in a taxi that was taking her to her hotel. It was her third time in Paris and she had booked a room in her usual hotel Le Chat Noir. At first the fact that it was located right next to some of Pigalle's famous places disturbed her a bit but now that she was used to the peculiar location she just loved it. Moreover Montmartre was ten minutes away and that couldn't be disregarded. The staff welcomed her and asked her if it was a personal trip or if she was going to sing somewhere. She told them that she was a bit stressed out to sing at La Bonne Etoile but that she was glad to be in Paris again. She decided to quickly eat something at the bar before going to bed given that she hadn't eaten anything since she had boarded the plane. She wasn't usually picky but the food on the plane didn't look like anything good and it wasn't vegan anyway.
There were a few people enjoying the piano in the hotel's lobby from the bar. Rachel stood on a stool next to a very good looking brunette and thought that she could use some social time before her stressful evening of the day after. The brunette acknowledged her presence and politely smiled at her before turning her attention back to the piano. She had very nice eyes, Rachel noticed. During and after her meal she caught herself staring at the girl more than once. She had a beautiful red dress that complimented her body perfectly. It didn't take long for Rachel to wonder how she would look without the dress. She didn't like to admit it but it had almost become a habit to have one-night-stands before a show. It usually helped her relax a lot and boosted her ego like nothing else. She looked at the brunette again and waited for her to do the same. When the stranger finally noticed, Rachel held out her hand and said in a very good French
"Bonsoir, je m'appelle Rachel, enchantée de vous rencontrer. Aimeriez-vous aller prendre un verre?"**
The girl smiled and answered while shaking Rachel's hand
"Hi, I didn't get a single word you said but I'm pleased to meet you Rachel, I'm Olivia."
**"Hi, my name is Rachel, nice to meet you. Would you like to have a drink with me?"
