The next few days went without seeing each other. Rachel was busy with preparing for her new show and Quinn working double shifts because one of their colleague took sick. But they kept in touch through texts.

At the moment Quinn was in her kitchen making a light breakfast for herself, seeing as it was almost noon, she got off of her night shift at six am that morning. She was cutting up the onions, thinking of making a nice omelet when her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter.

Quickly she washed her hands, grabbing her phone, answering the call without knowing who it is.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Quinn." came the respond.

Quinn instantly smiled, hearing Rachel's cheerful voice on the other side of the line.

"Hi, Rach." Quinn was grinning from ear to ear. "What's up?"

Rachel gave a tired laugh, "I'm tired, that's all. The rehearsal ran late last night and I had to get up at six thirty this morning. You can imagine how lovely I look right now." Rachel chuckled jokingly.

Quinn shook her head, "Don't be silly. You always look beautiful, especially in the morning."

Rachel arched an eyebrow, "How do you know that? You've never seen me in the morning."

Quinn was glad they were talking on the phone, because Rachel couldn't see her blush bright red, "I-I may have seen some of your photo's in one of the magazines. You were going somewhere after you're workout."

"Quinn I have to admit, that's a little creepy." Rachel said, her tone full on teasing. "I didn't know you were one of those fans."

Quinn mouth hung open in shock, "Excuse me? What does that even mean?"

Rachel laughed, "You know, the ones that collect every picture of me. Then they fantasize about me, that we're friends, lovers or something. The little obsessive ones."

"Okay, first of all, I'm not collecting pictures of you! I was walking home and saw the magazine. And I went through it and saw you, that's it. I didn't even buy it!" She didn't say anything about the fantasies. "I thought you adore your fans, Ms. Berry?

Rachel chuckled, "Oh, I adore them. Believe me. But there are some of them that gives me the creeps. They can be really intense!"

Quinn's face turned serious, "Did they ever do anything to you?"

Rachel smiled at the protectiveness in Quinn's voice, "No, Quinn. They didn't. I have bodyguards for a reason. They're usually shy and nice but not on the red carpet."

"How can you stand those, anyway? I watched the Tony awards last year and on the red carpet the paparazzi were shouting like they thought people were deaf! I couldn't handle it! I'd think the cameras were on me every second."

"Well, yeah. It can be stressful but it's a part of my job. You can't avoid the cameras if you want to be famous. It's a package deal." Rachel said.

"You're probably right. How could I know anyway, I'm nowhere near famous. I don't think I want to be, to be honest."

Rachel worried her bottom lip between her teeth, "I'm sorry to say, Quinn, but I think you already are. Well just a little bit."

Quinn arched an eyebrow, "What do you mean? I'm not famous, Rachel."

"I know that, Quinn. But I am, that's why I called you. To talk about these pictures."

Quinn was officially confused, she didn't know what Rachel was talking about. Yeah, she knows that Rachel's a superstar but she was a no body, surely they aren't going to chase her, taking pictures. She didn't like the sound of that.

"What pictures, Rachel?"

Rachel sighed, "My manager, Tina called me today and said that there was several picture of us in Us Weekly. She sent me a copy and it was on our date. When we were walking home. They caught us holding hands but that's it!"

Quinn slowly sat down on the kitchen chair, tightening her grip on her cell phone, "That's great, just great."

"Look, that's not that big of a deal. We weren't kissing or doing anything inappropriate. I would get chewed out by Tina if it couldn't be fixed." Rachel tried to save the situation before it grow into an argument.

"How did they do that? I didn't see any paparazzi around." Quinn replied, her voice small.

Rachel smiled sadly, "That's the worst thing about them. They can disappear in a crowd so easily, you can't even notice them, till the pictures have already come out. Like now."

"What does this mean to you?" Quinn asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like to your carrier, does it mean anything? Good or bad?"

"Oh. Don't worry about that right now, okay? I wanted to call to see if you are free this afternoon? Maybe talk about this longer?"

"Ye-yeah, I'm free. Where do you want to go?"

"I thought this would be better discussed privately so my apartment for a change? I'll text you the address?"

"Okay."

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Half an hour later Quinn exited from a typical yellow New York City taxi, pulling her coat tighter around her body, protecting it from the cold. The weather slowly but surely started to become a little bit colder every day, after all it was the end of November, Christmas fast approaching. The entire city was dressed up in winter decoration, getting the people into the holiday spirit earlier than necessary. The shops filled with Santa Claus shaped chocolate, stuffed reindeers and a whole lot of Christmas lights.

The only thing missing was the snow. It was the only thing missing out of the beautiful New York City winter.

Quinn readjust her bag on her shoulder, looking up to the building in front of her. She was extremely nervous to be this close to where Rachel Berry lived. She dreamed about this moment since she knew who Rachel Berry is, but this wasn't a dream now. She was standing in front of her building, trying to calm down her rapidly beating heart before she had a heart attack right in the middle of the sideway.

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she walked to the front door. She opened the door and met who appeared to be a security guard, reading a newspaper behind the security desk. Quinn walked up to him, clearing her throat softly to gain his attention. The man lifted his head, looking straight into Quinn's eyes as he closed the newspaper.

"Can I help you?" He asked, with an old, rusty English accent.

"Yes, I'm looking for Rachel Berry's apartment."

The man nodded his head, opening a drawer, pulling out a thick book. He carefully placed it on the table, putting on his glasses, "What's your name?"

"Quinn Fabray." Quinn answered dutifully, curious why he needs her name.

The man looked down and started to go through several names in the book. He pointed his finger on the paper when he found her name. "You're on the list. Ms. Berry's apartment is on the top floor. You can't miss it, there's only one door on that level."

Quinn nodded her head, flashing him a polite small smile, "Thank you." She turned towards the stairs when the security guards voice stopped her.

"Miss, I would like to recommend you take the elevator. It's quite a long way up."

"Oh, thank you. I will." She smiled gratefully at the man, walking to the elevator, pressing the bottom, waiting for the door to open.

While she was waiting, her phone buzzed in her pocket, signaling she had a text. She pulled it out, her smile grow bigger when she saw the text was from Rachel.

3:34 pm – Hey. Are you here? If you're not than there is a security gurad in my building, I already told him your name. He'll tell you my door number. – R*

Quinn willed her fingers to warm up faster so she could reply correctly to Rachel.

3:36 pm – I'm here. I'm waiting for the elevator to show up. I'll be there shortly. – Q

3:37 pm – Great. Can't wait to see you ;) – R*

Quinn's face flushed at seeing the winking face on her screen. The elevator dinged, interrupting Quinn's thoughts about how bold Rachel is. She put away her phone as she stepped into the elevator.

A few minutes later Quinn stopped in front of a brown door. The security guard was right, you couldn't miss it. She shook her arms to get rid of the tingling in her nerves before knocking on the door.

The door opened and Quinn was greeted with the most beautiful woman in the world. Rachel was dressed comfortably, in skintight black sweatpants and a pink tank-top. Her chocolate brown hair was floating on her shoulders like waves. She was wearing a gentle smile on her perfect lips.

"Hey, Quinn." She was grinning, now, from ear to ear. Bouncing on her heels back and forth.

"Hey." Quinn greeted.

Rachel waved her hand, motioning for Quinn to come inside, "Come in." She stepped aside.

Quinn flashed a smile as she stepped inside the apartment. It was really big with a lot of windows along one wall, letting in the natural light. The first place you see is the living room, where two big couches accompanied a love seat, facing a big flat screen HD TV against the wall. The walls were painted a calming white-ish color, while the furniture's were dark brown.

"You have a lovely home." Quinn, with Rachel's help, took off her coat, while admiring the area before her.

Rachel placed the coat in the closet, than stepped next to Quinn with a beaming smile on her face, "Thank you. I worked really hard for it to look like this." Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand, leading her into the living room and sitting her down on the couch. "Do you want something to drink? Water or perhaps soda?"

Quinn looked up to Rachel, "Water would be great."

"Okay, then. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." Rachel turned around, disappearing into the kitchen.

Quinn looked around and saw some magazines on the coffee table. She crossed her legs and picked up one, leaning back and going through it effortlessly. When she was on the page thirteen she was met with the very pictures of why she was there in Rachel's apartment. It was clearly the paparazzi took this picture while they were on their date; they were both in their dresses, looking like a happy couple, holding hands.

Rachel arrived back with two glasses of water, placing them on the coffee table in front of Quinn, as she sat down beside her. She noticed the intense gaze in the blonde's eyes, seeing the magazine that she left there in her hands.

"See, they aren't really that bad. When Tina called me I automatically assumed the worst." Rachel explained, "Then I thought we didn't do anything. We're just holding hands. But what do you think?"

"You look amazing in that dress, that's what I think."

Rachel blushed a bit as she shifted closer to Quinn, "We look like an angel and a devil. I'm just missing the tail. But it's the perfect combination in my opinion."

Quinn snorted, "Yeah, right. I look like an angel who got into a fight and lost. Look at my nose; it's a nasty purple bruise."

Rachel gently swatted Quinn on the arm, "Don't be like that. You look beautiful. Anyway in a week or two the bruise will fade away and you'll be good as new."

"I hope. It's sucks to be in the car all the time." At Rachel's confused expression Quinn explained, "Puck wouldn't let me out the car to help him. The other day we saw the same man who did this to my face and Puck actually told me not to leave the car."

"Did he catch him?" Rachel asked as she grabbed one of the glasses and took a sip.

Quinn shook her head, "No, he didn't. Apparently the guy knew New York better than him and got away down some alley. I just don't understand, why would he go back to where we first attempted to arrest him? It doesn't make any sense to me. I would continue to sell the drug as far away as I could."

Rachel placed the glass down on the table, pulling her legs under her, giving Quinn her undivided attention. "I don't know how a criminal thinks, but I'm glad Puck didn't let you get hurt. I don't like the thought of you being hurt."

Quinn's softened gaze turned to Rachel, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm good at what I'm doing and so is Puck. We're a great team, always having each other's back."

"Good but can't you like call for back up? I don't know what to do in a situation like that. I'm just curious." Rachel shifted closer to Quinn, placing her hand on the blonde's thigh, unknowingly setting Quinn's body on fire.

Quinn swallowed, willing her brain to make correct sentences, "It won't be wise to call back up for one person. Plus he's not that dangerous, he didn't have a gun when we saw him last so we can totally take him next time."

Rachel nodded, moving her thumbs back at forth on Quinn's thigh, "That's good to know. So I don't have to worry about you being in the hospital, right?"

Quinn chuckled, "Believe it or not that was my first fight in action. I'm usually the one who's doing the beating." She smirked at Rachel.

"Don't be cocky about that kind of things. I believe in Karma so don't do that. So anyway, I was thinking, since you said you're free and this is my only day off for two weeks, Mercedes and Kurt wanted to go out. There's an open mic night tonight, in this place call The Red Lion and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?"

Quinn swallowed nervously, "I'll be meeting with your friends?"

Rachel chuckled, "Of course, silly. But don't worry they're sweethearts. They'll love you. But if it makes you feel better you could invite Puck or anybody you want."

Quinn nodded, "Okay, I can do that. Do you mind if I invite Santana?"

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, "whose Santana?"

"She's a friend of mine. We met in college, but just so you know if Santana is coming then Brittany will be as well." At Rachel confused face, Quinn added, "Her girlfriend. But she's the sweetest person you've ever meet."

"Yeah, sure. Mercedes going to pick me up at eight, so why don't you go home and get ready? I'll text you the address and we'll meet there." Rachel said.

"Do I have to sing?" Quinn asked, dreadfully. She wasn't that big of a singer and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Rachel and her friends.

Rachel smiled, lovingly at Quinn. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. But I want a dance, at least."

"Deal." Quinn smiled back, looking down to her lap, where the magazine still lay, "W-what about the pictures? Are you sure you want to be seen with me? Maybe we should lay low for now until the news blow over."

Rachel grabbed Quinn hands as she shook her head, "No, absolutely not! I'm not going to let some pictures get in the way of our time together. I don't care about what people think, Quinn. This is my life and I'm going to do whatever I please. I'm not embarrassed to be seen with you so knock that thought out of your head right now."

Quinn playfully hit her head, demonstrating to Rachel and said, "Okay, empty."

Rachel grinned back at Quinn, happy that she could see the blonde joking around with her, "You're not normal, I swear."

"Maybe, but that's why you like me. Beside no body's normal, everybody has a little crazy in them. Nobody should be so serious all the time. Am I right?" Quinn asked, throwing the magazine on the coffee table, turning back to Rachel, grinning.

Rachel instead of replying, she just smiled at Quinn, "You are." She checked the time on her wrist watch, "Maybe you should go get ready. I usually take forever to pick out an outfit, that's why I have a lot of stylists." She stood up and grabbed the glasses of water, carrying them in to the kitchen, placing them in the sink. She turned around to see Quinn walking toward the closet.

Quinn opened the closet and grabbed her coat, putting it on. When she was dressed properly for the weather, she look at Rachel, "So you'll send me the address, right?"

Rachel nodded, walking closer "Of course, I'll see you there. And don't be late."

"Don't worry, I won't." Quinn walked out the door.

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Thank you guys for reading! I'm sorry for any mistakes that I've made. I don't own anything. The Red Lion club, I googled it so I don't own that either…Please, tell me your ideas where do you want the story to go…I'm open for anything. Thank you.