Chapter 24
Six months later
A widely smiling Rachel Berry was staring back at her from a slightly wrinkled poster attached to a dirty wall lining one of the many streets of New York City. "Back to School" was written in golden letters on a dark blue background. At the bottom of the poster, four stars and the words 'Takes you back in time' had been underlined boldly. Quinn had been standing in front of the poster for over five minutes already, failing to notice that she was effectively blocking the way and people were giving her annoyed looks whenever they passed by.
Rachel must've made it after all. Quinn smiled at her ex-girlfriend's face placed in the center of the poster. She was surrounded by smaller figures who looked oddly like some of the glee club members. There was a good-looking guy in a football jacket, a blonde woman in a cheerleader's uniform and a couple of guys in nerd-fashion.
Just when Quinn's eyes travelled back to Rachel, her phone started buzzing and she reached into her pocket to take the call.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, it's Ted, the event manager for the premiere on Saturday. We talked before."
"Yes, I remember," Quinn replied, giving the poster and Rachel a last glance before she slowly started walking down the street.
"I just wanted to let you know that the event will start seven p.m. sharp and you'll be expected on the red carpet around thirty minutes prior."
"What?" Quinn furrowed her brows. "I am just the score composer. Why do I have to walk the red carpet?"
"I guess the director wants you to," Ted explained. "You're an up and coming star in your field anyways. And this movie is expected to become a box-office success."
"If you feel uncomfortable, you can just skip the red carpet," he added when Quinn didn't say anything for a moment.
"No, no. It's okay," Quinn hurried to reply. "I'll be there."
"Okay, great."
"Seven p.m., right?" she asked.
"Yes. Any significant other you'd like to bring?"
Quinn let out a long breath while she shook her head, only realizing after a second, that Ted couldn't see her.
"No."
When Quinn hung up, Ted's question continued to echo through her head and she couldn't help but remember the day she had last seen Rachel…
XVXVX
Quinn had just stepped out of the building in which the production company had their headquarters, when her phone vibrated. She almost dropped the device as she saw it was a text from Rachel. She hesitated for a moment before she opened the message.
"I'm coming to LA this weekend. I want to talk to you. I hope that's okay with you."
Quinn stared at the three short sentences all the way to her apartment. She became sweaty even though the weather was rather cool compared to the prior months.
When she entered her tiny apartment, she sat on the edge of the sofa and worried her lower lip as she continued to stare at the screen. After a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath and typed with shaky fingers:
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to see you."
A tear ran down her face when the message was marked as read and 'typing' appeared below Rachel's name. The blonde pressed her lips together to prevent herself from sobbing while she selected the settings and blocked Rachel before she could finish writing her answer. Quinn threw the phone towards the other end of the sofa and buried her head in her hands.
She felt terrible for treating Rachel that way, but she was still so incredibly hurt. She hadn't heard from Rachel in weeks and now she suddenly wanted to see her? Quinn dug her fingernails into the flesh of her palms until it hurt. Of course she wanted to see Rachel. She missed her more than anything, but there had to be limit for the rejection and hurt she could take. Rachel had rejected her more than once and her trust in the other woman was gone. Quinn had to put herself first. Just this once. She knew she had to protect her heart or she would go crazy.
She felt like screaming and running until her legs wouldn't carry her anymore, but instead she got up quietly and sat down in front of her piano and started playing all the songs that wouldn't remind her of Rachel.
The weekend in LA was rainy, a rare occurrence nowadays. Quinn pulled up the zipper of her red rain coat as she hurried out of the supermarket next to her apartment building. She was just about to enter into the small yard that enclosed the building, when she noticed a figure sitting on one of the benches lining the paved driveway. She halted her steps abruptly and ducked behind a parked car.
Rachel had somehow gotten her address and had really come to see her. The brunette didn't have an umbrella, so her hair stuck to her face and her clothes were all wet. Yet, Rachel didn't seem to mind; she was sitting still, only occasionally wiping some rainwater from her face.
Quinn gripped her umbrella tighter. She could just walk over to the brunette, cover them both with her umbrella and talk to her. Or she could just walk away, leave her past behind and move on with her life. Rachel surely wouldn't sit there forever.
A few minutes later, the rain still hadn't abated. Rachel rose her head and looked towards the line of parked cars. She thought she had seen a movement from the corner of eye. But even when she squinted, there was no one there.
XVXVX
When Quinn passed by the cafe Rachel had used to work in, she slowly began regretting her decision to come back to New York. Each and every corner would somehow evoke an image of Rachel. The only thing missing would be accidentally running into her, Quinn thought. But in a huge city like New York the chances were almost nonexistent, so she probably wouldn't need to worry about that.
She halted her steps in front of the cafe and looked through the dusty window, which was decorated with flowers. Dim light shone through the glass, creating a long shadow of herself behind her. It was as if the light was magically drawing her close. Sucking her inside the cafe without a chance to fight it.
"One matcha latte with an espresso shot please," she said to the middle-aged woman working behind the counter. Even in her she saw Rachel's face. She remembered the time Rachel made that exact drink for her, smiling at her and kissing her cheek. Quinn shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts as well.
"Okay, no sugar then," the cashier said.
"W-what?" Quinn asked.
"I asked you if you wanted sugar," the woman said in a slightly annoyed tone.
"Yes, but just a little bit."
When Quinn turned around, she almost dropped her drink at yet another sight of Rachel's face. She briefly closed her eyes in hopes to escape the fantasy, but when she opened them again, it was still right in front of her.
"Quinn?!" a familiar voice said.
Quinn's eyes wandered to the left and she almost dropped her drink again.
"L-Lola?" she stuttered. Then her eyes went back to Rachel and she finally realized that she was standing in front of her for real.
"Oh my god, Quinn. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Lola said and pulled Quinn into a hug.
Quinn couldn't reply because her eyes were fixed on Rachel, who still hadn't said anything.
"Hi," Quinn said and raised her hand awkwardly.
"Hi," Rachel replied and gave her a smile, but she seemed to focus on a spot somewhere behind Quinn.
"You look good." And she really did. There was a different aura around her.
"I've been doing therapy," Rachel replied as if that would explain everything.
"I see."
There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Quinn finally noticed the greatest oddity about the situation. "Wait, why are you two hanging out together?"
"We kind of became friends after you left," Lola replied. "We tried to catch you at the airport that day, but we were too late. Right, Rachel?"
Rachel was visibly uncomfortable as she nodded and mumbled. "Yeah."
"You did?" Quinn asked incredulously. She had thought Rachel hadn't even cared that she left.
"So what brings you to New York?" Lola asked.
"The movie I wrote the score for has premiere this weekend," Quinn replied. "I'll just be here for a couple of days."
Quinn's eyes wandered back to Rachel's, but the moment their eyes met, the brunette averted hers. Yet, the brief contact was enough to send Quinn's heart jumping all over her chest.
"Congrats on your show," she said. "I knew you'd get there one day."
"Thanks," Rachel mumbled. "But it's nothing big, really."
"Nothing big?" Lola intervened. "It's Broadway. And critics love you. You're a star, Miss Berry." She turned towards Quinn. "You should definitely watch her show. It's fantastic."
Quinn hesitated to reply, but Rachel was faster than her anyways. "You don't have to, really. I don't think you'd want to see me...on stage."
Quinn swallowed, but she managed to retain her composure.
"Uhm, I have some work to do, so I'll better go," Quinn said. "Maybe we can catch up later," she smiled at Lola, who only raised an eyebrow.
She forced herself to smile and took a step forward. "See you soon."
Just when she reached for the handle of the front door, she heard Rachel's voice behind her.
"Quinn, wait!"
Slowly, she turned around and looked at Rachel, who didn't avert her eyes this time.
"Maybe we can meet and talk sometime?"
Quinn had always been able to read in Rachel's eyes like in an open book. She clearly saw the conflicting mixture of hurt and hope in them. She knew it would only take a word to crush that hope, but she didn't say it.
"I'll think about it," she replied.
"Will you?" Rachel asked, her expression unchanged.
"Yes." Quinn held her gaze for another second, before she turned around and walked out the door, into the warm summer evening.
XVXVXV
"Whassup bitch?" Santana said, looking uninterested, before she broke into a wide smile and flung her arms around Quinn.
"Mee too!" Brittany shrieked and joined them in their hug, only to press them so close together, Quinn was about to ask for air when she finally let them go.
"Come inside." Quinn stepped back and let them walk into the luxurious hotel room the production company had sponsored for her.
"Wow, I see you're living the good life, Q," Santana remarked while she looked around.
"Look there's even snacks," Brittany exclaimed in awe and rushed towards the table to get a better look at the selection.
"I ordered some snacks and wine," Quinn smiled. "Only the best for you."
"Okay, you can stop bragging now," Santana rolled her eyes. "We get that you're rich now."
They sat down at the table and Quinn poured her friends some wine. The hotel boy had told her it was one of the best they offered. When Brittany took the bottle in order to fill Quinn's glass, Quinn stopped her. "I don't drink wine." She reached for the ice tea and smiled at Brittany. "This one's better for me."
"Good girl," Santana said, not able to hide the happiness behind her facade of disinterest. "Was it hard to quit?"
"A little," Quinn smiled, not wanting to explore the details of her joining the As for a couple of sessions. But eventually she had found that working out had worked better for her. She traded the bottle for great legs and didn't regret it for a second.
"So where is Rachel?" Brittany asked. "I miss her."
"Britts, I told you they broke up," Santana hissed, before she glanced at Quinn.
"But why don't they make up, so they can be together again?" Brittany pouted. "Like we did?"
"Because we are not as confident as you guys," Quinn replied and gave Brittany a sad smile.
They fell silent for a couple of moments, each of them taking a sip of their drink. "You want her back?" Santana asked suddenly, causing Quinn to choke on her ice tea. She coughed a few times before she replied: "I don't know. But even if I wanted it would be a mistake. It's obvious we're not meant to be."
Santana looked at her for a long moment. "Whose decision is that? If you want it and if she wants it, then it's meant to be."
Quinn swirled the ice tea in its glass and watched the sole ice cube slowly melting away. "It's not always that easy."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Sometimes you're a bigger drama queen than Berry."
"And sometimes you're a bigger asshole than Puck," Quinn retorted. The two friends looked at each other angrily for a couple of seconds before they burst into laughter.
"At least none of you wears sweats or tracksuits," Brittany commented while she chewed on a piece of baguette with salmon.
XVXVX
The premiere had gone smoothly and Quinn had even managed to smile at the photographers and fans that had gathered along the red carpet. A few people even wanted her autograph, but Quinn wasn't sure whether they actually knew who she were. She had managed to get tickets for her mom and sister, as well as for Brittany and Santana and though Santana said she hated the movie because the male protagonist 'was obnoxious and greasy with a trouty mouth bigger than Sam's' she had admitted she had enjoyed the music.
Now they were gathered at the after-party, each holding a glass of champagne and Quinn one filled with juice. "This is the most boring party I've ever been at," Brittany complained. "No one's dancing."
"I agree," Santana looked around, not even one bit impressed by the celebrities mixing among the party guests.
"Wow, look! There's Rachel Bloom and Gabrielle Ruiz," Quinn's sister Frannie gasped and poked her in the side. "Do you think I can try to talk to them?"
Quinn rubbed her rips and shrugged. "You can try. Maybe you're lucky."
When her sister and her mom went to make some celebrity friends, Santana leaned over to her. "How about ditching these people and go to a real party? You know the kind where people dance and behave like horny animals."
"You mean a club?"
"Of course I mean a club," Santana deadpanned. "So what do you think?"
"I don't know," Quinn bit her lower lip as she through about Santana's suggestion.
"Oh come on. Who knows when we'll be hanging out like this again? All three of us together?" Santana slung her arm around Quinn's shoulders and wiggled her eyebrows.
"I guess I can't say no to that," Quinn sighed while Brittany clapped in excitement.
XVXVX
"This place isn't bad for a normal club," Kurt appreciated, surrounding the word normal with air quotation marks. "Gay clubs have better music though."
"This isn't a normal club," Lola said and also put a pair of air quotation marks around normal. "It's for anyone and everyone who wants to dance and have fun. Everything else doesn't matter."
"I'm so glad you're not living with Mrs. Green anymore," Kurt remarked. "You never joined parties when you lived with her."
Rachel just rolled her eyes. "Let's not talk about her." She took a sip from her Cuba Libre while she looked around a little intimidated. "I haven't been to a real club in quite a while. I'm not sure I can dance anymore," she said.
"Don't worry about that," Kurt placed his hand on her shoulder and pointed at himself. "Me and this friend here," he pointed at the cocktail in Rachel's hand, "will surely make you dance."
He looked at Lola and the two shared a meaningful look, making Rachel wonder if something was going on she didn't know about. But she quickly forgot about it when a new song was played. Yet another EDM song dealing with love. She sighed. She hadn't heard from Quinn again, so she had been quite depressed the past couple of days. Thankfully her therapist had prevented her from sliding into another depressive slump over it.
When Lola had suddenly suggested to go clubbing together, her first impulse had been to decline, but the more she had thought about it, the more the image of thinking about something else than Quinn had started to appeal to her.
And Kurt had been right. Just half an hour and another cocktail later she found herself in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with Kurt and Lola, just feeling the music and the movements of her body. She wasn't drunk, but sufficiently intoxicated to let go of her fears and reluctance.
When the DJ started mixing some reggaeton into the song selection, people's dance moves became more physical and Rachel had a hard time escaping some notorious guys, who didn't seem to notice or mind her disinterest in them. When one of them started dancing into her direction again, a tall and slender woman suddenly intercepted his movements and pulled Rachel into her arms, twirling her around. Rachel couldn't believe her eyes when she recognized Brittany.
"What are you doing here?!" she shouted over the music.
"I'm dancing!" Brittany replied with a wide smile. "And you?"
"I guess, I'm dancing too!" Rachel laughed. "Is Santana here too?"
Brittany didn't reply but lifted her from the ground, whirled them around and let her go a few feet towards the middle of the dance floor, where Rachel ran straight into Santana's arms. The Latina had a devilish grin on her face as she leaned forward and shouted into Rachel's ear: "Have fun Berry, and don't mess it up!" Then she took Rachel's hand and walked another couple of steps towards the middle of the dance floor. Since she was taller than Rachel, the diva wasn't able to see where they were going.
Santana turned around once more and grinned. Then she tapped someone's shoulder and quickly stepped out of the way. Rachel froze when she saw the person turning around was Quinn. The blonde equally halted her movements, her mouth slightly agape.
Rachel glanced around, but Santana had already disappeared into the crowd. When she looked back at Quinn she couldn't help but take in her beauty. She was wearing a red dress that looked expensive and her hair was beautifully curled, making her look like some kind of princess.
The two looked at each other and suddenly it was as if the music were muted and the people around them blurred and became one with the background. That was until someone bumped into Rachel from behind and made her trip forward, right into Quinn.
"Sorry," Rachel mouthed and only now she noticed that Quinn had placed her hands on her arms to prevent her from falling. In a sober state she probably would've taken a step back, but the second drink had gotten in her head and made her bolder than she was. Or maybe as bold as she actually was. Instead of retreating she closed their distance some more and placed her hands on Quinn's shoulders.
Quinn looked surprised, scared even, but she didn't shriek back either. "Can I have just this one dance?" Rachel asked.
Quinn nodded and placed her hands on Rachel's waist. Her touch was light like a butterfly's feet on a flower petal.
"This isn't exactly the kind of music I was hoping for, but I can work with it!" Rachel shouted over the loud EDM music. Quinn looked at her for a second before she started laughing and Rachel couldn't even remember when she had seen her laughing like that the last time. It was as if she had discovered a new Quinn. One that had been hidden under layers and layers of the misery Rachel had projected onto her.
Quinn's touch around her waist became firmer and Rachel really had to restrain herself not to lean into her and kiss her. She still loved Quinn, so much was sure. And she wanted nothing more than to talk to her about what had happened and how she had changed. But she wasn't sure whether Quinn would listen. Whether there was anything left between them that would be worth to get her hopes up one last time.
For now all she could do was to enjoy the moment, look up into Quinn's eyes and engrave every detail of her face into her memory, so she could recall it in case she would never see her again.
Rachel bit her lower lip while she wondered whether she should just try to lean forward. Just a little bit. There wasn't anything to lose, right? She slowly shifted her weight forward until there was less than an inch of sticky air left between their torsos. Quinn didn't make any move to come closer herself, but at least she didn't back away.
Rachel's eyes were wandering along Quinn's neck, over her lips, her nose and finally she was meeting her eyes again.
"Rachel," Quinn said so quietly, Rachel could only interpret the movements of her mouth. Feeling bold, the brunette pulled Quinn a little closer, her heart beating rapidly when she noticed Quinn was slowly lowering her head towards her lips.
Rachel closed her eyes in anticipation, but then Quinn's warmth was gone.
"I'm sorry, I can't," the blonde said before she pushed Rachel away and disappeared in the crowd.
Rachel remained frozen in place, until she felt strong arms, which she recognized as Kurt's wrapping around her. When she looked up she saw Santana, Brittany and Lola all looking at her with sympathy. Of course they had planned the whole thing. If she hadn't been as devastated as she was, she would've rolled her eyes at the obviousness of their actions.
"I knew Q would act like a coward once again," Santana said and shook her head.
"What are you waiting for?" Brittany asked. "You should go after her!" Lola nodded in agreement.
Rachel looked up at Kurt who hadn't said anything yet. "What do you think?"
"Give it one last try. And if she doesn't want to talk, it's time to forget her once and for all."
Rachel nodded before she slipped out of his embrace.
"She went that way." Santana pointed towards the club's exit.
While Rachel made her way outside, people pushed into her from all sides, dancing and laughing as if they hadn't even one worry in the world. When she had finally reached the entrance and pushed the door open, she was met with cool air and a sight that sent her right down the memory lane with images as vivid as if it had been only yesterday.
XVXVX
Summer 2013
When she stepped outside the restaurant, it was already dark outside and a cool breeze instantly cooled the sweat that had accumulated in her neck.
She looked around until she saw the white of Quinn's dress standing out from the dark. The blonde had rested her back against the post of a street light. One of her knees was bend, the sole of her converse flat against the post. Her hair had grown again, almost reaching her shoulder blades. She was looking at the sky and seemed to be thinking about something.
Rachel made a few steps in her direction, quietly and tentatively, as if she were afraid to ruin the most beautiful scene she had ever witnessed.
"Hey," she said.
Quinn turned around in surprise. "Rachel?"
Rachel smiled timidly as she stepped closer. "Feeling suffocated again?" she asked.
"Yeah," Quinn admitted.
"How have you been?" she asked quietly.
"Not bad," Quinn replied. She seemed a little awkward and insecure, so Rachel started wondering whether she might not want to talk to her. Maybe she should've let her alone. Yet, something in Quinn's expression told her that she shouldn't go away. At least for the moment.
Rachel followed Quinn's gaze and to her surprise she could make out countless stars scattered over the dark sky. Living in a city like New York, she had almost forgotten how a star-lit night sky looked like.
"I'm sorry," Rachel said.
"For what?" Quinn asked and Rachel could feel her eyes burning into her profile.
"For failing at the whole being-a-friend-thing. I wanted to see you, but-"
"It's okay," Quinn said. "I know you're busy. Becoming a star and all that stuff."
Rachel had nothing to say to that, because it was true. She thought she would be proud telling her friends she was too occupied to do anything other than follow her dream, but all she felt was emptiness. She wished she could just come home to somebody who would hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay instead of meeting people she didn't like just for the sake of growing her network. Yet she felt farer than ever from achieving her dream.
"Can I ask you something?" Quinn's voice cut through the silence.
Rachel detached her gaze from the sky and looked at the blonde. Had the tiny wrinkle under her left eye always been there? Or had it appeared during the one year she didn't see her? Rachel wondered whether she looked any different in Quinn's eyes.
"Sure," she said.
"Uhm, I know you probably don't really care about it, but do you remember our promise?"
"The one we made on graduation day?" Rachel asked, her heart hammering in her chest. "Of course I do," she replied and directed her gaze towards her black ballerina flats. "How could I forget?"
She knew what Quinn's next question would be. She closed her eyes briefly, imagining what it might be like if she told her the whole truth about how she felt at the moment.
"You're seeing someone, right?" Quinn asked quietly.
Rachel hesitated. She thought of Quinn and herself holding hands, walking through central park on a sunny day in autumn. She thought about coming home after her unforgiving instructor scolded her singing once more and finding Quinn there, a book and a cup of tea in front of her. Then she thought about the guy she was seeing in order to advance her musical career. She thought about his large Rolex, metallic and flashy. And she thought about his abs he liked to show off on Facebook, but she found them disgusting.
Her heart knew what she liked better, but her lips formed a quiet: "Yeah."
She still couldn't bear to look at Quinn, but she could almost hear the blonde's heart break once more. Her 'I thought so' didn't sound very convincing in Rachel's ears. If only she had given Quinn a chance back then. Back in high school when things had been so much easier.
"How about you?" Rachel asked, even though she knew it didn't matter anymore.
"I had someone I was seeing for a while, but we didn't really connect. I ended it some time ago," Quinn replied and Rachel wasn't sure whether she felt relieved or sad to hear that.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, because it was what people said in situations like this.
"No, I'm happy being single," Quinn said. "And of course I know that our promise was only meant as a joke." She laughed while Rachel's heart sunk. She had thought it would've meant something to her. That she meant something to her. But apparently the impression that Quinn still liked her somehow had been wrong. Maybe it was better that way. At least it would imply that Rachel hadn't broken her heart once again and that she didn't have to feel guilty about the things she said earlier.
"Yeah, I know," Rachel just mumbled.
"So tell me about that boy of yours," Quinn said.
"He's just a guy from NYADA," Rachel lied. She didn't want to talk about it and hoped she would stop asking.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Quinn getting into an upright position, her white dress almost glowing in the dark. She looked like an angel. A car approached and as the headlights reached them, for a brief second she could make out every tiny detail of Quinn's face. If she reached out just a little bit she would be able to touch her cheek. How would it feel beneath her palm?
"Does he love you?" Quinn asked before the short illumination was over and they were left in darkness again.
"I don't know," Rachel replied. 'Most probably not,' she thought.
Quinn came even closer, but didn't seem to have any intention to touch Rachel. "Do you love him?"
Rachel just looked at the blonde. How could she respond to that? No, she didn't. But what would that say about her and the person she had become? She figured it was too late for the truth now, so it might be better to just keep quiet.
Rachel looked into Quinn's eyes, which were looking back at her as they always had. Why hadn't she seen it before? There is was, just waiting to be discovered. The hurt, the disappointment, but also traces of affection.
Rachel wanted to tell her 'Don't wait for me. I'm not worth it', but she couldn't, because her heart screamed 'Don't forget me, Quinn!'.
"You're still the prettiest girl I've ever met, you know?" she said quietly.
'Please don't forget me,' she thought while she broke through the invisible wall between them and placed her lips on Quinn's.
When she felt Quinn's lips on hers, she realized that this was right. That this was the way it was supposed to feel. However, she couldn't allow herself to delve deeper into that feeling. And she couldn't get Quinn's hopes up. She had to end it before it began. So she pulled back and turned around quickly, because she didn't want to see the confusion in Quinn's eyes.
"I'll better go back inside," she mumbled and ignored Quinn calling her name to hold her back even though it pierced right through her heart. A tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away before she entered the restaurant.
'I'm sorry,' she said so quietly, it never reached Quinn's ears.
XVXVX
As Rachel approached Quinn, her heart started beating faster and her palms grew sweaty.
Quinn was leaning against a wall near the club entrance, surrounded by a couple of people who had come out to catch some fresh air. She was looking at the night sky, even though there were no stars to see.
Rachel leaned against the wall next to her and cleared her throat. Quinn flinched but she didn't walk away.
"You found me," she stated.
"I always do."
"No, you don't."
"Right," Rachel sighed. "I don't."
Silence fell over them as Rachel tried to form a clear thought. "No cigarette?" she asked eventually.
"I quit," Quinn replied.
"Good," Rachel tried to smile, but it didn't work. "I went to LA to see you."
Quinn lowered her head and looked at the ground. "I know."
"You know?" Rachel asked in surprise.
"I saw you."
Neither of them said anything for a minute. The dull bass coming from the club mixed with people talking near them, which made it hard for Rachel to concentrate. She sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"Why didn't you want to see me?"
Quinn rose hear head and looked at her. "I had to forget you. I couldn't get over you for years. This time I really needed to do it for my own sake."
"And did you?" Rachel asked. "Get over me, I mean?"
Quinn looked at her for a long moment. "No," she replied eventually before she turned around and walked away.
A/N: Well, not everything is easily resolved right away, but there will be answers for everybody. Look forward to the next chapter! There are 3 to 4 left now. Btw, if any of you happens to be based in Berlin, Germany, send me a PM, because I'd love to make a Faberry friend.