To say that Rachel was surprised to see Quinn sitting in front of her apartment waiting for her despite that it was nearly midnight would be a lie. But it still felt odd to see Quinn without her uniform on, and while she understood that Quinn was on vacation. She was certain that Quinn was supposed to have gone back to Europe by now. The distance and the lack of mind-blowing sex, was supposed to give her a clarity to determine where she wanted to take her relationship with Quinn.

It wasn't as if Quinn was completely forthcoming either, she didn't know what Quinn's plans were which was also problematic. "I almost feel like I should give you a key, I'm sure the neighbors think that I have a stalker." She motions for Quinn to give her space to open the door to her apartment. "How's your sister?"

Quinn made a face, as she followed Rachel inside and closed the door. "I don't know. No one is giving me any information, and it's all hands on deck with the Templars. They are not going to take this attack laying down. My grandfather suspects I may have had something to do with it."

"You did have something to do with it." Rachel reminded her. "And I'm proud of you for standing up for what's right. You saw the images that Titan produced for justification, the head of Child Protective Services had a press conference the other day and was just in tears, about what had happened to the kids. The entire world is paying attention as it should. And you're the whistleblower that brought it to the forefront of the world's consciousness."

Quinn frowned, it was highly classified information that they had lost nearly eighty people in the attacks, and the guilt was eating at her. No one was supposed to have gotten hurt. She may not be a believer in everything that the Templars stood for, but she hadn't wanted Templars to die. They were still her brother and sisters in arms. "I'm just surprised you haven't said I told you so. That the Templars were as corrupt and as broken as you always said they were."

"Do you want me to say I told you so?" Rachel challenges turning to look at Quinn. "All that matters to me is that you saw them for what they were. I just disagree with your decision to leave them to burn. I think if there isn't someone as honest as you, things would be much worse. They would never have let those kids go and they would be stuck there, tortured, experimented on, and god knows whatever else. You did the right thing, don't you dare think otherwise."

"Eighty Templars are dead." Quinn blurted out, causing Rachel to turn to her sharply. Now she had Rachel's attention. "I feel guilty because they're dead and I suspect that Charlie did something. I gave her information on how to hurt the Templars and if anyone has a legitimate gripe, if anyone has the right of retaliation it's Charlie. I should have gone elsewhere. Charlie was too close to it. But I thought if anyone could do it quickly and quietly it was her."

It takes Rachel a moment to piece together the information that Quinn has given her. "Are you certain that Charlie had something to do with it? It's not as if being a Templar is the safest job around. You told me about Joe, how he lost a leg in action."

"Sam cut it off—which is besides the point Rachel. I should have been there leading that team, I shouldn't have left it all to Charlie and right now I want to talk to her. The Templar's are already getting all riled up, some are demanding blood. Sure it seems good in hindsight, but what if I started something worse."

"They were experimenting on children Quinn, anything you did, it was for the greater good. You know what was happening with Charlie and that was with your father's 'protection'. You did the right thing, and if the consequences are that the Templars attempt to launch some sort of attack against Charlie—well the world will not stand for it. She's a hero, and those pictures and video are devastating." Rachel frowned when Quinn doesn't seem to be convinced. She knew that Quinn had done the right thing, and this waffling, this back and forth that Quinn was doing, letting the guilt get to her.

"I didn't want people to die. I'm sure I've fought with some of these Templars, or trained with them. Violence here, means that there is only going to be more violence later. And who in the world do you think they'd target? Or blame. It's going to be the magic-touched." There was a delicate balance that she had upended and then stomped on, and the consequences as she saw them would be dire.

Rachel moves to sit on the couch and pats the chair gently, "You don't know what happened Quinn, and you're working yourself into knots. I mean I only met your sister for a few minutes but she doesn't strike me as a hardened killer. This may not be what you think it is, but this is why you're needed more than ever in the Templars."

"If I worked for Titan—"

"As much as I believe that Titan will play a part in shaping how people see magic-touched. They are a business Quinn, I hardly think that privatizing what the Templar's do is the right way forward. You go everywhere, exorcists in the middle of nowhere, you deal with poor people and think of all the good that you do." When Quinn rests her head on Rachel's lap she rubs at it gently.

"And how do you propose we do that?"

"Oversight. Civilian and government oversight." Rachel shrugged, "I spent most of my youth being an activist. I chose a cause that I saw worthy, I know the Santana's of the world wish that the Templars were gone, there is plenty of bad blood but the only person right now who can lead them into the future."

Quinn closed her eyes enjoying the gentle touch for a moment, "Why do you have so much faith in me? Faith that I can fix this clusterfuck? I caused it."

Rachel was quiet for a moment debating her answer. "I have faith in you. I mean given the circumstances of our relationship—which wasn't founded on trust, I imagine, this is a surprise to you. It certainly it is to me. But I know you want to do the right thing, I see that and I can't imagine the immense pressure you're putting on yourself."

"If I make the wrong decision people die, they get hurt. Joe. These Templars—"

The stress was eating at her, and she could see it clearly. "Take a breath," Rachel murmurs calmly, watching as Quinn does just that. "You've always done this, taken the world on your shoulders. None of this is your fault, you did the right thing. And I know your job is dangerous—I understand wanting everything to be perfect. I understand getting stressed when things don't go perfectly and while my career doesn't have the high stakes of yours, I feel like it does when the rehearsals don't show the work and thought I put into them. I needed to learn that I couldn't control every little thing, and while that may be different on the battlefield, it's the same thing in principle."

Quinn nods closing her eyes and simply relaxing, this felt nice. Too nice, she opens her eyes and looks at Rachel. "I should be the one pampering you—you were just on stage singing your heart out. I'm sorry—"

"You had a terrible day, its fine. You can make it up to me later—" when Quinn smiles at her she can't help but roll her eyes. "Not sexually. We probably shouldn't do that until after we figure out what this is. I do miss you Quinn and I'm glad you're finally open and living your best life but—"

"It doesn't change the damage of the past," Quinn finishes for her.

"No. It really doesn't."

Quinn nods and lays back down and lets Rachel play with her hair, "Would it help to know that I'm not the same person I was?"

Rachel lets out a small laugh at this, "Then you should know that I'm not the same person either."

Quinn bites her lip, before sitting up and turning to look at Rachel, and sticks out her hand. "Hi, I'm Lucy Quinn Fabray, I'm currently a Templar who is in the middle of an existential crisis of sorts."

Rachel blinks twice and looks at the hand before shaking her head, and taking it. "Rachel Barbra Berry, I'm currently starring in a Broadway production of Gypsy. It's a pleasure to meet you Lucy."

"Call me Quinn, haven't gone by Lucy in years," Quinn said, the smile playing on her lips. "Before I head back to Europe to possibly quit my job, and move back to the States, would you be amenable to go out with me? Maybe coffee?"

This finally causes Rachel to laugh openly and she nods, "I can do that, I'll find a time in my schedule for you."

Quinn's about to answer when her phone buzzes, and she frowns and fishes it out. Glad it's only a text, she checks it quickly and crinkles her nose.

"What is it?"

"Charlie's awake."

"That's good news—" When Quinn doesn't look pleased she frowns. "It is good isn't it?"

"It is, but she doesn't want to see me right now."

"So respect her wishes, I know you want to get to the bottom of this but she was in the—hospital? At least that's what it said on the news right, that she was injured in the rescue. So give her a moment to heal, and then you can get to the bottom of this."

Quinn made a face, "So twenty-four hours?"

"Tell her that you have some important information that she needs to hear, and you have a few questions, that are need to be answered urgently. But you'll give her a couple of days till she's up to talk to you."

Quinn shook her head, but typed just that. She fiddles with her phone for a moment before deciding to put it down on the coffee table and she goes back to laying her head on Rachel's lap. "It takes the Templars awhile to act anyway, and attacking Charlie is the height of stupidity. You're right we have time."

Rachel kisses Quinn's forehead, years ago Quinn would have been hyper focused on that phone but she was capable of putting it down. Maybe, she had changed.