Hello everyone! Time for a new update, but first, a few quick notes.

- Thank you again to everyone that left me feedback. Also, thank you to everyone that has favourited/followed either myself, the author, or the story. It's always an encouraging sign when people want to be notified of updates to your work. So, merci.

- I know that actual tennis fans are a bit confused as to which real-life players are still active on the tour. Yes, Azarenka is still playing, but in my story, she's a veteran player. I didn't think it would be right (as a tennis fan) to say that Rachel and Quinn were beating the likes of Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova, so they're retired in my universe. As are the likes of Federer, Nadal and Djokovic. I apologise for the confusion, and will try to stick to made-up names and Glee characters for the majority of the story. I ask that you suspend disbelief and just go with the flow when necessary.

- Again, yes, this is a Faberry story, but I want them to actually get to know one another before falling madly in love. Sort've like when people fall in love in real life, you know? I wish I could say I was sorry to everyone that prefers 'Wham, bam, thank you ma'am' love stories, but the truth is that I am having a great time writing A Perfect Match as I am. I hope you guys enjoy the ride too. I promise that it won't drag on unreasonably long.

And with that said, here's the update. Happy reading everyone :)

Rachel walked out of the bathroom, her toilet kit in hand. She placed the little bag on the room's solitary table, and looked around as the sound of Quinn's voice filled the air, "Thank you. I wanna start by congratulating Marley."

Quinn was interrupted when the audience on TV broke into applause, and Rachel glanced up at the screen in time to see Marley Rose smile wryly at her vanquisher. It looked like everything that needed to be packed was packed, so Rachel sat down on her bed and gave the television her full attention. She watched as Quinn rested the glass trophy on her hip, and continued addressing her opponent when the applause subsided, "You've had a great week, and I'm sure we'll see great things from you over the rest of the season."

Here the blonde paused for another smattering of applause, before going on, "I also wanted to thank the sponsors, without whom this tournament wouldn't be possible. And all the tournament staff, from the linesmen to the management to the ball kids to the super men and women that come and clean up the stadiums long after the last match of the day has been played. Trust me, those seats you guys are sitting in were covered in gum and soda less than twenty-four hours ago." The crowd laughed and applauded again, and Rachel smiled at the screen.

"Um, to my team, who work with me every day and help make me the player I am, thank you. I couldn't think of a better group to travel the world with." More applause. "And finally, to you, the fans." Here the audience broke out into raucous applause, the sound of whistles and cheers coming loud and clear from the television speakers. "Thank you for your support over the past week-and-a-half. And for buying tickets to come see us play. I always tell people that there's no better audience than the crowd in my hometown, and I think you've helped me prove that again. So again, thank you. I can't wait to come back and defend my title in 2013."

Quinn walked away from the microphone, and hoisted her trophy over her head as the audience stood up and applauded. Marley Rose joined Quinn, and the two women posed for the photographers' flashing cameras. Moments later the telecast cut back to the studio, where Martina Navratilova and Lindsay Davenport were seated behind desks. Rachel changed the channel, and was randomly flipping through stations when there was a knock on the door, and Shelby walked in.

"Hey Rach" she smiled, "All packed?"

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, all except for things that I can only pack before we leave tomorrow morning."

Shelby sat down in the chair, "Sue just sent me a text, inviting you and me out to dinner with the Fabray team. It's to celebrate her win tonight. Did you want to go?"

The younger brunette shrugged, "Sure."

Which is how Rachel found herself following Shelby into Zuma at 7 p.m. Shelby told the hostess who they were, and the lady then led the pair to a private room where Quinn and her team were already seated. The blonde player looked up when she saw the newcomers, and rose to greet them.

"I'm glad you two could make it" she said, surprising Rachel when she leaned in to give the shorter woman a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. Quinn did the same to Shelby, before indicating to a couple of empty seats, "Please, take a seat."

Rachel and Shelby sat down, and Quinn introduced them to the rest of her party, "You already know Sue, Elliot and Santana. This is my usual hitting partner Mike, my massage therapist Mercedes, my physiotherapist Dave, my manager Roz, Blaine, who works at Nike, and my friend Finn." Rachel smiled and nodded at everyone as they were introduced, and they all smiled back. All except for Roz, who barely glanced up from her phone to nod at Rachel and Shelby. "Guys, this is the one and only Shelby Corcoran, who needs no introduction. And Rachel, who did me a huge favour this week."

"Did us a huge favour" Mike spoke up, raising his glass towards Rachel.

"Saved your ass, you mean" Mercedes said, making everyone at the table to laugh at Mike's faux-sad expression.

"Now, now Mercedes, don't be mean!" Quinn mock chastised, "Just remember to keep all the chili away from Mike. And make sure the path to the restroom clear, just in case." The group laughed again, before Quinn turned her attention back to the newcomers, "What can I order you two to drink?"

Drinks were ordered, lemonade in Rachel's case, and the group indulged in generic small talk for a while. Quinn, her team and even Santana made it a point to include Rachel and Shelby into any conversations they were having as a group, and even Roz was nice, if a bit loud and pushy, when she finally put her phone away.

Soon people began having conversations amongst themselves, and Shelby and Sue rose to converse in one corner of the room. Rachel was feeling a little lost when she felt someone slide into the seat that her coach had just vacated.

"Berry" Santana acknowledged, locking her phone and taking a sip from her tall, colourful drink. "How's your lemonade?" the Latina asked.

"Lovely, thanks Santana. How's your drink?" Rachel replied.

The tanned girl shrugged, "Fruity. But it has alcohol, so I'm not complaining. So, you're seventeen right?" When Rachel nodded, she asked, "When do you turn eighteen?"

"June" Rachel answered, "the second."

"Ah, ok. What about your friend, Pierce?" Santana asked.

"Brittany turned eighteen in December" Rachel said, sipping her lemonade.

"Mmm, ok. You playing Charleston next week?" Santana asked, taking another sip of her drink.

"Yeah. The transition to clay should be…interesting" Rachel answered.

Santana smirked, "I hear ya." She sipped her drink, then added, "To be honest, the transition to clay is always a bit jarring. And I grew up on clay courts."

Rachel didn't feel the need to point out that clay was also Santana's best surface, with the Latina having won back-to-back French Open titles over the past two years, along with a handful of titles in the build up to the year's second Grand Slam. So the Latina's statement was followed by a lull in the conversation, which could be expected of two people that hardly knew one another. Santana finally broke it, "So, how's life on the tour so far?"

Rachel's response was immediate, "Exciting. I'm really enjoying it."

"Yeah?" Santana asked, "You don't mind the travel?"

Rachel shook her head, "No. I actually look forward to getting to see more of the world."

"That's a good attitude to have" Santana acknowledged. "Although the more you start winning, the less you see of the world during tournaments. There's no time. You'll see."

Rachel smiled, wondering if Santana realized that she'd just insinuated that she thought Rachel would be going deep into tournaments. The Latina raised her eyebrows at Rachel's expression, "What?"

Before Rachel could reply, Santana's phone started ringing, and the Latina excused herself to answer it. The brunette reached for her lemonade, and tuned in to the other conversations happening around her. Finn and Dave seemed to be having an animated conversation about one of Rachel's favourite books, so she couldn't help but listen in. "No, I'm telling you man, Robb Stark should end up on the throne" Finn was insisting. "The Starks are good folk, so it makes sense for the oldest one to become King."

Quinn put her arm on Finn's, and leaned over him to address Dave, "I should probably point out right now that Finn hasn't read the books" she said, patting his arm.

"Right, that makes sense" Dave said, and he and Quinn shared a secretive smile.

Rachel piped up, "You should. It's an excellent series. Barring book four, in my opinion."

Dave's eyes lit up, "I know, right? A Feast for Crows was so tedious to get through! I kept giving up on it, and as it turned out, so was Quinn. So we made a pact to read it at the same time, and support one another through it."

Quinn nodded solemnly, "That's what friends are for Dave. I think the frustration of forcing myself to get through that book actually helped my tennis. I let my irritation out through my tennis, and won my first US Open title" she finished, smiling. The group laughed, before Quinn added, "I can't say that I'm looking forward to watching book four play out on screen when HBO gets to it though. It was bad enough having to read it."

"On the bright side, it'll probably be faster to watch it" Rachel pointed out.

"So, wait, shouldn't I just watch the season instead of reading the book?" Finn asked, appearing confused.

Quinn shook her head, "I wouldn't recommend it. The season's diverge from the actual books every-so-often, so you're better off reading the books if you want all the information."

The wait staff began walking in with their food as Rachel added, "Yeah, Quinn's right. The TV series is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. Personally it's the back stories that make the books so interesting to me."

Quinn reached for some sashimi with her chopsticks, "Yeah, I think so too. Did you know that George Martin references actual historical events for certain story lines? In fact, I was just reading that the Red-"

"Finn hasn't read the books, remember?" Rachel said, cutting the blonde off.

Quinn smiled, seemingly abashed, "My bad."

Rachel grinned, noticing the colour on Quinn's cheeks. "So", Finn piped up, "without spoiling it for me, who do you guys think should end up on the Iron Throne?"

Rachel looked thoughtful as she chewed her dinner, "Tyrion?"

"I can see why he'd make a good king, but you have to wonder whether someone better known as 'The Imp' would command the respect of his people" Dave pointed out. "I'm going with Arya."

"I agree" Quinn piped up, "About Tyrion, I mean. I think he'd make a great Hand of the King, but I'm putting my money on Littlefinger. I think he's conniving enough to end up on the throne. And George Martin can be more than morbid sometimes, so it wouldn't surprise me if he ended up putting an unpopular character on the throne."

"Wow, really?" Finn asked, picking up another piece of sushi. "What about the Khaleesi? I would have thought that the only person left that could tame a dragon would make a pretty awesome ruler."

Rachel, Quinn and Dave shared a look, before the physiotherapist spoke up, "Yeah man, you really need to read the books."

Quinn smiled, before adding, "Although I should point out that what the three of us are referring to is still just a fan theory."

Rachel nodded, "A conspiracy theory even. But wouldn't it be awesome if we were right?"

Quinn laughed, "Oh, it would be so epic!"

Santana had reentered the room, and sat down beside Quinn, "Great Quinn, you've found another person to discuss your crazy Game of Thrones theories with. Joy oh joy."

Quinn smacked her friend on the arm, "Shut it Santana. Don't pretend you don't like watching the show."

"I do like the show" Santana conceded, helping herself to some sushi, "I just don't obsess over it long after the credits have stopped rolling. And I don't try to stalk the author of the book at Comic Con."

"That was JK Rowling, Santana. The author of a completely different series!" Quinn protested.

"Oops" Santana deadpanned, "I totally know the difference."

The blonde rolled her eyes at her friend, not seeming too affronted, and Rachel smiled at the interaction. She couldn't believe she was at dinner, discussing a TV show with two of the world's best tennis players, and a top football star. Rachel would have laughed in the face of the person that had told her at the start of the year that this is where she would be in April. Sometimes reality really did exceed expectations.