Quinn smoothed her pretty denim skirt against her legs and leaned her head against the side door window. The neon lights of New York City flashed by the cabs window as it zipped through the streets. The radio in the front was spouting some indie pop song that she could only imagine singing in Glee club…all those years ago. She hadn't really thought about those times since school had ended but the invitation to this reunion, of sorts, had caused all those mixed memories to come flooding back.

She hadn't talked to everyone since graduation, except Noah. She wasn't even sure how they'd gotten her number. But the fact was they had. And now she was taking a cab through Times Square to her old friend's apartment.

Suddenly, the cabbie turned around. "Mind if I pick up another customer? I'll drop you off first." Quinn blinked, unsure of what to say.

"Uhh, sure," she said.

He merged into the far lane and stopped next to a guy. Quinn peeked out the window and shrunk back into her seat. It couldn't be. Out of all the guys in New York, the cab just had to pick him up. "Where you heading?"

Puck swung into the other side of the cab and Quinn's saw his eyes widen when he saw her. "Quinn?" He asked.

"Hey," she said, raising her hand in greeting.

"Man I haven't seen you in forever," he lamented, his dark eyes taking in her dark skirt and light brown shirt. She'd let her hair grow out and it now hung down her back in a tight French braid. Her nails were left unpolished and she drummed them impatiently on her knee.

"I saw you just last week when we went to visit Beth," she said, rolling her eyes.

"God, and they say sarcasm is the first thing to go," Puck muttered.

"Where too?" The cabbie nearly shouted, squinting through the rearview mirror at the former couple.

"Oh, uhh, same place as me," Quinn stuttered, taken aback. The driver looked confused for a second but didn't say anything.

"So, what are you doing now days," Noah asked, looking over at her. Quinn didn't meet his glance; she didn't want to.

Ever since they'd graduated, she wanted to steer clear of all these memories. She looked back at high school as a learning period; a time to make mistakes and discover who you really was. Not that she thought Beth had been a mistake. With those thoughts came images of her with her pink hair and nose rings…those were mistakes. She had learned a great deal in those years. She looked back on the memories in embarrassment now, thinking about how she treated people; how she treated herself.

"Do you still keep in touch with Shelby?" Quinn asked, out of nowhere. True they had just seen her last week, but she and Puck hadn't spoken much. Their relationship, if there even was one, looked icy to Quinn.

After Shelby had found out about Quinn's deluded attempts to get Beth back for herself, she wasn't allowed to see Beth anymore. Shelby allowed Puck's company but he'd lessened his romantic pursuits. Finally, around a year ago, he convinced Shelby to arrange monthly reunions between him, Quinn and Beth. These were special times for Quinn.

Puck casted his eyes downward and studied the floor of the cab. "I've been trying to talk to her. She's pretty stressed out, though. With Beth going to school and her looking for work…she's got a lot on her plate…I don't want to bother her." Quinn nodded, understanding. She was currently living in Connecticut, keeping a simple job and apartment by herself near Yale's campus. It was lonely sometimes but she didn't mind as much as she used to. Shelby was living in southern New York, making it an easy stop for Quinn.

Puck was currently in New York as well, working in manual labor at a shipping company. Packing and unpacking truck after truck seemed tedious but he couldn't say he hated it. It paid well, which was more to be said for his pool cleaning business.

Before they knew it, the cab pulled up in front of a moderately large apartment building. Quinn thumbed through her wallet and Puck did the same. They stood beside each other and watched the cab screech on to its next customer. Quinn turned around and rubbed her arms against the cold. Puck smiled at her and walked forward toward the intercom button.

A minute later, Quinn found Rachel wrapping her arms around her. "Oh Quinn!" She squealed. She couldn't help but feel nostalgic at the sound of Rachel's voice.

"Hey Rachel," she said, rubbing her shoulder. "How are you doing?"

"Great. I'm doing great! What about you?" Quinn replied, already getting a handle on how awkward this night promised to be.

"Fabulous! I've got three auditions set up over the month and really think I have a chance to beat out the competition."

Quinn smiled and looked over at Puck, who stood uncomfortably by the door. Quinn saw Kurt and Blaine over Rachel's shoulder standing next to each other by the couch. She'd heard they got married and the glint from the rings on their fingers confirmed it. They wouldn't normally have conversed with Puck and seemed like that hadn't changed over the years.

An uneasy silence passed between the five of them. Rachel, being the ice breaker that she was, inquired about how Quinn was doing in college and if she was enjoying the drama program. The truth was Quinn loved Yale. Her grades were descent and she'd made a number of friends.

As Rachel forced Quinn to elaborate, another buzz came from downstairs. "Ohh, who is it?" Rachel asked, her over excitement filling the room.

Blaine strode forward to the door and pulled it open. Standing in the hallway were Mercedes and Sam, clad in now snow dusted scarves and hats.