Chapter 2

Complications

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"Okay, so … your hair is called blonde even though technically it's a yellow color and mine is brown but I'm called a brunette? Also your eyes are blue, mine are brown, my skin is tan, and Quinn is also a blonde, and she has hazel eyes because they aren't quite green or brown and have some gold flecks in them? I must admit that she has a very beautiful and appealing eye color. Sometimes, depending on her head's angle, it looked like it was green and gold, but then at other angles they were a green and brown. They are just very attractive features."

"What is?" Quinn asked, coming up from behind Rachel, she had already heard what Rachel was saying and she couldn't help but stand and listen because Rachel was completely adorable.

"N-nothing important! I was just learning colors and … and how to refer to different hair colors, Quinn!" Rachel said, her stuttering was completely endearing to the blonde. She had a similar lesson with Santana but hers, unfortunately, wasn't as enjoyable because Santana took out some kind of chart, Quinn wasn't sure why she had one just laying around in her desk, and told her that it was a color chart and to memorize it her own damn self. She did, however, congratulate Quinn in a surprising manner when she learned of Quinn's newfound ability to see colors by wrapping her up in a warm hug and whispering 'congratulations Q' into her ear. Almost as soon as Quinn was enveloped in the hug she was devoid of it again and Santana acted as if it had never happened. She also promptly took out her color chart for Quinn and Quinn realized it was almost as if Santana had been waiting for a while now to give her that chart. That sly, Latina woman!

Smiling and gazing at Rachel affectionately in a way that Brittany had never seen before, Quinn's happiness was radiating off of her and a few employees of the company who actually witnessed it were quite surprised. They had never seen the company's founder and owner so happy before, so warm and approachable. Sure, she wasn't a mean woman and they were actually quite happy with how fair she was with pay, pensions, and overall employee benefits but she just had a cold exterior that made her very intimidating. Some people had been there since she started the company at a young age, having a tragic story of losing her parents when she was still in college and inheriting a large sum of money. She had used that money to finish her degree out for business and started this company as a young, fresh out of college student and turned it into a success story from the tragedy that befell her. Perhaps it was part of the reason she seemed so cold and daunting to her employees other than Brittany and Santana. Even Mike, Quinn's favorite security guard and friend outside of work, found Quinn slightly frightening but they got along because they were both quiet people, introverts, and they understood each other.

Quinn walked over to the seat Rachel was sitting in and held her hand out, "shall we get going? I do want to go there before their lunch rush really sets in." Rachel took the offered hand and smiled shyly up at the woman she was finding herself more and more attracted to with every interaction they had.

Turning to Brittany, Rachel gave her a big grin, "thank you for your help with colors Brittany! I'll probably see you around when I'm ready to start recording some songs in a few weeks! Maybe even earlier than that." Brittany pulled Rachel into a bear hug and even went as far as to lift Rachel and twirl her around, causing the most adorable and endearing giggle Quinn had ever heard to leave Rachel's lips, before setting her down a little unsteadily. They both stood for a moment to gather their bearings, considering Brittany had given them both several twirls they were a bit dizzy, before Quinn once again took Rachel by the hand. "That was some hug, huh?" Rachel asked when they had gone out of the doors.

A soft chuckle left Quinn's lips as she nodded her head in agreement, "Brittany sure is something else, isn't she? She actually is still convinced that her cat, Lord Tubbington, is both able to smoke and speak and is often the cause of many … unfortunate occurrences in her home. To say that she has amusing, if not off the wall stories, is quite the understatement."

Rachel let out an incredulous laugh, "are you being serious? She really believes that her cat is responsible for 'unfortunate occurrences' around her house?" It wasn't Rachel making fun of Brittany in the least but more that Rachel almost couldn't believe that Brittany truly thought her cat to be the cause of those 'unfortunate occurrences'.

"Well, I do have to admit that Lord Tubbington is quite the character and whenever I'm at her house … well, it almost seems like it isn't quite so farfetched for him to be responsible for certain things that she says he's done. But there are certain things that I'm sure there is no plausible way he could be responsible for considering he is a cat without opposable thumbs. I don't really know for sure if certain things are her exaggerating or not but … it's something that Brittany has always believed and so Santana and I don't ever say anything about it not being possible no matter how outlandish her story is."

They walked on in silence after Rachel nodded her understanding and though they both noticed that their hands were still linked, neither commented on it because they didn't want to let go. It was only a few more minutes before they stopped in front of a very nice looking restaurant with the words Sunshine's Vegan Best on the building in unassuming but attractive letters. Rachel was very excited now, "I like it already and I haven't even been seated yet!" Quinn was glad that Rachel was being so positive about where they were eating because her experience with food was Santana's insistence on eating somewhere with breadsticks and Brittany was a bit of a picky eater, pickier than Santana surprisingly, and usually only liked places with a kid's menu available. Quinn was glad that Rachel was so agreeable about her restaurant choice. Part of it was because she was used to pickier people and another part was because she really wanted Rachel to approve. Quinn was convinced that Rachel was her soulmate but she just didn't have the courage to say anything just yet.

Their lunch was quiet enjoyable with them trading horror stories about their best friends. For Rachel, it was that Kurt used to be one of her so called 'frenemies' in high school because they had been vying for the affections of the same boy because they had both been crushing on him. And also, as hard as it might be to believe, Rachel wasn't quite as fashionable because she grew up with two gay dads who wore suits and dressy clothes, Leroy, and argyle and sweater vests, Hiram. Therefore that didn't translate to Rachel wearing anything much different from them other than her having skirts with her argyle. As for Quinn, her stories mostly consisted of Santana's satanic nature hiding a big fluffy puppy underneath it all and Brittany being an unwittingly good at attracting impossibly unfortunate incidences. When they were in high school together they had all been cheerleaders and their cheerleading coach was the devil's spawn when it came to training and the fact that they had been left in the middle of Lake Eerie, in the boat in the middle of the lake, and were told to travel back to the shore on their own before she departed for the shore herself on her manually driven boat left Rachel in incredulousness and laughter. Rachel normally wouldn't have laughed but some of Santana's antics and Brittany's off the wall, bizarre comments left her in stitches from an otherwise insane situation that she was sure must have been illegal.

"I can assure you that should she ever be taken in by an insane asylum they'd return her because there is no controlling that woman. I mean, even the principal of our school was terrified of her because there seemed to be nothing she didn't know and she was constantly blackmailing him with things she knew. She was seriously a nightmare and I don't know how she's never been arrested before but I suppose that it could be because she seems to know and have dirt on everyone and she really knows how to use it against them. I don't know how I survived four years on her cheerleading squad let alone as her cheerleading captain. She also has this master cleanse that I swear has to be illegal to make because some of the ingredients are questionable." Rachel's mouth was gaped completely open as she listened intently to Quinn speaking about a woman who had to be crazy to do all of the things she did to high school teenagers. There was no way this woman was in any way sane.

"How was she not arrested even if she had so called blackmail material on the local police officers? Surely there was someone willing to step up and take charge of this completely mentally unstable woman who is obviously mistreating a large group of teenagers?" Quinn shook her head and Rachel's mouth gaped open for a moment with such incredulousness.

"Be careful, your mouth is open so wide I'm sure a fly could land on your tongue and you might accidentally swallow it." Quinn didn't know who this woman was, other than her highly suspecting that this woman was the one she had been waiting for since birth, but she was quite sure she hadn't really ever purposely teased someone before in her life. Well, more like she hadn't been able to feel much joy in her life since her parents' death just barely six years ago the day she had her last final. It had been a terrible day when the news finally came just a scant hour after her last final for her classes and she remembered nearly dying driving to the hospital just to hold her mother's hand one last time before the life left her eyes. Her father had died almost immediately because he blocked the gunshot that would have otherwise killed his soulmate immediately had he not stepped in front of her protectively. She had fallen to the ground with him and the murderer ran off with the wallet of the man he killed in a desperate attempt for a fix. He never got his fix because all that was in the wallet was a few cards and some pictures of his family. The man was caught when he attempted to take cash out at an ATM several days later and despite his confession to everything and being put in jail, his insincerity was what sent Quinn's blood boiling at this man's trial.

Snapping out of her thoughts Quinn looked up to a concerned Rachel who had placed a hand upon Quinn's own laying on the table gently and the look in her eyes caused Quinn's heart to lurch with emotion. "You seemed to drift off somewhere far away, some place sad that you shouldn't be thinking about with me here with you." Rachel's warm smile and soft tone made Quinn's lips twitch into another involuntary, at least it would be if not for the fact that it happened so easily and naturally, genuine smile.

The look Quinn gave Rachel caused something in Rachel's heart to scream at her, something that almost seemed to react in her very core, that something about Quinn was special. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Rachel. I just …" Quinn sighed softly, painfully. "I was thinking about my parents … about everything that's happened in the last six years, about everything that's changed for me in all those years. I didn't inherit this company, as you know I'm sure. I started it nearly five years ago after I graduated college and it really hit off because the people I signed back then became pretty successful. My father … he used to tell me that I really had an eye for talent because I was a bit ahead of my years. I actually graduated college at 20 because I skipped two grades."

When Rachel heard Quinn use her words in past tense she wondered if what she thought was true, "when you say that your father used to say those things … do you mean?" At Quinn's nod Rachel's hold on Quinn's hand tightened in a comforting manner. "Oh, Quinn, it must have been hard on you to lose him."

"I felt like I lost everything that day more than six years ago. I just … I was so angry for a while after holding my mother's hand one last time before she breathed her goodbyes to me and I just didn't know what to do with myself. It was the semester before I graduated and they are both gone now, leaving only me behind with nothing but one last 'I love you,' to hold me over forever." Quinn's face showed such sorrow as she spoke, "I think if not for Brittany and Santana … I might have died with them that day or several days later because I was so distraught. They watched me change, they saw me become who I am today because of my parents' death and though they tried … I still think a small part of me died with them, died in the ER holding my mother's cold hand for the last time." Rachel looked like she wanted to say something but seemed to not know what to say. "I'm quite sure that I haven't really been able to feel as carefree as I have today, so I want to tell you … thank you, for today. It means more to me than you know that I was able to feel the way I am feeling today, Rachel."

Rachel's face flushed as Quinn spoke and Rachel felt some kind of stirring that seemed soul deep, probing her, trying to tell her something that felt very important and was consuming in a gentle and warm way. "I haven't ever felt this way before in my entire life either."

Before they could continue speaking to each other someone approached their table rather abruptly. "Quinn, is that you Quinn Fabray?" a voice asked from just behind Rachel's seat. They both looked up to see a rather pretty girl standing just a few feet away from Rachel's chair and looking at Quinn intently. "It is you, isn't it? I haven't seen you in so long!" Rachel saw the transformation take place in Quinn. One moment Quinn's face was full of warmth and seemingly in the next her face had become void of all emotions and any trace of welcoming was gone as she addressed the woman who had approached their table.

"Yes, it's been quite some time Miss Rose." It was merely a statement and nothing more but the chilly reception was surprising to Rachel. Quinn had been nothing but kind and personable with her, so seeing her indifference towards this woman was bizarre and almost out of place.

Marley Rose looked like someone who was used to Quinn's frosty exterior, completely unfazed by it. "I see you haven't changed since we last saw each other about five years ago I believe." She paused and gave Quinn a meaningful look, "I would have thought that … well, I hoped that you would be a bit different now that there has been some time in between since we last saw each other. I suppose that was too much to ask?"

Quinn refused to look away from the eyes of the woman who just didn't know when to quit. "I don't know why you hoped for a warmer reception from me but clearly you're a delusional woman because I've already found what I'm looking for, or rather, who I was looking for and you need to leave me be. What I told you back then is still true now no matter what you think Miss … Rose." The tone Quinn's voice took was maybe a bit harsh but Rachel knew that Quinn was notorious for being cold to almost everyone, keeping them all at a distance, long before she ever signed on as a talent to Fabray Records. The few interviews Quinn had ever accepted for live television showed as much.

Shaking her head, the woman spoke again, "but how do you know if it is true or not? What if there's a mistake or … or it's just … wrong somehow if you don't try to find your own way towards that kind of happiness, Quinn?" Clearly, the woman was trying to be subtle and not give away what she was attempting to discuss with Quinn because Rachel wasn't sure what she was referring to but she did have her suspicions.

The woman sounded desperate but Quinn didn't care in the least. "Look, clearly I have not changed my stance and I honestly couldn't care less about what you think on this subject matter. I didn't care five years ago, I still don't care now Miss Rose because, I have already found her and my world has never felt more alive, more beautiful. There is absolutely nothing you can say that will cause me to stray from the path that has already been chosen for me and I will do this right, I will make it impossible for her to say no to me and that's my final word on this subject. If you wish to join Fabray Records, I wouldn't hold your breath because quite honestly, I'm doing quite well with the few artists I already have signed with me and I have no need to add someone like you to my company. Find someone else who needs talent." Quinn turned to Rachel and her face immediately softened when their eyes met, something that was not lost on Marley. Standing up elegantly Quinn walked over to Rachel's side of the table, after pushing her chair in, and held her hand out for the silent brunette. "Shall we?" Rachel took her hand and smiled appreciatively at Quinn's chivalry.

"Oh, yes, thank you. I do need to make sure that everything's been made final. My manager, Joe, texted just a few moments ago, requesting my presence so that we can make things final … and he might or not have asked me to save him from someone he is referring to as intimidating as Satan. I believe he is referring to the head of your department of Talent Management because he mentioned something about rapid-fire Spanish being spoken and her blonde companion calming her down."

If Quinn had been anyone else she would have visibly shown her disapproval but Quinn merely nodded and tried to subtly hurry her pace to save the poor man dealing with Santana's wrath for whatever he might or might not have done. They both left without paying the woman standing stock still behind Rachel's recently vacated seat was and they certainly didn't notice her sad face and slightly shaky breath. Quinn had already told the restaurant to just charge her card, considering she had her card saved already from having prior orders, and Rachel didn't even notice because of her rush to save poor Joe from Santana Lopez's fearful wrath.

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Upon arriving in the lobby area Santana's loud voice could be heard but her words were being spoken in Spanish so quickly it was nearly unintelligible sounding gibberish that seemed to only stop for brief pauses when she inhaled. Brittany's arms were wrapped around the fierce Latina woman to prevent her escape, and Santana would never harm Brittany whether it be an accident or not so she didn't try to escape from her strong arms. When Joe noticed Rachel he turned to her with an unsure look and he clearly looked intimidated by the woman still speaking loudly without yelling or screaming somehow, impressively enough.

"What is going on here?" Quinn asked with an authoritative voice when Santana and Brittany didn't seem to notice her presence in the room.

Brittany sighed as she attempted to explain only to be cut off by Santana finally speaking in English. "This puta here tried to lay his hands on Brittany earlier and he was asking for trouble with the way he man handled her!"

Shaking her head Brittany interjected, "actually, that's not true San. What really happened was I tripped over someone's leg because they were sitting with their legs stretched out and Joe happened to be sitting in the chair next to them and he caught me around my boobs with his hands so now San's all pissy about it and I'm trying to calm her down."

Rolling her eyes, Santana commented back scathingly, "Yeah, he was conveniently sitting there and just coincidentally caught you by your boobs Britt. I don't buy it." Brittany gave Santana a disapproving look in response.

Quinn sighed in frustration before taking charge of the situation, "look, Joe, here doesn't look like the type to just … 'cop a feel' on a girl quite honestly and not only that he was waiting on both Rachel and me because he's Rachel's manager and he was just sitting there waiting for us so we can finalize the contract that I'm sure you have typed and ready for the signatures that are required from the three of us here. We all have other things to do and I suggest you just take this as something you overreacted about because you have done so before Santana. Take a deep breath and just let it go so we can all finish our work and be done with the day. I'd like to go home at a reasonable hour and I'm sure you would as well." Rachel was amazed that with those few sentences Santana seemed to have calmed immensely and in the calmness she seemed to be able to rationalize again and she no longer looked like she was ready to tear Joe's head off. In short, Rachel believed that a small miracle had just occurred in the span of two minutes in the form of Quinn's logic winning over Santana's somewhat unpredictable mood swings.

Muttering under her breath for a moment Santana nodded her head in Joe's direction, "I may have overreacted slightly but you best keep your hands to yourself or else there won't be a next time or someone here to save your grubby hands from me." This was the closest Santana ever got to apologizing to someone and Joe certainly wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to argue with the frightening woman who had finally calmed down. "Now let's go this contract signing over with," Santana said loudly. She muttered the next part under her breath but Quinn heard it anyways, "the sooner the better." This caused Quinn to snort in amusement because Santana would always be Santana and never quite apologize for a mistake.

Rachel, having not heard Santana's muttered comment, looked at Quinn questionably. "Did I miss something, Quinn?"

Nodding Quinn leaned in close to Rachel's ears, causing that feeling from earlier to return, a feeling of completeness and oneness in both her soul and mind. "I just happen to have ears that are so attuned to Santana's muttering that I heard her say 'the sooner the better' under her breath. For years she's been, essentially, cursing me for having, and I quote, 'the ears of a damn hunting dog listening for their next meal,' and in a way it is true but usually I just catch things that she would rather not let me hear but in the end I overhear her anyways. She's not as sly as she thinks she is."

When Rachel looked up she noticed Santana's scowl, "I heard that Q and you'll get the earful you wanted later."

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You got me feeling so upside down, inside out

Don't know why I feel like screaming so loud

All the ways that got me so twisted and crazy

Are blurred in these memories becoming hazy

If only I could just forget the day we first met

It was the day that led me to feeling so much regret

Maybe then I can move on from this nightmare

Stop feeling like I'm so strung out and bare

But I'm feeling so messed up now

Need a way to get through somehow

Never found the answers to what I'm looking for

I'm just feeling so insecure, right to the core

Because I feel like~

You got me feeling so upside down, inside out

Don't know why I feel like screaming so loud

All the ways that got me so twisted and crazy

Are blurred in these memories becoming hazy

"I really like it so far," a voice said from behind Rachel, startling her badly enough that she jumped in the peaceful area she had found some time last week when she had been looking for something to inspire her lyrical wordsmith muse.

Turning around Rachel realized how close they were to each other in that moment. Honestly, all it would take was for Rachel to lean in a few inches and Quinn's lips would be pressed against hers. Rachel didn't know why she would think such a thing when she knew that she had found her destined love a week and a half ago, when she had been looking for Quinn to figure out her contract. "You startled me Quinn! I could have been in the middle of writing another line when you startled me!"

Chuckling softly, Quinn shook her head at Rachel's antics. She had been watching Rachel long enough to know that she wasn't about to write something else and had actually been deep in thought about her next verse. "I know that's not true because I was watching you." She didn't mention how long she had in fact been observing Rachel in her element for songwriting and Rachel noticed the lack of information. Rachel also blushed slightly in knowing that Quinn had been watching her but shook off those feelings, knowing that having even the slightest crush on the woman was a horrible thing to do considering she had indirectly met her chosen and just needed to find her destined soulmate wherever they were currently hiding. All she knew of her soulmate was that they were a moderately tall blonde woman and there were several blonde women working at Fabray Records working at the esteemed company. She could take Brittany out of the equation though, considering she was obviously already matched up. Her current options, from slowly learning of these people, were between Quinn Fabray herself, Kitty Wilde (Rachel highly doubted her as an option though), Cassandra July, Holly Holiday, and Fleur Delacour, a completely brilliant French woman who joined seemingly out of nowhere. She always looked like she was determined for some reason when she was around another employee there, a brilliant British woman by the name of Hermione Granger, and so Rachel doubted her as an option for being her soulmate.

Rachel realized she had been spacing out when she noticed Quinn's concerned eyes watching her carefully, eyes so beautiful she felt like she was drowning in them right now. "I'm sorry for zoning out I just have so much on my mind. You see … I feel … a bit … how do I say this …?" Rachel let out a frustrated grunt before she continued, "I feel this kind of pull whenever I'm around you … like for some reason my soul is reaching out to you and trying to tell me something about you whenever you're around and it's … kind of an all-consuming sensation. It completely takes all of my attention whenever it happens and I was lost in thought because of it just now, Quinn. I've been wondering if you felt it too, well, more like if you feel this way as well."

Quinn's look spoke of being a deer caught in headlights quite literally. "I … what if I said that I felt something similar to you, that I feel drawn to you as well? How would you feel about that, Rachel?" Quinn spoke hesitantly and cautiously, trying to pose this as a hypothetical situation.

The look on Rachel's face showed nothing of what she was feeling and it scared Quinn, someone who seemed so unflappable. "I just … I just want to know if you do or not. I want to know if you feel this way when you're around me, too. I want to know if your heart and soul, mind and body, feel like there's some kind of special connection, something that makes you think that there is something more than meets the eye when we see each other. Something akin to feeling a certain kind of affinity or magnetic pull towards me, do you feel anything like that at all?" Quinn looked at Rachel blankly, unsure of how to proceed when they were interrupted by a knock on the door. They both turned to the door opened just ajar with Kitty's head just peering in at them.

"There's a woman here asking to speak with you. She's downstairs in the lobby and the receptionist said her name is Marley Rose. I don't know what the fuss is but the receptionist downstairs said she looked troubled or something like that." Kitty sounded bored but she knew that this was kind of big considering she had never heard of someone requesting for Quinn by both first and last name before considering Quinn was so private that the employees never even called her by her first name.

A scowl marred Quinn's features briefly before she smoothed her expression back into blankness before she responded, "send her away. She already knows what my answer is and my answer will never change. Thank you, Kitty, for not sending her up right away. I'm glad that someone around her remembers the protocols." Quinn mumbled the last sentence and Rachel overheard her and gave a soft snort in response.

Kitty gave an eyebrow raise and Rachel briefly wondered if everyone working here was required to learn it because so far she knew that both Santana and Kitty could do it without overshadowing the prowess and seemingly perfected one Quinn had and Brittany had done it before as well but hers seemed much more questioning than fear inducing. "This … Marley Rose said that it was an 'urgent matter' and that you needed to speak to her immediately about it. She told the receptionist that it is an unavoidable situation and that you must see her this time where you have never given her the time before … so … ugh, just tell me to send her away because I feel annoyed just standing here relaying a message like this." Kitty rolled her eyes for emphasis.

"Well, send her away then, personally. I don't wish to see her and at this point I might just consider a restraining order because this is ridiculous. I do not wish to see her and if we happen to meet by chance so be it but she needs to understand that I do not have the patience to deal with her seemingly unable to understand English when it involves anything I tell her." Quinn's scowl was now bordering on glowering and Rachel felt a strange pull of attraction towards Quinn. Kitty looked surprised by her employer's show of emotion because everyone knew that the blonde was normally someone quite cold and emotionless.

"Yes, of course, right away Miss Fabray. I will give her the message personally then," Kitty gave Quinn a respectful nod and moved away to do so. Something interesting happened to both Kitty and Marley when Kitty went to deliver the message personally, as she promised Quinn. They both found that the world had become colorful when their eyes met and Marley felt herself faint from finally finding her fated love, something she had been convinced she'd never find until it finally happened and Kitty stared at her uncomprehendingly for several minutes before she took action.

Several minutes of silence fell when Rachel finally spoke up, "what is it that this … Marley … is always asking after you for? She seems to have done this to you before Quinn."

Taking a deep breath in and out Quinn hesitated before she spoke, choosing her words carefully. "Let's just say that she … well, she's convinced that she should take fate into her own hands and choose her own soulmate. And she's convinced … she wanted to make me her soulmate years ago when we attended college together briefly. She is two years younger than me so she was a freshman when I was a senior in college. I skipped two grades when I was younger so I graduated high school a bit early for my age. I don't know why she was convinced that I would be the one for her but I knew, from the beginning, that she is nothing to me. I never felt anything for her and I never experienced anything close to colors when I met her six years ago and I know that she is most definitely not my soulmate now more than ever because I told her that I've already found her. I told her when she interrupted our … lunch date the day you signed your contract. My soulmate is definitely not anybody by the name of Marley Rose."

The way Quinn was looking at her so intently caused Rachel to feel something that made her sense that Quinn was trying to tell her something without saying the words, a non-verbal message with the way her gaze was so intense and … imploring. It gave Rachel some chills and the feeling that felt as if her soul was trying to tell her something hit her again but this time it was practically screaming at her in full force and in that moment Rachel was almost 100% sure that Quinn had to have been the one she bumped in the hallway that day. Rachel wanted to know for sure but she wasn't sure if Quinn was the one or not because Quinn hadn't given any indication at all that she felt anything more for her during the last 10 days since Rachel had signed the contract that she felt anything more for her than she felt for any employee other than Brittany, Santana, and to a slight extent Sam Evans. She seemed so indifferent to everyone else and in a way Quinn seemed to give Rachel slightly more regard than her other employees but she definitely wasn't warm towards her … at least Rachel didn't think she did.

"When … when did you discover your soulmate exactly, Quinn?" Rachel asked somewhat hesitantly.

"Do I have to answer that?" Quinn replied after a slight pause.

"Is there any reason why you don't want to tell me if you have?"

"I don't really know you all that well, so why should I answer that?"

Rachel mentally cursed that Quinn was completely right about that, "Is there a reason you don't want to tell me though specifically? I mean, even if you tell me when you met her what would it matter to me anyways? As you said, you hardly know me so it shouldn't matter anyways." Rachel blinked at her innocently and seemingly obliviously.

This time someone else came barging through the door, "Hey, Q, we have a situation in the lobby, you've got to hurry down there!" Santana yelled into the room without any preamble.

Quinn mentally let out a relieved sigh as she gave Rachel a nod and turned her attention to Santana, "What is it?"

"Just hurry up and follow me, blondie! There's no time to talk, I'll explain as we walk. Let's go."

Curiosity was eating away at Rachel and so she moved to follow them when Quinn noticed, "Rachel, shouldn't you finish writing your song?"

"But I would like to see what is happening downstairs that's so urgent that you are now no longer able to answer my questions."

Santana intervened, "it doesn't matter if she follows along so leave her be. I need to explain anyways. So, that Kitty girl who went to get you earlier? Get this, she's Marley Rose's soulmate and she fainted, fainted when she started seeing colors! Everyone's running around like a chicken with its head cut off because they've never seen a woman faint before or something. We need you down there anyways because there's more to the story that I don't know yet because they just told me to get you and I overheard some things on the phone when they were yelling things in the background."

Rachel was listening carefully to every spoken word and she felt relief in her soul at hearing that Marley was no longer going to be able to deny her true soulmate and chase after Quinn any longer. Everything faded into background noise as Rachel followed behind Quinn and Santana as Santana continued to speak. For some reason that Rachel couldn't fathom … Quinn seemed to glow when Rachel looked at her and saw her blonde hair frame her like a halo would an angel. It made Rachel even surer that Quinn had to be her soulmate without any question or doubt.

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So, chapter 2 everyone! Thoughts, reviews, and whatever else it takes for me to know that this is worth continuing please!^^

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