Quinn paced her room, waiting for Rachel to come by. The rest of the reunion had gone as expected, catching up with her old Glee crew, looking at pictures from High School, reminiscing about old times. The night had gone well, Rachel seemed to be enjoying herself, they hadn't talked much about their current situation but that was what tonight was for.

It was late now, around midnight, and she had been home for an hour. It was too early to assume that Rachel wasn't coming, but that didn't stop Quinn from worrying.

"Quinn?" a voice came from her doorway and she glanced up excitedly

"You're still up?" she asked her mother, disappointment evident in her voice.

"I heard you come in a little while ago, and your pacing is making the walls shake" Judy said

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you"

"Can I assume you are expecting someone?" Judy moved in to the room taking a seat on Quinn's bed

"Rachel is supposed to be coming by" she answered, joining her mom on the bed "I'm not sure she is coming though"

"So are you two... what do you call it now a days? lady lovers?"

"We really aren't anything yet I suppose" Quinn said sadly "I want her though, that is what I'm going to tell her when she gets here at least"

"I think you two make a very cute couple, but it sounds like you have a lot to work out first"

Quinn could only sigh and nod in agreement, feeling much more tired than she had a moment ago.

"I'm going downstairs to fix myself a cup of tea, would you like some?" Judy asked

"No thanks, I'm just going to lay down and wait up here"

"Okay sweety, try not to burn any holes in my floor with all that pacing"

And with that Quinn was alone again, checking her phone to see if there was a missed call or text from Rachel. Nothing. She layed back, letting her head hit the pillow.

When Quinn opened her eyes, it was morning. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked around. Still alone. Checked her phone. No one had called. Rachel had stood her up.

As the blond lifted herself up and off the bed she noticed a white envelope on her vanity, one that hadn't been there when she went to sleep. Stepping closer, she could see her name written in small neat letters on the front.

Rachel had been there. Why didn't she wake me up? Quinn wondered, her whole body feeling heavy with sadness, anxiety, and confusion. She picked up the envelope and took out the piece of paper inside.

Quinn,

I'm sorry. That probably doesn't mean much right now, but I am.

I was getting ready to come see you tonight, and I was so excited. My mind was racing with thoughts of you, and me, and how great we had been in High School, and how amazing early today was. All I was thinking about was how much I wanted you. It was then, when I tried to picture us in the future, that it hit me. We can't have a future together. Our lives are so different now, and to think that we could just drop everything we have built on our own to pursue whatever this is would be foolish.

I wish I was the hopeless romantic I may have been five years ago. I wish that I didn't think about or care about the fact that if we continue we will both get hurt. I mean a long distance relationship? Would that really work out? The answers to these questions for me are clear. If I were to have you, I would need it to be all of you, all the time, because that is how consuming my feelings are for you. Anything less would be too painful.

I wish I had enough guts, enough self control to tell you this in person. I am afraid if I see you that I won't be able to do what I think is best, and that is to let you go.

Love Always,

Rachel.

Quinn was stunned, angry, she looked over at the clock. 10:20. Rachel's plane had already left. That was it? Quinn thought She didn't even consult me, she just left.

It had been three weeks since she had returned from Lima, two weeks since she had to ignore one of Quinn's calls or texts, and one week since she had cried herself to sleep. The more she had tried to convince herself that leaving that letter with Judy had been the right thing to do the less sure of it she was. She had made her decision though, and she was going to stick with it. Reason told her she had done the right thing, so her heart be damned, it only got her into trouble anyways.

Rachel threw herself into her new show, it was the only thing that seemed to get her through the day. She was even dodging calls from Jake, the guy she was dating before she left for the reunion. Rachel just couldn't bring herself to be near him, and eventually he took the hints and stopped calling.

Sipping her morning coffee, and opening her laptop, she let her eyes scan the local news headlines, and she spotted it. "Book Signing and Reading with Quinn Fabray" Rachel clicked the link, and read on. The short article said that she would be at the Barnes and Noble on 82nd and Broadway today in just a few hours.

Thoughts flew through Rachel's mind. Should I go? I can sneak in, she won't even see me. No. Will she try to find me? Does she know where I live? She didn't know what to do, she wanted to so much just to see Quinn, but it would be hard to just walk away, and too painful to stay and talk to her. She had made this very same decision three weeks ago, and it was haunting her, she was miserable and she knew it. So she threw on her shoes, and made a new decision. She was going.

The last few weeks had been awful for Quinn, Rachel had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with her, and she did her best to try to accept it. After all, she had done the same thing to the brunette five years prior. She understood now, what Rachel must have went through, and it sucked, it sucked big time.

But here she was, on the last stop of her book tour, in New York City. Since she had gotten off the plane, she had looked for Rachel everywhere she went. Baggage claim, the lobby of her hotel, walking on the streets, in Starbucks, and she even convinced herself that she saw her a couple of times, but each time it turned out to be a different brunette woman, well... okay one time it was a brunette guy, but the dude had long hair, and was wearing a very feminine shirt.

I've lost my mind she thought to herself

"Yes you have" Charlotte replied as she was setting up for the book signing.

"I guess I said that out loud huh?"

"yeah, you did" she laughed

"Do you think I'll see her?"

"I think you should stop thinking about it, or else you're going to drive yourself even more crazy than you already are"

"I can't help it, I wish I could, but I can't stop thinking about her" Quinn said in a low voice, her eyes on her coffee cup.

Charlotte let out a sigh, she really did feel for her friend, she hated seeing her like this "It will work out, and after tonight, you'll be home, home on the range, where the deer an the antelope roam"

"very funny" Quinn gave Charlotte's arm a shove and smiled.

"Now lets get this show on the road, people have been lined up for hours."

The turn out for the event was impressive, the giant bookstore was almost filled with people who were listening intently to Quinn read. Rachel was thankful, there was little chance she would be spotted among the crowd, and seeing Quinn, and hearing her voice made Rachel more relaxed than she had been since she had gotten back to New York.

Rachel knew it wasn't fair though. She was able to see Quinn, be in the same room as her, and the blond had no idea, as Rachel battled with the idea of approaching Quinn, the choice was made for her, as Hazel eyes met her brown orbs. Oh my god, she sees me Rachel panicked. Should I leave? I should leave her head screamed, but she couldn't. She would not leave again, her body wouldn't let her. Instead she stayed in her seat, and held Quinn's gaze.

The reading ended just a few minutes later, and Charlotte was quick take the microphone from Quinn and thank everyone for coming.

"The book signing will be downstairs in five minutes" Charlotte announced, and pulled Quinn to the side, occupying her attention.

Rachel watched as the large group of people headed to the lower floor to line up for the signing. She had other plans. Making her way up to where Quinn was, she let her hand touch the blond's shoulder, and let out a faint "Quinn?"

Till Next time...