Seeing Quinn had stirred something in Rachel. She supposed it was nostalgia. Something about the days where her whole future was in front of her, and she could see nothing but stars in it. She couldn't help herself from looking into Quinn and the others from her high school days, googling anybody and everybody she could remember.

Quinn's story rang true, Rachel finding records of her marriage, her graduation from Yale, the deaths of Lucy and Clay, the births of Lucy and Logan, Quinn's official change of name. It wasn't that Rachel had thought she hadn't been telling the truth, but she had had a feeling that Quinn was hiding something. Her thorough internet search, though, didn't turn up much that Quinn hadn't mentioned. And that which she hadn't sounded like stuff they just hadn't gotten around to talking about. Like the fact that Quinn was working at a publishing company. Rachel had a feeling that she wasn't a big shot editor yet, but that she was well on her way to becoming one.

After Quinn, Rachel had gone on to googling the rest of the glee club, as well as other people she remembered. She was pleasantly surprised by what she had found.

Santana and Brittany were living near Boston. Santana was listed as being at the top of her class thus far in Harvard Law School, and though she hadn't graduated yet, Rachel had read several articles listing her as one of Boston's up and coming lawyers. She hadn't been involved in too many cases yet, after all she was still in law school, but through her various internships, she had had a few clients. So far, her success rate was one hundred percent. Brittany was a renowned choreographer. That really wasn't surprising. The girl had always been able to dance, and she and Mike had choreographed all the good numbers in glee.

Kurt now had his own designer line of clothing, Mercedes had just signed a record deal, Mike and Tina had just gotten engaged. Mike was also a choreographer (again, not a surprise). Tina had made it to Broadway. It wasn't a starring role, in fact it was a rather small role, but she had made it nonetheless. Sam had landed a full ride to UCLA on a football scholarship and had actually been drafted into the NFL. Rachel read that the first thing he had done with his first NFL paycheck was buy his parents a home like he had said he would do in high school. Noah had formed a Rock Band, which Rachel was surprised to find out she actually had heard of. Blaine was an actor who had recently landed a recurring role in a television series. Dave Karofsky had made his dream of becoming a sports agent come true, and Jacob Ben Israel ran a wildly successful tabloid.

While Rachel was genuinely happy for everyone and their success, she couldn't help but feel utterly disappointed in herself. If you had asked anyone back then who would make something of themselves, they all would have said Rachel Berry. Now she felt as if she were the only one she knew from McKinley who hadn't made something of themselves. God, even Finn had died a hero.

After getting Lucy and Logan to bed, Quinn made her way to her own. She lay there thinking about the day and everything that had happened, processing all the information that she'd learned.

Quinn couldn't believe that Finn was dead. He might not have been the brightest bulb, but his intentions had been good. Sure, he couldn't remember things like she was allergic to watermelon or that Rachel was vegan, but he had always tried.

And poor Rachel. She technically wasn't a widow, after all they'd never been married, but they'd been engaged. And she had their child to consider. She'd probably not gotten a dime of support from the Army. Not that they could afford to give the support that they should considering the line of work it is, but Rachel probably hadn't gotten a penny to help raise their child without his income anymore.

And little Patrick, he would never know his father. I suppose, in a way, that was a connection with Finn, whose father had also died when he was young. At least Finn had died in an honorable way. Finn had saved someone's life, whereas his father had apparently overdosed on drugs.

Quinn wanted to help the diva. She knew that the girl's pride wouldn't allow her to help, but she was determined to help in some way. Maybe she could buy the building she lived in and just not charge her rent. It would give her another source of income as well from all the other tenants.

Quinn decided against that. The building was a bit run down. She'd rather buy another building and let Rachel move into that. Somewhere nicer. More comfortable. She'd be a much better landlord than whoever she had now anyway. Maybe she could convince Rachel to just move in with her. She had the room. Rachel could have the guest bedroom and Patrick could share a room with Logan.

Quinn sighed realizing that she'd have to run anything she might want to do by Rachel first. She'd never imagined their lives would be like they are. At least Quinn was happy. She loved Lucy and Logan with everything she had. Sure she would have liked for Clay and Lucy to still be alive and raising them. They were great parents, and great friends, but she couldn't imagine the kids not being around her every day, off living with some relative of Clay's that didn't really give a shit. Thanks to them, she had the means to follow her dreams and raise them.

Rachel on the other hand, she wasn't so lucky. She didn't have the money to follow her dreams, she had to think about Patrick. It was clear though, that the brunette didn't mind giving up her dreams for her son. She loved him unconditionally, and that was good. But Rachel had been born to be a star, and she had endured so much, she deserved to have her dreams come true.

Quinn resolved to help her that way. To do whatever it took to make Rachel's dream of becoming a Broadway star come true. Well short of paying somebody off. Rachel was going to make it on her own, she just needed a little help at home so she could wow whoever it was she needed to. Rachel Berry was going to be a star. She'd known that since they'd first met. She had the drive and the talent, and Quinn was going to do whatever she needed to so that Rachel could get back into the world of Broadway.

"Bye Pattycakes. Mommy will be back after work," Rachel said.

Patrick pouted. He hated his babysitter. She wasn't fun like his mommy was. She wasn't horrible, but all he was allowed to do was nap and watch TV. She didn't play games with him like his mommy did.

"I love you," Rachel told him, kissing him on the forehead.

"Wuv you, mommy," Patrick said, still sulking.

She smiled sadly at him. She knew his babysitter wasn't his favorite person, but she was the only good person that she could afford.

Quinn smiled as she opened the door to reveal the rest of the Unholy Trinity.

Santana had texted her late last night, letting her know that she and Brittany were in town for a few days. They'd offered to babysit Logan and Lucy while she was at work, so they didn't have to wake up early and go to the office daycare program.

"Q," Santana said, obviously trying to hold back the smile on her face (and failing). There had always been something special about Quinn and Brittany where Santana had a hard time keeping on her poker face.

"S," Quinn said, keeping her face schooled a lot better than Santana.

"Q!" Brittany said, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Hey, B," Quinn said, pulling the other blonde into a hug. "I missed you guys."

"We missed you, too," Brittany said.

"I hate to run, but I'm running late," Quinn said, "But how about I cook tonight and we can catch up?"

"Sounds good, Q," Santana said, "If your parents did anything right it was teaching you to cook," she joked.

Quinn rolled her eyes. She went into her kids rooms, kissing them on the forehead and whispering that she loved them, before coming out to give Santana a hug.

"I'm glad you're here. I'll see you when I get home."

And then she was out the door.

Rachel was surprised that she had a text from an unknown number when she checked her phone on her break. She never really expected anything, but she always checked in case something had happened with Patrick.

She opened the text

Hey, it's Quinn. I hope you don't mind that I swiped your number. I'm having a little dinner get together tonight and I'd love it if you and Patrick could join us. Let me know :)

Rachel didn't even realize that she was smiling. It was so thoughtful of Quinn to invite her and Patrick. And it had been thoughtless of Rachel to not have asked for Quinn's number, but she supposed it had all worked out. And now she had her number anyway.

Rachel quickly saved Quinn's number in her phone before typing out a reply confirming her and Patrick's attendance and asking for the address and suitable attire. She inhaled her tea, and couldn't help but to think that today would be a good day.

Quinn smiled at Rachel's response. It was just like her to ask what she should wear. She quickly replied to Rachel with her address, telling her that dinner would be around seven and that it was just a casual dinner, so she didn't need to wear anything special.

Quinn sipped her coffee, reveling in the caffeine, before returning her attention to the computer in front of her.

Her office phone rang and she sighed, wondering what flavor of coffee her boss wanted today.

"Kevin Goldman's office Quinn Evans speaking," Quinn answered as she always did.

Quinn's face froze as she heard the woman on the other end of the line telling her that she was wanted in Mr. Phillips office in five minutes.

"O-of course," Quinn stuttered, before hanging up.

Mr. Phillips was one of the owners of the publishing firm that she worked at, and the only people who ever got called up to see him (at least at her level) were there to either be fired or promoted. She prayed it was the latter.

Quinn made her way quickly to the elevators; she wiped some sweat from her brow as she pushed the button for the thirty-second floor.

God, what if she was getting fired. She supposed it wouldn't be that big of a deal because thanks to Clay she really had enough money to live off of and support the kids, but she wanted to work in this line of business. She wanted to become an editor, and maybe eventually be a published author. She supposed she would be able to spend more time with the kids, but then she spent a lot of time with them as it was. Any free time she had she spent with them. She took days off to just play with them and be with them. And she wanted to set the example that they shouldn't just slide by on the money that they would have, that they should dream and make those dreams come true. That it was worth the work and effort you had to put in to chase your dreams. She was, in a way, a lot like Clay and Lucy. She didn't want to live on the money she now had just because she had it. She wanted to do something with her life. Something that Lucy and Logan would be proud of when they grew up.

The elevator door opened and she stepped out, she noticed the woman at the desk in the corner. She guessed it was her whom she had spoken with mere minutes ago on the phone. She told the woman she was here and took a seat in one of the chairs. Now she had to wait, and that made her nervous.