A/N: Hey guys, so this chapter is kinda short but it's designed to set up what comes next...Enjoy!

Chapter 19: Never Be A Right Time

She sat in the giant purple armchair by the window, the gentle guitar chords oozing from the record player across the room. She toyed with her cellphone, illuminating the screen every few minutes impatiently. No messages.

She heard squeaking footsteps against the dark wooden floor, and turned her attention towards the doorway hopefully. She saw the tall figure in the doorway and breathed a silent sigh of relief. He slid off his gold wire rimmed aviator sunglasses walking toward her and revealed that boyish grin.

'Sorry I'm late.' He took off his grey Yankees cap, revealing cherub blonde hair and ran his hand quickly through it. 'I wasn't expecting you back so soon.'
She stood and they greeted each other with a hug. 'Yeah, me neither.' She replied quietly.

He took a seat in the matching armchair opposite her and looked at her concerned. 'So, what happened?'

12 hours before

She used the heels of her palms to push herself off the lip of the sink. 'Don't say that…'
'I haven't seen you in years, or even heard from you for that matter. Not even so much as a phonecall from you. We live in completely different worlds now Quinn. Of course you're a stranger to me now.'
'But we don't have to live in different worlds Rach.' She contested.
'Yes we do Quinn. You're in New York, and I have to be here.'
'I don't have to be in New York…'
She shook her head looking down. 'Don't make this any harder than it already is Quinn.'
'I'm not trying to; I'm trying to make it easier. I'm trying to fight for you, for us. Can't you see that?'
She folded her arms. 'I need you to leave.'
The blonde saw glimmering tears in those big brown eyes. 'Don't you wanna fight for us?'
She finally looked at the taller blonde. 'There's nothing left to fight for.'

Something inside Quinn switched to auto-pilot. She took a step forward enveloping Rachel's jaw between her two pale hands, and before the brunette could protest, she brought their lips together softly. Eyes drifted shut, and slow tears fell from brown and hazel eyes, running down over the swell of their cheeks, melting together allowing them to finally be one after so long.
Quinn pulled back. 'If that's not reason alone to fight for, then I don't know what is.'

When brown eyes opened, Quinn was nowhere to be seen.

'So you just left it like that?'
She shrugged. 'I couldn't think of anything else to do. She knows where to reach me if she changes her mind.'
Sam smiled to himself. 'You never know, you might see her again.'
She shrugged again. 'I don't know. I don't think so.'
He reached into his leather jacket pocket and brought out a cream envelope. 'That reminds me…'
He handed her the envelope, with a confused look from Quinn. She turned over the envelope and saw a mid-blue ribbon down the side. Black calligraphy writing marked the front.

Ms Quinn Fabray

She turned it back over and began to open it, sliding her thumb under the seal.

'I didn't know your address, so I figured I'd just give it to you when I saw you. I know it's a bit short notice, so don't worry if you can't make it.'
She slid the white and blue card from its wrapping.

Dear Ms Quinn Fabray,

You are cordially invited to the wedding of

Mr Samuel Bradley Evans

And

Miss Romy Beth Baker

On

Thursday October 8th 2015

The nuptials will be held in Central Park with the reception at Tavern on the Green.

A confused smile grew across her face and she looked up at Sam. 'You want me at your wedding?'
He laughed. 'There'd be no wedding without you!'
She genuinely grinned and hugged him tightly. 'Thank you Sam, really.' She whispered up to his ear.
He felt her fragile heart beat slowly against his chest. 'No, thank you Quinn, really.' He responded squeezing her lightly.