Hey guys! Bad news fist: my lap top just let me down, I'm almost two weeks unable to write :( it sucks! Plus I just found out I have Asperger syndrome and it sucks even more because writing faberry helps with my anxiety.

The good news: I wrote this chapter before and my beta just sent it to me, so here I am on my bother's computer late in the night just to post it :) unfortunately the chapter 4 is going to take a little longer as well as my others fics updates in case you're reading them too. I'll be back soon, hopefully.

Somewhere in the past...

"What are you up to Mr. Finn Hudson?"

"Nothing. Just want to share something with you."

Finn opens the car door and gets out of his truck. He walks around the car toward the passenger's door; he opens it as he wants Rachel to get out too. They are parked on the highway. It's a warm and beautiful day, and as soon as Rachel steps out of the car she takes in the sight of the biggest star of all. The sun is going down and the sky is a wonderful mix of colors.

"Though I can't complain as the view is amazing in here, do you have a particular reason to stop here?"

"This is my favorite spot. You know, to watch the sunset."

Rachel frowns surprised.

"Before you say something, no, I don't come here to think or anything, like writers or other people might do."

She nestles her face on his chest muffling her giggles.

"Bet I scared you right?" He hugs her from behind as he leans on his truck.

"Of course not." She looks up smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah right, anyway. Isn't it beautiful?" He looks forward at the sunset.

"Yeah it is. Why haven't you brought me here before?"

"I don't know, I think I never had the chance." He kisses the top of her head.

"This is very romantic you know? Are you trying to seduce me?"

"That depends, is it working?"

"Finn!" She nudges him.

"How many girls have you brought here?"

"Just Quinn." He taps his forehead. "I mean…"

She pulls away and looks at him narrowing her eyes playfully and for his surprise she doesn't seem to be upset.

"I should be upset. But I'm not."

"Really?" He asks skeptically.

"That's what we call growing up. I know weeks ago I was freaking out because some prom posters but anyway, I know you love me and…" she trails off playfully as she lifts their joined hands up and kisses the back of his hand fondly. "We're going to get married!"

"Right." He nods with a melancholic smile and Rachel doesn't see his thoughtful face.

"Besides I bet she looked breathtaking. I mean with this perfect view and her perfect…" She smiles genuinely. "Everything… she must have been gorgeous."

"What you're talking about?" He squeezes her sweetly.

"Was that day as beautiful as today?" She continues absentmindedly. She is lost in thoughts of the sunlight reflecting into hazel orbs and golden hair making the sun jealous.

"What day?" Finn asks confused and she finally comes out of her reveries.

"The day you brought Quinn here."

"Oh… yeah. That's why I stopped. It was actually an unplanned thing. She was a little upset. She was pregnant." He explains reviving that day somehow. "I thought it could soothe her a little, you know Quinn."

Rachel nods amused.

"Did it help?"

"Yes. She said she loved it but she got very thoughtful, I guess she is the kind of people who likes to think."

"Yes she is. She is very smart. You know, she is an Ivy League girl now."

They laugh, both prideful of their mutual friend. There are moments in life that asks for silence and contemplation, and so this is what they do, they remain silent just enjoying each other and contemplating the sight in front of them.

Rachel will never forget this day.

She was healing, of course it wasn't and it won't be easy for her. He was one of the most important people in her life. She literally has no words to describe what Finn Hudson was to her. He was a giant; he was so big, wasn't he? And so softhearted, a little clueless yes, he was and she used to think it was cute, that is, sometimes most of the times it just annoyed her. But she loved him, flaws included.

If someone had asked her to choose one word that could elucidate, to enlighten what her relationship with the boy was going to be she would chose infinity again. Because she has no doubt that she was going to love the boy forever. If they were going to work as a couple is another story.

They had different priorities in their lives; Finn was happy and content at the prospect of staying in Lima. Rachel wants to shine on Broadway, in New York and maybe the world, why not? She has always wanted everything too much. That's why maybe she had this unresolved thing in her life.

Something she thought she left in high school but in reality has been haunting her to this very the person who haunt her is actually pretty much alive, and now that Rachel doesn't have Finn anymore she thinks it will only get worst.

Rachel Berry talked to Finn Hudson for the first time on sophomore year and in that very day she found out the boy was dating none other than the president of the celibacy club, the pretty blonde cheerleader, Quinn Fabray.

Well, Quinn happened to be just one of her biggest tormentors and that was way before Rachel started chasing her boyfriend. Rachel fell in love with F inn. Quinn got pregnant. Rachel gave her panties to the school pervert because of FINN. She helped FINN find a job and be a good father.

She sang "keep holding" on to FINN. She asked what it was like to kiss Quinn because she was jealous and she wanted to know if FINN still had real feelings for the blonde. She chose that corsage on junior prom because she was helping FINN. She wrote "get it right" thinking about FINN and now she is thinking about Quinn because of Finn right? She thinks it so weird that since the whole memorial thing the girl has become so distant.

Should she be resigned that Quinn isn't going to be part of her future? After everything they went through? Fights, name callings, the slap, and a car accident, they managed to overcome all this to put it all away?

She is scared. She is afraid of losing Quinn, that's the truth. Basically, she is still trying to figure out what made her do that though Quinn's aloofness is proving that she made the right choice. It was like high school again. She felt so small, so inappropriate, and she didn't even know why that scene bothered her so much.

She was making a surprise; she was finally visiting her friend. Quinn didn't know she was going to Yale, and that was okay because she had the blonde's address and it couldn't be that complicated to find it and in fact it wasn't too much difficult to find the dorms' building. Although she wished she never had found it. She caught sight of familiar blonde hair and froze.

He was very charming and she needed to leave.

"It's okay Blaine hopefully there'll be other opportunities. You mother needed you there, I understand it. What I don't understand is why Kurt is taking so long." She sighs. "Are you sure he didn't tell you anything?" She nods her head as Blaine reassures her that Kurt didn't give him any detail of his sudden trip, which is true. Kurt just said she was visiting a friend and that he is going to explain everything when he returns. "Okay, I've got to go now."

She hangs up and tilts her head up to look at the beautiful, sexy, hot girl making her makeup, too much for a so called straight girl? Well, it's not her fault that Santana is so damn hot and that she is currently a few inches away from her face.

She is pretty sure she is not totally straight anyway, that is, if it's normal staring at another girl's ass and abs and breasts… she even has a type, you know, just in case. Blonde, she likes blondes.

"Do you know something I don't know?" She focuses on her concerns instead of Santana's lips.

"I know lot of things you don't know; now stop moving or you'll ruin my work. I mean I should win a prize." She gestures to Rachel. "You're actually looking good."

"Do you really think I'm that bad? I mean yeah I know you used to call me Rupaul but…" She shrugs.

Santana sighs soundly.

"Rachel, I can't believe I'm going to say this…" She grimaces; the truth is that since Finn's death she has gotten a little less bitchy toward her friends at least.

Santana cared about him, actually she loved him. She loves all of her crazy and silly friends and of course she loved Brittany more than anything, and she thinks that she always will, but Rachel is a very important person in her life right now.

"No, I don't think that. That was the reason why we picked on you so much. Yes, you were hot material." She shrugs in a Santana's way. "Had no sense of fashion and you were freaking annoying, but you were hot in high school that's for sure. You're looking even better now if I might add."

Rachel giggles shyly.

"You are very beautiful Rachel." Santana says sincerely.

"Thanks." Rachel smiles and she goes back to her task.

"Oh, and I really don't know what Kurt is doing." She lies lamely, earning a serious glare from Rachel. "Okay, fine he is in New Haven."

"He is where?" Rachel shouts, standing abruptly.

"Why? What happened? Is Quinn okay? Tell me!" Rachel says panicking.

"He is just visiting and that's all I know."

Rachel sits down again, regaining her composure. They remain silent for a moment.

"I was going to invite her, but I figured she wouldn't be interested."

"What do you mean?"

"She's been distant and I don't know maybe it's me." She shrugs her shoulders. "I'm glad you and I are friends though."

"Yeah me too, but…" Santana frowns. "Are you telling me that you think Quinn is not your friend?" Santana is a little disbelieving; she can't understand why Rachel would doubt her and Quinn's friendship. She was there when Quinn gave up her crown just to make Rachel prom queen.

If she didn't believe at the time that Quinn only did that because she was making amends with Rachel or because she wanted to change things in the school's hierarchy, now with Kurt's theory though Santana believes there was another reason.

"It's complicated; I'm not saying she is purposely backing away. I'm just saying that she has no reason to..."

"To what Rachel? Be your friend?" Rachel nods. "Rachel, is not like that. I'm sure she has a reason as to why she's been so distant.

"Yeah sure. He really must be charming."

"Who?"

"Nevermind. Let's just finish up here."

"Don't you think we should take my stuff to your place first?"

"What? No, we have no time for that. Rachel is going to kill me if I..." He stops talking, grabs her elbow and drags her along. "You'll see."

It's all he says as Quinn kept rolling her suitcase as she tries to keep up with Kurt's pace.

"Okay." She huffs.

"Quit the attitude Fabray, you'll thank me later." He takes his phone and sees how late he is.

"Fuck!" She gasps surprised. She had never seen Kurt curse before. "She is really going to kill me."

They are already in New York and Kurt should be in a certain place doing the makeup of a certain diva. Kurt manages to hale a taxi and so they head to their destination

Moments later, they arrive at the destination, a night club.

"What are we doing here?" Quinn asks as soon as they get out of the taxi.

"You would know if you weren't too busy pushing your friends away."

"Are you going to tell me or not?" She snorts.

"I don't want to ruin the surprise."

Once again he takes his phone, tries to call Rachel and gets nothing. Then he tries to call Santana, also gets nothing. He sighs frustrated and walks toward the ticket office.

"Let's buy your ticket." He already has one as Rachel arranged it and of course he kept it with him. After the purchase they get inside. The place is already full and it's kind of difficult for Quinn to move around with her suitcase. Kurt barely contains his laugh when she accidentally hits a girl.

"Congrats you hit on a girl. Just don't let Rachel find out or she won't like it."

"It's not funny; I might have crushed her foot."

"Oh come on, look the way she looked at you, actually she's still looking." He teases. "I can't blame her though even I can see the appeal." He checks her out. "Oh!" He beams excitedly. "Blaine has a thing for you." He puts his hand on his chest happy as if she is telling him the gossip of the year.

"Okay." She chuckles. "Isn't he gay? And I don't know, your fiancé?"

"So? He thinks you're beautiful, but anyone with eyes can see that. So…" He looks around. "Do you want something to drink?" He offers.

"I don't know if it is a good idea moving with this." She points down.

"I can take..." He stops mid sentence as the lights on the stage indicates that the presentation will start. A man gets on the stage and takes the microphone.

"Having a good night everybody? Okay so, let's get this night started shall we? Tonight, presenting us with her powerful voice…" He trails off for show. "Rachel Berry!"

Quinn turns and stares at Kurt with her mouth wide open. The fashionable boy smiles at her and then turns her eyes to the stage; Rachel is going to sing after all. The lights are off, suddenly the distinct sound of the piano is echoing through the place. A keyboard actually, Quinn notices as the light cannon illuminates it and the person playing it. Then Quinn is enthralled, when did Rachel learn to play like that? She knows for sure that the girl wasn't that good as she knows how to play herself and then Rachel starts singing to her utter delight and she has to admit that she really has missed Rachel's voice.

The drum joins in.

I've been ignoring this big lump in my throat I shouldn't be crying, tears were for the weak.

The days I'm stronger, know what, so I say.

That's something missing.

Whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me.

Through the glass of a two-sided mirror.

Whatever it is, it's just laughing at me.

I just wanna scream.

The band follows suit as she takes the microphone from the base and goes to the center of the stage and Quinn can see her outfit. Actually, she was kind of drooling. Once upon a time she thought Rachel looked sexy when they were going to sing that Bon Jovi song in Glee.

Now? Well, now she has no words. Rachel cut her hair a bit. It's more like a little bit passed the shoulder length now, it has curls and it's wild. Her stylish short nails were black, just like her leather jacket.

What now?

I just can't figure it out.

What now?

I guess I'll just wait it out.

What now?

Ooh...

What now?

Quinn doesn't know when she started moving; all she knows is that she wants to get closer. She leaves her suitcase behind and walks toward the stage, toward those mesmerizing brown orbs.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asks but then he catches sight of a familiar person at the bar and goes toward her, taking Quinn's suitcase with him.

I found the one, he changed my life.

But was it me that changed.

He just happened to come at the right time.

I'm supposed to be in love.

But I'm not mugging.

Yes, she is trying to figure out.

She's been trying for a while now. She was supposed to be in love. She was supposed to get married not typing messages. Once upon a time she almost lost that one thing she has ever wanted, but was never brave enough to admit it. How could she? Quinn would have laughed in her face.

Whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me.

Through the glass of a two-sided mirror.

Whatever it is, it's just sitting there laughing at me.

And I just wanna scream

She loved him, but he wasn't the love of her life. That was a fallacy. Is it Quinn? She doesn't know and it doesn't matter anyway. Quinn is far away now, not just physically. All she wants is for Quinn to be happy, with Puck, or that Yale guy, she wants her happiness above all things.

Rachel knew it was going to get worse now that she doesn't have Finn as her justification. As her easy escape. She doesn't want to think about Quinn that much. Now for example, she is even hallucinating, because she is pretty sure Quinn is in New Haven and not a few feet away from her trying to get close to the stage but the crowd is a persistent barrier.

What now?

I just can't figure it out

What now?

I guess I'll just wait it out

What now?

What now?

Please, tell me

Quinn is aware that she is now one of those annoying people in concerts who try to get in the front by shoving everyone else. But in the moment their eyes lock onto each other she just turns off everything else, she just keeps going forward.

There's no one to call cause

I'm just playing games with them all

The most where I'm happy, the more that I'm feeling alone

Cause I spent every hour just going through the motions

I can't even get the emotions to come out

Dry as a bomb, but I just wanna shout.

It is hard to keep her performance with those hazel eyes staring back at her. Is that guy really checking out Quinn's ass? She is very close to impersonate Santana and go all Lima heights on him, but Quinn is smiling at her, and she can't think about anything else. Right, sing, she is singing.

What now?

I just can't figure it out

What now?

I guess I'll just wait it out

What now?

Somebody tell me

What now?

I don't know where to go

I don't know what to feel

I don't know how to cry

I don't know ow ow why

I don't know where to go

I don't know what to feel

I don't know how to cry

I don't know how or why

I don't know where to go

I don't know what to feel

I don't know how to cry

I don't know how or why

So what now?

Rachel finishes the song, they smile at each other and she winks at Quinn. The blonde might have flustered a little because of that.

"Hi everybody, I'm Rachel Berry and I hope you guys have a good time tonight! Hit it!"

After she sang lots of songs she announces that the show is almost over, but she has time for one more song.

"So, after I threw a party in my house that didn't end up very well…" She looks at Quinn, smirking. "I promised I wasn't going to drink anymore." She grimaces playfully. "But… I was just a little girl. Now, I'm old enough to driiiink!"

She shouts and gestures to one of the Roadies; he brings her a shot of tequila.

Rachel takes the glass and drinks everything in one motion. She coughs and grimaces as the liquid descends like a cascade of fire on her throat.

"Hit it!" She shouts on the microphone.

I saw her dancing there by the record machine,

I knew she must have been about seventeen.

The beat was going strong

Playing my favorite song...

Quinn can't help but get a little cocky; the goddess on the stage just winked at her and is now singing directly to her? And, did she change the lyrics or did she just imagine it?

I love Rock 'N Roll

So put another dime in the jukebox, Baby

I love Rock N' Roll

So come and take your time and dance with me

Oh God… She tries to calm down, although Rachel is not helping at all as she goes down moving her hips, never stop singing and slightly tipsy. The brunette had a couple of beers before the tequila shot.

The singer finishes the song, says her thanks and goes toward the backstage. Quinn turns, looking for Kurt, but the boy is nowhere to be found. She calls him.

"Where are you?" She asks as soon as he picks up the phone.

"Rachel's dressing room. I found Santana on the bar and we came here before the last song. Do you know how to get here?"

"Of course I don't. Where's my suitcase by the way?"

"It's with me. And don't worry I'm going to get you."

"Quinn is here? For a moment there I thought I was hallucinating."

Rachel says as she takes a bottle of water.

"You're not hallucinating; I'm going to take her."

She turns to Santana as Kurt walks away.

"Did you know she was coming?"

"No." Santana shakes her head. "Hey, you were amazing tonight."

"I have my moves." Rachel smiles from ear to ear. "Do you think we can sing together?"

"Nope, I'm a solo. I don't share my stage."

Rachel pouts playfully.

"Pretty please?"

"Just come here and hug me."

"You're drunk."

"I'm not."

They hug each other.

"Yeah right."

"I might have drank a little." Santana admits not a bit remorseful.

"How much?" Rachel asks as they are still into each other arms.

"Enough to do this." She cups Rachel's buttock and squeezes it playfully.

As soon as she enters in the room Quinn's brain doesn't process anything other than Santana's hand on Rachel's ass.

"I should know you were a whore." She says bitterly. The two brunettes pull away from each other.

"What are you talking about Q?" Santana inquires in a light tone.

"I thought you were my friend." She clenches her jaw, eyes avoiding Rachel's.

"Just calm your tits okay." She rolls her eyes and gets closer. "And I'm going to pretend you didn't call me that." She pokes Quinn's shoulder.

"Don't tou-"She pokes Santana's shoulder too, only a little bit forcefully."-ch me."

"You don't touch me." Santana pushes Quinn's shoulder.

"What are you guys doing?" Kurt interjects.

"Yeah, what is going on here?" Rachel stares at both of them.

"Nothing. Fucking bitch thinks she can be all bitch over me. Just because she is fucking jealous-"

Before she can do anything, Quinn pushes her hard and she hits the all roughly. She launches herself toward the blonde and their bodies' crash into each other.

It is like high school again, Kurt thinks as he rolls his eyes. How do they manage to have sex?

Ew! Why am I thinking about it?

"I'll take Quinn." He says to Rachel who is about to protest, why do I get Satan? He thinks, but the situation is far too extreme for that. She wraps her arms around Santana's waist and pulls her away from Quinn. Kurt does the same with the blonde.

"Let go of me Kurt!" She fights him. "Bitch!" She shouts at Santana.

"Puta!"

"Hey!" Rachel glares at her.

"Sorry." Santana looks down at Rachel's eyes. "She started it." Quinn eyes go wide at the display of affection in front of her. She breaks free from Kurt and gets out of the room.

"Quinn?" Rachel tries out. "Where is she going?" Rachel inquires as she stares at Kurt.

"I don't know you should go after her, she will listen to you." He says to Rachel but his eyes are on Santana.

"Don't look at me! I didn't start it."

"Yeah."

"Don't start you two too. What's happening today?" She walks toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Santana asks her.

"What do you think? I'm going after her."

I'm always going after her.

She thinks as she leaves the room, to chase the blonde girl once again.

So? I wonder If Pezberry interactions are going to be the same when Rachel finds out about Quinntana… poor Santana… just kidding, but Rachel won't accept it very well…

The song:

What now (by Rihanna)