Quinn loved New York City. She was enthralled by its glory and loved the hectic hustle and bustle of the crowds, the beaming bright lights of the city, the buzzing nightlife and even the reckless driving of the yellow cabs or the radiant beauty of the towering skyscrapers. New York had instantly captured her heart. She thought the best thing was that this vibrant city was always awake and there was always a corner waiting to be discovered. Her favorite activity was to take a stroll through Central Park early in the morning or get lost in the hordes in Times Square. Sometimes she just walked around the endless array of shopping streets in Manhattan or wasted time in one of the many museums in the city.

Her first quest in the morning when she left the apartment building was to find one of the small bagel shops. She usually ordered some coffee and pastry there, sat down on a small table facing the window and observed the people passing by. People were rushing around trying to find a cab to take them to the places they needed to go. She loved watching them.

Today was one of those days or more evenings. Quinn sat in a cozy coffee shop and even if the weather wasn't very inviting she had decided to take a stroll around the city. She left the coffee shop and just started walking. She passed vendors selling things like 'real' cashmere scarves for $10 apiece and ignored the seductive smell of the little hotdog stands. The rain was beating against the umbrella over her and the wind was blowing wildly, but she didn't care. She went with the flow of the masses and ended up in a place she hadn't visited since she was in the city.

When she looked up she saw impressive storefronts and huge Broadway billboards. Her gaze fell on one particular billboard and everything stopped around her. Time stood still, people vanished and the sounds of the city fainted. She just stood there, her eyes focused on the billboard in front of her. When she saw the name of the show 'Glee', four golden letters encircled by neon lights, she smiled. She had heard about it, critics called it the best new show on Broadway and the best musical of the century. It went viral about a year ago and won every Tony Award ever since. Quinn knew that Broadway would be the place to find her (and this was maybe the reason why she had left out Times Square and Broadway on her discovery tours.) It was unbelievable - 2,000 square feet full of Rachel Berry in all her glory and all her beauty.

Her heart pounded faster and a long missed warmness passed through her resting in the pit of her stomach.

'I can't believe it. Rachel Berry is living her dream. Wow!'

She stood dumbfounded in the middle of Times Square in a sea of people, staring at the huge face in front of her, mouth agape. It took a while for her to recover and proceeded with her stroll. She was carried away by the breaking waves of people flocking across the square. Suddenly Rachel Berry was everywhere as Quinn kept walking. On a poster she was called 'one of the biggest stars on Broadway', 'with a magnetic personality that causes audiences to be riveted on her'.

She shook her head, still not being able to process so much visual information.

'She is still so beautiful, perfect, and gorgeous. Kudos Miss Berry for making it big on Broadway!' Quinn thought to herself while trying to hold on to her umbrella. A gust of wind rattled through the street, blowing rain into her face and whipping her tangled hair into all directions. The wind was so fierce that she had to close her umbrella. The blonde quickened her pace, hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets and her head bowed to avoid any unnecessary wind. She struggled to keep her hair out of her eyes as she continued walking. She was a mere couple blocks from her apartment when an extremely aggressive gust of wind ripped at her body, almost throwing her slender form to the ground. Quinn managed to stumble against the rioting rain and wind, leaning against a thick post for a minute. Not far from her was a nice, small restaurant with a big window. People inside were talking and laughing, the place felt welcoming and cozy.

Her eyes scanned the place for a short moment when she saw a familiar face in the crowd and was thunderstruck.

'This can't be. There is no way that she could possibly be here? Come on, what are the chances?' she thought to herself. It had to be her mind playing tricks on her.

She just stood there, her hair dripping with rain water and her eyes trying to find the person again inside the restaurant. But it was really dark inside.

'No way, it wasn't her!'

Quinn shook her head in disbelief. She only had a couple blocks left and so she went on, yearning for a hot and long bath.

When she closed the apartment door behind her, she kicked off her shoes and suddenly became conscious of how wet her clothes were. Stripping off her wet layers she scattered her clothes all over her living-room floor and walked naked into the bathroom. Quinn turned on the water in the bathtub and added a huge amount of aromatic bubble bath to the steaming water. Her iPod provided wonderful and calming background music along with several small candles placed around the tub. When she stepped into extremely hot water, she felt her skin tingle from the heat. She stretched her neck against the cool porcelain of the tub and sighed contently. Quinn sunk deeper into the hot water, her head below the water level and her body relaxed in this warm paradise. She loved the indulgence of a long soak.

When she closed her eyes, a face popped up in front of her inner eye and suddenly her thoughts revolved around this person again.

'Rachel Berry – why are you still in my head? What should I do with you?' Her thoughts trailed off and memories came rushing back to her. High School, Glee club, how she treated Rachel, their friendship, the summer after High School …

She opened her eyes and a single tear ran down her cheek.

"I miss you so much!" she whispered. Her head submerged beneath the surface again.

'It was a sign that I saw your face everywhere today! But how can I find you, reach you?'

And suddenly she had vague plan.

Some refreshing minutes later the bubbles were vanishing and the hot bath had washed away her stresses and troubles. She stepped out of the bathtub, drained the plug and wrapped a fluffy towel around herself before walking into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of red wine. When she walked back into the living-room, her eyes fell on a little box. Quinn hadn't had time to store it away yet. She sat down on the couch, put the container on her lap and opened it with shaky hands. The first thing she saw was a big pink pig named Floyd and all the memories of this day came flooding back to her.

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We will see where Quinn is heading to ;) This is just a short interlude and I promise, the next update will be longer and faster (and probably more smutty ;) Reviews are welcome!

"Not all those who wander are lost." (J.R.R. Tolkien)