A/N :: OH MY STARS! I love you people! First day up and I already have two reviews, one favorite and eleven followers.

Yes, you are getting the second chapter on the same day as the first, because I have confidence and on me, that is generally a good thing.

Once again, my mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer :: Glee is not mine, because if it were, well, things would have been different from day one.

Quinn watched Santana and Brittany return, followed by a sight that, she had to admit, was one for sore eyes. Rachel Berry had become a woman in the years since they had last seen each other, and Quinn could not help but marvel at how stunning she looked. She watched Rachel and as their eyes met, her own hazel peering deep into Rachel's dark chocolate-brown, begging for forgiveness, forgiveness for something that it seemed, Rachel would never forgive her. A small sigh escaped her lips, as she raised an eyebrow at the lingering eyes of the brunette, feeling them rake over her body, as if Rachel was memorizing every bit of her.

Quinn became lost in her own thoughts for a moment, only coming back when she heard a nervous chuckle that she had not heard in many years, before Rachel said something about remembering. Quinn wondered if what Rachel remembered was the same as what Quinn remembered, every time she closed her eyes at night to try to sleep.

However, before she could dwell on the thought much further, Santana was talking about her, saying something about a song. Her mouth formed a small 'o' as she remembered that she did, indeed, have a song she wished to perform. However, she could not help but raise an eyebrow at the voice in which the Latina spoke; man did Brittany have her whipped.

Standing, Quinn ran a hand through her short pink and blonde hair, shaking it out a little, as she moved towards the center of the room, detouring off to the side to grab a stool, and an old guitar, before returning to the center. She remembered to take note of where Rachel had taken a seat, near the back, on her own, with only Santana in front of her to keep her connected to the group. She took a seat on the stool, positioning herself comfortably with the guitar, much unlike the first time she ever played, with Sam up behind her.

"Well, here we are, back at McKinley high, back in Lima, fuckin', Ohio, the place we all strived so hard to get out of, and all but one of us did, and he would have too, I know he would have, but that's not why we're here. We're here to remember the Nationals win that started a legacy, a legacy that started right here, in this very room, with a few mismatched teenagers and a man who had a butt-chin and an unnatural obsession with sweater vests. Speaking of which, where is Mr. Shue?" she stopped, looking around, when the man in question came through the door, panting slightly. "Well speak of the devil. Where were you Mr. Shue, we were about to start without you!" Quinn said, and the man looked at her, a smile on his face. "Sorry I'm late guys, Emma needed help with something and we lost track of time."

Every eye in the room turned to him, and laughter quickly filled the room. Santana was the first to speak once the laughter died down a bit, "You know Mr. Shue, if you were having sex, just say so next time. We've all had it, and you can't keep treating us like naïve children for the rest of our lives, because most of us had, had sex by the time you met us, and have had more since then," she said, in a 'matter-of-fact' way that sent a blush through the older man's cheeks, meaning Santana was likely right. However, before more embarrassment could spread, Quinn intervened, "Yes, while that might be true, you are here now, and that is all that matters. Now, can I get started?" Mr. Shue, and everyone else, nodded at her, as the man took a seat.

She began to strum the guitar, humming a bit, before she began to sing.

Yesterday I got a call
Someone I didn't know at all had passed away
Mama said, "Yeah you know him
You went to school with both his kids
They lived out on Prescott lane"
She said, "You should've seen the line
Mrs. Johnson said to tell you 'Hi'"

Thank God for hometowns,
And all the love that makes them go round.
Thank God, for the county lines that welcomes you back in
when you were dying to get out.
Thank God for choir rooms,
and all the faces that won't forget you.

Cause when you're lost out in this crazy world
you got somewhere to go and get found
Thank God for hometowns
Yeah

She changed the lyrics at the chorus, from 'church pews' to 'choir rooms' because honestly, not everyone was religious, and she herself had lost a lot of her religion in the years that had passed. Things had changed, but one thing had remained the same, those in that choir room would never forget her, until they were old and grey and their memories consisted of nothing more than stories about the 'glory days', most of which they would exaggerate or make up completely.

Last June my cousin tied the knot,
Didn't know if I'd go or not
But I'm sure glad I did
It was a pretty good haul but worth the drive
I could feel myself come back to life
The closer that I'd get
First red light I rolled the windows down
Breathed it in and took a look around

Thank God, for hometowns
First kisses and touchdowns
Thank God for the county lines that welcomes you back in
when you were dying to get out

Thank God, for choir rooms,
and all the faces that won't forget you.

And when you're lost out in this crazy world,
you got somewhere to go and get found
Thank God for hometowns
Yeah

I always find another piece of me
Walking down these old familiar streets

Thank God, for hometowns
And all the love that makes them go round
Thank God for the county lines that welcomes you back in
When you were dying to get out.
Thank God, for choir rooms
And all the faces that won't forget you
And when you're lost out in this crazy world
You got somewhere to go and get found
Thank God for hometowns
Thank God for hometowns

Quinn allowed the notes to fade away, strumming the guitar to the tune, as the applause erupted in the choir room. She could not look away from where her eyes were boring holes into the far wall, until she felt Mr. Shue clap her on the shoulder, saying something or other, about a great performance. Her eyes turned to him, but her mind was still on the song, and on memories that she hoped would not ruin what she had planned for this particular weekend.

Thank you for reading. Please review. I am open to all criticism, provided it is constructive, so do not flame.

Disclaimer :: The song does not belong to me. It is "Thank God for Hometowns" by Carrie Underwood and all rights go to her and whoever else they happen to belong to, I just borrowed it, and made a quick change to fit the occasion.

Not sure on when the next chapter will be up, but it should be soon.