And we're chuggin' along...thanx for the people that are enjoying this as always I'm grateful that it's interesting to you.

Enjoy!

"...so, then you ran?" Artie asked over the noise from Rachel's ihome.

"It was kind of an automatic reaction. I don't even think I thought about a course of action..." Rachel sighed swinging her legs which hung over the arm of the couch she was laying on.

"Well, why didn't you stay? You can't tell me that you don't still carry a torch for Quinn..."

"I don't ." The brunette mumbled into the arm she'd thrown over her face in frustration.

"Liar, liar. Remember that I'm your roommate, Rachel, I know shit about you I wish I did.'t...the deep dark things.." The wheelchair-bound man smirked rolling into the kitchen.

"Like...?"

"Like...hmm...like you can concoct an extravagant meal, but you have a habit of burning simple things like rice." He laughed reaching into the fridge for the milk carton.

"Shh...that's my darkest secret."

"All kidding aside, what's the plan for Quinn?" He measured out a cup for the macaroni and cheese he was making and poured it into the casserole dish.

"There is no plan. I, Rachel Barbra Berry am planless."

"Oh, these are indeed dire straits when Rachel Barbra Berry has become planless." He snarked chuckling and placing the Macaroni and Cheese in the oven.

"I'm glad you're so amused."

"I mean, maybe it's not the end of the world that you two are back in touch."

"We're not back into touch. Being in touch implies that we are talking to each other and what do I have to say to Quinn Fabray. She walked away…ran away and stayed away for a decade, a full decade, Artie!" She sat up and stamp her foot on the hardwood floor.

"Maybe this would be a good time to get some closure. Obviously it still hurts you, maybe if you talked about it you could move on and if you can move on then wouldn't things just be better?"

"Don't care." She crossed her arms huffing.

"Fine, be stubborn, but you know how things like this are, it's just going to keep popping up until you decide to do something about it. Remember that girl, Ma—Marisa? Remember how I kept running into her until I finally sat her down and cleanly broke up with her?"

"She was stalking you, clearly."

"You think I'm stalker worthy?"

"That would feed your ego, typical." She sighed rising from the couch and heading for her bedroom, suddenly feeling very tired.

"Don't be like that, Rach."

"I'm just tired, ok?" Her shoulders sagged as she slipped into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Inside her room the small brunette took off her heels and lay on the bed. She couldn't believe she'd seen Quinn. Her Quinn. Quinn; that had mysteriously disappeared from her life after three years of dating. After all the plans they'd made. After promising that she was it for her. No, she wasn't her Quinn, she hadn't been her Quinn. A frown pinched her face a she turned towards the wall and closed her eyes trying not to think of a certain blonde.

Rachel tried again to call Quinn. She didn't want to be smothering, but after Quinn's no call, no show last night at the bridal shower she was worried. She was beyond worried; she was terrified that something had happened to her girlfriend. It wasn't like Quinn not to call or at least text her. It had taken Brittany and Santana to keep her occupied at the shower so that she didn't storm over to the Fabray residence and give the blonde a piece of her mind, but they weren't here to stop her this morning.

She walked up to the front door anxiety eating at her. What if something had happened to Quinn. What if she were hurt? No, Judy would have called her. Why hadn't either one of them called her?

Before she had the chance to knock the door was opened up and Judy stood in front of her wrapped in a yellow robe. She looked at Rachel with the saddest hazel eyes and she almost couldn't control a sob from escaping her lips.

"Rachel, honey, come inside so we can talk…"

"What happened Mrs. Fabray…where's Quinn." Rachel stopped walking.

Judy sighed. "She left, Rachel…she told me she was going to tell you, but she's gone…all she left was this note…"

The older blonde held up a white slip of paper. "For me?"

"No…for me…but she wanted me to tell you she loved you…" Judy sniffled "…Rachel come inside, dear…"

"She left me? Without a note or a goodbye or an explanation? She just left?" Rachel paced the walkway numbed by the words that her girlfriend's mother was saying.

"Rachel…." The older woman reached out a palm and the tiny brunette backed away as if she'd been burned.

"Why…?" She questioned tears streaming down her face, but she didn't wait to see if the woman had any answers; instead she turned and ran the entire way back to her house, collapsing into the waiting arms of her Dad.

Rachel awoke with a start, jarred from her sleep by the memory. Damn Quinn for reawakening all those old memories in her. She hadn't wanted to deal with it all those years ago and she didn't really want to deal with it now. She was sure that Artie was correct in her needing closure, but she didn't know how she could close the door on someone she wasn't sure her heart was fully prepared to give up on.

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