We're jumping in our time machines and going back to the past now!
I'm not going to do a timeline, 'cos similarly to Glee I struggle with continuity. So I'll just warn you when we're back to the present...although that'll be obvious I think!

I hope you enjoy reading!

Klaine2314

Quinn Fabray sat at her desk looking at the same blank word document that she'd been looking at all morning. Three coffees later and she still lacked inspiration. She was going to receive an angry call from her editor at some point this morning, she'd promised to have something sent over to her office by lunch time and yet again Quinn was lacking the inspiration to write.

Her first novel had sold exceptionally well, but all authors know that it's the second, third and even the fourth that really set you apart from the other novelists in the world. They're the novels that determine whether you have the ability to really make it in the industry or not. Quinn didn't want to be a failed author; she was desperate to achieve something in her life. She wanted her words to reach out to millions of people and have a meaning. She wanted the letters to jump out of the page and into someone's heart, well, one person in particular's heart. If it touched other people along the way then fantastic, but Quinn only wanted one person to read it. Their opinion mattered more than the all of the critics. Yet Quinn would probably never know if they'd read it or not.

Quinn's thoughts were disturbed by her mobile ringing beside her. 'This is it' she thought.

"Hello" She answered.

"Hey Quinn, its Lindsay."

"I know, I have one of those crazy things called caller I.D." Quinn jibed back playfully.

"Maybe you could put some of that eloquence to work and send me over something to edit. Not only are you close to losing your job, but so am I. I can't be your editor if I don't have anything to edit. Please, tell me you've written something." She pleaded. Quinn cringed when she looked at the blank document in front of her. "Well..." She mumbled.

"Well? Have you managed to write anything since we last spoke?"

"Honestly, no."

"Quinn!" Lindsay shouted. Quinn moved the phone away from her ear knowing her editor was about to go into full rant mode. "You'd better get started and send something over by this afternoon, otherwise when you do finally get something written you'll be searching for a new editor. This next book could make or break you..." Quinn moved the phone back to her ear just in time to agree with Lindsay. "I know, you've told me this on several occasions, but I just can't find the words."

"Well buy a dictionary and look every single one of them up if you have to. I need something, and I need it fast, Fabray! I'll call you later! Bye!" She said and hung up. Quinn stared at her phone as if it was going to explode like a bomb. 'Shit. I'm so screwed'. She thought.

Rachel Berry sat in her dressing room staring at the pictures that surrounded the edge of her mirror. She was searching for the meaning to them, what had made her smile moments before they were taken? She longed so hard to remember but words were failing her. Her memories were failing her. She wanted to smile, the only smiling she did was on stage now; a natural smile seemed so foreign to her.

She opened the book on her lap and read the dedication. 'To you: My words are the moon to your shining star. The meanings can fill up an entire galaxy, but to you there is only one meaning.' Rachel's eyes filled with tears as she read the dedication, she wanted someone to write meaningful things like that about her. She wanted someone or something to make her feel special. She once said that being apart of something special makes you special but as she grew up she realised she couldn't have been much more wrong. Being with someone special makes you special. Rachel had forgotten what it felt like to be special, to be loved and to be held.

The book had been delivered to her dressing room a few months ago. At first Rachel had just put it to one side and forgotten about it. She had so much on her plate that she didn't have time to read a magazine let alone a three hundred page novel. A month or so later Rachel had misplaced her spare script and even though she knew all of her lines and cues she liked to have a spare script handy in her dressing room. She began to search the room from top to bottom and stumbled across the book again. She picked it up and noticed something peculiar about the front. The title took up the cover but that wasn't the peculiar thing. Where the name of the author should be there was an envelope. Carefully she opened the envelope which had been fastened onto the cover on the opposite side so she didn't have to remove it. Inside the envelope was a letter that read: 'Rachel, I thought you could use this book to help you realise how special you are. You've always been special to me, I know you hear that all the time now, but know that I genuinely mean it. Remove the envelope from the front to reveal the author when it all becomes too much, they'll be there waiting for you and so will I. Until then ,read it. I hope it makes everything clear.'

Rachel was puzzled, she genuinely had no idea about who the book was from but she found herself lost in the author's words. Her lost script remained lost as she ventured into the author's world; falling deeper and deeper with every sentence, exactly like the author intended.

"Miss Berry? Its almost show time, are you all set?" Cassie asked popping her head around the door, pulling Rachel from her deep thoughts.

"Yes." Rachel simply replied. She was set for the show, but for nothing else. "Can you give me a minute? I'll be out shortly." She asked.

"Of course." Cassie replied, and with that she was gone. Rachel knew what she needed to do; she needed to meet the author who had written the beautiful words from her favourite book. She hoped meeting the author would lead her to the person who sent her the book, who had written equally as beautiful words in their message. Slowly Rachel closed the book, took a deep breath and peeled back the envelope. Her eyes widened when she saw the name emblazoned on the cover. "No way" was all she could mumble as her fingers traced over the title and moved onto the name she had just released from its prison. 'From Old Foes to New Friends. By Quinn Fabray'.