"Table for two please. Under the name of Fabray." Quinn said as she approached the man on the desk.
"Right this way Ms Fabray." He said, ushering Quinn and her guest to their table.
"Smooth moves, Fabray, normally we've got to wait when we go somewhere high class like this." Santana mumbled as they followed the man. He pulled out their chairs and handed them the drinks menu. "Being a Fabray has finally paid off." Quinn replied.
"I'll say! You however, are well known in your own right." Santana noted.
"Yeah well..." Quinn mumbled as she blushed.
"Hey, quit blushing on me. I'm being serious here, Q. I'm proud of you, you know that right?" Santana quipped.
"I do, S. Thanks. It's been a long time coming, but it's finally here and I'm becoming proud of myself."
"It's about time. You deserve to feel good about yourself. That book of yours almost had me in tears by the time I'd finished it."
"Almost?" Quinn mocked.
"Ok, I'm a sucker for a happy ending, that's all I'm saying." Santana joked.
The waiter came over as the two women both ordered drinks and their food. The conversation shared between them was easy. Santana was one friend Quinn had refused to let go of. The jokes were easy and the atmosphere relaxed. Quinn was glad to still have someone like Santana in her life, she missed friendship. "On a serious note, Q, how're you doing?" Santana asked.
"Busy! I've just started writing my second novel. It's taken me ages to find the inspiration but I just looked at 'From Old Foes to New Friends' yesterday and the inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks. Lindsay, my editor, is really into it she reckons it could be bigger than my first novel." Quinn gushed.
"That's all great Q, but I asked how you're doing, not what you're doing. Have you found anyone yet? Anyone to share this joy with?" Santana replied, hoping to hear the same good things from the blonde.
"Well no, not yet. I've been too busy."
"Q, that's bull and you know it. Come on, spill. I can see it in your eyes, you have something major and you're not telling me. I thought we were close."
"We are San, you know you're my best friend and have been since we were what seven years old?"
"Yeah exactly and best friends don't keep secrets." Santana mocked in a child like voice.
"Ok..." Quinn sighed. "You've read my book right?" She asked and Santana nodded in agreement. "Well have you read the dedication?" Quinn asked.
"I think so, remind me what it says."
"It says '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.' Well I wrote that for someone, but I left it ambiguous so it can be interpreted to each individual reader. I wanted each reader to interpret it in a different way, I wanted it to inspire them to read on and discover a hidden meaning...but more than that I wanted one certain person to read it and know it was directed at them and them alone."
"That makes sense but who knew Quinn Fabray was this deep? So come on, who's the lucky guy?" Santana asked desperate for answers. Quinn only shook her head. Santana's brow dropped and her eyes narrowed as she mouthed the words "No..." She took a moment to process until her brow raised and her eyes widened. "It's for a girl?" She whispered. Quinn only nodded.
"No freakin' way, Fabray." Santana said, her voice rising with shock.
"Shhh" Quinn whispered, hoping Santana's rising voice wasn't attracting unwanted attention to their table. "For how long?" Santana whispered.
"I'm not out publically...but when I think about it, for a while I guess. I always thought I was straight, right through high school, but then when I got to college and took up writing and escaped from the mundane of dating guys and the gossip of which popular girl was dating which popular guy I realised that I wasn't interested in the guys, but the girls. I then spent my days writing the novel that would become the first one I got published, I mean, San, you've read it; it's literally me during high school, minus the pregnancy. It's about overcoming boundaries and forming proper relationships, you know, from foes to friends. I guess I wrote it about one person in particular..." Quinn trailed off hoping she wasn't going to have to spell it out for the Latina.
Quinn watched as Santana's eyes pointed towards the ceiling as she began to really evaluate what Quinn was saying. Her face didn't show any real emotion so Quinn was unsure how far she'd got to figuring it out. "It's about who I'm thinking of, isn't it?" Santana asked.
"How do I know? You haven't told me who you think." Quinn joked back a smile shooting across her face.
"It so is. You want her to be your gold star, don't you?" Santana jibed. Quinn just started laughing and nodded her head realising Santana had finally connected the dots. "Quinn Fabray, you are unbelievable. You tortured that poor soul for three years, then you write a book about...her." She said, lowering her voice as she got to the gender.
"Hey, you don't have to explain that to me. I just want her to realise that she's the dedication. I'm glad I can always count on you to make a joke about a pretty serious situation, San." Quinn laughed.
"I hope you've done something to ensure she does. You might have changed Q, but you can still scheme when required, well I hope you can." Quinn arched an eyebrow in response. Santana simply nodded, "Nice to see you haven't lost everything, Fabray. Now spill...you've been good at spilling so far this evening. I've got to know everything now!" Santana ordered.
Ping. Rachel's attention was brought from the TV to her laptop. The screen displayed (1)New Email. Rachel wasn't getting her hopes up and expected it just to be junk, she'd only emailed the publishers yesterday, she expected them to busy, after all Quinn Fabray would only work for the best. She clicked open the email and read it: 'Dear Miss Berry, thank you for contacting Global Books Publishers. In regards to your question, we have spoken to Miss Fabray who has agreed to meet you. Her editor Lindsay Worthington will be in contact with you to pass on her details. I hope this has helped. Yours sincerely, Trevor Milton, CEO of Global Books Publishers.' Rachel was stunned; she hadn't expected such a fast response. Clearly Quinn wasn't as busy as Rachel had initially thought. All Rachel had to do now was wait for Lindsay to get in touch. She hoped she was as efficient as the CEO had been.
Rachel picked up her cell phone and dialled Kurt's number.
"Hello" A faint voice answered.
"Hey Kurt, I need your help." Rachel began.
"What's up? I'm still at work at the moment, but I'll be home soon, can it wait?"
"Err, I guess it can. I just really need your help. I wanted to make sure you were coming straight home and not going to see Blaine, because I really need my best friend. I know that sounds selfish." She admitted. "Don't worry; I'll be home in about an hour. Rachel, I hope everything's ok. You know you'll always have my shoulder when you cry, I'll never let go, Rach."
"Kurt, did you seriously just quote Bruno Mars?" Rachel laughed
"I certainly did, and it worked. You're laughing. It's been a while since I've heard you laugh, Rach. I'll be home soon!"
Bye." She said and they both hung up. Rachel hated relying on Kurt for advice, but he really was her only friend.
A/N: Song used: Count on Me - Bruno Mars.
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