To the amazing people who are reading this story, the response has been staggering.
Thank you to all the people who have reviewed, favourite or added a story alert.
I hope to keep living up to what you expect in the following chapters.
I'm adding in the line breaks so we know when we're in the future. When the girls are playing their game its often a sign they're in the present...for now anyway! ;)

Anyway, I finished this chapter late last night, but my eyes were so sore so I've saved it for this morning. (I'm a UK poster btw!)
All the best,

Klaine2314

Beyond The Surface:

"I soooo knew it was about Rachel! Once she'd told me who'd written the book, everything began to fit into place. I must admit I was shocked when I realised the truth though!" Kurt chimed from his place on the floor. "Yeah, you could have warned me what was going to happen though! For my best friend, you sucked then, you know!" Rachel spat back playfully.

"Warned you?" Quinn joked.

"Yes, warned me that I was about to fall head over heels in love with you." Rachel gushed.

"Nice save." Kurt noted. Rachel leaned back and kissed her girlfriend tenderly. Quinn's eyes fluttered closed at the contact and she had to force herself to keep her hands to herself. Rachel sat forward and faced their guests. Kurt was sat with his back to the couple trying to talk to anyone who would listen. "1-1, Fabray." Rachel whispered.

"Come on you two, keep going." A voice called from the back of the room.

"Oh if you insist." Rachel joked as she recalled what happened next.

The diva's jaw dropped. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes were wide. She kept her eyes locked on Quinn's. "What?" She finally uttered.

"It's about you."

"For as long as I can remember you've made me unhappy, what would possess you to write a book about me and by extension, you?"

"Rachel, I said to you I was sorry for how I made you feel. I immortalised my apology in words because I know that no matter how many times I apologise verbally it'll never be enough. I made you and me as the title characters because I wrote how I should have acted during high school. I'm filled with guilt and you are the key to redemption." Quinn explained.

"Quinn, you make it sound like a love story..." Rachel uttered. Quinn locked onto her gaze like she had for the majority of the conversation.

"It is a love story." She replied directly. Rachel avoided her gaze, her cheeks beginning to go a slight shade of pink.

"How many times have you read it, Rachel?" She asked.

"I think I've lost count." The diva admitted.

"What meaning does it have to you?" The blonde continued.

"I think I've always believed it should be a love story, but the two characters are female, so I always saw it as friendship more than a relationship." Rachel explained. "I was always rooting for the two girls to get together. That never happens in books you know?"

"That's why they don't they never got together explicitly. The world still looks at gay relationships with a hateful passion." The blonde clarified. "Just because it doesn't happen explicitly doesn't mean it doesn't happen at all. Just because the world can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't happen. There are lots of things we don't see, things that go on behind closed doors that we're unaware of but just because we don't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Quinn explained further.

She looked up into the brunette's brown eyes that were concentrating intently on her. "Do you remember what the dedication said at the front?" Quinn asked. Rachel slowly nodded her head.

"Tell me." Quinn asked.

"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.'" The brunette remembered from memory. The dedication came as naturally to her as the lines for her show.

"Do you see what I mean about interpretations filling an entire galaxy?"

"Yes, now when I think about it, I definitely do..." Rachel said, she slowly trailed off as she began to fully absorb what Quinn had explained to her.

Quinn looked at her watch, it was twelve thirty. "Rachel, I've really got to get going, I've got a meeting with the CEO at one thirty and I've still got a little bit of preparation to do." Quinn lied.

"I'll give you the envelope that you came for and maybe we can meet up again? You can let me know if things work out. I really want us to work things out, Rachel." Quinn continued, quickly gathering her things, hoping she would avoid Rachel's next question of who she meant when she addressed the 'you'.

She reached down into her bag, pulled out the envelope and slowly slid it across the table to her. Rachel reached down and accepted it, their hands touching but only slightly. At the contact Rachel looked up into Quinn's eyes and smiled. Quinn smiled back and removed her hand gently. Once again, Rachel found herself almost whimpering at the loss of contact between the two.

"Goodbye Rachel." Quinn said as she got up from the table.

"Thanks Quinn and goodbye." The brunette simply replied. She watched Quinn leave the coffee shop. As she lost sight of the blonde, she let out a deep sigh as her brain continued to process the information Quinn had just bestowed upon her.

"I like this next part." Kurt chimed in clapping his hands enthusiastically, interrupting the brunette once again.

"KURT!" The room chorused.

"Sorry." He mumbled blushing furiously.

"Oh you will be!" Quinn said, as she kissed the brunette's neck again. Kurt's face turned a deeper shade of scarlet. "That'll get him back for interrupting you, baby." Quinn whispered into her girlfriend's shoulder.

Rachel's hand fumbled over the envelope, debating whether or not she should open it. Before she'd met up with Quinn she was excited to find out who the mysterious sender was, but now she'd met the blonde, she really wasn't sure. She packed the letter away into her bag and left the coffee shop. She slowly traced her steps back to her apartment. It was close to one thirty when she got back. She opened the door and yelled "Kurt!" The man's head peered from around his bedroom door.

"You called?" He replied.

"Emergency house meeting now!" She ordered. Kurt's face dropped and his mind began to race.

"What have I done now? Or not done?" He began muttering under his breath. He made his way into the lounge where Rachel was already seated. She had the envelope on her lap and was staring at it as if it was going to explode.

"Rachel, what's going on?" Kurt asked, fixing his hair as he sat down on the couch next to the brunette.

"I went and met Quinn today..." She began. Kurt fixed his gaze onto her, anticipating the story she was about to tell. "She gave me this envelope, just like the sender said she would. I haven't opened it and I don't think I've got the strength to." Kurt knew she was being overly-dramatic.

"Rachel, explain what happened, then I can evaluate whether you are simply being over dramatic or not."

"Quinn and I met up today. We caught up on what's been going on lately, like friends. It was how I wanted it to be when we were younger, it was friendly and calm. We spoke about her book and how it can have so many different meanings. I told her how I'd hoped it was a love story and she told me that it could be, just because it didn't happen explicitly doesn't stop it being a possibility. She explained that the story was about me, and the problems the pair of us overcame as youths. She said immortalising her words would act as a stronger apology than repeating the words over and over again."

"I'm impressed with the eloquence of our former head cheerleader. I also remember distinctly telling you she'd justify some of her narrative choices. I'm glad you finally know that the story is about you though, Rachel. For a while I thought you were never going to get it."

"You knew?" Rachel responded with a shocked look on her face.

"Well, I only figured it out yesterday. Once you told me the name of the novel, the pieces started to slot together. Answer me this, why haven't you opened that envelope?"

"I honestly don't know. When Quinn hugged me today, that was the closest I've ever been to her and I almost whimpered when the contact ended. It was like a wave of warmth washed over me, something I haven't felt in a long time. It's like I want to be close to Quinn but once I open this and go on to meet the sender then I'm leaving Quinn behind. She's the stepping stone to happiness, or she was, until earlier today."

"Rachel, what have you got to lose by opening it?"

"See, that's just it. I don't think I have anything to lose...I just don't want to be let down by this now. I've met the new Quinn Fabray and she was far from a disappointment, what if the sender doesn't live up to the expectations I've been hoping for."

"What if they're better though? Didn't Quinn write something about taking chances?"

"We can only get through this if we try. If we try to seek something that we can't yet see; something lost; something hidden. Opportunities show themselves when we truly begin to look for them." The diva recited from memory. Kurt was right. She had nothing to lose.

"Rachel, you're going to kill yourself if you don't open this." Rachel glared at him. "Not literally! Gosh woman! Open the envelope and stop being so overdramatic!" He added.

"I'm a performer, being overdramatic is what I do best." She spat back before taking a deep breath and opening the envelope. She took another deep breath and began to read:

"Dearest Rachel, if you're reading this then I know everything has become too much for you. I never wanted you to feel this way, so I guess there's a part of me that never wants you to read this. I've waited for you for so long. The way Quinn created two characters that were so similar to a situation I once found myself in was extraordinary. I'd never imagined fitting a role so perfectly.

The story Quinn told was uplifting and inspirational. It reminded me that there's always another chance for us, if we take it...and if the people we love allow us to take it. I hope you give me this chance Rachel. You've come so far to finally discovering who I am. You've had to speak to your high school tormentor, don't give up now Rachel. I've waited for you after every show, opposite the stage door, hoping one day you'll notice me.

I know you've believed in the words Quinn used and the story she told, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this now. I've known Quinn for many years and every word she wrote was infused with honesty and regret. Her dedication made me see that we have to look past the first meaning we see and always look for something deeper, that's when I discovered how I truly felt about you.

I hope to see you soon, Rachel.

Yours,

F. xXx"

Rachel read and re-read the letter, trying to deduce more from its words. It was well-written and avoided so many questions that the diva didn't know what to think. "Well?" Kurt asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"They've been waiting for me after every show. I've been too caught up in what's right in front of me to see past that. That's what they mean by 'To look past the first meaning we see and look for something deeper'." She told him.

She dived off the couch and ran to her bedroom. "Looking forward to tonight's show then Rachel?" Kurt shouted through to her. "More than you'll ever know!" She called back.

"Hey, I might make an appearance tonight; check out this admirer of yours. Make sure they're suitable for you." He mocked.

"You'll do no such thing. I'm sure he'll be perfect. He has been thus far!"

Kurt simply chuckled to himself. His best friend might have been oblivious to who her secret admirer was but Kurt had a pretty intelligent idea. It was only a matter of time before his theory was proven correct.