A/N: This chapter's a bit jumpy as I wanted to have the reveal in the next chapter, so this is just a mix from both perspectives!
Enjoy!

-Klaine2314

It's You:

Quinn made her way back to her apartment in a daze. She was sure Rachel had felt something when their hands had touched. The way Rachel gazed into her eyes told her that there was definitely something there. It wasn't a look of animosity but a look of hope and longing. Quinn hoped that the brunette would read the letter and begin to put the pieces together.

Quinn opened her laptop and continued writing. Just speaking to the diva had inspired her enough to write the second novel. The first draft was coming along nicely and the bare bones of the plot were now strung together. She sent a copy to Lindsay who she hoped would have lots to say. Quinn knew there was nowhere near enough detail to satisfy her editor's demands, but she didn't care. She was inspired enough to write another book, something she never thought she'd be able to do. The brick wall had hit her like dramatically after 'From Old Foes to New Friends' had been published, she just couldn't fathom out a decent plot line and deep characters that would set her apart from all the other aspiring authors. Nothing she wrote was as deep and as meaningful as the words she'd used the first time around, everything just sounded repeated until a few days ago. The words were no longer forced and her fingers typed like they had a life of their own. Pages upon pages that soon became chapters upon chapters. Quinn believed in every single word she was writing, once again, she seemed to be writing about herself and her struggles.

She reclined in her chair and read what she'd written. She was proud of it, even if Lindsay wasn't; Quinn knew she'd done something pretty good. Whether it got published or not she'd be proud of it. Her laptop bleeped pulling her focus back to reality. (1)New Email. Quinn clicked on the icon and checked the recipient: Lindsay Worthington. Quinn could never fault her editor's enthusiasm and quick work ethic.

"Hey Quinn, I'm just dropping you a quick email to tell you how much I love your latest work! There is a lot we can do to improve it and we'll be spending many hours discussing description, depth to your characters and some of your narrative choices. I've forwarded it to Trevor and I'm awaiting a response, hopefully he loves it just as much as me! I can't see him opposing publishing something as brilliant as this. I have a feeling I know who the inspiration for it is, but I shall wait and ask you when we next meet in person. I'd suggest working on the dedication, this one's sure to be published once we've worked out the kinks and again, spent many hours debating how we can extend the plotline.

As your editor, I command you to take the evening off! Go out and do something fun, you're only young once! You've earned it! Congratulations again, Quinn. We'll talk soon!

- Lindsay."

Quinn spun around excitedly on her office chair. Lindsay loved it! She did as she was commanded and switched her laptop off. She'd be spending many hours looking at the screen over the coming months, Lindsay was right, she deserved the night off. Quinn knew exactly how she was going to spend it.

Rachel waltzed into her dressing room happier than she had been in months. She used to dread coming into the bleak dressing room, but tonight, she could hardly wait to see the four walls. She used to think of her dressing room as her private sanctuary, a place where only she was allowed, a place where she could spend time alone just reflecting on what she had accomplished, however it had become a place Rachel soon began to hate for the very same reason. She hated walking in and it being empty, there was no one to talk to. She was distant from her cast and crew. Cassie would occasionally pop her head in to see if Rachel wanted to talk but more often than not Rachel sat alone in the star's dressing room. She was anxious for her contract to be over.

She walked over to her dressing room table and looked at the pictures just like she had days before and this time they spoke to her. They spoke to her in a way they hadn't for so long. Rachel was filled with warmth as she remembered what they represented. She looked over the words that her mysterious admirer had sent her months ago and her heart raced. She couldn't wait to meet him. Her mind raced back to earlier in the day, she kept forgetting she'd only spoken to Quinn a few hours ago, her day had flown past. Rachel couldn't pinpoint what she'd felt as her hand had touched the blonde's. It was something she'd never felt before; similar to when you get an electric shock. You shouldn't really enjoy it but you've never felt it before so you hope to be able to do it again. No matter how hard you try, you can't do it again. The brunette picked up her iPod, put in the earphones and closed her eyes as hair and makeup came in to prepare her for the show.

Quinn got out of the shower and began to get ready for her night of fun. She picked out her favourite dress and heels. She switched her phone off; she didn't want anyone interrupting her this evening. Slowly she left the apartment block and made her way out onto the busy streets.

Rachel put on her first costume and made her way to the stage wings. She ran over the first scene in her head, ensuring she knew all of her lines. She could hear the audience chattering away in front of the curtain.

"Hurry up, Miss. The show's about to start." A man told Quinn as she put her money away. She handed him her ticket and he handed her the remaining stub. 'That's another one for the collection' thought Quinn. She walked up the steps and entered the dress circle, another man showed her to her seat. Quickly she sat down as the lights began to fade. The audience became silent as they waited for the curtain to rise.

Rachel heard the audience's conversation die down as the lights went down. 'This is it. Another audience, another show'. Rachel thought. The curtain went up and Rachel stepped on stage ready to open another show.

The curtain raised and there she was. Rachel Berry in all her stage glory. Quinn took a sharp breath as the object of her desires opened another show. Quinn was lost in Rachel. She tried so hard to follow the plot of the play, but when Rachel was on stage the blonde found herself drawn to wherever the diva was. She listened intently as she sang and whenever she spoke.

The first act was a distant blur to Rachel as she sat down in her dressing room during the interval. Rachel hated herself for wishing another show away. 'One act down, one to go.' She hated wishing her dream away but the brunette believed that where one dream ends another begins. She was putting all her hope on the mysterious sender that she was wishing her dream away.

Quinn took a moment to contain herself. 'One act down,one to go.' She thought. She tried to count how many times she'd seen Rachel in this show, but she couldn't remember. After speaking to the diva only this morning, Quinn found herself longing to talk to her again. Every time the blonde had wanted to contact the diva, she'd come here. She'd sat and watched Rachel perform her heart out knowing that this would be the closest she would ever get to the brunette again.

The lights flashed in Rachel's dressing room and she made her way to the wings again, ready for the second act. The lights went down in the theatre and once again the audience's conversations soon became whispers and then turned into silence as the curtain rose again. Quinn focused only on the diva and the diva focused on the spot right in the centre of the audience. Quinn gazed deeply into the diva's eyes and at times it felt like the diva was gazing right back.

Once they'd received their applause, Rachel rushed to her dressing room and got changed. She grabbed her coat and the notes from her admirer. She exited the stage door where people had begun to congregate as she hurriedly posed for photographs and signed autographs.

Quinn was one of the first to leave the theatre when the show was over. She needed to avoid the diva for a little bit longer. She rushed past the stage door and asked someone if Rachel had left yet, they simply shook their head in response, never taking their eyes off the stage door in case they missed something. 'Excellent' thought Quinn.

Quinn made her way across the road and watched as the stage door began to open. The cast began to spill out and Quinn longed to see the short brunette haired diva. Eventually Rachel emerged looking flustered. Quinn laughed as she signed autographs and posed for pictures, knowing that the diva was desperate to get away. Finally the diva broke free and with her head down she crossed the road.

Quinn's heart began to beat faster and faster. It began to get louder and louder. Quinn was worried that if it got any louder then people would notice that she was just stood there gazing over the road. Rachel stopped and stood on the corner of the street hoping that she wasn't too late. Quinn began to make her way down the street, slowly and quietly as to avoid attention. The distance between the two was tiny and as Quinn continued to walk, the diva turned around.

Quinn continued walking towards her, a smile spread across her face. "Quinn?" The diva mumbled.

"Rachel." The blonde replied before wrapping the diva in a hug.

The diva looked up at her startled and all she could utter was "It's you?"