A/N: This story has taken over my life. It is now 1:45 in the morning and here I am posting two new chapters! Guess that's what happens when you can't sleep and have inspiration to write huh? I know this skips a lot, but don't worry I'll be going back. They're called Flashbacks! enjoy and review!

Chapter 3: Five Years Later, Familiar Faces

Rachel stood in font of her bedroom mirror staring at her reflection. Her long, silky brown hair framed her face beautifully, her chocolate brown eyes glistened in the apartment light, and she still looked as gorgeous as she was in high school. The only difference was that if you looked closely into her eyes; you could see sadness in them. After a year of not finding Quinn, Santana and Brittany helped her continue with her life. They convinced her to still pursue her dreams of Broadway; saying that it'd be what Quinn wanted.

That didn't stop her from thinking about the blonde every single second of her life. While performing, she hoped that maybe one day Quinn would be sitting in the audience. Once she thought her prayers were answered when she saw a blonde near the front. They looked like Quinn, but when she got a closer look; she saw they had blue eyes, and not her light green ones.

Sometimes when she thought about the blonde at night, she could do nothing but cry. Sure, she told Santana that she had moved on, but who was she kidding? She had a picture of the two of them framed and residing right besides her bed. It was one of them kissing after they had won Nationals. She could remember the amount of love that both of them felt at that moment.

Shaking her head, Rachel decided that it was time to get ready for her show tonight. After she got ready, she picked up the picture and stared at it. "Once again, I'm dedicating this performance for you, Quinn. I love you." With that being said, Rachel picked up her phone and keys and left the apartment.

After the final note of the finale was sang, Rachel was quick to leave the stage. She had promised to meet up with Santana and Brittany for some drinks and she didn't want to be late. She went into her dressing room and quickly changed into the outfit that she wore earlier in the night. Simple blue jeans, and a cream trench coat, with a blue shirt underneath, and a scarf to match; it was in the middle of the fall in New York City.

Leaving the building, she was met with roaring fans, and she happily took the time to sign autographs and take pictures with each of them. And about forty-five minutes later, she was done. "So much for being on time," she said to herself.

Sighing into the night air, Rachel began to walk down the sidewalk. Turning her head, she saw that she was about to reach the street with all the prostitutes on lingering there. Taking a deep breath, she looked around to check if she could avoid it, but the bar was at the end of that strip. Biting her lip, she crossed the street and began to quickly walk down the sidewalk.

The song "Lovely Ladies" came into her head, and unconsciously, she began humming it to herself. She was almost to the bar when she passed by an alley. She glanced down it and saw a man attacking one of the girl's necks. Do they really have no shame? Rachel thought. She was about to continue, when she saw the face of the blonde.

Gasping she saw the face of a blonde whom she never forgot. Quinn? Her suspicions were confirmed when she opened her eyes and revealed green eyes in the street light. Stepping closer, she saw that her eyes were completely lifeless. "Get off of me," was muttered from the blonde.

She tried to push against the man's shoulders but he was too big. "I don't want you; now get the hell off of me!" She cried.

"Shut up, whore. I'm paying you, so stop talking and just enjoy…" He said as he attacked her chest.

Not willing to risk seeing her being raped in front of her again, Rachel marched over to the pair and pulled the guy's shirt; removing him from her. "Leave her alone," Rachel said.

"This is none of your business, girl. Now I suggest you leave before you hurt yourself."

Quinn stood behind her and watched the scene playing out. A small, familiar brunette stood between her and a guy three times her size. She couldn't remember, but there was something about the girl that caused her to try and remember who she was. Absentmindedly, Quinn began to fiddle with the ring around her neck.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the brunette asked her softly, "Are you alright?"

Quinn nodded and smiled at the singer. "Thank you, be was getting a bit too rough." Rachel looked at her neck and saw bite marks, and bruising. But the thing that really caught her eye was the silver engagement ring she was playing with.

"Do you know who I am?" Rachel asked, bracing her heart for the answer.

"I'm sorry but I don't. Should I know who you are?" Quinn stared into her brown eyes searching for the answer. Not sure if she found it, she motioned. "I have to get back to work." Quinn began to head back.

"Wait." Rachel called out, and Quinn stopped and turned around. "Would you like to go out for a cup of coffee or something?"

Quinn looked down at her watch and said, "I can't. I'm sorry but I really have to get back." Rachel nodded sadly. Sighing Quinn looked back at her. There was something that just made her want to pull her into a hug and kiss her; but she didn't understand why. She didn't know this brunette girl who just rescued her. Yet all she felt was the urge to go up to her and kiss her. "But look, I get off in an hour. If you still want to, I'll be waiting outside the bar over there." Quinn offered.

Rachel looked at where she was talking about; she noticed it was the same bar she was heading to. Turning back to her lost girlfriend, she nodded. "Sounds good. I'll definitely be there." She smiled happily at the blonde who just smiled softly and went back to her place on the sidewalk.

Quickly, Rachel ran to the bar and barged in; seeing the Latina and the blonde sitting at the bar already with drinks in their hands and making love with their eyes. "Sorry I'm late." Rachel said as she placed her bag down on the counter, slightly out of breath. "I was caught up signing autographs." She decided that it was probably best not to mention finding Quinn quite yet. They might want to go over and see her. And if she still knew Quinn Fabray, she wouldn't want any of her friends to see her selling herself to complete strangers for a living.

"Berry, why do you always have to make everyone happy? I mean just walk on by as if they don't exist." Santana said tearing her eyes from her blonde wife and taking a sip of her drink.

"Because Santana, I want them to know that I'm not just some stuck up actress. I love my fans. So excuse me for showing my gratitude." She ordered a scotch and sat down on her stool. She bit her lower lip to try to contain the smile of finally finding the love of her life.

"Speaking of gratitude, I have someone I'd like you to meet. He's a musician like you." Santana began. She knew that Rachel was still hung up on losing Quinn, so she tried to distract her with friends both female and male. After all, sex was sex right?

Rachel shook her head and softly stated. "I'm not interested in your friends Santana. I thought we talked about this…" She took a sip of her drink and met her friend's brown eyes.

"Rach, I just want you to find someone who can help you move on from Quinn."
"Forget it. Quinn is and always will be my one and only. So just let it go, San. I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Before she knew it, the hour passed and luckily, Santana and Brittany had already left the bar; saying something about seeing the ducks at Central Park or something. She exited the bar and saw Quinn standing there. She had changed from the skirt and tank top, to a pair of jeans and a leather jacket.

Rachel took a second to take in her appearance once again, praying that this all wasn't some dream. Smiling, Rachel said, "Hello again."

"Hey. Um, I don't know if you told me, but I forgot your name…" Quinn said embarrassed that she forgot her name.

Quinn really did have no idea who she was. Of course it had been five years since that eventful night, but saying that she had forgotten her name, it killed something in the brunette. Fighting against the on coming tears, she shook her head. "My name is Rachel. Rachel Berry," she said extending her hand for the blonde.

"I promise I won't forget it." Quinn took her hand and shook it. "My name's Quinn, in case you were wondering."

"Shall we go for coffee now?" Rachel asked nervously. The blonde nodded and the two began to walk down the street.

A/N: what do ya think? Let me know! review! again sorry for it being a little fast, i just couldn't wait to write these chapters!