Disclaimer: Rachel and Quinn belong to Glee, everyone else is mine unless stated otherwise.
Rachel could barely remember the next chord in the song.
Let alone the next words.
And she was the one who had written the damn thing.
And practiced it over a hundred times, alone and with her band.
Manhattan Morning was one of their first original songs and it was also one of Rachel's favorites, because it referenced the beautiful East Coast city she had fallen in love with so many years ago.
She loved singing about the morning fog, the chaotic noise and the familiarity of getting coffee on a street corner in a blue paper cup.
The slow melody of the song contrasting the fast paced life that was New York City.
The song reminded her of home despite the fact that they were performing a couple thousand miles away, on a whole different coast.
In a different time zone, even.
But now? Now she had to try her best to focus so she wouldn't stumble over her words because instead of pulling the sentimental lyrics from inside her soul and letting them flow from her lips in a beautiful harmony with the backing voices of her band members like they had done so many times before, her mind had instead decided to flash those gorgeous hazel eyes inside of her head on a constant loop.
Like a lighthouse that could bring any lost ship out of the fog.
The eyes she had only seen for a moment before they had gotten lost among the sea of browns and blues and greens.
Over the course of her young life, Rachel had seen a fair share of those colors trying to peer into her soul and figure her out like she was some kind of puzzle.
A string of exes, casual flings and fleeting romances. They were mostly all a big blur of dull browns with the occasional corn flower blue or muddy green mixed in.
Or that one person she had briefly dated that sported electric purple contact lenses.
But this kind of hazel? Sure it wasn't her first time encountering the shade, but she was positive that none before these had been so golden and vibrant and...Captivating.
And they were so different than the typical alcohol induced slightly glazed over eyes that she usually saw in the bars where she performed.
These eyes were full of wonder and curiosity, and excitement.
They held something, like a bright light that had been on the verge of fizzling out before it had been renewed to shine brighter than ever.
Like all of this was new and she just happened to find herself in this bar, on that night, listening to Rachel's band play for the first time.
And then just as quickly as they had hooked her, they had been gone again.
Like it was just some figment of her imagination.
Which is why Rachel kept scanning over the crowded room as she absently played through the song, not putting as much emotion into it as she normally would but dazzling the crowd nonetheless.
They were cheering and swaying along to the rhythm until it seemed like they all melded together as one, and as their second song ended, their loud applause made a small grin appear on Rachel's lips as she bent down to grab her water bottle and took a small sip, clearing her throat as they got ready for the next song in the set.
She was delighted that they liked their original stuff. Sure they could play covers until the sun rose in the sky, but their original songs were what she was most proud of and she was always anxious when performing one of them to a new crowd.
But this audience seemed to love it and it just made her all the more proud.
"Hey Rae, you okay? You seemed a little distracted a minute ago...",Angela said quietly in her ear as they geared up for another cover, this time of Pink Floyd's 'Comfortably Numb'. It was one of Angela's favorite songs and Rachel had agreed to add it to their ten song set for the evening.
Clearing her throat, Rachel adjusted one of the strings on her guitar and turned a knob on her amplifier before she nodded slightly, giving her friend and band mate a small smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... nerves, I guess. I think I got distracted.",she murmured softly as she absently glanced towards the audience, which was eagerly waiting for them to start the song.
She still couldn't get a glimpse of those hazel hues. Maybe her mind was making her imagine things because of the nerves.
Why was she so hung up on this, anyway? There were just a pair of eyes.
Angela followed her gaze out onto the crowd and smirked slightly, nudging Rachel's hip playfully.
"Ooh, are you already picking out someone to take home? You're starting early, Berry.",she chuckled lowly as she returned to her position and began strumming on her bass, which was soon joined by Levi on his keyboard and then Brennan on the drums, counting out the beat of the song.
Rachel simply rolled her eyes and huffed as she felt her cheeks heat up and instead of answering the dark haired girl, she just started the song and smiled slightly as she was met with applause when the crowd recognized the tune.
For the record, it's not like bringing someone home after the show was a regular thing for her.
Rachel wasn't like that.
She wasn't the type of person that was in a band just so they could sleep with anyone they wanted to.
No, she was in it for the music first and foremost.
Bringing home some company once in a while was just an added bonus.
After all, a woman had needs.
But she wasn't one to sleep around.
Shaking her head of those thoughts, she leaned into her mic and began to sing, her voice low and raspy, making half the people in the room swoon while the others were just enthralled by her voice.
But they were all captivated by her all over again and that was the best part of performing.
By the time she was singing about fleeting glimpses out of the corner of her eye (which was the perfect line for her current situation),she had convinced herself that those beautiful eyes were just a trick of the light and there was no gorgeous human being in the audience to which they belonged.
She would have seen them again if that were the case, right?
Despite that strange inner need to locate those golden orbs again, and subsequently the undoubtedly perfect face that went along with them, she decided to concentrate on their set instead.
Ten minutes later when their fifth song finished, which was another original song that she and Angela had written not too long ago while they had been holed up in her apartment during a particularly severe thunderstorm, all she could think about was getting herself a nice cold beer during their ten minute intermission and maybe some fresh air as well because the spotlights on the stage made it seem like they were in a sauna.
When the crowd's cheering finally died down, Rachel smiled brightly as she ran a hand through her short, choppy dark locks.
"Wow...",she laughed breathlessly as she gazed over the crowd. "You guys have been an amazing audience so far and you're definitely making our first gig out here a memorable one."
More cheering, clapping and a few enthusiastic whistles that caused a quiet giggle to leave her lips.
"We're gonna take a short break... Have a beer, or two.",she smirked with a playful wink that earned her another round of cheers. "And then we'll come back with a few more songs. Stay tuned. We are The Bad Beginnings!"
And with that, she turned to face the three other members of her band with a wide grin because the first half of their set had gone off without a hitch, minus Rachel's minor distraction, of course.
They had performed five songs, two originals and three covers, and were set to perform five more for the second half of their set.
Now ten songs didn't seem like a whole lot, but for their first gig away from home, it was definitely plenty for them.
"See Rach, you were nervous about nothing. They loved you.", Levi grinned as Rachel walked past and he playfully ruffled her hair, messing it up even more.
Rachel ducked away from his hand and laughed softly as she took her guitar strap off, holding her instrument by the neck.
"Us. They loved us, dude. You guys were amazing. I can't believe we made it out here and now we're actually performing in San Francisco. It's so surreal...I'm proud of each and everyone one of you guys. We couldn't have made it this far without us working as a team.",she breathed out with a happy sigh as they walked backstage and she and Angela put their instruments on their respective stands while they took a break.
Brennan snorted out a laugh as he playfully whacked her ass with one of his drumsticks, smirking at her. "Okay enough with the sentimental shit, Berry. It's break time. Go get yourself a beer and show off that ass in those leather pants of yours.",he said as he wiggled his brows playfully. "You're totally gonna real one in tonight.",he winked.
Rachel couldn't help but roll her eyes at his words and shake her head, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Don't be a pig, Bren.",she muttered, even though she had to agree on the fact that she did look pretty hot in her outfit tonight.
That was another thing that had changed since high school and college. She actually had confidence in herself and wasn't ashamed to say that she felt hot or sexy.
It did wonders for her self esteem.
"Are you guys coming out?", she asked as she headed for the door that lead out into the bar area, her brows raised in question towards the other band members.
"Nah, we wouldn't want to get in the way of all the girls that are going to throw themselves at you. Just bring us back some beers, Berry.", Angela said with a playful smirk.
Rachel huffed softly and fought the urge to roll her eyes again as she opened the door.
"Girls do not throw themselves at me...",she muttered under her breath.
Okay, that was sort of a lie.
Ever since she had changed her appearance from Sunday school teacher to hot librarian to rocker chick, she had been getting tons of more attention from the female population.
She didn't know if it was the leather, the tattoos, the hair or the tough attitude she tried to put on while onstage (because come on, Rachel was practically a kitten in the real world), but ever since she had made this change, girls were paying much more attention to her.
And it's not like she complained.
Not at all.
Rachel had known since high school that she tended to lean towards the same gender more often than not.
She had just dated guys for the duration of her teenage years because they were the only ones who seemed to be showing some interest.
Not that there was anything wrong with that. She had been attracted to them, for the most part.
But nowadays? She seemed to be all about the ladies.
Because women were simply divine and she couldn't get enough of them. Being among women was like strolling through the Met or the MoMA; Beauty everywhere, in all shapes, sizes and colors. Every single one of them held something she found to be beautiful.
And Rachel was very keen on admiring beautiful things.
Also, Angela was kind of right.
As soon as she walked out and began to make her way towards the bar to get drinks for herself and her band mates, she was nearly ambushed.
From every direction there were women asking her if she wanted a drink, or telling her how amazing her performance was.
Or slipping her pieces of papers or napkins with phone numbers on them. There were quite a few of those.
"Your voice is so sexy, Rae..."
"You look killer in that outfit..."
"Can I buy you a drink? Something strong, maybe?"
"You should come hang out with us, we're at a table full of girls. We'd love to talk to you."
"Here. Call me sometime..."
"Call me."
"Call me, gorgeous."
"My number's on there. Give me a call, rock star."
She couldn't help the small grin that appeared on her lips as she tried her best to interact with them in some way or another.
Mostly with thank yous, blushes, giggles and winks.
Although, she always wondered if this kind of attention was because she was in a band' (women liked that kind of stuff, apparently) or because they simply found her attractive. Or both.
Nevertheless, it was enjoyable. Because high school Rachel, or even college Rachel, wouldn't have gotten this kind of attention back then.
It would have been slushies instead of drinks that actually stayed in their glass, and insults instead of compliments.
Or stacks of homework instead of phone numbers written on napkins with glittery pens and lipstick stains.
Jocks that smelled like a gym locker room shoving her around instead of flowery smelling girls huddled around her trying to talk to her.
So sue her for enjoying herself a bit too much.
She happily took some of the phone numbers, flashing bright smiles and graciously accepting all the compliments about her performance as she weaved her way through the crowd to get to the bar.
She even talked to some of the men that were stopping her to compliment her singing or her guitar playing, or asking her if she knew how to play certain songs.
Some of them even high fived her, which was always amusing and she chuckled as she happily slapped their hands back.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she got to the bar at the back of the room and found a stool right up front that had magically liberated itself for her.
She had a few minutes left before she had to go back onstage.
But before she was even fully sat down, there was a light tap on her shoulder and Rachel stopped midway through ordering a round of beers.
"Excuse me...Miss Berry?", came the smooth, raspy voice and Rachel swore there were goosebumps rising on her skin.
She had never heard such a sexy sound before and spun around on her stool so fast that she nearly fell off in her eagerness to see who the alluring tone belonged to.
And as she was met with what was probably the face of some fallen angel who had stumbled off of her cloud and accidentally found herself in a bar in the middle of San Francisco, she couldn't help but inhale sharply.
Those eyes.
So it wasn't a figment of her imagination, after all.
Or a trick of the light.
"Whoa...",she breathed out quietly.
Quinn wasn't exactly sure what had pushed her to fight through the crowd of women and go introduce herself to the short, dark haired brunette.
It's not like this was a regular thing for the blonde.
Going out.
To bars.
Introducing herself to young rocker chicks in said bars. Or chicks in general...
Rocker chicks who wore leather pants that were incredibly sexy...
Did you just refer to another woman as sexy, Fabray?
Oh God.
But she was. She really, really was.
And she didn't know if this was all a part of her 'fresh start and trying to reinvent herself after leaving behind a crumbling marriage that had left her unfulfilled for years' ordeal, but something inside of her had stirred and she wanted to meet the girl.
Throughout the first half of their set, Quinn had been absolutely captivated.
She had lost her vantage point early on when she was practically swallowed up by the crowd after making eye contact with the lead singer.
Eye contact that lasted approximately 3.5 seconds but that had somehow managed to make her heart flutter more than it had in the past five years.
Which honestly, wasn't saying much.
The last time her heart had fluttered during her marriage to her husband was because she had one too many cups of coffee.
It had never fluttered because of one simple look.
What is wrong with you? Getting weak in the knees because of some girl singing up on stage? Get it together! She's probably younger than you!
But regardless of what her inner voice was screaming at her, one look into a pair of rich chocolate colored eyes and she was immediately fascinated.
Even though the crowd of people was unfortunately preventing her from seeing much of anything, at least she could still hear the woman's voice.
And it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.
The cab driver must have been right because if that sound wasn't magical, she didn't know what was.
She had never heard anything like it before and she was wondering why the hell it was her first time hearing the heavenly sound.
This girl had to be some kind of superstar already...right? Because there was no way a voice like that didn't already have a record contract and three Grammys.
For the remainder of the first half of the show, Quinn had to lean up on her toes to get a good look at the girl, which wasn't quite successful because she kept being blocked by tall guys and women in higher heels than her own.
The place was seriously packed, and if it wasn't for her sudden curiosity towards a woman she had never met, she would have left ages ago.
But she wanted to at least introduce herself to this 'Rae Berry'.
Because the new, going through a divorce Quinn could totally do that now. Introduce herself to attractive rocker chicks in bars.
When you said you wanted a new you when you moved out here, I didn't think the new Quinn meant being into women... Her inner voice chimed in, in amusement.
"Oh shut up, i'm not into women!", she muttered to herself and was grateful for the loud music or else people would be staring at her like she was insane.
And yet you want to go meet her.
Only to tell her that she's a good singer...
But she's kind of hot.
I know...
Did you see those leather pants?
I only saw her for like ten seconds!
I know you saw the pants, Fabray...
...Fine. They're crazy attractive and I don't know what's wrong with me right now.
New city, new you.
By the time she had stopped having a mental conversation with herself and tuned back in to reality, she realized that the lights were back on and the lead singer was talking to the audience.
And they were taking a break!
This is your chance, Fabray! Go find that girl and try not to make a fool of yourself because you've never flirted with a woman in your life!
Was mental glaring a thing? Because she was totally doing it to herself right now.
While yes, it was true that she had never flirted with a woman before, at least intentionally, she wasn't going over there to flirt!
She was just going to say hi, introduce herself, compliment the woman's singing and then march right back over to her spot for the rest of the show.
If you say so, Q.
God, why was her mind doing this to her? She had seen plenty of pretty girls before. Why was it pushing her to meet this one? Why was it making her feel... attracted all of a sudden?
Because it's time you live a little.
And living a little is precisely why she was currently pushing through a mob of intimidatingly attractive women that were all attempting to do the same thing she was.
Get to Rae Berry.
Okay, so clearly she wasn't the only person in the bar who found the brunette attractive and talented and wanted to get the chance to talk to her.
She should have expected that one.
After all, they all had eyes that could clearly see how gorgeous the short girl was.
Following the announcement of their small intermission, the lead singer had walked out from backstage and half the women in the bar had immediately rushed over to her and began showering her with compliments and... were those phone numbers?
She narrowed her eyes and huffed softly.
Was she jealous? No, of course not. It's not like she was going over there to give the brunette her phone number...
But they were blocking her way no matter which way she tried to weave through them.
This was a stupid idea.
She could see the brunette laughing and smiling at the hoard of women around her and she tried not to admit how much more attractive she looked up close...
But there was no way that some rocker girl would give her the time of day.
Some lawyer from Chicago going through a divorce standing among a group of beautiful, tanned, long legged California girls.
She sighed heavily and stopped trying to push through for a moment, smoothing down her dress that had been slightly rumpled by all the slight pushing and shoving that was going on around her.
Finally, she rose her brows at herself when she got an idea.
She didn't have a fancy cop badge that she could wave and magically part the crowd of girls like the red sea, but... Quinn was a lawyer. And she could use that to her advantage.
She watched as Rae got to the bar and smirked slightly before she cleared her throat and pushed girls apart with a bit more force. "Okay ladies, move out of the way. I'm Miss Berry's lawyer and I have something important to tell my client so if you would please let me through...",she said in her best stern tone, pulling one of her business cards from her purse and waving it around like it actually had the power to do something.
And just like that, the women stepped aside and cleared a path for her and she couldn't help but grin victoriously, even though some of them were sizing her up like she was part of the competition.
You want to meet her that bad,huh? Wow, Q. I'm impressed.
Straightening up and putting on her most confident smile, the kind she usually reserved for the court room, Quinn walked through the throng of women and strutted towards the stool where the singer was currently seated.
Somehow her attempt at finding the 'something magical' had lead her here.
So here goes nothing.
She took a breath and stepped up behind the girl, tapping her shoulder lightly. "Excuse me, Miss Berry?"
She held her breath as she waited for the woman to turn around, to either smile at her or brush her off. Who knows.
But the reaction she got was completely different from what she had expected.
The girl was gawking at her. Really gawking at her. Like she had just walked off of a spaceship or something.
She didn't know if that was a good thing or not.
But as soon as their eyes met, she was immediately locked onto the pool of swirling chocolate that were the woman's eyes. They were so rich and deep that she felt that if she stared for too long, she'd get lost in them and the whole world would go by without her noticing.
"Whoa...", she murmured as well without realizing it before she blinked out of her daze and cleared her throat, her cheeks turning bright red as she rubbed the back of her neck.
What the hell was she doing? Not even twenty seconds and she was already acting like a major doofus. She had pretended to be the woman's lawyer just so she could come say hi to her. She had to at least try to be composed while talking to her.
Play it cool, idiot.
Right. Play it cool. She could totally do that...right?
Clearing her throat, Quinn flashed the woman a small, timid smile and tucked some hair behind her ear.
A gesture she realized that she used to do when she was younger and attempting to flirt.
But she was definitely not going to flirt with this woman. Oh no. She wasn't even into women!
"I hope someone in here is going to offer you a record deal if you don't already have one...Your voice is the most amazing sound I've ever heard.",she murmured softly, biting her lip as she lightly batted her eyelashes.
So much for not flirting.
Oh whatever!
She watched as the woman's perfectly manicured dark eyebrows rose in surprise at her words before her gaze drifted to what she was delighted to find was a very plump set of lips that were curving into a small grin.
"And I hope someone in here is going to offer you a modelling contract if you don't already have one because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.", the brunette replied smoothly as she looked her over, or rather undressed her with those dark eyes of hers.
At least that's what it felt like in that moment.
Also, Quinn might have forgotten to breathe for the time it took for her face to turn from pale to beet red.
Because that was flirting, right? No one had ever given her that kind of compliment or told her that she should be a model or call her the most beautiful woman they had ever met.
Not even her soon-to-be ex husband.
Especially not him.
Oh my god. She was not experienced in this. She hadn't even introduced herself yet!
After staring at the woman, who practically looked like a goddess dressed in leather with her tanned skin, big eyes and plump pink lips, Quinn finally let her lungs fill with air again.
"I-I'm Quinn...",was the only thing she could stutter out as she shyly held up her hand for a handshake like this was some kind of business meeting.
Good lord, she was a dork.
But despite her acting like a major spazz, the brunette's grin only stretched wider and Quinn couldn't help but inhale sharply as the woman took her hand and bent down to kiss it gently.
Didn't that only happen in movies and certainly not in bars?
She wasn't swooning already. She wasn't, honestly. Nope.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Quinn. Beautiful name. I'm Rachel... Rachel Berry. I'm glad you enjoyed my singing.", she said as she slowly released her hand and made eye contact with her again.
She tried to play if off as a weird symptom of jetlag when she could practically feel a spark every time their eyes connected.
Because that was just... It was impossible.
Biting her lip, the blonde let her hand fall to her side and rose a brow at the woman, Rachel, and tilted her head curiously.
"Rachel? So Rae is...?"
"Just a stage name that I started going by when we started performing. But you,gorgeous, can definitely call me Rachel. It sounds nice in your voice.",she chuckled lowly, leaning back against the bar as she ran a hand through her hair.
Quinn felt herself blush again. This was too much. She had never been talked to like this by another woman.
"Are you flirting with me?", she asked bluntly before reddening even more when she realized what had left her mouth.
She watched as Rachel smirked in amusement and let out a laugh, that practically sounded like a melody on its own.
"Of course not. We just met a minute ago...",she said in a tone that suggested otherwise.
And the wink she added didn't help.
More blushing, definitely more blushing. She thought about turning around and walking right back out of the bar and to her empty apartment because she wasn't sure if she could even handle...whatever this conversation was. She wasn't ready, and this was all new to her and she was still trying to acknowledge the fact that for the first time (or the first time she actually realized it), she had felt some form of attraction towards someone of the same sex.
Wasn't this sort of thing supposed to happen in college!?
No, of course not. Quinn had spent the majority of her college years with her nose buried deep inside her law text books and internship case files.
The most attractive thing to her had been her bed after a particularly grueling day of studying.
She wasn't equipped for this.
"Are you okay, Quinn? You seem a bit... worried?", Rachel asked with furrowed eyebrows as she carefully studied the woman.
"You can't flirt with me.", Quinn said quietly, instead of answering the question. Because she was not okay. She was questioning why she had the guts to come over here in the first place.
Rachel raised a brow in surprise at that, looking at her curiously.
"Why can't I? Are you married or something?",the singer asked, her gaze moving downwards, obviously looking for a wedding ring.
Quinn visibly cringed at that and looked away, running a hand through her golden locks and tugging at the ends, like she always did when she felt anxious or stressed or just... any other emotion, really.
"Yes... No.",she correctly quickly, heaving a deep sigh. "I'm getting divorced, actually. I just moved out here... for a fresh start.",she said with a slight roll of her eyes because how many times had she said that today?
"And that's why I can't flirt?"
"Not exactly..."
"Then what is it?"
"You're a girl..."
There was a ten second pause where Rachel just studied her, pursing her lips. She probably didn't look all that great, with red cheeks and shifting eyes.
"You've never had a girl flirt with you before?", Rachel asked curiously, a hint of an amused smile growing on her lips.
"No. Never. I was married to my husband for five years and before that, well... I didn't really get out much.",she admitted quietly, wondering how red her face could get before it downright exploded.
"Can I ask you something then?", Rachel said after a moment. The brunette noticed that her band members were making their way back onto the stage and she hadn't even gotten them drinks yet. The intermission was already coming to an end.
"Sure...",Quinn murmured softly, looking up at the short rock singer through her lashes.
"Why did you come over here?"
"I had to..."
"And why is that?"
Quinn sighed softly, toying with the hem of her dress.
"Because something in my mind told me that I had to. As soon as I saw you, my mind was telling me to come introduce myself. I don't know why.",she frowned slightly. "I think it's part of this plan to become a 'new me' now that I moved across the country."
"A new you that flirts with women even though you've clearly never had that kind of interaction before?"
"Apparently...",she breathed out as she noticed that the lights were dimming again.
Rachel would have to go back on stage and all this conversation brought her was a lot of blushing.
What was the point of this again? Humiliation? Why was she so drawn to her in the first place?
The brunette noticed the light change as well and Quinn sighed softly as she watched her slip off of her stool. The hoard of women were inching towards her again. It seemed like Quinn could only hold them off for so long.
Three minutes.
That's how long she had managed to get Rae... Rachel Berry's attention.
She could go home now, right? This had been her one adventurous experience for the night.
Or for the whole month.
She flashed the shorter woman a slight smile before turning to make her way through the crowd again when she felt a small hand grab her by the wrist before she could get too far.
"Hey wait."
Quinn stopped and looked at her over her shoulder, raising her brows curiously as she waited for what Rachel might have to say.
"I saw you. In the crowd... Earlier. When I was singing. It was your eyes...I've never seen that shade of hazel before. They're gorgeous.", Rachel murmured softly with a sweet smile as she let go of her hand.
And Quinn suddenly felt her knees quiver and that flutter in her heart for the second time that night.
Again, these sort of things only happened in cheesy rom-coms,right?
The pink tint returning to her cheeks, the blonde didn't know that to say. How did one reply after being told that their eyes had stood out in a full crowd?
An eternity passed by.
Well, an eternity that lasted a full minute.
"Can we talk after the show? Get a cup of coffee or something? You look like the kind of girl that I'd like to get to know better..."
That was probably an overused line, but Quinn couldn't help feeling a bit giddy.
"I don't know...",she murmured uncertainly, biting her lip. Because she really didn't know if she should meet the brunette after the show. Was she capable of interacting with her without feeling like she was going to faint?
"Okay, where is our talented lead singer hiding? I think she forgot about the second half of our show. And she also forgot our beers. Where are you, Rae?"
They both looked at the stage and saw the keyboardist looking out over the crowd with a grin as he tried to locate Rachel among the sea of people.
Rachel hummed and gave her a sweet smile. "Well, you have about five songs to decide if you want to change that 'I don't know' into a yes or a no. And i'm really hoping that it's a yes or else those eyes are going to haunt me for the rest of the night..."
And with that, she was gone.
Moments later, she was on stage, adjusting her guitar while the audience cheered.
Quinn stared for a moment before she turned towards the bar and blinked a few times, trying to figure out if their conversation had been real or if it was just some lonely divorced woman fantasy starring a young attractive rocker girl that her mind had probably made up.
And was she going to go see her after the show?
"I'll have a shot, please. Tequila.", she said as she sat down on the stool that Rachel had vacated and slipped her card onto the counter.
The shot of liquor might hold the answers she needed.
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Sorry this took so long!
So is Quinn going to meet Rachel after the show or run home?
Tune in to find out!
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And for those following my other two fics, Strawberry Shampoo will be updated tomorrow night and Table for two on Saturday so stay tuned!
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