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New story, I hope you enjoy. You've been good to me so far. -M

"Everyone keeps talking about staying in touch and I want to make sure that we do.", Quinn said as she stood before Rachel in the girls' bathroom, the same place they always seemed to end up for these kinds of conversations.

She had just handed the girl a Metro North Pass, identical to the one she had purchased for herself. It hadn't been on a whim, not really. She had been planning this since the day she woke up from a coma, three days after her crash and realized that Rachel Berry was someone she needed in her life.

And that she wasn't going to let college or moving to different states keep that from happening.

So after handing her the Metro Pass with a timid smile, she stepped back and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, hazel eyes looking down at the small brunette expectantly, waiting for a reaction.

Any kind of reaction because right now Rachel was just staring at her.

But then she saw her lips curve into a smile and next thing she knew, a pair of small arms were wrapping themselves around her midsection and Rachel's head was next to hers as soft thank yous were murmured into her ear.

After four years, they were finally going to start a real friendship.

Or so she thought.

7 years later.

Quinn groaned softly against her pillow as her alarm rang and she slowly turned her head to the side and cracked an eye open, huffing quietly as she stared at the big red numbers that read 5 AM, the dream she had just woken up from already forgotten from her mind, although it did kind of feel like Déjà Vu...

She had an hour before she had to be at the hospital for her shift.

After spending a year studying Drama at Yale, Quinn had realized that acting wasn't really for her after all. It was fun but deep inside of her, her need wasn't to entertain.

It was to help.

After all, when you almost die at 18 years old from a car crash that could have left you paralyzed for the rest of your life, you tend to feel the need to give back to the world.

So Quinn had enrolled in medical school and found her true passion: pediatrics.

She had worked with children day in and day out while interning at a Hospital during med school and seeing how brave and courageous they were even in the face of horrible things like cancer and diseases made her want to work with sick children for the rest of her life.

Which is why she was now Doctor Quinn Fabray, Pediatrician at the Lincoln Medical Center.

And Doctor Quinn Fabray was going to be late if she didn't get her ass out of bed, but she was kind of in a daze because she could have sworn her dream was permeated by a familiar face, familiar eyes... She just couldn't remember who.

Sighing softly to herself, she finally slipped out of bed, tugging at her old Yale t-shirt as she picked up her black rimmed glasses from her nightstand and slipped them on, running a hand through her tangled blonde locks.

She had let them grow out again after college. The kids liked it. They said she had princess hair and that always made her smile, even on the worst of days.

Yawning softly, she padded out of her room to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot, attempting to be as quiet as possible because her roommate was still sleeping.

Yes, roommate.

Quinn was single and practically spent her entire days at the hospital. She could also afford a place to herself.

But she liked the company when she was actually home.

So she had met Kate through Craigslist and they had instantly clicked. The tall redhead was a dancer, who also worked a lot.

But she was nice and tidy and didn't bring a bunch of guys home at all hours of the night while Quinn was trying to sleep.

So she was wonderful in Quinn's book (even though she was always trying to set her up on blind dates, which she politely refused.)

A quick shower, a granola bar and a clean pair of blue scrubs later, Quinn was pouring coffee into her travel mug while hastily attempting to pull her hair back into a loose ponytail (her days of tight high ponies were long gone).

It was 5h47 AM and she was about to grab her jacket and keys when she heard a quiet yawn coming from behind her and turned around to find her roommate standing there in a pair of boxer shorts, a t-shirt that was a few sizes too large and her hair in a messy bun.

"Morning,Q." Kate said sleepily as she rubbed at her eyes and moved past her to pour herself the rest of the coffee Quinn had made into her favorite jumbo Hello Kitty mug.

"Uh... Morning?" Quinn said slowly as she looked at the girl, then looked at the time and then back at her, quirking a brow curiously. She rarely saw Kate before she left for work. Hell, the girl usually slept in until at least 11 am before heading down to the dance studio for the rest of the day.

So the fact that she was in the kitchen before 6 am was surprising, to say the least.

"You're never up when I'm heading out. What's the occasion?",Quinn chuckled as she headed for the door when she realized that she had five minutes to get down to the parking garage, get in her car and leave for work. (Thankfully the hospital was only a few blocks away.)

She opened the door and was about to step out when Kate finally turned to her, coffee in hand and a wide grin on her face as she looked over at the curious blonde.

"Oh nothing..." she said innocently, biting her lip. "I just wanted to remind you about tonight. Don't forget, Fabray. Bistro 61. You have to be there for 7 o'clock and you can't get out of it this time. I mean it.", she said seriously as she stared at her.

Quinn paused in the doorway and let out a heavy sigh.

She had hoped that the redhead had forgotten.

But two days earlier, while they were chatting over a few glasses of wine, Quinn had finally agreed.

To one of Kate's damn blind date ideas.

Great.

She rolled her eyes and looked at her roommate over her shoulder. "I'll see if I can make it.",she said simply before closing the door behind her.

As she walked down the hall towards the elevator, she heard a voice coming from her own apartment. "You can't stay single forever, Quinn!", her roommate yelled out.

But she ignored her because it was 5h57 AM and she was going to be late for work if she didn't hurry her ass up.

Quinn had spent the morning with one of her favorite patients, a five year old girl named Ava who had leukemia. The blonde had been watching her suffer from it for over a year now, but the little girl was always so optimistic and positive that it made Quinn want to work three times as hard to try and make her better.

And she was going to do it, she knew it. She didn't know how soon it would be, but she was prepared to do anything to save that little girl's life.

Because all those kids were her life, and she would save them all if it was possible.

Everyone said she was going to work herself into some kind of burn out but she just told them that they didn't understand.

Her job made her happy. She didn't have anyone else. She was alone.

So it was all worth it if it meant having a bunch of amazing kids see her as a superhero.

Minus the cape, of course. (Although one little boy had insisted she dress up as Superwoman the previous Halloween, which she gladly did.)

It was just past 2 o'clock and she was finally able to sit down in her office for lunch. Granted, she only had about twenty minutes before she had to go meet her next patient. An eight year old boy named Luke, a sweet little third grader who had just been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.

She was picking at the salad she had purchased from the hospital cafeteria when her mind began to wander.

First, she thought about the dream she had had just before her alarm went off that morning. She couldn't remember it and it was driving her crazy. She just knew it had been about something that had already happened. And she knew those eyes... She just couldn't place them.

"Whose eyes look like melted chocolate?", she wondered out loud as she popped a cherry tomato into her mouth and chewed.

She finally concluded that the dream was all part of her imagination playing a trick on her. She had probably dreamed of nothing.

Or darkness.

That seemed to be a recurring theme in her dreams nowadays.

She blamed it on exhaustion.

She then remembered what Kate had said that morning before she left.

Bistro 61. You have to be there for 7 o'clock and you can't get out of it this time.

She sighed heavily and slumped back in her chair, rubbing the back of her neck. She had completely forgotten about that, since her busy morning had pushed it out of her head.

"Fuck", she groaned, slightly annoyed at herself.

At least once a month for the past nine months, Kate had persistently tried to set her up on a blind date with a plethora of people. Dancers, lawyers, an accountant or two. Even a mortician. (Creepy)

But Quinn had always responded with a very firm no.

She had told her time and time again that she didn't want a relationship. She was too busy with work, and work came before everything.

But Kate wasn't having any of it. Quinn needed someone. Sure the blonde loved her job but she knew that outside of that, she wasn't completely happy, even if the woman denied it.

So she'd keep asking.

Finally one night, Quinn had finally given in and said yes.

Mainly because she wanted to shut her up.

Mostly because of the four glasses of wine she had consumed after a particularly grueling shift at the hospital.

Now there was no getting out of it, or else Kate would be pissed. And a pissed off Kate was actually kind of frightening.

But Quinn was scared and she didn't want to admit it.

The last relationship she had that lasted more than five months had been with Puck back in college, and well... she knew that wasn't going to last.

They had gotten back together because she thought that they made sense together. After all, she had lost her virginity to him and he had claimed to have always loved her. He was the father of the child she had given up at age sixteen. He was a good guy, he had his life together.

It last about a year, until...

Flashback

"You're kidding, right...?",he said as he sat on the edge of her bed in her dorm room at Yale, looking handsome as ever in his uniform, but with his brow knit in confusion.

Quinn had huffed softly, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down at him with a frown that said she was completely serious. "No, Puck. I'm not kidding. I just... I don't know. It just...It just happened. I mean, I've always had a feeling but I just ignored it because you know my parents would have killed me if they found out and then I thought I was normal because, well.. I liked being with you.",she began to ramble. "But then I started spending time with Julie and every time she came over to study, she was always sitting so close and it made made heart beat like crazy. I knew I had been lying to myself. Then we kissed and.. Fuck, Puck. I'm sorry.",she said as her eyes began to well up.

She had then felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as he pulled her against his broad chest and she sighed as she breathed in his cologne. She had bought him that for Christmas. "So you're gay?",her asked quietly as he stroked her hair.

She nodded slowly, sniffling as she tried not to get his uniform wet.

He let out a deep sigh because he was obviously heartbroken. He loved Quinn, ever since that night back in his room in Sophomore year. He loved her. But he also wanted her to be happy and knew that he had to let her go now.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Q. I promise. Thank you for telling me. You deserve to be happy and if it's with a chick instead of me, then that's cool with me.",he said with that warm smile of his, hugging her tightly.

Her father hadn't spoken to her since and had tried to cut her off from receiving any of the money in her trust fund.

Her mother, in a surprising turn of events, had told her she loved her and had hired a lawyer to keep Russell from getting his way.

He didn't.

One divorce later, she now visited her mother every Christmas while her father now lived somewhere in Florida with his new thirty year old something girlfriend.

But since coming to terms with her sexuality, Quinn had only dated a handful of girls.

Her excuse had always been that she was busy. With med school, and now with being a full time doctor.

She didn't want to drag anybody into her busy lifestyle and make them miserable. That's what she was really afraid of. She was afraid of meeting someone and falling in love, only to have them leave her because her work. The hospital and the kids were her world.

But one date couldn't hurt, right?

She would dress up (she didn't really own anything apart from scrubs but she'd steal a dress from Kate if she had to), she'd have dinner and then hopefully be home early enough to watch Greys Anatomy.

There was only one problem.

She basically knew nothing about the girl Kate had set her up with.

All the redhead had told her was that she was some sort of actress she knew through a mutual friend. She didn't even tell her the girl's name! For all she knew, she could be some kind of female serial killer who lured her victims by pretending to be on a date with them.

(She might have watched a bit too much Criminal Minds as well.)

She was about to text Kate and ask her to give her more information on the girl when her pager beeped, signaling an emergency. She cursed softly, leaving her half eaten salad on her desk as she ran out of her office, the mystery actress and the date temporarily out of her mind, being replaced with the sound of a whaling child as she entered one of the rooms.

The rest of the day had her running around from room to room, from a ten year old who had just started her first round of chemo and couldn't stop vomiting, to a little boy who had an aggressive case of the chicken pox.

It was safe to say that when 5h30 rolled around, signaling the end of her shift, she was completely exhausted. Her hair had come loose from its ponytail and her stomach was growling loudly due to her barely eating lunch. There might also be a bit of vomit on her scrubs.

She was just about to sign out and leave the hospital because she had an hour and a half to get home and get ready before she had to be at the restaurant for the stupid blind date she had agreed to go on.

But just as she was grabbing her keys, a voice came over the hospital loudspeaker.

"Doctor Fabray to room 307, please. Doctor Fabray, room 307!"

Dropping her keys back onto her desk, she sighed heavily.

"I wonder if this actress will have a problem with me being a little bit late....",she hummed as she turned on her heels to walk back out of her office, a clipboard being thrusted into her hands as she headed to room 307.

This might take a while.

And there you have it. Little beginner chapter to see if you guys like it.

I've had this idea playing around in my head for a while now. The future holds a few things: a bit of drama, some romance... who knows?

Oh and a blind date between Doctor Fabray and our 'mystery actress' ;)

For those of you reading Strawberry Shampoo, new chapter will be up tomorrow :) Yes, i'm currently attempting to write two fics at once. Crazy.

As for this one, new chapter should be up by Monday! This is going to be a long one, so hope you enjoy.

Please be kind and review, it really helps me out! :)

xxx