The ultamite goal of life is to discover who you really are -

This was something Quinn understood greatly. Seeking self discovery had been her biggest journey, and she felt as though, at least for the moment, she had found it. Sitting on the back porch of her modest house, she looked out onto the expanse of land, letting her eyes roam over the fresh green grass, crisp white fences, and her two horses in the distance. The land went on past what her eye could see from her place on the bench, but as the morning sun coated her rural oasis she heaved a content sigh and headed into her abode, calling for the her dog Maggie.

This is the life, Quinn thought picking up her coffee mug from the counter, and filling it once more. Taking a sip, she decided to flip through the mail, she had set aside yesterday. Bill, bill, magazine, and a large brown envelope from her mother. Quinn didn't talk to her mother much, not after she had left Lima after graduation. Her last couple of years in high school had been when she realized she did not fit in to the life she had once had. Making her choice to go to college at UNC pretty easy.

Opening the envelope carefully, and pulled out a piece of her mom's stationary:

Dear Quinnie,

I just finished the last book you sent me. It was divine. I sent a copy to your sister, and we are all very proud of you! It is so nice to be able to go to tea with that snooty Margarie Banks and be able to tell her that my daughter is a bestseller. If I have to hear about her sons being astronauts one more time, I may send her to the moon myself.

Quinn chuckled, her mother had changed so much over the years, and yet so little at the same time.

All and all everything here is good. In fact you'll notice that I've also sent you an Invitation that got sent to us for you. It's from the High School. It may have slipped open, and it may be for your five year reunion. Also, I may have also included a plane ticket for that weekend to come here.

she rolled her eyes, her mother meant well, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go back.

Dear, I know what you're thinking and just forget it. I want to see you. The ticket is non-refundable. So in two weeks I will pick you up at the airport.

There really was no winning on this. for Quinn.

Lots of love,

Mom

P.S. I know how much you love your cowgirl boots and levis and all that but please bring a dress... A nice one...

Quinn could only laugh as she emptied the rest of the envelope finding just what her mother had said. A plane ticket, and her invitation to the reunion. "well I guess I'm going back" she said only to herself.

To me, flying free is doing what I want to do, even if it's different from what everybody expects me to do. I'm flying free when I win the battle between me and the people who thought I should go down this road and I find my own road.

If anyone was finding their own road, it was Rachel. She had followed her dream to New York after high school, and was now sitting in loft, in what she swore was the most comfortable chair she had ever sat in, letting herself get taken over by the book she held so delicately.

She was pulled away by the sound of her phone buzzing on the table next to her. "Hello?" she answered without checking the caller ID. The voice on the other end was gentle and familiar.

"Rachel sweetie, it's daddy."

"Hi daddy, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I was just wanting to confirm that we are picking you up tomorrow at the airport. Are you at the theatre? I hope I didn't pull you away from work."

"O no, I took the day to pack and get my things ready for this weekend. I can not wait to see you guys, It has been so long since I've been back in Lima."

"I know, can you imagine what your classmates will think when they see the famous Rachel Berry enter in to that reunion"

"Daddy..." Rachel never got used to the fame the way she thought she would. "I'm really not that famous..."

"Nonsense, you just finished a huge broadway show, not to mention all of the press you have been doing for the upcoming one. You would be surprised how many people here keep up with that kind of stuff"

"anyways, I'm not the only celebrity to come out of Lima..." Rachel said, as she swept a hand over the cover of the book she was reading. Star Gazing a novel by Quinn Fabray

"Rachel, darling, I have to let you go, I think your father is trying to burn down the kitchen. Love you, and we'll see you soon"

Rachel laughed "Okay love you."

She sat back, and wondered what it would be like to finally see her old classmates. One blonde in particular. Rachel had read all of Quinn's books, she was drawn in by the smooth writing, and her complex characters. The main character in all three of them was an ambitious girl, in search of herself and her dream, and in the process finding love. Rachel couldn't help but imagine she was the character Quinn had been writing about, but brushed off the idea everytime it would come into her head.

This reunion was a chance to find out if she had just been crazy or if Quinn had ever thought about her after High School. She wasn't sure if she would even get the chance to see the girl she had been drawn to for so long, the girl who had written the books that kept her up at night.

Rachel could only hope.