AUTHOR'S NOTE: YEP YOU READ THE DESCRIPTION RIGHT! THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO LIKE WE NEVER LOVED AT ALL! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT WAS PRETTY FUN TO WRITE. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TUNING BACK IN! ALSO I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD WARN YOU UP FRONT THAT THERE IS NOT NEARLY AS MUCH PUCK AND RACHEL IN THIS CHAPTER AS I WOULD HAVE LIKED FOR THERE TO HAVE BEEN. STILL I DID MY BEST TO INCLUDE AT LEAST SOME FLUFFINESS FOR OUR VERY COUPLE! – KRISTINE. PS: PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ THE ONE AT THE END BECAUSE THERE IS SOME IMPORTANT INFORMATION IN THERE.

AUTHOR'S NOTE PT. 2: I WOULD ADVISE YOU READ LIKE WE NEVER LOVED AT ALL BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY. IT'LL MAKE A LOT MORE SENSE IF YOU READ THAT ONE FIRST. I KIND OF FEEL LIKE THERE ARE SO MANY WEIRD STORYLINES AND NEW CHARACTERS THAT IT WOULD BE DIFFICULT TO FOLLOW WITHOUT READ THE OTHER STORY FIRST. STILL IF YOU DON'T WANT TO THEN I'M NOT GOING TO TWIST YOUR ARM. HAHA.

RATING: PG

DISCLAIMER: YEAH THERE IS NO WAY THAT I WOULD HAVE LET SEASON TWO END THAT WAY IF I OWNED THE SHOW.

CHAPTER ONE: THE START TO AN INTERESTING SUMMER

- E - & - A -

"Would it be in bad taste to wear white at my second wedding in less than 18 months?" Sylvie asked as she mindlessly flipped through one of the million magazines that she found herself buying with increasing frequency.

Rachel smirked and rolled her eyes but continued to jot scene ideas down on the yellow legal pad she had within reach at all times. She was quickly realizing that writing a screenplay was a little more challenging that penning a song. "When has the threat of being in bad taste ever stopped you before?"

"Good point," Sylvie grinned as she jotted down the page number as well as the magazine she was looking at for later reference. The first time she got married the whole planning process had significantly easier mostly because she was disinterested she just agreed to all of her mother's demands. Her mother, angry that not only was she divorced already but was rushing into another marriage with a black guy no less, hadn't even agreed to attend yet let alone help her plan this one.

"Because if you think about having another wedding within three months of your divorce being finalized isn't exactly in good taste," Rachel added.

"Okay please try not to rub it in or you'll start to sound like my mother."

Rachel snorted and glanced at the computer screen. Since they ventured to the beach for the summer this was how they kept in touch. Sylvie said talking on the phone would only get them so far because they wouldn't be able to see each other. "Is that the robe I wanted from Saks?"

Sylvie glanced down only to find that she was in fact wearing the robe that Rachel had apparently been obsessed with the last time she made a trip to Saks but hadn't had time to buy because she was already in line when she spotted it. She looked back up and flashed Rachel a smile, "Maybe."

"I'll forgive you if you pick me up one before you guys come this weekend."

"Will do," she promised as she folded a magazine so that she could hold it up to the screen. "What do you think of this one?"

"It looks almost exactly like your last one except with less lace and more sparkles."

She pulled it back and inspected it a little closer. "It does, doesn't it?" She sighed. "What would I do without you?" And then she quickly added, "Don't answer that."

Rachel chuckled and started to in fact give Sylvie a few examples when Noah's voice suddenly flooded the room, letting her know that brunch was ready and no one felt like waiting patiently for her to get done chatting with Sylvie.

"I still can't get over the fact that you had an intercom installed."

"For the tenth time we did not have it installed it was here when we bought the place." What she didn't add was that they had in fact had it upgraded so that not only did it work in every room. "And you know you're just jealous."

"A point I honestly can't challenge."

Rachel laughed. "I can't wait for you to guys to get here."

"Neither can I," Sylvie assured her. After spending so much time together while they were putting together the special together it was hard getting used to not seeing each other again. "Wait until you see my bikini it is totally inappropriate."

Rachel didn't say anything in response to that. Instead she just chuckled and shook her head. She blew a kiss and waved goodbye before quickly signing off and rushing downstairs because she knew if she didn't hurry all of the blueberry pancakes would be gone and she'd be stuck with the plan kind.

- E - & - A -

"So when is the person the studio hired to help you guys finish the script showing up?" Aviva asked as she smeared cream cheese on a bagel.

Noah paused chewing and with his mouth still half full replied, "Next Monday and they're just helping us polish it up."

Abby snorted, "That's what they think."

"Hey we have almost 1/3 of it finished."

"Almost being the keyword," Eric pointed out.

Dave chuckled and added, "Which we all know only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."

"Also known as the most worn out adage of like all time," Noah reminded the table, gesturing with his fork to help illustrate his point.

"And you guys forget that not only are we doing this whole movie thing, but we are helping to cast the film, plan Sylvie and Matt's wedding, decorate this place, and record our new album." Rachel listed off.

"Let me and your fathers handle overseeing the decorating and construction," Aviva suggested before adding, "And let Alfie and Abby help Sylvie and Matt plan their wedding. You focus on the stuff that pays the bills."

"And if somewhere along the way we can help you guys with the record and the movie we will," Eric assured them.

"You guys are unusually perfect," Alfie stated, shaking his head and laughing softly. "Seriously you guys might not be the classic definition of what an American family should be, but you are the closest to 7th Heaven that I've ever actually observed with my own two eyes."

"Yeah I think Sylvie and the rest of our colorful supporting cast automatically makes us a little more Modern Family and a little less 7th Heaven but you're still awarded points for effort and actually adding to the conversation." Rachel joked.

"Can you imagine what the Camden's would have done if one of the kids had come home with a friend like Sylvie?" Abby asked in mock-horror.

Noah laughed so hard that the orange juice he was drinking before she posed the question almost spewed out of his nose. "I think it would have resulted in a big family discussion about having friends positively impact our lives as opposed to result in us having to pay doormen large sums of money to overlook the mayhem she would be sure to create."

- E - & - A -

His head was pounding. Seriously it hurt so bad that not only could he feel it, but he was also almost positive that he could hear it. He groaned, regretting the decision to pregame with champagne.

"Answer the door," an unrecognizable voice mumbled beside him.

He opened his right eye and peered to see who was beside him. All he could see was olive skin that was branded with what appeared to be a Lady Gaga lyric. "What?"

His bedmate seemed to feel as out if as he did and in an obviously hoarse voice said, "Someone is knocking on your door."

"Oh," he replied as he slowly sat up. It made sense that he couldn't actually hear his head pound. He grabbed a pair of underwear off of the floor beside him and quickly slipped them on. It wasn't until he was just about to open the door did he realize that not only were they not his, but that he'd put them on backwards. Luckily it was just Santana, his downstairs neighbor and favorite hardass choreographer.

"Took you long enough," Santana barked as she brushed past him and walked in the apartment to set down the groceries that she had brought with her. "And you're wearing your date's underwear backgrounds."

He shrugged his shoulders as he slipped them off and quickly corrected them. "Good morning Satan I mean Santana."

She shot him a look that said don't make me live up to my nickname as she warned, "Keep the attitude up and I won't tell you why I'm here or share the deliciously greasy breakfast burrito I picked up from Pete's for you."

"Don't be mean."

"Don't be bitchy," she countered.

He smiled, "Deal."

She tossed him his burrito before asking in a tone that suggested she already knew more than he probably ever would about last night, "Fun night last night?"

"If my headache is any indication then yes," a small moan escaped his lips as he chewed his first bite of what he would swear up and down was the best breakfast burrito in the entire city.

"You know what they say about champagne. It goes down like heaven, but makes you feel like hell."

"Far too well my dear," his voice was soft and tone sounded reminiscent but his face told the truth that he was slowly getting to the age where drinking champagne like it was water was starting to wear on him. He sighed before brightening and changing the subject. "So to what do I owe this unexpected but lovely early morning visit?"

Santana motioned for him to wait as she finished chewing her bite and then explained, "I found you an audition."

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "How off-Broadway is it?"

"Pretty far-"

He let out a hollow laugh in frustration. "Of course it is. I have a Tony. My name was on the posters. But now because of George I've been relegated to doing off-Broadway. Who's the director?"

"Mike Chang."

"Who is that?"

"He was the director of Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman's holiday special. He did the music video for their last single too."

"And now he's decided to direct a play?"

"Not exactly," Santana started but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a very naked good looking man walking to the bathroom. "He's cute."

"They always are," he smirked.

"Anyway back to Mike Chang and the audition. It isn't for a play and before you interrupt me with one of your holier than thou I sold out the Royal Theater rants let me explain. He's directing the movie based on Rachel and Noah's single. It's the talk of the town. It's a musical. It's right up your alley. Quinn Fabray is the lead and we both know you don't have anything else on your plate right now. Plus knowing those two the pay is going to be worth your time if you get the part."

He opened his mouth to argue with her assessment of his life, but closed it quickly when he realized that she was right. While it was true that for a time he was the biggest name in theater world that had been over eighteen months ago and the significant amount of savings that he'd built up were dwindling thanks to his taste for expensive clothes and equally expensive parties. "I met the once."

"I know. It was the first play we worked on together. You sang one of their songs. Rachel was impressed with and Noah gave you a noncommittal shrug which means he thought you were pretty talented also."

He nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Just think about it and let me know before the day is up so I can tell them about you. I know it isn't Broadway but you're going to have to work your back there babe." She reminded him. She reached out and squeezed his hand. "I wouldn't have brought this to you if I didn't think it was a good thing for you."

"I know and for that and this bagel I'll always love you," he assured her.

"Well I've got to go. I have an early morning rehearsal to get to and these dancers are especially hopeless," she joked, ruffling his hair and quickly squeezing his arm again before leaving just as suddenly as she arrived.

He was still in the middle of mulling over his option when the naked man who after careful recollection he thought might be named Ethan emerged from his bathroom now somehow fully clothed. Apparently he'd only left his underwear in his bedroom the night before.

"Was that Santana Lopez?"

He nodded, "So you're an aspiring dancer?"

The guy nodded sheepishly. "What gave it away?"

"The only people gay or straight who recognize Santana like that are aspiring dancers."

"I've heard she's vicious."

"She is, but it's only because she expects perfection."

"Ethan" didn't say anything. Instead he scrawled his phone number on one of the napkins with his name which ended up being Efrain below it. "Thanks for a good night." He swiftly kissed him before opening the door. Just as he was about to leave he turned around and said, "Think of the underwear as a way to remember me Blaine."

- E - & - A -

Kurt checked his phone again before knocking on the door. He was practically buzzing with the excitement of being reunited with Mercedes. Since the special wrapped they both found themselves so insanely busy that their communication was limited to sporadic text messages and even rarer phone calls. His smile somehow widened when the door opened to reveal a fit and insanely attractive blonde wearing a faded Star Trek t-shirt and a pair of expensive jeans that Kurt knew without a doubt Mercedes had picked out for him. "You must be Mercedes' amazing boyfriend," Kurt greeted as he took the chance to look him up and down one more time. "I'm-"

"Kurt, her fashion soulmate," Sam finished for him, smiling and displaying perfect white teeth that made him look like he should have been in a Crest commercial. "Come on in. Mercedes is just in her office working on one of her shampoo recipes."

"Your jeans are amazing."

"Of course they are I picked them out," Mercedes joked as she emerged from her office and rushed to wrap Kurt up in a tight hug. "Your entire outfit is amazing. Please excuse my disheveled look. I have a meeting in the morning with a manufacturer about distributing a line of hair products so I needed to perfect all of my formulas."

"Darling you look beautiful. I see you've decided to join in on the feather craze."

She blushed as she reached up to fondly touch the newest addition to her always changing look. "You really like them?"

"I wouldn't tell you that I didn't if I didn't and we both know that."

"Good because I let one of the girls at the salon do them and I just wasn't sure if I had what it took to pull them off." Mercedes despite putting off the confidence and bravado of a diva like Aretha still had her moments where she felt completely out of sorts.

"I'm going back to my office to finish up some paperwork. It was nice meeting you Kurt." Sam replied before disappearing behind one of several closed doors. Seconds after he popped his head out and said, "And I told you that you owned those feathers like Obi Wan owned Anakin before he became Darth Vader." Then he disappeared again.

"One, you didn't mention how cute he was though I have absolutely no idea what that meant but I'm sure it was completely sweet and came straight from the heart. Two, this place is huge. Three, I have missed the hell out of you. Four, I better leave here with a sample."

"Of course you will and I've missed you too," she assured him as she led him into her office. She couldn't help but grin when she saw the way his eyes lit up and his jaw dropped at the sheer size of it. "I'm a lucky bitch aren't I?"

"Few truer words have been spoken." Kurt had always thought he hit the jackpot when Jesse suggested that he move in with him, but their place was about half this big. "Have you heard if they cast a male lead yet?"

"Nope," she replied with a shrug. "I talked to Sylvie a couple of nights ago to work out a date for her wedding consultation and she said that every guy they'd auditioned so far was just all wrong."

"You know this has all of the makings of a dramatic summer what with them deciding that Quinn Fabray should be the lead." Kurt's eyes had almost popped out of his head when Jesse relayed the news. He'd actually insisted that Jesse was wrong even though Jesse showed him Holly's article. It wasn't until Noah had actually confirmed that it was true that he believed the news. Well at least accepted it. To be honest he was still struggling to believe it.

"How many looks have you finished?"

"Probably a hundred more than I need," Kurt admitted with a sheepish grin. "I was inspired when I found out it was going to be set in the 70s."

"I know exactly what you mean." She had enough hairdos mapped out for three films. "And you were right when you said they were going to make us famous."

"I know." He joked. "And it's only going to get better."

- E - & - A -

Rachel was in the middle of a particularly heartbreaking scene when she heard her phone start ringing. She momentarily considered ignoring it because she was finally on a role, but decided against it when she remembered that Santana said she was going to call about a potential audition for the male lead. She was surprised when instead of finding Santana's name she instead found Quinn's. "Hi Quinn," she said in a tone that she meant to be friendly but knew was kind of stiff and formal. Despite the fact that they'd come up with a truce they still weren't exactly friends.

"Hi Rachel I hope I'm not interrupting." Quinn was sitting on the edge of her bed and playing with her hair as though she was talking to her crush on the phone for the first time.

"Nothing too important," Rachel lied as she pushed her chair back and relished the feeling of being able to slouch for a minute. "What's going on?"

"Well I have some news that I wanted to share with you in advance so you didn't find out from a third party."

"You're dating Finn," Rachel stated matter-of-factly.

Quinn gasped quietly in surprise. She'd been careful and limited their interactions to secret rendezvous'. The media hadn't even picked up on their relationship yet. "How did you know that?"

"Well you sound obviously nervous and other than cutting your hair I couldn't think of some sort of news you'd want to share with me."

"I just don't want this to strain our emerging relationship."

Rachel chuckled softly, "You mean you don't want me to fire you off of the biggest break of your career."

"Well that too," she admitted as she resisted the urge to start chewing her nail. She wasn't sure how someone as tiny as Rachel could terrify her as much as she did. If Finn weren't such a volatile topic when it came to Noah she would have called him instead. "I just don't want this to become sort of thing."

"As long as Finn doesn't act like a fool when he comes to support you we won't have any problems." Rachel assured her even though she knew that wasn't exactly true. Noah wasn't going to be pleased to hear that Finn was going to be around for the next few months. He already didn't think they should give the role to Quinn. This wasn't going to help her gain points in his eyes.

"He'll hardly be around what his new tour." Quinn explained despite knowing that Rachel probably could care less about Finn's new tour even she found the topic a bit boring and she was dating him.

"Thank you for calling me and letting me know. It was very mature and kind of you Quinn."

It was Quinn's turn to laugh, "This coming from the woman who gave me the lead role in her film when I've spent the last two years trying to steal your boyfriend."

- E - & - A -

"Quinn and Finn are dating," Rachel whispered later that night when they were in bed. She wasn't sure why she waited until this moment to tell him. It probably had to do with the fact that she knew he was nearly asleep and wouldn't have the energy to do much more than bitch for a minute before asking if she was okay with the situation.

"I know."

She sat up and stared at him in shock. "What do you mean you knew?"

"I mean I didn't know but I knew. You know what I mean?"

"Surprisingly yes I do know what you mean," she said as she laid her head on his chest. There was no sound in the world she found more soothing than that one.

Noah sighed as he ran his fingers through her long, silky hair. "You aren't going to get all weird and jealous when he shows up on the set to support her, are you?"

"Nope which I must admit I find surprising. I don't miss him. You'd think when you invested close to four years into a relationship you would miss that person but I honestly don't miss Finn."

"Good."

"You think this guy Santana found is going to be right for the job?" She asked hopefully. She just knew that if they could cast this last important part that everything would work out.

"Shit he can't be worse than the others."

"That's what we said about the Clay Aiken wannabe."

He groaned at the memory, "I thought we promised never to talk about that guy again."

"I love you Noah," she shifted so that she could give him a kiss.

He stifled a yawn and replied, "Ditto."

- E - & - A -

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS SOMETHING LIKE 4000 WORDS AND 10 PAGES WHICH ABSOLUTELY BLOWS MY MIND. I DON'T THINK THE CHAPTERS THAT FOLLOW THIS ONE WILL BE THIS LONG BUT WHO KNOWS. SO THIS IS THE LONG-AWAITED SEQUEL. COMPARED TO MY OTHER SEQUELS THIS WAS ACTUALLY POSTED FAIRLY QUICKLY. SO I HAVE A COUPLE OF DILEMMAS WITH THIS SEQUEL. FIRST OFF I CAN'T DECIDE IF IT'LL END A KLAINE OR A ST. HUMMEL. WHEN I STARTED THIS STORY ORIGINALLY THERE WAS NO BLAINE AND I'VE ALWAYS HAD A SOFT SPOT FOR THE THOUGHT OF JESSE AND KURT TOGETHER. NOW I DON'T KNOW WHO KURT SHOULD END THIS STORY WITH. I'D BE INTERESTED TO HEAR YA'LLS THOUGHTS SO FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW VIA REVIEW. ALSO HOW MANY OF YOU WERE SURPRISED THAT THE GUY SANTANA WAS VISITING WAS BLAINE? ADITIONALLY JAKE EPSTEIN HAS RECENTLY ACCEPTED A ROLE ON THE SHOW BUT I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT. DO ANY OF YA'LL? I WANT TO INCLUDE HIS CHARACTER AS A POTENTIAL LOVE INTEREST FOR QUINN? WHAT DO YA'LL THINK OF THAT? BECAUSE I DON'T THINK WE HAVE A NAME FOR HIM YET I WAS WONDERING IF YOU THOUGHT I SHOULD GO WITH A) DANIEL, B) TYLER, C) ADAM, OR D) FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST A NAME. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE MORE NOAH/RACHEL INTERACTION AND I WILL DO MY BEST TO GET IT UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I HOPE YA'LL LIKED THIS. I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. – KRISTINE. PS: IN THE LWNLAA MERCEDES' BOYFRIEND'S NAME WAS MARSHALL BUT I CHANGED IT TO SAM ONCE HIS LOVELY CHARACTER WAS INTRODUCED. STILL HOW RIGHT WAS I ABOUT MERCEDES GETTING TOGETHER WITH A NERDY BUT CUTE WHITE GUY? HAHA.