Rachel stared at her watch and peered at the doors of the middle school. One of the dancer's daughters attended and she wasn't able to pick her up that day. Rachel wasn't sure why a teenager in New York needed to be picked up, but assumed she was overprotective. She walked in the double doors and showed the security her license to confirm who she was. The guard informed her that the kids would be dismissed from the cafeteria in a couple of minutes, something about a play.

Rachel thanked him and walked the way he had shown her. She heard the hum of several people talking at the same time and went to the doors. She opened and saw the dancer's daughter. She walked in her general direction and patted her on her shoulder, as not to startle her. She turned around and smiled, saying a greeting and telling Rachel her mom had talked about her and shown a picture before. Rachel nodded and delicately placed her hand on the girl's back so she wouldn't get lost in the crowd.

On the way out, Rachel brushed up against another woman quite hard and turned around to say she was sorry. She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw who it was. Quinn Fabray. The girl she had left during spring break six years ago. She left her mouth a tad agape. The daughter looked up at her, puzzled. Quinn was just as shocked as Rachel was. A couple of the performers from the show urged her to come on and she nodded, but stayed in place.

"Rachel? Rachel Berry?" Quinn took a couple of steps forward and the dancer's daughter peered at her. "Quinn?" Rachel leaned in closer. Quinn ran a hand through her hair, which she had cut short again. "What're you doing in New York?" Rachel squeezed her nails in her palm. "My theater troupe is staying here to perform for a week and a half." Quinn pursed her lips. Rachel looked at the floor then back up at Quinn, not knowing what to say. She dug her nails in tighter. "Call me. We should talk." Quinn gave a small nod and walked through the doorway. Rachel put her head in her hands.

At the daughter's locker, the girl introduced herself as Piper. Rachel nodded, not really paying attention. She stared at the beige brick wall and looked at the ground. The pained look on Quinn's face when they saw each other was making her stomach hurt. She has so many things to explain and Quinn wouldn't even be there for more than a month. She stabbed her thumb with one of the corners of the star necklace.

"Are you okay?" Piper tugged on Rachel's sweat jacket. She nodded and walked towards the front of the school with Piper behind her. On the sidewalk, Piper asked her if she was okay again and added "Did you know that lady or something?" Rachel looked ahead and nodded. "Was she your girlfriend or something?" Rachel stopped walking and scowled at her. "What, we live in New York City, it's not weird for me to assume that." Rachel shook her head and started walking again. "No, she wasn't my girlfriend. We were just best friends who sort of had a falling out." Piper nodded and gripped her backpack straps. "I know what that's like, but we're friends again." Rachel sighed, wanting to laugh. Teenage girls were and weren't friends all the time. Rachel was 21 when she and Quinn stopped talking. Quinn was hardly a flip flopper when it came to her friends, so Rachel had really messed up.

They got to Piper's apartment and Rachel slinked onto the couch, sighing loudly and staring at the cracking ceiling. She shut her eyes and felt Piper's presence over her. "Do you want me to make you a cup of tea? I'm pretty good at it." "I'm the one who's supposed to be watching you." "I don't mind." Rachel sighed again and nodded yes. Like Quinn was actually going to call her after what had gone down.

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Quinn rubbed her lipstick off and looked into the mirror. Her face looked red, she assumed from the previous encounter with Rachel. She let her head fall against the vanity's counter. She felt a hand on her shoulder and saw Adam with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What's the matter?" He leaned down to get closer on eye level with her. "Is the show tiring you out?" She nodded and allowed him to kiss her on the forehead.

Quinn got to her hotel room and greeted her understudy, Grace. She flopped down onto her bed and traced the handle of her bag. Rachel had said to call her. Why was she expected to make the call? She then remembered that she wasn't taking any of Rachel's and hadn't been for the past six years. She rolled onto her stomach and shrieked into her pillow.

"What the hell is your problem?" Grace flipped through stations on the television. Quinn faced the wall opposite Grace's side. Grace had never really liked her since Quinn had seemed to beat her for the roles they both wanted since starting school and transferring to the troupe. "I ran into somebody I used to hang out with." She looked at her nail polish, wanting to pick it off. "Oh, how terrible." Grace answered sarcastically. Quinn stuck her tongue out at the wall and bit the inside of her cheek.

Her 'wish', or whatever the world considered it, had come true. She had just happened upon Rachel Berry. Rachel was picking up some girl and happened to run into Quinn. She remembered the sorrowful look on Rachel's face, as if the world had just crumbled from under her, as if her heart had just tore in half. But maybe that was the way Quinn wanted to remember. In all honesty, it was most likely a look of regret. Just for what she had done. It didn't mean Rachel was still in love with her, and still wanted to go on vacations with her, and still wanted to talk about dreams and hope of the future with her. It just meant she was sorry for that one time she had done something really shitty to Quinn. Forget revealing that Puckerman was her daughter's father, or having Finn cheat on her. That was all petty high school stuff. Rachel leaving her on the spring break in Costa Rica was the dumbest and cruelest thing she had ever done. At least in Quinn's view. Maybe in Rachel's it was just a notch on her tiny bedpost of mistakes.

Her hand crept inside the purse; her fingers skimmed the edge of the phone. She felt the cool touch screen on her thumb. She quickly pulled her hand away and grabbed a piece of gum instead. If Rachel wanted to talk to her she could call her herself. Quinn was tired of being slightly pushed around by her.