Part 1, Chapter 1: Quinn

'You are cordially invited to...'

"Hey Rach, did you see this?" I called over to Rachel Berry. Now I know what you're all thinking, but no, we're just roommates. And friends, of course. But nothing more than that.

"Huh, Quinn?" Rachel walked in, half paying attention as she was focusing on memorizing some lines for the new role she had on Broadway.

"We got invited to a McKinley reunion."

"No way..."

"It's been 10 years, I guess it does make sense."

"But...wow. I haven't even thought of Ohio since, well, I graduated."

"I mean, I know high school wasn't the best time for either of us, really. But can't we go? It's just for a weekend."

"Do you really think Rachel Berry would miss out on a chance to flaunt her success to all the haters?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Of course she wanted to go. Even if it was just to see the look on Santana's face when she'll tell them all that she's a big Broadway star. This means everything to her, whether she'll admit it or not.

"Well, I've gotta get to work, Rachel. I'll book the tickets to Lima while I'm there. See ya!"

And with that, I was off to my office. I work for a photography magazine, and while the job doesn't pay much, it's probably the most fun I ever thought someone could have at work. There are also a few random buyers who pay big money for some of my photos, so I'm not too bothered. Today though, is going to be a particularly annoying day. The owner of the magazine is coming in to see what we've got for the 10th anniversary edition, and this whole week leading up to it has been hell.

"Fabray! In my office! NOW!"

"Coming!"

I ran to the office as quickly as I could, because no one who wants to keep their job keeps their boss waiting. It's not that she's a bitch or anything, but she really hates lateness, and she really, really hates waiting. It's days like today, with all the running, that my legs start to hurt from that stupid accident senior year. As thankful as I am that I'm still alive, and am still even able to walk, there are days when it just really hurts. I take a seat instantly as I arrive in the fancy office.

There was a man standing by her, and I could tell just by looking that he was the one who could make or break your career here.

"Quinn Fabray, this is Mr. Jonathan Masters. The owner of Scene, our fine magazine."

"I've seen some of your work, Quinn, and I really do admire it. I'd like for you to come work at our London office, as one of our main writers and photographers. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, as I'm sure you're aware. I'll give you a month to consider it, and I expect your answer no sooner or later than that."

I was speechless. This was the kind of thing I was working for, the opportunity I had hoped for. But... London? It was so far away, and I was just starting to get used to New York. I needed to talk to Rachel, and maybe even...

During my lunch break, I decided to place a call to someone who I never thought I'd see again. A very old friend, and someone who would know exactly what to say. So why was I so damn nervous? As I dialed the Los Angeles number, I kept hoping I'd only get her answering machine. Something about having to talk to her directly made it seem easier, but I wasn't going to be so lucky.

"Hey...Santana? It's me, Quinn."

"Holy shit."

Same old Santana, as usual.

"Did you get the invite to that McKinley reunion?"

"What do you think, Q?" Santana snapped back.

"So I'll see you there?" I said, hoping she would be there.

"My case should be wrapped up by then, so yeah, me and Brittany will be stopping by."

"Oh, that's right. How is Brittany?"

"She's great. I don't really think you called just to catch up though, Quinn. So, uh, get to the point, since I really don't have all day."

"So, my boss offered me a big promotion."

"And? You're taking it, right?"

"Well, it's in London. And I don't want to leave New York."

"Or Rachel."

"What? I didn't even mention Rachel..."

"Oh please, just because we're on different ends of the country doesn't mean I can't check Facebook every now and then. You two practically drool on each other in every little roomie picture."

"Listen Santana, I just want to know what you think I should do."

"Obviously take the promotion. Damn, for a Yale graduate you're pretty dumb, huh?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Santana was still the same girl she was in high school. Funny, smart and cruel, all at the same time.

"I just don't know if I'm ready to leave."

"You'll never know until you try."

"What if it's the wrong choice?"

"Look, Q, I gotta go..but we can talk later, yeah?"

"Of course."

"Just.. do what you think is right, ok? Whatever you gotta do, just get it done."

And with that, Santana hung up, and I was left more confused than ever.

But I mean, Rachel and I are just friends. And we're just roommates. Nothing more, nothing less. But what if there was meant to be something more?

I sighed. "I need an asprin..."

A/N: Hope you like the little futurefic I've got going here. It's gonna follow a few of the characters, with Faberry, Brittana, Klaine, and Samcedes pairings. Whether those will all last...well, you'll see! :P