A/N: Okay, so this is totally different than my other stories. First of all, it's in third person. I should also explain that it alternates between perspectives. I don't want anyone getting confused and I also didn't want to have to tell you before I started each chapter. For some reason this story is making me really nervous and I'm just hoping that you guys like it. I've been working on it for a while and it's actually pretty much done already. Let me know how you feel! Oh and pay attention to the dates and locations, they'll be really important for some chapters.

August 2014, New York City
Union Square, The Strand

For exactly a week Quinn had been living in the city her dreams didn't see coming until the end of her Junior year of high school. Despite her heartache at the time, she fell in love with the city where everyone goes to follow their dreams. She was starting at New York University in another week and she couldn't be more excited. Or nervous.

After three semesters at Northwestern, it finally hit her that Chicago was never the city she wanted be in. She applied to NYU in November of her sophomore year and in March she was accepted into the university for the Fall 2014 semester.

She didn't tell anyone she was coming. Only her parents knew what she was doing, but it was simply because they were fronting the bill. Her father was paying for most of her education. Sometime during her senior year of high school it hit him that he was losing his youngest daughter for real. Paying for school and both her Chicago and New York apartments was his way of trying to win her back.

He even funded her two month European excursion. The last place on Earth Quinn wanted to spend her summer vacation before moving to her dream city was her Hell, Lima, Ohio. She barely had to beg her father to fork over the money for her "thoroughly planned out trip." All she had to say was that she wasn't going alone and he was in. Anything to win his baby girl back.

Contrary to her father's hopes, Quinn never planned on coming back.

After a mere week of being in the Big Apple, she had already found her favorite place. She'd been there four times since she had moved into her apartment on the 15th. She found herself there for a fifth time on the 22nd. She loved everything about this place. For one it was full of books. Well, most bookstores are full of books, but this was different for her. She was surrounded by her favorite things in the world. With every step she took into the store, her smile grew larger. Everywhere her eyes went she was met with a book. As she maneuvered through the other people and the tables she wondered how long it would take for the staff to notice that she kept returning.

Letting her hand drag across the store's own Best Sellers table, she dove further into the store towards the towering shelves that housed the fiction section. This is where she began to really fall in love with the place. The shelves are so high here you need a ladder to reach the top. Quinn felt tiny amongst the relentlessly high bookcases that lined and jutted out of the walls. She wasn't even looking for a book, she just wanted to be there.

Each time she'd been there she'd discovered something new that she loved. Today it was the way the floor creaked under her feet. It was a testament to how old the store was and how books have never really gone out of style.

The first time she found herself here, it was the smell. Despite it somewhat looking like a library, its scent is clearly different. It's a refreshing mix of old and new pages mingling on the shelves together. The second time she came to the store she walked in between the giant book cases and felt pleasantly lost. She compared it to getting lost in a book and felt that the connection was irresistible. Her third time at the store, she ventured up the stairs for the first time. She stopped at the art books and couldn't peel her hands or eyes away from them. There were so many and so much beauty, she didn't want to leave the section. Only hunger for actual food beckoned her out.

Her last visit, the fourth, was the visit that sealed the deal on her love affair with the store. She found the Classics section. She had been walking right by it her previous visits, but this time she walked right into it. They were all there, at least it seemed that way. There were so many. All she wanted was to devour them all, even though she was certain she had already done so to many of them.

Today she went back to her new favorite section, taking in every creek under her steps. Immediately she let her eyes meet with as many titles as she could. After five visits, today was the day she was going to make her first purchase at The Strand.

Slowly her eyes poured over the covers on the table in front of her. She stopped at one and allowed her hand to pick it up. Orlando. Virginia Woolf's love letter to the woman she was having an affair with. 'This is it,' Quinn thought to herself.

"Holy shit! Quinn?"

Quinn could have sworn she was imagining that voice. It was one she hadn't heard since July after she had graduated from high school.

She looked up from the book in her hand and her imagining was confirmed as reality, "Santana?"