I haven't written in a very long time and this is my first Faberry fic, so I have no idea if it is any good. Still, this has been in my head for weeks now and I needed to write it down.

I don't own anything but the idea.

Grabbing onto her bags tightly, Rachel left the grocery shop and went down the street towards the apartment that she shared with Kurt.

Right before crossing the street though, she locked eyes with the last person she expected to see. The grasp on her grocery bags loosened and they collapsed to the ground while her eyes went wide with shock. She narrowed her eyes making sure that she wasn't fooling herself. But no matter how long she looked into those mesmerizing hazel eyes that she hadn't seen in months, they didn't disappear.

She looked at the blonde standing across the street more closely, taking in her appearance; the white sundress wafting around her legs in sync with the wind, the short hair framing her face perfectly, the little beige purse cradled in both her hands in front of herself and the shy smile on her face.

Shaking her head out of the daze she found herself in, she slowly bent down to pick up her bags. She must have imagined it. The blonde had no reason to be here. She felt a wave of pain surge through her body remembering her last conversation with the blonde.

Rachel was surprised when the door to the bathrooms opened and Quinn Fabray approached her with a smile on her face handing her the train tickets from Ney York to New Haven. But she was even more surprised about the explanation that the former cheerleader offered.

"I know everybody keeps talking about staying in touch and I wanna make sure that we do."

She was overwhelmed. All through high school she had wanted nothing more than for Quinn to at least be her friend and now that her dream came true, it felt like it wasn't enough anymore. As she felt the blonde's arms around her waist, she knew that leaving like this wasn't an option. She needed to tell Quinn what she felt before it was too late.

When they pulled away from the hug that lingered a few moments longer than usual, Rachel's eyes locked onto the ensnaring hazel orbs right in front of her.

"Quinn, I-" And for once in her life, Rachel Berry was out of words.

"What is it Rach? Is everything okay?" The blonde looked at her friend full of concern. She had never seen the brunette this flustered before.

"I need to tell you something. Something that has been on my mind for a very long time. I didn't plan this. It's just…high school is over and we're leaving and the train tickets and I just-"

"Rachel, you're rambling," Quinn interrupted her sweetly with a small smile on her face, looking at her curiously and a little amused.

"I'm sorry. Quinn, I…I just-" Again Rachel stopped, looking lost.

Softly, Quinn took her hand, trying to reassure the diva and waiting patiently for her to continue whatever it was that she need to tell her.

"Quinn, I'm in love with you."

"Rachel?" No reply. "Rach? Is everything okay? Do you hear me?"

The brunette shook her head, trying to clear her head and stared up at the person that's been on her mind for the past months. Slowly, she picked up her bags and stood up, trying to regain her composure.

"Quinn," she said rather coldly. "What are you doing in New York?"

"Well, someone told me that New York is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, so I thought I would see for myself. I didn't really get to see much when we were here for Nationals. It was time to make use of the train tickets I bought right before graduation," Quinn explained, trying to not sound hurt by the tone that Rachel used with her. She had never talked to her like that before.

"Well, maybe you should buy a guide book then because this neighborhood is not really the bright side of New York."

"Maybe I just need someone to show me around?" There was desperation in the blonde's voice but also hope. Hope for another chance.

"Well, good luck with that. Have a nice stay." And with that Rachel turned on her heals, crossed the street and left the blonde standing on the sidewalk, with her hop shattered into pieces all around her.

Staring after the brunette walking away from her without ever looking back, a single tear made its way down Quinn's face and she realized that she had never felt more alone than in this moment, standing on a sidewalk in a city with over 8 million people in it, the object of her longing so close and still out of reach.