"Rachel." Quinn gasps, the rest of her sentence, if she even had one in mind, is caught in her throat.

Have you ever studied so hard for a test you think you have it in the bag, but then the test is placed in front of you and suddenly your mind goes blank?

Have you ever wanted to confront someone so badly, you have a whole speech prepared, but when you stand in front of this person you are shaking in your boots?

Have you ever realized that some people just completely terrify you?

That is exactly what Quinn feels in the moment she turns around to face Rachel. Rachel looks only mildly surprised by Quinn's presence which is surprising in itself.

Quinn is shaking in her boots, almost literally, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she is soaked to the bone.

Quinn's mind is completely blank. If someone were to ask her what her name is she honestly wouldn't know.

All she can focus on is the brunette in front of her. Her big brown eyes, her long wavy hair. The slight smile on her lips. Her dressing habits have changed since high school, not that she minded her attire back then. Everything about her is beautiful, if anything she has aged with grace.

Her mouth is moving and all Quinn can concentrate on are the curve of her lips, and the movement of her tongue. And wonder how she might taste. It's then that she realizes Rachel is talking.

"Um what?" Quinn asks dumbly, she has never felt less like herself. Even Rachel looks a bit confused by how strange Quinn is acting. Why hasn't she hugged her? Congratulated her on her success? Or at the very least say hi?

"I asked if you were alright." Rachel speaks slowly, perhaps wondering if Quinn has lost a few brain cells while attending Yale.

"I'm uh- I- You look- Radio-hmm." She stumbles over her words with the many thoughts that enter her brain. Rachel smiles again, not used to this flustered side of Quinn. The blonde has always been known for being confident, but now? She feels like a kindergartner who has wet themselves in front of their class.

"What did you to her?" Rachel asks her friends with a slight smile on her face.

"Nothing. She was like this when I got here." Santana defends.

"Well except for her little speech." Blaine says carefully. Quinn's eyes widen.

"There is also a very distinct red mark that is shaped like Santana's hand on her cheek." Rachel accuses, Santana steps back slightly.

"You- you heard that?" Quinn asks quietly. Rachel nods slowly the smile still very much in place. She looks at Quinn expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate.

"How much of it?" Quinn asks instead.

"I caught something about millions of excuses." Rachel lets her know. Quinn internally curses herself. Rachel heard most of it, this is not how she wanted to tell Rachel how she felt.

"Right well- I uh- I came to congratulate you on your success. It's great to see look great." Quinn tells her lamely, then turns to the rest of her friends. "You all do. I'm gonna go now."

"Is this the girl?" Someone pipes in. Quinn just now realizes the radio host has been listening to every word. No one pays him any mind though. Quinn takes off the coat that has been draped over her shoulders, blindly hands it over to Blaine and turns on her heel, making her way towards the exit.

Nothing went according to plan. That's what happens when you don't have a plan, I guess.

Quinn can feel their eyes on her back, she knows she is being cowardly, but what on earth is she supposed to say now?

Hey Rachel! It's been four years. You look great. I love your song. You did great as Fanny. Oh and I'm on love with you. Nice weather huh?

Nope. So what is Quinn going to do?

Do what she does best.

Run from her feelings.

"Are you crazy? Go get her." Quinn thinks she hears Blaine say this, but before she knows it, she has turned a corner and is making her way into the rain. Without her suitcase or her box of memories.

They weren't all that important anyways. She can always buy new memories right? Anything to get her away from the humiliating experience she just went through.

The rain seems to coincide with her feelings, the pouring of the rain feels familiar with the breaking of her heart. It was her chance and yet again, like everything in her life, she managed to fuck it up.

"Quinn!" Someone calls out through the rain.

Her heart stutters at the sound of her name.

"Wait Quinn!" Quinn stops in her tracks and turns to face Rachel. The tiny brunette does not seem to be bothered by the rain. In fact she doesn't seem to care about anything. She looks determined to reach Quinn.

Rachel stops right in front of Quinn, once again looking at her expectantly. Like Quinn is the one who holds all of the cards, but it does not feel that way to the blonde.

"Hi." Quinn greets, a slight smile on her face. Rachel smiles back.

"Hi." Rachel echoes easily, the rain is matting her pretty wavy hair to her face, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"You're here." Rachel goes on, trying to prompt Quinn to continue her rant from earlier.

"I am." Quinn nods. "I heard you on the Radio. And I don't know- I just- I had to see you." Quinn tells her in a rare moment of honesty.

"Why?" Rachel asks, curiosity laces her tone, but she must know why by this point right?

"You know why." Quinn tells her. Rachel shakes her head, water dripping off her face from the movement. She takes a step closer and takes one of Quinn's hands in her own.

"I need you to say it." Rachel urges. Quinn tilts her head at the girl. Is Rachel really that unsure of Quinn's feelings? If Quinn doesn't actually admit to it out loud, Rachel believes she has made it all up in her head.

"I saw you in Funny Girl." Quinn admits instead, these girls are notorious for circling around their feelings for each other, now is no different. Rachel smiles at the change of subject and nods as if she knew as much.

"And Spring Awakening. I know, I saw you." Rachel tells her easily. Now Quinn is even more confused. She did? She's known all this time about Quinn hasn't she?

"Why didn't you say anything?" Quinn asks, taking a tiny step closer to Rachel.

"Why didn't you?" Rachel laughs. In that moment Quinn thinks she may be witnessing the most beautiful sight in the world. Rachel cold and vulnerable, completely soaked, but laughing in the rain. "I've been waiting for you Quinn. I have been for a long time."

Quinn thinks back to all of her run ins with the brunette. How every time she left a conversation with Rachel she always felt like something was missing. Something was left unsaid. Rachel has been waiting for her, she has been waiting for Quinn to openly admit her feelings.

"Are you ready now? Or do I have to wait a little longer, because if you need me to I-" Rachel is cut short.

Instead of Quinn opening her mouth and admitting that she has had feelings for Rachel for as long as she can remember. That Rachel has been in the back of her mind for years, haunting her with what if's, she uses her mouth for something else entirely.

Their lips meet with a sweet taste of victory. And though Rachel is caught off guard for a moment, she is quick to recover. Her hands reach up around the blondes neck, pulling her closer. The last thing Rachel will do is let go now. She holds Quinn close, not wanting the moment to end.

In theory, kissing in the rain is romantic. And for the most part, it is. But it is cold in New York, and soon both of them are shaking in each others arms as their lips move against each other with fervor, making up for lost time.

"Stop sucking face and get out of the cold." Santana interrupts them, holding an umbrella over them. She looks slightly annoyed, though Quinn can guess it's all for show.

Quinn pulls away slowly, a smile stretching wide across her face. Rachel laughs slightly, choosing to hide her face in Quinn's neck.

Rachel takes the lead, winding an arm around Quinn's waist, leading them back towards the radio station.

Santana lags behind trying to keep them dry by holding the umbrella over them.

Quinn hadn't realized she had an audience. Blaine and Kurt watched from just inside the glass doors, both of them seem to be happy with Rachel and Quinn's reunion. They smile brightly and hold each other close. While Robert, the radio host, seems to be jumping with excitement. He just scored the next scoop.

They enter the warm building, Santana looks over deliberately at the radio hosts, full on glaring at the man and utters;

"In case you didn't get the hint- That was all off the record." She says it in such a menacing tone even Quinn wouldn't dare to double cross her, but the only thing she can really concentrate on is the arm around her waist holding her close.

"That was unexpected." Rachel admits to Quinn quietly, though the grip on her waist doesn't waver.

"Maybe to you." Blaine mutters, Quinn swears she can hear Kurt grumble as he hands over a 20 to his husband.

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long." Quinn ignores her friends, her eyes resting on the brown ones in front of her.

"I'm just glad you made it here." Rachel tells her, stepping closer.

"I'm glad I took that cab." Quinn laughs before leaning in to kiss the lips she had dreamed of for years.

The pitter patter of the rain echoes inside the warm building. The warm embrace of finally getting something right comforting her. And the sweet taste of new beginnings on her tongue.

Quinn had truly taken a cab ride home.

Shorter than the others, I know. I hope you all enjoyed it.

Just in time for Faberry week right? I didn't even realize I wrote a fic for day 1: reunion.

I honestly didn't even realize it was Faberry week, yay for happy accidents right?

Let me know what you think. -A