A/N: Disclaimer! As I don't own the characters or even the plot really. This was just something I wanted to put out there because I really liked the movie and I really like Faberry. So...read and review, please!
"My theory is that there are moments of impact and high intensity that end up defining who we are."
It was a chilly night in the city of New York, the snow had been falling abundantly for most of the evening, effectively burying most of the road in thick sheets of ice. Despite the torturous weather, a certain couple found themselves in the movie cinema at one of the worst movies they had ever seen. Through out most of the film, they were making fun and criticizing the plot and acting skills. Once it had ended, the pair found themselves still snickering upon exiting the doors of the movie theater.
"The music itself was absolutely atrocious!" Exclaimed the shorter one as the two made their way to the car. The blonde laughs at this with a shake of her head, her short hair tousling along.
"Only you," she mutters but the woman didn't hear her from practically galloping to the car.
"Quinn! Hurry up, I'm so cold!"
Once they shuffled into their car, they continued to rub their hands and arms to try and keep warm.
"Oh god, my hands are freezing! They feel numb!" Rachel whines and brings her hands to Quinn's face. The blonde smiles with amusement and cups them. Whoa, they really were cold. She brought the smaller pair of hands closer to her mouth and blew into them, surrounding her fingers with the warmth of her breath. Quinn's hazel eyes looks up to see chocolate brown ones staring right back at her. She kisses the hands encompassed in her own, smiling at the sight of their wedding bands.
"Better?" She asks her wife. She gets an enthusiastic nod in reply. "Feel like some vegan hot chocolate?"
"Don't I always?" Was the answer before Rachel put the car in drive.
This cafe was really a godsend to the two, not even a joke. It was small, quaint and perfect. Not to mention vegan, and so for Rachel too, it was absolutely lovely. Although, those were not the only reasons why the couple held this place so dearly to their hearts. Their first date, however awkward at the beginning, went well because of this cafe.
"Good God, I burnt my tongue again!"
"Every single time," commented the blonde. It was true. They came here so often and every time they do indulge themselves in the hot beverage, Rachel had managed to leave with a tongue a little more sensitive than usual.
After their drinks, the duo found themselves at a red light on the way home.
"They make these lights go on for way too long, it's ridiculous," the brunette complained from the driver's side.
"You, my darling, are just a hard woman to please," joked Quinn. Rachel turned in her seat slightly, a playful smile on her face but something much more like mischief tainted her eyes.
"Not when it comes to you," she replied huskily as she went back and continued looking straight ahead to wait for the green light. Quinn just about gave herself whiplash with how fast her neck moved but a naughty smirk graced her lips, she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to the brunette's side.
"Quinn," Rachel's voice trembled, "what are you doing?" Her voice had started trembling slightly once her wife's hand made its way up her thigh.
"What's it look like, wifey?
Before Rachel could supply an answer, she heard the screeching of tires against the icy roads. The sound was all too loud and too fast to be deemed harmless and before they knew it, the car jerked forward.
She heard a glass shatter but before she could see anything, her world went black.
"Each of us is the sum total of every moment we've experienced and every person we've know."
She could hear the beeping, all kinds of beeping actually and it was making her head feel even worse. She could feel something in her mouth, something resembling a tube which was probably to help her oxygen intake.
Okay, Rachel. Time to open your eyes.
It had taken a lot more out of her than she'd care to admit but she could feel herself slowly getting there. The stream of lights of the emergency room was blinding her. Oh dear God, it's like staring at the sun through binoculars. What happened to me?
"Mrs. Fabray," addresses a nurse to her side. "Mrs. Fabray can you hear me?" That's when it hit her. It hit her like a massive truck skidding on the road coming at her with an unforgiving speed.
"Quinn," she croaked out, "Where's Quinn?"
"Mrs Fabray, your wife is right here, we're trying our very best to get you two completely stable."
"Is she- is she okay?" But before she could hear her answer, Rachel slipped back into unconsciousness.
It felt like forever until Quinn finally opened her eyes. The amount of relief Rachel felt once she saw those hazel eyes was overwhelming. It's been a couple weeks since the accident and Rachel came out with bumps and bruises compared to Quinn.
The brunette was standing at the foot of the bed with Quinn's doctor on her side.
"Quinn?" The doctor started.
"Wha-?" Quinn asks looking at the two figures in front of her. She had a couple scars on the right side of her temple but her face still took the shorter girl's breath away. But right now the blonde looked so lost and all Rachel wanted to do was take her into her arms and bring her home.
"You were in a car accident, Quinn. Do you know where you are?" Despite the deep confusion she obviously felt, Quinn answered.
"I'm in a hospital."
"Yes, you are. What's your full name, Quinn?"
"Lucy Quinn Fabray."
"Good, this is a good sign."
Rachel takes this time to speak up, with a quiet voice she says, "It's really good to see you." The blonde looks skeptically at her, an awkward and nervous smile on her face which actually looked more like a grimace.
She felt the doctor starting to walk away and Quinn was staring at her for a moment, as if studying Rachel's face. "Doc, was anyone else hurt?" The question, or rather the addressing of it, confused Rachel. The feeling of dread slowly starting to seep in, so she turned to the woman next to her in question before giving her attention back to Quinn.
The brunette had to ask, "Y-you know who I am, right?"
"Well, yeah."
"Okay, good," she knew it would be okay but she couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved.
"You're my doctor."
"Moments define who we are. What if one day you could no longer remember any of them?"
A/N: I hope that didn't go too horribly. My writing that is. I'm not very good at it really but I felt the need to put pen to paper...or type it out. Tell me how you found it? I need the feedback.