So this are all one shots based on a Taylor Swift song, as you could read in the summary ;)

For some songs I already have ideas, but I'm open for prompts.

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For those who have me on author alert, I know what you thinking: 'It is alive :O'

I'm just in a busy period right now, and when I try to write on my ongoing stories a massive writersblock comes on. But I keep faith that I will finish them one day :p

Pairing: Faberry

I made some changes in the lyrics to fit the story better.

Our song

She was riding shotgun with her hair undone
In the front seat of my car
I got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on her heart

"Rachel is there a point behind this?" Quinn didn't mean to sound annoyed, but she couldn't help it. If a Monday morning, with an extremely early morning cheerios practice wasn't bad enough as it was. Then add her loving, but obsessive girlfriend to it, who kept playing different songs and asking her opinion on every single one of them, any one would get annoyed. The pout on Rachel's face made her curse herself. Now she would spending the day making it up, just great.

"Quinn, this is of the uppermost importance. We must find a song that expresses who we are, that we both like. It took me quite some time to bring it back to those last twenty, and I look your opinion on them."

"And you know I love that you always do everything for 100%. But why are you finding such a song. I don't remember Mr. Schue giving such an assignment."

She looks around, turn the radio down
I say, Baby is something wrong?
She says, Nothing I was just thinking
How we don't have a song?

"It's not for glee, you silly. I'm trying to find our song. I was just thinking yesterday that we don't have a song. And you do you know how important it is to have a song as couple. Couples with an own song have 35% more change to last, than couples who don't."

"Okay. I'll help you find our song. But not on Monday morning on this ridiculous time." Quinn gave in, she wasn't afraid that they would break up without a song. But not giving Rachel a song when she specifically asked for it, that could really hurt their relationship.

"I love this time of the morning. If I wasn't joining you to school, I would be on my elliptical right now." The diva happily said. Quinn grunted, why did her girl have to be such a morning person.

I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away

During the rest of the day Rachel kept approaching Quinn with a list of songs, that could be suitable as their song. Not only did the list kept changing every time Rachel presented it. She also insisted that Quinn listened to each song that instant so they could discuss the pro's and con's.

"Please hide me," Quinn whispered to Santana, when she saw her girlfriend approach her with a big smile and another list in her hand.

"Trouble in paradise," Santana commented, before waving to get Rachel's attention. The diva came straight to the duo.

"I hate you," Quinn whispered as her girlfriend approached.

"Me too," the latina responded, before leaving the two lovebirds alone.

"Hey sweetheart, Quinn greeted Rachel with a kiss. Secretly hoping the smaller girl would forget all about her list. But luck was definitely not her side this day.

"Quinn, where at school," Rachel scolded her girlfriend, with a big smile on her face. "Anyways I've been able to bring it back to ten songs." Quinn cringed inwardly, while looking over the list.

"There isn't one song on here that you let me hear this morning."

"Well I didn't think they suited us that well after all. But if you've time I would like your opinion on them. Number 6 for instance, all though I like the lyrics, I'm not sure this upbeat song really is us." Quinn silenced Rachel once again with a kiss. "Quinn, school." Rachel hissed once again. "If you're not going to take this serious, I'll go to the auditorium." Quinn watched the diva turn around and stamp off. She really screwed this up.

Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said

Rachel knew she overreacted a bit when she had stormed off to the auditorium. She just put so much thought in the songs she picked. Was it too much to ask of Quinn to put in the same time. She knew she could be obsessive, but the importance of an own song, was worth obsessing over.

After her last class she went to her locker, where she saw only Tina. Which was weird, since Quinn always waited for her here. "Hey Rachel, Quinn asked if I could give you a ride home. She had to take care of something." The car ride was silent for the most part, which was weird, considering Rachel mostly talked a lot. "Are you and Quinn okay?" Tina asked when Rachel opened the door.

"I don't know," Rachel sighed. Maybe Quinn had cold feet with the mentioning of a song, maybe it made it all to real again. "Thanks for the ride." A little depressed Rachel entered her home. She didn't notice that the door wasn't locked anymore, even when both of her fathers were still at work. She dropped her bag and went straight to her room. She fell face down on her bed, without even looking at her surroundings. A soft chuckle made her look up. There was a bouquet of roses on her desk, and Quinn was standing behind the door.

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

"You're such a drama queen sometimes." Before Rachel could interrupt, Quinn held up her hand. "I'm sorry I wasn't enthusiastic of the song suggestions. I will help you 100% from now on. Am I forgiven?"

"Of course Quinn, I probably came on a bit strong." Quinn took that as an invite to lay on the bed with the diva, cuddling.

"Let's just listen to the radio and wait for a song we both like, okay?" The diva agreed, but after less than five minutes the radio was long forgotten, as they found more interesting activity to do on a bed in an empty house.

It was a few days later, when Quinn stood fiddling in front of the glee club. She had told Rachel that she had found their song, that really described them. She just hoped the diva would like it. The country music started playing and she saw Rachel looking confused. This song was probably not one of those many lists she made. Quinn started singing, making a few adjustments to the song.

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on her window
When we're on the phone and she talks real slow
'Cause it's late and her dad don't know

Our song is the way she laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

She was riding shotgun with her hair undone
In the front seat of my car
She grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And she wrote down our song

At the end of the song Rachel forget her own no PDA at school rule, when she kissed Quinn. "This song is perfect. I don't know why I didn't thought of it before. Of course country isn't really a style either of us listens, but still I should've …." Nobody figured out what Rachel should've, when Quinn silenced her once again with a kiss.

The End