LbN: Written for Faberry Week on Tumblr. Prompt: Reunion
Rachel stood looking up at the plane schedule. Flight 4939A from London Heathrow – she'd been there two hours early and had watched it (and all the other Heathrow flights) slowly move to the top of the list. It had come in nearly thirty minutes ago, so where was Quinn? They'd only been dating a month before the blonde had left for her study abroad semester – six months with only Skype and letters. To say that Rachel was a little anxious to see her would be an understatement of epic proportions. She wrapped her coat more tightly around her and looked around at the Christmas decorations. Maybe she could go shop in the airport stores to take her mind off waiting. Watching all the happy couples running into each other's arms was giving her not so much twinges as stabs of jealousy.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt arms wrap around her middle from behind. Then she felt the familiar lips press against her neck and smelled the honey and berry shampoo.
"Quinn," she breathed, turning around to hug her.
"Hey there, Broadway star," she said, holding her tightly.
"Where did you come from?" Rachel asked, confused. "I've been standing here the whole time – I didn't see you come out."
"That's because this is the regular exit," Quinn said, and then pointed at a heavy looking door a few yards off. "That's where you come through customs. And I had a shit ton of stuff to declare, so it took a while."
Rachel smiled brightly and hugged her again. "Well, I'm glad you're back," she said, kissing her ear. "Do I detect a bit of an accent, Miss Fabray?"
Quinn grinned and shook her head. "Wishful thinking, Miss Berry."
There was no way in hell they were taking the subway with all of Quinn's crap, so Rachel hailed a cab when they got outside. Once they were snuggled in the back and had given the driver the address, Rachel was all questions.
"So give me details!" she said.
"Baby, we Skyped like every night," Quinn said, still smiling. "You know what happened."
"Yeah, but I want a big picture recap. Was it all Powerful Parliament Intern during the day, sauced soccer hooligan at night?"
"I believe the word you're searching for is 'football' and no. I mean, the internship was cool – I learned a lot – but I wasn't exactly in the midst of huge world changing decisions and moments. It was mostly going over unimportant contracts with my supervisor. But I got to travel a lot, and yes, I brought you back stuff from Greece."
Rachel squealed, like literally squealed.
When they reached the apartment, Rachel started to ask more questions but was cut off by Quinn's lips on hers.
"Talking later," the blonde said in a low voice, unzipping Rachel's hoodie. "Presents later. Right now we're catching up on six months of making out."
There was a noise like two plungers coming apart and both girls jumped and turned toward the couch. Two disheveled heads peeked up over the side at them.
"Hey Quinn," Dani said. "Welcome back."
"Q, you and the hobbit can proceed to the bedroom now. We figured you'd want the room, so we commandeered the couch. Move it, you're interrupting my mack time."
Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled a stunned Quinn after her to the room. "You get used to it," she said, pushing Quinn onto the bed and climbing on top of her. "I'm glad you're back," she whispered, and leaned in for a kiss.