A/N: Written for Faberry Week Redux- Day 1: "Reunion". *Also, triggers of some sort are alluded to within this unbetaed drabble. I apologize.* More notes below.


Quinn was vaguely aware of moisture on her face, and children... not children, her children, who were much too old now to be called children, crying. She could almost hear an even tone, and shouting, but it was too hard to hold onto that. She was tired. It'd been much too long, and she just wanted to rest.

Would she finally be able to rest? She hoped so.

Her eyes slipped closed...

...

"Quinn."

The voice was familiar, but she hadn't heard it in so many years... there was no way that she would be–

"Quinn, open your eyes."

Her eyes popped open, before she immediately brought an arm up to block the brightness that had not been there moments before. As her eyes adjusted and her arm fell to her side, she found herself in an endless meadow of tall, green grass. Large, white clouds, blown by the soft, warm wind of early summer that ruffled the grass, lazily traversed a brilliantly cerulean sky. A woman with a familiar face, dark brown hair, and a simple white dress stood in front of her, soft, almost apologetic smile on her face. Quinn blinked away her surprise, before sighing in understanding.

"Hello, Rachel."

"Hello, Quinn," Rachel smiled softly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Quinn smiled sadly, and nodded. "It's been much too long. I've missed you, baby..." The other woman held out her hand for Quinn to take, and when Quinn reached out and saw her hand, wrinkled and speckled with age, she shrank back almost instantly.

"What's wrong, Quinn?" Rachel stood patiently, hand outstretched, eyes gleaming with an unfathomable warmth and understanding.

"I'm... old." She brushed a loose strand of her white hair behind of her ear, and grimaced.

"Oh, honey," Rachel stepped forward, pulling Quinn into a strong hug. Quinn sighed shakily, releasing something she hadn't known she had held in for years upon years. "You're still the most prettiest woman I've met."

Quinn pulled away, shaking her head. "Not like this."

"Even like this." Rachel stroked Quinn's cheek, and Quinn leaned into the touch, eyes closing. "Especially like this."

"Liar." But Quinn smiled anyway, and could feel her smile lines crinkle, as they were wont to do.

As she extracted herself from the embrace, Rachel laced their fingers together, smirking. "Now, would you come with me? There's a picnic basket over on the other side of this hill that's just waiting to be opened."

Quinn laughed, allowing herself to be pulled up the hill. "Seriously?"

Rachel nodded, and her eyes suddenly darkened with a sadness Quinn didn't understand. "I even brought cookies."

fin


A/N2: Yes I know it's been forever. It'll probably keep being forever, because I'm a horrible person. I apologize for that, but I *am* working on stuff, I swear. Just... really slowly. Also, to the people I promised, I know I said I'd never do it again, but I'm a horrible person who is mildly sadistic and masochistic sooooooooooooo *hides*

A/N3: This can be seen as a sequel to The Sound of Silence. I wrote it as both a stand-alone piece, but added some allusions to the aforementioned story in post...