A/N: The girlfriend is the real talent with coming up with certain plots and story lines. I just convert them to Faberry.

Just a word, if you follow and read my stuff, you'd know most (all) of my stories are unfinished. Mostly because I had wanted to make them long without any sort of plan to get there. So before you judge me more and think this is another one that won't finish...it's a short one! I have everything planned from start to finish.

Please review! I know it's short but whatever. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

You would have thought she'd be used to the weather by now but after almost two years, she still cocks her head in confusion when the rain comes pouring down out of nowhere. It was a quiet night in the diner, though what else was she expecting at one in the morning with this downpour.

Rachel Berry was tucked comfortably by the cash register, flipping through an outdated magazine she found in the back. It had been a long week for the aspiring songstress, her classes lately were taking it out of her and the night shifts at the diner were not making it any easier. As she absentmindedly scanned random articles, Rachel heard the overbearing ding of the counter bell screech from behind her.

"Order up!"

She heaved a slight sigh as she put her magazine away and walked towards the kitchen's window.

"Seriously, Noah, there is no need to shout," Rachel says to the diner's cook, who happened to be one of her best friends in the city. "We barely have any customers tonight!" She walked off with the plate of burger and fries in hand, not before hearing the throaty chuckle of her friend.

"Sorry, princess, sometimes the Puckster gets too excited over something to do," came the reply. The brunette set the plate down with a smile before making her way back behind the counter. "Besides, it helps me keep awake in this shit hole! The rain isn't helping either. I could actually fall asleep on a stove I'm so tired."

Rachel let out a soft giggle with a shake of her head as she once again got settled with her magazine. It wasn't long until the bell up front, one that had a much more pleasurable sound than the last one, jingled signaling a customer. Her eyes made their way to the familiar figure of a blonde wrapped up in warm clothes. Well, they were warm but had seemed to slightly dampen from the rain outside. Rachel scrunched her face in confusion at the girl. It was the fourth night in a row she had shown up at around this time of the night. She'd go to the same booth, sit on the same side, and stay for around an hour before getting up and leaving.

Every night, the waitress would serve her a cup of coffee. She just looked so exhausted. But the blonde wouldn't even touch it; she would pay for the cup but had yet to drink a single sip. However tired she looked though, Rachel couldn't deny the obvious beauty the shorthaired woman possessed. She may or may not have had a slight crush on this mystery girl.

Before she could get caught staring, Rachel decided to just continue on with their little routine. Though honestly, being Rachel Barbra Berry, she itching to ask the blonde as to why she was here all the time and why she looked like she went for days without sleep. She picked up a fresh pot and a clean cup, silently placing them in front of said girl.

Rachel tried to establish some sort of eye contact, taking her time pouring the hot drink, but the woman simply stared out the window and ignored her. Acknowledging that she would get nowhere with her customer tonight, Rachel proceeded to mind her own business and settled herself back by the counter.

From her vantage point, the waitress pretended to read her magazine all the while studying the mysterious night visitor. She would see her close her eyes and sigh every once in awhile, stare at the cup of coffee, at the seat in front, out the window again without actually looking.

At this point, Rachel figured she should stop studying her seeing as it was getting pretty creepy. Why am I always fucking staring? She cleared her throat and quietly hummed along to the faint music that blasted through the dated speakers of the diner. About half an hour later, while she was in the middle of a quiz of what type of shopper she is, Rachel noticed the rain had finally died down. The sound of coins clanging on a table and shuffling brought her attention in the direction of the blonde's booth.

She saw the question mark of a character get up from the booth, cup of coffee still full, and make her way to the door. Just as Rachel found the courage to say something along the lines of have a good night, the woman was out and the door was shut behind her.

Letting out a small sigh, she stood to clean up.

"Get her name yet?" Rachel heard from behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Noah Puckerman leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen entryway. Bags under his eyes, mohawk somewhat flat and arms crossed over his chest, he looked at her with knowing eyes and sported a small smirk on his face.

She rolled her own half-heartedly and shook her head indicating the negative to his question. "Why not? She's smoking," he commented. "If you weren't so googly-eyed over her, I'd ask her out myself!"

Rachel smiled and simply shrugged her shoulders in reply, wishing she knew the name of the girl and hoping to see her again tomorrow night.

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And if anyone wants to beta this one, let me know! I hate my writing style.