Author's Notes: To all of you who have commented, alerted, or marked this story as your favorite, you are awesome! You all keep me motivated to keep this story going!

Finally, we have a Faberry reunion! I hope you all like it! Next chapter will be some more Faberry, and then them starting on their journey back to Lima.

Lastly, I still do not own Glee or Chernobyl Diaries, so do not sue me. All I own are my characters Hunter, Daniel, Sophia, and Thomas.

Monday November 12th -

Luckily, the drive from New Haven to New York City is no longer than an hour and a half, and since there weren't exactly any people driving on the highway, Quinn didn't exactly have to worry about traffic. She was three days late. Three days. It took all the willpower Quinn had to try and not think of everything that could've happened to Rachel. The thought of her perhaps getting bitten was too much for her to handle. All the blonde kept asking herself was, "Could I kill Rachel if I saw that had been infected and take her out of her misery?" The logical answer to that question would've been yes. It wouldn't be like she killed Rachel because the brunette would no longer be the girl that Quinn cared for. Her brain was screaming the answer as loud as it could, but her heart was a treacherous traitor.

As she thought back on it all, Quinn had no idea when she had become so dependent on the other girl. All she knew was that whenever the blonde was at her worst and needed someone, Rachel was always the one who was there to put the pieces back together. The amount of times this happened was actually emotionally exhausting just to think about. Everything from letting out the secret of the paternity of her child to being the first person that saw her as something more than just a beautiful face was due to Rachel Berry. The forgiving, kind, and stunning Rachel Berry. How had Quinn ever seen her as anything less? Was it jealousy, fear, or having grown up in a repressive household for the majority of her life? If Quinn was honest with herself, it was probably a mixture of everything, but now, all the blonde wanted was another chance to hear Rachel talk a mile a minute about anything. There was so much that she hasn't told the diva, and she would be damned if Rachel had been taken away from her before she got the chance. That is why she believed that the petite singer had somehow found a way to survive this. Rachel always had a plan, and Quinn was hoping that she somehow had a plan for this.

At six in the morning, Quinn drove past the sign that greeted her into New York and was relieved that things so far were going smoothly. Driving over the Manhattan Bridge was a bit of a hassle since there were cars stranded along the road, but with some maneuvering, Quinn made it across. When she got her first glimpse at Manhattan, the blonde's eyes widened significantly. The city of bright lights and opportunity didn't look anything like she remembered from junior year. There was debris everywhere, broken glass along the streets, abandoned stores, and people laying face down on sidewalks with bullet wounds being their cause of death. As morbid as it was, the sight of the dead gave Quinn hope. It gave her hope that there were other survivors who hadn't been infected yet, and that made her hope that maybe Rachel was one of them. Even though she couldn't imagine Rachel Berry in her animal sweaters or sinfully short skirts firing a gun, Quinn knew that if there was anyone who could adapt in a crisis, it was the brunette. Plus, Quinn doubts that anyone would've imagined her shooting a Berretta in one of her sun dresses either.

For some reason that she couldn't explain, Quinn's instincts were telling her to drive to Grand Central Station. That was where she was supposed to meet Rachel three days ago, and the former cheerleader knew that the likelihood of the other girl being there now was slim to none, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was supposed to go there. With a shrug of her shoulders, Quinn followed the signs throughout the city that led her towards her destination. It wasn't like she knew another starting point anyway. At least if nothing else, she could get a map.

Less than two miles away from Grand Central Station was Rachel Berry. Last night Rachel had decided that she would leave for Lima come the morning. She couldn't wait any longer. Not hearing from her fathers was driving the girl completely insane, as was being on her own. It's been four days since the outbreak, and Rachel hasn't heard from anyone. As much as she tried to keep her mind busy, her thoughts always seemed to go back to a certain blonde. It was as if her mind had a teeter totter as to which thought it would switch back and forth from. Whenever she wasn't internally panicking and worrying about her fathers, her mind was on Quinn and vice versa. It was rather mentally exhausting, and it didn't help that Rachel seemed to have conveniently develop a sleeping problem as well.

Whenever the young girl would close her eyes at night to try and get at least a few hours of rest, her imagination would decide to have a field day with every worst case scenario imaginable. The nightmares would alter from her fathers being attacked to Quinn, and even some other members of the New Directions. One of the worst nightmares that caused Rachel to wake up in a cold sweat was the one where Barbra herself had been the one to infect her daddy Hiram. As creepy as it was, Don't Rain On My Parade was also playing in the background of her subconscious. Needless to say, a good nights sleep has been hard to come by.

At five thirty in the morning, Rachel's alarm went off to alert her that it was time to move. It appeared as if the infected still needed to rejuvenate at some times during the day, so she decided that it would be wisest to leave in the hours of the early morning. After swinging her legs over the side of her bed and sighing at another failed attempt to get some sleep, Rachel stood up, stretched out he muscles, and then walked over to her desk to grab the checklist of necessities for her to pack before her departure. As a yawn left her mouth, she walked over to the black duffle bag that she had gotten from the hunting store and proceeded to go through her checklist one last time. Ammunition, check, arrows, check, blanket, check, four pairs of pants, check, shirts, check, maps, check, and lastly food, check. Everything seemed to be in order, which meant that now all Rachel had to was get herself ready and leave.

She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and just let her hair dry into it's natural wavy state. Honestly, she did not see any need for make up or straightening her hair when there was a possible apocalypse occurring. If anyone that she came across decided to care about her appearance at a time like this, well, she would be concerned for their mental health. The outfit that she decided to go with was her black cargo pants, long sleeved under armour shirt, and then a jacket over it to complete the ensemble. Slipping on a pair of boots that she had managed to scrounge up as well as putting on her gun holster, and Rachel was ready to leave her dorm room by six am.

Rachel, first grabbed her duffle bag and slung it over her shoulder, before grabbing the carrier that held some of her arrows and slinging it over as well. When she walked towards her door to leave, Rachel turned around and took one last look at her dorm room. Her leaving in that moment was just her embarking on an incredibly dangerous journey to Lima alone, but it was also a metaphor for her walking away from her dreams. There was no more Broadway, no more NYADA, and no more looking forward to seeing her name in bright lights. That Rachel Berry was gone and replaced by a Rachel whose dream was now to survive and find as many people that she held dear alive as she could. After allowing one last tear to fall for the dream that died before it even began, Rachel turned around, opened her door, and walked out into the dangerous New York City streets without looking back.

When she stepped outside and felt the chilly and clear fall breeze against her cheek and neck, a thought popped into Rachel's mind. Her sixth sense was telling her to go and check Grand Central Station one time for Quinn. Even though that Rachel knew that it was most likely improbable, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe her friend had made it to New York City. Afterall, Quinn wouldn't know where Rachel's dorm was, and if she made it, she would then most likely try and find refuge within the large station. Logistics said that the probability of this happening was slim to none, but that didn't mean that it was entirely impossible which was enough of a reason for Rachel to start walking in the direction of the iconic Grand Central Station.

Quinn parked her car in front of the gorgeous building and sat there in awe for a moment. The front of the building was beautiful with it's large pillars and incredible antique looking clock on the very top. Even though Quinn could see the obvious external beauty of the building, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the terror that more than likely awaited her inside. Once she took a few breaths to collect herself, Quinn's eyes snapped open. She turned off the ignition, took out the keys, grabbed her Heckler & Koch MP5A2 off of her passenger seat, and opened her driver's side door. Right after her boot covered feet touched the pavement below her, she closed her door and began walking up the stairs towards the main entrance.

She quietly pushed open the glass door and began to walk forward slowly. Her gun was always at the ready in case of anything. The infected were much more sneaky than she originally gave them credit for, but ever since her early encounters with them, she refused to ever be caught off guard again. It wasn't long before she entered the main lobby, and her eyes took a moment to try and take it all in. Everything from the four face brass clock to the amazing sky ceiling was breath taking. The moment of tranquility was short lived when out of the corner of her eye Quinn saw something move near the train main gates. She turned towards the movement and began walking forward, and within seconds of her entering the main area, there were at least ten infected waiting for her. "Shit," Quinn thought to herself, but immediately stopped herself from panicking. She had the guns, and they did not. All they had was their oddly morphed speed and cross bites which in retrospect were nothing in comparison to the speed and fatality of a bullet. With a smirk on her face, Quinn took aim and fired a shot right into the head of a middle aged infected woman. The smirk was quickly wiped off of her face though when she heard how loud the echo of her shot was in the building. As she continued taking aim and taking down the threats around her, all she could do was pray that a hoard wasn't on their way because of all the noise.

While Quinn was inside dealing with what could potentially be quite the major problem, Rachel was just approaching the main stairs of Grand Central. So far her theory about there being less infected activity during the early hours of the day was proving to be true since she had made it the entire way so far without incident. Just as she was beginning to applaud herself for her clever thinking, she heard what sounded like a gun shot coming from the very place she was heading towards. Her fist immediately tightened around her bow, and for a moment she considered the pros and cons of entering the building. Rachel knew that the loud noise from the gun would attract more of the infected which was clearly a con, but if her theory was correct and Quinn was in that building, then it became a no contest. Without a second thought, Rachel ran up the stairs and quietly entered through the main doors. After entering the building, she saw a swarm of the infected going towards whomever was doing the shooting. Rachel quickly reached onto her shoulder and grabbed one of her arrows. She was instantly calmed when she saw the feather tip in fingers, and then put her arrow in position. Quickly taking aim, Rachel pulled the string back until it was as tight as it could be and then released. Her shot hit an infected perfectly in the back of the head, and with that her confidence grew.

Quinn noticed that some of the diseased people were falling on the floor, but she heard no gunshots and couldn't exactly move her line of vision to see if there was someone else with her. Just as Quinn took out a kid that couldn't be more than sixteen years old in front of her, she saw two more infected coming towards her at the same pace on her right. She immediately took care of one of them, but just as she was going to move to the other, she felt a breeze of win pass by her cheek and then saw an arrow go right in between the eyes of the second infected. Quinn's back was to whomever just saved her life, so at that point she turned around and couldn't believe what she saw. Right in front of her was Rachel freaking Berry acting like she was Robin Hood.

Rachel was doing good work of taking down the swarm of infected and decreasing their numbers. So far she had eliminated six of them, and whomever she was working with had killed at least a dozen or so. After she handled some of the ones that decided to acknowledge her presence and come towards her, she looked up and saw that two of them were approaching the blonde haired woman. "So that is the shooter," Rachel thought to herself. The brunette didn't even have time to think about the fact that the woman had a striking resemblance to the very girl she had entered that building looking for. At that moment, she needed to fire and pray that the woman didn't move her head in the slightest or else the ending of this story will be changed quite drastically. Rachel held her breath the moment the arrow left her bow and only released it when she saw the body of her intended target fall to the ground. When the blonde woman turned towards her, Rachel's breath caught in her throat. "Quinn?" Rachel spoke knowing that it wasn't at all loud enough for the other woman to hear. She took steps forward towards the woman who appeared to be exactly who she was looking for and noticed that the blonde was taking steps towards her as well. When they met in the middle, Rachel's eyes welled up with tears, but she still refused to believe in the image before her. She needed confirmation. "Quinn, is it really you?"

Quinn herself wasn't fairing much better than Rachel. Yes, finding the brunette is exactly what she set out to do, but never did she think that she would find a Rachel Berry clad in cargo pants welding a bow and carrying pistols on her waist. Her body's immediate reaction was to be turned on by the sight in front of her, but her mind snapped it out of its reverie quickly when she noticed the petite body making steps towards her. Quinn too took strides towards the woman and when they were right in front of each other, the former HBIC heard Rachel speak. The voice brought an immediate smile to her face, and she nodded in response to her question. "It's me Rae." In the blind of an eye, Quinn found herself with arms full of Rachel Berry. After a moment to get over the shock of her personal space being invaded, Quinn encircled her own arms over the small yet firm shoulders and rested her head on top of Rachel's.

After about a minute, Rachel disentangled herself from Quinn and looked up at her with one of her signature mega watt smiles. "I'm…" Her sentence was cut short with the sound of a bang. "Oh dear Barbra, what now?" At any other moment, Quinn would've giggled at the phrase that only Rachel Berry could make work, but right then, she was more concerned about the swarm of twenty or so infected making their way towards them from the west. As they looked towards the exit, there was a little bit smaller group making it's way up the stairs and towards the entrance. Quinn knew that as soon as they got to her car, they would be scot-free, so she began walking towards the entrance. Her Heckler & Koch MP5A2 was out of bullets, so she slung it back over her arm and pulled out her two Colt 911A1 .45 ACPs. "Follow me, Rae. I can get us out of here."

Without even a word of question or debate, which was shocking for the typically verbose Rachel Berry, the brunette followed the blonde's lead. As they walked back towards the entrance doors, Rachel took out another arrow and put it in place. Quinn looked back over her shoulder towards the diva, "Are you ready?" Rachel gave a small laugh and responded with, "As ready as I am going to be, Quinn." Satisfied with her answer, Quinn pushed open the door and immediately began firing. She walked down the stairs a bit to get in closer range for her shots while Rachel stayed at the top of the stairs and used the height to her advantage. The two girls made a very good team together. Rachel's archery skills allowed her to act like a sniper in some ways and take out the infected that were at the back of the pack, while Quinn handled the ones in the front. Just as Rachel loaded another arrow in and pulled the string back to fire, she heard the main doors behind her open. In the blink of an eye she pivoted on her back left foot and fired at the infected that was less than a foot away from her.

Quinn heard the noise as well, and after firing at the last threat on the lower level of the stairs, she called out to Rachel. "Rae, come on! Forget about them and let's get out of here!" Realizing that she was indeed only left with ten arrows that were easily accessible, Rachel concluded that retreating was in fact the best road to take. She fired one last arrow at the closest threat to her before turning and running down the stairs towards the blonde. Quinn immediately got out her keys, ran to her Jeep, and unlocked the doors. Rachel reached the Jeep only about thirty seconds after Quinn did and wasted no time getting into the vehicle. Once Rachel was safely inside, Quinn locked the doors, turned on the ignition, and peeled out of there.

After they were far enough out of harm's way, Quinn slowed the car down and allowed herself to catch her breath. Rachel also took the time to remove her satchel and duffle from her back before buckling her seatbelt. "Seatbelt Quinn." Quinn didn't miss a beat and playfully rolled her eyes at the brunette while doing as she was instructed. "Only you would worry about seatbelts during a time like this." As expected, Rachel wasted no time in relaying her counterargument. "Quinn, it seems rather silly for us to survive all the other dangers facing us during this moment in time yet not taking the most simplest of precautions." All Quinn responded with was a smile that threatened to split her face in half. Right when Rachel was going to ask what the smile was for, Quinn broke the brief silence. "I missed you Rae. I'm just… I'm just glad you're okay." Rachel returned the smile and for once found that three words were enough to convey everything that she was feeling in that moment. "Me too, Quinn. Me too."