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Chapter 26 – We Went For A Ride, Part 2

Rachel drove down the interstate, fighting the urge to put her foot down and go faster. Thanks to Brittany's insistence on going to the zoo, they had gotten a much later start than Rachel had anticipated. She tried hurrying the blonde along, but it was impossible when the girl wanted to stop at every exhibit, and Santana glowered at her every time she opened her mouth to say something. Rachel mostly gave up trying to get out of the city at a reasonable hour, but she did put her foot down when Brittany tried to stay at the tiger exhibit for thirty minutes, wanting the cats to come closer.

"I have to pee," Brittany suddenly stated.

Rachel closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. "We will be in New Haven in twenty minutes; do you think you can wait that long, Brittany?"

"I don't know," Brittany replied

Rachel sighed quietly, knowing what that meant. "We'll stop at the next exit."

Quinn reached over, giving Rachel's leg a squeeze, and the brunette turned to smile at her girlfriend. Rachel was completely aware that she was high strung, but Quinn seemed to be able to calm her like no one else ever had. The blonde was always patient with her and didn't make her feel bad for her personality. Normally she would have been angry if anyone had done what Quinn did, but she wasn't even mad with the other girl for shredding her itinerary—well, not for more than a few seconds, anyway.

The next exit was coming up, so Rachel put on her turn signal and reduced her speed, taking the exit. She turned left toward the first gas station she saw and as soon as the car pulled in and came to a stop, Brittany had thrown the door open. Santana got out as well, but far less quickly; Kurt and Blaine got out, stretching, and Quinn looked at Rachel.

"Come on." Quinn nodded toward the gas station and gave Rachel a small smile.

Rachel opened the door, stepping out of the car just as Quinn walked around to join her. The blonde reached out, entwining their fingers together, and tugging Rachel, indicating that she wanted her to follow. Rachel did as Quinn wanted, without question, and started walking, hand-in-hand toward the sidewalk. She looked over her shoulder, worried that the keys were still in her fathers' minivan, but the rest of their friends were just inside, so she hoped it would be okay.

"May I ask where we are going?" Rachel asked, looking toward Quinn.

"I just thought we could use a walk," Quinn said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Okay," Rachel said, falling silent again, simply happy to be walking with her girlfriend.

She loved that they could have moments like this—moments when she was content and didn't feel the need to fill the silence with conversation. The only other person she had really been able to do that with was Kurt; they could sit in a room, simply enjoying being around one other. Granted that didn't happen very often because they both loved to talk, but it had happened on occasion, and it was never awkward. She wished she could say it had been the same way with Finn, but that was really never the case; for some reason, she always felt like she needed to try to keep the conversation going with him.

They had been walking for a few minutes when Rachel heard Quinn's phone vibrating in her in her pocket. The blonde seemed to be ignoring it, though, so Rachel ignored it as well. Another minute went by and Rachel heard the buzzing again; this time, she looked at Quinn, smiling.

"Are you going to see who that is?" Rachel asked.

"I know who that is," Quinn replied. "It's Santana, asking where we are—except she probably said it in much more colorful terms than that."

"Maybe we should turn around before she comes looking for us," Rachel suggested.

Quinn sighed, but stopped, and then turned around, walking in the direction they had just come from.

Rachel giggled, giving the blonde's hand a squeeze. "You don't seem very excited about going back."

"Are you excited about spending another twenty minutes in the car with Santana?" Quinn asked.

"Touché," Rachel replied. "At least we're almost there, though. Aren't you excited about seeing Yale for the first time?"

"I guess." Quinn shrugged.

"Are you nervous?" Rachel wondered.

"A bit," Quinn admitted. "I think it's a nervous excitement, though. I mean—this is where I'm going to be for a while and I guess I'm just worried. You know—what if I don't like it?"

"Then you will go someplace you do like," Rachel said simply. "I am confident you will love it, though, but if not, I'm sure any school would love to have you. You did get into Yale after all; that's a lot more than most people can say."

Quinn smiled to herself. "You always sound so sure about everything."

"That's because I know I'm right," Rachel said, giving a cheeky smile.

Quinn shook her head, but was smiling widely nevertheless. "Oh look—Santana looks angry."

Rachel looked away from Quinn and toward the gas station; sure enough, the other girl didn't look very happy. "But she's been such a ray of sunshine on this trip."

Quinn threw her head back and laughed; Rachel smiled at the sound, still not quite used to seeing the blonde this relaxed or happy—and definitely not used to being the cause of it.

"Come on," Quinn said, rubbing her thumb along Rachel's hand. "The faster we go, the faster we get this over with."

"Wasn't the walk your idea?" Rachel noted.

"You and your details," Quinn said, shaking her head

Rachel looked around in awe of the place Quinn was going to be spending the next four years of her life. NYADA was impressive, but even Rachel had to admit that Yale was even more impressive than her own school. It was the classic image of a university with its amazing architecture and students walking about campus. She had already walked past two students in a heated discussion about something—she didn't know what they were talking about, but she was pretty sure she heard the word 'existential' said by one of the them. Rachel considered herself to be intelligent, but the students here were on a whole other level.

"Congrats, Q, you managed to pick a school full of people who are even bigger dorks than you," Santana said, smirking as she looked around.

Two girls and a guy were passing by; all three narrowed their eyes at her and Santana cocked her eyebrow, staring back at them. "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Ignore her," Kurt said, waving them on.

"Santana, please," Quinn said, grabbing the other girl's arm , pulling her toward her, and away from the group of students; her cheeks were tinged pink, clearly embarrassed by her friend's behavior. "In case you forgot, I do have to come back here and I don't want people recognizing me as the girl with the rude friend."

Santana got a glint in her eyes and her smirk grew even more. "Well, in that case, Q, why don't I just—"

"San," Brittany interrupted, frowning at her girlfriend.

Santana huffed and turned, walking away as she called over her shoulder, "I can't even have fun anymore."

"She doesn't mean it," Brittany said, watching the other girl go with a look of understanding on her face. "She's kind of sad right now."

"Why is she sad, Brittany," Blaine asked, furrowing his brows in concern.

"She's sad that everyone is going to leave soon," Brittany explained. "We're going to graduate and who knows where any of us will be or if any of us will still be friends. Santana is just afraid everyone will forget her after we graduate and she'll have no friends."

Rachel looked at Quinn, who looked back at her; the brunette put her hand on Brittany's arm and said, "We'll talk to her and hopefully make her feel better, okay?"

Brittany nodded. "I tried to tell her that you guys wouldn't do that, but I don't think she believed me."

"Don't worry about it, Britt," Quinn said, wrapping her arm around her friend. "We'll take care of it."

"Thanks," Brittany said, laying her head on Quinn's shoulder.

"Are you bitches coming?" Santana yelled, standing near the coffee cart that was about ten yards away.

Brittany giggled and skipped over to her girlfriend just as everyone in the vicinity seemed to stop what they were doing and stare at the group; Quinn narrowed her eyes, silently threatening the other girl, but Santana just winked at the blonde. Rachel shook her head as she watched the exchange; sometimes she wondered how those two ever became friends in the first place.

"Yes, she seems so sad," Kurt deadpanned.

"I think Santana is one of those people who mask their true feelings by trying to appear like they don't care," Blaine said, studying the Cheerio. "Being vulgar and snarky is just her defense mechanism because she doesn't want people to know how she truly feels—she doesn't want to feel vulnerable."

"Well, we better get over there before little Miss Vulnerable starts shouting obscenities again," Kurt said, rolling his eyes as he took Blaine's hand and began walking toward Santana.

"What do you think?" Quinn asked, looking at Rachel.

"I think Blaine is probably right about—"

Quinn laughed. "Not about Santana—about Yale."

"Oh!" Rachel said, laughing lightly. "I think it's amazing."

"Yeah?" Quinn asked.

Rachel nodded. "It's beautiful here; the architecture is amazing." Rachel looked around before looking at Quinn and smiling. I think you will fit in perfectly."

"So—you don't think you would mind coming here to visit me, then?" Quinn asked.

"I will be happy to visit you here," Rachel said, putting her hands on Quinn's waist. "It might be nice to get away from the city for the weekend. Of course not every weekend; you'll have to come see me as well, so we can go to all the Broadway shows and you can come with me to see all the things I've been dying to show you. Two days was not nearly enough time for you to see all the things I want you to see."

"I think I can manage that," Quinn said, tucking a lock of hair behind Rachel's ear.

Rachel smiled softly and leaned up on her tippy toes to capture Quinn's lips. The blonde sighed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Rachel's back, and pulled her body closer. Rachel never thought Quinn was much for public displays of affection—at least not with any of the boys she had dated—but the other girl didn't seem to mind anymore. Maybe it was the freedom she felt from not being in Lima at the moment, but Quinn had been extra—and openly—affectionate for the last few days.

"Get a room!" Santana yelled, but Quinn only pulled Rachel closer, which was no easy feat since they were already pressed up against one another. "Okay, seriously, Q, you're going to miss your tour if you don't stop making out with Berry!"

It took a while—seven hours to be exact—but the gang finally made it to Provincetown, Massachusetts. None of them had ever been there before and as they drove into town, they gawked at the number of rainbow flags they saw hanging around. Kurt seemed overjoyed by it and everyone else seemed surprised since no one but Rachel bothered researching where they were going. Rachel, however, was not surprised in the slightest; her fathers had recommended the town to her, figuring she and her friends would enjoy the place.

The six friends wasted no time going to the beach; as soon as their luggage was in their hotel, they were out the door again. Rachel and Quinn were sharing a blanket, lying side by side while Rachel watched her friends. Blaine was playing in the ocean, trying to get Kurt in, but he was too worried about his hair and didn't seem to be giving in anytime soon. She honestly couldn't blame him, though; it was unseasonably warm at the moment, but the water was probably still freezing. To the left of Rachel, quite a bit away, were Santana and Brittany; Brittany was happily building a sandcastle and trying to get her girlfriend to help her, but Santana seemed more interested in sunbathing than playing in the sand.

Rachel smiled when Blaine grabbed Kurt by the arm, dragging him into the water; her friend came up sputtering while Blaine laughed loudly.

"Our friends are insane," Quinn stated.

"They are," Rachel agreed. "They're our friends, though, so what does that say about us?"

"We need better friends," Quinn said, smirking.

Rachel looked at Quinn and leaned over, giving her quick kiss. "You know you love them." Quinn sighed, but didn't deny it. "Do you think we'll ever be able to drag everyone away from the beach to go to dinner?"

"Good luck with Santana," Quinn replied, glancing at the other girl, who seemed to thoroughly be enjoying the sun.

Rachel sighed and laid back down; the other girl was being a complete pain in the ass on this trip and she wasn't ready to argue with her just yet. She wasn't overly hungry at the moment, so she could wait at least another hour before trying to get everyone off the beach.

"Maybe in a while," Rachel said, looking over at Quinn.

The blonde was looking off in the distance and Rachel followed her gaze to a little, blonde girl playing in the sand. She was probably around three or four years old and she was smiling widely at what Rachel assumed was her mother. Rachel looked at Quinn again, who had a slight frown on her face.

"Are you okay?" Rachel asked, putting her hand on Quinn's.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Quinn asked, averting her eyes.

"Do you ever think about her?" Rachel asked, hoping the question wouldn't be upsetting.

"Every day," Quinn whispered.

Rachel bit her lip; it was the first time they had spoken to each other about Beth in any way. It had crossed her mind on more than one occasion if she had done the right thing keeping Shelby away from Lima. At least Puck had the memories of meeting his daughter, but Quinn didn't even have that. At the time she thought it was the right thing to do, but sometimes she wondered if it really was. She managed to keep the Glee club together, but at what cost?

"Have you—" Quinn sighed and shook her head.

"Have I what?" Rachel asked, squeezing the blonde's hand.

"Do you ever talk to Shelby?" Quinn asked.

"She has called a few times and we send the occasional email to one another," Rachel answered. "We don't talk extensively, though."

"Have you seen her?" Quinn asked, and Rachel knew she wasn't talking about Shelby.

"She sent me a picture around the holidays," Rachel replied. "I didn't mention it because—well, I didn't know if you would want to know. Would you like me to show it to you?"

"Maybe later," Quinn mumbled

"Well, the offer is always there; if you would like to see it, just ask," Rachel said, giving Quinn a small smile.

Quinn nodded just as Blaine and Kurt walked over, plopping down in the sand next to them. They were both dripping wet and Kurt was trying to fix his hair so it wasn't sticking up at the sides.

"Did you have fun?" Rachel asked, laughing at Kurt.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, but Blaine tapped him on the shoulder. "Don't let him fool you; he had more fun than he's willing to admit."

Kurt shook his head, but then smiled and laid his head down on Blaine's shoulder. "Is anyone else hungry?"

"Me," Rachel piped up.

"Are you hungry, B?" Quinn called across to the other two girls.

"Sure," Brittany said, jumping up, and knocking her sandcastle over in her excitement.

"The trick is to not ask Santana," Quinn said, smirking. "You know whatever Brittany wants, Santana goes along with."

"And for once we can use that to our advantage," Rachel said, laughing when Santana huffed because Brittany was pulling her up.

After successfully managing to talk Santana out of wearing her bikini to dinner and assuring her that the place had non-vegan food, the six headed to the restaurant Rachel wanted to try. It was a fairly nice, sit-down restaurant, so they were all dressed up and—Rachel hoped, anyway—on their best behavior.

Rachel really had several theories about why Santana was behaving so badly on this trip, but she strongly suspected it was just to see her get flustered. Quinn told her several times a day to relax and Santana would stop because it wouldn't be fun anymore, but that was easier said than done when she was extra high-strung.

By the time they ordered their drinks and were waiting on them, Rachel was wearily eyeing Santana, waiting for the moment she did something else to embarrass them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kurt doing the same thing; when she glanced at him, he raised his eyebrows for a second and Rachel had to laugh. Quinn looked at her curiously, but Rachel just shrugged and smiled at the blonde.

"I want chicken fingers," Brittany announced as she stared at her menu.

"I don't think they have that here, Britt," Quinn said.

Brittany pouted. "Why not?"

"It's not that type of restaurant, hon," Blaine answered.

"Hold on," Rachel said, looking around; when she spotted their waitress, she jumped up and walked over to the young woman. "Excuse me; do you have a kid's menu?" The waitress looked a bit confused, but Rachel just smiled. "One of my friends is sort of picky about what she eats and I think she might be more likely to find something on the kid's menu that she would like to order."

The waitress nodded, now looking amused as she turned around and grabbed another menu from her station. "Here you are."

"Can I have a box of crayons as well?" Rachel asked, spotting them nearby.

"Of course," the waitress said, picking a box up.

"Thank you," Rachel said, giving her another smile, and grabbing the box before walking back to the table to join her friends.

When she walked past Brittany, she set the new menu down in front of her and the blonde smiled up at her and said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Brittany," Rachel replied, sitting down in her seat.

"They have chicken fingers," Brittany happily announced after reading over the menu for only a few seconds.

"I don't understand half of this damn menu," Santana grumbled, glaring at it like it would suddenly make everything clearer to her.

"I wish I had some crayons," Brittany said as she stared of the back of her menu.

Rachel ignored Santana and smiled at the blonde, putting the box on the table. "The waitress gave these to me."

"Awesome," Brittany said, taking the box, and dumping the crayons on the table; she took a minute selecting one, but she eventually grabbed the green crayon and started working the maze on the back of the menu.

"What the hell is a caper?" Santana asked.

Kurt sighed. "They're—"

"Fuck this," Santana interrupted. "Britt, can I see your menu?"

Quinn laughed while Rachel shook her head, fighting off a smile. Her friends were insane, but they were her friends, which is more than she could say for a lot of people. Kurt had been her only constant friend in her life since high school, and Blaine to some extent, but now she was looking at five people she cared greatly for, who also cared about her even if they didn't always act like it.

"Is everything okay?" Quinn finally asked after watching her stare off into space for a few moments.

"Yes, everything is wonderful," Rachel replied, smiling at her girlfriend. "I was just thinking how lucky I am."

"This place sucks," Santana loudly said, drawing people's attention to them.

Rachel sighed. "For the most part, anyway."

Rachel stretched her legs for a moment before bringing them back and wrapping her arms around them. It was chilly out, but the small bonfire was keeping her from completely freezing. She missed Quinn's warmth and kept looking over her shoulder, wondering when the blonde was going to return. She had gone into their hotel to get them something to drink, but it seemed to be taking longer than Rachel had anticipated. Just when she was about to give up on her, though, she heard footsteps approaching.

"What took you so long?" Rachel asked, not bothering to turn around.

"Santana," Quinn replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Here."

"Thanks," Rachel said, taking the bottle of water from Quinn's outstretched hand.

Quinn plopped down in the sand and scooted closer to Rachel, wrapping a blanket around them. Rachel looked at her and smiled, grateful for the extra warmth.

"It's beautiful out here," Rachel said, looking up at the night sky.

"Yeah," Quinn agreed, following Rachel's gaze.

"Do you know what any of the constellations are?" Rachel asked.

Quinn laughed lightly. "No, but when I was little I made up my own names for them. I loved to look out my window at the sky; I begged my father to buy me a book that would tell me about the stars, but he told me I didn't need to fool with useless junk like astronomy." Quinn rolled her eyes. "It didn't stop me from looking at them every night, though."

Rachel smiled. "Do you remember any of your names for them?"

"A few," Quinn replied. "Do you see that one there? I called that one Simon after the cat I had at the time."

"It doesn't look very much like a cat," Rachel noted.

"No, but do any of the constellations look like what they're supposed to be?" Quinn asked.

"Touché," Rachel replied.

"That on there with the triangle on top," Quinn pointed in a completely different part of the sky, "is duck with a party hat on. If you couldn't figure it out, Brittany named that one while we were on a camping trip with the Cheerios our freshman year."

"Coach Sylvester made you camp?" Rachel asked, surprised. "That doesn't seem like an activity she would want her cheerleaders involved in."

"It was less of a camping trip and more of a survival trip," Quinn replied. "She sort of dropped us off in the middle of the woods with only a few supplies and told us that we had to be in the locker room by school the next day or we were off the squad."

"That woman is psychotic," Rachel said, shaking her head.

"Probably," Quinn said, smiling. "Are you too cold?"

"No, I'm fine," Rachel replied, laying her head on the blonde's shoulder, and sighing contentedly.

"We should probably go inside soon," Quinn said, leaning her cheek against Rachel's head. "We have a long drive tomorrow."

"Just a few more minutes," Rachel said, closing her eyes. "I'm quite enjoying being away from Santana."

Quinn laughed. "Will you be happy to be back home?"

"Yes and no," Rachel said, shrugging. "What about you?"

"I don't know—I'm nervous about it," Quinn replied.

"Why are you nervous?" Rachel asked, taking her head off the blonde's shoulder to look at her.

"I'm—I'm going to tell my mother," Quinn replied. "About us. I wanted to tell her before we left because I was afraid she would find out from someone else, but I couldn't make myself do it. Luckily she doesn't really socialize with many people anymore, so I don't think she knows yet. I'm pretty sure if she did, she would be calling me every two seconds until I answered, but she's only called to make sure we're all okay." Quinn grabbed her phone and looked at the time. "Okay, we really should go to our room and get some sleep."

"Five more minutes," Rachel said, sticking her lip out, and hoping Quinn couldn't resist her pout.

Quinn laughed and kissed her forehead. "Five more minutes."

"Five more minutes," Rachel said, burying her head into what she thought was her pillow until it started shaking a bit.

Quinn laughed. "That's what you said last night."

"What?" Rachel asked, raising her head, and realizing she was sleeping with her head on Quinn's chest and they were still on the beach. "What time is it?"

"Early," Quinn answered, wrapping her arms around Rachel's shoulders now that she was no longer shaking her. "We need to leave soon if we want to get home at a decent hour."

Rachel tried to jump up at the reminder, but Quinn held her in place. "What are you doing? We need to go!"

"Calm down," Quinn said, smiling at her. "I thought we could watch the sunrise before we go in."

Rachel couldn't exactly be mad that Quinn was keeping her there; it was actually very sweet that she wanted to watch the sunrise with her. So, instead of fighting it, she put her head back down and looked out at the ocean, where the sun was about to come over the horizon. Sighing in contentment, she snuggled closer, and tried to ignore the fact that she was freezing to death since their fire apparently went out sometime in the middle of the night.

"Are you cold?" Quinn asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm fine," Rachel replied, trying to not shiver.

"Liar," Quinn said, laughing.

"Fine, I am a little cold, but it's nothing I can't manage," Rachel replied, huffing.

She had once stood outside for hours in practically blizzard conditions; Kurt had dragged her there for some protest—it had been so long ago that she couldn't even remember what they were protesting, but she did remember how miserable she was. She was honestly surprised she didn't get frostbite, which she kept swearing to Kurt they were both going to get if they stayed out there any longer. Really, though, after that, this was nothing; she could handle being chilly as long as Quinn's arms were wrapped around her.

It was odd thinking of her old life and her new life; things were so very different and the closer she got to graduation, the more she wondered how her life was going to turn out. Obviously her biggest fear was not being able to save Quinn, but she also feared what would happen if she did save her. If she saved Quinn, was she going to remain in the time or get sent back to her future? She hated the thought of not being able to live out the life she was currently experiencing. Maybe it was selfish of her to want to live her life again, but she didn't want to be back in her old body with no memory of the past ten years.

"I can hear you thinking," Quinn whispered.

Rachel smiled. "Sorry."

"Anything important?" Quinn asked.

Rachel sighed and looked into Quinn's eyes. "Not really."

Quinn nodded, but didn't really look like she believed Rachel. "Look."

Rachel turned her eyes to the horizon; the sun was finally peeking over, casting an orange glow across the water. The last time she had watched the sunrise like this, it was on her disastrous camping trip with her friends and she'd had Kurt's arm wrapped around her shoulders as she cried. This was definitely far superior to that horrendous time.

After sitting there for a few more minutes, Quinn turned to her and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

Rachel gave Quinn a quick kiss and then pulled back, smiling. "Five more minutes."

"I have to pee!"

Rachel sighed at Brittany's announcement and didn't even respond; instead, she put on her turn signal, taking the exit they were just about to pass. She had given up any notion that they were going to get back to Lima at a decent hour and she was starting to realize it was stupid of them to come back on Sunday. They had school tomorrow, but at this rate they were going to be lucky to get home in time to go.

"Next time, leave Santana and Brittany at home," Kurt leaned up, whispering into Rachel's ear.

"I heard that, Hummel!" Santana said, reaching between the seats, and yanking him by the back of his shirt.

Kurt scowled as he tried to smooth out the fabric. "Do you mind?"

Rachel shook her head at her friends and wondered if this is what it would be like to have children—of course her children would be better behaved than this. When the van came to a complete stop, everyone except Rachel and Quinn piled out of the car, and as soon as the rest were inside, Quinn started laughing.

"May I ask what is so funny?" Rachel said, frowning in confusion.

"Our friends really are insane," Quinn replied, repeating what she had said a few days prior.

"I would have to agree with you," Rachel said, looking out the window, where Santana was standing. "I hope once she gets back to Lima she will be a little more agreeable."

"I don't think Santana is ever agreeable," Quinn replied.

"Guys!" Brittany yelled running to the van, waving a piece of paper. "We have to go to this."

"Oh no," Rachel said, putting her head on the steering wheel.

"The world's largest duck statue is only a few miles from here!" Brittany excitedly said.

Rachel took the flyer from her; sure enough, it was advertising the world's largest statue of a duck and Rachel knew there was no way she was getting out of this. "Okay, guys, if we're going to see this, we need to go right now."

Santana went into the gas station and emerged a few moments later pulling Blaine and Kurt along. As soon as they were all inside and buckled, Rachel followed the directions on the flyer; fortunately it really wasn't that far away and she easily found it. Of course, it was hard to miss a duck that was several stories high and right next to the road.

Brittany was the first one out of the van and she was dragging Santana with her; the other four sat there for a moment, looking at each other. One by one, they got out, following the two Cheerios. She was surprised to see they were not alone; there were actually several other cars there, so they were not the only six people staring up at the gigantic duck statue.

"We need to get a picture!" Brittany said, turning around, and running back to the van.

"This actually is kind of neat," Blaine said, staring up at the thing.

When Brittany came back, she approached the couple closest to them. "Can you take a picture of us with the duck?" The man nodded, looking amused, and the blonde turned to her friends. "Come on!"

Brittany walked over and stood beside Santana, wrapping her arm around her girlfriend's waist. Kurt did the same to Blaine as he laid his head on the shorter boy's shoulder. Rachel and Quinn were standing in the middle of their friends, much like they were in Time Square; this time, though, they were all smiling widely when the flash went off.

"Okay, one more," the man said, raising the camera again.

When the flash went off the second time, Quinn was looking at Rachel and smiling softly. By the time a third flash went off, Rachel and Quinn were looking at each other, completely lost in one another.

As far as I know, the world's largest duck statue is completely fictional.

Also, my best friend, skittles84, just put up her very first Faberry fic and it's amazing, so go read it. It's called East & West and can be found on my profile, under my favorite stories.

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