AN: For those who asked for more... you've all made me feel so loved that I couldn't help but give in to the request! Don't worry, I have many more fics planned for Special Agent Fabray in the works. Stay tuned!

4 months later…

Quinn stood outside on the street looking up at the building in front of her with a wistful sort of smile. It was pouring rain and while she was cold and her hair was plastered to her face and neck she couldn't have been happier. Or more nervous. With a soft sigh she lifted her phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Hey," She breathed, a warm sensation spreading through her at the well-loved voice on the line.

"Quinn?"

"You were expecting someone else?"

Rachel sighed into the phone, "Never. I'm just a little surprised, aren't you supposed to be on vacation with your family?"

"I came home early," Quinn answered, blinking up into the rain to stare at Rachel's apartment. "There was something I needed to do here, Frannie hit me with a metaphorical 2x4 and I realized she was very right."

"Right about what?"

"Look out your window, Superstar," She instructed and shifted as a trickle of icy rain water ran down her collar.

"Out my window? Why, to admire the ridiculous rain storm? Can you believe the weather?"

The diva started to launch into a diatribe about the ungodly rain, Quinn interrupted her. "Rachel, you're killing me here. Look out your window."

A huff was her only response, then as she watched a heavy curtain was pulled away and she could just make out the shape of little Rachel Berry standing in its place.

"Okay, I'm looking out into the abysmal grey nothingness, you know how this kind of weather affects my mood. Especially when you're not here to cuddle me during a movie marathon."

"Look down at the street you nut," Quinn said with a fond roll of her eyes. Go figure Rachel would make this more difficult than it had played out in her head.

"I resent that you… Quinn! Why are you – get in here! You're all wet, I can tell from here!"

"Always so observant," Quinn snickered, "It's raining and I'm outside."

"Don't be a smartass Quinn Fabray," Rachel said, and Quinn only smiled wider. "Why are you outside? There's a typhoon going on, in case you missed that."

"You like dramatic gestures," She shrugged her shoulders and made no move to run into the building. "I figured I'd try one."

"That's undeniably sweet of you, now get your ass inside before you get sick!"

"No," Quinn said firmly and shook her head, eyes still locked on the small shape in the window. "Come down here."

A long silence stretched over the phone line, followed by, "You've lost your mind."

"Rachel Superstar Berry I need you to come out here, right now, because I have something for you and I flew back early to give it to you."

"Come inside and give it to me," Rachel argued and Quinn could just picture her chewing on her bottom lip. She knew her girlfriend very well, so she knew that a part of Rachel really wanted to run out into a rainstorm. It'd be that epic movie romance that she was always craving.

"Rachel," She all but purred into the phone. "Come outside."

Her diva didn't respond and Quinn took that as a good sign, before long she saw a flurry of sweat pant and hoodie clad brunette come racing out of the front of the building. She didn't hesitate, opened her arms and took Rachel's running tackle of an embrace. They crashed together, ignoring all the sodden people wandering past and staring at them. Quinn felt right again, the part of her that had been missing while she was away had returned. Again she didn't pause to think, just pulled Rachel into a crushing kiss. Nothing in the world would ever be better in her book than kissing one Rachel Berry.

She forced herself to leave her girlfriends warm, eager, mouth but kept her close. Rachel wrinkled her nose up at her but she was smiling that goofy lopsided smile of hers. The one that Quinn knew was only ever for her.

"This looks far more romantic in movies," Rachel complained. "In reality, while it was enjoyable, I'm now just as cold and wet as you are. I think I prefer kissing you without the rain. Can we go inside now?"

"Don't you want your gift?" Quinn arched an eyebrow.

"Inside, please?" The diva blushed adorably and shifted in Quinn's arms. "I just wanted to run out and kiss you in the rain like we were characters in a Nicolas Sparks novel."

I knew it! Quinn thought triumphantly but nodded in acquiescence. She was actually quite cold and had started to shiver. It was worth it to give Rachel that moment, but now she'd had it and the things she wanted to say would probably go better in the privacy of Rachel's dry apartment.

Plus a proper 'hello, I've missed you' couldn't really be given outside on the sidewalk.

Rachel beamed up at her, kissed the hollow of her throat, then grabbed her hand and dragged her across the busy street into her building. The doorman smiled at them and winked at Quinn as she passed, she shrugged as she was helplessly towed along to the elevator.

Of course the second the doors closed the brunette was all over her again and Quinn was more than happy to accommodate her. She let the smaller woman push her up against the wall and could only smirk up at the camera in the corner when Rachel attacked her neck with a growl.

Yeah, that's right. Quinn Fabray, ultimate pimp. Eat your heart out Kanye!

Laughing quietly to herself she pulled Rachel back, slid her fingers deep into dark hair, and proceeded to suck the air from the woman's lungs.

Still locked together they stumbled out of the elevator and all but fell into Rachel's apartment, giggling and kissing like teenagers.

"Wait, wait," Rachel gasped and tore herself away. Quinn pouted at her and dipped down to steal another kiss, which turned into one more, and then another. "No, wait a second! I want my surprise!"

"I'm not a surprise?" Quinn asked and sighed when the diva untangled herself and stepped away, still breathing hard.

"Quinn, please?"

Smiling she gripped Rachel's hand and led her over to the couch, pushed her down gently and dropped to her knees in front of her.

"Rachel," She started and closed her eyes briefly to organize her thoughts. The whole plane ride back she'd been working out the things she wanted to say, had to have it all planned out because she knew if she didn't she'd probably babble incoherently and Rachel deserved more than that. "My job is dangerous."

Big brown eyes, still clouded with arousal, peered deep into her while dark eyebrows drew together.

"My job is dangerous," She repeated and sucked in a deep breath. "I can't guarantee lots of things. I don't know what will happen when I leave my home every morning. I know what might happen, what could happen – and I know that you think about that and I also know that it worries you. There are so many things that I'd like to promise you, but I can't. I never know when I'll be home or when I'll have to leave. I promise you that I'll 'stay safe' and I will but that doesn't mean that the situations I often find myself in will let me. This is part of my life, part of the job that I love. I get to make people safer by sacrificing my safety. I like to think that, in a way, I'm protecting you."

Pausing for another couple of breaths she held on to both of Rachel's hands and looked at them, really looked at them. So small, even in comparison to hers, but they gripped her fingers strongly. She looked up and smiled at her teary eyed Superstar and kissed the back of one hand tenderly.

"Rachel when I came home last week and you were waiting for me, sitting outside my apartment for god knows how long… Nobody has ever waited for me before. It felt so overwhelmingly good to know that you were waiting for me to come home. Like you know that I'll always come back to you, no matter how long the wait. I can't tell you how amazing you make me feel. Like I'm worth something to someone. You're always so happy to see me, Quinn Fabray – no one in my life has ever been like that. Just happy to see me. You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met and I can't wait to see you. I leave in the morning now to go to my job with you on my mind, I work twice as hard and it's because at the end of the day all I want is to come back and see you smiling at my door…"

Rachel cut her off, looping her arms around her neck to kiss her so hard it left her dizzy. She stayed in place when they'd separated, now forehead to forehead, both crying softly like good drama queens they were. Quinn reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver key, she held it between them and caught Rachel's gaze.

"I don't have to tell you, but I'm going to. This is a key to my apartment, but because you love metaphors so much you should know it's a key to a whole lot more than that."

She unwound Rachel's slender arms from her neck and placed a kiss into one palm before pressing the key into it.

"You are the only person I want to come home to," Quinn finished softly.

Rachel sat so still, tears slipping a path down her flushed cheeks while she stared at the object in her hand. Quinn waited patiently, because Rachel would have something to say. She always did.

Surprising her the diva stood, fist tightly closed over the gift, gave her a long, full, look then left the room.

Quinn stayed where she was and looked up at the ceiling, wondering if she'd upset the other woman with her words. Sometimes she felt like she said too much. She wasn't gifted with eloquence, most times opting just with speaking her mind. Quinn Fabray was well known for her vicious tongue – the ability to cut someone to shreds in mere seconds with words alone – but when it came to speaking tenderly to someone she loved? She sucked.

Eventually Rachel returned, her hand still curled. Quinn stiffened, is this where she throws it back at me? Her girlfriend sat back down where she had been and cupped Quinn's face with her free hand, eyes earnest and so open.

"Quinn, do you know that Britney Spears song 'Lucky'?"

Quinn blinked and felt her brow furrow in confusion, "Rachel, really?"

"Right, sorry. It goes…"

And despite the terror rising in her Quinn couldn't help her shiver of delight as Rachel started to sing.

"She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?"

She finished and bit into her lip, eyes flickering back and forth across her face, like she was trying to get a read. Quinn could only lick her lips nervously and nod her head for Rachel to continue. That hadn't sounded like a 'get the hell out of my apartment' song.

"I used to sing that to myself, melodramatic as I am, and ask the same question. I had everything I'd ever wanted, career, fame, the apartment in New York, but something was always missing." Her thumb started rubbing lazy circles against her cheek, Quinn leaned into the touch but never took her eyes off Rachel's.

"Now I know – that thing I was missing? It was you. Quinn, I don't want to miss you ever again." She opened her hand to reveal a key and Quinn looked down at it then back to Rachel, then back to the key. "This is a key to my apartment, Agent Fabray. I had it made the day you left for Philly."

"You –" Quinn couldn't finish her question, her throat closed up and made it impossible. She settled for a very un-agently squeak of surprise. Rachel was grinning at her now, a bit smugly almost.

"I have rendered the great Special Agent in Charge Fabray speechless is what I've done!" She crowed.

Quinn narrowed her eyes and quickly swiped the key away from her girlfriend. Before the brunette could say or do anything else she grabbed her, albeit gently, and yanked her off the couch. She squealed and started laughing as Quinn tickled her fingers along her ribs and rolled them around on the floor. Without pause in her tickling she started to kiss every inch of Rachel's skin she could. They continued that way until Rachel began to beg for mercy, apologizing and promising to 'take it back'.

Thoroughly entangled, panting, and both beaming like moron's they came to a halt. Rachel giggled, her dark hair around her head like a dark puddle and bit into her lip as Quinn snickered down at her.

"I missed you, Quinn Fabray. I promise that I'll always be waiting for you to come home," She gushed, suddenly serious again. Quinn sighed happily and dropped down to snuggle against her. Dainty hands started sifting through her hair and massaging her scalp, while under her ear Rachel's heart thump-thumped a soothing beat.

"I missed you too, Rachel Berry." She said and not for the first time wondered how that had come to be. The fact that two people who'd grown up at odds could come together years later and be everything to one another.

"Fate," She mumbled, thinking about Ryan and his prediction all those months ago.

"You're going to steal this woman's heart, Q, and never give it back."

Trouble was, Rachel had stolen hers first – and Quinn didn't want it back.

Ever.

END