A/N: Thanks so much for your responses to the story so far! I wasn't expecting as many reviews as I got in just a few hours, so again, gracias. The Faberry fandom is awesome.

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As Quinn reached the turn off that would either lead her on to the park or to Rachel's house, she considered something; why was she going back? She'd said all she needed to say to Rachel. All had been forgiven. But still, she felt that strange electric pull from her subconscious back to the Berry house.

It was a beautiful day. The sun shone through the leaves on the trees, which were ruffled by a gentle breeze. Quinn was running up Rachel's street, and thinking about how today could be a day for something to change. Her life had been feeling rather stale and boring lately. Since the school year finished she hadn't seen her friends much; Brittany and Santana were far too wrapped up in each other to think of her. She was very much the third wheel, the gooseberry. Mercedes called her from time to time, but she knew that she spent a lot of her time with Sam now. Quinn was really, honestly happy for them. They'd been dating for a while now, and it was great to see two people that she cared about together and happy.

It seemed that everyone had someone, except for her.

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For once Rachel Berry jumped out of bed not just to keep her body in tip-top condition, but because she was truly looking forward to something. She rushed her work out on her elliptical and put a little make up on before settling outside on to her front porch with her breakfast. When she heard the tap-tap of Quinn's sneakers on the street she smiled, and sighed. It was a sigh of relief. She wasn't quite sure why she was so relieved that Quinn had chosen to run past her house again, but there had been a niggling seed of doubt in the back of her mind as she'd prepared for her visit. What if she doesn't show? It might have been a onetime thing. Maybe she just wanted to apologise. You're being stupid, Berry. She won't want to be friends. Hell, maybe yesterday was some bizarre dream you conjured up from lack of sleep. The voice in her head sounded an awful lot like that of Santana.

But here she was, the mysterious Quinn Fabray in all of her blonde ponytailed glory. She had on a simple blue vest today, and Rachel couldn't help but think of how beautiful it looked against her lily pale skin. She was gorgeous, porcelain perfection. Rachel was stunned into silence. A rare occurrence.

"Hi!" Quinn said brightly. She looked somewhat happy for once. Rachel noted the slight quiver in her voice. Is she as nervous as I am?

"Hey, Quinn. Having a good run?"

"I am. The weather's so nice today... It just feels like a day where you could do anything at all." Quinn's voice had a dreamy quality to it. Rachel found it hard to adjust to this Quinn. She was so used to the icy queen from school who was nothing if not always harshly realistic.

"It is. Would you like to... join me for breakfast today?" When it took a few seconds for Quinn to reply, Rachel steeled herself for rejection, in the same way that she would steel herself against the frozen ice beverages that were thrown in her face every day at school.

"I'd love to." Quinn gave her a decidedly warm smile. Rachel's face felt similarly warm.

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After they sat down, Quinn noticed that there were two cups of steaming green tea resting on the small table, and two wooden chairs next to it.

"So you were expecting me to say yes then, huh?" She teased lightly.

Rachel blushed slightly. "Preparation is everything, Quinn!"

A comfortable silence fell between them as they sipped on their tea.

"What're your plans for the rest of the summer, Rachel? Showchoir camp?" Quinn asked. She realised that her tone of voice was quite flirtatious, unintentionally. It had just sort of slipped out that way.

"I'm not sure that exists, Quinn! It certainly sounds like something I'd be interested in though. To answer your question, I can't say I've planned anything for the next few weeks. There aren't many people who'd want to... "hang out" with me. What about you?" Rachel even used air quotes. Too cute... Quinn thought.

"Well, I didn't have much planned... until I started "hanging out" with this cute girl from school who I met again whilst running." Quinn regretted the word "cute" as soon as it escaped from her mouth. God damn it! Why couldn't she regulate what came out of her mouth when Rachel was around! She felt a blush creeping up her neck.

Rachel began to turn a similar colour. "Quinn... I feel bad for asking this, but is this some sort of dare? Why would you want to hang out with me, when you've got normal, popular friends?" And a million guys who'd beg on their knees to be around you... the Santana voice muttered jealously in Rachel's head.

Quinn looked at the other girl in disbelief. "Of course it's not a dare! I... I'm so sorry that I hurt you in the past, Rachel, and I'd never do it again. And I don't want to hang out with my popular friends. They don't care about me. Besides, B and S are too invested in each other to spend time with me. Anyway, "normal" is overrated."

"Oh." Rachel said. She'd been made speechless again, in the space of a few minutes, by the same person. Quinn was something, all right. Her head was spinning with the number of unsaid things in her outburst. "They don't care about me" was practically begging to be completed with "like you do."

Quinn smiled at her. "I should really be going. My mom gets worried when I'm not back by 7. Since I moved back in she's been kind of protective. She thinks I'm going to run away all the time!"

Rachel giggled. "It was nice seeing you again, Quinn."

"You too, Rach."

Rach! She called me by a nickname! A whole orchestra was playing a romantic overture in Rachel's head.

Rachel stepped forward slightly. Just enough so that it could be taken as a signal that she wanted to embrace Quinn, but not so far that the embarrassment of rejection would sting like a slap to her face.

This time Quinn's arms went around Rachel's waist and Rachel's arms went around Quinn's neck. It felt comfortable. Quinn's body was softer than she remembered.

After a while, they pulled apart slightly so that their arms were still around each other.

It would be so easy to kiss her right now thought Rachel.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Quinn?" Rachel said questioningly.

"Yeah, Rach. Tomorrow." Quinn began to jog away slowly. She shot a quick smile over her shoulder.

I think I need to sit down... Rachel's head felt fuzzy and she was lightly tingling all over.

Suddenly, some lyrics came floating into her head.

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!

There truly was a musical number for everything in the mind of Rachel Barbra Berry.

A/N 2: I don't own Annie, or Rachel or Quinn! If I did I'd be considerably richer... Please, keep reviewing; it makes the sun come out tomorrow for me!