A/N: Prompt from killingmesoftlywiththesesongs; cute Faberry proposal. Thanks! I tried. XD
Tapping her finger against her cheek, Quinn pretended to read the magazine in front of her. It was the latest issue of the magazine she worked for, but even seeing her name in print wasn't enough to distract herself; she'd been published often enough that it wasn't as special. Though she still smiled, and felt the warmth of achieving her goals, it wasn't enough to keep her completely distracted.
But it wasn't like she wanted to be distracted that evening, anyway.
Her lips quirking, Quinn swept her too-long bangs up, behind her ear. Time for a haircut, oh well. Too late. Rachel was going to step out of a cab soon. Quinn glanced at her watch again.
Oh god, she sat up, the magazine shaking in her grip, Rachel was going to show up soon. Feeling for the ring in her pocket for the nth time, she slapped the magazine down onto the bench next to her. She couldn't pretend to pay attention to the printed word anymore.
Rachel was going to be there soon. Quinn wanted her ring in her hand already. Though she didn't intend to propose on the street, she still wanted to have it ready for when they made their way into her apartment building, dropping onto her knee just inside her doorway. They'd both managed to graduate their colleges, both managed to acquire jobs in their respective fields even before school ended, and both managed to keep each other close instead of drifting apart, and she wanted her proposal to echo such. Which meant personal and meaningful.
Quinn sucked in a deep breath.
That was Rachel's cab.
That was hopefully the rest of her life.