IN THE SUN

Prologue

It was snowing outside. The glistening snowflakes fell like diamonds from the clear night sky, softly cascading to the ground, where they laid themselves like a duvet on the cold, hard earth. Everywhere I looked, I saw white. It looked crunchy, untouched – the snow, I mean. There was nothing in sight; no footprints on the ground, no sign of headlights getting closer, not even an animal lurking in the outskirts of the forest.

It was cold outside like it usually is in Ohio this time of year. It sort of comes with the snow. In high school I used to love the snow, the beautiful surroundings it gave the city, the atmosphere. I loved the snow, yes, but I'd always hated the cold. I used to wrap myself in so many layers, I could hardly move, and yet I'd still manage to shake with chills.

I was freezing now, too, as I tried to stay warm inside the car with my gloves and my hat on and the blanket we'd packed in the back-seat. There was already fog on the windows, and we'd had to turn the engine off, because we had to save gas for when we'd eventually be able to continue the trip. It might take a while though, we'd been stuck for two hours here, and it'd only been roughly forty minutes since we had gotten a hold of someone who'd be able to pull us out of this giant pile of snow we'd somehow ended up in. Who knew when they'd get here? Everybody needed help because the roads were so icy, and we hadn't been able to give them an exact location because there was no GPS in this old, rusty, rented car.

I wanted to kick myself for suggesting we take the smaller, deserted roads towards Lima. My argument had been that the main roads were more dangerous, because everyone was taking them, and there would be a higher risk of crashing. It had sounded so good when I said it, but now it was delirious even in my own ears. Who took the smaller roads during a blizzard like this? Who even went outside during a blizzard like this? Well, a lot of people did this time, because everyone was going to visit family for Christmas – which was why we were on our way towards Lima also – all the way from New York. It had been cheaper to rent a car and drive all the way there, especially for two people, and we could do it without breaks and just take turns behind the wheel.

Rubbing my mitten-clothed hands together for warmth, I blew on them and shuddered in my seat. I was freezing, and I had no way of getting any warmer. I contemplated going outside to relieve my bladder, but just the idea of venturing into the cold night was frightening. I'd never get warm again if I opened the door.

Turning my head to the side, I glanced softly at Rachel. She was resting her head against the seat and had both hands still on the wheel. Her long brown hair stuck out beneath her knitted beanie and her cheeks were slightly pink. She seemed to be in her own world of thoughts, looking through the window of the car and into the night; her brown eyes were round and lifeless – she was in deep thought. I'd come to know this look after many hours of studying together; she always got this look when she was really thinking, preparing for a class. It was adorable, but it was also almost impossible to get through to her and snap her out of it.

I turned slightly in my seat and leaned my back against the door, to sit differently. My back was starting to hurt now, and one of my legs was sleeping so it'd be nice to readjust myself. My eyes quickly ventured, on their own accord, to Rachel again, because I simply couldn't help it, so I got a closer look at her profile; the characteristic nose, her adorable chin and the way her neck curved and ended in her strong shoulders. I loved looking at her in a way I'd never liked looking at myself. I loved how I looked; the All-American girl, the blonde hair, the brown eyes, the pretty nose and the great body, that was full in all the right places. I was more beautiful than most girls, the picture of perfection. But I was also fake. My coloured hair, my smaller nose... everything about me was fake. Whereas Rachel... she was far from perfect, she wasn't what people considered beautiful. But that was exactly what made her beautiful; the way that she was entirely herself, how she looked like no one else and just stood out in every way possible. She was the kind of beautiful that sort of snuck up on you, took you by surprise. I was the the apparent beauty, and while that was great for looks of appreciation, Rachel's kind of beautiful... that was the most dangerous one.

I'd had to learn that the hard way.

I can't tell you exactly when it happened, but somewhere during our adventure in New York, I fell in love with Rachel Berry. I'd decided to apply for NYU for college because Rachel and I had started to become friends and it seemed ideal to just know at least someone in the big city – that way I wouldn't be all alone. So I began studying Psychology. I hadn't thought we'd start spending as much time together as we did, Rachel and I, but I hadn't minded. Whenever we both needed to study, we met at the apartment that my college fund supplied me with; we made vegan noodles and ate it out of bowls, laying on the floor, with sheet music, books, papers and transcripts strewn out between us.

Somehow I fell in love with her. Just somehow. It was hard to define when, which is what I mean when I say that her kind of beautiful sort of sneaks up on you. Suddenly, one day, as we were walking from vintage store to vintage store to find something appropriate to wear on a date, I realised it. She modelled this ugly old thing for me, and suddenly – bam!, I knew. It hit me like a tonne of bricks; I was in love with Rachel Berry.

That was four weeks, three days, seven hours and thirty-four minutes ago. (Not that I was counting). Ever since then I've been different around her, and I know that she has noticed. It's not like I can help it or anything, it just sort of happened. I didn't know how to act around her – what was the appropriate thing to do? Tell her to stop talking about her cute boyfriend Nick from NYADA or stop walking around in barely nothing in my apartment when she spent the night?

All of those things had become habits for us, it was natural. I couldn't just go ahead and change it. So whenever she would parade around in a tight top and short boy's underwear, I'd tell her I needed to shower and get the hell out of there. She was noticing, she was. I just didn't know how to make it stop.

It's not like I wanted to fall in love with her. Actually, I would have preferred it if I hadn't. But one can't stop these things, not when they're happening this fast. I'd tried to talk to Santana about it, but she'd laughed her butt off and continued to mock me about my choice in women. Brittany had been sweet and sensitive and told me it was about time I admitted it. Oh, and she'd asked me when Rachel and I were going to share sweet lady kisses, but that's not really important.

It was never going to happen.

And that wasn't even because I was afraid or anything. After figuring this out, I'd come to realise that perhaps this is just who I am. I mean – these things come out eventually, and now I wasn't living at home anymore, and I hadn't spoken to my father in three years. It wasn't even like it freaked me out; I told my mom and my sister that I was pretty sure I was gay. They were both really great about it, actually, my mom was even excited that she'd get a daughter-in-law and not another son-in-law. She said that Frannie's husband was more than enough for her. They'd taken the news so well. It was just a shame that – for right now – I didn't have anyone to bring home with me.

I wished so badly that I was able to bring not just anyone – but Rachel – home with me. My mother and sister would love her, just like I did. It would have been the ideal Christmas this year; Frannie, her husband, their three kids, my mother, and Rachel and myself. I could just picture it: The Perfect Family. We could even invite Rachel's fathers, that would make the entire thing even better, because they were absolutely wonderful.

"I can't imagine it'll take much longer before they arrive." Rachel suddenly said. She still hadn't turned her head towards me, she was still glancing outside, and her huge brown eyes were sort of melancholy.

I sighed. "You never know. This weather is crazy."

She turned to me then, a soft smile playing across her lips, "You're right, it is. Absolutely crazy."

Laughing, I leaned slightly forward and nudged her with my hand. "Stop mocking me!" I said, but really, I didn't mind. I loved it when she mocked me.

Rachel giggled, that long stream of girly giggles that I adored. "Sorry, I can't help it, you're just such a dork sometimes, Quinn Fabray!" she puckered her lips at me and continued, "It's almost impossible not to mock you."

"Hey!" I yelped out, and, this time, I lifted my foot and kicked her thigh lightly with it.

Her brown eyes fell serious as she offered me a kind smile, "You're right though, the weather is crazy. Perhaps we won't be found before the roads clear up. We'll have to sleep in the back-seat together."

Even though that sounded wonderful – because it did! A night snuggled up to Rachel for warmth? I couldn't imagine anything better – it also sounded horrible. To think we'd be stuck here for Christmas Eve and the morning after? It was a saddening thought – Christmas had always been the time for family to be together. And even though Rachel was possibly my favourite company ever, I'd sort of been looking forward to seeing Frannie and her three little nightmares. Christmas was nothing without kids. And also... even if the idea of Rachel close to me made me warm and fussy, it also made me scared. Because.. having her so close, and not really having her – it was horrible and heartbreaking.

Instead of answering her query, I changed the subject to something else entirely. "Shit, isn't it getting colder in here?" I murmured and rubbed my hands together again.

"It's not even beautiful anymore," Rachel whispered, turning her head to the side again and glancing outside. It seemed like the snowing had intensified and the night was getting even darker, "it's just... depressing and icy cold."

I couldn't agree with her more – it wasn't exactly easy to keep my spirits up, not even with her just nearby. "I hope we get picked up soon." I replied and reached for my cell that I had thrown by the front window. I had three messages from my mom and one from my sister. Even Santana had texted me, and because I wanted to save the power on my cell, I ignored those from my mom and sister (they knew where we were, it was just a matter of time), and opened the one from Santana.

Rachel fell back in her seat, "I wish we could turn on the radio. It'd be nice with some music to keep the spirits up, something colourful and upbeat. Something that reminds you of summer." she whispered.

R u guys in Lima yet? Britts n I wants 2 see ya b4 dinner!

Typing a response back to Santana about the odd predicament we were in, I offered Rachel a murmur in reply. "We'll just make our own music?"

"Believe it or not, I don't actually feel like singing right now." Rachel said, and I could hear the distinct discomfort in her voice. She was getting bored with this situation, and she wanted to get back to Lima to be with her fathers. Of course she did. We were leaving for New York again in a few days to get back to spend New Years with some friends in the city, and it was such a shame to waste so much time stuck in this car.

I offered her a soft smile; just because she was in a bad mood, didn't mean I had to be so, too. One of us had to keep our spirits up, so I guess that had to be me. I started to hum softly, a melody I'd had stuck in my mind the last few weeks; it reminded me of Rachel and I, of our situation. I could see a smile begin to form on her face as I hummed, it was barely there, she was fighting it, but it was there.

"It's hard to be ignored, When I look at you, you look so bored, My baby, my darling, I've been taking a beating... Well alright, It's okay... We all get the slip sometimes everyday, I'll just keep it to myself in the sun, in the sun..." I sang, a smile playing on my lips, even though it was sad to think about this situation. That's what always got to me with this song – because even though the lyrics were sad, the music was oddly upbeat and smile-educing.

Rachel giggled, "She & Him. I'd almost forgotten about them."

"I used to listen to them all the time." I replied.

She turned her head to meet my eyes, "I like their music."

I whispered, "Yeah... it's great. And believe it or not, Rachel," I added, as an afterthought, "of all the people I could be stuck here with... I'm happy it's you."

Her lips formed a smile, and she'd never looked more beautiful and bashful at the same time, "Oh really?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I continued, "Yeah, you're... you're like the person I'm closest to right now, Rachel.. I mean, who would have thought that Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry would be so close? But we are, and … and I love you."

Rachel's bright smile faded a little, her eyes getting this far-away look in them once more. I could feel my own heart pummel to the pit of my stomach. I tell her 'I love you' and she doesn't reply, but only gets sad? That doesn't look too good for me. And although it might have something to do with the most reason break-up she had with Nick, it still didn't make me feel any better. But who was I kidding? It's what I'd figured all along, why I hadn't told her about my feelings. I knew it wouldn't end well for me, because Rachel didn't feel the same. She had a boyfriend, and she didn't feel the same. She just didn't, and I had to accept that.

"I really need to pee now." Rachel replied, her eyes turning towards the road outside, "I'm gonna go outside and find a spot, I'll be right back." she leaned over me, one hand on the door and the other opening the glove compartment. She got out the small flash light that she'd packed (always prepared, as she was) before she opened the door and got outside in the winter snow.

As soon as the door smacked close behind her, the car was enveloped in a creepy silence. I immediately decided that I could not care less about saving the power on my phone; I quickly hit Santana's number on speed-dial and held the phone to my ear. If I knew Rachel as well as I thought I did, it'd take her a while to find a place outside where she'd be comfortable peeing, and then she had to fight her way back through the snow... I'd be good for at least five minutes with Santana.

"Q! What the fuck!" was her greeting.

I sighed, "Hello to you too, Satan."

She was rolling her eyes at me, I just knew it, "You still stuck in that car with Berry?"

"Yeah, we're still waiting." I replied and pulled my legs up beneath myself. I hugged the blanket closer around me for warmth and continued, "Santana, I don't know what to do, I – I've been here with Rachel for a long time now, and she's killing me, I just want to kiss her and tell her how I feel."

Santana was quiet for a while – and she was actually thinking about this, I knew, because otherwise she would have fired some lame joke off at my expense. "Well..." she trailed off, hesitating, "why don't you?"

I sighed, "Santana, I know that just grabbing someone and kissing them might work very well for you-"

"All the damn time, baby!" she cut me off.

"-but I'm not like you, okay? I don't just grab people and kiss them. Besides, she doesn't feel the same way, and I'm certain of that, because everytime I even broach the subject of me caring for her, she gets all weird and makes some lame excuse." I paused and swallowed loudly; even though this was the truth, it was hard to say it aloud, "Even now, she just went outside to pee. To pee, S, in this weather! Just to get away from me! Now tell me, does that sound promising?"

Santana laughed, "Damn Q, that does sound horrible! What are you? Completely repulsive?"

"Not helping, San!" I heard Brittany yelp out in the background, before there was some rustling on the other end, and I heard the two of them argue beneath their breaths. This went on for a little while; Brittany's persuasive ways, and Santana's cursing, before I eventually got a very chipper Brittany on the phone. "Quinn! Hi, it's me, Brittany! You're stuck in that car with Rachel now, aren't you?" she asked me.

I nodded, before realising that she could not see that over the phone, and quickly added, "Yeah, yeah I am, B."

Brittany giggled, "So it's the perfect time, isn't it? She can't go anywhere when you're stuck together, so she can't run, right?"

I bit my lip and tried to gather what it was that Brittany was trying to tell me. If I tried to talk to Rachel right now, there would be no place for her to go – she'd have to listen to me. Except, of course, if she wanted to stand outside in the freezing snow. And even she wasn't crazy enough to stay out there for however long to avoid me. It might work. She wouldn't be able to avoid the conversation if I forced her to have it now.

"Q?" Brittany queered in her innocent voice.

"Yeah," I replied, closing my eyes and heaving out deeply, "Yeah I'm still here Britts, and eh- I think I might do what you just told me to. I think I'm going to talk to Rachel."

"Yay!" Brittany cheered, and I could just imagine her, doing a happy-dance. "I'm going to give San the phone back now."

Santana was grumbling when she said, "You gots that, Quinnie? Yous best listen to my girl Britt-Britt, befores I ends you, alright?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her ridiculous use of grammar, "Sure, S, I gots that." I mocked her, before I hung up the phone and threw it onto the back-seat. I had no idea how this conversation was going to end; probably not well for me, because Rachel did not feel the same, but it'd be a relief to finally get it out there. And after she knew of my feelings, we'd just have to find a way to work through it together.

I could see her flash-light dangling closer, and it was about damn time. It was actually pretty stupid of her to go out there like that; in this weather it was absolutely dangerous to venture outside, but thankfully she'd made it, because there she was, struggling to pull open the door.

When she finally fought her way into her seat, dragging snow and cold wind with her, she was shivering violently, "Bad idea!" she told me, and her lips were blue, so I had mercy on her and pulled the blanket off myself to wrap it around her instead. She offered me a giant smile in reply. "Thanks."

Smiling to her, I leaned back in my seat, and while she resumed her previous action of staring outside, I started debating with myself about how I was going to do this. There was not really any way to do this delicately; how would I do it, if I tried to work my way up to it? That'd be too difficult, because Rachel was a smart girl and she'd figure out where I was going before I got there, and somehow change the subject. No, there was really only one way to do this – one right way, that is. Or perhaps it wasn't really right per say, but it was the only way I knew how. I was just going to jump. Throw my body off the edge and don't look back; fall towards the ground, cross my fingers and hope for the best. It was the only thing I could do.

"Rachel?" I questioned her. Her name almost got stuck in my throat, but I forced it out, before I regretted it and changed my mind.

She turned her head towards mine, so beautiful, like only she could be. "Yes?" she whispered.

Sucking in a deep breath, I could feel the change coming. I could see it, just nearby, and somehow, I felt scared and relieved at the same time. Scared, because I was going to bare my feelings, put them out in the open, but relived because... I was finally going to be free. No more hiding, no more pretending. I was going to be honest for the first time, and it felt damn good.

"I'm in love with you."

She stared at me, confused. And slowly, so slowly, I could see her mouth fall open. It was odd, like slow-motion, her eyes went completely round and huge, her mouth became wider, her chin almost unhinged itself. It would have been comical, had the situation not been so serious. My heart was thudding in my chest; I could hear blood in my ears, my pulse was quickening, and I felt very queasy. The entire atmosphere inside the car was thickening. It was so weird... I could feel my life changing before my eyes, with a snap of my fingers. I was afraid and I wanted to go back so badly.

And Rachel was a stuttering mess when she finally managed to speak, "You-you-you … you're what?"

There was no going back, no denying it. The words had already left my lips, so I might as well just continue what I'd started. "I'm in love with you, Rachel, and I think you know that." I firmly told her, my eyes never leaving hers. She was a good actress; she was good at pretending that she didn't know. But she did know, so she could just drop the façade. "You've been trying to run everytime I even circled around it. But I'm tried of this, and I had to say it aloud."

Turning her head to the side, Rachel tore her eyes away from mine. She couldn't even look at me. She couldn't even... she couldn't stay my friend. Right then and there, I knew. She wouldn't be able to work pass this, she wouldn't be able to put this behind us. It was so confusing to me, because in my eyes, Rachel had always been the most forgiving generous person. She was raised to be that way; and this should not freak her out the way it obviously was. But apparently even she had a limit for things she wanted to – or maybe even could – go through.

The deafening silence was interrupted by an intense ringing from Rachel's cell phone. Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter, life's candy and the sun's, a ball of butter, don't bring around a cloud, to rai-

"It's Rachel! Oh, hi Daddy!" Rachel said as she picked up the phone, and suddenly, a huge smile was on her face. "Yeah, we're still stuck, but they should be here any minute now to pull us out... yeah it's cold! Mhm, I can't wait to see you either." she continued, and listened intensely while her father spoke to her on the phone. I was cursing Leroy though, for his awkward timing. Now she was going to try to get pass this when she hung up, but I wasn't going to let her! "Yes of course. Yes, yes... say hi to Dad too, alright? Love you, too. Bye." she hung up the phone and let it fall to her lap.

She didn't turn to look at me.

"Rachel-?"

"That was Daddy." she interrupted me, before I had time to say anything at all. She wasn't meeting my eyes, and it hurt like hell. "He was just curious as to when we'd be in Lima. The food's ready, so they're just keeping it warm for me..." she trailed off and turned her wrist over to glance at her watch. "They really ought to be here soon."

I closed my eyes to give myself strength for a second, before I said, "Rachel, don't do this! Don't ignore the subject, don't tip-toe around it. We need to talk." I firmly said; and I might have sounded more harsh than intended, but it was the only way to get her to look at me again.

She shrugged her shoulders. "What do you want me to say, Quinn? I can't – I can't talk about this with you."

"Why not?" I replied, and I think that the hurt I was feeling, it pretty much shone right through me, "I always thought that you'd be understanding, that you'd tell me that we can work through this... we're best friends, Rachel, we should be able to survive anything. You need to be your usual self and tell me that we can get through this."

Rachel looked at me; like really looked at me, for the first time in awhile. And I could see the hurt in her eyes, the confusion, the betrayal. Her chocolate orbs were a mess of shimmering emotions, and she couldn't hide from me. "Nick asked me to marry him." she finally whispered.

And that right there? I think that for the first time in forever, I knew what real heartbreak was about. The pain that ripped through my chest when those words left her lips, it was never-ending. I was never going to forget the way my heart seemed to break into nothing and sent a shiver of depression on course in my veins. "He what?" I finally whispered, my voice was low, raspy, and I could barely hear it myself.

"He came to my apartment two weeks after our latest split." she begun, "He told me that whatever it was that wasn't working, we could fix it. He said that he loved me..." she trailed off, and right then and there, she reminded me so much of how Shelby was when I was just a teenager in high school, a teenager with so many problems that she had to deal with, "He said that he wanted us to be together, that he wanted to marry me. He got down on one knee and... proposed." she glanced at me, softly, "I- I -I said yes. I – I really love him, Quinn, I do. And... he's flying in the day after tomorrow, and we're telling my fathers. I'm getting married."

I know I had prepared for total heartbreak, because I'd always been certain that Rachel didn't feel anything for me other than friendship. But I hadn't prepared for this. Not to get thrown a proposal and a marriage right in my face. But it was still the same thing I had to deal with; it wasn't any different from how I'd thought it would be, having to tell her, then find a way to work pass it with her. We still had to cross that bridge, the bridge to friendship – for the both of us. She had to find a way to be my friend, knowing what she did, and I had to find a way to get rid of my feelings and see her the way I used to.

Swallowing loudly, I said, "That doesn't change anything, Rachel... I wasn't expecting you to-" I paused, squeezing my eyes shot for a second, so I could deal with this somehow, "I never thought you'd feel the same. I didn't think you were going to jump into my arms and tell me you loved me, too. I just wanted you to know, because-"

"Why?" she cut me off, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard, her knuckles were turning white, "Why, Quinn? Why did you have to tell me? I was perfectly fine not knowing that you – you want to kiss me and – and – and have sex with me. Fine, Quinn!" she said, and her voice was slowly reaching shrill, "Perfectly.. fine."

"You knew." I said, and suddenly I was aware of the tears that were slowly trailing down my cheeks; I hadn't even known I was crying. "You knew, Rach... you saw the way I looked at you, you jumped whenever I hugged you, and you always made excuses when you felt that I was going to tell you. So don't even try to bullshit me with this, because you knew."

She turned her head towards mine again, her eyes were shimmering with un-shed tears when she looked at me. "I'm getting married." she firmly said then, and I don't know why, but in my ears, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself and not me.

I nodded my head, "Yeah you are..." I whispered, "You're getting married. I'm not asking you to change that. I'm asking you to, please, please find a way to work through this with me. You're my best friend in the whole world, Rachel, and... and I need you to stay my friend, because without you... I don't think I'll be able to function."

"It was better left unsaid." she continued, heaving out a deep sigh. "It was better, because I could pretend it wasn't real. I've never had a friend, Quinn... All through high school, I was the lonely girl who worked too hard, the hated girl, that everybody mocked and threw slushies at..." she bit her lip, "Including you..." shaking her head, she continued, "I had Kurt, he was my friend. And later Blaine and Puck.. and there was Finn, of course, my boyfriend, but... I never really had a friend, who was a girl, who didn't secretly want to lock me in a closet somewhere. Mercedes was the closest thing I had, and look at how much she hated me."

I knew she was right; her life had been oddly filled with men and not so many women. Perhaps it was because she'd never really been close to another girl... she'd never had a mom, and although both of her fathers were loving and caring – perhaps the best parents in the world – she might've missed out on something. Because when she finally started getting friends, they were all male, and she seemed to be just fine with that. They'd all been male... until me. "I'm the first." I rasped out then, as understanding suddenly dawned on me; understanding as to why she was reacting the way she was.

"Yeah, you're the first." she whispered, nodding her head, "And now it just feels like... it was all based on a lie somehow. You weren't my friend, Quinn, if you feel this way, just like Finn was never just my friend either." she finally let her hands fall from the steering wheel to her lap, "And I can't look pass this, because it changes everything. I'm sorry."

This couldn't be true. It simply could not be true that Rachel Berry was de-friending me. I'd been prepared for heartbreak, but... this was something else entirely. Were we really going to not be friends now? Was I going to have to study alone, eat my noodles alone and watch old sitcoms on TV by myself? She'd been there ever since I moved to New York. How was New York going to be without her? How was I going to be without her?

Two headlights suddenly appeared in front of us, and I could feel my heart speed up again, because my need to get away from Rachel was all of a sudden very big. We were being saved now, both of us, and I was going to see my mom soon, and my sister. And Santana and Brittany. And I couldn't wait. I needed to get out of this car, away from Rachel, away from the heartbreak... just somehow. Even though it'd always be with me, I just needed to get away now.

Pulling the door open, I turned to Rachel, "I'm going to talk to them and see if I can catch a ride back to Lima."

She nodded softly, and I stepped outside, shuddering in the freezing cold. But just as I was about to smack the door close, the sound of my name stopped me. "Quinn?" she whispered, and I bent down and looked in at her, so small behind the wheel, "Please don't tell anyone about me and Nick... it's on the down-low for now."

This time, it was my turn to nod.

"And..." she added, when I once more tried to close the door. "I really am sorry."

I swallowed loudly and looked at her, really tried to look at her because I had this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, that it'd be the last time I saw her – if not in forever, then for a very long time. "Yeah... so am I." I finished, before I closed the door and stepped around the car to greet the tow-truck.

Yesssss. I am back! Whaddya all say? I know it's been a while (like seriously, it's been months since I posted something online), but now I think I'm back. I've been working through this block, probably the worst I've ever experienced, and I'm still so, so rusty (as you can probably read in this prologue), but hopefully it'll get better when I start writing the chapters.

I hope you enjoyed this little prologue? This is a Faberry fiction as you can probably guess, and it will be happier, and longer than my other Faberrys, though I have not planned out all the chapters yet. I'll see when I get there.. hopefully ;) Please leave me your thoughts and whatnot, because I'd love to hear from you all! Should I continue? Do you want to see more? If not, then this would work pretty well as a one-shot – with a bit of editing, of course. I am sort of looking forward to writing more though, so I hope you're up for it!

Disclaimer; I do now own Glee or "In the Sun" by She & Him.