"Are you kidding me right now? Rachel whined into the receiver.

Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion. "What?" she asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"The train."

"What about it? Did it break down? Are you okay?" hundreds of terrible possibilities run through her mind and she desperately wants to hold the brunette to make sure she's safe.

"I'm fine, but it seems that our train schedules were wrong."

"What does that mean?"

The blonde feels small arms wrap around her waist. She jumps slightly at the touch before the familiarity of the touch settles in. She relaxes and leans backward into a warm body. A slight pressure is felt against her back when a warm cheek rests against her jacket.

"It means that I'm here early," a low voice murmurs from behind her, slightly muffled by the leather.