never let me go (the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me)

or, five times quinn doesn't ask to be held but rachel holds her anyway. 'You drape an arm over her ribs, splay your fingers across her stomach, and breathe in the smell of her shampoo, the softness of her hair along the back of her neck. Her breath rattles around, but she's alive and for this very brief moment, it almost feels like she's yours.' faberry fluff & angst.