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Summary: Cute post-first-date Faberry fluff, written for a contest over at the Rachel-x-Quinn group. ~O~O~ "I had a really great time tonight, Quinn," Rachel said, pushing her silky brown hair behind her ear in a bashful way. Quinn smiled her melted-honey smile that made Rachel's legs feel like the vegan jello her dads loved to make. "I was hoping you would say that." Rachel grinned shyly in response, and gave a small, startled gasp when Quinn took her hand and led her across the parking lot to her cute cherry red car. Rachel's whole hand tingled where Quinn's baby-soft skin met hers. The streetlights glowed yellow on the asphalt. It must

Pairing(s): Mentioned Klaine, Kurtbastian (sort of?) Summary: An AU version of Klaine break-up - though the break-up is not actually featured -  written back when The Breakup was pure speculation. Mainly, this is a short, Kurtbastian-y conversation. ~O~O~ It was Thursday. Though Kurt and Blaine both had busy summers, Thursday was the one day of the week they'd promised to set aside for one-on-one boyfriend time, time that they cherished, because they didn't know how much they would get once August came and Kurt left for New York to be with Rachel and hopefully get involved in fashion. But as he'd pulled into the all too familiar

Fandom: Glee Pairing: Klaine, Hummelberry friendship Summary: Futurefic. Kurt and Blaine are planning their wedding, and Blaine has a rather... interesting, Katy Perry-inspired idea. Kurt is not amused. Warning(s): A little bit of language, male/male pairing. ~O~O~ The apartment was quiet – for once. Normally, there was singing, or screaming, or laughing, or some other form of noise filling the small space – an unavoidable consequence of living with Rachel Berry. But Rachel was out on a date, and leaving Kurt and Blaine to themselves, the former surfing the internet and latter flipping through wedding magazines for their upcomi

Summary: Rachel Berry is totally confident in herself. Except… she's completely flat. So what's wrong with stuffing her bra a little? Well, according to Quinn Fabray, a lot. Freshman pre-Faberry, with some Hummelberry friendship and Brittana on the side. ~O~O~ Rachel Berry had been called many things in her fourteen years – most of which were certainly not complimentary. She'd been called clown, big-nose, Squidward (she couldn't vouch for the creativity of her peers. She'd been taunted with insults about her Jewish heritage, and her gay fathers. She'd been sneered at and called Hobbit, Midget, Elf, etc. in response to her height,

Summary: Hummelberry friendship. -Now that Rachel's realized she and Kurt Hummel are destined platonic soul mates, she is determined to be the boy's best friend, no matter what it takes. And he most certainly has no say in the matter. AU-ish version of events. Takes place in freshman year. Warning(s): One use of an offensive word that I won't type outside of the context of a story. ~O~O~ Slushies. Rachel had never been fond of the cold, syrupy drink. It was hard to be fond of anything when it was constantly being thrown in your face – literally. But she couldn't say she hated them, because it was a slushie that led to the forming of

~Prologue~ On a chilly, rainy October morning in Lima, Ohio, Russell and Judy Fabray welcomed a beautiful set of triplets into their little family. Lucy arrived first, followed quickly by Charlotte. Quinn took a little more effort, but soon all three girls were introduced to the world. The Fabrays couldn't be happier. They had been blessed with three perfect little angels. What more could they ask for? Though the girls were identical in looks, their differences in personality were immediately evident, and made it easy to tell triplets apart. Lucy was a happy child, who rarely cried or whined, but giggled constantly. She adored her parents

Summary: A one-shot written extremely late for Day 1 of Faberry Week: Road trip. Future!Faberry go on a road trip with their three kids in tow, and anyone who has ever been stuck in a car with young children will tell you they don't exactly get along when they're forced to share such a small space. ~O~O~ "Mom! Chord's poking me!" "Only 'cause you hit me!" "I did not! Mom, now Chord's lying!" "I am not! Tattletale!" "Take it back!" "Why? It's true!" "Nuh-uh!" "Mom! Tell Chord and Lucy to be quiet! I'm doing vocal exercises and they're annoying me!" Rachel gave a heaving sigh and directed a glare at her wife in the driver's seat. She

Summary: Quinn learns a card trick, and decides to put it to good use. Faberry. ~O~O~ -Pick a Card, Any Card- If makeovers were like crack to Kurt, then garage sales were like crack to Quinn. There was something thrilling about the all the possibility – you never knew what quirky treasures you might find hidden among the junk. In fact, a surprising portion of Quinn's wardrobe consisted of finds from garage sales (properly washed after purchase, of course). So that slight addiction led her to where she was now, sifting through broken toys and old clothes, searching for anything of interest. She had already found a floppy sunhat that w

Summary: "Okay, I give up," Santana sighed, staring at the piece of paper that was decorated with the letter V, crudely drawn in red crayon. "What is it?"   Brittany giggled. "Don't you get it, 'Tana? It's my V-card!" Freshman Brittana and talk of literal V-cards, with some unabashed fluff thrown in. ~O~O~ "Santana, I have something special for you!" fifteen-ear-old Brittany Pierce chirped enthusiastically one day after school in freshman year as she bounded over to her best friend, Santana Lopez. The blond girl skipped to a stop in front of her friend's locker, her Cheerio skirt swishing against her thighs and drawing Santana's eyes down

Summary: New Names, in which the original five members of New Directions try to pick a name that doesn't sound like a porn site, Rachel tries to keep her composure, and Artie is really no help at all. One-Shot. ~O~O~ New Directions. It was a terrible name. There was a particularly obvious way it could be misconstrued, and they five members of the Glee club had all discovered that after saying the name out loud only once. The name 'Homo Explosion' was already beginning to catch on with McKinley's jock population. If they ever got around to actually learning the club's name, the jokes would be endless. Which was why Rachel Barbra Berry had