"Quinn, can I talk to you?" said the light, breathy voice of a tiny diva as she walked into the bathroom of McKinley High School.

A stunning, blonde former cheerleader turned away from her reflection in the mirror where she was re-applying her lipstick. Quinn was met with an all too familiar expression on Rachel's face - this almost meek sort of look with wide, brown eyes and eyebrows delicately turned up in something that resembled confusion. It must be serious.

"Sure," she replied, without hesitation. The side of her mouth twitched in an quick smile she rapidly repressed. Admittedly, it was both slightly comical and ironic that Rachel would come to Quinn for advice or a talk after how they had started their relationship - as high school predator and prey - almost three and a half years ago.

"I..I have some advice to ask of you," Rachel continued, this preface obviously a method of stalling as she gathered her thoughts. Quinn waited patiently, tucking away the automatic impatient face that she'd used so many times before. She was a different, more compassionate and humble person now - but old habits die hard. Rachel sucked in a tiny, but deep sigh before deciding that the best method was to just "rip the band-aid off", so to speak.

"Finn..asked me to marry him," she confessed, surprised at how weird she felt saying those words out loud. Quinn noted the unmistakable guilt in Rachel's tone. When she didn't immediately reply, Rachel continued, desperate to fill the silence. "That was almost four days ago..A-And I still haven't answered him". Quinn nodded once, trying to figure out exactly what Rachel wanted from her. This hardly seemed like a question, a call for advice. Perhaps she had read Rachel's face wrong.

"Truthfully, I'm not sure what to do," Rachel explained. "I..I love Finn more than anything but I..I don't know". Another sigh, similar to the first one, followed.

"What're you asking exactly?" Quinn inquired, keeping her tone even and patient, as though she was talking to a child. This nurturing voice was foreign even to her own ears, and definitely to Rachel's.

"I..I don't know," Rachel confessed, cursing her habit to stutter slightly when she was nervous or flustered. "I guess I want..advice? What do you think of all of this..of any of this?"

"You're too young to get married," Quinn said bluntly, nothing about her expression or tone was apologetic. Rachel licked her lips. Frankly, this didn't surprise her. If she was being honest with herself, Rachel supposed that answer was exactly the reason she came to Quinn, as opposed to someone else.

"You don't think it'll last?" Rachel asked.

"It's not that," Quinn replied, considering her thoughts and planning her words carefully. "I'm happy for you and Finn". Rachel could tell her words were genuine. "It's just that you have so much more to get done in your life before you settle down. What about your dream?"

"Marrying Finn doesn't mean giving up on my dream. He is very supportive and I can do both". She quickly softened her voice before continuing, suddenly aware of how defensive she came off with that sentence. "I love him. I really do," she said, her voice almost a delicate whisper. Once again, her tone was guilty and she found herself questioning why it sounded so weird coming out.

Quinn couldn't help but shrug. "You asked me, I answered," she said, simply in a way that also conveyed that no offense was taken. After a second's consideration, it looked to Rachel as though Quinn was about to open her mouth to add something. This elicited an unexpected excited, swelling feeling in Rachel's chest that was quickly deflated when the bell rang not a moment after.

"See you in glee," Quinn said, tucking away her lipstick and zipping up her makeup bag before putting it away in her bag and making her way out of the bathroom. Rachel sighed for the third time, feeling unfulfilled by the conversation. What is it that she was waiting to hear?

Nearly a week later, the whole glee club gang was gathered in the choir room. "Mr. Shue, I have an announcement to make before we start this week's lesson," Rachel stated in her bossy sort of tone, as the curly haired teacher entered the room. She wasted no time rising from her seat and taking center stage on the floor. "I'd like to invite Finn up here with me," she added, not even waiting for Mr. Shue's okay. The gangly teen smiled gingerly but obeyed, rising from his seat also, and joining Rachel. Finn stood slightly slouched with his hands in his pockets, looking self conscious as Rachel wrapped her arms around his, linking them.

"As you know," she began dramatically, "Finn and I have been in love for some time. Admittedly, we've had our ups and downs as a couple but I firmly believe that a relationship is most securely defined by the love and bond two people share, not the perfection of this love". She took a deep breath that peeked Quinn's interest, for it sounded rather scripted. No one said anything as they endured Rachel's dramatic pause. "Considering all of your unwavering friendship over the years, we wanted you guys to be the first to know.." She smiled widely. "We're engaged!" Rachel threw her hands up, almost striking a pose.

The room fell even more silent, if that were possible. Someone stopped smacking their gum, about three people stopped leaning back in their chairs, evidenced by the sudden sound of 12 pairs of chair legs hitting the ground, and pretty much everyone stopped breathing. Clearly, this wasn't the reaction Rachel was going for because her unique features quickly furrowed into slightly disgruntled expression. Relaxing her pursed lips, she spoke again. "I said we are engaged," Rachel enunciated slowly as if she was speaking to a class full of kindergarteners who just weren't getting it.

"We heard you," Mercedes pipped up defensively. The two divas had made peace since the start of the glee club but Rachel's tone and use of condescending hand gestures pissed her off. Rachel did not reply.

"Don't you think it's a little soon?" Kurt chimed in, his tone suggesting that he was surprised that he had to be the first one to say it.

"Finn and I have been in love for nearly three years," Rachel retorted, getting more irritated by the second. This was definitely not the reaction she had envisioned when she practiced in front of the mirror last night. Kurt rolled his eyes at Rachel's response.

"I don't think midget-giant marriage is legal yet but I'll look it up when I get home," said Brittany in her signature monotone yet innocent voice. This, as usual, solicited a smile from Santana.

"I don't care how long you've been in love," Kurt said, quickly exasperated with the whole situation. "Look, I love you both but you're only eighteen. You have your whole life to get married".

Just then, Mike spoke up. "I don't see what them being eighteen has to do with anything. My parents were married at eighteen and they're still together".

"Yeah but arranged marriages don't count, Panda Express," snapped Santana. "This is ridiculous," she added to Finn and Rachel.

"I'm sorry to hear that most of you feel that way," Rachel said quickly, speaking over the quiet buzz that was everyone turning to their neighbor and delivering opinions. "I'd hoped that you guys of all people would support our decision as we've always been there for each other". She paused, this one less scripted. "But your objections don't change our minds," she spoke for Finn, who glanced down at her. "We're going through with the wedding and those of you that don't support it, won't be getting an invitation".

Her eyes fell on Quinn for only a split second but the sadness in those brown eyes hit her like a tidal wave, nearly knocking her over. The blonde barely had enough time to get herself together before Rachel had already diva stormed out of the room.

A/N: Hi there! I'm back to writing fanfics, oh my~ This time I'm taking a crack at writing one of my favorite Glee non-canon!couple, Faberry. Hope you enjoy. And reviews are the air I breath, so drop one if you can :3 Thanks!