AN: Okay so I'd like to get a couple things out of the way first.
1. Each chapter of this fic (unless otherwise stated) will be standalone One-Shots. This will be due to the fact that the fic still centers around Frannie's involvement in the romantic life of Rachel and Quinn. Thus, there will be time gaps as Frannie will be off at college and therefore will not be around for their day to day lives.
2. I may write a few chapters in between Frannie-centric chapters that focus primarily on Rachel and Quinn. If I do, then Frannie will still be shown, if only briefly.
3. Currently, I have three more ideas for chapters, none of which have been written. I still need to work out my time frame as well as come up with other scenarios that will fit in between these events.
4. I don't plan for this to be very long as it's not a real fic in the sense that there's no real conflict throughout it. When conflict is present, it will most likely be mentioned in exposition. Nonetheless, I do plan to make this longer than "Kisses Are for Boyfriends... And Girlfriends" (the '...' does not show up, but I did not know that at first)
If one were to ask Frannie what she liked most about college her answer would be the extra sleep she gets. Usually, her response would gain questioning looks; completely understandable. Only someone who has lived the life of a Fabray would know how busy her life used to be. Being the perfect daughter had been excruciating and college is nothing in comparison. Suffice to say, Frannie enjoys her beauty sleep. And so when she's roused from it early, she's not very pleased.
The ringing she heard isn't clear at first. Initially, it almost sounds like her alarm. But when she reached to shut it off, nothing happened. Still drowsy, it took Frannie a moment to gather her senses. And when she did, she realized that it had been her phone and not her alarms to wake her. Groaning, she reached to answer. "I swear to God, you must be crazy to-"
"Frannie?"
The quiet tone on the other end quickly dissipated Frannie's anger. "Quinn?" she responded, her tone softer, more subdued. "What are you doing calling me this late?" A long yawn involuntarily escaped her lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot about the time difference." Quinn's words came out fast, nervous. "I'll call back tomorrow."
"Wait, wait," Frannie interrupted before her sister could hang up. "I'm already up." She tossed her legs off the side of the bed and got to her feet. After a bit of stretching, Frannie headed for the door. Her roommate wasn't exactly the heaviest sleeper. Frannie slipped outside and leaned back on the door once she's in the hall. "All right, so what's up?" Frannie didn't get an immediate answer and it kind of bothered her; she's always got particularly grumpy when she first gets up. "Today Quinn, I have classes in the morning," she tried not to sound mean, but she knew that she's failed there when she received more apologies.
"All right. Okay." Frannie heard heavy panting from the other line. She could almost see her little sister trying to draw up the courage to say what she's trying to say. The only problem was that Frannie has no idea what she was trying to say. "Okay, so um… say you like someone, right?" Well, that helped narrow things down.
"Right."
"And they like you back."
"Okay."
"How do you ask this person out?" Quinn was met with silence. "Frannie?" Frannie slid down the door until she was sat on the floor. Her brow furrowed and she scratched her head while she listened to her sister repeatedly call out her name.
"We're talking about Rachel, right?"
"Um… yeah."
"Then what's the problem?" Frannie asked in a whiny tone. It was far too early for her to piece things together on her own. "You've already asked her out before," she pointed out. "And isn't she your girlfriend." Frannie pulled the phone away from her mouth to yawn again. When she brought it back to her ear, Quinn was arguing with her over something. "What was that?" Wrong choice of words, as Quinn growled in frustration.
"Are you not listening to me?!" She made another noise of annoyance. Yet again, Frannie was forced to pull her phone away. Quinn could get loud when she wanted to. "This is different Frannie. We're not kids anymore! And, and… you lied to me." Her accusation caused Frannie to jump to her feet.
"No, I…" She would have liked to have said that she hadn't; that she had been completely honest with her little sister, but that wasn't true. The way she suddenly stumbled on her words would have been answer enough, but it wasn't enough for Frannie. "Okay, fine. I did lie," she admitted. "But it was only to protect you."
"I know. Thank you."
"Do you forgive me?"
"Of course, you're my big sis." Frannie could hear some laughter which caused her to smile.
"All right." Frannie leaned back once more, sliding down to the floor. "So what's the problem exactly?" Frannie had her guesses, but she couldn't be quite sure, and part of her expected the worst. She could tell that Quinn was still nervous so she decided that she should start things up. "Are you worried she won't say yes? You shouldn't be; the two of you have gone out plenty of times before."
"Yeah, but… I'm not even sure if you can really call those dates."
"They better have been dates," Frannie responded teasingly. "You have any idea how much money and time I spent chauffeuring the two of around town?" Quinn giggled but gave no vocal response. "Quinn, you do know that I can't see you shaking your head?"
"Oh. Yeah, I… wait, how did you know-"
"I'm your sister Quinn. It's kind of my job." They shared a good laugh and Frannie went on with her previous point. "Rachel adores you Quinn. And I know her just about as much as I know you, so I know that she'll look as those days and see them as your first dates." She let the words sink in for a moment before continuing on. "Rachel's a romantic, you know that Quinn. She's all for the whole 'one true love' idea, and you know that she's already writing drafts for her memoirs about how you first asked her out. Maybe things have changed, but obviously your feelings for her haven't."
"No… they haven't."
"And I promise you, her feelings for you haven't changed either. Rachel loves you Quinn."
"Thanks Frannie."
"No problem." She yawned again. "Now if you don't mind…"
"Right, of course. Bye." Quinn hung up and let herself fall back onto her bed. She held her phone above her as she stared at the screen while she scrolled through her contacts list. One by one she passed them by until she hit the one that she was looking for. Quinn was still nervous. She knew that she was gay, even if it took her a while to admit and accept that fact. And she knew that she didn't want to be with anyone other than Rachel. She pressed the call button and pulled her phone up to her ear.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three.
"Hello?"
"Rachel?"
"Quinn! Hi, it's good to hear from you." Quinn could already feel butterflies in her stomach. It had been over three years she since had initially felt this sensation, and not once had Quinn ever found a way to ease the fluttering. "I was just in the middle of practicing. Maybe I can sing to you," she excitedly proposed. "It's always nice to have an audience."
"That sounds fun," Quinn answered honestly, but the way her voice broke made her sound less than enthused. If Rachel noticed, she didn't mention it. She quickly started to perform but Quinn interrupted before she could get too into it. "Wait!" She knew that Rachel would be upset with her, but she needed to say this now before she chickened out. "I have to ask you something first."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Would you… would you like to go on a picnic this weekend?"
"A picnic? You mean like a date?"
"Yeah, if you want it to be a date. I'd like it to be a date, but if you just want to be friends then-"
"Quinn, shush." Quinn did as told. "I've been waiting for you to ask me out for so long."
"You have?"
"I have," Rachel admitted, albeit a bit reluctantly. "I know you're scared. So am I." The bright and exuberant tone Rachel had previously was replaced with a quiet and meek one. "The rules to dating are a lot more complicated than we used to think." She forced out a laugh to ease the tension and heard Quinn give one back in return. "I wanted to ask you out myself, but I didn't want to push you away in case you weren't ready."
"So you'll go out with me?" Melodious laughter erupted into Quinn's ear.
"Yes, of course."
"Okay… um, bye Rachel."
"Bye Quinn."
Quinn dropped her phone and let out a silent scream as her body flailed about. She said yes. She said yes. This whole time she had worried over nothing. She took a moment to regain her breath and to allow her heart to slow down to a normal pace. After which, Quinn picked her phone back up. As she stared at the scream she wondered if she should call her sister back to tell her the good news. She probably shouldn't, but she was far too excited to do otherwise.
One ring.
Two.
"I swear to God! Whoever you are, I'm going to find you and rip your-"
"She said yes! Rachel said yes!" Even through her excitement, Quinn could hear Frannie groan.
"Good for you sis. Now if you want to actually go out on your date I suggest you let me sleep of else I'll take the earliest flight I can, fly back to Lima and kick your ass."
"Thanks sis," Quinn said, ignoring her sister's threat.
"Whatever…" Frannie tried to act passive. "Just let me sleep, and… have fun."
AN: It might take a while for an update as there is one particular thing that I've haven't been able to make my mind up about which would be the reaction of Russell and Judy.
On the one hand, while we haven't actually seen them in this -verse, it can be assumed that they're less strict than their canon counterparts do to the fact that they have no problems with their daughter being friends with the daughter of two gay men. On the other hand, I really want Quinn to move in with Rachel. Cause you just know that'll lead to a lot of awkwardness, especially once they start learning about sex.
On an unrelated note, I really want to write a mystery. Although, that's probably because I recently rewatched Veronica Mars. Anyone remember Jenny Budosh?