AN: Hi All :) I wrote these random drabbles for fun and just figured I'd post them here. I found a bunch of online writing prompts and then just let my imagination go from there. Most of it sticks to the canon of the universe (with the devastatingly obvious exception that Faberry exists), but some things are borne from my own personal head-canon so I'm sorry if there's some small discrepancies. Similarly, I haven't gone to any great lengths to edit these, and some of them are quite old, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in grammar or whatnot. Anyway-enjoy!

Prompt 1: Wild Night:

Rachel opened a bleary eye and was just about to open the other when she took in the blaring sunlight streaming through the bedroom window—there were usually blinds closed on that window. Why weren't the blinds closed?

Reaching across the bed, she had a dawning realization that the open blinds probably had something to do with the absence of a certain blonde in the bed next to her. Quinn's place was warm, so she obviously hadn't been up long, but Rachel still pouted at her lack of presence when her girlfriend so obviously needed her. Instead of calling Quinn's name she let out a loud groan and sure enough, Quinn had heard her and appeared in the doorway within seconds.

"How are you feeling?" the taller girl asked, sitting gingerly on the bed next to Rachel and holding out a steaming cup of tea.

"Like hell," Rachel moaned, squinting her eyes and taking the tea from Quinn. She bent over to take a sip but recoiled at the smell. "Ugh, I'm sorry I can't even think about putting things in my stomach right now," Quinn looked a little affronted at having her tea rejected, but her face smoothed over into a sympathetic expression when she saw how pale Rachel was.

"Maybe that's best…" she frowned, crawling under the covers and reaching out her arms for Rachel to cuddle into. "You drank so much last night."

"Please don't remind me," Rachel winced. "And if you so much as utter the word vodka, I'm going to vomit all over you."

Quinn scrunched up her nose and began playing with Rachel's hair.

"No thank you," she giggled. "You did enough of that last night."

"What?" Rachel's head shot up from Quinn's chest, an action she regretted immediately after. "Did I really? I vomited on you? I don't remember… Oh my god Quinn I'm so sorry!"

Quinn giggled again and guided Rachel's head back to her chest.

"I'm teasing you babe. You did puke. A lot. Just not on me."

"On anyone?" Rachel asked, timidly.

"No, and thankfully you made it to the toilet too. With a lot of help from me, I might add," she chuckled, remembering how Rachel had insisted she was completely fine and could still make it for another round at the next bar they had gone to. Half an hour later found the sick Brunette hunched over the toilets in the bar with her girlfriend rubbing her back and holding her hair out of the way.

"Thanks for taking care of me," Rachel mumbled, scooting her body closer so that she was flush against Quinn.

"Of course," Quinn said matter-of-factly. "It's not like I was going to leave you there."

"No but, you know what I mean. I know you don't like when I drink that much…" Rachel trailed off, referring to the fights they used to have when Rachel would come home from cast parties completely wasted and puking on the doorstep.

"It's not like that anymore, Rach. You weren't with some sleezbags at random skeevy New York City clubs. You were with me. I mean, I did tell you to slow down on the shots, but you know…arguing with you is rather tough, especially when I was pretty wasted myself."

"You were more high than you were drunk though, right?" Rachel asked, nuzzling her nose into Quinn's neck.

"So you do remember some of the night," Quinn laughed, rubbing small circles on her girlfriend's back.

"Pieces of it. You and Santana got stoned before we even left the apartment."

Quinn didn't miss the hint of an accusatory tone.

"Rachel come on, you know I'm more lucid when I'm high than drunk anyway. I needed to be on my top game because I knew you wanted to drink so I had to look out for you. But believe me, I was plenty drunk as well," Quinn assured her.

"I know, I'm sorry. To each her own. You know I just hate the smell."

Quinn knew there was more to pot that Rachel hated, but she didn't want to dreg up a negative past, and she accepted Rachel's placating gesture as a peace offering.

"So I take it you're not going to want breakfast?" Quinn asked playfully, entwining their legs and pulling Rachel farther on top of her.

Rachel groaned, clutching at her stomach and closing her eyes.

"Sorry, sorry," Quinn bit her lip. "I didn't realize you were really that nauseous. But if it makes you feel better, I don't think there's anything else in your stomach to come up."

Rachel winced again and hugged Quinn's middle.

"Stop talking about throwing up before I do it all over you."

"Hmmm, what was that Miss Berry? What are you going to do all over me?" Quinn teased, making her way to cup Rachel's ass, squeezing quickly.

"Quinn if you think I'm up for having sex right now then you've got another thing coming," Rachel mumbled into Quinn's neck.

"I'd like to have another thing coming," Quinn bit her lip, stifling her laughter.

"Quinn!"

"Sorry, love, it was just too easy. I'll let you rest if you want…" she said, taking her hands off of Rachel's ass.

"Yes please," Rachel nodded imperceptibly and gave Quinn's neck a tiny kiss. "Stay with me though? You know I hate waking up and seeing you're not there."

"I know, I'm sorry. I figured you'd be feeling kind of punchy and might want tea."

"Well I do appreciate it, but right now I'd rather have you." Rachel yawned and melded her body more softly into Quinn's side, luxuriating under the soft touches the blonde was administering to her back.

"Close your eyes and relax, Rach. We don't have to do anything for hours. I'll be here when you wake up and then you can drink your tea," Quinn offered, now running her fingers against Rachel's scalp and through her hair.

"I love you," Rachel breathed out.

"Love you too, drunky."