A/N: Everyone on Tumblr who is a part of the fandom knows that the Anderberry verse is nothing short of being completely and utterly amazing. For those who don't know, the verse is where Blaine and Rachel are brother and sister and/ or twins. Let it be known that the Rachel I wrote is the furthest thing from being canon. She's still a slight diva, but with more of an 'Im-hot-and-I-know-it' attitude, I suppose.

For those who follow my other story 'Love that Man', I'm updating very soon and I apologize because it has been months, since I first updated it. But life got in the way.

Anyways, on with the story :)

"Oh Rachel, I'm gonna kill you!"

"What happened dear brother," Rachel asked innocently as her eyes went wide, but her face turned into a knowing smirk. "I haven't a clue of what you speak of," she continued to say as Blaine repeatedly kept banging on the door to her bedroom.

Rachel knew that her that her twin, Blaine, had a rather large infatuation with one of their friends. She had found out many months ago and held it over his head, and had Blaine doing whatever she needed in order to keep her fat mouth closed. But knowing Rachel Anderson, it couldn't have stayed shut for much longer, which was probably why he was outside her door …

The thing was, the Anderson twins never argued that much; they stood out of each other's way. Yes, while they're brother and sister, twin brother and sister, they hated to be grouped together at every opportunity that was given. And that included the glee club, despite the fact they their voices meshed pretty much perfectly together.

Rachel would rather have the spotlight to herself instead of sharing it. Blaine would rather sing with a certain, beautiful boy, who went by the name of Kurt.

"Don't play stupid with me, you know what you did Rach!"

She got off her bed, and shuffled over to the locked door, "care to further explain your constant screeching?" He sighed and leaned his head against the door. "Will you please open up? I seriously am not going to dad about this. It's already embarrassing enough as it is," Blaine said, sounding exhausted.

Blaine had hope, though he knows his sister can be very cruel at times, that she would show him sympathy, since technically 'it was her fault'.

Rachel ignored his plea, "I don't understand why you're upset honestly, and you should be thanking me. If it wasn't for me," she took a dramatic pause then spoke again, "you wouldn't have a date with him," she said knowingly. She then went to open her door to see a gawking Blaine.

She suspected that this would have been the right time that her brother would be talking about how everything had gone to shit now that she had spilled his 'little secret', even though the entire glee club, with the exception of Kurt, knew. Instead, Blaine was still standing in front of her, stunned into silence.

Blaine finally regained his ability to speak, "I-I, I don't believe you. Prove it."

Rachel retreated back into her bedroom and picked up her bedazzled star phone (A/N: I will always love how the whole Klaine fandom knows that Kurt had an iPhone, and this is just what I think she has because … she's Rachel) and started to press a few buttons.

Blaine had walked behind her and was looking at her with curiosity, but soon it was no longer curiosity, more like panic.

"Hi Kurt!"

And by panic, it was close to Blaine literally hurting Rachel. He started mouthing to her saying, 'no', 'cut it out', 'hang up', or anything else that would get her to stop talking to Kurt. She just turned her back to him and continued talking through her phone.

"So Blainey boy here doesn't believe that I, Rachel Anderson, am telling him the truth. Would you be oh so nice to try and um … convince him perhaps?" she sarcastically questioned Kurt, easily knowing that answer would be a yes.

She forgot to mention to Blaine, in passing, that Kurt had finally figured out he was truly 'capitol G-gay' when he met Blaine a year and a half ago. Meaning, Kurt is gay because of Blaine. What Blaine didn't know, couldn't hurt him. Or well, in this case, it actually did.

"Rachel, you sneaky, sneaky girl, you are making this so funny, but he's probably dying now," Kurt's voice said through her phone. Blaine tried to make out what Kurt said, but to no avail.

"No, he's not dying, he's already dead," she replied, throwing a glance at Blaine, who was running his fingers through his curly mop of a thing he called hair. Both she and Kurt laughed through the phone as Blaine started to pace around her room.

Though Blaine's blood wasn't boiling quite yet, he was becoming impatient and grabbed Rachel by the shoulders. "Rachel, I'm begging, again. Come on! That's twice now in the last five minutes!" She gazed at him for a moment, and then said, "Kurt, do you want to figure all the details out with him right now for the date?" He replied with a simple yes.

Blaine instantly grabbed the phone out of Rachel's hand and spoke into it, "hello?" he said eagerly. He started smiling when Kurt replied and Rachel was happy that Blaine had finally found someone that he could possibly love. She quickly snapped out of her little 'lovey dovey sister' zone and realized that Blaine was walking out of her room. And for some reason, with her phone as well.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going with my phone, huh?" Blaine just ignored her and walked over to his room that was across the hall and then shut it, because his date was real with Kurt and ohmygod, he has to figure out what they're going to do on said date.

Rachel marched out of her room and goes up to his door.

"I better have that phone back at 10:07! Quinn and I are supposed to have phone sex tonight!"

~10:00 P.M. ~

Rachel was busy singing to herself, hoping that Blaine hadn't forgot what she yelled to him through his door, because who wanted to miss out on sex over the phone with their drop dead gorgeous, blonde girlfriend? Not Rachel Anderson, that's who.

She heard her door creak open, but didn't think anyone had come in. Before she knew what was happening, she was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. It was Blaine.

"If you ever try fucking with me again, you are so going down."

"No problem, twin, now hand over my phone, and go call Kurt on your own phone, because I need to call Quinn and make her all hot and bothered," she said with a sadistic grin.

"God, thanks Rachel, I really didn't need that visual," Blaine said as he scurried away towards the door.

"Just wait till you and Kurt get there," she yelled at his retreating form, "you won't be able to get enough of him! You'll see!"

I know that if you love Faberry as much as I do, you're like an idiot. I hadn't even planned on writing that part, but once I thought of it, it was just too perfect not to have it in the story.

I was thinking of maybe a follow up of maybe the aftermath of the date? Or the actual date that Klaine goes on?

Just let me know! Reviews make Faberry's sex better, just saying.

Love, Dwimmer-Crafty.