AN: So…some of you might know that there is a script for the season two finale (New York) floating around on Tumblr. It includes some deleted/not-used dialogue that provides the launching point for this one-shot.

Kurt twirled his finger in the air. "While I admire the effort behind the Fabray/Berry composition, I don't think it has the right tone – not enough pizazz – for us to win Nationals. We need…"

Rachel glared over at Kurt. "Berry/Fabray, but please continue."

"We need…"

Quinn shot Rachel a dirty look. "No. It is Fabray/Berry."

"Alphabetically, it should be Berry/Fabray."

"Not if we list our first names as well. Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry."

"And why would we do that? No one does that!"

Brittany piped up. "Why not put your initials together? It could be BF. Like best friends!"

Santana smirked. "Nice try, Britt-Britt, but these two are hardly BFs."

"As I was saying, we need…"

Quinn glanced at Brittany. "Anyway, it should be FB. That sounds better."

"How so? Brittany made a logical point, even though I could never see us just using the first letter of our last names. Yet, if we were, the B would come before the F. Again, it is alphabetically correct that way."

"No. It sounds better as FB."

"Because your initial comes first that way!"

"Do you actually want people to associate us with the term BF? Best friends? Really, Rachel?"

"FB sounds too much like Facebook. We could possibly get in trouble for copyright infringement. I think we should go back to Berry/Fabray. That way, we stay within the boundaries of tradition. Like Lennon/McCartney!"

Santana's eyes opened wider. "Don't get ahead of yourself there, Berry/Fabray."

Quinn gaped at Santana. "Hey, wait! Don't include me in Rachel's delusions of grandeur. But, still, it's Fabray/Berry."

Kurt covered his face with his hands. "I don't like what I started. Make it stop."

Santana laughed so loudly that Kurt nearly fell off the couch. "You should have known better! These two could go all night."

Brittany giggled.

Quinn turned to face her. "What? Why are you laughing?"

Santana leered at Quinn. "Brittany is just naturally very happy."

Rachel furrowed her brow. "But why is she laughing so hard?"

Brittany collapsed against Santana. "San…San…I think I like FB better…"

"…Thank you! I…"

"…Because it could stand for fuck buddies."

Santana leaned heavily against Brittany and giggled wildly. "Oh, that is too much Brittany! You are so spot-on."

Quinn stood up and pointed a warning finger at the two girls. "You need to explain yourselves."

Santana wiped at her eyes. "Drop the charade and join the gay parade."

"The what?"

"We heard you last night. With Rachel. Kind of a bold and kinky move, Fabray, when there were six other girls in the room."

Rachel covered her face with a pillow. "Oh my God. Oh my God. I told you we should have waited until we were back home. This is almost as bad – no, it's probably worse – than that time your mom walked in on us."

All eyes turned to Quinn.

Santana had a shit-eating grin on her face. "Last night wasn't the first time? This is seriously, seriously more than I could have ever even dreamed of."

Quinn glowered at Santana. "You've been dreaming of me and Rachel having sex, huh?"

Santana stopped laughing. "Wait, no! I meant…"

Rachel removed the pillow from her face and sat up. "Nevermind, Santana. While I do not condone the term that Brittany used, there is some appeal to using FB over BF."

Quinn frowned. "And why are you suddenly coming around?"

"Because, Quinn, it could just as well stand for friends with benefits."

Brittany looked skeptical. "But there's no W in either of your names."

Quinn smiled at Rachel. "That would actually work if we made it Fabray with Berry."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What does any of this have to do with Nationals?"