Happy Birthday, Quinn
Couple: Rachel/Quinn (Faberry)
Summary: Every year for her birthday, Quinn blows out the candles on her cake and wishes for true love. On her eighteenth birthday she finally gets her wish, but it's not the kind of true love she expected.
A/N: The italic parts are flashbacks.

Just a regular Monday afternoon and the Glee Club is gathered in the choir room. Except it isn't just a regular Monday. It's my birthday. The big 1-8. I don't feel very different.

"To Quinn, on her eighteenth birthday, the Glee Club would like to dedicate a song to you," Mr. Schue says, looking at me.

I wake up from daydreaming about god knows what, "What? They would? They are?"

The group all stand up as they start an intense performance of a song I've never really heard before, but it sounds amazing as they sing it. A certain brunette is singing lead, and it warms my heart.

"I've wanted to tell you for so long," Rachel says, as both girls are standing in the auditorium, "I think I have feelings for you."

I stare astounded at her, as these were the least expected words I ever thought I'd hear from her, "You have feelings for me?"

"I can't help it, it's like. Like you and I make sense together, somehow," she says, staring directly in to my eyes.

I shake my head, "That's where you're wrong. We don't make any sense at all together."

As the song ends, I applaud and stand up, walking up to the group of people I have come to love and to concider family. We all share a massive group hug, as they shout:

"Happy birthday!"

My eyes land on her and they don't seem to want to let go of this view. She looks perfect today. To me, she always does.

"Here it is!" Mike suddenly calls, walking in and carrying a huge cake.

It reads 'Happy Birthday Quinn' in frosting. It looks delicious. But not as delicious as that one cake I tasted, about two months back.

"What the hell, Berry?" I exclaim, when I see the small 17 year old make her up to me, carrying a cake with lemon jelly, "What is this for?"

"Because you got in!" Rachel smiles, handing me a spoon, "UCLA will be very lucky to have you."

I can't help but smile so wide it looks like I slept with a hanger in my mouth, "You are quite charming, Rachel Berry, you know that?"

And the cake was the best cake I've ever tasted.

"Go on, blow the candles out," Brittany says impatiently.

I lean forward, pulling my hair behind my back as I blow every single candle out. And I wish for true love, like I always do. This time, I think I might be lucky enough to get it.

"What'd you wish for?" Sam asks, and I turn to look at Rachel.

Grinning, I reply, "What I always wish for."

And Rachel happens to know what that is.

"What'd you wish for?" 11 years earlier, in the backyard, with all my friends and family.

"True love," I honestly reply, "Everyone should have true love, and I'm hoping this might make me find mine."

A 7 year old Rachel smiles at me, "That's a great thing to wish for."

Walking closer to the tiny brunette, I bite my lower lip, "So am I going to get it?"

"Your wish? I don't know, it depends on what you wished for," Rachel replies.

I chuckle, "Oh, I think you know, Berry."

"Happy birthday Quinn," Rachel says, leaning forward and kissing my cheek, "I hope you get your wish, I really do."

And I understand. She's not ready to tell the world yet. But she wishes she could. And that means more to me than anything. It's as close to my wish as I'll get right now and I guess I'll take it.