AN: I had fun writing "Ew" so I decided to write what happens after. And while this is marked as "Complete" I may add more to it, but I promise nothing so it will remain "Complete" though I won't mind if you choose to follow it. I just like the idea of Frannie and of Quinn having someone in her family being supportive of her being gay without having to get adjusted to it. Also, I like the idea of writing a story where the character that you're following isn't the main character, but instead someone who observes the main character.

I'd like to one day write a full fic like that.

Frannie waited until Rachel was picked to question her sister. There was no reason for her to jump to conclusions. Quinn was still a kid. Kids get curious, and when they get curious they do stuff. Frannie had been curious when she was a kid. Although at that age she wasn't at all curious about what it would feel like to kiss a girl. Thoughts like that wouldn't spring into her mind until years later… not that Frannie had ever sated those curiosities. Maybe later, like in college, but not here.

She cautiously entered her sister's room. Her nervousness was unwarranted, but with what she had witnessed earlier, Frannie wasn't taking any chances. It still surprised her how fast her little sis was growing up. The next thing she knows she'll probably end walking in on her while she's in the middle of having… never mind. That's not an image Frannie needs in her head. Besides, she has other things to worry about.

In the mirror, Frannie could see a goofy, love-struck grin upon her sister's face. She had it and she had it bad, that much was sure. Frannie couldn't even remember the last time she saw Quinn smile like that. That smile told Frannie everything she needed to know, but she had to be sure. She came up behind her and plopped herself down at the foot of the bed. "You look happy," she commented. "You and Rachel have fun?"

Quinn looked at her from over her shoulder. "Yeah, we did." Her cheeks immediately redden so she quickly turned away, but that only provided Frannie a better view of her reflection. Frannie would have chuckled and teased her sister, but this was a delicate matter. She got up and strolled over to Quinn, stopping just behind her seat.

"So what did you two do up here all this time?"

"Oh, you know," Quinn began as she got up and walked over to her dresser. "Stuff." She started busying herself with her clothes. Frannie shook her head. She should have predicted that Quinn would act this way.

"What kind of stuff?" she pressed on, approaching her little sis once more.

"Just stuff," Quinn answered once more, her posture stiffening slightly. Again she distanced herself from Frannie; this time in favor of lounging on her bed. "Just girl stuff. You would know about that."

"Girl stuff?" Frannie questioned skeptically. Quinn nodded eagerly, a little too eagerly. If Frannie didn't already know better she surely would have gotten suspicious over her sister's current behavior. "Right?" Frannie again took a seat at the foot of the bed. "Well, when I did girl stuff there usually wasn't that much kissing." Quinn's blush spread throughout her face. She pulled her legs close to her as she curled up into a ball.

"Okay, we kissed," she admitted. "What's wrong with that? You and your boyfriend kiss."

"Well yeah, but that's because he's my boyfriend. Rachel's just your friend."

"Oh." Quinn's face fell. Her brow scrunched together as she thought her situation over. "So I can't just kiss friends?" Frannie nodded solemnly. Despite how perfect she knew Rachel would be for Quinn she kind of wished that that would be the end of it, at least for now. It seemed like only yesterday that she first held her baby sister in her arms. Time sure does fly by. "And you're only allowed to kiss your boyfriend or girlfriend?" Quinn continued to get some clarification.

"Yep, that's how it works."

"Oh." Quinn pouted. "That's not fair," she complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Maybe not, but that's just how it is kiddo." Frannie walked over and ran a hand through Quinn's hair, messing it up. Quinn shot backwards and huffed at her before straightening out her hair. She hated whenever Frannie did that, which is the main reason Frannie loved doing it. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Besides, you're lucky; I was a bit older than you before I got my first kiss."

The admission seemed to help lighten Quinn's mood, but she was clearly still upset. "I don't get it," she whined. "Why can't I kiss Rachel? Why can't I kiss her unless…" Suddenly her eyes lit up. "Can't I just ask her to be my girlfriend?" she squeal, leaping out of bed, her body humming with energy. "Then we could be girlfriends, right?"

"I guess-"

"We could, couldn't we?"

"You could, but-"

"Then we'd be a couple, and then we'd get married one day." She paused briefly, an image of her wedding day flashing through her mind. "Rachel would look so beautiful in a wedding dress, wouldn't she?" Quinn just kept going. She wouldn't stop so Frannie jumped in, clasping a hand over her mouth; if their parents came home early and found her talking saying these things… Frannie didn't even want to think about what they would do if that happened.

"Woah, woah. Slow down sis." She chuckled at Quinn's muffled words. Her little sister was glaring at her and Frannie could help but find the situation a bit ironic. On many occasions Quinn would be doing this same thing to Rachel whenever she got started on one of her rants. Apparently, some of Rachel had rubbed off on Quinn. "The two of you can't become girlfriends just like that." Quinn's murmurings stopped as her face scrunched in confusion. Frannie took a chance and removed her hands from Quinn's mouth.

"We can't? Why… Oh, I get it. I have to take her out on a date first!" Completely forgetting the fact that she was mad at her, Quinn jumped forward and wrapped her arms around Frannie's waist. "Thanks sis." She pulled back and quickly maneuvered around her to get to her bedside table. On it was a star-shaped piggy bank that Rachel had given to her on her most recent birthday. Quinn opened it up and spilled its contents onto her bed. She then proceeded to count. "How much does it cost to buy some tickets at the theatre?"

Slightly shocked over the turn of events, it took Frannie a bit to respond. "What?"

"The theatre," Quinn repeated, going through her quarters. "Rachel loves musicals so I'm sure she'd love to see their next show." Frannie found herself smiling beside herself. This was happening. Her sister was really growing up… just a little too fast, Frannie was sad to admit. She sat down and scooped up all of Quinn's savings, mixing up the piles that she had already finished sorting. "Hey!" Quinn yelled, trying to retrieve her money before Frannie deposited back into her star-shaped piggy bank. "What did you that for?!"

"Relax, Quinn," Frannie told her. "You save your money, I'll pay for the tickets and I'll even drive you there, okay?"

"You don't have to do that Frannie."

"I know. I want to. Besides, wouldn't want to miss out on my baby sis's first date, now would I?"

Again Quinn hugged her. "Thanks. You're the best big sister ever."

"No problem, I love you."

AN: So as I wrote above, I may add more here. If anything is added, it'll probably be only major events so they'll likely be time gaps. But remember, I promise nothing... though a couple of ideas and some reviews may give me just inspiration I need.

Not that I'm trying to bribe you or anything...