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Berry Merry Cheerio

All Well That Ends Well

Quinn took a deep breath. She must look like such an idiot. She had had bullied this girl for years, and only been her friend for a day, and now she was crushing on her like never before. She wasn't even gay, or so she thought.

"Yes." She murmured, gazing down at the floor. "Knew it!" She heard Santana exclaim, quite clearly bragging.

A moment later, and she felt a warm hand wrap around the flesh of her's, sending a tingle up her spine. Peering up, she saw what the source of the sensation was. "Rachel?"

"Rachel!"

"Brittany…."

"Santana!"

"Britt, lets go look at the roast duck!"

"Yay!"

Quinn nervously chuckled. "They're weird." She commented, trying to make the situation they were in a slight bit more light hearted.

"Agreed." Rachel replied, glancing into the eyes of the worried girl in front of her. "When did you get a crush on me?"

"Well," The blonde cheerleader began. "it was when I first met you, back when we were Freshmen. You know that feeling when your tummy goes fuzzy? Yeah, I got that. I couldn't handle it, and the only solution I could think of at the time was to torment you in all ways possible. As time went on, with Glee Club and my baby, I realized that bullying you wasn't the answer. My New Year's Resolution was to befriend you, which I did."

"And the note?"

"I'm pretty sure Santana probably told you already, but I tend to react on crushes very quickly."

"Yeah, she did. The note was very beautiful… although the moment was fairly ruined by the weird note that was also placed in my locker by Jacob Ben Israel."

Quinn snorted slightly. "Ew, he's a creep. Just ask me or Santana to beat him up for you if you want."

The small brunette she was talking to giggled "That snort was really cute, and thanks."

"So it's not weird that I fancy you?"

"Of course not, Quinn! Being raised by two gay fathers I have grown up from a young age accepting all sexualities. In fact, just the other day I-"

"Get to the point"

"The feeling is mutual."

"The what is what?"

"Nothing."

"You just said the feeling is mutual."

"In some ways, yes."

"Like?"

"You're attractive."

"And?"

"I think that maybe through your pregnancy I might have developed feelings for you?"

At that moment, Brittany came bouncing back. "I didn't know that roast duck was actually roasted duck!" She whined, looking rather disheartened.

Rachel turned to the ditzy blonde. "If you care for animals Brittany I do suggest you consider becoming vegan."

"Don't try converting her to your ways, Rach." Quinn joked, while Brittany stared at them both blankly.

"So do you two go out now?" She asked, a small grin slowly creeping onto her face.

The Faberry pair shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know if that would be so wise…"

"Why not? Me and Britt have been 'friends with benefits' for months." The three of them suddenly heard. Gazing up, they spotted Santana glaring at them expectantly.

"But won't people think that's sort of… weird? Y'know, because as far as half the school know, we hate each other." Rachel questioned.

"If they say something to either of you, I'll slap them so hard that they-" The Latina began to reply, but was interrupted. The bell rang, meaning it was time for Spanish.

"You know what, forget it. Lets just get to Spanish before Mr. Schue gets his musical-filled panites in a twist."

Spanish

"Alright class, turn to your partners and begin your Spanish conversations!" Mr. Schue announced, the whole room breaking out into lots of loud noise.

"It's like everyone is speaking another language…" Brittany mumbled, before turning around to face Santana.

Quinn and Rachel took this as the opportunity to continue their conversation from earlier. "Por lo tanto, Quinn. ¿Quieres darle una oportunidad?"

"Rachel, why are you speaking Spanish? We can just talk English, nobody will hear us." Quinn replied.

"Sorry, Quinn. So, do you?" The small brunette Cheerio apologised.

"Do I what?"

"Want to give a relationship between us a shot." Seeing Quinn's doubtful look, she added "Who cares what others think? We don't even know who half of them are."

Leaning in a lot closer than usually allowed by school policy in a classroom, Quinn began to whisper into her ear. "I'd love to."

The Next Day

It was early morning Cheerio practice. Santana and Brittany sat on the bleachers with their pinkies entwined together, while Quinn and Rachel sat next to them, holding hands. After spending many hours the night before discussing where their relationship status stood, they decided that they weren't going to hid their new found love for each other from anyone else. Santana gave all the Cheerios a death glare when they stared at them in confusion and disgust.

"Q! What is this?" The four girls jumped, cringing as they slowly turned to see who was talking to them, although they were all pretty sure who it was already. Sue Sylvester.

"Me and Rachel Berry are in a relationship." 'Q' announced (loud enough for everyone to hear), while confidently striding up towards the lady with her hands placed on her hips. The other cheerleaders erupted into mutters, their coach eyeing the Head Cheerio up and down.

"Aright. But if this effects us at Nationals, you're both off the squad." Said coach finally sighed, before grabbing her mega phone and screaming commandments to the rest of the team.

Rachel's next lesson was History, which wasn't with Quinn, Santana, or Brittany. The only person from the Glee Club who she was with for that period was Puck.

"How're you texting, Noah?" The brunette asked him, once in class. "I think texting is against the school rules."

"Says the person who bunked off lesson yesterday." The Mohawked boy replied, smirking.

"How did you know about that?" The shocked Cheerio snapped.

"I'm Puck, you don't think I know everything about everyone in the school?"

"What else do you know?"

"That you and Quinn are an item."

"And how do you know that?"

"Again, I know everything about everyone in the school."

"Who else knows?"

"Just me."

"Good. Don't tell anyone, until either me or Quinn personally specify."

"You got it, Berry."

Rachel's next movement was to grab her phone out of her bag and start texting, herself. "Berry's being bad ass!" She faintly heard coming from Puck, although she didn't bother replying because her mind was to engrossed on the figures she was typing out onto the screen.

"Hello Quinn. I hope I have not distracted you from your working environment. Is our plan for later still in motion? Xxx"

Sent. A few moments passed before her phone vibrated with a reply.

"Yes it is, why? Xxx" The message read.

"Because Noah knows about us. Don't ask how, he just seems to have a way with these things. I've sworn him to silence, so hopefully we'll be safe until Glee Club later today. Xxx"

"My gosh, how does he find these things out? Alright, Glee Club is after next lesson, so I think we'll make it until then. Xxx"

Rachel was about to start thudding on the keys again, but a harsh shrill interrupted her. "Rachel! Can you tell me what Hitler's idea of a perfect world was?"

It was her teacher, sarcasm dripping off her voice as she obviously knew that the small girl was texting instead of paying attention.

The startled dark haired girl began to splutter out words. "Quinn Fabray!" She announced, before covering her mouth with her hand. "I-I-I mean… my idea of a perfect world would be Quinn Fabray."

The class erupted into laughter, Rachel's cheeks turning bright red. Puck prodded her in the arm playfully with his knuckles, causing the brunette to feel even more embarrassed.

"That's very interesting Rachel. I would like know the full story to your conclusion. Oh, you know what? Stay behind class and you can explain it to me." The teacher spat, lots of "wheeeeys" breaking out across the room. Especially from Puck. Rachel gave him an evil look. Obviously some of Santana was rubbing off on her.

The bell rang. It was the end of the lesson. The guilty brunette stayed seated as everyone left the room. She had never been in trouble with a teacher before, so this was all new. At least this would be a funny story to tell Quinn later. Quinn. Quinn. All she could think about was Quinn. Not that she minded or anything.

The teacher berated her for what could only seem like 3 hours. In actual reality it was about 3 minutes, but still. After a few mumbles of "sorry", she was let free. She never liked that teacher much in the first place, and this certainly didn't do any favours in her judgement.

After turning up late to her Geography lesson, and briefly explaining (part) of what just happened to a very amused Kurt and Mercedes, it was time for Glee Club.

She met up with Quinn next to her locker, so that they could arrive together. They linked arms as they proudly strode down the school hallways, not caring about the looks some people were giving them. Upon arriving, the whole club were waiting for them in the choir room. As repeated from two days ago, when the news that Rachel had joined the Cheerios broke out, the whole club were gazing up at them both with big boggly eyes.

"Puck told us all a very juicy piece of gossip." Mercedes announced, Rachel and Quinn (and Santana, for that matter), giving said boy the most pissed off looks ever. He shrugged. "Sorry Berry."

Quinn sighed. "Alright, it's true. And we don't care if you want to spread it around the whole school, because we've already decided we're not going to hid our relationship. Looking at you, Kurt and Mercedes."

"B-but… how?" Finn questioned, actually looking quite hurt. "I thought you were straight, Rachel?"

"I'm bisexual, actually. And if you hadn't of broken up with me, I wouldn't have realized and found one of the greatest people in the school to have a relationship with. So thank you, Finn." His ex-girlfriend replied, a small hint of anger in her eyes.

"I'm psychopathic!" Brittany suddenly exclaimed out loud, breaking the tension.

"You're what?" Tina retorted, looking quite confused.

Santana whispered in the blonde's ear, some slight hand movements going on as she did. Her ditzy best friend then sprang up in her seat. "I meant… telepathic."

"How're you telepathic, Britt?" Rachel asked. She was going to have to get used to her new friend's slight dullness at times.

"I mean… me and San knew you two would end up together. It was like, an oath or something." Said friend replied, a smile shinier than Mr. Schue's hair after he's rubbed a fresh batch of gel into it.

Quinn chuckled. "That's not being telepathic, Britt. That's called being predicting of something that has nothing to do with you."

Santana scoffed. "Excuse me, Fabray, but if you weren't having unrequited eye sex with Man Hands every five seconds, then we wouldn't have noticed!"

"Stop the violence…" Brittany mumbled. She hated fights. Santana gazed at her with loving eyes, forgetting all about her previous anger.

"So that makes four lesbian Cheerios in Glee Club, then!" Puck announced.

"Actually Puck, as already stated, I am in fact attracted to both genders. So is Quinn, Santana, and Brittany." Rachel began to rant, but stopped when Quinn squeezed her hand.

Santana smirked. "Think about it, Puck. All four of us have made out with you, and all four of us have turned out to be bi. What does that say about you, sex shark?"

A few "Oooohs" rang around the room, the Latina giving herself a satisfied grin. A scowl spread across the Mohawked boy's face, but he remained silent.

Mr. Schue entered the room, oblivious to the discussion that had just taken place. "Hey guys!" He greeted in his usual cheerful way.

"Guess what, Quinn and Rachel are an item!" Kurt excitedly exclaimed, Rachel and Quinn both rolling their eyes.

"And they have a code name!" Brittany added. "Faberry!"

Quinn span around towards said girl. "Yeah well, Santana and Brittany have a code name as well! Brittana!" She announced.

Mr. Schue just stared at them as everyone laughed. A lot of pointless information had just been drilled into his head, after all.

"Right…." He began. "So, has anyone prepared a number for this weeks' assignment?"

Quinn gently arose from her seat. "Mr. Schue if I may?"

Whispering something to a bewildered Brad and the rest of the band dudes, she took her place in the middle of the room, signalling for the music to start playing.

"I am your biggest fan,

I'll follow you until you love me,

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Berry."

Little did Quinn actually know though, was that her mission was already accomplished.

"I am your biggest fan,

I've followed you and now you love me,

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Berry."

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