AN: Hey everybody, here's an update. And now I am going to work on my contribution for Faberry Week. To answer a question from one of my reviews, each piece written for Faberry Week will be stand-alone pieces unless otherwise stated. As such, none are planned to be part of this fic. Anyway, I might be going silent for the rest of the month, but I'll try my best to keep updating.

"It's open!" Quinn called out when she heard a loud knock on her door. She grew a bit puzzled when it didn't open immediately. It was still early in the day and she was happily snuggled in with her girlfriend. There were very few things that could get her out of bed under these circumstances. It didn't take her much thought to decide that she'd rather stay in bed.

But just as she was wrestling some of the covers from Rachel, Quinn heard Frannie's voice call out to her. "Nothing's going on in there, right?" Quinn shot up into a sitting position and glared at her still closed door. She could easily imagine her sister's face at the thought of them doing stuff. It had been an honest mistake made in the heat of the moment, but Frannie wasn't taking any chances and it was annoying Quinn to death.

"No!"

"Are you decent?"

"Yes!"

"How about Rachel?"

"God Fran! Nothing's going on!" She had hoped that would have been enough, but still the door remained shut. Quinn made a sound of aggravation to which she earned a giggle from her girlfriend. Her anger dissipated instantly as she looked down at her. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Uh-uh," Rachel shook her head wearily and even though Quinn was certain that she was telling the truth, she was still mad at her sister. And it didn't help that Frannie chose that moment to finally poke her head inside. She eyed the two of them carefully and once she was certain that they were both fully clothed and neither one of them were up to any shenanigans she slipped inside.

"See? Do you want me to toss the covers off too, just to make sure?"

Frannie recoiled slightly and shook her head. "No thanks."

"Care to tell me why you decided to wake us up so early?" Quinn asked with a raised eyebrow. She used up no effort to hide her agitation. Right now Quinn needed her sleep. With classes, Cheerios and the Prom coming up she had been busy lately. If not for her girlfriend's help, Quinn may not have even been able to get any sleep. Of course, there were also the occasions when Rachel would be the reason she was deprived of her rest. But she was totally worth the risk.

"Don't you remember? Your campaign?"

"Oh, right." Without a second though Quinn jumped out of bed and grabbed some posters as well as a box of buttons. In a flash she was out the door, only to come back in to give Rachel a quick kiss and to tell her, "Sorry baby, I need to start hanging these up and passing these out. You go ahead and do your morning routine. I'll meet you at school." And without waiting for Rachel respond, Quinn was once again out the door, leaving a speechless girlfriend behind.

"O-okay. Bye sweetheart! I'll see you… later." A frown set itself onto her face. She moved her legs towards the edge of the bed, but she soon changed her mind and instead went back to lying down. Frannie tossed her a concerned look.

"You all right?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Frannie insisted.

"Absolutely."

"Okay, but if you're not…"

"I know. But I'm fine, really." Frannie nodded and started for the door. From downstairs, Quinn yell about what was taking her so long to which Frannie responded with, "Hey, I'm not the one that decided to wake up late! Just get in the car; I'll be there in a bit!"

Rachel watched her leave, and once she was certain that she was gone, Rachel reached for Lambchop and hugged him close. Prom was coming up; their Senior Prom to be exact. The two of them had talked a lot about it. Naturally, they were going together. It was bound to be a great night. Rachel had already gotten her dress and had also picked the perfect corsage for Quinn; a Gardenia with a light green ribbon to compliment her eyes.

Even though Quinn had always been more open about what the importance of Prom meant to her, it had equal importance to Rachel. And so the fact that Quinn was running for Prom Queen slightly upset Rachel, even if she would never say it. She couldn't say it. Quinn had always and would always support her through everything. It would be selfish for her to do anything less than the same.

After a while Rachel got up and brought Lambchop with her as she prepared for the day. She forewent her usual routine, partially because it was already too late in the day but mostly because she wasn't really in the mood. As a way to keep her mind off things, Rachel decided to look around to see if she could find Quinn's Prom dress.

At school, Quinn and Frannie were busily putting Quinn's posters for her Prom Queen campaign. She her main competition would be Santana, although her best friend was doing much in terms of campaigning. Quinn was more or less a shoo-in, but she wasn't taking any chances. Frannie watched her from out of the corner of her eye. Quinn was happy, unbelievably so. So much in fact that she had somehow become blind to her girlfriend's feelings.

Frannie knew that things like that would happen occasionally, but Quinn and Rachel were typically better than that. Not always, but typically. She was pretty disappointed that Quinn couldn't notice it this time. Part of her wanted to intervene, but she couldn't keep doing that. Her sister would just have to learn from her own mistakes. She couldn't help but sigh.

"Fabray!" At the loud beckoning of her surname Frannie turned to the familiar sight of her former cheer coach. She opened her mouth to greet her but was immediately interrupted by a hand gesture from Sue. "I know, I know; it's great to see me, but I don't need all the hero worship. And besides, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. You know that Prom is coming up?"

"Yeah, I'm actually helping my sis with-"

"Good for you, being a responsible older sister. Never would want to be one myself, but good for you. But enough about you." Sue began to walk and motioned for Frannie to follow. With a sigh, Frannie followed as she continued to try to put up posters. "You see we're down a few chaperones and since you're the first able-bodied person that I've found since I heard this news, I thought, why not you? So what do you say?"

"I'd love to Coach, but-"

"Great! Good to see that I can still count on you!" She gave Frannie a powerful pat on the back that nearly knocked her off her feet. "You should bring your boyfriend; he can help out too."

"I don't have a boyfriend," Frannie regretfully admitted.

"Oh. Girlfriend like your sister, huh?"

"No…"

"Well that's embarrassing Fabray. You and I need to hit the town some day; help you find someone." Frannie fought the urge to cringe at the thought. She was only partially successful. "It's pathetic Fabray, really it is. If I didn't like you so much I'd be forced to cut all ties with you to avoid embarrassment through association." Sue gave the time a quick check. "Well, it's been fun, but I'm expecting a phone call from the President so you'll have to excuse me."

Frannie waited until Sue was gone to scoff. "Same old Sue."

"Hey, what are you doing? Get to hanging Fran!"

"Don't be giving me orders!"

The rest of Quinn's campaign went along in a similar fashion. Frannie put up with it mostly because she was a good sister, but also because she had hoped that with her help Quinn would have some more free time on her hand. Though she didn't want to intervene directly, in Frannie's mind, she didn't think that a little shove in the right direction wouldn't hurt. Sadly, it seemed that her sister would need something a little harder than that.

The weeks flew by with Quinn easily winning the favor of the student body. Her campaign went along perfectly; her relationship with Rachel, not so much. Quinn had been busy and had little time to pay her any attention. It was so unlike her. For once in her life, Frannie actually missed the nauseating cuteness that Quinn and Rachel possessed.

There was no mushy love talk, minimal hand holding, and seemingly no kissing whatsoever. It was depressing. The only bright side that could be found was that Quinn and Rachel were going to Prom together. Things were bound to get better from that point forward. Frannie waited for that moment. She waited for things to get back to normal.

And so when that night finally came, Frannie had never felt more relieved. Having been forced into volunteering, she had to leave for the Prom early, but before she left Quinn and Rachel did look happy. Not as happy as before, but it was a start. The two of them would arrive later in a limo with Santana and Brittany.

They shared a few dances as well as a few kisses. And for a while Rachel looked happier than she had in the past several weeks. When the announcement for Prom King and Queen began, her happiness diminished a bit, but she kept on a strong façade and held onto her girlfriend's hand as Figgins gave the names of the winners.

"And your Prom Queen is… Quinn Fabray!"

Quinn squealed and jumped into her girlfriend's arms. She planted a big, sloppy kiss on her lips which earned a couple of cat calls. Normally such behavior would earn the infamous Fabray glare, but Quinn let them off the hook this one time. She ran for the stage and graciously accepted her crown. She approached the microphone and in the crowd she could see Rachel shed a tear. Quinn soon shed one in turn.

"Hello everyone, I uh… I really don't know what to say. Thank you, for starters. You have no idea what this means to me. I've dreamt of this moment for so long, but…" Quinn trailed off and let her eyes linger towards Rachel. "But um… but as much as I've wanted this there's something, or someone, that's more important to me. Rachel. I know I haven't been the best girlfriend recently. I know that I've been neglecting you." Rachel looked up at Quinn and shook her head in argument. "Don't Rachel, please. Just… can you come up here?"

Rachel looked skeptical, but slowly and surely she approached the stage and took her place beside her girlfriend. She was nervous. "What is this about Quinn?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"Meeting you was the most important thing to ever happen to me Rachel. And I want you to know that I'll never take you for granted. I will always love and cherish you. And I won this," she reached up and removed the tiara from her head, "For you." Quinn placed tiara on Rachel's head.

"Quinn no, you won this."

"For you Rachel; it was always for you." Quinn took her attention her away from Rachel and back to the crowd. "Now, I know it's customary for the Prom King and Queen to share a first dance but I'm going to have to break tradition." Quinn took Rachel by the hand and escorted her to the dance floor. "I'm sorry Rachel. I wanted this to be a surprise."

"Giving me your tiara?"

"Don't act like you've never thought about what it'd feel like."

"I haven't." Quinn gave her a look. "Really, I just didn't want to have to share you." Quinn nodded and accepted the answer that Rachel gave her. She waited and dance, but she eventually got what she wanted. "And maybe, deep down, I have dreamt about what it would feel like. So thank you Quinn. I love you."

"Love you back."