Okay, before we start, I've got an idea. Well, I've already had it, but now I've developed it. Basically, I've got an idea for another Faberry story set in War World Three, which could lead to an Apocalypse.

Of course I'll finish this story, but maybe I could also start writing this one. Would you like it? Let me know! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the shows/books/films quoted.

I hope you'll enjoy! (Also, if you want, review so I will now what you think about the story! Constructive criticism is also appreciated as long as it's polite and helpful)

So… I told you this was coming. *smirks* I know we are still a few weeks away from Christmas, but I was inspired to write this, so… enjoy! Anyway, I decided to divide this chapter in two parts, because it was too long.

The chapter title is a quote from 'Friends' and it's said by Rachel. I love quoting Friends, and I think you have figured it out by now, but you know, just in case someone didn't knew where the quote's from I have to acknowledge sources.

Let me know what you think of the story so far, I always appreciate reviews, they make me smile. :)

Once again, enjoy! ;)

-Chapter nine-

Congratulations. That's quite a waste of time.

"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rachel Berry screamed from the kitchen.

Quin snapped her head up from her current position, which was the inside of a box filled with Christmas decorations. Her hazel eyes immediately focused on the kitchen door, and when she saw a column of smoke coming out of the room.

You see, after three weeks of dating, Quinn was used to hear Rachel swearing from the kitchen, it happened very often. Even if Quinn was an excellent at cooking, Rachel Berry's stubborn ass wanted to prove her she could do something too. Quinn knew that there were a lot of things Rachel was good at other things besides singing, but as said above, she really couldn't cook. At all. So they ended up calling some crappy pizza delivery or Chinese food delivery almost every day. But, always as said above, Rachel was stubborn, and she did not stopped cooking. So Quinn decided to trust her enough to let her cook the roasted potatoes for the Christmas Eve dinner they planned with Rachel's- their friends.

Turns out, Quinn made a big mistake.

As soon as she saw the smoke, Quinn dropped the box and catapulted herself into the kitchen. She coughed and tried to see something trough the smoke. Quinn opened the window, and the smoke disappeared out of the window. She saw a panicked Rachel holding into the kitchen counter, breathing heavily.

"I think I just burned the potatoes" Rachel's voice cracked a little. Quinn let out a sound that sounded a lot like 'aw, s-sweetie', and she stepped closer to her girlfriend, surrounding the shacking brunette with a secure embrace.

"I-it's okay" Quinn softly cooed, pulling Rachel's small and trembling body closer, "I-it's o-okay, R-Rae, it gave you q-quite a s-scare, but y-you're o-okay now."

"Why can't I do it?" Rachel sighed, "Why can't I cook like you do?"

"Y-you'll get there, R-Rae, I-I promise" Quinn sympathetically said. She slipped a thin, pale finger under the brunette's neck, and she softly tilted her head up. Rachel's big Bambi eyes were the only thing that mattered, even if the ticking clock on the wall was pretty damn interesting, and Quinn's finger was tapping rhythmically on Rachel's shoulder. She was afraid of her tic at first, but then Rachel had said her that she thought it was relaxing, and her fear dissolved.

Rachel stood on her tiptoes and gently rested her lips against Quinn's. Like always, Quinn felt butterflies fly all over her stomach, and goosebumps flew all over her back. Quinn loved the taste of Rachel's soft lips, she loved the way they melted perfectly together, she loved how caring and gentle Rachel tongue was when it brushed against her lower lip. Rachel barely touched Quinn's cheeks with her fingertips, lightly and still Quinn shivered at the light contact. The blonde wrapped her arms around Rachel's tiny waist, pulling her impossibly closer, enjoying the warmth of the tiny girl.

They eventually parted, resting their foreheads together and breathing heavily. Quinn placidly moved Rachel's bangs away from her deep dark eyes and she kissed her forehead.

"A-are you o-okay, now?" she asked softly, almost murmuring the words. Her voice was tender, like it always was with Rachel. She honestly thought she was physically incapable of talking to Rachel in anything but a tender voice.

"Are you an angel?" Rachel questioned back. Quinn giggled, but she saw Rachel was actually serious. "No, seriously, you look like an angel, and you act like an angel, and…"

"S-stop" Quinn chuckled, pressing another kiss against Rachel's soft lips, "C-come on, w-w have to f-find something to re-replace the p-potatoes, or S-Santana w-will go all Lima H-Heights on u-us."

That was Rachel's turn to chuckle. She pecked once more Quinn's lips, before a rude thumping from the door.

"Ten bucks it's Santana" Rachel grumbled. She reluctantly pulled away from Quinn, and she leaded her to the door. As expected, a fuming Latina and a bubbly dancer stepped into the apartment.

"Why a-are y-you upset?" Quinn asked Santana, who was currently kicking away her shoes and growling something in Spanish that sounded a lot like she was cursing.

"It's nice you're trying, but she won't tell you" Brittany shrugged with a sympathetic smile, "but I'll tell you. She's mad because we dumped into some stranger who was in a rush on the way here and he called me dumb and her a bitch. She got mad, and she almost hit him, but I held her back. She's still upset, though."

"She has right to be!" Rachel hissed, "Those man dared calling you a dumb and a bitch? That sucker! If I was there I would have lost it too, how dare he?"

"That's exactly my point!" Santana barked.

"You can't just hit people because they're rude, San, that's not nice" Brittany kindly said.

"Yeah, but she's right though" Rachel squirmed and Quinn quietly giggled.

"Protective girlfriends" Brittany said, and she winked at Quinn, "Hey, Quinnie, can I show you a thing? Like… in private?"

Quinn was surprised, but she nodded. She follower Brittany in the kitchen. The dancer exclaimed a quick 'Don't kill each other you two' at Rachel and Santana.

"W-what's up, B-Britt?" Quinn asked, looking curiously at the blonde. She so wanted to stay focused on her, but part of her attention was dedicated to the clock on the wall, which was ticking quietly. Never mind, she could focus on both.

Brittany grinned shyly, then she showed Quinn the thing she was holding in her fist. Quinn didn't understand it at first. It was just a small box, covered with red fabric. She really didn't like the red. But Quinn was way too smart to not understand what Brittany was trying to tell.

"Y-You're go-going to propose!" Quinn squealed excited and she clapped her hands cheerfully. Brittany joined her in her joyful squirms. Then the dancer brought her finger to Quinn's lips, as to say 'shush, or they'll hear us'.

"I'm nervous" Brittany admitted, "I'm going to do it after the dessert, under the tree and all… it's gonna be amazing!"

"O-oh, God, th-that's perfect!" Quinn squirmed. In the corner of her visual, the clock was ticking. It was painfully slow, but she still was able to see the clock hands movement. She was tapping with her usual rhythm on her leg. "Sh-she'll love it, B-Britt!"

"And I wanted to ask you…" Brittany said shyly, "If you wanted to be, like, my maid of honor? Tina is gonna be the other bridesmaid, and I think Santana will choose Kurt as her best man."

"M-me?" asked Quinn in disbelief, looking around as if she expected to see someone else in the room. "Like… r-really?"

"Of course! We've know each other for not much time, but I really like you. You're funny, and smart, and kind, and Santana told me we have a similar way of thinking" Brittany exclaimed.

The phrase Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks? echoed in Quinn's head, and she smiled. It felt amazing when it was Rachel the one complimenting her, but when Brittany was it was a different kind of amazing. Because they were friends. Quinn never had friends, besides Puck. It felt good.

"I-I would l-love to" Quinn shyly admitted, grinning deeply. Brittany squealed and hugged Quinn and – surprising even herself – Quinn didn't step back, but she hugged Brittany too, chuckling at the bubbly dancer.

"The wedding is going to be amazing" Brittany smiled deeply, "I'll convince San to get married on the beach, and there will be flowers, and our friends and… did you know that lilies are the lesbians of flowers?"

"Really?" Quinn eyes widened. It was their thing. They had became pretty close friends, and every time they saw each other they had to spill out some random fact. Quinn's mind started working faster. How was that? Lesbians, flowers, white, bone… score! "Did you know that Galileo Galilei middle finger is conserved at the Museo Galileo in Florence?"

"What?" Brittany giggled, "That's so weird! I think you won this round, Fabray, but do not get used to it." Brittany winked.

When they returned to the living room, they found out that all the guests had arrived. Quinn ran to hug Puck, who was busy flirting with an annoyed girl; Quinn thought her name was Lauren, but she wasn't sure.

Puck squeezed affectionately her cheeks and ruffled her blonde hair. Quinn chuckled and gave him a pat on her shoulder.

"Hands off my girlfriend" Rachel growled when she noticed their hug was lasting a little too long. Quinn just giggled more, and her tiny, possessive girlfriend, who was trying to act roughly while she was wearing a Christmas jumper, snuggled close to her, surrounding her waist with her arms.

"Your girl's needy, Q" Puck commented.

"Shut up, Noah" Rachel replied, then she rested her head on Quinn's shoulder with a content sigh.

"You tried to teach Rachel how to roast potatoes?" Tina asked in disbelief, looking shocked at Quinn from her seat at the dinner table. They had finished eating and they were now just chatting. Quinn just nodded, with as smile. Next to her, Rachel was profoundly embarrassed.

"Congratulations. That's quite a waste of time" Santana said.

"I see you're quoting Friends too, now, uh?" Rachel hissed.

"Brittany's obsession is contagious, chica" Santana shrugged. "And besides, it's kind of cute that Barbie trusts you enough to let you cook. Poor thing, you could have burned her alive."

"But I didn't" Rachel grumbled, and Quinn patted sympathetically her shoulder. Two taps, one tap, five quick taps.

"Oh, my God, do you remember when we went to that camping thing and Rachel almost burned the entire forest trying to roast her marshmallow?" Artie giggled, and the petite diva glared at him.

"I do remember it" Mike laughed, "You almost gave Tina a heart attack."

"Even Snoopy can roast marshmallows, Rach" Brittany chuckled, who was actually wearing a sweatshirt with an image of Snoopy roasting marshmallows with his bird friend Woodstock.

"I did not risked to burn a forest!" Rachel protested, than she turned to face Quinn, "It was barely a little flame, Quinn, I swear. These morons are exaggerating things."

"It's f-fine" Quinn replied, placing an innocent kiss on Rachel's forehead.

Kurt started a chorus of "aw" and "sweet" and "how cute". After a few more minutes, they moved to the couch. Well, actually Santana and Puck ran to the couch, where they started a competition trying to decide which one of them could throw off the couch the other one first.

The others settled themselves basically everywhere in Rachel's large living room. Quinn was sitting on a green beanbag, and Rachel was settled between her legs, with her back pressed against Quinn's chest. The blonde was lazily squeezing the brunette's waits, and she was leaving soft kisses on Rachel's head, with a very specific rhythm. Two kisses, one kiss, five quick kisses.

Quinn saw Brittany taking Santana's hand and leading her to the balcony, so they could have some privacy. The blonde smirked, holding a little tighter her small diva. Quinn was completely addicted to Rachel's familiar scent, which now was mixed with cinnamon because the girl insisted on helping her backing the cookies. Quinn honestly didn't thought that she would ever been this happy. She was holding the woman who loved, surrounded by kind and true people, who she could easily call friends. She was feeling a little guilty because she wasn't spending Christmas with her parents and Nancy, but that. That was exactly where she wanted to be.

"R-Rae?" she quietly murmured right into Rachel's ear. She felt the brunette shivering a little and her lips curled up in a smile. Rachel hummed in reply, waiting for Quinn to go on. "Th-that's p-perfect. R-really, I-I'm so happy r-right now. I-it's just… I-I…"

"Hey, Q, breathe" Rachel gently said, "It's okay, sweetie, just slow down a bit, okay?"

"I've n-never been t-to a Christmas d-dinner like th-this, with f-friends" Quinn explained, "U-usually it-it's just m-me, m-my p-parents an-and s-sometimes N-Nancy. I-I l-love them, b-but t-this is… n-nicer."

"You are a cutie" Rachel only said, "I'm glad you're enjoying the night, especially because they can be a little… noisy and… intense. But they love you, especially Britts. And me, of course" Rachel added, her deep brown eyes locking with Quinn's hazel ones, "I love you more than anyone, though. So I suppose you're still okay with the whole gigantic-Christmas-pajama-party-project, right?"

Quinn would usually be terrified by that idea, but not that night. Because Rachel was with her. The noise that filled the room was a bit disorienting, but she could handle it. "M-more than o-okay" she smiled, watching Kurt and Mercedes dressing up Artie with Rachel's stage dresses. Rachel must have saw them too, because she suddenly snapped.

"Hey! If you ruin my Fanny Brice dress I'm going to kill you!" she yelled at them. Artie looked terrified, while Mercedes and Kurt just laughed,

"What's up with the yelling, Rachie?" asked Brittany, stepping in the room with an enormous grin. Rachel couldn't answer her, because an overexcited Santana practically jumped in the living room, with a huge smile.

"I'm getting married, you suckers!" Santana yelled, jumping on a chair and showing everyone her ring finger, which was actually wearing a shining ring.

Everyone started talking, and a choir of "oh, my God", "Congrats!" and "oh, I'm so happy for you, I think I'm gonna cry" – tina, obviously – raised from the small crowd. Rachel didn't want to move from Quinn's laps, so she cheered and clapped from that position.

Eventually they got up to congratulate with the two girls.

"You were going to propose, and you didn't tell me?" Kurt said, looking offended.

"Only Quinn knew" Brittany smirked, and when Kurt squealed a 'why?' she simply replied: "Because you guys really can't keep a secret."

"Excuse me?" Kurt seemed shocked, "I kept my gay ass secret for sixteen years, I'm a pro."

Quinn was quiet, her arm still around Rachel's tiny waist, her fingers tapping against her torso covered by her red Christmas jumper. Quinn wasn't even bothered because of the red, which she didn't like. She wasn't exactly comfortable with all that red color either, but she knew it was okay, as long as Rachel was by her side.