AN: Not as fluffly as I wanted, but the next chapter should be extra fluffy as it includes babies... or a baby, or... whatever.

Also, I have recently picked up GTA V. That will possibly interfere with my writing, but since my brothers will be playing it too it shouldn't affect me that much.

Over the course of Frannie's first year away at college, she kept in constant contact with Quinn and Rachel. She loved seeing their relationship flourish and enjoyed knowing that she was an important part in its development. It was hard for her; being so far away, and not being able to see firsthand if they were doing okay. But they seemed to be great even though neither of them liked having to be in the closet.

They hated not being able to show the world how much they cared for each other, but were as equally afraid of how others would treat them if they knew. As such, displays of affection were only shown in private. Occasionally though, Rachel and Quinn had trouble containing themselves when the two of them had Skype calls with Frannie. Frequently, Frannie was forced to witness the two of them sharing chaste kisses.

Needless to say, Frannie could see how much in love they were. And so, when her sister asked her for a favor, it was very difficult for her to answer with, "No way! Absolutely not! I am not doing that again!" Frannie had half a mind to shut her laptop closed, but she couldn't. There was actually a part of her that wanted to see how far Quinn would go to get her to agree… not that Frannie would actually relent.

"Please," Quinn begged, getting out of her chair and dropping down to her knees. "It's for Rachel. She's kind of upset that we've never celebrated our anniversary before so I want to make this one extra special," she explained. She moved closer to the screen, jutting her lower lip out. "Please Frannie, please."

Years ago, Quinn's actions would have been enough but Frannie had learned slowly acquired the ability to say no to her sister's pout. "Not my problem. Rachel's your girlfriend, not mine," she told her, turning her ahead away from her sister. Frannie could appreciate what Quinn was trying to do, but she reasoned that there were plenty of other ways that their anniversary could be special without having to include her. When Frannie glanced back at the screen she could see tears streaking down Quinn's face. "Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry. I'll do it."

Instantly Quinn's frown disappeared, replaced with a beaming smile. "Thanks sis! You're the best! I'm going to go tell Rachel now." Quinn got up off the ground and darted off. Her change in mood had been so sudden that it left Frannie in a state of shock. Clearly their anniversary was very important to her. That or…

"Were you just faking?!" Frannie already knew the answer. She had just been duped.

A week later Frannie found herself on a plane back to Lima. It's actually continent that she would have been on the flight regardless, as it was summer and she had every intention of visiting home for the duration. She's not completely excited about her sister's request, but at the same time she can't wait to see Quinn and Rachel.

After a quick stop at her parents' house, Frannie made her way to the Berry household. She was instantly met with a bone crushing hug from her sister's girlfriend. "Frannie, you're here!" she squealed. "I've missed you. And thanks again, because of you this will be the best anniversary ever." Frannie still doesn't like the idea, but at that moment she ends up glad to have agreed to it. It's different to see them up close again. Its clearer, more defined. In the days that come Frannie does some catching up, but mostly she allowed the happy couple to plan out their anniversary.

Her part to play was simple; the chauffeur.

Frannie hated it but, in a way, enjoyed it as well.

On the day of, Frannie drove Quinn over to pick up Rachel. Quinn was nervous as this was the first anniversary that she had ever celebrated. Frannie tried to calm her down, but she too was a bit nervous, mostly because she was not aware what their plans for the day were. When they got to Rachel's house, Frannie stayed in the car per Quinn's request.

Wearing a simple yellow sundress and with a bouquet of gardenias in hand, Quinn steadily made her way up to the front porch. From in the car, Frannie watched as Rachel answered the door and thanked her sister for the flowers with a long, deep kiss. She disappeared for a moment to put them away before allowing Quinn to escort her to Frannie's car. In typical fashion, Quinn held the door open for Rachel. As Frannie watched their reflection through the rearview mirror she felt a sense of déjà vu.

"Where to?" she asked, although she already an idea of where they were going.

"The theatre," Quinn answered, confirming Frannie's suspicions.

She started up the car and head off to the location of Quinn and Rachel's first date. It was like going back in time; again she was chauffer, the clothes Rachel and Quinn had chosen to wear were similar, and Frannie even started feeling nauseas again once she heard the sweet talk in the backseat. The only difference was that they were even more disgustingly cute than they had been when they were younger. Giggles were shared as they reused lines.

"I like the dog on your sweater. It's almost as cute as you."

"Thanks, I like your dress. It's almost as pretty as you."

"Jeez, why don't you two get a room?" she teased. They quieted down, a blush appearing on Rachel's cheeks. Frannie couldn't help but smirk. She loved the two of them, she really did, but there was only so much that she could take.

"Maybe we might," Quinn chirped in a moment later.

"What?!" Frannie's eyes shot up to the rearview mirror so she could glare at her sister.

"Relax sis," Quinn replied with a laugh. "We're not quite ready for that yet." She placed a kiss on Rachel's cheek, which had grown into a deeper shade of red since her last comment. Frannie grumbled and focused on the road. Her sister had won this round.

Before long the three of them were seated and awaiting the show. Rachel and Quinn were giddy. Whether they were truly excited or if they were simply acting their parts, Frannie didn't know, but she had a hunch that it was a bit of both. Before the curtains opened Frannie gave Rachel a small request, "Please don't sing this time. It was cute when you were nine, but I don't think people will appreciate it that much this time."

Rachel gasped, completely affronted. Any protest she had though was quickly cut off by a timely kiss from Quinn. "Don't worry Rach, you're still cute and you just sing the whole thing to me later." Her offer, or maybe her lips, appeased Rachel enough to drop the subject. They sat and watched in relative silence, going out for ice cream afterwards.

Even years later, Frannie still couldn't understand the appeal of vegan ice cream. She only took periodic spoonfuls of her own frozen dessert; instead spending most of her time watching Quinn and Rachel consume theirs'. At some point she finally spoke her mind, "How does that taste exactly?" Her words caught them off guard as they had been previously too distracted in feeding one another.

They looked at one another, as though conversing in a non-verbal manner. "You can try it if you want," Rachel offered, holding out their bowl of ice cream towards her. Frannie considered it, but having seen how the happy couple had shared their ice cream she declined.

"No thanks, maybe next time."

As the day came to a close, Quinn gave one more request, which Frannie was quick to oblige. She drove out to the outskirts of town where there would be a clear of the stars. Quinn laid out a picnic blanket and brought out another to wrap around herself and Rachel. Together they watched the sunset and cuddled together under the starry night.

"You're going to shine brighter than any one of those one day. I know it."

Frannie watched the sight from a distance. It was a beautiful thing to behold, both the night sky as well as Rachel and Quinn.

AN: So I've already told you what the next chapter involves. I'm curious though, under what context do you think it will be?