AN: Back to fluff. Just a random idea that came to mind. Bit on the short side and mostly just a filler chapter until I feel it's appropriate to add the chapter I want to write, but it was fun to come up with and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Chapter is Faberry-centric this time. Frannie does show up though.

"Rachel, stop it!" Quinn squirmed under Rachel's touch. She was currently lying on her bed with her hands pinned above her as Rachel tried to assault her with kisses. It's not as though Quinn didn't like being in this kind of position, but they had just gotten here after a lovely afternoon in the park and well, "Rachel, I mean it. My parents are right downstairs." Rachel ignored her, bringing her lips to an exposed portion of Quinn's neck. She whimpered quietly through gritted teeth.

"They know about us Quinn," Rachel cooed in between kisses. "And they know what we do."

Quinn closed her eyes and turned her head away, but that only exposed more of her neck for Rachel. Rachel nibbled along the expanse of skin she found until she reached Quinn's collarbone. She kissed back up her neck until she found her pulse point and gave it a hard suck. Rachel then proceeded to soothe the area with some kitten licks.

Her actions were unbearable for Quinn. Rachel always had a way to make her girlfriend lose sense of all things. Quinn would forget about everything thing in the world except for Rachel's hands, and her lips, and her tongue. She could barely even remember why she was fighting her girlfriend's advances and she surely couldn't remember if she had locked the door. Oh crap, the door.

With a bit of effort, Quinn managed squirmed out of Rachel's hold. She placed her hands on her girlfriend's shoulder and tried to push her off, but her body betrayed her and pulled Rachel in closer when she returned to trailing butterflies kisses along her neck. "Rachel please," Quinn tried. "The door, baby. The door." Rachel detached her lips from Quinn's neck only long enough to respond.

"What about the door?" she asked in a husky tone before resuming her work.

"I'm not, oh… I'm not sure it's locked."

"Why would we have to worry about that?" Rachel husked against her skin.

"I-I already told you. My-my parents." Quinn knew she was losing the argument. With Rachel working her over, she would give in at any moment. All the same, she was not ready to have either one of her parents catch them in their current position; they had only ever seen them share chaste kisses before. She could feel Rachel shaking her head as she continued to work her lips.

Still Quinn fought, but her efforts were futile. She wanted this, and for every inch she pushed Rachel away, she subconsciously pulled her two inches closer. With every word of protest came a moan of approval. Before long, Quinn found herself grinding into her girlfriend's thigh. Rachel smirked into her skin and trailed her hands tone her stomach. She absentmindedly traced patterns along her exposed abdomen before bringing her hands down lower to work the button of her jeans. Quinn's hands flew down to hold her jeans up before Rachel could pull them off.

"Rachel don't," she ordered while at the same time trying to keep her voice down so as not to alert her parents. Rachel shushed her with a heated which distracted Quinn long enough so that she could pull Quinn's jeans down to expose her underwear. Quinn broke apart once she noticed what her girlfriend was going. "That was a dirty trick Rachel," she scolded, but Rachel didn't seem to mind. She leaned back to better admire the sight in front of her. Instinctively, and without thinking, Quinn let go of her jeans to cover herself up. They had seen each other in their underwear plenty of times, but that didn't stop Quinn (or Rachel) from getting self-conscious every once in a while. Quinn realized her mistake far too late and by that time Rachel had pulled her jeans down to her knees.

Before she could get any further the blaring sound of Quinn's ringtone went off. Rachel reached into Quinn's back pocket to check who it was. "It's only Frannie," she stated, tossing the phone onto the bed just within Quinn's reach. She scooted down Quinn's legs and leaned forward. "You can call her back later," Rachel told her girlfriend, even as Quinn scrambled for her phone. She shook her head and started kissing along her girlfriend's thighs.

"Rachel, stop," Quinn whined as she threaded her fingers through Rachel's hair. "It could be important." She wanted to pull Rachel up, but again Quinn's body betrayed her as she pushed her head down. She had already answered the phone though, so it was too late to change her mind. "Hey Fran, what's up?"

"Nothing much sis," Frannie answered casually. "I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Bothering me?" Quinn squeaked as Rachel slowly approached the apex of thighs. "No, of course not."

"Oh good. Anyway, I was just calling to tell you that the next time you and your girlfriend decide to do whatever it is that you're doing." She took a pause, during which time Quinn let out a stifled whimper. "Try not to butt dial me!"

"What?" The panic in her voice was apparent enough to draw Rachel's concern. She stopped and sat back on her calves as she listened attentively to her girlfriend's conversation. "I-I what?"

"You butt dialed me, you moron!"

"I butt dialed you?!" Rachel's eyes went wide and despite her pervious actions, she had the decency to blush. "Oh my God. How much did you hear?"

"That-that is not important! I have been there through almost every step of your relationship, but that does not mean that I have to hear you do… whatever it was that you were doing!" Frannie promptly hung up, leaving both girls embarrassed. Neither one of them were in any mood to continue on with what they were previously doing. They both tossed their legs over the edge of the bed, Quinn's jeans still down to her knees.

"I can't believe that Frannie heard us."

"Me neither." A brief silence fell over them until Rachel spoke up. "This is your fault."

"My fault?!" Quinn asked in disbelief. "How is this my fault?!"

"Well," Rachel began to explain with a cool demeanor. "If you had just cooperated, I would have gotten those jeans off of you before you even had a chance to butt dial your sister." Quinn gasped as Rachel crossed her arms over her chest indignantly.

"First of all, just because we have cuddled in our underwear sometimes, that does not mean that you can get me out of my clothes just like that!" she said, emphasizing the last word with a snap of her fingers. "Secondly, none of this would have happened if you had just exerted some self-control as opposed to tossing me onto the bed the moment we got into my room!"

"Well maybe you wouldn't have butt dialed your sister if your butt wasn't so big!"

"Hey!" Quinn quickly reached behind her as though to measure her bottom. "My butt isn't big."

"Oh." Rachel leaned in to give Quinn a chaste kiss. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," she cooed. Quinn accepted her apology and thanked her by kissing her back. "But your butt is kind of big," Rachel added afterwards which earned a frown from Quinn. "Don't worry though; I love your butt."

AN: I want at least another chapter, or two, or three before I write Rachel's birthday which will be especially special... and cute.