AN: Hope you don't mind Halloween coming a few weeks early. I would have preferred posting this on Halloween but that's just a little too far away. Also, voting for Faberry Week theme has started. So go vote and, if you like, inform me of what you voted for.

Quinn hadn't realized it at first, but putting her costume on prior to her Skype call with Frannie was a bad idea. It wasn't that she started to worry if her sister would tease her; Quinn knew that her sister would tease her. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that her paws made it very difficult for her to use her laptop.

Sure, it was only a minor annoyance but it was still an annoyance; it took her multiple tries to input her password correctly. But once she got it, things went on smoothly. She sent out a call which was promptly answered by her sister who gasped at what she saw. "Oh, hi Pooh Bear," she greeted with a wave. "I'm looking for my sister, have you seen her?"

"Haha, very funny Fran."

"It is," Frannie agreed. "It really is. You really are whipped," she concluded.

"What makes you say that this was Rachel's idea?" Quinn asked with an arched eyebrow. Just because she kind of was whipped didn't mean that Quinn appreciated when other people said that she was. "Did you ever think that maybe I just wanted to do something that I knew Rachel would like?"

"And what about that doesn't make you whipped?"

Quinn huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm just being a thoughtful girlfriend." Frannie snorted which caused Quinn to glare at her. "She'll be out of the bathroom in a bit. You can ask her yourself." Quinn then proceeded to ignore her sister until her girlfriend entered the room looking not much different than she usually did.

"Who are you supposed to be? Christopher Robin?"

"Christina Robin," Rachel corrected. "You should have remembered that." And indeed Frannie should have. Rachel squeezed in between Quinn and the laptop and sat herself on Quinn's lap. "And Quinnie the Pooh here is my own personal fluffy little cubby," she announced proudly as she ruffled up her hair. Frannie's nose scrunched up in confusion.

"Wasn't it supposed to go chubby little cubby and not fluffy little cubby?"

"But Quinn's not chubby," Rachel argued, nuzzling into her girlfriend. "Also, I heard you two arguing and I have to inform you Frannie that this was all Quinn's idea; absolutely no coercing on my part." At Rachel's admission, Quinn gave Frannie a smug look. She blew a raspberry at the screen to which Frannie responded in turn. Rachel giggled at their childishness.

"Whatever," Frannie shoved the topic aside. Regardless of whether or not Quinn came up with this on her own or if she was otherwise persuading into it didn't matter, her little sister was whipped either way. The sight before her was very similar to when she first took them out to go trick or treating. The only difference was that they weren't kids anymore even if they looked the part. "You're going to a party, right?"

"Yep."

"You do realize that all of your friends are going to make fun of you?"

"No they're not." Frannie quirked an eyebrow in response; Rachel seemed pretty certain. "Santana and Brittany will be dressing to match us." At that, Frannie chuckled. She could just imagine the four off them. She tried to hold back her laughter as Rachel went on to elaborate. "Brittany will be Tigger and Santana is going to be Eeyore." Suddenly, Frannie burst out into hysterical laughter. Tears welled up in her eyes as she ceased her efforts to hold back. She could barely hear Rachel's insistence that there was nothing funny about what Santana was doing, but Frannie didn't care.

Her cackling went on for a good minute or so and when she was done she had to wipe her eyes dry. She needed a good laugh. "Oh my God. Eeyore? Seriously, Eeyore? Why would she pick Eeyore?" Frannie didn't know Santana very well, but from what she did know, she couldn't see her willing dressing up as the gloomy Eeyore. Although, her mood would probably fit.

"Eeyore is Brittany's favorite," Quinn supplemented, and that was all the answer Frannie needed. Apparently her sister wasn't the only one who was whipped. She shook her head in a teasing and playful way. It was a shame that she couldn't be there in person to see the sight for herself.

"Make sure to take pictures," she half-ordered, although she didn't need to. Quinn enjoyed having something tangible to go with her memories. Photographs were the best thing, and she had taken tons of them throughout her relationship with Rachel. She had albums for every occasion, which each holiday having its own little scrapbook.

Last Halloween they had gone as Han Solo and Slave Girl Leia. Allegedly, Quinn had to beat some people with her lightsaber. (Frannie never bothered to ask why her costume had a lightsaber in the first place) Sadly, there was no evidence to prove that this had been the case. Frannie was quite overjoyed to know that this year the girls were going to dress up as something that would not lead to any incidents.

The three of them chatted for a while but ended their call early so Quinn and Rachel could go to their party. As per Rachel's request, which garnered another 'whipped' from Frannie, they planned on arriving at a reasonable time. Santana and Brittany would get there later on in the night. As they made their way to Puck's they could already see children in various costumes. Some were cute, others scary and even others were reminiscent of ones that Rachel and Quinn had worn on previous years.

"Ooh, look!" Rachel squealed, as they were stopped at a red light. "Aren't they cute? We should dress up like that next year." Quinn glanced in the direction that Rachel was looking at to find some kids dressed up as superheroes. She liked that idea. Quinn could come up with over a dozen different superheroes that she'd like to see Rachel dressed as. She quickly agreed.

They soon got to the party and were invited in by Puck. His disappointment in their costume choice was clearly evident but he quickly changed his tune once Quinn snarled at him. As usual, the place was packed. Quinn held onto Rachel's to make certain that they wouldn't get separated. She soon remembered how much she disliked costumes which covered her hands. Quinn liked touching Rachel. Not touching like that… well, yes she liked touching her like that as well but you know.

Music was booming off the walls, and after getting a quick drink (non-alcoholic), the pair began to dance. Quinn's moves were slightly hindered, but there was little room to move anyway. And every little stumble that she had would earn a beaming smile from her girlfriend. She loved that smile so much. Slowly, Quinn subtly danced the two of them towards the wall.

And once she had a chance, she lifted Rachel up and shoved her against it. She kissed her roughly, slipping her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth as she moaned against her. Rachel tried to fist Quinn's hair but, due to her costume, only caught hold of a fuzzy ear. They would have stayed like that if not for the faux gagging that they soon heard.

They broke apart in slight embarrassment only to scowl at the sight of a smug Santana. The grin on her face soon faded though once she noticed what Rachel was wearing. "Hey! I thought we were supposed to match. That's not a costume!" she accused, pointing at Rachel's getup. "You dress like that all the time."

"I'd like to inform you, Santana, that I'm dressed as Christina Robin."

"Christina Robin? Who the- I thought you dressing up as Piglet!"

Quinn groaned, her head dropping as she face-palmed. She could already see what was coming next. "And what would give you that impression?" Rachel's tone was stern, challenging. Quinn looked up at her best friend. She shook her head and waved her hands, silently pleading for Santana to not go there but her warning went unseen.

"Because you're the same size as Piglet!" Quinn groaned once more.

Rachel and Santana quickly got into a heated argument. Brittany's comments about how she thought Rachel looked 'cute' didn't help. Quinn tried to soothe her girlfriend, but her efforts had little effect. Words were flung back and forth, and while Quinn knew that they would make up the following day she was still upset. After a while she decided to just wait it out.

But then Rachel pulled Santana's detachable tail off. "Give me that back Piglet!" Rachel promptly screamed and ran off.

Quinn sighed.

"Don't worry, they'll be okay Quinnie the Pooh," Brittany assured her.

"I know."

"Wanna dance until they cool off?

"Sure thing Tigger."

AN: So yesterday (Monday) I had an interview with a guy who was looking for helpers for this Santa thing. I was hoping that if I got hired that I'd be able to dress up as an elf but that's not the case. Anyway, I should hear back from him maybe tomorrow at the earliest. I'm pretty nervous. Wish me luck.