AN: Well this chapter is Rachel's birthday kinda. Technically it's the day after.

It had been a long time since Frannie had come home to Lima. Far too long. It was cold, and only once outside did she realize that coming back during winter time probably wasn't the best idea. Even though she'd properly dressed she was still shivering. It didn't help that it was already dark out. At the very least she was already at her destination. The house wasn't the most well-lit on the block, but Frannie saw it as the best either way. She parked her car and hurriedly made her way to the front porch, carrying a large bag with her. The hiding spot for the spare was just as she remembered it, so she was easily able to slip inside.

The inside was darker than the outside, but Frannie could still manage to see a bit due to Christmas lights that shine into the windows. She doesn't turn on the lights, not wanting to inform the home's occupants that she's finally there. With slow and careful steps, she entered the living room where she found a well-sized Christmas tree. It was decorated but not lit and had plenty of gifts nestled together underneath. Frannie gathered her presents from inside her bag and placed all but one in varying spots around the tree.

Frannie took the last box with her as she went upstairs. It got darker with each step she takes, but Frannie's been in this house enough times to have it memorized. Just a bit further and she'd be there. She reached for the door knob and gave it a twist. It's not locked thankfully; otherwise she'd have to wake her sister up to help her break in. Frannie still doesn't know where Quinn learned her lock-picking skills. She'll have to ask her about that one day.

Before she entered, Frannie took a moment to think about what she's about to do. It's late and she should probably wait until morning, but Frannie's never been a very patient person. She quickly opened the door while turning on the light before shutting the door behind her and shouting, "Happy Birthday!" Rachel jumped up in surprise, Frannie's actions disturbing her sleep. She shuffled around, straightening herself out while pulling the covers up over her body.

"Frannie! What are you doing here?"

"Your birthday…" Frannie chuckled at Rachel's groggy response.

"My birthday was yesterday," Rachel pointed out while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Well my flight was delayed. You can hardly blame me for that." She waltzed over to her and tried to tug her out of bed. "Up now, open your present." Rachel tugged back, a worried expression crossing her features.

"Why can't I open it here?" she asked as she continued to cover up. Frannie couldn't help but roll her eyes. She knew that Rachel could sometimes get a bit self-conscious, but this wouldn't have the first time that she had seen Rachel in such little clothing.

"You could, but I want you to open it with Quinn," Frannie explained. "It's kind of for both of you." She resumed her efforts to get Rachel, and Rachel resumed her efforts to stay in bed. "Hey, come on. Don't be lame." As much as Frannie hated to admit it, she was having some trouble despite Rachel's petite size. It was actually kind of embarrassing. She reached for Rachel's covers and began pulling on that as well.

"Frannie don't!"

"Just get up." She gave a tug. "All." And then another tug. "You." And another. "Have." And another. "To do." One more. "Is." And there. "Oh my God."

"Hi sis." In nothing but her panties, Quinn greeted Frannie with a small wave and a nervous smile as she used her other arm to cover up her breasts. Frannie's eyes darted over to Rachel and found that see too was wearing nothing but a pair of bra and panties and not nightgown as Frannie had originally guessed. And not only that, but it looked like her undergarments were either being put back on or were about to be taken off.

"Oh my God," she repeated just above a whisper. Frannie felt sick and dropped the covers Rachel took the opportunity to retrieve them and cover herself up. She then ducked her head to hide her embarrassment. Frannie had feared for this situation for so long. The fact that it had actually occurred was unbelievable.

"Frannie, calm down."

"Oh my God," she said once more, albeit a bit louder.

"It's not what it looks like."

"Oh My God!"

"Frannie, please."

"You were having sex!" she accused. Even with most of her face hidden, Frannie could still see Rachel's cheeks redden. Quinn's own were also a similar shade. Frannie scoffed. "Not what it looks like my ass. I cannot-" Frannie began to point a finger towards them only to turn away as she was unable to look at them in their current state of undress. Instead, she brought her index finger to her lips and she willed her body to relax. "I am going downstairs." And so she did.

Rachel breathed out a sigh of relief. "Quinn, did that really just happen?"

"I hate to say it Rach, but I think it did." Rachel groaned and Quinn pulled her into her arms. "It's okay baby. At least she didn't come by last night, right?" Quinn earned a giggle from her girlfriend and proceeded to kiss the top of her head.

The clothes that they had tossed around the room the previous night were nowhere to be found so Quinn went over to the closet to grab some of Rachel's clothes that they could wear. Even though Quinn had some of her own clothes in Rachel's dresser (just as Rachel had clothes in Quinn's) she still enjoyed wearing her girlfriend's clothes. And she knew that sometimes Rachel liked to do so as well.

Once they were presentable they slowly made their way downstairs. They found Frannie in the living room, nursing a fresh cup of coffee as she tapped on the arm of the chair that she was sat on. "Hey sis," Quinn sheepishly said. Frannie looked up and ceased the movement of her hand. "Look, I'm really sorry about that but it could have been worse," she offered. "You could have walked in on us while-" Quinn stopped as her sister held up a finger.

"Don't," Frannie ordered. "Just don't. I am simply trying to forget that I even saw anything." She took a sip of her coffee while Rachel and Quinn took a seat on the couch. They were silent for a moment with Rachel and Quinn sharing nervous glances. Although her facial expression didn't show it, Frannie thought they looked cute. No matter how much they grew up they always had these moments when they were little kids again.

Oh how Frannie had preferred those days.

She let them squirm for a bit; call it payback, before finally breaking the silence. "I thought you two were waiting?" That had been the reason that she hadn't worried and why she had been so careless. It wasn't really any of her business, but she was curious.

"We were," Rachel admitted. "It's not like we planned this."

"Last night just felt right though," Quinn added.

"It did."

"It was amazing." Hazel eyes drifted over to Rachel.

"Magical." Chocolate brown orbs mimicked the action and looked up at Quinn.

"Okay, okay," Frannie cut in, waving her arms about. "Stop with the goo-goo eyes. I get it, I get it. Last thing I need is for you to start up round two." Rachel and Quinn blushed at the comment and looked away from each other. Frannie let out a half-sigh, half-groan. "You two so make me sick sometimes, but… I am happy for the two of you. And don't worry, I won't tell any of the parentals."

"Thanks Frannie."

"Yeah, thanks sis."

"Yeah whatever, just make nothing like this ever happens again." She finished up her drink and got to her feet. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to sleep." She started walking towards the stairs only to be stopped by an arm around her wrist. She turned around to find Rachel holding onto her.

"What about my present?" Frannie groaned. Of course Rachel wouldn't forget about a gift.

"It's still in your room. You can open it yourself," she grumbled before making her way to the guest room. Rachel eagerly darted upstairs with Quinn chuckling as she followed. They found Frannie's gift sitting atop Rachel's dresser. Rachel scooped it up and quickly, but carefully, began taking off the wrapping paper.

Quinn watched on with a smile on her face. She never fully understood why Rachel found it necessary to be gentle with wrapping paper, but that was simply one of Rachel's traits that Quinn found to be cute and lovable. She scooted in close once Rachel was nearly finished. Inside the small box they found a pair of matching rings. "Wow, they're beautiful."

"Yeah," was all Quinn could say.

"Hey look, there's a note." Rachel pulled it out and read it silently to herself. Her lips curved upward as her eyes fell to the bottom of the card. When she finished she looked up at Quinn and let out an, "Aww." Quinn wondered what her sister had wrote, but she didn't have to wait long to find out. "Quinn, you should have known that I would have loved it if you had gotten me a promise ring."

Quinn's eyes widened and ran up behind Rachel to read the note. She scowled once she realized tiny card spoke details about their latest talk that she had had with her sister, one in which Quinn pondered getting Rachel a promise ring but had been too worried to actually do so. "I can't believe her." Rachel kissed Quinn on the cheek in an effort to soothe her anger.

"Don't get mad baby, she did get us these rings." Quinn grumbled but she couldn't get quite mad anyway, not after getting a kiss from her girlfriend. "Okay, now let get over here and put this ring on me." Quinn went back to her previous spot so that they could look at each other and took a hold of Rachel's hand and slipped the ring on. She took a moment to admire the sight and for a second she imagined the day that she'd finally propose. The thought almost made her want to cry. Quinn then offered her hand to Rachel and watched as her girlfriend slipped the other ring onto her finger. The idea of being proposed to was also equally appealing. "Quinn?"

"Yeah."

"Was I… Was I okay?" she timidly asked. "Last night, was I…" Quinn shushed her with a kiss.

"You were amazing; you always are. Now why don't we go get some sleep?"

AN: I'm guessing that some you might have expected (probably even hoping) having Frannie walk in on Rachel and Quinn during their first time but I just couldn't do it, but walking in afterwards is a different thing entirely.