AN: Hey everybody. Happy Halloween! Anybody dressing up as something fun tonight? I'm not. For those of you who are, have fun.

All bundled up, Rachel made her way up to the front porch of her girlfriend's house. She was slightly worried as something was off. Quinn was supposed to pick her up a while ago but she never showed up and to make things worse Rachel couldn't reach her on her cell. At first she had been upset, being forced to late for school, but now she was simply concerned.

She gave a firm knock on the door and waited patiently for it to be answered. She expected Quinn to answer, as her parents were off to work, but instead Rachel was surprised to see the older Fabray sister. "Frannie? You're still here? I thought you were leaving."

"I was, but I decided to stick around for a bit." She stepped aside and gestured for Rachel to enter. "I guess you're looking for Quinn."

"Yes," Rachel answered worriedly. "I haven't been able to get in touch with her all morning," she explained. "She's here, isn't she?"

"Yeah. She's upstairs watching porn."

"She's what?!" Frannie gave a halfhearted shrug as Rachel spun on heel and started marching up to Quinn's room. "Lucy Quinn Fabray, you better not be! And to think I shared something special with you! How could you-" Her words trailed off as she burst in her girlfriend's room. Inside she found Quinn lying in her bed as she blew her nose. Littered across her lap were hundreds of tissues. It didn't take long for Rachel to realize that she had been duped. "Francine!" Cackling laughter soon echoed into the room. Rachel gave a quite growl before making her way to her girlfriend.

"Rachel, what are you- Achoo!"

"Bless you."

"Thanks. So, what are you doing here?" Her voice was hoarse and it made Rachel's heart ache. She found herself a clean spot on the bed and squeezed herself into it before kissing her girlfriend's head.

"I came looking for you, silly."

"Oh. Why were you yelling at Frannie?"

"She said you were watching porn."

Quinn's eyes narrowed. "Fran-" She tried to yell, but the action proved to be too difficult. Once more, Frannie's laughter could be heard. Rachel glared towards the empty doorway before bringing her attention back to her sick girlfriend.

"You should have called me. I would have come straight over to take care of you."

"Can't find my phone," Quinn whimpered pathetically. "And you should go to school. I don't want to- Achoo! I don't want to break your perfect attendance record." A small smile made its way onto Rachel's lips as she shook her head. She wouldn't leave Quinn like this, even if she would be under Frannie's care.

"You're more important than an attendance record," Rachel told Quinn as she brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. "Besides, my attendance record is already ruined since I'm late." Again Quinn whimpered, only now checking the time. "Now I'm going to stay right here and make sure you're okay, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Okay…"

Rachel made a delighted sound and got up from the bed. "All right then. I'm going to go downstairs and make you some soup, okay? I'll be right back." Rachel strolled downstairs, but instead of going straight for the kitchen, she made a quick stop in the living room where she found Frannie reading a book. She gave her stern look which Frannie answered with an innocent looking one. "That was mean," she said with a scoff. "And you think that we're childish."

Frannie only smiled, seemingly unaffected by her words. Rachel decided to ignore her and focus on something more important, her girlfriend's well-being to be precise. She made her way to the kitchen and quickly went to work on producing some chicken noodle soup for Quinn. A few seconds later she heard footsteps coming up behind her. Reactively, she immediately crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh, come on," Frannie scoffed. "You can't really be mad, can you?" Rachel chose to remain silent. "It was just a joke, and after everything the two of you have put me through, I think I deserve a few laughs," Frannie reasoned. Rachel huffed, but she couldn't argue with her. Soon her shoulders slackened and she let out a defeated sigh.

"Fine," she relented. "I suppose you have earned that much, but it was still a mean prank."

"It wasn't that bad, besides… you should have seen your face." Frannie started laughing once more and Rachel scowled at her. Her eyes remained fixated on the older Fabray sister as she retreated back into the living room. As they've been close for so long, Frannie would often treat Rachel in a similar fashion to Quinn. There were days where it was nice, but then there were days like these. Although it was often nice to have some sisterly attention, Rachel appreciated how her fathers' had decided that one child was enough.

Rachel busied herself with prepping Quinn's soup and once it was ready she brought it up to her in a nice big bowl. Quinn was still in the same state she had been earlier. More tissues covered her bed; a few dozen had even fallen to the floor. Rachel made her way over and sat down in the same spot she had previously. "Hey there, ready for your soup?" she asked, holding out a spoonful for her girlfriend.

"I can feed myself Rachel," Quinn said, pouting.

"Of course you can," Rachel cooed. "But you're sick, so let me take care of you." She brought the spoon closer to her girlfriend's lips, but Quinn turned her head away. Rachel let out a displeased sound as she pulled the spoon back. "Come on baby, please." Quinn gave a swift shake of her head. She kept up her composure, until she felt a sneeze coming. She grabbed the closet tissue she could find and brought it up to her nose.

"Achoo!"

"Bless you."

"Thanks."

"Will you let me feed you now?"

"Okay…"

Rachel perked up immediately, a dazzling smile showing on her face. "Yay!" She retrieved the spoon and brought it up to Quinn's mouth. "Okay, open up for the train." Quinn closed her mouth and pouted despite her previous agreement to let Rachel feed her. "Quinn," Rachel lightly chastised. "You have to eat."

"I know, but… can it be a plane instead?"

"Of course it can. Open up for the plane." Quinn happily did as she was told, taking the tasty spoonful into her mouth. She instantly felt ten times better, although ten times better was nothing close to being one hundred percent again. She couldn't really think of why she was adamant against Rachel feeding her.

"Wow, you two get more disgustingly cute the older you get." Oh, right. She's why. Their eyes flew to the doorway where Frannie was casually leaning to the side. She watched the two of them with slight amusement as well as a good amount of nausea. "Is that even possible? I mean, really? Most kids grow out of their cuteness once they hit their tweens, and the two of you are almost adults." As an afterthought she also added, "But I guess it makes sense as the two of you still act like kids."

"You're the one acting like a kid," Rachel huffed. And much as Quinn wanted to agree, she had to admit that Rachel looked a lot like a kid when she got all upset. "Now can you just leave us alone?" For a moment Frannie looked deep in thought, as though she were actually take some time to consider her request. But in truth she was simply trying to see how much more she could annoy Rachel and Quinn.

She eventually let out a seemingly reluctant, "Fine," and then returned downstairs.

Rachel resumed feeding Quinn until all her soup was gone. The chances of her actually being better after her meal were slim, but Quinn certainly looked and felt better. "Hm, I think it's time for a treat. Don't you agree?" Rachel leaned in close, but was stopped when Quinn placed her hands on her shoulder.

"No Rachel, don't. You'll get sick." She fought back as best she could but in her weakened state Quinn couldn't do much. The only reason she was even able to do what she could was because Rachel refused to actually kiss her until she gave in. And despite her protests, Quinn wanted a kiss very much.

"Nonsense Quinn, you and I both know that I've never been sick a day in my life. Now, stop fighting and kiss me." Quinn's willpower quickly faded. As fast as she could, she went over their entire relationship as far back as when they were still only friends. Year after year, she went over and there was not a moment that she could remember when Rachel had ever been ill.

Quinn decided to risk it and pulled Rachel in for a quick ten second kiss. If not for the fact that she was still sick, Quinn would have believed that Rachel's kisses had healing powers. Rachel then brought her bowl down to the kitchen before coming back up and tidying up Quinn's room. And with her bed cleaned off all the tissues, Rachel slipped in for some cuddle time.

Rachel held onto Quinn as her girlfriend fell asleep and kept her arms in place until she was certain that she was in a deep slumber. She got out of bed and tucked Quinn in. Afterwards she checked downstairs for some medicine, and to give Frannie another little chat.

Hours later, Quinn woke up feeling the warmth of Rachel's body right behind her. She still felt awful, but it was a nice consolation to have her girlfriend so close. She turned around to greet Rachel and was surprised by what she found. Rachel was blowing her nose. "Oh, baby. You did get sick." Rachel whimpered as continued to blow her nose. "I'm so sorry. I should have never kissed you."

"It's okay. It's my fault," Rachel answered through her sniffling.

"All right, here's some soup!" they soon heard Frannie call out. "But don't you go thinking I'm feeding either one of you!"

AN: So, in Faberry related news, the themes for Faberry Week have been chosen. I'm a little disappointed because my suggestions didn't make the cut, but I think this is a nice list nonetheless. For those of you who are curious, I'll list the themes below:

December 15 - Reunion

December 16 - Sleepover

December 17 - Friends with Benefits

December 18 - Caught

December 19 - Possessive

December 20 - Tattoos

December 21 - Snowed In