AN: Well this was a lot longer than I had hoped for, but better late than never right? So I wasn't sure what I wanted to do next for this series. I wanted to try graduation, but that would involved Quinn giving a speech because she'd be valedictorian and I'm pretty awful at speeches. Not only that, but I've already given Quinn a speech during Prom. And so I decided to skip past graduation.

That said, Rachel and Quinn's years at high school are over for this verse. And while I do want to write about their college life and their adulthood, I'm not sure I want to put into this fic or continue on in a different one. As such, this fic will be marked as COMPLETE unless I decide to add onto it. Otherwise, I will probably work on a fourth fic for the "Ew!" verse, as well as work on other old works and come up with ideas for new projects. Hope you enjoy.

College, while typically a good this, was an ever looming threat for Rachel and Quinn. With the two of them never having been apart for more than a couple of days at a time, Frannie knew that neither of them would enjoy the distance between them. And so it was no surprise to her when she entered her sister's room and found Quinn reminiscing over her yearbook as opposed to packing. She watched from the doorway as Quinn flipped through the pages.

Quinn would smile fondly at cherished memories as she idly traced her and Rachel's outline. There were plenty of pictures of the two of them, all of them happy ones. As Quinn was busy reliving all the best moments of high school, Frannie stealthily snuck into her room. She crept up behind her and craned her head over her little sister's shoulder. On the pages below her there was the Glee Club's portion of the yearbook. In it there was a picture of them after their victory at Nationals. That day, Quinn couldn't quite control herself and ended up kissing Rachel when she should have been smiling. Why they didn't have a redo, Frannie didn't know, but if she had to guess she would say that it had something to do with Figgins always being cheap.

But perhaps it was for the best because the two of them look really cute, being front and center as they kissed one another. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, signaling Quinn to her presence. She turned with a gasp. "Fran, I didn't see you there." She partially closed her yearbook and scooted over a bit to give her sister some room to sit. "What's up?"

"Your clothes, apparently."

"My what?"

"Your clothes," Frannie repeated, gesturing towards Quinn's open closet. "You know, I don't know for sure but I'm guessing that Yale won't tolerate nudism very well. And I'm sure that your girlfriend wouldn't like that too much either." She earned a small laugh from Quinn who shook her head at the thought. "Okay, so with that settled I suggest we start packing." She got to her feet and slowly made her way to Quinn's luggage, but she stopped once she noticed that her sister wasn't following. "What is it? What's the problem?" she asked, even though she was certain that she already knew what it was. Quinn knew better than to lie so she simply shrugged in response. Frannie grumbled and returned to her seat beside her sister. She bumped elbows with her, urging her to fess up. "Come on, talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," Quinn insisted, reopening her yearbook to once again browse through her memories. She opened to a page which showed off a picture of the two of them being voted as McKinley's cutest couple. For the sake of their title, they had chosen to wear matching outfits with Rachel sitting atop Quinn's lap. The sight was utterly gag worthy. A smile tugged upon Quinn's lips. She suddenly closed her yearbook and hugged it close to her chest. "I'm gonna miss her."

And there it was; the most logical and predictable of reasons. She placed a hand on her sister's shoulder and pulled her into her arms. "Hey, it's not like the two of you are breaking up," she told her as she gently rocked the back and forth. "You're just going off to college. She'll be in New York and you'll be in New Haven, and that's not too far away now is it?"

"It's about eighty miles."

"See, that's not too bad. Eighty miles, that shouldn't be too long of a trip."

"An hour and a half, approximately."

"Well that's not too bad." At those words Quinn shot Frannie a glare. "Right?"

"An hour and a half Fran," Quinn repeated. "An hour and a half. It takes me about a third of that time to see her now, and that's if I'm taking my time. I can't take that long without seeing her," she whined. The frown upon her face deepened, and she let out a disgruntled sound as she imagined what it would be like. "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" At the sound of her voice, both Fabray sisters looked up towards the doorway. There stood Rachel with a slightly confused look upon her face. Quinn's mood immediately lifted. She jumped out of bed, tossing her yearbook aside, and leapt towards Rachel with open arms. Quinn wrapped her up tightly, causing Rachel to let out a squeak and nearly knocking her to the floor. It took a moment for Rachel to catch her breath and to recover from the shock. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing anymore." Quinn lifted Rachel up, wrapping her girlfriend's slender legs around her waist and carried her inside her room. She dropped her onto the bed and kissed her deeply before trailing her lips down her girlfriend's body. She explored Rachel's body at an excruciatingly slow place which had Rachel whimpering in no time. Quinn teased her girlfriend as best she knew how until she heard her Frannie roughly clear her throat. Her eyes shot up and her cheeks reddened. "Sorry, I kind of..."

"Yeah, I don't care." Frannie was already off the bed and taken steps towards the door just in case she needed to make a hasty getaway. "Just don't ever do that in front of me again."

With her face entirely red, Rachel decided to hide a bit beneath the covers. She flashed Frannie an apologetic smile, even though she didn't really have anything to apologize for. But between the two of them, Rachel was always a bit more embarrassed whenever things like this happened and thus she spoke up so as to change the subject. "So what were you two talking about?"

"Quinn was worried that you'd find someone new in New York and leave her."

"What?"

"I am not!"

"I would never leave you."

"I know that, Frannie's just messing with us."

"I- That is not nice Francine." Frannie flinched at the use of her full first name. Coming from Rachel, it didn't have the same intimidating effect that it would from her own parents or the Berry men, but Frannie still hated it when someone called her that. Rachel gave her a not-at-all frightening glare, but quickly decided that she wasn't worth the effort. She turned her head away with a flourish and brought her attention back to Quinn. "So what were you talking about?" she asked Quinn more directly. A blush returned to Quinn's cheeks and she shook her head as a response. "Oh, come on. Tell me. If you do than later we can…" She leaned in close and whispered something in Quinn's ear. Frannie couldn't hear and based off the way Quinn's face lit up, she was pretty grateful for that fact.

Still slightly embarrassed, Quinn ducked her head before answering, "It's just… I don't want to be far away from you, and I've kind of been putting off pack because it just makes it all just a little bit more real, you know? Like, if I pack then that's it. It means that in a couple of months I'll be in New Haven and you'll be in New York. We'll be so far apart. We won't get to see each other every day. We won't be able to cuddle, or kiss, or anything. "You two will do great, I just- What the…" Before she could say anything further, Quinn and Rachel jumped out of bed. Quinn pulled Frannie's hand out of her dresser and Rachel quickly shut the drawer. "What was that?"

"Nothing," the both answered nervously.

"Seriously, what was that?"

"Nothing," they insisted, the two of them sharing glances with each other. A voice inside Frannie told her not to investigate any further, but she pushed those thoughts aside just as she tried to push Rachel and Quinn aside. "Frannie don't." Despite their advantage in numbers, Frannie had the upper hand. During her days as Head Cheerio, Sue's practices had been far more grueling and thus she superior upper body strength. "Really Frannie, you don't want to see." Frannie didn't listen, and she was soon able to get Rachel and Quinn out of the way. She opened up the top drawer and immediately regretted doing so.

"Oh My God!"

"I told you that you didn't want to see," Rachel said weakly.

"Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God! What the fuck? What the fuck is that?"

"Our toys," Quinn stuttered out.

"Toys?! Toy?! That's like an entire fucking sex shop in your underwear drawer!"

"Okay, that's a little much sis. We don't have that much."

"Yeah, it's just a couple of things."

Frannie stood slack-jawed. She slowly shook her head and retreated from her sister's room as quickly as her legs would allow. Unfortunately, her legs were in a state of shock and so it took her far longer to escape that she would have liked. "This never happened, okay?" She received no answer, but she knew that neither Rachel nor Quinn would argue with her. She exited the room and entered her own, flopping down face first into her bed. No amount of therapy would ever fix this.

"Well that was embarrassing."

"Could have been worse," Quinn reasoned.

"Really? How so?" Rachel challenged with a glare.

"She could have found the toys we have at your place."

"Right. That would be bad."