A/N: Can I just cry right now? I've gotten over 500 alerts for this story … just wow.

Thank you all so much.

And to let you know, Klaine is now official in this part and has been for 6 months.

"Rachel, are you sure you're okay with them dating?"

"Of course I am, Quinn. I wouldn't have suggested it in the first place if I wasn't okay with it," Rachel replied to her girlfriend, as they cuddled on the couch in the living room. Quinn just sighed deeply and accepted the answer as they fell into a comfortable silence.

Rachel started to absent-mindedly trace patterns up and down Quinn's arms and felt a shiver course through Quinn's body. She smirked and leaned down a placed an open mouthed kiss to her shoulder. Quinn giggled and turned in her arms to kiss her properly. She placed her hands on Rachel's hip and pushed herself to be on top of the other girl.

Too soon, things were getting heated when they heard the front door open. Both girls immediately jumped to the opposite sides of the couch and stayed quiet. No one was suppose to be in the house, not even them. It was suppose to be empty, and Rachel was going to take advantage of it to get some alone time with Quinn. Obviously, not anymore.

Rachel looked over to her girlfriend, who looked absolutely scared shitless, and instead of gesturing Quinn to move closer, she listened for the intruders of the house.

"B-B-laine, oh go-od," a voice echoed, more like moaned, throughout the Anderson home. Then a thump, something smacking that sounded slippery and a zipp—

Rachel's face went from pure confusion to absolute shock. Her best friend and her brother were going at it like rabbits and she was actually listening to it. Quinn couldn't help but notice as her mouth quirked up in a smile as she tried to control her laughter.

"Let's take this upstairs, shall we," another voice, which Rachel guessed was Blaine's, whispered. The girls listened intently as the sound of footsteps made their way up the stairs. Another closing door was heard and the house went completely silent.

"Rachel, where the hell are you going," Quinn whispered harshly, grabbing Rachel's arm, when she noticed she had gotten up from her spot on the other end of the couch, and attempting to go the stairs to do god knows what.

"There is no way in hell I am going to let my baby bro—hmph," Rachel was quickly silenced as Quinn pulled her on top of her, kissing her senseless.

"What were you saying?"

Words escaped Rachel and instead of replying to went to nipping at Quinn's neck. She whimpered softly as Rachel kissed her between the junction of her neck and her collarbone and – "OH, FUCK BLAINE RIGHT THERE."

The girls stared at each other. Quinn put her hand over mouth this time to not burst out at Rachel's absolutely horrified face. Rachel groaned and leaned her head against Quinn's chest.

"Is there anyway that we can go to your house and make out? Cause there is no way that I'm making out when I hear that."

Haha, turns out Rachel was right about Blaine wanting to ravish Kurt.

So that's protective!Rachel, and I hoped my Faberry shippers liked this snippet of them.

I would love for some ideas cause I don't know where I'm headed with this, so any suggestions would be really awesome.

Like seriously. Please.

Pretty please?

With all my love, Dwimmer-Crafty