Hey! I wanted to update this a few days ago but some stuff at school happened and today is my birthday so I wasn't intending on updating now either. :P
This chapter isn't as good as the last but it's sort of just silly, lol.
Anyways, enjoy! (:

Berry Merry Cheerio

Welcome To The Berry Residence!

"I'm home!" Rachel announced as she opened her front door, allowing her three new friends in after her. Taking her brand new white trainers off, she signalled for the others to do the same. Placing all four pairs in a row together, the brunette peered around the living room entrance. Grabbing her fathers' attention, they turned off the TV and stood up to hug her.

"I have some friends from school I'd like to introduce you too." The small girl stated.

"Whose that, honey?" Hiram asks, gazing into the hallway and seeing the three cheerleaders stood together looking slightly uncomfortable. Brittany was actually biting her nails like a classical cartoon character, out of nerves.

"Well, this is Quinn Fabray," Rachel began, pointing towards said person, "this is Santana Lopez, and this is Brittany Pearce." She continued, giving Brittany a strange look as the blonde gnawed up and down her hand. She must be doubly nervous.

"Nice to meet you," Leroy stepped forward, offering his hand out for each of them to shake. Once arriving to Brittany, she tilted her head to the side, unsure of what to do. Santana whispered something into her ear and then the confused blonde enthusiastically grabbed his hand and viciously shook it up and down.

Rachel decided to step in before her father's wrist broke off. "Dad, we're gonna go up to my room for a few hours, okay? See you later." And with that, she rushed the ditzy blonde, the Head Cheerleader blonde, and the Latina brunette, up the stairs.

Once in Rachel's room, they all sat down on the bed with their legs crossed. "What the hell is this, Berry?" Santana snapped, grabbing to a photo off her bedside of a baby kitten wearing a collar with a big gold star dangling off it.

"That's a photo of my old kitten!" Rachel explained, in defence. "She was named Barbra and I was convinced she would make it on feline Broadway when I was 5 years old!"

"It looks like a gorilla." The brown haired girl scoffed, Rachel snatching said photo out of her hand.

"Right, well what do you guys want to do?" The small brunette questioned quickly, trying to avoid anymore conversation about her beloved dead feline.

"Well what do you usually do when you have friends over?" Quinn prompted, before realizing Rachel probably never had anyone other than Finn, Puck or Jesse over before. And she wasn't planning on doing what Rachel did with them, with her.

There was an awkward silence for a moment as Rachel fiddled with the duvet on her bed. Brittany was the one to break the silence.

"Hey, remember at Kurt's wedding, when Finn said about everyone having ship names?" She questioned.

"Well, it was Kurt's dad's wedding, actually, but continue" Rachel corrected.

"Anyways, you know that you and Finn were Finchel, and you and Puck were Puckleberry? What would we be?" The blonde continued.

"You and Santana could be Santtany." Quinn suggested.

"Or Santana-Brittany?" Brittany added.

"How about Brittana?" Santana chipped in.

Brittany pondered for a minute or two. "That's amazing… just like the warthog that tries to give me advice in my dreams."

"So from now on shall Quinn and myself call you two Brittana?" Rachel wondered, giving a cheeky little grin.

"Only if we get to give you and Quinn a name." Santana smirked. "Hmm…. I think Quachel is a good one."

"Eww! We're not together the same way you and Brittany are!" The dark haired girl retorted, before guiltily turning to Head Cheerleader besides her. "N-not that you wouldn't be delightful to date, Quinn." She stumbled, scrambling for words.

"Feeling is mutual." The blonde shrugged. "But how about Faberry?"

Half an hour later

"Faberry, get the hell over here!" Santana called from the closet, ruffling through all the clothes in it.

"Santana, what are you doing?" Rachel demanded, trying to get the Latina to put one of the outfits down, Quinn following behind her.

"I've always wanted to do this. Y'know, to see if you actually have something descent in your wardrobe. Yuck, a mouse sweater, seriously Berry?"

"In my defence, it looked stylish at the time!"

"Thank God you're restricted to your Cheerios outfit now."

"That's so unnecessary."

"I have to agree with Santana."

"Quinn!"

"Sorry."

"You got owned, Berry."

Rachel sighed. "Fine, maybe it wasn't one of my best wardrobe decisions… Look, why don't we just watch TV or something?"

At this sentence, Brittany's ears perked up. She ran over to a small video rack in the corner of the room, starting to search for a movie to watch. Finding something of interest, she pulled it out of the compartment and studied it.

"Hey Rach, what's 'My 5th Birthday'?" She casually asked. "Is it like one of the musicals you're always talking about?"

Rachel stared towards Brittany's direction. "No Brittany, that's a tape of my 5th birthday."

The blonde stared at her blankly.

"When I turned 5 years of age."

Suddenly understanding, Brittany squealed, pushing the video into the video player before Rachel could object.

"Brittany I highly doubt that Quinn or Santana would want to watch the events of all those years ago."

"Shut it, dwarf!" Santana snapped. "Pass me the popcorn."

Caving in, Rachel decided to let them watch the tape. She hadn't actually watched the tape herself in years, but she was pretty sure there was nothing embarrassing on it.

Tape begins to play. Hiram is filming the empty room full of decorations, including a huge poster that spells out in big golden letters "Happy Birthday, our little Broadway star!"

Camera pans to a pile of about 50 neatly wrapped up presents in the centre of the carpet. As if on cue, Rachel prances in, wearing a obvious 'camera face'.

She dives in front of said recorder, overly emphasising every single movement she performed. "Oh Daddy, this is just perfect!" She enthusiastically announces, clasping both hands over her chest and pulling big heart-felt eyes at the lens.

Ahh, Rachel was wrong. There was a lot of embarrassing stuff on the tape.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Santana snarled, while Brittany went all boggly eyed at the amount of pretty presents.

"She hasn't changed at all." Quinn sighed, gazing over at a blushing Rachel sat on the floor covering her head with her hands in shame.

Rachel and Leroy sit down on the floor and open the first medium sized present. It's wrapped up in baby pink paper with a white bow on top. Inside it is a long slim box, the content inside it being a red lava lamp. "This is marvellous!" The birthday girl exclaims, spinning around to the camera and giving a big shiny beam.

"You're right Quinn, she hasn't changed at all." Santana agreed, breaking the three other girls' eyes off the television screen.

"And neither has Brittany." The blonde replied, pointing over to where Brittany was. She was in awe of the lava lamp as is sparkled on the tape.

"And now our little star is going to perform 'Tragedy' by Steps."

Promptly leaping out from her hidden position, Rachel dived over to the video player and ejected the tape. In a mad rush she sprinted across the room to hide said object, tripping over her bed and falling to the floor. The tape flew out of her hand and through the air, finally crashing on the floor and smashing.

The fallen girl gasped at the sight of the broken plastic laying across the ground, as the other girls tried to contain their laughs. They epically failed.

"Wheey!"

"Rachel are you okay?"

"…. Is the lava lamp still in the tape? Is it broken?"

"Not relevant right now, Britt."

Moaning, Rachel began to clean up the broken pieces off the floor. "Oh my God did that really just happen?"

Brittany began to advance over to the small girl's figure. Rubbing her back slightly, she whispered, "It's okay, Rach. We're all sad about the lava lamp."

An hour later

The previously broken tape was hidden away at the back of Rachel's video rack. Of course, it didn't work, but Brittany had insisted in trying to fix it. A few feet away from the glued together plastic, the four girls were exiting the bedroom.

"Daddy, my friends are leaving now!" Rachel called out to her parents in the living room.

"And no matter what you think Rachel did not break your video of her 5th birthday." Brittany added, clearly not understanding the term 'Don't tell my fathers about the video'.

Face palming, Quinn opened the door to her new friend's house and let herself out, followed by Santana and Brittany. Saying their goodbyes to the small brunette, they made their way across the driveway and broke off in their separate ways back to their own houses.

Although they didn't want to admit it, Rachel Berry was quite a cool person.

So yeah, that's it. (:
I'd be really thankful if anyone could give me suggestions on what to inclued in the next chapter, seeing as this chapter didn't really go anywhere plot-wise. :P
Please review(: xx