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In The Closet, a glee fanfic | FanFiction

Title: In The Closet
Author: crammit
Fandom: Glee
Rating: M
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn (side Brittany/Santana)
Timeline: AU
Summary: Quinn decides to surprise Santana and Brittany with a visit but gets a different kind of surprise when Rachel insists on tagging along. Rated M for sex and language **Part of the Bowery Verse**

A/N: Glee and its characters do not belong to me. I’m only borrowing them. But I promise to put them right back where I found them.

A/N: This is actually the first Faberry fic I’ve ever written and I will freely admit to being nervous to dip my toe in the Faberry waters. I can only hope I do them some sort of justice. :-)

A/N: This is an offshoot of my Bowery Verse (which right now just consists of Perfect and Merry Christmas) in that it focuses on Faberry rather than Brittana as all of my other stories have.

A/N: For the few of you that have asked, my Bowery Verse is the prequel to my Sweetest Verse.

A/N: Big thanks again to Uvaack for agreeing to read this over and offer editing tips, suggestions, and encouragement even though Faberry isn’t her thing. LOL

A/N: As always, thanks very much for reading. Reviews are always appreciated. :-)


I was going though my fic and rereading some of it and I decided that I really, really like this one, eventho it was a deviation from my normal Brittana. So I decided a repost was in order because….

Yeah, she liked her. Rachel fought back the wave of disappointment. “I see you have a flower.”

“No,” Quinn shook her head. She plucked the flower out of her lap and held it out to Rachel. A gardenia, its white petals soft and alive.

“I-it’s for you.”

Rachel stared in shock. “What?”

“I don’t have any money…” Quinn fidgeted, seeming uncertain. “But I talked to the vendor and she gave it to me, since I-I told her there was someone special I wanted to have a flower. Y-you’ve done so much for me, and this is the only way I can say thank you.”

“Someone special…”

“You don’t like gardenias.” Quinn’s face fell. “I can choose something else.” She started to wheel away, but Rachel grabbed the chair, stopping her.

She leaned down and pulled Quinn into her arms. Quinn had given her a flower. Quinn thought she was someone special.

“I never thought about gardenias before,” Rachel admitted, still hugging Quinn. “But now I think they’re my very favorite. Thank you so much, sweetheart.” She didn’t care that she probably shouldn’t keep calling Quinn that; she was just so happy that Quinn wasn’t interested in the vendor, that she had given her a flower. “Thank you.”

 Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home  - by: itsfaberrytaboo  Chapter 7