This blog is dedicated to the main reasons we watch glee: Brittana, Pezberry, Faberry, FaFaberry, Quinntana, HeYa, Achele, basically any combination. I made this blog because my girlfriend got mad at me for posting 90% glee stuff. OH WELL :)
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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Just had coffee with the real life Short Stack muse of SHAFD. She says to tell you all hey. ;)
im stalking dylan’s tumblr and now I’m crying because i remember theres a real short stack and bee in the world and it makes me so happy
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Faberry Week - Day 3 - First Time (Saying “I love you” to one another)
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A top ten was requested by christmasinkillarney and so I made a photoset, later to be a page. I remastered the top 10 in the new style, and chose them based on notes (although I made sure the notes were because it was a quality fail and not for some other reason). Be sure to click for zoom and high res!
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Faberry Week - Day 4 - Winter in New York (AU Faberry)
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A loud thud could be heard through the elevator as it came to a sudden, jolting stop with the two twenty-something females inside going slightly pale. “Oh my God. The elevator just stopped.” Stated the shorter girl with nicely golden skin.
The still pale blonde turned her attention towards the window where the brunette stood, her fingers laced around the metal cage surrounding the interior of the broken elevator. “What should we do?” She managed to whisper out.
Not one to waste time, the brunette quickly took off her extremely warm coat and noticed a brightly coloured plastic bag in the far corner. She immediately started rummaging through its contents, pouring them out onto the floor. She pulled out a few tinsel stringers, hung them on the metal railing within the elevator and went back to the bag and pulled out two plastic crowns. “We could have our own party.”
The clearly quiet blonde looked down at her fingers and contemplated her choices; start yelling and screaming into the elevator shaft and window in an effort to get someone’s attention, escape and get to her office’s New Year’s party, where they will inevitably try to set her up with an overly-confident and drunk man-child from the next floor up or make the best of the situation and spend some time with the neighbour she’s had for nearly four months now, but has yet to say a complete sentence to. At least the latter has the possibility to be a good time. “Okay.” She manages to whisper out yet again.
“You don’t talk much, huh?” The brunette, now clad in a form fitting red dress, asks confidently as she takes a seat next to her neighbour.
“No.” The quiet girl replies with a shrug.
“Okay… Well, how about this? In an effort to get you to talk I’ll tell you a little about myself and then if you feel comfortable enough, you can talk about yourself. Sound good?” The tanned girl quickly looked quiet girl in the eye before answering her own question. “Good.”
The blonde’s cheeks blushed slightly at the girl’s confidence, before she smiled slightly.
“My name is Rachel Barbra Berry - named after Rachel Green from friends and my personal God, Barbra Streisand -. I’m from Lima, Ohio where my dads, Leroy and Hiram raised me. According to them, I’ve been singing since I was three, however I personally believe I’ve been singing since I was in my surrogate mother’s womb.” Both girls chuckled at this statement. “I moved in here a few months ago after graduating from NYADA, where I starred in eight plays and three student films. Now I’m the female lead in an off-Broadway show, which will be premiering in early February. In my free time - which I don’t have much off - I like to read and record demo tracks in my friend’s studio.” With a grand total of two breaths, Rachel was able to state several of the key points from her young life. “You comfortable now?”
“I guess.” The nervous girl replied as she fiddled with the bottom of her shirt.
“Then take it away, mademoiselle.” Rachel gave her a big grin and patted her knee comfortingly.
“My name’s Quinn Fabray, I don’t know who I was named after and I was born in Bellville, Ohio and raised -for the majority of my adolescence by my mom and dad. Um…” Quinn paused, not knowing what to say that was somewhat interesting. “I was a cheerleader for most of my high school career and the ‘Head Bitch in Charge’ as some of my peers liked to refer to me. I was rude, that was for sure.” Rachel’s happy exterior faltered slightly at Quinn’s admission. “When I was sixteen my parent’s separated and until I moved out it was just my mom and I. I graduated, went to Yale for English and the performing arts.” Rachel brightened immediately. “Now I’m here, living in 5b… Next door to you.” Quinn finished, looking up at the brunette in an attempt to get a read on what would happen next in their conversation.
“Look, was that so hard?” Rachel teased as she nudged her shoulder against the blonde’s, who appeared to be opening up a bit more.
“No.” Quinn stated quietly.
“Don’t turn back on me now” The brunette put her hand back on the shy blonde’s knee yet again. “Speak. Say what is on your mind.” Rachel said jokingly with a British accent.
Quinn looked at her. Really looked at her. She was gorgeous, her smile, her eyes, those shaped dimples, gosh, and those lips. She radiated happiness. Quinn hadn’t looked at a girl like this since, well, ever.
Rachel noticed her staring and smiled slightly. “Penny for your thoughts?” She asked, close enough to Quinn, that the brunette’s warm breath against her neck and ear sent a shiver down her spine. The blonde looked down immediately. “You want to borrow my coat?” Rachel inquired, noting her shiver and the way Quinn had paled slightly.
Quinn shook her head slightly before bringing her gaze back up to Rachel’s eyes, her breath immediately hitched in her throat. “You have gorgeous eyes.” She didn’t even have to look at the brunette’s lips to know that she was smiling from the compliment, the glint in her eyes already giving it away.
“You’re one to talk.” Rachel stated with a nervous laugh. She reached out to tuck the blonde’s hair away from her face in an effort to truly see those hazel eyes. “Absolutely stunning.” Rachel said in less than a whisper.
The both licked their respective lips instinctively and leaned in to one another, Rachel’s hand having made its way to the back of Quinn’s neck as their lips connected tenderly, barely together before they separated. You could hear a pin drop before Quinn managed to escape a gentle laugh. “Where did you come from?” She whispered, not knowing why she broke the silence.
“Your dreams.” Was all Rachel said before laughing and leaning back in for another kiss.
This was going to be a pretty good year.
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Brittany S. Pierce - the definition of a supportive and caring (girl)friend.
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