The name is Rachel Barbra Berry. Don't forget it because one day you'll see it in lights in the middle of Times Square. I am a future Broadway Star, living in NYC with my best friends Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson.

 

Her.


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ohh-sillygirls:

So here’s a little video I finally decided to finish. Hopefully it gives us a little break from all the very sad Faberry videos our masochistic selves have been enjoying as of late. I probably wouldn’t have gotten it done without my little sisters encouragement and assitance.

Faberry to Cassius’ - The Sound of Violence (I Wanna Be Inside You) 

Pretty self-explanatory right?

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Rachel, dear..

freshly-fabray:

I like to think not.

I want to, though. I’ve gotten better at cooking, and I just..want to take care of you.

Hey! I need to play hard sometimes!

Alright, if you really insist… Just don’t expect me to start cooking bacon for you. Those poor poor piggies…



Rachel, dear..

freshly-fabray:

I’m sorry, love. Come to bed. Let me make it up. I promise I know how to treat my girlfriend.

I love you, Rachel. Let me show you, and I’ll even make you whatever vegan-friendly breakfast you’d want in the morning. And take you wherever you’d like to go for lunch too.

Am I ever gonna be able to say no to you?

I know you do know how, Quinn. I was just messing with you, it’s too easy… And you don’t have to make me any vegan friendly breakfast, it’s okay. I’m perfectly happy with having my coffee and my Quinn. I love you too… I’ll be right over.


Rachel, dear..

freshly-fabray:

You’re kind of beautiful, Rachel.

Only kind of? Quinn Fabray, that’s not way to treat your girlfriend!


—— Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits
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osculati0n:

Let’s Pretend We’re Bunny Rabbits // The Magnetic Fields

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Rachel, dear..

freshly-fabray:

Hang on, you are seriously not complaining about how short my skirt was. Rachel do you have any idea how little you left to anyone’s imagination in high school? I mean sure, you hid the skin with stockings, but…those skirts could have very well been the death of me.

Anyways. You have a thing for this uniform, Rach? The one you’d be able to see if you just came to bed? Come, Rach. For me?

Ugh.


Rachel, dear..

freshly-fabray:

Oh? I think I’m plenty fun. I could show you how much fun I am if you’d like. I still have my Cheerios uniform Rach…we could have plenty fun with that, don’t you think?

I’ll be the one to decide that… W-why do you still have that? Are you kind of psychic too, and you just knew we were going to be together and that I may or may not have a thing for that uniform? I mean…Christ! Do you have any idea what it was like to see you every day in that impossibly short skirt??!