Faberry... They have been shrunk and they are now sitting on the blade of a ceiling fan contemplating what to do next.
"Rach, stop trying to dance with dust... it's... dust... think about how we're going to find our way out of this!"
"Jealousy does not look well on you, Quinn Fabray. Besides... I THINK I'LL TRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY DEFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYING GRAVITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"








