#para7

[actuallyberry]

BRUNCH | FABERRY

Who: Quinn Fabray & Rachel Berry What: Quinn and Rachel go to church and then back to Rachel’s house for brunch Where: Easter church service and Rachel Berry’s house When: Sunday morning; April 1st

 RACHEL

Rachel couldn’t believe she’d asked Quinn to join her at church but she no longer regrets it. It was interesting and a bit intimidating but she liked it. She liked sitting next to Quinn and watching her focus on something that isn’t dance. There was something about Quinn that Rachel enjoyed and she hoped that the more she spent time with the blonde the more she could understand what it is. She figures it didn’t matter, just that it felt good being around her, but the fact that she’d make her way to a church celebrating a holiday she didn’t celebrate because it didn’t have to do with her religion told Rachel that there was something worth while about her. 

Like they’d planned, they make their way to Rachel’s apartment. The pair  takes the subway and Rachel makes sure to tell Quinn how much she appreciated her letting her accompany her to church. She’s not sure just  everyone would do that, especially for someone who doesn’t share the same religious beliefs. 

When they get off the subway Rachel finds herself resisting the urge to grab Quinn’s hand, for the second time that day, but distracts herself with rummaging for her keys in her bag, finding them just as they get to the front of her place. The family she works for, the kids Quinn teaches, were out of town for the holiday and it meant Rachel could comfortably have free reign of the house. “So are you excited for this pizza? I’m starving.” Rachel laughs as she lets them into the house, spotting her cat molly perched on top of the couch.

[quinnxfabray]

a little something new

A few days into this newest development in their relationship, Quinn was surer than ever that her little sister was a natural submissive. She was just so unrelentingly eager to please. Every day when Quinn got home from work, she was greeted by Marley just as she’d asked, though they’d quickly learned that Max needed attention first or Marley on her knees was only asking for nonstop face licks from the big German Shepherd. Quinn briefly considered trying to train him to give them a break, but her boy was just excited to see her, after all. Who was she to try and change that?

Sometimes she kept Marley on her knees and let her suck her cock, getting in some deepthroat practice, and sometimes she pinned her sister to the wall beside the door and fucked her with a full day of pent-up need. Either way, she always let Marley come when she asked, letting her touch herself if she used her mouth, or timing her release if she was in her pussy so they could finish together. It all quickly became responsible for a little hurry in her step on her way home, a small smirk on her lips as she thought about what waited for her at home throughout her day.

Today was different, though. Not only was it Saturday, but when they had sex that morning, Quinn risked saying no when Marley asked permission to come. Marley was doing so well with everything, was so eager for more, that it was time to challenge her a bit. She seemed to take the denial as well as could be expected, well enough that Quinn felt comfortable denying her again when fucking her over the kitchen counter before breakfast. For reassurance, she offered she had plans for Marley's next orgasm, and that good girls were patient.

Coming back up the stairs with Max from walking him, Quinn's thoughts ran wild with those plans. She knew she wanted to introduce some new concepts to Marley. Maybe some rope work, definitely some toys. It was a good thing it was the weekend. Max didn't mind the elevator being down for repairs as much as Quinn did -- he bounded up each flight in three seconds before turning to wait for his slower owner, tongue lolling out as he panted, playful impatience in his eyes. Despite being two years old, he was a big puppy in a lot of ways, something that Quinn never let him forget. When she opened her apartment door, she didn't expect to see Marley going on her knees for her, just like it was six on a weeknight, and just like always, the sight took her breath away. It would never stop being a dream come true for Quinn. "Oh, look at this, Max," Quinn said, a slow smile curling her lips as she closed the door behind her. Max trotted almost right past her on the way to his water bowl, only pausing to push his snout against her neck for a second, his tail wagging. "I think someone's trying to be a very good girl for me."

[notsoordinaryberry]

something that you should know | SHELBY&RACHEL

WHO: RACHEL AND SHELBY ( @mamacorcoran69)

WHERE: SHELBY’S APARTMENT

WHEN: FRIDAY NIGHT

WHAT: Shelby finally tells Rachel the truth about her identity. 

Rachel didn't really have the time to change into something more presentable, as she was on her way out the door for work when Broadway star Shelby Corcoran finally decided to get back to her. She had been furious at the thought her dads wouldn't just come to her and say they are disappointed. They'd never been the most sane of men and hiring a famous person to talk her into not giving up her dreams didn't seem that far off. But Shelby didn't admit to that at all and though she didn't have much time she felt importance in the older woman's words. So despite being clad in a sweat suit, she made her way to the 8th floor to see what the woman could want with her, thankful that at the very least her hair and makeup were done. When she makes it out of the elevator she walks to the door that said 8D and knocked.

Shelby felt slightly sick to her stomach these past couple of days. She had ignored Rachel's little outburst and let it sit, she needed to think. She called her therapist and talked their ear off, expensive call. She had to do this, something she had been working up to since she first saw Rachel years ago. She had a glass of wine poured, sipping it when she heard the knock on the door. Another breath, she opened the door and took a good look at her. "Come in." Rachel just kind of looks at the woman before brushing passed her to enter her apartment. She can't help but look around, curiosity getting the best of her. This was after all, someone famous, someone she'd looked up to, though her dads never let her see her shows because they were too grown up or so they said. "I'm not sure I understand what this is."

Shelby had it all set up and she pointed to the chair, "sit... please." She knew this was a long shot but it had to be done and she didn't know how to say it. "I came back to Ohio for a short time to teach a very talented group. You probably know them as Vocal Adrenaline. I was their ghost coach and trained them, I do believe you sat in my theater during one of those sessions?"

Rachel takes a seat, and her pales as the woman starts to speak. That had absolutely happened, she can remember it clearly, and she doesn't remember ever feeling like anyone had noticed them. "Your team won that year, why are you worried about that now?"

"We did win and that is not why I bring it up." Shelby walked around to face Rachel, taking another large sip of her wine. "I had a choice to make that year, very important, it would have cause a great deal of trouble. I made a tape and I was going to give it to you, but I chickened out. I had this whole elaborate plan with Jesse and I couldn't do it. Here," Shelby pressed play on the player and took a breath; The tape plays the intro to I dreamed a dream before Shelby's voice cuts in. "Hi, baby. It’s your mom. I think this pretty much says it all." Then she goes into the words, Shelby sits back with the wine clutched in her hands.

Rachel opens her mouth to speak but Shelby is stepping close and she's suddenly feeling very warm and aware of their proximity. "Why would you want to make me something?" She remembers Shelby used to be Jesse's coach at one point in time but he never mentioned anything like this.

The music begins to play and her eyes squint a little, as she grew more confused. That is until Shelby is talking again, except its from the tape instead. "I'm sorry, you're what?" Her hand is moving to the tape to turn it off.

Shelby stops her hand and make sure she listened to the tape, all the way. The tape clicks, stops, and Shelby looks at Rachel. "When I was around your age, I had a baby and I-" Shelby put the glass down, tear running down her face. "I answered an ad in the paper, a nice couple were looking for a surrogate. I met with them and they made me sing and checked my talent, I was perfect for them. They took care of me for those nine months and I started getting attached, not part of the bargain. They made me sign a closed adoption, with permission to contact after you were eighteen. As long as I didn't see you before than and I broke it, I broke it when I became your competitor that year with Vocal Adrenaline. I left that year, because your dads found out and told me if I didn't leave, they would take proper action."

Rachel is just watching her hand, the hand Shelby had pushed away to keep the song playing. It's so weird, knowing this voice comes from the person standing in front of her and yet its coming from a tape instead. A tape made for her. A tape she'd held onto for ten years at least. "That's absolutely insane." Rachel says after a long moment. "That doesn't even make any sense."

"I wanted to be in your life but they didn't think it would be fair. As I would be in New York and have no time to be apart of a family. Which is ironic coming from them, when they never seemed to make a lot of time for you." Shelby cupped Rachel's chin, "I didn't know you lived here in this building. So, when I saw you- I knew what I had to do. I had to find my courage for once and just do it." Shelby took another deep breath, "I understand if you need time but I'm here and I won't be going anywhere."

"You don't get to judge them." Rachel says, turning away from her touch. She's not sure if this would seem so absolutely daunting if everything else hadn't been going on, but this just felt not real. Sure her dads weren't around often but they were there and they loved her and they helped her get to New York. "You really should have warned me this was going to be big news." She says as she stands up, unable to really let it all sink in. "I have to go to work now, but I'll take this." She grabs the tape and the player.

Shelby straightened herself up and watched as Rachel grabbed the tape. She knew this would be a lot and she didn't know what to expect. "Take your time, I'm here and I'm sorry- your right. I was never mom material- to selfish, driven to be a star. I would have hurt you I think. So, go on and take it and- yeah, go on." Shelby grabbed her glass of wine and sat down. 

Rachel can't stop staring, unable to move from her spot in a storm out the way she wanted to. "That isn't fair." She whispers after a moment. "You don't even know." Rachel isn't really sure what she's actually trying to get out. It just didn't feel fair to hear this woman decide it would have ended badly when Rachel had spent so much time hoping for her to just appear back then. "I have to go." She doesn't look back to the woman as she walks out of her apartment. Rachel's not sure she could keep sobs of shock from escaping if she saw the look on Shelby's face.

[benjikarofsky]

Late December Back in ‘63 || Para

WHO: Benji Karofsky (@benjikarofsky) and Franco Del Rio (@southsidefranco)

WHERE: Benji’s apartment

WHEN: 29th March 2019 (Backdated & Retconned)

NOTES: [A retconned continuation of what happened directly after THIS PARA ended.] After a fun first date, Franco and Benji’s relationship quickly buds from meaningless sex to sex that’s... well... with meaning.

TRIGGERS: This entire thing is smut. (Not even gonna section it off. There’d be no point.) **kinks listed directly under the cut**

BOLD: Benji

ITALIC: Franco

WORD COUNT: 2464

Kink warning: Orgasm denial, light bondage (handcuffs), domination, teasing, begging/desperation; ‘blink-and-you’ll-miss-it’ versions of the following: slut-shaming, aftercare

Franco has enjoyed dinner, getting to eat out was always nice but, as soon as they hit the cold air, it was like he his body decided it was going to go back to asshole mode and he smirked at Benji, "So" he began, "We have had the date... Now do we go home and go our separate ways? I can't imagine you are the kind to have sex on a first date".

Benji scoffed slightly and rolled his eyes, "I'm pretty sure you're a special case, Franco. If you're looking for an excuse to go home, I think you need a better one than that," he teased, "Especially since you haven't finished apologizing. ...Or did you think that I'd forget?"

Franco smirked, "Sorry but what exactly do you want me to apologize for? You are the one who gave me a good time under the table" he smiled, looking around to see if any passerbys were listening, "I don't need an excuse to go home, if I wanted to I could and you wouldn't stop me".

"Really? Already forgot that you let it slip that you only wanted to go on this date to get me riled up?" He stopped walking, took Franco's hand, and gently pulled him to his height so he could whisper the next part into his ear: "Must've been too busy begging to remember. ...that was only a punishment. Now you get to come home with me and actually apologize, Mr. 'I'll Do Whatever You Want, Benji'. "

Franco smirked as Benji pulled him into him and smiled, "Oh that, I thought we'd put that behind us" he said, a smile spread across his face. The words whispered into his ears did things to him and his eyes fluttered closed, "If that was punishment, I could be punished more often" he breathed out. When Benji repeated his words he smiled and bit his lip, "You gunna put that to the test?"

Benji laughed lightly, starting to walk again, but not letting go of Franco's hand. "Of course I'm gonna put that to the test. If I don't, I'm never gonna get tonight out of my head: 'Oh please, Benji! I'll do whatever you want, Benji! Anything!'" he teased, making a point to exaggerate Franco's moans from earlier. "And you told me you didn't beg."

Franco shook his head as he continued to walk with Benji, "Stop it" he breathed squeezing Benji's hand as he did, "Otherwise I'll just go home and leave you hanging" he smirked out, "And I think we both know you don't want that right now"

"Your threat goes both ways, y'know. I know you don't really wanna leave yourself hanging either." By that time, they had made it to Benji's apartment building, so he put in the code to open the front door and dragged Franco into the nearest elevator. 

In one movement, he pushed the button for the fourth floor and pinned Franco against one of the elevator walls. "You're all mine for the rest of the night," he purred, pulling Franco into a deep kiss.

As soon as they arrived at Benji's building he smiled to himself, he knew he was in for a good night and that was only proven when Benji pushed him up against the elevator wall and kissed him. He moaned into the kiss, moving his hands to grip Benji's shirt at the waist, "Babe" he breathed into Benji's kiss

Benji kissed Franco back voraciously, balling up his shirt and dragging him out of the elevator by it. He broke away for just a second to unlock the door before kissing him again, only ending when he made it to his room and pushed Franco onto the bed. 

"Are you gonna be a good little plaything?" He sauntered over to his beside table, "Or am I gonna have to break out the new toy I bought us?" he questioned, pulling out two pairs of handcuffs.

Franco kissed Benji hungrily, desperation in every movement. He'd never felt like this about any one before and he found everything made him crave more. As they reached the bedroom, he fell onto the bed and propped himself up on his elbows. Benji's words made him give a soft moan and then he saw the handcuffs and smirked, "Brought them for us huh?" he asked, "It would be rude not to then". His response even surprised him, but he knew he didn't act the same as the scared Franco when he was hopped up on heroin.

"I figured," Benji purred, climbing onto the bed. He leaned down and pulled Franco into a soft kiss before pulling back and breaking into an embarrassed laugh. "HaShem, you drive me crazy," he whispered, kissing Franco and pushing him backwards so his back was on the bed.

Franco returned every kiss with a passion he didn't know he had and every time Benji pulled away, he would groan. This was everything he knew he wanted and Benji was the one giving it too him. He heard Benji's words and smirked at him, "Not as crazy as you drive me" he breathed out as he was pushed backwards. He looked up to other, his hands resting on Benji's knees, "Come on babe, do your worst" he spoke, playfully

Benji smiled and pulled up Franco's arms. He kissed him deeply and, not breaking the kiss, he handcuffed Franco's wrist to either side of one of the gaps in his bedpost. He pulled back and smiled, then started to undo Franco's zipper with his teeth. In one motion, he pulled off Franco's jeans, then came back up to kiss him again. "I'm gonna take my time playing with you," he whispered, running his hands up Franco's torso.

Franco groaned as his hands were cuffed to the bed and he tested the restraints, giving a gentle tug on them. He nodded and watched as Benji moved down, removing his jeans and smiling at him, "So fucking hot" he hissed out as the words shot to his cock, "Please" he said, not even sure what he was asking for

"'Please'? I didn't even do anything yet," Benji said with a gently laugh, kissing Franco lightly as he reached down and started to slowly palm him through his boxers. "What happened to Mr. 'I Don't Beg'? Did I really break you that easily?"

Franco moaned hard as Benji palmed him and he shook his head, "Unless you make me shut up, I'll be speaking and pleading the whole time... You do stuff to me Benji" he whined

Benji kissed Franco gently, then placed a line of kisses up his jawline until he made it to his ear. "Maybe I like the pleading," he whispered, giving his ear another soft kiss before sliding down so he was eye-level with Franco's lower body. "Awe, I almost forgot about your little 'accident' earlier," he teased, lapping at the head of Franco's cock through his boxers. "Mmm... all that cum a little while ago and still getting hard again. So greedy, Franc."

Franco moaned as every word shot straight to his cock, "Fuck babe, you get me so hard" he breathed as he balled his fists, wanting desperetely to touch, "I meant what I said" he breathed as Benji's lips teased his cock, "I'll do anything for you"

"Awe, Franc... Don't tell me that! Then I'm gonna wanna see just how crazy I can drive you," he whispered, pulling the head of Franco's cock into his mouth through the boxers and swirling his tongue around the hole.

Franco dipped his ass into the bed as he felt Benji's tounge on his cock and he tries to pull against the handcuffs, "Stop fucking teasing" he groaned through clenched teeth.

Benji pulled back and smirked. "I've only just started, Babe." He licked a stripe up Franco's cock, then ran his hand up and down it, humming gently as he did. "Look at you, Baby... You're just aching to get out of these boxers, aren't you? Mmm, you're rock hard, Babe."

Franco found his legs squeezed together, his cock very sensitive from the nights events, "I want my cock free" he breathed as he started to move his lower body, attempting to squirm enough to loosen his boxers. It was now he wondered why he wore right boxer shorts and not those baggy ones, "I'm so fucking hard for you babe".

Benji moaned lightly, still slowly jerking Franco's cock through his boxers. "I can't even begin to tell you how hot this is, Baby... Knowing that I've already broken you into a begging little mess." He took more of Franco into his mouth and bobbed down as far as the stretch on his boxers would let him, lightly playing with his balls with the other hand as he did.

Franco wanted desperately to be freed from his boxers, "Fuck, please take them off" he begged as he squirmed on the bed his hands clenching and making jangling noises, "Please babe" he breathed.

"All you had to do was ask, Baby," Benji teased, grabbing the elastic band and pulling his boxers off painstakingly slow. "Mmm... so hard..." He played with Franco's cock with his hand for a moment, then pulled it down and let go, watching it spring back. 

"What do I even do with a cock this hard?" he asked, his tone dripping with faux-innocence as he took the tip into his mouth.

Franco gave a gasp of relief once his cock was freed which quickly became moan of passion as Benji took it into his mouth, "Babe" he began, his breathing ragged, "I ain't gonna promise not to cum" he moaned

Benji smirked, then placed a line of kisses from the tip of Franco’s cock down to his ‘V’. “Don’t worry, Franc,” Benji whispered, jerking him painstakingly slowly. “Believe me. You’re not gonna cum until right when I want you to.”

Franco's eyes fluttered closed as he tugged in the restraints again. He was used to gripping hair and running hands over bodies and this, was like a torture but a torture that felt so freaking good. He bit down on his lip and nodded, arching his back to bring Benji closer to him, "What if I can't stop it" he breathed, "You've got no idea how wild you drive me".

Benji laughed lightly, "You won't. Because when you can't hold it anymore, I'll just stop," he teased, letting go of Franco's cock when he reached the end of the sentence. He kissed one of Franco's thighs before continuing, "You're all tied up, Francie. It's a little hard to cum if I don't help you."

Franco whined when Benji let go of him, his hips still moving as he tried to find something, anything for friction against his rock hard cock. As Benji mentioned the restraints he tugged on them again, "Benj" he breathed. "This is incredibly hot but my god, you are driving me wild".

“That’s the point, Franc,” Benji said in a song-song voice, giving him a soft smile. “I’m in charge, and I can drive you as mad as I want,” he breathed before bobbing down on his cock.

Franco audibly gasped as Benji went back down on him and he balled his fists, "Holy fuck" he breathed out loud, "Please baby" he breathed, "Please, give me so much more".

Benji pulled back and smirked. "If you want it, then take it," he whispered, wrapping his lips back around Franco's cock.

Franco groaned and started to buck his hips upwards, pushing himself deep into Benji's mouth as he gasped and moaned, "Fuck, such a good mouth" he breathed out as his knuckles started to go white from his clenched fists.

Benji took Franco in his mouth easily, moaning softly at each thrust into his mouth. He pulled back and took Franco's cock in his hand, jerking it slowly. "Mm... I guess I should stop teasing you, huh, Babe? ...Wanna cum?"

Franco gave a whimper when Benji removed his mouth but continued to thrust his hips with Benji's hand movements. He nodded, "Yes, god yes I want to cum" he moaned loudly into the room

Benji nodded, his smirk growing wider. “Mm... You’ve been such a good plaything tonight. I guess I’ll let you.” He let go of Franco’s cock, not wanting him to cum before he got what he wanted. “Remind me who’s in charge? Then I’ll give you what you want, Babe.”

Franco whimpered again as Benji let go and he lifted his head, "Fuck, you aren't playing fair" he whined, "You know you’re the boss" he breathed, "Please babe" he begged his cock aching for release.

“I know I am. I just like to hear you say it, Franc… it’s so fun making you a desperate little mess,” Benji teased, slowly jerking him off. “If you wanna cum, then do it,” he purred, looking up at Franc as he took him back into his mouth.

Franco moaned hard, a near animalistic sound coming from his mouth as Benji started to blow him again. He bucked his hips harder and, as he came he groaned out, "I'm gunna fucking cum". The release sent intense shivers of pleasure through his body, his hands finally falling limp in their restraints

Benji swallowed easily and pulled back, crawling back up so he was eye-level with Franco. “Was that fun?” He asked gently, unlocking Franco’s handcuffs and pulling the man into his arms.

Franco rubbed his wrists as they were freed and smiled at Benji then the marks he was left with. He nodded, biting his lip, "Do you want me to return the favour" he asked quietly as he stroked Benji's arms.

Benji shook his head, giving Franco a soft kiss on his neck. "I'll take care of myself later. This was about you," he whispered. He held Franco tighter and rocked him slightly, a smile plastered on his face. "So good at following directions," he teased.

Franco smiled and relaxed into Benjis hold, he felt so contented here in his arms, "I don't know what you do to me" he breathed, "Something about you drives me wild".

Benji laughed, "I could say the same the thing about you. I don't get all riled up like that for everyone, y'know." He kissed the side of Franco's face and laid down flat on the bed, pulling Franco down with him. With Franco still in his arms, he gave a content sigh. "Wanna just stay the night?"

Franco smirked, "I do have a way with people" he breathed out, linking his hands with Benji's, "I love getting you all riled out". He lay down, his head resting on Benji's chest and nodded, "Yeah, I think I do want to stay tonight".

[agentteprentiss]

Reluctantly Emily rolled away from JJ to stretch for her flashing phone. It was Interpol of course, though she hadn’t remembered setting up to call in tonight. That alone was concerning. With a small groan and a look back at JJ who was thankfully still sleeping, Emily slipped out of bed, answering once she had crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. Her greeting was still slurred by sleep, but the urgency in the tone of the voice on the other end prodded her towards being more alert. “Wait. Back up, say that again,” Emily wasn’t certain she had heard correctly. A target they had been after well over a year had resurfaced. It was one of the main differences with Interpol from the BAU. Emily could more easily invest in long term operations and things that took time to bring to fruition. She hadn’t expected something to come up now of all times. And not when she hadn’t addressed leaving her position at Interpol yet.

“No, no you were right call,” Emily said, the woman on the other end must have sensed how her thoughts had drifted just then. “I’m putting it together is all.” She could jump to professional mode easily enough, but the quiet warmth of JJ’s bed still had yet to fully recede. “I can video conference in- oh, okay.” Emily should have anticipated that wouldn’t have been enough. She herself knew she’d have to fly back but she didn’t realize that Interpol would already have set into motion her retrieval. “No, of course I can be ready by then.” Emily was pacing now in the kitchen, thinking of how she’d need to organize her people and what she’d need to do as soon as she set foot in London. “Let me have some coffee and take a look at the files on my laptop and I’ll give you a call back.” She needed to be able to collect herself and sort through all that was happening. Emily had gotten used to the isolated routine of being with JJ, her job only encroaching in the early hours of the night she planned for. She knew it was only a matter of time before things had to change, but she had hoped she’d have things better in order to avoid having to whisk away as swiftly as she’d come to DC. “Mm, hmm,” Emily nodded along with her sounds of assent. “Talk to you later.”

[peculiarberry]

Cats and Cuddles } McBerry

Who: Rachel Berry and Mason McCarthy What: Rachel comes over to meet Mason’s cat and they all snuggle When: September 4th Where: Blaine and Mason’s dorm room Notes: 

Mason was having an amazing day so far. He was the proud new daddy to a beautiful sleek black cat he'd found at the shelter with Parker's help. And now Rachel was about to come over to meet his new friend and he was actually pretty excited about it. He'd tried to be supportive of his friends during the whole Rachel and Blaine attempt to date debacle, but in doing so he'd found he really enjoyed talking with Rachel. She was being so supportive of him with the musical and they shared a lot of interests. Plus, she liked puns. Which hopefully meant she'd enjoy meeting Aaron Purr even more than usual. Mason figured he'd have to 'wait for it' to find out. And then he laughed at his own joke before hearing a knock on the door and going to let Rachel in.

Rachel: is excited to see Mason, especially since she had convinced Blaine to help her make cookies to hopefully get him to read the book she'd given to him. She also hopes he doesn't take it as her trying to steal his twin sister's idea- he had just mentioned it worked for him, so why shouldn't she try that first? She finds herself in front of his and Parker's door and she knocks on it softly, hoping not to startle his new cat who is now in a new place. Rachel is trying to imagine what kind of cat Mason got, if he named it after a musical, and if the tiny thing will like her. Rachel never had a pet as a child, they were always so busy, but she loved other people's animals that was for sure.

Mason picks Aaron Purr up and cradles him under his arm, mostly to make sure he won't try to escape since he's not sure of the cat's habits yet. He seems to be a pretty calm dude though which is exactly what Mason needs. He opens the door with a smile, his eyes lighting up at the sight of cookies in Rachel's hand. And then realization hits. "This was all a ploy to get me to read, wasn't it?" he teased, laughing gently as he steps back to allow Rachel into the room. "That's okay, I still get cookies. Rachel, this is Aaron Purr, our third vice president... if cats ran the government. He shot Alexander Hamilcat, but we don't talk about that."

Rachel: shakes her head, "Only a little bit." She has to calm herself down and not just reach for the cat in his arms. "I thought maybe I could give you one and you can have more the more that you read?" She raises an eyebrow at him, "But if you want to eat two right now I'd be okay with that as long as I can hold the cat." She practically beams when he tells her the cats name, bursting into a fit of giggles. "Oh Mason that is so perfect, Aaron purr is the best vice president we could ever have. I know how much you love Hamilton so I'm shocked at your choice." She sets the cookies down and holds her hands out a little too expectantly.

Mason gasps slightly at this brilliant negotiation that Rachel's come up with. "You get me on so many levels," he laughed. He held the cat out and set him in Rachel's arms, giving him one last scratch between the ears. And then he darted right for the plate of cookies, taking his two allotted ones immediately. "You can sit on the bed with her if you want. Or I got some toys on the floor that Parker helped me pick out. She likes that feather on a stick thing." He sat in his desk chair and bit into one of the cookies happily. "Mmm, that's good."

Rachel: "I try." She teases before happily taking the cat from him, nuzzling it slightly but not wanting to overstimulate him. She listens to his words and happily takes a seat on the floor before setting the cat down. Rachel hopes she can get it to stay as she grabs for the feather on the stick. "Cat toys are kind of silly." She says, blushing a little at the compliment on the cookies. "If I'm being honest you should thank Blaine because he helped me make them and I honestly just delegated the situation. I'm not much of a baker or a cook for that matter." She laughs, remembering all the burnt dinners at her house that resorted in take out. "Aaron Purr is very playful I like him a lot."

Mason tucks his feet up under himself in his chair as he watches the two playing on the floor and a smile curls up on his face. "Yeah, I guess they are. But there's some pretty silly human toys out there too, if you think about it. Sometimes I watch these weird tech toy videos on YouTube and it's just like why does that even exist?" He kept on chewing on his cookies, happy as a clam with sweets in his hand. "I swear I'm gonna put on my freshman 15 in my sophomore year living with Blaine. But it'll be so worth it." He nodded along enthusiastically at her observation. "Isn't he? I think he'll fit in really well around here."

Rachel: is teasing the cat with the feather and as it reaches his little paw out to get it, she pulls it away, turning it into a little game. Rachel can't remember the last time she had been easily amused. "A lot of the gadgets out these days seem useful though, the spinners and those cubes. I'd probably have fun with one of those things." She offers with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Well the good thing about Blaine's food is that it's as healthy as sweet treats can get and you seem fairly active so I wouldn't worry about weight."

Mason nodded along. "True. Those are fun. I have one of those cubes around here somewhere," he remembered, casually glancing around as if it would just appear. "Mads is always trying to help me find ways to concentrate better." His brows drew together curiously as he looked down at Rachel. "These are healthy? But... they taste so good? Does not compute! It's good to hear though. You kinda have to stay in shape if you wanna be a good cheerleader."

Rachel: "Have you tried chewing gum or sucking on a mint?" She looks to him, not sure why she'd try to give him advice, of course she wasn't abusing medication that isn't hers to take to focus, but it helped a lot when she had to do her math. She was in no place to preach about things that help focusing. "Yeah, that is true, eating too much of anything isn't all that healthy. "So is cheerleading your favorite thing? You must be a decent dancer if you can do cheer. You should come with Jeff and I to this Salsa place he brought me to the other night." The cat, seems to get bored with the feather and she sets the toy down, scooping it up in her hands again. "I don't know how you're not just holding him forever, though I appreciate it because I get to."

Mason: "I've tried most things," he admitted. "Some days are better than others on the concentration scale. But I do my best. And keep busy, like I said." He shrugged, figuring he'd always be trying to figure out the inner workings of hiss own brain. "It's definitely one of them. I've been doing cheer and gymnastics since I was a toddler. And, yeah, it definitely helps with the dance skills. Salsa? That sounds cool. I guess I'm gonna have to learn to tango pretty soon," he recalled with a laugh. "I like to share the cuddles. From myself and my cat."

Rachel: "Sometimes keeping busy is better for that kind of thing, so you don't have time to lose focus." Rachel doesn't know that her words are helping any, but she wants to hear about his experience and be a friend to him- her interest spiking ever since the very interesting conversation between him and Blaine on tumblr. "I did gymnastics as a toddler myself." She says with a grin, "Definitely didn't stick though, most I can do now is a handstand and a cartwheel. I bet Alison would be more than willing to learn Tango with you, and it will help you make a connection, so the connection between husband and wife is really there. Sebastian and I watched some of the musical yesterday for that reason." She sighs at the memory of it but the thoughts fade away at his mention of cuddles. "That reminds me I think you owe me cuddles, or at least a hug."

Mason nodded along. "Pretty much exactly my thinking. Just keep going and I won't get distracted." His eyebrows raised in interest when he found out she used to do gymnastics too. "Hey, that's more than a lot of people can do at our age. I feel like most people lose the cartwheel ability after fifth grade if they don't keep practicing. Meanwhile, I'm the nerd doing back handsprings through the courtyard," he laughed. "Yeah, I'll definitely have to talk to her about it. I don't really know her that well yet, but that's probably about to change. Ooh, how'd that go? Hanging out with Sebastian?" he asked with a scrunched up nose. He had a feeling he was going to have to get used to the guy with everything Blaine was saying to him recently, but he still had his doubts. "I am always up for cuddles!"

Rachel: "Maybe you could teach me how to do that sometime? I'm fairly flexible and I can almost do a back flip." She really isn't sure if a back handspring is something that could be taught, but it sounds fun, especially if he is doing the teaching. "And I don't think you're a nerd but if you're happy giving yourself that title then I think that's okay." Her faces falls a little at the mention of Sebastian and their time together. "Not great honestly. I got too nosy, he got too sarcastic. I threatened to break his fingers if he messed with Blaine and then he left. We didn't do much preparing for our roles admittedly. I think he likes Blaine though, but I'm also just being a romantic." She laughs before letting the cat out of her arms. "I prefer to be the little spoon if that is alright and since it is your bed you should probably get in first." Rachel slips off her flats and sets them beside the door. "I'm excited to be snuggling with you." She blushes slightly, hoping the cat would maybe join them as well.

Mason: "We might want to start with perfecting the back flip," Mason suggested. "Handsprings require flying through the air, so it's kinda something you have to work up to. But I'm always happy to help with gymnastics. It's a really good work out too. And my classes have taught me all the best stretches." He wasn't that surprised at her reaction to Sebastian, even if so many other people seemed to adore him. "I think he might breathe sarcasm, to be honest. I think you might be right though. They've been spending a lot of time together lately. But then he hits on Jeff all the time too so... I'm keeping my eye on him." He smiled with delight and moved from his chair over to his bed. "You're a lot more polite than Jeff. He just walks in here and plops on top of me. Or Mads who steals all my blankets to wake me up. That's mostly at home though." He pulled the covers down and settled in, laughing when Aaron Purr jumped up on top of him.

Rachel: "That sounds like a good start. I think there is a spot in the dance hall that has some mats so we could practice there, unless you can reserve the gym for something like this?" She isn't entirely sure about the details of it all and she didn't really make her way into the gym, her dancing kept her pretty active and she'd much rather run outside. "Yeah, well I'm glad he has a nice roommate like you who will look out for him I just don't want him getting hurt, especially after everything that happened between up." She giggles, because they were fine now, but there was still pain that had come from it all. "We don't know each other well. I wouldn't feel right just getting in your bed, but next time I'll remember that." With a wink, she slips into the boys bed lies down against him, pulling his arms over her so he can pull her in. "This is perfect, you're really warm, and there is a cat." She reaches an arm over to pet the little guy.

Mason: "Probably not. The gym's usually booked for classes or practices or whatever," he mused. "But the dance hall would work. We could always use the courtyard, but I understand if you don't wanna start out in public." He nodded in understanding. "I know. He's so nervous about dating in general and I just don't want Sebastian to hit it and quit it so to speak. Not with Blaine. He deserves better than that, as I'm sure you'd agree." Mason snuggled down happily, always up for a good cuddle. The fact that he'd been feeling a little more than friendly towards Rachel lately didn't hurt either, though he didn't want to rush anything. It did feel really nice having his arm wrapped around her though. "No, please, I appreciate it. Jeff annoys the crap out of me when he jumps on me," he said, giggling when the cat sniffed at his ear curiously. "Get used to it, Aaron Purr. You've been adopted into a cuddly family."

Rachel: "I'm not sure I'd want anyone to see me mess up at my first few attempts."' She admits quietly, feeling like the blush on her cheeks would never go away around this boy and she doesn't quite understand it. "But if you ever feel like you're running out of things to do and need something to focus on I'd be happy to offer my assistance. I think it would be cool to say I can do a full back flip and maybe even a back handspring." It's nothing set in stone but the idea of hanging out with him again and doing something that will light a fire in her, because she'll want to do a good job, is exciting in itself. "Jeff is pretty snuggly too but I'm not so surprised he just makes himself at home. If you could do that in anyone's room, it would certainly be yours and Blaine's." She settles into his arms, comfortably, and she hums to herself quietly, just enjoying the contact and the warmth his body provides. "I want to trust Blaine's judgement on Sebastian. He's smart and knows what is good for him, but Sebastian seems to flirt with everyone and that's not fair to Blaine if they are more than friends."

Mason: nodded in understanding. "I get that. Practicing in private is good sometimes. Then you can awe people with your skills, like 'Who! Where'd she learn to do that?!' But I'm sure we could fit in some time. Just don't try anything without a spotter. I don't want you to hurt yourself," he warned. He gave her a gentle squeeze of affection and smiled into her hair, which smelled way too good. How did girls smell this good? What was their secret? "I think we both try to provide a welcoming environment to our friends. And it's nice to be the room everyone wants to hang out in, makes you feel special." He sighed at Rachel's concerns, since they sounded a whole lot like his own. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But Blaine has to decide what he's comfortable with for himself. All we can do is be there to support him."

Rachel: "Well, that's what I'd have you there for, right? To spot me and to teach?" She sighs softly as he squeezes her, liking the feeling a lot. "You both are a lot alike. I can't see a more perfect roommate match up..Maybe Jeff and Nick are on that list too, but still. You're both talented, have incredible energy, and are both excellent cuddlers. I'm a little jealous that Blaine gets to live with the cat. I want to live with your cat." She laughs, squeezing him a little bit and curling in closer."You're right. I don't want to come off overbearing when it comes to that subject with him--or any of my friends for that matter but I can't help it. I don't want anyone hurting I guess. I'm glad he has people looking out for him and I'm sure I haven't given Sebastian enough of a chance."

Mason: "Exactly," he agreed easily, really liking the idea of spending more time with her and getting to show off maybe just a little bit. He was a McCarthy after all. "Yeah, we've been doing pretty well. I don't mind his music and he doesn't mind my... energy." Yeah, that was a good word for it, he decided with a small chuckle. "We haven't cuddled with each other yet though. You think the world would implode? And don't be jealous, you can visit the cat whenever you want. Maybe you can cat sit for me when I have to go out for away games or cheer competitions too," he suggested, having a feeling she'd definitely like that idea. "We're gonna have to deal with Sebastian one way or another, I think. Especially you since you're married to him. But hopefully everything will work out."

Rachel: "I imagine it would have to. If you both cuddle each other no one will have a chance with either of you. You'd run off and live a life full of perfect cuddling." She giggles, feeling a tinge of jealousy that she doesn't understand. She'd much rather have Sebastian and Blaine than Blaine and Mason. "Do you mean that? Because I would absolutely take over your bed and just claim it when you're away so I can watch Aaron and bug Blaine more than I already do." She turns in Mason's arms to face him, "We'll get through it and Blaine wouldn't choose Sebastian if he didn't deserve to be chosen. Not that we know what's really going on there."

Mason: just giggled at the deep conversation they were now having about cuddling. "That wouldn't really be fair to the rest of society at all, would it? We have to spread the cuddle around. Which sounds a little gross when I say it that way," he realized, but just continued laughing it off. "If Blaine's okay with it, sure. Or you could take Aaron to your room too. Whichever works better. I just don't want him to get lonely without me. Luckily he seems to have plenty of fans." He smiled at Rachel once she turned to look at him. "Well, I'm pretty sure Blaine likes him in some way or another. In a kissy kinda way."

Rachel: "He would not be alone because I will watch him and I will absolutely take him to my room if Blaine doesn't want me around. But I guess you should probably ask Blaine first if he wants to watch him so he doesn't get upset. Since Aaron technically lives with him too. Would you and Blaine ever be away at the same time? What would I do if I needed a stuffie or a cuddle then?" She gasps a little worried at the though, despite it being their first time cuddling. "A kissy way." Rachel grins, "Blaine deserves a friend he can kiss and actually enjoy it." As she says that she hears the door open, her body tenses a bit and she turns to see Blaine enter the room, look at this eyes wide, and promptly turn around shutting the door behind him. "Um, I should probably get ready to leave." She whispers.

Mason: popped up into a sitting position, trying to say something to Blaine before he disappeared again, but his roommate was too quick. He really hoped he wasn't breaking bro code. Clearing his throat, he nodded slightly. "Probably. Sorry our cuddles got cut short. We'll have to have more soon," he laughed softly. "Thanks for coming over."

Rachel: smiles softly at the boy, "It's okay. I just need to get going." She gives Aaron Purr a kiss on the head before slipping off the bed. "Thank you for having me and for the cuddles." Rachel leaves the room, feeling extremely bad about Blaine walking in like that. What if he got the wrong idea? She shouldn't be doing things like that in his room, should she?

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Celebrations

It had been a few days since Andromeda and Ted found out that she was pregnant, and they were going to be parents. To celebrate, they were going to go out to dinner, in the muggle world, obviously, and then spend the night just...being together. She was excited to go out, she wasn’t feeling sick yet, which was giving her the energy and motivation to be able to go out and do this with Ted. She felt like in some ways, it was just one last thing to do before their lives got crazy as they prepared for their baby to come, but she was really so ecstatic to be pregnant and to be getting ready for a baby.

She heard Ted in the other room and smiled, looking up. She was wearing a simple black dress that she loved, and she had done her hair and makeup, knowing that she might not feel like doing it all the time once the morning sickness hit. “Are you ready?” She asked her husband, a smile on her lips.

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a fraction of your smile

Andromeda had mostly been settling into the house and figuring things out. It was weird, living there sometimes but she liked it. She loved their dog, and she was really glad to have him since it got kind of lonely when Ted was at work.

She had started feeling sick a couple of days ago, a lot like she had felt last time when she was pregnant, but she kept telling herself that it was probably nothing and that it was all in her head or it was just some kind of virus. But then more days went past and she finally realized that she was going to have to face this, and she ordered a pregnancy potion, not telling Ted because she felt like there was no reason to get him excited or worried if she wasn’t pregnant.

But the potion told her the truth: she was definitely pregnant. Her and Ted were having a baby. The thought of it was crazy, but she knew that they could do this. They would have to. So she had decided to make it special for them and started cooking dinner for them, following a recipe from a book. She heard Ted come through the front door and smiled.

“Hi,” She called out to him.