Shipping crack ships? Guilty as charged. :) But my favorite Crack ship would have to be "Raine". This morning I wrote a prompt, and I will write it here to get the ball rolling to this story. First, I'd like to recognized. Something won't make any sense. Blaine woke up in Kurt's bed. Let's just forget that, please and thank you. Well, let us start with a Faberry conversation.

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Quinn stared at the bump that surfaced from Rachel's stomach.

"Since when are you willing to give yourself up to Finn?" Quinn whisper-hissed.

"I didn't." Rachel said, her eyes suddenly getting glassy.

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, confused.

"It's not Finn's." Rachel said, her voice quivering like mad.

"Who's is it?" Quinn asked, harshly.

"It's Blaine's."

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It started with a kiss. Simple, teenage stupidity. That turned into a duet. This then turned into grinding. Everyone had passed out by two in the morning - Except for Rachel and Blaine. Rachel sloppily went upstairs with the assistance of Blaine, who hoisted her up by her waist. Rachel stumbled into her room, shoving the door open. Blaine followed her.

"No sir." Rachel smiled, flirtatiously wiggling her pointer finger left to right.

"Pleasee." Blaine whined.

Rachel took a quick step out of her room, and checked the hallways, peeking left then right.

"Fine." Rachel grinned, pulling at Blaine's shirt, as they both drunkenly stumbled into the room. Rachel weakly pushed him onto the bed, but he still fell. She climbed over him, as she kissed him fiercely. She somehow managed to slip his shirt off in the midst off all the wine flavored kisses. That's when Blaine began to lift Rachel's mint green skirt.

"Wait," Rachel said, her head snapping back. "I thought you were gay."

"That was until I met you." And somehow, that was a good enough explanation for her. He let her continue on, pulling on his white t-shirt and jeans. So, each of them kept going on, Rachel on top of Blaine, only in there underclothes.

"You really wanna do this?" Rachel asked once more, before she tugged on his boxers.

"No regrets," Blaine said, smiling.

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Rachel was awoken by her iHome alarm clock, which blasted "Teenage Dream".

Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets just love...

Rachel blindly reached for the first pillow her hand could find. She quickly pressed it against her here in an attempt to find comfort and prevent spewing chunks on her white carpet.

She sighed when it didn't work. She quickly wiped the gunk from her eyes as she got out of bed. When she opened her eyes, she realized that her skin was bare. She gasped when she saw the silhouette of a boy standing by the closed window. He turned, to see what had shocked the girl he had left to sleep on the bed.

Rachel slowly walked towards him. He hugged her, even though they were still both exposed.

"What did we do?" Rachel silently wept into Blaine's shoulder, sending a small flood of tears down his arm and abdomen.

There was a sudden pound on the door.

"Rachel?" Finn's voice boomed.

"Oh god," Rachel whispered.

"Shh," Blaine cooed to keep her calm. "I'll protect you. Just don't open the door. We can just stay here until he goes."

Rachel continued to gently cry, her gasps muffled by Blaine's warm and comforting skin.