A/N: don't own Glee nor the characters within. Well hello there, peoples. Welcome to my collection of Brittberry drabbles. I've amassed enough of them, as well as feel sufficiently proud of most of them, so I figured it was time to post 'em here. Much like my collection of Pezberry drabbles, Scraps, there is no word limit for these. They just have to be below what I would consider a 'one-shot' length. Also, for at least the ones I post today, they were written whilst I was drunk. Which, you know, actually isn't a warning. *grins* Also, unless specifically stated, they are all unrelated and take place in different drabble universes.

First drabble is based off a prompt given to me by miseradreamer; Brittany stays the night at Rachel's house and is distraught to find that she forgot to pack her stuffed unicorn because she can't fall asleep without it. She asks Rachel if she could pretend to be her unicorn so she can fall asleep. Thanks!

Rachel stared into the night.

Brittany's hair tickled her nose, and she tried to will it away before she sneezed. The blonde had just fallen asleep, lanky body slung over Rachel's, and Rachel really didn't wish for her to wake up again. She'd already wrapped her bare hands around Rachel's midriff, seeking out her skin under her pajama top, and though that did things to Rachel's hormones she didn't want to think of, she hoped for the rather discomforting feelings to go away.

Sure, she was happy to help her new friend fall asleep, but she wasn't quite prepared to be anything else. Santana and Brittany had just broken up about a week earlier, so no matter how much Rachel wished it to be... She couldn't take advantage of her friend's idiosyncrasies.

So, instead, clasping her hands over Brittany's and trying to ignore how good Brittany felt spooning her, Rachel sucked in a deep breath of air, slowly let it out, and determined to be the best non-stuffed unicorn she could be.