Hi there. This is the first in what will be a collection of Fabrevans Oneshots and Drabbles. It was inspired by my best friend, Alex. (Also known as Written-in-hearts. If you don't read her stuff, you should. Seriously. Skip this and go to hers.)

I don't own Glee or its characters.

Sam couldn't actually believe that it had been almost a year. Almost 365 days since his marriage and his life had been changed forever. He unlocked the door and kicked off his shoes, calling out to Quinn.

"I'm home!" he called, sniffing a little. He smelled something sweet. He followed his nose and it led him to the kitchen, where Quinn was standing. She offered him a smile and he saw her little wrinkled nose for the billionth time in his life but for the first time that day. He never got tired of it.

"Hi..." she said, standing by the counter. She had a bunch of cupcakes spread out in front of her, and a tub of blue frosting. Sam knew what those were for. He walked over to stand by her.

"Need help?" he asked, grabbing one of the rubber spatulas. She nodded, grinning at him. Sam remembered one of the first times they'd made cupcakes together. She'd been in the mood to bake.

"Samuel...you have to do it like this..." Quinn said, showing him how to correctly frost the cupcake. She was so dainty. All he had done was successfully mass three cupcakes to crumbs.

"Oh...I see..." he said, grinning and taking the spatula. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he smeared the chocolate frosting all over the top of the tiny cake. He heard Quinn giggle and he looked over, seeing her laughing at him.

"Don't...strain yourself." she said. "Take it easy.." She dipped her finger into the icing, smearing it on his cheek. He grinned, taking the cupcake in his hand and offering it for her to bite. She shook her head, wrinkling her nose. "I don't trust you..." she giggled. Sam gave a dramatic gasp of disbelief.

"That's really hurtful.." Sam teased, pretending to be offended. Quinn just giggled.

"Okay, okay...Let me taste it.." she said, leaning forward a little. Sam held up the cupcake again and right as she went to bite it, he pushed it against her mouth and nose. She giggled, dipping her hands into the icing and smearing it all over Sam's face.

There was a fit of laughter and giggles which turned to touches and kisses. That night was the night that he reached for the nightstand drawer, she stopped him, breaking their kiss.

"Don't use one of those tonight..." she whispered. They'd talked about starting a family, but he hadn't been expecting that. He just nodded and kissed her, their night ending in the formation of their tiny family.

And now here they were. Back in the kitchen, frosting cupcakes. This time though, it was different. It was for their baby boy's first birthday. He was a perfect, giggly, chubby, lovable little guy and Sam would have never imagined loving something so much.

He guessed some things in life came full circle. In the case of the Evan's family, it was all because of frosted cupcakes.