AN: I know it's been eons since I've posted something, but this came to me at 2am and I couldn't let go of it (so forgive mistakes). I don't normally go for real life fics, but this will be an exception, and is more oriented towards the show relationships if you know what I mean. I guess you could call it a crackfic... It's not meant in total seriousness, and all characters are slightly more oblivious than normal. There will be four overall chapters if things go to plan...

Chemistry Test

It was a rainy, cold November morning when boredom finally took a hold of Cory and led him to his laptop, where a combination of curiosity and mouse clicks led him to Tumblr, then to the Glee tag. He scrolled nonchalantly through most posts, cringing at a few manips and laughing at collective fandom thoughts when something caught his eye. He frowned, his mouse hovering over the tempting link. None of the Glee cast had ever read proper fanfiction before, having made a pact of sorts to abstain due to the weirdness of it, and how muddled it would make them when playing their actual characters. Just reading summaries was usually enough to addle Cory's brain, but this particular fanfiction was tempting him. It boasted a couple of hundred notes, and a seductive looking fan art to boot.

Was he going to go over to the dark side? It was strange enough thinking of reading Finchel fics, but this sort? Well, it was simply beyond his proper imagination, which was why he was so curious, and why he had been sitting stock still, mouse hovering for the last five minutes. One little fanfic wouldn't hurt, right? It wouldn't change anything. He was bored, and it was raining.

Besides, he didn't have to tell anyone. It could be his little secret. Yeah, his dirty little secret.

*GLEEEELG*

"Dianna, you have to see this, it's amazing. Ryan's been getting it all wrong."

"What are you talking about, Cory?" Dianna quirked her perfect lips in confusion. Her castmate was being even more enthusiastic than usual. She wondered what was riling him up this time.

"I've been reading fanfiction."

"You what?"

"You heard me. I've been reading fanfiction. Faberry ones to be exact."

"That's Lea and I, right? Why would you be reading –"

"If you read you'll understand. God, they're so addictive. It's all clear to me now; Finn shouldn't be standing in the way of the green ribbon of fate. Quinn and Rachel have to hook up, get married, and… and… Fababies."

"…what."

"Just come over and I'll show you," Cory pleaded.

She sighed fondly. "Ok, I shall, but only because I worry about you. I'll just come and check that you're still sane and haven't started a Faberry cult circle."

"Awesome."

*GLEEEELG*

"Lea, you have to see this."

"I'm sorta busy, Dianna."

"Doing what?"

"Saving horses."

"Well that can wait till later. This can't. Cory has discovered the most amazing thing."

"Please don't tell me he attempted to count the number of licks it took to get to the centre of his Tootsie Pop again."

"No, this is way better, Lea! Everything's rainbows, unicorns and gay sharks now! I finally see the light emanating off of Quinn's pressed lemon, and I'm going to post about it on my Tumblr."

Most of what Di had said confused her, but the last bit gave Lea pause. It must've been legit if she was posting about it on her Tumblr.

"What is it?"

"Faberry fanfiction."

In the background, she heard Cory murmuring eagerly to the affirmative. Lea was miraculously silent for a second.

"But I'm a Finchel stan. You know that. And so's Cory."

At this, the man apparently felt the need to cut in. "'Cause that was all we knew. But things change, Lea. Rachel and Quinn are soul mates. I won't stand for the lack of chemistry between us any longer. We have to correct the show!"

"Please come over and read this source of our angst and complete and utter happiness," Dianna pleaded.

"No," Lea said.

"That's what Lion Quinn sa –"

"No."

"Bu –"

"No."

*GLEEEELG*

"Ryan Murphy I am appalled by your poor ship choices." Lea slammed a file on the man's desk. She was flanked on either side by Cory and Dianna, who had their arms folded and brows raised in an 'I'm judging you and your babies' sort of way.

"Whoa hold on here, no need for dramatics. Let's talk through whatever this is rationally and calmly." The man in question had barely battered an eyelid at their grand entrance. He was sitting in the same position with the same unimpressed expression plastered on his face as usual. "What's this about?"

Lea leant forward intently, hand over her precious papers. "In this file you will find the meaning of Glee, relationships and life itself. The three of us have printed a compilation of our favourite fanfictions for you to have a look at. They changed our lives, and we hope they'll change yours."

"Still don't have a clue what you're talking about," Ryan said calmly.

Dianna took a step forward. "Quinn Fabray is a pressed lemon."

The look she received was one of complete and total blankness.

"Rae-Rae is gay gay for Fabray," Lea tried. She smirked at her rhyme, but failed to inspire a reaction.

"I think what we're trying to say," Cory stated. "Is: have you ever considered writing a relationship between Rachel and Quinn in the show?"

"Considered? Of course I've considered. But if they're friends how are we going to get viewers to root for Finchel?" Ryan said.

"Um…" The blonde said. Lea turned to Dianna and noted her tiny frown, which meant shit was about to go down. She decided to intervene.

"Not just friendship. Have you ever considered writing an epic love story for Faberry, enough to rival that of Romeo and Juliet's, Tony and Maria's, Jack and Rose's, except with less death?" With this statement, Lea finally saw it all twig in Ryan's head.

"I'm a gay man; of course I never considered them."

"Uh, honey, I'm a gay man too, but even I can see the total hotness that is Faberry…. And the emotional depth their relationship could bring to the show, of course."

All four individuals in the room turned to see Chris Colfer lounging against the doorframe, looking as cute as pie.

"Ah, reinforcements!" Cory grinned.

"Glad I could make it," Chris said. "I read what you told me to. And I showed it to the others. It is better than tacos. And that's saying something."

"Right… I see. I just don't understand why. We already have Brittana, we don't need another lesbian couple on the show." Ryan tapped his fingers impatiently on the hard wood surface of his desk. Lea was suddenly infinitely glad of their recruitment of Chris. If anyone could convince the boss, Chris could.

"Finchel is a toxic relationship in which a t-rex constantly has near misses in crushing a Jewish hobbit to death," Chris began. "Finn never defends his girlfriend, he doesn't match up to her intellectually, and dream-wise…. No."

"No?"

"No."

"Why Quinn though?"

"Quinn's smart. She understands. She's like a schoolyard bully who pulls on the pigtails of her secret crush. She supports Rachel in her dreams to escape more than anyone else. Also, they'd make amazing babies, or so I've read."

Ryan still didn't look convinced. "But neither of the girls are –"

Immediately both women jumped in.

"Pornographic pictures."

"Prettiest girl I've ever met…"

"I'm really not that into that."

"…but you're a lot more than that."

"Look, just read the fanfics, and you'll be a Faberrian in no time!" Dianna patted the file on his desk, and with that, the group of four left the room.

They were called back the next day, and found Ian and Brad sitting by Ryan, the former two's eyes glued to a bunch of papers in their hands.

Brad looked up as the trio of Lea, Dianna and Cory trooped into the room, and began exclaiming, "Faberry is my new OT –" before Ryan cut him off.

"We've read your little fanfics, and we have come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe Faberry could be worth our time."

"Yes!" Cory whooped, pumping his fist in a very Finn-esque manner.

"But!" Ryan said sharply. "First, you will have to prove it to us."

"How will we do that?" Dianna asked. She exchanged a stumped look with Lea, who then shrugged.

The 'R' of RIB stood in a slightly intimidating manner. The two girls fought the urge to back up. "I've been thinking long and hard, and I propose we do… a chemistry test."