AN: Two Shot for Faberry Week for prompts Day 5: Gardenias and Day 7: Christmas. Publishing early as I'm been pretty busy and I just want to make sure I get this up. Second part is slightly shorter, but I hope you all enjoy it just as much if not more. I own nothing.

Day Seven

It was Christmas Eve. Rachel Berry typically didn't celebrate Christmas, and only had done so in recent years because she had friends who did. With that in mind she was certain that whoever her secret admirer was, he celebrated Christmas or at the very least had something planed for Christmas. As such it had occurred to the brunette that he'd very likely reveal himself today, ask her out, sweep her off her feet, and they'd live happily ever after. Just like those horrible portrayals of real love called romantic comedies.

Glancing out her window she barely sees a car pull up. She runs up to it and peers out trying desperately to see through the snow. Not able to make out the figure she instead decides to run for the door. Quickly she descends the stairs, taking them two at a time, almost tripping when she tries to take the last three in one step. She opens the door just as the visitor is about to ring the doorbell.

"Noah!" Despite her previous hypothesis that it would be him, she's still shocked. "I knew it was you!" She wraps him up in a hug, pulling him inside then closing the door. "This is really sweet, Noah." She was wearing the biggest smile anyone had ever seen on her. "I didn't think you still felt this way about me. I-" Puck raised a hand to stop her.

"Rach, as much as I'd like to take credit for this, this wasn't me." Her previous smile flipped into a deep frown. "Hey, don't be like that. I still love my little Jewish American Princess, and there's someone out there that loves you even more."

"He's outside?" Rachel squeaked.

"Not 'outside' outside." Puck replied motioning towards the door. "You're really freaking out over this aren't you?" the genuine concern in his voice was readily apparent. She nodded.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She began to pace in front of him. "You guys have been messing with me for a week. All of these gifts have been lovely, and I still have no clue who they're from. And now the only guys who haven't come by are Finn, and Rory." She paused. "It's not Rory, is it? He's cute, I guess. But I don't think I could see myself with him, and how did he even come up with the perfect presents. Unless he got help from Finn." While Rachel was busy thinking out loud, Puck could only hold in his laughter. "What am I saying? Finn couldn't even come up with the perfect present. He got me a pig, and he name a star after himself. UGH! Doesn't he know that metaphors are important?" She heard snickering from beside her. "What's so funny?"

"You." She gave him a pout and swatted his arm. "Look, can I just give you your gift?"

"Oh," Upon initially seeing Noah, Rachel had completely forgotten the potential for another present. "Um, sure. What is it?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a CD. The brunette pondered for a moment before her eyes went wide at the realization of what must be on the CD. She asked him if he'd be sing to her on it. Rolling his eyes he replied "I guess you could say that." He couldn't believe how oblivious this girl was being. Maybe Finn's idiocy had been rubbing off on her.

"I can't listen to it." She declared.

"What? You're impossible. I thought you wanted to find out who it is."

"I do, but at the same time I just want this to go on forever." She continued to pace. "This past week has been a dream come true. I don't want it to end." She stopped, and turned to him. "What if he's not what I wished for?"

"Well I'm sure it'll be unexpected." He paused to take in her expression. "Here." He handed her the final note.

Dear Rachel,

I hope you listened to the CD. I was really scared when I made it, and I think came out sharp, but I still hope you liked it. But whether you listened to it or not I'd really like you to come to a Christmas party at Breadstix, and don't worry about the food, I've got that covered. (Don't ask how I was able to get Breadstix for Christmas) I want to be able to tell you in person how I feel, and maybe even kiss you.

Always Yours,

Your Secret Admirer

P.S. Even if you're not ready to meet I'd still like you to come. But if you are at around 10:30 head outside and I'll be there.

Day Seven: Christmas Day

The night had gone by so slowly for Rachel Berry, but at the same time everything seemed to go by in a blur. The fact that there were far more than just New Directions in attendance didn't help either. So many people, so many potential secret admirers. As they passed her by she couldn't help but rate them on an infinite number of qualities. But as the night went on, and with further reflection, she found that none of them would be right.

She fell for Finn for all the wrong reasons. He knew nothing about her. And all these random faces would probably fair no better. Once again she grew confused, not having an idea who her mystery man was. Checking the time she went outside and sat on a bench. Her heart was pounding, and she could swear that it had skipped a beat as she heard someone open the door after her.

"Hello, Quinn." She greeted. "How are you enjoying the party?"

"It's been fun," her eyes were looking at her feet as she approached the brunette. Taking a seat next to her, she returned her question.

"The night's been lovely." Her eyes were shifting between the blonde and the entrance to the restaurant. Quinn frowned, feeling ignored. Sensing this Rachel spoke up. "I'm sorry Quinn. I'm just kind of nervous. You see I'm supposed to be meeting my secret admirer," she paused to check the time. "And he's late." If possible Quinn's frown deepened. "He's been the sweetest guy ever, until now that is. Unless," her face lit up, "he's planning a dramatic entrance. Oh I hope he is." Feeling defeated Quinn got up to return indoors. "You don't have to leave. I'm sorry." Rachel pleaded. "I don't mean to ignore you, I'd love to talk. It's just-"

"I understand, Rach. I'll talk to you later." She went back in giving the brunette her best fake smile.

Inside Moments Earlier…

"Isn't it kind of creepy that we're all sitting here staring out the window at Rachel like she's the star of some TV show?" Tina asked her fellow Glee Clubbers.

"It's not like either of them will notice us." Mercedes answered as Quinn took a seat beside Rachel.

"Besides, do you really want to miss seeing Q trip over herself because of Berry?" Santana had given up on calling Rachel names, but would only rarely refer to her by her first name.

The group sat in silence as the two girls outside began to talk. From their angle they couldn't see their faces, so they couldn't try to read their lips. But as Quinn quickly left Rachel alone it was obvious something had gone terribly wrong. As she reentered the restaurant the group readjusted themselves to make it seem that hadn't just previously been watching her outside.

"She's waiting for a guy." The word just came out dumbfounded.

"We told you that!" They all told her in unison.

"I know, but I thought that with some time she'd-" she looked out at Rachel who was periodically checking the time. "I don't know. Maybe after Puck, and- That she'd-" Not being able to complete her thoughts she sat down. "Who am I kidding? She wouldn't be interested in me, she's not even a lesbian." She peered around at her friends. "Thanks guys. For everything, but this whole thing plan was stupid." Quinn rested her head on the table

"Quinn, may I be honest with you?" Kurt asked. Quinn, her head still on the table, motioned it in what could only be considered a nod. "You're being stupid." Her head shot up and she glared at him. "You haven't seen her all week. You haven't seen the way she's lighten up all week. It's the happiest I've seen her ever. And sure we don't know if she's a lesbian. But are you really going to leave her out there waiting?" Her eyes shot out the window, and she knew he was right. This was about Rachel, her gold star. Maybe she'd get shot down, but at least Rachel would know someone loved her. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she went back outside.

Hearing the door again Rachel spoke, "Finally I've been- Oh, Quinn. I'm sorry, I had thought you were my secret admirer."

"I am." It came out in a whisper.

"What was that, Quinn? I must have zoned out there because for a second it sound like you said-" and before she knew it Quinn's lips were on hers. The kiss was soft, tender, and full of passion. One of the blonde's arms was wrapped around the diva's waist the other around her neck. Suddenly it dawned on Quinn that the girl in her arms had stiffened. She pulled away. Rachel stood shocked. She brought two fingers to her lips then pulled them away. Her eyes then darted back and forth between her fingers and Quinn.

"Rachel I didn't mean to- I just- Don't be mad-" She was cut off as Rachel crashed their lips together again. As she pulled away she reached out and tucked a bit of Quinn's hair behind her ear, her hand brushing against her cheek as she brought it back to her side.

"So this whole week was you?" Her eyes were gleaming with tears of joy. Quinn nodded. "I had always liked you. I just didn't think you'd feel the same." Quinn nodded understandingly. "For how long?"

"Since we first met." Rachel went to inquire further before Quinn cut her off. "We can talk about it more later, but first," she pointed at their friends through the window who were now celebrating. "I think that they'd like to congratulate us." She grasped Rachel's hand, intertwining their fingers. She dragged the tiny girl to the door until she felt her pull back. She turned and asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing. Just, Merry Christmas, Quinn."

"Merry Christmas, Rachel."

AN: Reviews please. I'll now continue on my other fics, which I'd really appreciate if you check out.