It happens in a classroom, of all places. The reunion with the woman who took her baby. (Took's too improper of a word, but in her mind, that's how it happened.) It happens quickly, too, especially since she starts tuning it out once her appearance is brought up. Honestly, she has better things to do, with the Skanks.
But then she strikes a chord. Mentions her baby, mentions her need to change in order to see said baby. She wants to break then and there but holds it all back. She has to. It's the only way she can make it through everything else that comes out of the woman's mouth.
She's not sure if it was agreed upon or what, but either way she finds herself running to someone for comfort (even if she doesn't say it in so many words). She sees him taking a break from the weight room and heading outside to the bleachers, disappearing under them.
She finds him there lighting a smoke, leaning against the back of the bleachers for support, sleeveless shirt on showing those arms she once would hide in and run into for suport. She has to bite her lip to stop herself from running into them again.
"Fucking shit!" he shouts, turning around to see her. "Warn a guy when you're planning on sneaking up like that."
"Shelby wanted me to see Beth."
There, she said it. Quick, simple, easy. Like a bandaid but without the residual adhesive. (Maybe it was something worse left behind, like that aftertaste in her mouth.)
"I know."
The wound wasn't healed. Band-aid pulled too quick. Now he's just taking lemon juice and pouring it directly onto the opened skin.
"You..."
"She came to me and asked me if I could talk to you, first. With how you're acting, figured she'd be the only one to get through to you right about now."
"But why would she…?"
A sigh. It comes from him. It's like she sees him opening the wound even futher to pour some kerosene in the wounds and hurt her even more.
He takes a final drag from the cigarette and exhales, dropping it to the ground. (it actually makes her want one, as opposed to every single other time where she was doing it just for show.)
"I've been keeping in touch with her. Both of them, actually. She's wanted us to be in her life ever since it happened. She just wanted to ease her into it and wait until she understood before saying anything final."
She's too late in stopping him from pouring the salt into the wounds.
A simple three steps separated them. Now it's less than one. In one fell swoop, she slaps him. It hurts her more than it hurts him.
"How….how could you keep this from me? I bet you knew! You knew she was coming over here and didn't even bother to warn me!"
He's the one walking closer to her now, and she ends up with her back pressed up against the chainlink fence.
"Just like you warned me, right? Warned me that you had just decided one day that I wasn't good enough for you, right? That you were gonna try things with Sam then go back to Finn and to shit with Puck, right? Answer me!"
She stands on her tip-toes and kisses him, tastes him, just as he pushes her up against the chainlink fence.
"I can't do this on my own."
"I'll be right there with you."
They spend the rest of the afternoon pressed up against that fence, making up for all the lost time they could have had back then.
She comes back the next day with an announcement that the Skanks are no more. (None of them can really hear the message due to her apperance—a blue cardigan, off-white dress, flats, and…honey blonde hair.)
Not many things surprise them anymore, especially not her sitting next to him, chairs pressed too close together, it seems.
(If you open your eyes wide and look at the bigger picture, you'll see that things are kind of falling into place again.)