March 9, 7:25 am, in a suburb of Chicago

"Terry, it's time to get up" Rachel said, shaking her eight year old son. "Aw mom. Five more minutes," he protested."

"No. I already let you sleep for thirty extra minutes. You're going to miss the bus," she said and ripped the covers off of him. He kicked his legs and tried to pull them back over himself, but Rachel had a firm grip on them.

"Why don't you just drive me?" Terry asked her, "Bret's mom drives him to school everyday, and I'm sure you have plenty of time, since you just sit around the house all day."

"First of all the bus is free, me paying for gas is not. Second of all, where did you get the idea that I just sit around all day?"

"Dad was joking about it the other day... with some of his friends." Terry mumbled.

"Get dressed, I have breakfast already waiting for you downstairs," Rachel told him.

"Mommy, am I in trouble? I'm sorry for what I said."

"No. Now get dressed, you have fifteen minutes." Rachel walked out of his room, "And don't even think about laying back down." Her husband Finn was eating breakfast when she walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, tough time getting the kid up?" He asked her.

"Do you think that I do nothing all day?" The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them. Finn pushed his eggs around his plate, the fork made an eerie screeching sound against the plate, as the kitchen turned silent.

"Babe you know I was just kidding, it was just guy talk."

"Guy talk? So guy talk includes talking about how I do nothing all day?"

"No. It's just one of those things, where sometimes the grass seems greener on the other side. I mean I'm sure somedays, you think I do nothing, where I just sit and play Solitaire all day at the office." He took a sip from his coffee. Rachel looked offed to the side, she felt slightly embarrassed. She had told herself in past years that she was not going to end up being a wife who chewed their husbands ass out all of the time. Lately though that was all she was doing, and most of the time it was over nothing; she could tell that Finn was becoming annoyed. How annoyed, was a different question all on its own. How annoyed he must have found her nagging; how he thought he married a woman who was confident, but was now always desperately seeking for his approval.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just don't want Terry to say things like that." Rachel finally said.

"I understand, I'll set things straight with him later." Finn told her, he finished his breakfast, and kissed her, before leaving for work. "Oh hey, don't forget to take the car to the auto-shop today." He called out and shut the door behind him.

...

March 9, 9:30am at an apartment complex.

"OH shit! Puck! Don't bite my fucking ear off!" Quinn hollered, as her fiance tugged on her ear, as a way to wake her up.

"Come on girl, you know you love it." Puck teased. She slapped him in the side. It caught him off guard, and it stung a little bit. "Aww somebody is getting a little feisty."

"Don't bite me so hard." Quinn said, sitting up. She saw the pair of boots sitting next to the bed, they came up just below the knee, they were black, and the shine off of them meant they had only been worn a few other times. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Quinn stammered.

"What?" Puck asked, but then he followed her eyes to the boots she was staring at, "Oh come on, she's making us breakfast."

"You know the girls are supposed to leave right?" Quinn said.

"Hey, you were the one wrapped up around her, alright. I mean I barely had any fun at all last night..."

"Having two girls to fuck, and you barely had any fun?" Santana said stepping through the bedroom door. Quinn just rolled her eyes and laid back on to the mattress. "I recall some expressions you made on your face, and they all seemed to be saying you were having a good time." Puck shook his head in silence.

"You see this is what happens when you have two girls. They're going to team up on you." Quinn said.

"You guys can gang up on me all you want." Puck laughed, "You guys can do tons of stuff to me."

"Well maybe some other time, but right now, I got to take off for work." Santana said, after putting her boots on.

"Hey, what about making breakfast?" Quinn yelled. "This isn't some hotel."

"You're his fiance, you're the one who is supposed to be making breakfast. I'm just the neighborhood ho." Santana teased. Puck looked at Quinn,

"She's right, but it's 9:45, which means we only have ten minutes to get down to the garage." Quinn quickly threw some clothes on, and Puck walked out to the kitchen, where Quinn was met with a brown paper bag being thrown at her face.

"Santana made us lunch." Quinn said, catching the bag, "You know what, there is a reason to why I like her the most."

"More than me?" Puck asked.

"Yes, more than you." Quinn said sarcastically, and the two of them left, to open up their repair shop.