One week. Seven days. Rachel Berry could not believe that it had been seven days since she got the phone call that Finn had died. Five days ago was the funeral, but it felt like a blur. She did not even remember the flight to and from Lima. Blaine was consoling Kurt in front of her while Quinn and Santana played footsies under a large blanket in the back of her. Ever since they had slept together at the wedding, they had begun talking over the phone a lot. Then they began Skyping. Then Quinn came down to see Santana every weekend. Kurt had moved in with Blaine in the apartment next door ever since Blaine proposed, and they had regularly complained about the noise the two frequently made in Santana's bedroom. Rachel had wearily grown used to it especially since Quinn was able to swtich to online-only courses and had moved in with them. Thankfully, Rachel's dads helped soundproof Santana's room. Rachel still could not believe that the two former rivals were now serious girlfriends. They were also great friends to Rachel. Quinn and Rachel reminisced about Finn. Santana made a list of all the ways he was a douche, and surprisingly, it had helped make handling his death a little easier. Kurt was incredibly choked up, but he and Blaine were still back in Lima so it was up to 2/3 of the Unholy Trinity to distract Rachel.
"Rachel, Quinn and I are going to take you out to a bar to get your mind off of things," declared Santana.
"I don't want to go. A. It is most likely a lesbian bar. B. We're not 21 yet." Rachel said, frowning.
"Well, this bar we can get into. The owner knows me intimately," Santana said with a wink.
"How the hell do you get all these women?"
"Same way I got my Quinnie the first time," Sanatna said. Quinn nudged her playfully. "I ask them to put on a pair of thigh high stockings, then I rub their feet at which point they begin to masturbate. Then they are all mine."
"Oh my God! Is that what you were trying to do with me the other month? Perv!" Rachel slapped Santana.
"Wanky."
"Who the hell has this even worked on?"
"Quinn, Brittany, Tina, Sugar, Miss Pillsbury, the bar owner, Shelby."
"You slept with my mom? You bitch!" Rachel screamed, and she slapped Santana again.
"First off, my panties are soaking. Slap me again and I will squirt in them. Quinn would not like that because it's her turn to do the wash. Second, your ex is dead and even I am sad. So let's go to the bar. It's not like you have to fuck a woman tonight."
"Fine, let's go."