A/N: this chapter is shorter because I felt like I have to write the next one in Rachel's POV.
do you guys even listen to the songs the chapters are named after? Because some of them (like this one) are AWESOME and you just HAVE TO, OKAY?
you guys, there's a girl in one of my classes that I've been totally secretly admiring from afar (forever alone status) BUT we actually got to partner up today and she was incredibly nice and we hit it off. Soooo this chapter goes out to that. My week's been only getting better and better by the day, I hope yours has too.
Meanwhile, Rachel's and Quinn's weekend should be pretty good too! Enjoy!
Chapter 6 – Chasing Rubies (Hudson Taylor)
The game starts and I stand by the sidelines, cheering our team on alongside my cheerleaders. I haven't really had time to see if Rachel's here or not, and I haven't been able to get to my phone and check for texts or phone calls.
I throw my arms in the air, shaking my pom-poms, and my cheerleaders follow suit, trying to agitate the crowd. I recognize a few faces in the crowd in front of us, but none of them belong to Rachel or Santana. I know she's bringing her so my reasoning is, if I find Santana, I'll find Rachel.
By the end of the quarter I'm losing all hope in ever finding her. Maybe she didn't show up at all. I have my cheerleaders take a break and we all spread to talk to our boys or to friends in the seats above us. Sam calls me over and I jog to him.
"Great spirit you guys are bringing tonight. We need that." He says and I agree. Our team is already losing by seven. We know we aren't the favorites to win, but maybe with me and my girls, we'll be able to do something for them. Maybe our excitement will boost up their confidence.
"Thanks! Do you play tonight?" I ask, not really looking into his eyes but looking behind him for that familiar face.
He checks to see who's behind him and then turns to face me, "Uh, no, just you know, sitting out today. I gotta get my knee checked." He explains. I remember him telling me about hurting his knee sometime during practice the week before and how it wasn't too bad, but he's mentioned it hurting so often now that I think he should've already checked it out.
Absent-minded, I reply, "you need to go see a doctor for that." It's more like a mumble. My eyes are scanning every face on the seats until I see someone I know and love! Brittany! A grin spreads over my face and she waves at me excitedly. She keeps pointing to a point on the other side of the gym, and raising her eyebrow as if she's trying to convey me a message that I'm not getting. I finally look at where she's pointing and I'm glad I do because my eyes land on none other than Rachel Berry. She's already looking at me, with a smile in place, and amused eyes. She's sitting between Santana and Kurt, with Blaine next to Kurt and some other girls talking to Santana.
She's been sitting on the away side of the gym and I have to try really hard not to laugh. I keep eye contact though, until the first quarter ends and I have to decide which routine we're going to put on right now to keep the crowd happy.
I walk over to Coach Sylvester and she yells at me to get it going, so I turn to my cheerleaders (thinking about how hot it is that Rachel gets to see me do this) and command them to start cheering.
I can feel her eyes on me the entire time and a need to impress her builds up within me.
For the duration of the second quarter, I keep my eyes on her. She doesn't seem to be bothered by this, in fact, she does the same. I don't even realize how fast this quarter goes by until it's time for me to perform for halftime.
The routine is supposed to be for our side of the gym, but every so often, we do have to turn around. When these moments happen, I always find myself staring at Rachel's ever-inviting eyes. She smiles the entire time I perform and I smile because how can I not? The girl I'm totally crushing on is here tonight and from what I hear from my friends and hers, she's totally into me, too. I have a feeling she'll be asking me out. Or, more like a hope.
Our team loses even after a comeback in the third quarter but it's okay because us cheerleaders know we're a lot better than they are. Coach Sylvester lets us even go straight back to our dorms instead of making us run another mile at the end of the game.
This is an exciting opportunity. I know that Rachel's still looking at me but I can't make my way over yet because I have head cheerleader duties to fulfill like keeping the boy's mood's up. I walk over to Sam and his friends, hug each one of them, and then wish him better luck next time. He whines about not even being able to play and help turn the game around but I poke his upper arm, earning a smile. As soon as I do, my head turns to check for Rachel's reaction. How does she feel about all of this?
She averts her eyes to play it like she hasn't been watching me this entire time and says something to Santana. I keep messing with my iPod because I'm nervous and having something to play around with helps calm me down and make it seem like I know what I'm doing. Also, after every game, I usually run listening to music but this time I didn't need it.
I see Rachel start coming down the steps to the railing which keeps people from jumping to court. I excuse myself and walk up to her to meet her halfway, like most of the times we see each other.
"Hi," we both say at the same time, while I'm still coming closer. She looks down at me from where she's leaning over the railing. I worry about her falling but I'm more excited about the fact she's here.
I look up and say, "Hi," again, to register that yes, she is here.
She laughs before complimenting me, "Hey, you did great out there."
I reach and tuck in nothing behind one of my ears, more just because I need something to do with the hand that's not holding my music player. "Thanks," I blow some hair up and my bangs feel funny dancing across my forehead. "You came," are the next words that come out of my mouth. The lights behind Rachel's head are kind of bothersome but I don't care. I squint and smile.
"I wouldn't miss it for anything else. I'm sorry we lost." She says and she sounds truly sad about this but I'm already used to us losing.
"It's no biggie, they always do."
"Doesn't that make your job harder?" She asks, tilting her head just so to the side, contemplating what my job entails.
I have to admit that yes, my job is a little harder when our team insists on losing "but I like the challenge." We both smile and I know it's coming.
I know that she's about to ask me out. I know she wants what I want. We like each other, how hard does this have to be? I find myself twisting and untwisting the white cord of my headphones around my fingers, but staring into deep brown; a warm haven, comforting and always beautiful. I lick my lips when I think about hers, and daydream about actually getting a real hug from her.
I watch resolution flicker across her eyes and wait for the words to come out of her mouth when I feel the good, intense tension break and the air shift. Sam comes up to us and I try not to look so disappointed while I unwrap the cord and start looking through my music.
If I look disinterested by what he's saying, it's because I am. I'm pretty upset that he interrupted my moment with Rachel. How can he not take a hint?
"There you are. Some of us are gonna go grab burgers for a little pick-me-up." I glance up at him and notice he has a towel wrapped around his neck as if he has been sweating profusely because he played so hard (when he didn't play at all). Then I look back at my iPod to check which song is next on shuffle and then back up at Rachel, hoping she says something. "You coming?" He jerks a thumb at the guys and girls staring at us.
I look at them, breaking eye contact with Rachel and I frown, thinking about spending time with them instead of her. I feel so bad for Sam because he looks so excited, but all in me is screaming that I should say 'no,' so I can go out with Rachel. But, she hasn't asked me and I'm not sure she will anymore. I also have to think about the guys of the team and the cheerleaders. It's some sort of expectation that I go because of who I am and I can't disappoint my team. Also, if Coach Sylvester learns that Sam asked me to hang out and I said no, she will strangle me with her bare hands.
"Sure," I say and Rachel's eyes snap up to me. I can feel them burning a hole through the side of my head. An idea hits me. I manage to say, "Just give me a minute and I'll be right there," to Sam, who nods once and leaves. "I guess I have to get going," I tell her when he's out of earshot. Thankfully for me, with one click of a button that I know Rachel didn't notice, I know the song I need her to hear is ready and waiting.
She says, "Totally! Your friends are waiting for you."
"Right," I look down and then at my iPod, garnering the strength to go through with this small plan. "Could you – would you –" I'm having trouble phrasing what I want to say but then I just decide to get it over with because if Rachel needs a damn push to ask me, I'll freaking do it. "Here. Take this. I'll get it from you sometime this weekend."
I smile when she takes it, but it's not as easy to do so when I know I'm going to be spending time with people who aren't Rachel. I nod once and make me way to my friends, groaning that this conversation did not come out the way I had expected it to. I mean, if Rachel likes me as much as everyone says she does and it's so obvious, why didn't she just keep me from saying 'yes' to Sam?
My friends are laughing when I get closer, and I join them, even though I have no idea what's happening. I grab my bag in autopilot and end up looking at Rachel again. She looks confused at the item in her hand but I hope she understands what is it that I want. I follow my friends out of the gym and into a cab.
The burger joint looks grimy and ancient but when I bite into the burger, it is juicy and one of the best burgers I've ever tasted. I appreciate Sam for choosing this place and persuading me into buying this BLT. I don't know what is it that they do but it makes a difference.
I try to stay engaged in conversation but the uniform is bothering me, I'm tired of pretending I care about a word this douch-y looking guy who's sitting next to me is saying, and I just can't stop wondering how Rachel reacted to the song. Did she like it? Was she surprised or excited? Did she not care for it at all? I don't know because I haven't heard from her yet. I rest my cheek on my hand and daydream, looking out into the busy streets of New York City. It rained during the game, but it already stopped. The air smells like rain, the pavement is wet and glistening, and the moon is reflecting on puddles all over the street. The window I'm looking through is not yet completely dried, so I follow the path of one drop of water.
Sam snaps me out of it by leaning across the table and waving a hand in front of my face obnoxiously, "Hey, you with us?" He asks with that stupid boyish grin of his that I can't seem to hate as much as I want to. He'd probably be a really good friend if he wasn't always trying to get with me.
I clear my head from thoughts of the brunette and smile, practiced and fake, "Of course." He nods and turns to pay attention to Ashley's story about her spray-tanning incident last summer that's gotten everyone but me laughing. Claudia lets out a loud cackle when Ashley tells the punchline. I struggle to at least smile at her when she looks at me as she recounts the day, but Sam manages to notice something's off. I can tell he's trying to come up with a way to broach it but I ignore eye contact and check my phone one more time for messages or calls.
About twenty minutes later when we're all hitching a cab back to campus, my ringtone starts to play. I fumble within the small space of the back seat, squished between Ash and Sam, and miraculously pull out the phone from my cheer letter jacket. I check the screen and release a shaky breath, both anxious and excited about the prospects of this call. Except I remember where and with who I am and I realize we can't really talk right now. I pick up anyway because I don't want her to think I'm ignoring her.
"Quinn?" She says as soon as the call is connected.
"Hi," I say with a hand cupping my mouth and the phone's bottom where the mic is. I roam my eyes over the people in the cab and they're all staring at me, expectant to know what's going on.
"Are you alright?" She asks, I presume because of the way I sound – hushed and secretive. I'm not hiding her from my friends. I don't care who knows that I enjoy talking with her; it's just that the conversation I'm praying will happen between us soon has to do with us going out on a date, and I just won't talk about that around anybody else.
"Just fine. Listen, can I call you back in, like, five minutes? I'm on a cab back to campus and there's five of us in here so it's a little cramped." I hope she understands my message and she seems to when she lets out a small, 'oh.'
"It's no problem." She assures me. Sam is looking at me and weighing my reaction to this phone call. Rachel's voice is mellow and shy when she adds, "But please, do call."
I smile because this is good. She called me and wants me to call back. I can totally do that. When haven't I called her back? Never! because Rachel Berry is not someone you leave hanging. I leave no rooms for doubt, "Five minutes, tops. As soon as I set foot on campus."
"Goodbye for now then, Quinn."
"Goodbye," I say and turn off the cell. There is silence in the taxi except for the soft music coming through the car's speakers playing Ke$ha's Tik Tok. I look at everyone looking at me and ask, "what?" as if I don't know what they want to know.
Ashley smirks and is the first to speak, "well? Who was that?" She is waiting for an answer along with everyone else.
I sigh and I can't help it that it comes out much more dreamily than I had intended, "It's a friend."
"Who?" She pushes for information. Then she takes a guess, "Is it Puckerman? That boy has been talking about wanting to get with you for a while now."
Sam looks disturbed at this information, furrowing his brow and choosing to look away to watch the packed homes of New York pass by.
"No," I say, "it's not Puckerman."
The douch-y looking guy – Ethan – then asks, "Then who?" He seems interested in knowing not because he's into me (thank goodness) but just out of curiousity.
"What does it matter?" Sam asks, irritated. "She doesn't want to tell us. It's not like she was completely fascinated by whomever that was." I hear cynicism in his tone of voice. I don't know how to react to the way he's acting so I just sit back and stay silent the rest of the ride.
I pay for my share of the cab, which is only like $5 dollars, and start walking fast toward my dorm. I just want to get away enough from my friends to call Rachel in peace but I hear someone's steps coming after me. He calls my name out and I stop to speak to him.
"Quinn," Sam says as he catches up to me. My hand was already on my phone. I turn around to face him, my eyes are cold. "Look, sorry for earlier in the cab."
I wave a hand in front of me, "It's whatever, Sam."
"No, really. Just… this is that girl you were talking to in the gym after the game isn't it? Berry something?"
My eyes widen when he says that and look down when I nod.
"That's cool," He says and looks around at the few souls walking past us to and fro places. "You seem to really like her and she's super into you; I could tell just by the looks you guys were giving each other. This is the same friend who was sick, isn't it?" For pegging him as a dork, Sam is actually a lot smarter than I ever gave him credit for. I don't understand why he kept trying though but as long as he understands now that I don't want anything, we're cool.
"Yes, it's her. Sorry, Sam," I grimace because if someone was about to tell me what I'm about to tell Sam I'd be super embarrassed. "I wish I liked you like that because you're great –"
He interrupts me right there with a soft, "hey," and I look at him. "Please, stop talking. Not helping my ego." He laughs and I'm glad he seems okay. "I'll back off. We should totally hang out as friends, though. You're cool." He raises his fist and waits for me to bump mine with his. I do, smiling. "Go get her, pal." He finishes and turns around back to where Ash, Claudia and Ethan are still waiting.
Now I can finally call her as I make my way to my dorm. I wait for a while before she picks up, "Hi! Sorry! I was listening to your iPod and couldn't hear my phone ringing." She tells me and I smile at the thought of her listening to that song and others. Listening to the songs I listen to is like getting a free pass into my brain. Most of the songs I own are lyrics I wish I had written, adventures I wish to take, love stories I want to star it.
"So you did listen to it."
"Yes," her laughter echoes in my ear, a melodious bubbly sound which I'd love to listen to it for hours, and then she says, "nice hint. I loved it."
"Well, then. What are you waiting for?" I hear myself asking and then blush slightly at how forward I seem.
She clears her throat, "I want to do it in person. Can I – can I come over your room tonight? Really quick?"
I feel butterflies throw a party in my stomach. I bite my bottom lip and grin, unable to suppress the happiness that takes over me. "Yes! Um, I live on Hutch. Third floor, room #167." I say it as fast as I can because I'm super excited about her coming over for the first time and I actually know what she's coming over for!
She laughs again and it's so beautiful every time, "I'll see you in ten, then, Fabray?" She says with a confident tone of voice, because she knows I want it. I want it badly.
There's three light knocks on my door and I jump out of my bed to get it. I look around my room one last time and make sure everything is organized. My roommate is actually gone. I have no idea where she is but I honestly don't mind. On my way to the door, I pull on the skirt I changed into (after the fastest shower of my life).
I open the door wide and instead of a face, I'm greeted by flowers. They're sunflowers. There's a lot of them. "Well, hello there, Sunflowers." I say with playful peek at Rachel standing behind the bouquet.
"Hi," She says with a high pitched voice. "Quinn, you look gorgeous as ever."
I giggle at the compliment and look down at what I'm wearing. The long black and white stripped skirt and a pink tank top. My room is pretty warm so I'm okay like this. My hair is still wet from the shower and I only fixed it with mousse. My cheeks warm up at what she says. "Thank you, Sunflowers. Will you come in?" I say and open the door wider.
Rachel comes in, and hands me the bouquet. "Hi," she says in her normal voice and hooks her thumbs in her jeans' belt loops. She looks bashful. I am enchanted by the flowers. They're so beautiful and lively. "They reminded me of you. So fun and full of life. Beautiful." The last word comes out as a whisper, as if she's reverently thinking of me and my so-called beauty when I'm standing right there.
"Rachel, thank you. They are beautiful."
I close the door and lean back on it, touching each delicate flower with my fingertips. "They mean something like… adoration, or – you know. Secret admirer."
It's as if the confident person I was speaking on the phone is no longer here. I smile at her because she looks so damn adorable all flushed and rambling and scrunching her nose at herself. "I love them, really, I do."
She looks at me and smiles, "So, Quinn Fabray," she clears her throat and I raise an eyebrow, humming to let her know she can speak because I'm listening. "Will you – do you want to, maybe, uh," she looks up then down, and then frantically dries her palms on the coarse fabric of her jeans repeatedly. "Wow, I never get this nervous," She mutters under her breath. "Okay." She takes three deep breaths before squaring her shoulders and looking at me dead on, "Will you go out on a date, completely non-platonic, with me?" She's standing next to my bed, hands clasped behind her back.
The words are amazing to hear. I feel my heart try to claw its way out of my chest and smile, "Yes! Of course." I'm amazed it even took as long as three seconds for me to reply.
She visibly stands up straighter, the weight of the question off her shoulders. "Great. Great! Yes! Awesome. Well, how's tomorrow at 7 sound?" She asks, already making her way to the door.
"It sounds perfect." I follow after her, not wanting to watch her go already.
She's standing right outside my door again, but without the flowers this time, and I'm holding onto the wood with both hands, my face resting on the flat end. She plays with the knob, hitting it gently over and over and over. Both of our eyes are focused on the action. "I can't wait." She says and a half-smirk shows up.
"I know, me neither." I say. I drop one of my hands near the door knob and immediately hers seek mine and she absent-mindedly plays with my fingers. She's just looking at our hands and we're both very aware that this has just become very real. Our feelings are both out there.
She lingers one moment longer and then takes a step back. "Good night." She says.
I say it to her retreating form and close the door behind me when I make my way back into my room. I walk over to where I had placed the flowers and sit in front of them on my desk. I can't help but stare, taking it all in: The moment my door opened and I saw them, how they smell, how she looked bashful, her asking me out, saying yes, and her touching my hand and the shivers I felt at the touch. She is intoxicating.
I push the chair back and look for something to put the flowers in. I find a dusty pitcher I haven't used in one of the boxes under my bed. I bet my mother thought it'd be good to have one but I never even unpacked it. I guess it came in handy. I wash it quickly and then fill it up with water. I take the flowers out of its wrapper and place it inside the pitcher, on top of my desk. The flowers add life to my workstation and they make me smile. Rachel makes me smile.
It's not until I get up to go to bed again that I see it. I've been checking Facebook for the past thirty minutes, and it's now almost midnight. I chuckle at it because Rachel would. I walk toward my bed and pick up the white iPod resting on top of my sheets. "So clever." I comment to myself.
My roommate comes in the door but I'm not even paying attention to her. My eyes are fixed on this fountain of music and lyrics that'll give me a greater sense of the person Rachel is. I press play and listen to the song she had been listening to, hoping she picked it so I could listen to it, too. It's I Kinda Like You by Jeremy Ashida and I beam when I hear the lyrics.
And this may not be new news
But here's the conclusion I came to
That I kinda like you
I kinda like you, I kinda like you, I do
I'm expecting to find thousands of Broadway songs from shows like Les Mis, The Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, RENT!, Spring Awakening, and Mamma Mia! And I do. They're all accountable for and more. Still, I find myself finding songs in there I just never thought about Rachel listening to. There's a lot of Sara Bareilles; a lot of John Mayer; there's a lot of Death Cab, she obviously (and thankfully) has a lot of the Beatles, The Smiths, She & Him, and even Alicia Keys and the Dave Matthews Band, and some more obscure artists I've never even heard of.
Mary, my almost always silent roommate, speaks. "Whoa, these sunflowers are beautiful."
"Thank you," I retort. The smile is back on my face and now it's starting to hurt my cheek muscles because Rachel just keeps having this effect on me. "A girl gave them to me tonight."
She looks at me in surprise and then says, "Sweet!" She ties her long hair up in a ponytail and starts changing.
I don't know why Mary and I never really talked before but I'm looking at the world through pink glasses tonight: la vie en rose. I start to change into pajamas alongside her, "So you aren't surprised I'm gay?"
"No. Not at all. I totally knew." She admits and then makes her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. "I just didn't think you were the relationship type." She tells me after she spits.
I laugh and I guess I understand her point. I'm always so concerned with cheerleading and classes I never thought about dating. But then I watched that play with that incoming freshman and that changed. I was just waiting for my chance to come. I shrug, "I guess not."
"Who is the girl?" She asks and I remember the iPod I'm holding.
"Rachel Berry." I tell her. I lay back in bed, staring at our ceiling. Our room has a slightly different layout than Rachel's. We don't have bunks, our beds are parallel to each other's.
She takes a moment to think and when she turns off the light she says, "I totally know who you're talking about. Short, brunette, theatre major?"
I smile, "Yeah, that's her."
She high fives me before lying down and I giggle at her reaction, "She's a total hottie." She must notice the way I frown, not out of disagreement with the statement, but wondering if my roommate could possibly – "Hey, don't worry. I'm totally straight. I have a boyfriend."
I didn't know that at all. "Ah, that's awesome. Does he go here?" I ask her and we talk for hours until we both pass out.
Brittany is over because I need help deciding what to wear. Rachel hasn't told me anything about our date tonight, except that I be there when she comes to pick me up. She told me whatever I wear will be fine because I look beautiful in anything, which only made me blush and was no help whatsoever to my case.
I recruited Britt's help and we've been in my room, looking through my closet since 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
Today, I woke up singing with the birds. I barely ate breakfast because of the excitement. My morning went by as a blur and honestly, my afternoon was spent thinking about tonight and wondering how our date is going to go.
Now, I'm anxious because I don't know what to wear and I still have to shower, do my make up, and fix my hair. It's been thirty minutes since Britt arrived and I can't decide.
She pulls out a red dress and looks at me questioningly. "No." I tell her. She throws it on the bed and looks for something else. I'm sitting on my bed with one leg under the other, trying to calm myself down. Tonight has to be perfect.
"What about this one?" Britt asks, pulling out a green summery dress.
"It's too cold for that one. Though I admittedly love that one."
"Fine." She throws that on top of the pile of dresses and skirts and tops forming on my bed.
I pick up Rachel's iPod that has been by my side all day and press play. It shuffles and starts with the song What I Wouldn't Do by A Fine Frenzy. I let the guitar melody lift me up while staying in my room. If we were children/ I would bake you a mud pie /Warm and brown beneath the sun/ Never learned to climb a tree / But I would try / Just to show you what I'd done. I sing along with the lyrics that I know, which are only a couple of lines. Brittany looks at me and I smile, finally being able to relax some. Just listening to the music Rachel enjoys makes me feel closer to her. Oh What I wouldn't do / If I had you, babe / If I had you.
Brittany yelps and turns around with a huge grin. "I found it!" She pulls out a white dress.
I nod, "yes! Perfect!" She finds a gray coat of mine and lends me a teal scarf to wear with the dress. I decide to go with the cowgirl boots just because I feel more comfortable in them and they'll keep me warm.
I shower while Britt puts all the other clothes back in the closet. When I come out of the bathroom already in my matching set of soft pink lacy underwear, she's already got my makeup out.
She sits and waits for me to blow dry my hair and curl it. Her smile is gigantic when I turn away from the mirror and she nods approvingly. I sit on a chair in front her and she starts putting on my makeup; she keeps it light just like she knows I like it.
There's a knock at about five before seven and I know it's Rachel. I glance at Britt again, hoping she'll tell me if I look good or not. She just comes closer and wraps me up in a bear hug. I let myself hug her back for a good while until another knock reminds me that I'm going on a date with Rachel Berry.
I inhale a very deep breath and then make my way to the door, exhaling slowly as I come closer to it.
And the vision I see when I manage to open the door doesn't disappoint, exactly like every other time I've ever laid my eyes on this girl. "Hi," she says with wide eyes and an even wider smile. "You look great." She notices Britt deep inside the room and acknowledges her too, "Hey, Brittany."
Britt waves and then disappears further into my room, mostly because I don't think there's anywhere else she could go.
I'm still taking in Rachel. Her makeup is smoky, emphasizing her eyes and bringing out their natural exotic beauty. Her hair is straight with her bangs framing her face. She's wearing jeans and a grey pullover sweater with a black leather jacket and her black combat boots. "I could say the same about you." Those jeans sure make her legs and butt look amazing.
"Are you ready to go?" She asks and I nod, grabbing my purse.
I turn to Britt, "I'm leaving, Britt. Thanks for everything. Bye!"
She says back, "Bye! Have fun! Be good to Rachel."
Rachel and I exchange smiles and I giggle, "I will." I assure them both, looking into Rachel's eyes.
She extends her hand with a smile and I grab it. It feels perfect. Our hands just fit together. Her hands are cold because she was just outside but I don't mind it. I bring my other hand up and use both hands to warm hers up. "Your hand's cold." I tell her.
"Sorry –" She says and is about to pull away but I stop her.
I can't let this girl take back her hand when I have held it and now what it feels like. It's soft, and it's made to hold mine. I smile at her reassuringly, promising with my look that I don't care, and that in fact, I like it. "I'll keep them warm for you."
A/N: Sooo whatcha kids think? Excited for the date? :)