Phoebe's POV:

Meredith and Blithe wanted to go to lunch with me; I of course accepted. Times were tough without having a best girlfriend in the same state as you. Blaine was a great listener and so was Georgia but it wasn't the same as Darcy.

Blaine was lounging on the couch, watching me get ready for lunch. He was jealous that he couldn't come; I could see it in his eyes. I offered to see if he could come too but his pride stood in the way of him accepting.

"Do you know how long you'll be?" Blaine questioned from his spot on the couch.

"No clue," I zipped my boots up, "Why?"

"Curious."

"Why don't you go out with your friends?" I suggested, "I might be awhile."

"Maybe."

Annoyed and late, I gave Blaine a quick kiss on the lips. He pulled me back for more when I tried to pull away.

"I have to go," I giggled.

Blaine sat me on his lap, "Stay."

"Maybe some other time."

He slid his hands up my shirt, "I can make it worth your wild."

"Goodbye!" I escaped from his grasp and ran out of the door.

Meredith and Blithe were already at the restaurant when I got there. They waved me over when they saw me from a spot in the back. I hugged them both before sitting down.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late," I apologized, "Blaine was feeling left out and wanted me to stay."

Meredith rolled her eyes, "The two of you are always together. He needs to learn how to share."

"We aren't always together," I defended myself.

The two of them looked at each other and started laughing.

"Okay, I guess we are," I laughed along with them.

We ordered our food and caught up with each other's lives. I never realized how much I missed having girl talk. Meredith was telling us about her new boyfriend, Bobby. He worked on the stock market, was from Chicago, and apparently gorgeous.

"He's taking me to meet his parents over Christmas," Meredith gushed, "His parents have a place in Boston and his whole family is going to be there."

"Great, while the two of both have boyfriends, I'm stuck with seeing dad in Florida," Blithe scrunched her nose, "My life sucks."

"You could always come with us," I offered, "It'll be fun."

Blithe's eyes widened with excitement, "Really?"

"We're already hosting a small army. What's one more?" I shrugged.

She clapped her hands together and squealed, "Christmas with the Grey's? Somebody pinch me!"

"Who knows? You might even get to interview my family."

Her jaw dropped, "Are you for real?"

"I'll have to ask my father, no promises, but yeah," I laughed.

Blithe ran over to hug me, "If you weren't dating Blaine, I'd try and date you myself."

"You're a drama queen," I hugged her back.

Meredith pouted, "Now I feel left out."

"You'll get over it," Blithe waved her away, "So Phoebe, how're you and Blaine post baby scandal?"

"Stop calling it that," I begged, "I never wanna go through that again in my life. But we're good."

"Uh huh," Meredith urged me on, "Why am I getting a different vibe from you?"

Guiltily, I played with my food. It wasn't anything that Blaine had done. He was great. Perfect actually. Sometimes I felt unworthy to be with him.

"Phoebe, we won't tell anyone," Blithe promised.

Sighing, I looked up at them, "It's not that I don't trust you guys, it's more like I don't know what Blaine and I are doing. We're... Comfortable. I feel terrible saying this, especially since Blaine tries extremely hard to make me happy, but we've lost the excitement we once had. I love him, no doubt about it. It's just..."

"You miss the feeling when you first go out with someone," Meredith finished for me, "I get it. Have you talked to him about it?"

I shook my head, "He doesn't feel like anything is wrong. Maybe I'm just being irrational and taking what we have for granted. If Blaine was to leave me, I wouldn't be able to take it. At the same time, I want him to prove that we still are meant to be together."

Tears trickled down my face, I quickly wiped them away, "I'm such a terrible person."

"You're not a terrible person," Blithe held my hand.

"Far from it," Meredith took my other hand, "You know what you want and that's great. Just ask yourself this, is the relationship over?"

What Meredith said stayed put on my mind as I walked into my apartment. I told Blaine that I was going to sleep at my place and that I'd see him tomorrow. He was fine with it, he had a few assignments he had to complete anyways. I wanted a second opinion on me and Blaine's relationship.

Georgia's purse was on the counter. I felt like we hadn't seen each other as much ever since Blaine and I got back together. Before Blaine, we used to do everything together.

I knocked on her bedroom door; it took her a few minutes to open the door. Her head appeared from the other side of the door. Her usually perfect hair was pulled into a sloppy bun. She must've been sleeping.

"Hey," she breathed.

"Hey, were you sleeping?" I asked.

"No, no, it's fine. What's up?"

Something fell from behind her door. She turned her head and tried to bite back a giggle.

"Is Batman in there?" I tried to peak around her.

Georgia closed the gap, "No. Must be the wind."

"Okay..." I drawled, "Well I need your advice about something."

Instantly, her face became serious, "Is everything alright?"

"Nothing big," I told her, "It's stupid really."

She turned back into her bedroom again, "Uhm, give me two minutes. I'll meet you in your room."

I nodded and walked towards my door. It took Georgia more than two minutes to come into my room, more like five. Annoyed, I walked out to yell at her and paused. Georgia and Sean stood kissing in front of the apartment door. Neither of them saw me. Shocked, I stepped back into my room. Shock was replaced with the realization that was what she was so anxious about me seeing.

Georgia walked in three minutes later, her hair was fixed and she wasn't wearing only her bathrobe anymore.

"So what's up?" she sat down.

"That's what I was wondering!"

Georgia gave me a confused look, "What're you talking about?"

"I just saw you and Sean getting it on in the front room!" I giggled.

Georgia started to giggle, "We've been so good at hiding it."

"Why're you hiding it?"

Georgia sat Indian style on my bed, "I mean, it's not really a secret. We just don't want it to be publicized yet. He's working at my father's building and he doesn't want other people to think he got his job just because he's screwing the owner's daughter."

"Makes sense."

"Plus, it makes the relationship more interesting," her eyes twinkled, "It's a turn on trying to sneak around."

"I wouldn't know what a turn on is anymore," I said leaning back, "Blaine and I are in a rut. We're just so boring."

"Don't you guys have crazy, adventurous sex like all the time?"

"Not really, especially since the pregnancy scare," I explained, "I just feel like we're an old married couple who occasionally has sex."

"Have you told him?"

"No, I don't want him to think it has something to do with him."

Georgia sat quietly for a minute, "What about having a threesome?"

"What?"

"A threesome, get someone else into the equation. Guys totally fantasize about threesomes!"

"Blaine would never," I argued.

"Then force him. Or look through his porn and figure out what a secret fantasy of his and create it."

"What if its some creepy kid fetish or bondage?" I scrunched my nose.

"Then do it."

I went over to Blaine's apartment while he was in class to creep through his laptop. Georgia's idea was crazy but it was something to work with. Thankfully, Blaine didn't bring his laptop to school today. I felt like I was evading his privacy but I was desperate.

His laptop sat on his desk. I sat down and tried to log on. Of course he had a laptop protected laptop. The possibilities of what it could be were endless. I typed in the usual, birthdays, sport teams, the day his mother died; I got nothing. Frustrated, I slammed my fingers on the keyboard. A welcome screen came up. What the hell? I looked at the keys I had pressed. Boobies. Really? Boobies?

Rolling my eyes, I clicked on his internet's history. He seemed like one of those people who erased his Internet history after he watched porn. I was right. Nothing came up.

My eyes flashed to his closet. I sprung up and opened the door. Everything was in place. I moved clothes, shoes, and jackets. The boy was clean. I should be happy that my boyfriend didn't find the need to watch porn. Key word was should. So I kept searching around his room like any same girlfriend would do if she and her boyfriend hadn't had sex in almost a week and a half.

Blaine texted me and asked did I want to come over to watch a movie. Perfect opportunity. I sent him a winky face and said sure. We were going to have to do it the old fashion way because I could not find any traces of porn anywhere.

When Blaine invited me over to watch a movie; he really meant it. All of my attempts to touch him were ignored. I made it more than obvious. Defeated, I sat there fuming about his rejection.

Nighttime wasn't any better. During dinner, Blaine was more interested in the football game. My attempts in the shower were meaningless. I had given up by the time we were getting ready for bed.

"Night," Blaine kissed my lips.

I held onto him as he tried to pull away.

"What was that for?" he pulled away.

"It's just a goodnight kiss," I tried to sound innocent.

Blaine stared at me before shaking it off and turning the light off, "Night."

I rolled myself onto him.

"What're you doing?" he muttered from beneath me.

"Nothing," I reached to pull his boxers down.

Blaine shifted from underneath me, "I'm really tired Phoebe. I wouldn't be much fun."

"Fine."

I flipped around.