They hadn't quite been able to coordinate a proper Black Friday attack, but the sales were still going on Sunday as the girls walked into the mall.

"Mom gave me her credit card since I had to deal with Dad's sister this year," Quinn said. "Reward for good behavior."

"Was she rude about sophomore year?" Mercedes asked, flipping though a spinner full of scarves.

"Not outright, just acts disappointed." She pulled a lacy black number off the rack and showed it to Tina, who snatched it out of her hands and offered a light pink blouse in return.

"Dad gave me an extra two hundred dollars since Abuela wasn't there," Santana said from where she was slipping off a pair of red pumps. "Not sure if he felt sorry for me or was glad that he didn't have to listen to her complain about the turkey being dry."

"I'm sure he was just trying to make you feel better," Tina reassured her.

"Yeah, well, it didn't work," she snapped. She stood up in a pair of knee high, heeled boots. "These on the other hand…"

Mercedes whistled appreciatively. "Girl, you better buy those so I can steal them from you."