Ratings and disclaimers from Chapter One apply. Sorry about the delay—I should never EVER say I will do something tomorrow. It's like THE OMEN. I had an unforeseen out-of-town trip and my computer is still the beast I love and keep running with the equivalent of IT duct tape and love.

As you know, I just make people up, so there you go. Deryk, the keyboard band guy, has no analogous human on the show.

I swear to God, I want it to move along as much as you lot do. Movie night. So Regionals next time. Geesh, this story's so effin' long. Sorry, folks. Thanks for putting up with it. And everyone hates long chapters because WTFE, evidently. But this is what I have.


"I'm completely thrilled!" Rachel was wearing jeans and Mr. Owl. She had declared him a comrade in arms and who was Quinn to disagree?

The blonde girl smiled. No one could be thrilled like her girlfriend. Rachel's face was almost normal now. This thrilled Quinn as well because her girlfriend was A) okay and B) having what was not at all a real teen party but more like a little kid's party she'd never had, parents included. Quinn didn't care if Rachel didn't care and it nearly broke her heart to see how much Rachel didn't care.


It was a particularly poignant night for Deryk, as he changed his shirt for the fifth time. Sadly poignant because he had no delusions about any shirt he put on making any girl or guy for that matter and it wouldn't matter to him, suddenly into him. Sweetly poignant because he knew Rachel would be as excited as he was just to go. He'd gone to school with her a long time but, beside the band kids, she'd been the only kid who'd reached out to him in high school and definitely the only and prettiest girl. None of the band members had ever been invited to a party where cool kids would be.

He scrolled through his iPod on his docking station and brought up his dub mix of Rachel when she'd covered Big Time Sensuality for him and punched it on. It didn't sound sensual—hell, it didn't sound sensual with Bjork singing it. It sounded happy and grounded and hopeful. He looked into his light blue eyes in the mirror, which he knew were pretty much his best feature because they were oddly juxtaposed against his jet-black hair. He smiled as he thought about it and decided happy, grounded and hopeful were sensual. He nodded at himself and chose his shirt. His goddess Bjork was always right.


In the darkening evening, the guests all slowly converged. None of them would admit to any other of them that they were a little excited that the theater had been closed just for them and that they needed a special horn signal for Vinnie to let them in. Most of them, like most of Lima, were scared to death of Vinnie, who looked like a very large misplaced extra from a Scorsese movie. Complete with gun.

The band members immediately realized they'd made perhaps a lame and too punctually early entrance to the party but that was what you did because you were the band, right? They were not surprised, however, to see Rachel was already there, which explained Quinn, Santana and Brittany's early presence. It was strangely exhilarating for these last three to take notice of them and grab sodas with them and actually talk to them as Rachel reminded everyone of their names. They felt almost like they were people.


As the rest of the guests began to arrive shortly thereafter, they found Vinnie had cleared a huge space in the middle of the cinema, with scores of short low-slung lawn chairs for everyone to sit in.

Brittany leapt forward at the arrival of the Abrams van, opened the side door and jumped in. "Want a lift, Exo-Mine?"

Artie smiled at her. His dad had thought that, beside himself, Puck and Sam were the only people his son would unselfconsciously let help him but found he was wrong. "Sure thing."

She picked him up and stepped out of the van gracefully, "Just grab his chair, Mr. Abrams, and I'll watch out if he needs it or me. I know a transfer from a short lawn chair to his chair would be crazy. Puck's running late but Sam's here and I don't really need help."

"She doesn't. My exie is super strawng."

Brittany laughed and kissed his cheek.

And Mr. Abrams saw she was. The girl carried the son he struggled to pick up as simply as if he were only a paper cup. His son might be nothing to her weight-wise but was clearly something to her emotionally because she was incredibly gentle as she situated him in the small lawn chair, so gentle it made his eyes sting.

Finn's reaction was different. He watched this display of brute girl-strength with dismay. Carrying Rachel was one thing but Artie had to weigh 150 pounds. He'd always thought Brittany was borderline scary and maybe she'd been serious about that Israeli thing he couldn't remember the name of.

Eric just thought, damn. Sam reflexively felt his own arms and thought about adding another set or two of bicep curls.

Santana watched with mild jealousy that evaporated the second Brittany looked up at her and winked.

"Arthur! You should have brought Abby."

Arthur laughed, "Are you kidding me, Judy? These kids already have you. And hi Eric, Jake! Plus Shotgun Vinnie. Parents, including one very large bald one and a scary movie man. I think they're getting as chaperoned as they'll ever want to be."

"The hell of youth. I remember it well," Vinnie said as he roughly clapped Arthur on the shoulder, "Not as scary as I used to be in school, Abrams."

"Anyone with a shotgun is scary to an accountant, Vin. Ask me during tax season."

"Word."

"Mr. Berry, that almost sounded cool."

"Thank you, Mercedes. I occasionally try to channel my Jewish black man."

Mercedes said, "And just like that, the cool flames out."

Jacob stamped his foot in indignation and Mercedes burst into laughter. "Is that where Rach gets that from?"

Eric laughed, "Completely. Keep going and we'll have a storm out."

"Daddy! Don't pick on Dad. Mr. Abrams, you're welcome to stay."

Arthur laughed and said, "Thank you, Rachel, but no. Art's sister is having a sleepover away so it's date night at my house."

"I didn't need to know that, Dad. Ever."

"Me, either," Matt offered.

"Yeah, Mr. A. You're bringing full parental horror." Deryk said.

Arthur Abrams beamed with pride, having never been told he'd accomplished such a thing.

Rachel put a hand on Artie's shoulder. "I feel for you, Artie. Remember I'm a girl who was created on a date between two gay fathers and the IVF fairy."

"Ouch. Double down, Rach. And pound dawg." Artie knuckle bumped with Rachel.

"Later, Art."

"Thanks, Dad. Sort of!"

Brittany waved her goodbye and said, "I know you're kidding, Rach. San explained about the whole stork thing but you totally didn't get brought to your dads by the International Monetary Fund."

Santana's eyes popped wide as she stared at Rachel, who replied hesitantly, "You're…right. I'm sorry. Perhaps I didn't enunciate, which is unlike me. I didn't say IMF; I said IVF."

"Oh. In-vitro. That makes way more sense and is there really an IVF fairy? Because me and San will need her someday. Or maybe it's a him sort of like Kurt. No diss meant, Kurt. I mean, obvs, because I'm super gay too." She looked suddenly and utterly startled. "Wow. It's so like I wasn't supposed to say any of that."

Santana just shook her head as Kurt responded, "No offense taken, Brittany. No worries. I promise we won't need first responders to deal with the shock your news caused because the cat's been out of the bag about you and Santana since you were about twelve. I'm actually more interested and nearly breathless for the answer. IVF fairy, Santana?"

Everyone looked at Santana, who glared at Kurt then turned to Quinn like a desperate deer in headlights. Quinn looked at the sky for help from God as she ran her hands through her hair. Yes. These were actually her best friends.

She wasn't the HBIC for nothing. She sounded firm and conclusive in her report of her IVF fairy findings, "There are many boy and girl IVF fairies, Britts, and I promise we'll talk about them with San and Rach later if you want. But right now I think we need to get this party started, people."

"That's right! I knew you could feel I was in da house!"

Everyone turned and saw two figures approaching.

"Vinnie actually let you in, Puckerman? Where are his standards?"

"I hit the entrance at the same time as my man Dr. Mac, so I lucked out. He brought the adult beverages. For the adults, people. I didn't bother to try. We're no me gusta except for soda and snacks. But first," he swept over to Rachel and gently picked her up, holding her almost like a toddler in his arms, "How's my finest Jew on this fine Friday night?"

She smiled and ran her hands over his soft strip of dark hair, "I'm excellent, Noah! I'm very excited to see you and everyone and the movie."

"Good to hear it but now I have to put you down before Quinn murders me with her eye sabers of death."

Quinn smiled as Rachel kissed Puck on the cheek as he gently put her back on the ground. "That was only half a joke. I can actually cause hit point damage with my eyes."

Quinn was mildly chagrined that everyone nodded and vocally agreed. Santana said, "Nerd alert, capitan. Next reference to D&D gets you a toaster oven. Oh wait, you already got one, didn't you?"

Rachel hugged Dr. Mac. "Ignore them. I do. I'm glad you could come."

"I wouldn't be elsewhere. Seeing you happy makes me feel like serenading you with When Irish Eyes are Smiling."

"That's very kind but hearing your singing voice might set my recovery back a week."

"See how you treat me! I ask you, what's harder? Brain surgery or singing?"

"That's super easy, Dr. Mac. Singing if you can't. Brain surgery if you can."

He stared at her, "That's an astonishing answer, Brittany. And it's completely true."

Judy smiled, "Brittany's always right."

Because all eyes were again on her and she knew she'd messed up talking too much before but not now maybe, Brittany felt overwhelmed to the point of blankness. Mike saw it, just as all of her closest friends did, but he was the fastest to react and ran the short few yards toward her, shouting, "Incoming!" and jumped on Brittany's back, "Let's go! Powers, super, super powers!"

Brittany giggled, then galloped around piggy-backing Mike as they shout-sang The Apples in Stereo Powerpuff Girls song, which was incredibly surreal for nearly all the people watching, who wondered what had possessed them and especially him. They'd never seen him be anything but deferential and quietly pleasant with Brittany, even when working on dance numbers.

Santana had. And one other person, who'd just arrived.

"I come to see a movie, not insanity! Put him down, malyshka!"

Brittany immediately stopped and Mike jumped down.

Silence fell. Irena Sokoll hadn't been on the stage in years but still had ferocious stage presence.

Brittany was used to that and was only thinking that she was in trouble again and it was weird because that was three times now and San hated stuff happening three times and this was only a movie so what was that about? And she'd never seen Irena in skinny jeans and she thought she looked really hot for a person who could be her grandmother even though she was about the tiniest woman ever, maybe. But she only said, "Oh. Hi. Sorry, Irena."

"Pfft. You never need say that to me, Brittany. Hello, everyone."

This was clearly perfunctory because she turned to, "Michael, you may do this sporting about in our studio but not—" she threw her hands in the air in disbelief, "I walk in and see what? A woman running and carrying a weight heavier than her own over uneven, unknown ground with dark lighting. It is unlucky—you do not do such things unless it is for life or death. I know you don't respect dancing as the bread in your mouth and I pray you never should but this is dangerous."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Sokoll."

"Again. Do not say so, Michael. You are both children I dearly love and I understand wanting to play because you are so capable. The rest of the people here are welcome to run and sprain themselves or give themselves injuries that will plague them a lifetime. But you? No. Not two people who will be professional dancers and have feet and ankles and knees I have trained for so long."

She clapped her hands twice, as they'd so often heard. "On even ground with adequate lighting? Trust yourselves completely and have your fun. It is good to be bold and you need never fear when you're sure of your footing. This is true of everything in life but you cannot choose your footing always. I will tell you and it is true? If you can, you must. Never play dice with fate because fate can be a merciless bitch with dancers. One slip and a dancing life is over."

She turned, "Not so with singers. Speaking of a fate that clearly loves you and with good reason, little one. How are you?"

Rachel saw that Brittany and Mike were merely chastened and not dispirited in the least so she hugged her, "I feel great, Ms. Sokoll!"

"You look it. I'm thankful you invited me. I promise to keep my mouth shut from here on and enjoy you all as long as things remain civilized. Except to ask Brittany, is this song you and Michael were singing on my iPod?"

"It's from the Powerpuffs Girls soundtrack, Irena. San loaded Frank Black's song, but not this one."

"Santana, you will rectify this."

"Will do. The whole soundtrack rocks."

Whatever this was—was weird for everyone gathered. They knew Irena Sokoll had helped during Rachel's assault but nearly everyone in the gathering hadn't met the woman and most who had were still slightly scared of her. She had always been person of fear-filled interest in Lima and that she, Brittany, Mike and Santana seemed to be friends was frankly stunning to most of them.

Tina shook her head and spoke quietly to Mercedes, "I've been crossing the street in Lima for years not to run into Scary Sokoll and Mike knows her? He's so answering some questions tonight after this movie. And he not only knows Scary, he sings Powerpuff songs riding on Brittany's back when he barely speaks to her at school. Brittany knows what's on Scary's iPod and Santana helps with Scary's iPod. Is that a fair rundown of what I just saw? I could do a total buy-in for Scary being a witch or a demon and Santana being her familiar but not B or Mike."

Mercedes laughed in delight. "Testify! You're just wrong to say that familiar thing even though you're so right. I don't think you missed anything and all of it just added up to one big fat the hell? For the record, Scary Sokoll has always scared me, too."

Kurt was listening in and quickly said, very quietly, "Curb your enthusiasm and lower your voices or we'll all be wearing what you're throwing later. I've always been alarmed by Ms. Sokoll, as well, but she's a world class prima ballerina. They're divas too, ladies, and with better reason. When you add to that she's Russian and has always looked like she might and could beat you, which we've found from Rachel's misfortune is thankfully true…ooh…look who's here. Mr. Schue and Ms. Pils. Pretending it's not a match made in I don't know where."

"I know. Rubber gloves and hair products. Aisle five?"

"Me-OW, Mercedes."

Will was carrying two chairs and a bag but nodded as he said, "Hi guys! Thanks for inviting me. I hope you don't mind I brought a plus one."

Rachel shook her head although she feared the worst about ingesting movie snacks on an open field of gravel and grass, which meant dirt as well. "Not a bit. Good to see you, Ms. Pilsbury. I hope you both enjoy the movie and the refreshments."

"Oh thank you, Rachel," Emma said, "But we brought our own—refreshments, that is. Not the movie. Of course."

Rachel nodded vigorously, vastly relieved. "Then everyone's set!"

"Rachel, sweetheart. Come here please."

She presented herself to "Quinn?"

Quinn lowered her voice, "Relax, honey. I'll handle this. This is supposed to be fun. Just have fun."

Rachel leaned in to whisper, "I'm tremendously anxious. All of these people are being nice to come to this event and I don't want to be a bad hostess."

"I know you're anxious, sweetie, and I appreciate your introducing everybody and keeping things nice. That's your job—having fun and mingling and remembering they're here because they love and like you. The mechanical particulars otherwise are mine and Vinnie's. I'm the hostess at this party for you." She kissed her on the cheek. "Relax and enjoy yourself."

She then raised her voice, "Attention please?" All of the adults were surprised at how instantly the din of teenagers' talking fell silent. Quinn had a not so much stage presence as a fear presence of her own. "If I can get a few volunteers, we can help Vinnie with the popcorn. Then we'll get our movie going and we can all socialize afterward."

Eric, Jacob and Judy stepped forward but Quinn waved them off as she leaned forward and said quietly, "Absolutely not. You guys have fun with Rach and her guests. I've got this. It's good to be the queen."

She stepped away and raised her voice again, "Deryk, you're with me." He sprang forward. He knew the deal. She wasn't into him but he must have chosen the right shirt. "You, Mercedes and you, Tina. You need something to do because I hear some buzzing. Not you Kurt. I hear your buzz too but it's fine. Got that, gossip queens? Because I do. And I need Finn, Sam and Matt. Let's go."

Mercedes and Tina looked at each other and Tina whispered, "Fuck, she's scary. She couldn't possibly have heard us."

Kurt nodded, "I told you! Get going, starlets."

As everyone Quinn had called filed after her, Santana had to laugh even as she called out, "You know it's not, technically speaking, volunteering if you order people around, right, cap?"

"I don't technically care and never have, have I? Who's in charge?"

Santana pointed at her with both index fingers, winked and Quinn snapped her fingers and pointed back at her. "That's what I thought, lefty. C'mon people. Popcorn's waiting."

Puck didn't turn to Santana but whispered, "She's so badass."

"Yeah. A thing of beauty." She didn't turn to him either, just whispered almost sadly. "She really is, actually. And I don't mean her face or her body, dog."

Puck nodded and let this go and it wasn't only because he agreed. The times Santana was real with him were rare and he'd learned to just shut up and let her be when she was and not be dumb or try to score off her even if she would do it to him in a heartbeat.


As they walked away, Jacob said to Judy, "Excuse me for saying this, but that's an alpha female."

"She is that. Russell was a beta male who wished he were an alpha. That was probably what rankled him about her. And you have your own little alpha."

"We do. And now you do, too. Two for two."

They watched Eric and Rachel, who were talking to Artie yards away from them.

"Jacob, can I tell you something and you can share it with Eric but no one else?"

"Of course."

"I wanted to tell you I love Rachel. She's adorable. Quinn is my child but I see she's different and difficult. She knows that, too, and she's not adorable. She's only lovable to those few people she allows to really see her. She was as cool and distant with people from the minute she was born as she is now. I was always overly awed by her and Russell was overly proud in a 'I made this' way. I can easily appreciate how both of those attitudes must have hurt her. But look at all the focused effort she puts into creating what people think of her."

She looked fondly at Rachel, who was speaking as animatedly as a three-year-old on a candy binge. "You haven't made the same mistakes we did with Rachel but I watch your daughter doing the same things. Quinn only tolerates controlled attention and Rachel needs all the attention. Did you know that Quinn despises looking into mirrors? Always has. I know Rachel loves it. Sides of a coin. That won't change but surely it must be exhausting sometimes and surely sometimes you'd want to just relax with someone who really understood you. I guess my point is that seeing Rachel and Quinn together makes me think they're going to have happy lives and I've always been worried Quinn wouldn't. I'm sure you and Eric have worried that Rachel might have fame and money but would never find someone. I watch them together and they understand each other better than people who aren't like them can. I know they've only been together a short time and they're so young but they've known each other better than we know them for a long, long time. Just remember in a few years, when we watch them get married, that tonight I bet you a thousand dollars they would."

"Married! Really?"

"Absolutely. Is it a bet?"

"Oh my goodness! Bet against joy like that? Never! And you're a mother! You know things! I can't wait to tell Eric! He won't know what to do with me and he'll have to give me my inhaler but I won't tell anyone else! Mazel Tov!"

Judy smiled as he rushed off. She loved Berrys.


Puck and Santana spent a few moments silently watching Will opening his large bag and Emma reaching into it, "San, don't you just know she's going to put a plastic barrier on the ground…and yeah…oh yeah…there it is. Serious up. You think if they're fucking, Mr. Schue's in a plastic bag?"

She whispered, "Brawny-brand black outdoor drawstring bag or, if it's love, she might have sprung for the hazmat suit."

"Evil."

"You love it."

"I do. But I love Britts more."

"I know that. As long as it's a paws-off kinda love, you'll continue to breathe."

"You're almost as badass as Quinn."

"No lie there, Noah."

Long silence.

"You called me Noah."

"Ignore it. I've been hanging out with a midget."

"She's rubbing off on you. That's sorta sweet."

"Don't make me punch you, bitch. In fact, you know what? That punches one of my buttons, okay? Lemme tell ya why. Last year, I was putting out a hummingbird feeder for B so she could watch them flap around and be all cute and eat and shit. Our Mami informed me, in front of Britts, that I couldn't substitute Splenda for the sugar when I mixed the food. She said I wasn't going to be doing any favors to birds with the metabolism of, holla, hummingbirds by feeding them no-calorie Splenda. And she sorta made it totally sound like I was intentionally maybe pranking those dumbass birds when I wasn't! It just didn't even occur to me. Britts cut me off for two weeks. See? I don't do sweet."

She looked so aggrieved that Puck wanted to laugh. But only smiled as he rolled his eyes and kissed the side of her head.

She allowed it but said, "Whatever. Fuck you."

"Not anymore."

"Got that right."

He smiled more broadly.

"Puck?"

"Yeah?"

"I might moderately love you, asshole."

"Right back atcha."

"And if me and Britts are ever having babies, you're the IVF fairy."

"WHAT?"


At that moment, the last guest arrived. Everyone sort of stiffened at his appearance, except for Rachel, who rushed forward to hug him. "David!"

"Hi, shorty. I brought everybody candy but I got you some vegan candy."

"Terrific! I have to introduce you to my parents!"

David felt like his lungs were collapsing a little as he faced them.

"Daddy, Dad? This is my friend David."

They didn't miss the reaction of the assembled students and knew what he'd done to their daughter. They looked at him pretty much as he deserved. Rachel flinched a little but spoke, "David is my guest, everyone, and I want him here. And so he's going to hold out his hand and my parents will both shake it and Daddy, you won't do the bone-crusher thing you did with Finn, Jesse and Noah when you met them."

"Yeah, that was killer, Mr. Berry. I couldn't throw a football right for a week."

They shook hands. "Good. Now we're going to watch our movie."

David looked over the lawn, feeling sweat running down his back and saw Kurt sitting in his chair next to Mercedes and an empty chair on the other side. The boy pointed at it and David grinned.

"Thanks, Kurt."

"You're welcome and Mercedes will keep her mouth shut because I told her that we're trying here."

"Got it." David sat down and reached into his letterman's jacket, pulled out a huge box of Sno-Caps and handed it to Kurt. "I thought you might not want to fight anyone for them. I don't." He reached into his large gym bag and brought out a thermal bag, unzipped it and presented Mercedes with a little basket that produced a squeal. "Oh hell no. You brought me tots?"

"I think tots should be movie food, too. I have little ketchup packages and napkins."

"Hand 'em over. We'll keep this one, Kurt, if he keeps coming correct with the tot action." And she laughed at herself even as she said, "Thanks, David. That was really nice of you."

"No problem. I'm trying."

Kurt smiled at the starry sky. "Yes, thank you, David. As you see, there's a massive tub of popcorn here with extra butter and usually Mercedes and I would fight over it and she'll still want some but thanks for keeping her occupied for the moment while I forage through it."

They both reached into the bucket at the same time and Kurt very quickly squeezed David's fingers. David smiled at the starry sky.


Everything was ready and Vinnie was about to start the movie from his projection booth when he heard, "Mr. Vinnie?"

"Call me Vinnie, Rachel."

"Vinnie, where are Sal and Mineo?"

"In their kennels. Not everybody likes big dogs slopping around."

"But I do and it's my party."

Vinnie smiled at the tiny earnest girl in front of him. "I'll bring them out after the movie but Quinn said to leave them in because she wants you hugging her instead of them during the movie."

Rachel blushed even as she beamed at him, "She said that? Really?"

"Really. And you'll find there's a little loveseat lawnchair for you two in a prime location."

"That's very nice of you, Vinnie."

"It's Quinn. She wanted you to have fun and I can see your buddies are having fun."

"It's terrific. I know this costs you money to close your theater so thank you."

He shrugged, "You're welcome but Judy's family's mine so no problem. And Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"I'm very sorry you were hurt but you'll never be hurt by that man again."

Vinnie's brown eyes were suddenly a little frightening to Rachel.

"Uh. Well. Thank you? And I know the authorities will deal with it. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

He continued his work to prep the movie showing, "I'm not talking about hurting anyone. I'm talking about it never happening, Rachel. People only need talking to. I always only talk. People always listen. I know you're going to New York—all of you. If anyone ever, ever, ever causes any one of you problems, call me. I promise I'll always talk first and they'll always listen. I promise you."

He turned from his task and smiled at her. "Since I moved to Lima when I was thirteen, I've never said this to anyone in this world because I shouldn't but for some reason I trust you. My name is Vincent Giacopelli but it's not. I'm a different person. But you've always been on the run in a way, too. I see it. I'm in Lima because my father chose to walk away from New York to save me when I was thirteen and he talked when he was ordered not to. He wanted talking for me instead of other stuff, if you get me. Other stuff's what people do where he came from."

He rolled away from his projection station.

"Quinn's a lot like my old man in a way. He didn't want to do things but he would, if you understand. Choosing not to? Choices that hurt? He kept good people around him. It's hard for some people to be good even if they really wanna be. I like people like that. That's why I love Quinn. I don't think you'll need me but call. Even if it's just to bark at the dogs over the phone."

Rachel just stood there for a few moments. "I will, Vinnie. I know I never heard this—to anyone, ever."

"Yeah. Thanks. I knew that about you. Enjoy the movie."

"Is it good?"

"You'll love it. And I'll release the hounds after."

"Thanks!"


As the movie finally started, Quinn whispered into Rachel's ear, "When I watched this the first time, Britts and S already had. Remember, they always watched movies first because of the whole thou shalt not watch any movie but that which will bore your tits off edict. Britts told me and I can quote, 'San thinks she's Inigo Montoya. She's been Westley since were three. Don't tell her you know.'"

They watched the movie, curled up in their loveseat and Rachel felt transported by it all.

The stars, the popcorn, the strangeness of having any friends at all.

It was her perfect movie. She felt like she was climbing the Cliffs of Insanity because Quinn was holding her. Looking around her, she still had the blonde girl's complete attention and having friends? It was a fairy tale and a bit of an adventure and romance and she was actually living it. Right that minute.

Living it was fun. Knowing she had the people she needed to fight against anything. She wasn't by herself. Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Daddy, Dad, Noah, Finn…everyone there—they were all there for her. Even Vinnie.

So she laughed as she enjoyed the movie, knowing Quinn was just as much a farm boy Westley as Santana. And Santana thinking otherwise was foolish. She kissed Quinn at the end of the movie and didn't even care who was watching.


A/N: Song referenced is from the Powerpuffs soundtrack, which is about as awesome as things get.

You Tube.

watch?v=21zzMkUePow

All of it rocks and you should own it.

Now we're off to Regionals, very Faberry. And VERY Faberry after that. If you're still reading at all. I wouldn't blame you if you weren't.