Lima, Ohio

Santana sat next to Brittany on Quinn's bed, watching the other girl go crazy rummaging through her closet, throwing shirts and pants in their direction. She had already tried on four different outfits, finding something miniscule that she didn't like and she was just going to some boring black and white movie with Berry. She was acting like this whole thing was a date.

That would explain a lot, she thought, tilting her head to get a better look at her friend. Quinn had spent all of glee glaring at Santana every time she insulted Manhands. Plus, why would she invited Rachel of all people to dinner and a movie? Yea, so, she kept saying she was staying away from guys this year. Wait a minute.

"Is this a date?" Santana asked.

Quinn froze. "What? Of course not."

"Q, look at me."

Quinn turned around and glared at Santana. "You asked Manhands out on a date?"

"Would you stop calling her Manhands?"

"Ah ha!" Santana said, pointing her finger accusingly at the blonde. "This is a date!"

"Fine!" Quinn yelled, throwing her sweater down. "Yes, its a date. I like Rachel Berry, so I asked her out to dinner and a movie and now I'm freaking out about what I'm going to wear on my date."

Santana folded her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow in her friend's direction. "It's Berry, why worry? She normally dresses like an overgrown kindergartner anyway."

"Santana," both blondes hissed at her.

"I think its great Quinn," Brittany said, stretching to reach a shirt at the bottom of the bed. She grabbed a light blue polo and pair of skin tight blue jeans. She stood up and started looking around the room. "You're thinking too hard about what to wear." Spying what she was searching for, Brittany squealed and bounced before grabbing a blue zip-up hoodie and added it to the other clothes. "There. That'll be perfect."

Santana smiled at her best friend as Quinn looked at the clothes and nodded. "Wear your plain chucks. I think Rachel will appreciate the symmetry."

"Are you helping me get dressed for my date?" Quinn asked. "And did you just call her by her real name?"

"Don't you dare tell anyone," the Latina warned. The blondes looked at each other and then rushed forward to pull Santana into a group hug. "Ugh, get off. I have a reputation to protect."

"We should make it a double date!" Brittany exclaimed and Santana groaned. She did not want to go on a double date with Rachel and she did not want to see some stupid black and white movie. "Oh, come on San. I don't really want to see the movie either, but we could at least go to dinner."

"No."