Lima, Ohio

Brittany smiled at Santana as they squeezed into a booth at BreadStix opposite Quinn and Rachel. So far the Latina had been civil to the other brunette and had at least laid off the insulting nicknames, sticking with Berry. The two girls made a cute couple and she could tell Quinn's feelings were reciprocated.

Halfway through dinner, the dancer noticed two older women walk into the restaurant. They both were looking around the place and she frowned when they stopped on the girls' table. A few minutes later, a hostess seated them a couple tables over. One of the women pulled out a weird box thing, Brittany figured it was an iPhone since she seemed to be Facetiming with someone. Shrugging, the blonde turned back to her friends' conversation.

"So, Berry, you never did explain why you changed your look," Santana asked. Brittany squeezed her knee.

Rachel blushed. "I just thought it was time for a change. It's senior year and I've been wearing the same clothes for the past three years. Of course, my ex-boyfriend didn't notice."

"Ex-boyfriend?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, yea, I broke up with Finn right last week," Rachel answered, shaking her head. "I should have never gotten back together with him."

"And those weird shoes?" Santana asked, ignoring everything about Finn.

"I found these in a thrift shop in Toledo." Brittany frowned. The two women seemed to perk up at the mention of Rachel's shoes. "Something wrong Britt?"

Santana turned to her. "B? What's wrong?"

The blonde turned to the two women as they stood up. "Those women are looking at us weird."

"Good evening, I'm Agent Myka Bering from the Secret Service, and this is my partner Agent Wells," the brunette woman said, showing a badge. The four girls just stared back at her. "We couldn't help but overhear one of you say you bought some shoes in Toledo?"

"Um, yea," Rachel said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Why is the Secret Service concerned about a ratty old pair of chucks? There's nothing special about them."

"Are they embroidered with a line from a movie?" the other woman asked. Brittany smiled at her accent and Santana frowned until the blonde squeezed her knee again. Yea, she had a soft spot for British accents, but she loved the Latina.

"Yes, a line from Finding Nemo."

Quinn glared at the two women. "What is this about anyway?"

"Has anything weird happened since you've been wearing the shoes?" Myka asked.

"No."

"Other than Quinn, your arch enemy since seventh grade, asking you out to dinner and a movie and then me and Brittany coming along," Santana scoffed.

Myka and Helena looked at each other. "We think the shoes may have something to do with that," Helena answered. "They use to belong to Ellen DeGeneres."

The four girls looked at the women blankly.

"We're sorry to say this, but we need those shoes," Myka said.

"Are you saying Rachel's shoes turned her and Quinn gay?" Brittany asked.

"Well, yes," Myka answered. "Kind of."

"It's a long story," Helena added.

"I have an extra pair of shoes in Santana's car Rachel," Brittany said, standing up. "Let's go get them, then you and Quinn can continue your date."

"Wait a minute Brittany, I bought these shoes. I like them and I don't care if they've turned me gay," Rachel said, looking at the two agents. "I'm not just going to give them up."

Brittany frowned at Santana, hoping the Latina would help her. "As much as I hate to admit it, B, Berry's right," she said. "Why the hell should we believe them?"

"How many pairs of shoes, even chucks, have you seen with lines from movies actually embroidered in them?" Myka asked.

"I'll give you that these shoes use to belong to Ellen," Santana said, standing up. "But turning the wearer and someone else gay? What the fuck? I mean, I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent and even the crazy people there wouldn't come up with a crackpot idea like that."

"Santana, sit down," Rachel said, earning a glare from the girl. "Look, even if I do believe you, why would I give them up? I mean, I have no clue what would happen once they are no longer in my possession."

"We're gathering quite an audience, why don't we step outside and discuss this?" Myka asked.

Rachel nodded and stood up. Brittany saw her squeeze Quinn's hand before heading toward the door. The blonde dug Santana's keys out of her purse and followed the diva, Myka and Helena not far behind. "I hope giving up the shoes doesn't change anything between you two," Brittany said once they made it outside. "You guys make a cute couple."

Rachel blushed, but a small smile formed on her lips.

"Rachel, wait!" Quinn yelled, running to her. "I have to do this now."

"Quinn, what-" Rachel started but was cut off when Quinn pulled her close and kissed her. Brittany squealed and clapped her hands. "Um, that was nice."

"I had to do that," Quinn said. "The shoes had nothing to do with my feelings for you Rachel. They've been there a long time. I just hope you still feel the same after tonight."

"The shoes don't actually make people gay," Myka interrupted. "We think they just bring the feelings more to the forefront."

"Okay, I'll give them to you," Rachel conceded. "This is so bizarre." Brittany unlocked Santana's car and Rachel sat down in the passenger seat as the blonde started digging in the trunk for another pair of shoes. The brunette pulled the chucks off and handed them to Myka. She then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Quinn again. "Definitely don't feel any different."

Helena opened a weird, silver looking bag and dropped the shoes into it. There was a big purple flash and she zipped it close. "Grabbed and bagged. We'll tag it when we get back."

Brittany tapped Rachel on the shoulder and handed her another paid of shoes, then walked up to the agents. "One of you guys should wear the shoes back to wherever you're going back to, maybe then you'll be able to say your feelings." The blonde shrugged, locked the car back up and dragged her friends back into the restaurant to finish their dinner.