Your mom calls you at nine a.m. to tell you that she's boarding a plane to New York. You can't believe that you've slept that late and when you get out of bed you remember why. Your joints ache and your head is pounding. You mumble dirty words under your breath as you shuffle to your bathroom and try to make yourself look presentable or at least not hungover.
When you walk into the kitchen you find Rachel participating in her new hobby, yoga, in the living room. You don't know why she took it up because all she does is downward dog and then sits with her legs crossed on the yoga mat flipping through magazines. But when she does downward dog, like she's doing now, you can't help but watch her and her perfect posterior pretend like they know how to do yoga.
When she lays down on the floor in a limp mass, you roll your eyes and make your way to that wonderful coffee smell in the kitchen. After getting your coffee, you walk back into the living room and stand next to her as she continues to lay on her yoga mat with her eyes closes.
You wait a few seconds before nudging her calf with your foot. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles at you. "Good morning."
You just sort of groan in a response.
"I thought I heard your phone ring," she extends her arms over her head and stretches.
"Yeah my mom just got on a plane," you explain and sit on the arm of the couch just watching her, "She'll be here in at eleven."
"Oh," Rachel rolls onto her back and rests her hands on her stomach, "My dads just got on a flight as well. I bet they got on the same one."
You let out a sigh. Of course they did. Hopefully their seats are very far apart from each other. The last thing you need is to have to explain to your mother that you've been in love with Rachel since you can remember and no New York didn't make you this way and no there's not really a this way and no you're not with Rachel, of course you told her, no she didn't freak out, yes she is still your best friend, and yeah if you ask nicely she might sing something.
"Don't worry," she says and stands up, "I've already sworn them to secrecy." She gives you a once over and adds, "Maybe you should take a shower. My fathers are very excited to meet you and although I have assured them that you are a great person, of sound mind, they will probably give you the third, fourth and fifth degree because of your feelings towards me. I wouldn't want your hungover appearance to be used as ammunition against you. I can only reign in my fathers so much and when Steve Berry senses that there's something amiss, he won't stop until he finds out what it is."
"Fantastic," you sigh and take another sip of your coffee. You start to make your way back to your bedroom.
"Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" she asks lightly, "We have some oatmeal."
You cringe at the thought of having to eat some lumpy oatmeal with your already volatile stomach nearly makes you run to the bathroom, but you swallow it and answer, "Just some toast please. I don't think I can handle much else."
She grins at you and bounces to the kitchen, "Okay."
After your shower and light breakfast, you both get into your car and start to make your way to the airport. Traffic is light so it doesn't take long. You start to get really nervous. As you're sitting by the baggage claim waiting for their flight to get in, Rachel grins giddily and keeps looking at you. She makes you take off your sunglasses because she says you look shady. You moan that the bright lights hurt your eyes and she tells you to stop being such a baby.
But all your banter is halted when it is announced that your parents' flight had landed and is now unloading. Your hands immediately start shaking. You're not nervous about your mom. You're terrified of Rachel's dads.
"Hey," Rachel takes your hand and gives it a gently squeeze, "They're not horrible monsters. They're just a little overprotective. They'll love you and the rest of the weekend will be a breeze."
You numbly nod. Her hand in yours makes you feel a little better. That is until it disappears and she runs into the arms of her fathers. You clench your fist around your keys, the teeth digging into your hand. You fight the urge to run away.
"Quinnie," your mom's voice says right next to you. You didn't notice her walk up because your eyes locked with the larger of Rachel's fathers and you couldn't move out of his gaze as he sized you up.
Your mom's voice broke the spell and you turn to her accepting a warm hug. It's safe in her arms for a few minutes before Rachel appears next to both of you with her dads behind her.
"Quinn," Rachel places her hand supportively on your back and talks slowly, "These are my dads, Steve and Eliot." She looks at them, "Dad, Daddy this is Quinn, my best friend."
Steve extends his hand with a less friendly smile than his husband's. He frightens you a little as you tepidly take his hand. Rachel smacks him on the arm and his gaze turns to nothing but pure affection for his daughter, "I'm sorry." He then turns to you, "It's so nice to finally meet you."
You just nod and then shake Eliot's hand. He's a lot smaller and a lot less intimidating than Steve. He even goes beyond the handshake and hugs you. You can't help, but smile into it. He's nice and soft and smells like your grandpa.
When he pulls away, you find Rachel and your mom chattering away. It seems your mother has taken it upon herself to introduce herself to Rachel.
You're sort of horrified to find that you will be driving the car with Steve in the front seat with you. Rachel is sandwiched between your mom and Eliot who have all taken to talking together like they're all long lost family. When you check your rearview mirror, you catch Rachel's eyes. She smiles and gives you a wink. You feel a little better until you look over at Steve who is still eyeing you suspiciously.
You keep both hands on the wheel and both eyes forward all the way back to the apartment. You don't think you've ever really been this nervous in your life.
Once inside, you take your mom and her stuff into your room. You're hoping to get a little breathing time, but your mom wants to get back out there and socialize. She's suddenly become best friend with Eliot and Rachel.
You tell her that you'll be there in a minute. She smiles and kisses your head before exiting your room. Not long after she leaves, Rachel comes into your room and sits on your bed next to you. She leans onto you and places an arm around your shoulder. Your head easily slides onto her shoulder and you close your eyes.
"I'm sorry for Daddy. He's a little intense sometimes," she tells you. You can feel her fingers dancing on your shoulder and the soft rhythm makes you feel at ease. "I have told him that you are quite possibly the best thing that's ever happened to me and that he needs to be nicer to you."
You smile a little at Rachel's description of you. You take a deep breath, "Where's David? I shouldn't have to endure this on my own."
"I told him that my dads were in town and he conveniently had a trip to Miami planned," she kisses the top of your head and slides to the floor, "But you're not alone. I'll be right there with you."
You're so nervous to follow her back into the living room that it almost doesn't register that she kissed you. It was a sweet, friendly kiss, but it was a kiss nonetheless. It also gives you a renewed sense of courage. Surely you could handle a weekend with the Berry men and your mother.
It became a lot easier to handle everyone when Rachel suggested that she take all of you to her show and then to dinner afterwards. Your mom is beside herself and her dads are happy. She catches your eyes and gives you a wink before leading the way out the door.
The show was phenomenal as usual and dinner was uneventful. Rachel, Eliot, and your mom manage to keep the conversation going nonstop, leaving you to nervously eye Steve who has stopped glaring at you and has even offered a smile or two.
You all head home and shoo your parents to bed. They more than readily agree because it's almost ten and they all got up early. You brush your teeth in the kitchen and then return to the living room to find that Rachel's already pulled out the bed and had put the sheets on. You're a little nervous that you only see one blanket on the couch, but Rachel fiddling with the remote distracts you. She's got a very concentrated look of frustration on her face as she stands in front of the TV trying to get it to work.
You walk up behind her and place your hand on top of the remote, she quickly gives you control of it. "I just learned how to use the one in my room. This one is impossible."
"What are you trying to do?" you ask.
"Turn it to the DVD player," she states and sinks onto the bed.
When you turn it to the DVD player with a simple click, you can't stop your eyes from rolling. "Funny Girl?"
"I was serious," she grins from the bed, "I want to watch this with you." She shimmies under the blanket and turns off the lamp next to the couch. "So press play and get into bed."
"Are you going to be mad if I fall asleep?" you ask, falling onto the bed.
She makes sure to give you a pointed look before turning off the lamp next to her, the last light that was in the room.
After a few minutes of sitting in darkness as some vaguely familiar music plays, you have to ask, "Where's the picture? I think it's broken." You start to get up to check the cables on the back of the TV.
She holds you down by your arm, "No it's not."
"So there's no picture?" you ask.
She's using her 'I'm almost pissed' voice, "There will be."
And you can't help, but antagonize her, "When cause it's been like ten minutes?"
"It's been two. Be quiet." She huffs and shifts on her side of the bed.
You smirk and add, "So how much longer because I'm about to-"
"Quinn Fabray! Shut up!" she hisses in a stage whisper.
You can't stop a giggle from erupting from your lips. She looks at you and just shakes her head before dropping her head back down on the pillow.
And your commentary continues throughout the entire movie, "Those roller skates are hideous."
"Quinn!"
"Is it frozen?"
"Quinn shut up!"
Then the wedding song comes up and she snuggles into your side. "That's what my wedding is going to look like. Exactly."
You think that there are an awful lot of women in that wedding for her to be marrying a man. You chuckle at your own wishful thinking.
When another scene comes up she whispers to you like you're in a movie theatre and not laying together on a fold out couch, watching her favorite movie of all time, "Now that Quinn Fabray is a date. Small table for two in a secluded area. Roses, music. Candlelight."
"He's wearing a pinkie ring."
"They're perfectly acceptable."
"If you're a pimp."
She smacks you, but you both chuckle. Somehow your arms end up around her as Barbra sings "Don't Rain On My Parade." You can't help, but dip your head down and whisper in her ear, "I like this song better when you sing it."
A tightening of her arms around your waist tells you that she heard you and appreciates the comment. You close your eyes and absorb her feel and her smell and how just touching her skin sets your whole body on fire.
When you open your eyes the word Intermission is sitting on the black screen. You can't help, but joke, "Intermission? Does that mean I can go pee now?"
She takes the remote from your hand and pauses it. She pushes herself up into a seated position and looks at you in the glow of the TV. She's got her serious face on and you're a little scared that you actually pissed her off.
"I'm sorry Rach. I won't do it again," you babble, scrambling to sit up with her.
A smile breaks out on her face and she lays back down, "Wow that was easy. I have to remember that face."
You roll your eyes at yourself and lay back down. You really are exhausted and the movie is really long and…just like that you fall asleep during the second act.
You're awakened by a banging in the kitchen. You roll over in the bed and find that you're alone. When you realize that Rachel's probably trying to cook you groan. You even mumble into the pillow, "I will not eat lumpy oatmeal."
"What was that?" a deep voice asks next to you.
Your eyes shoot open and when you see Steve standing next the couch with a coffee mug in his hand your eyes grow wide. You take a few deep breaths and he lets out a chuckle. "Good morning Quinn."
"'Morning," you mumble. You carefully get off of the couch and fold it back up, replacing the cushions so he has somewhere to sit. Then you politely excuse yourself to die in your bathroom.
Rachel takes her dads out to breakfast leaving you with your mom, but as you're walking out the door to take your mom to get some food and see the city, you get a text. "I just got a tip on a new listing by Central Park. Do you mind if we swing by to look at it before we go shopping?"
"Of course not," your mom smile, "I may even take some pictures of you at work."
"Mom," you whine, "I'm twenty-three. You can't do that to me."
She chuckles, "Fine." She follows you to the elevator and you both wait for it to pick you up, "What did you do for your birthday anyway?"
You shrug. You didn't want to make a big deal of your birthday this year. Especially with all the drama going on around you so you didn't tell anyone it was your birthday. Santana called to wish you a happy birthday because her phone told her it was your birthday, but you told her it really wasn't. You're lucky that she'd been up studying all night because she believed you. You couldn't tell your mom or your sister it wasn't so you just kept the calls short telling them you had a lot to do. Your birthday passed with a quiet evening alone in the living room, relaxing. You'd only lived in New York for a few days so it wasn't that big of a deal. Besides the fact that you'd gotten a job the day before was present enough. When Rachel got home that night, you sat on the couch talking until you were too exhausted to talk anymore. You tell your mom you just stayed home and hung out with Rachel.
When you walk into the loft that just went on the market you can't stop a gasp. When you picture your dream apartment, this is it. Dark hardwood floors, lofted bedroom overlooking the living room with a spiral staircase to get up there. Bookshelves and windows from floor to ceiling. All overlooking Central Park.
"This is beautiful," you tell the owner who let you in.
He smiles a perfect, porcelain smile at you and nods, "But we're having a baby soon and it's not exactly child friendly."
You nod, "I can see a place like this going fast." You and your mom continue to look around and the more you see, the more you love. "Especially in this condition."
"That's good because I need it moved fast," he explains, "We just bought a house in Richmond."
You take in the space. You can already think of what you're going to put in the listing. This is an easy, very lucrative sell. You're going to make a killing and since you don't pay rent or much of the food or utilities since it's automatically withdrawn from Rachel's account, it's mostly play money. You're going to sell this and you're going to do something really, really nice for Rachel.
You relax with your mom the rest of the day and have the papers sent over to the loft owner committing the apartment sale to you. You feel better that you have a huge listing that's exclusively yours. It makes it easier to enjoy the rest your day with your mom.
When you return to your apartment, lugging around your purchases, you find that Steve, Eliot, and Rachel standing around the kitchen discussing what they're going to do for the rest of the day. Your mom takes all the bags to your room and you pit stop by the refrigerator to get some water before starting to go after her.
"Quinn, may I have a word?" Steve asks, leaning on the kitchen counter as you walk past him, head ducked.
"Oh boy," escapes your mouth and you rub your forehead. You blush because you know he heard and is not laughing. You quickly nod and follow him into the living room.
Once you're both seated, he takes a deep breath, "I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday."
"It's okay," you wave him off, hoping that that is all.
He shakes his head, "She's our little girl. She's the light in our lives and when she told us you were moving in with her and had confessed that…" he glances over his shoulder to make sure no one else is listening, "You're in love with her it threw us. We like to think we're a couple of open minded guys," he pauses and you both chuckle, "But anytime anyone says that to her, we take it with the utmost seriousness because those words can be terribly destructive if not seen as so. Rachel gets, as you know…excited. Really, really excited." You smile because she does. She gets overly excited about the mail coming or that you put two vegan cookies in container for her to take with her to eat on the way to her show.
He smiles at your smile and it makes you less nervous. That is until his face gets serious again, "We were a little skeptical about this. You suddenly move in with her and then you're in love with her." He shrugs, "It seems a little sketchy."
You nod. That's understandable.
"But when she tells us how you cook for her and take care of her and make sure she make it everywhere on time," he smirks and lowers his voice, "About that getting her places on time, I'm going to need the trick you use because I cannot get Eliot anywhere on time." You both laugh before he goes on, "Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Eliot and I both sleep easier at night knowing that you're here for her and I personally wanted to thank you."
You're not quite sure what to say. You start to speak a few times before closing your mouth. Finally you settle with, "It's not a problem."
He pulls you into a one armed hug, "You don't have to be nervous Quinn. Now this David character…I'd like a word with him."
You laugh. You don't add that you'd like a word with him too.
A few hours later, after talking in the kitchen with everyone, Rachel leads a parade into the piano room. You stay in the kitchen to make dinner, but tell her that she needs to play loud enough for you to hear.
Once you have a few minutes alone just sitting at the table, you get to cooking. You need feel the need to impress Rachel's dads with your culinary skills now that they trust you with her wellbeing. You smile as soon as the song she sings makes it to the kitchen. The weekend is halfway over and it seems like smooth sailing from here on out.
Once you all sit down to a delicious vegan dinner that your mom is skeptical about at first, the conversation flows easily.
"How about after this we all go for a walk?" Rachel offers between bites.
"Actually I'm going to take Quinn out to make up that I wasn't here for her birthday," you mom smiles at you. Your eyes sink to the table and you purposefully avoid looking at Rachel.
"Wait when was her birthday?" you can feel Rachel's eyes on you and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks.
"About a week after she moved here," your mom sets her fork down and looks at you, "You said you spent your birthday relaxing with Rachel."
"I did," you shrug. It's not a lie. You did spend your birthday with Rachel.
"Quinn Fabray!" Rachel's voice is stern and it practically forces you to look at her. Her eyes soften when she catches yours, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not a big deal," you sigh, "It's just a birthday."
"It is a big deal," Rachel frowns, "So clear out your Friday night oh wait, not this Friday." She furrows her eyebrows, "When is that benefit I'm singing at?"
"Friday." You state.
She thinks for a moment, "Regardless we're having your birthday Friday. The benefit doesn't start until late. So clear out Friday."
"Rachel I-"
She cuts you off with a look. A look that says you're in trouble and you're not going to get out of trouble until you appear at whatever she's planning for Friday. You roll your eyes. She mutters that she saw that with a slight smile and you chuckle as well as Eliot, Steve, and your mother.
After you go out for wine and dessert with your mom, you arrive home to find the apartment already shut down for the night. The lights are off and Rachel is sitting on the folded out couch in a short simple nighty. You let out a loose smile because you and your mom managed to put away a whole bottle of red wine.
You kisses your forehead and goes into your room. You fall onto the bed next to Rachel without removing any of your clothes. You mumble into the pillow, "Where are your dads?"
"They're in bed," she answers looking over her shoulder at you, "Are you drunk?"
"Maybe a little," you giggle into your pillow. Okay maybe a lot. Your mom started asking about your personal life and your wine started to disappear before your mom finally got the hint. You started asking about her personal life and the wine disappeared twice as fast.
She let's out a long sigh and turns off the TV, "I wanted to talk to you."
You finally decide that being lazy and not taking your clothes off is not worth the gross feeling you'll have waking up in clothes that touched inside of a cab. She push yourself off of the bed and stand still for a minute, regaining your balance before kicking off your jeans and shedding your jacket. You somehow manage to remove your bra without taking your shirt off and toss it over your shoulder.
You fall back into the bed and shimmy under the blanket, "Okay, let's talk."
Rachel lays down beside you. She's quiet for a moment, "Are you lucid enough for a serious talk?"
You really don't want to have a serious talk right now. You want to go to sleep. Go to sleep with your arms wrapped around her. But you figure that the cuddling tonight is a bad idea because you're in a shirt and panties and nothing else.
"I was talking to my dads while you were gone," she starts without waiting for your answer. "We talked about you a lot. They told me how hard it must be for you to be my roommate and my best friend with your current feelings. And it got me to thinking…Are you sure-Do you really love me or is it some strange form of idolization? Or gratitude?"
"Gratitude for what?" You appreciate that you're semi-drunk, but you're coherent enough to know that this talk is not going to be a fun one.
She looks embarrassed and shakes her head, "Never mind."
You smile into your pillow, "Gratitude for letting me live with you and sell your apartment and feeding me and keeping me grounded?"
"Mhmm," she murmurs, "I didn't want to sound like I was lording it over you or anything. Because I like helping you Quinn and when I help people it doesn't come with a price."
You shake your head, "Nope. Although I am grateful. It started a long, long time ago, but I think it's worse now because I can see how amazing you really are up close." You find it difficult that your closest confidant is the object of your unrequited love, but it's become easier now that she knows and that you're a little drunk.
She snakes her arms around your waist and squeezes you, "Thank you Quinn."
You roll over and she snuggles behind you, almost spooning you. Her arm stays around your waist as you settle into your pillow and close your eyes, ready to slip into a deep, deep sleep. "Is this too much?" she whispers, her warm breath hitting your shoulder.
"Nuh uh," you murmur. The wine and your lack of good sleep keep you in a daze in which you're not afraid to walk on a dangerous line. You always feel extreme ease or tenseness in her arms. Luckily, right now it's ease, which makes it easy to deflate into the bed and start drifting into sleep.
"Quinn?"
"Hmm?" you're half asleep already and her voice barely registers.
"Can I ask you something kinda personal? You don't have to answer." She sounds hesitant and you know you probably should be too.
"Okay." You take a deep breath and snuggle deeper into your pillow.
"Have you ever had...sexual thought about me?"
Suddenly you're not so tired anymore. Your whole body goes rigid. You remember your promise to always tell her the truth and who really doesn't have sexual thoughts about who they're in love with. You think fast and come up with an answer that hopefully won't make it too awkward for you two, "I you want me to be able to look you in the eyes again sometime in the next year, you won't make me answer."
She giggles and buries her face in your back, "I'm sorry. I'm just curious. I won't ask you the next question."
"You might as well, I'll be walking around with my eyes on the floor for the next three months anyway." It's sort of a joke, but not really. Tomorrow morning, when you're sober and there's light, you most likely will have trouble looking at her.
She pauses, "I'm pretty sure it's a terrible idea now that I think about it. I just find it strange that someone finds me appealing...sexually so, for so long."
"Well you're pretty damn awesome and you always have been." It slips out of your mouth almost on accident, but you want her to know that she's appealing even if it's only you.
She holds you tighter in your arms and rests her chin on your shoulder, "Thank you Quinn. It really does mean more than you know."
You decide to leave it at that and pretend like you're asleep before this conversation gets anymore awkward for you. She settles behind you, not letting go.
In the morning, you wake up to find that Rachel is gone. You start the coffee on the way to get the Sunday paper from the hallway. That's where you find her. She's on the phone pacing up and down the hallway. When you pick up the paper, she spots you and shoots a quick smile your way before her face becomes serious again and she focuses on the person on the phone.
You're sitting at the kitchen table doing the Sunday crossword when she walks back into the apartment and immediately asks, "How do you know when its time to end a relationship?"
"When you've been stuck in a loveless marriage for five years or when he's still sleeping with Santana while you're pregnant with his kid?" you shrug, not really thinking about it. You need a five-letter word for 'Calliope Relative'. Even if you had actually gone to a real university and had actually taken a mythology class, you probably wouldn't know this. 'Sofia' is five letters, but you're pretty sure they're not talking about Grey's Anatomy.
"I'm trying to be serious Quinn." She forcefully puts her phone on the counter.
Your head shoots up at the sound in her voice. She was annoyed that you're not really paying attention. You narrow your eyes, "Did David do something? Cause I can mess him up for you. I know for a fact that your daddy will help."
She lets out a chuckle before tracing the grain of the table lightly with her finger, "No…I just...I think we've plateaued. I don't feel that spark with him."
You narrow your eyes and tilt your head to the side, "Anymore?"
"Not really ever," she looks guiltily up at you, "I was hoping…hoping for a showmance I guess."
You smile sweetly at her, "You should probably stop doing that."
"I can't help it," she shrugs, "I'm a romantic."
You laugh and roll your eyes dramatically so she can see you.
"Oh please, you say you're not, but you're a romantic too," she states, "You're practically living a Cinderella story except Ethan is Cinderella and you're Prince Charming."
"Okay number one, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be offended in there somewhere," you try to hide your smile, "And number two, just because I'm dating does not mean I'm a romantic."
"Yeah whatever Fabray." She walks over to you and plops down in your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck.
Her close proximity makes you remember that conversation that you two had last night and you immediately look everywhere but her. She sees this and laughs as she musses your hair. "No need to be embarrassed Quinnie."
She playfully push her off of your lap so that she's standing next to you, "No one, but my mom is allowed to call me Quinnie."
"What are you going to do about it Quinnie?" Rachel sticks her tongue out.
You're about to get up and chase her around the apartment before Steve makes an appearance in the doorway. He eyes both of you with a slight smirk, "Do I need to separate you two?"
"Please," you add.
"Whatever," she turns to get down your coffee mug, "Like you could survive without me."
You and Steve laugh. You both know why that's funny. She pouts as she hands you're your coffee, "So I can't cook or clean very well…"
"Or at all," you mumble against the rim of your coffee mug.
"I'll have you know," she states as she gets down a mug for her and her daddy, "That I make awesome oatmeal and there has been no dirty clothes on the floor of my bedroom for almost a week."
Steve looks at you and rolls his eyes. You can't stop the laughter that erupts from your lips and this only makes Rachel pout more as she sits next to you at the table, "You both are being very mean."
"Okay honey, you know we love you," he smiles adoringly at his daughter, "But-"
"But what?" she demands, "I'm not all domestic and perfect like Quinn." You can see a little high school Rachel in her.
"Rachel," you say evenly, "Of all the people in the whole world, I am not perfect. Are we forgetting the repressed feelings and the whole torturing you in high school because I'd rather be mean to you than admit that I wanted to be with you?"
Her eyes are dead set on you and the vulnerability makes you swallow hard. "I um…I'm sorry Quinn. I didn't mean it. I just get…flashbacks to high school."
You nod understandingly and glance at Steve before you put her hand on Rachel's, "I understand." You want to kiss her cheek or her forehead or her lips, but the last one is a very bad idea and the first two you wouldn't dream of doing in front of her daddy.
Her eyes connect with yours and you can see that there's something she's not saying. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours like she's looking for something. You don't know what it is, but you hope whatever it is makes her happy.
Finally a small, shy smile grows on her face. She takes a deep breath and turns back to her coffee. It doesn't take long for Eliot to rise and your mom to join you. They all have to be at the airport soon so you all take turns getting ready before you all pile into your car.
As much as you love your mom, you're glad that it'll go back to being just you and Rachel. After you say goodbye, you hug both of Rachel's dads and your mom. Steve thanks you one last time before they all make their way toward security.
"Can you drop me by the theatre?" she asks quietly as you make your way back into Manhattan, "I think I need to have a discussion with David."
You nod. You hope this is the discussion that means their breaking up.
"Actually," she shakes her head, "Can we go to Brittany and Santana's first?"
You nod again. You're a little crestfallen. You were really hoping that she'd break up with him. Like immediately. But you settle for spending the rest of the day with your friends.