"What are you going to do on your days off now that Finn's better?" you hear from the kitchen as you're making your way there. You don't understand how you're always the last person awake in this house.
"Well," you hear Rachel take a breath before continuing, "I'm going to stay here with her until she's ready to leave. I'm not sure that just because he's awake will mean that she wants to leave. But if she does want to go we could go to a spa or down to Boston for a few days. Or we could just stay home."
"What happened to Vail?" Eliot asks.
You step into the kitchen behind Rachel who doesn't see you as she answers, "When Quinn told me that she was going to be here, I gave the cabin and the plane tickets to Jake and his girlfriend." She must have seen her dads' eyes land on you because she turns around and smiles at you, giving you a sweet peck on the lips, "Hey sleepyhead."
You smile at her and nervously glance at her dads. This is the first affection you two have shared in front of them and you're still scared that Steve will tackle you the second you try to hold Rachel's hand. When Eliot smiles at you and Steve turns back to his newspaper, you let out a tiny sigh a relief.
"Do you wanna go to the hospital?" Rachel asks, pulling her oversized sweatshirt tighter to her. When you think about it, it's really cold in here.
You rub your arms and nod, "Yeah, after a shower and I get some warmer clothes." You glance out the window, "Did a cold front come through or something?"
"This morning about six," Eliot says sitting his coffee, "The heater hasn't had time to kick in yet. Rachel's wearing my old sweatshirt. I'm sure I have another one you can wear."
You shake your head with a grateful smile, "Thank you, but I'm just going to shower to warm up and then find something to wear."
"How about some breakfast?" he asks, "I can have something made by the time you're ready to leave."
"Oh," Rachel grins, "I can make oatmeal."
You feel both of the male sets of eyes on you. You remember them telling you to set Rachel straight with the oatmeal, but she just gets so excited. You've been dealing with stomachaches until the afternoon because you don't want to upset her. But now it seems you have to tell her.
You lick your lips and say, "Rach, I have something to tell you that you may not like to hear. C'mon and we'll talk while you pick out something for me to wear."
After you tell her, she's sitting on her bed looking at you. She doesn't look too disappointed. She just looks shocked.
"So you've been eating terrible oatmeal just to make me happy?" she asks, her legs crossed as she sits in the middle of the bed. "You became physically ill because I got excited?"
You nod and peel off your tank top that you wore to bed. "I know it sounds kinda crazy, but…you got really excited."
"Quinn, you don't have to do things like that to make me happy," she tilts her head and watches you shimmy out of your pants.
"I know," you look around for a robe or something because your bra and panties keep absolutely nothing on your body warm. However your eyes land on the stack of scripts on the nightstand. You quickly look away hoping that Rachel won't remind you that you promised her a decision this morning because you don't have one. "I just…" you look back at her, "Sometimes you get all upset that I cook a lot and you don't. Oatmeal was your thing."
"Well," she bites her lip thoughtfully and all thoughts of a shower are about to be abandoned to jump her on the bed because she looks so adorable. However she starts speaking again, "I am going to go downstairs right now and have my dad teach me how to make the best oatmeal you have ever had in your entire life Ms. Fabray."
You quirk an eyebrow and your reply is squashed by her lips. She runs her hands up and down your stomach and sides as she kisses you deeply. "You're freezing."
You just moan in a reply. You can't really think when her hands are setting your freezing body on fire. As her hand moves down to the small of your back and down over your ass, you gasp into her mouth and she pulls away with a giggle. She gives you a wink. "If my dads weren't here…" she trails off ominously. With that, she gives your ass a firm squeeze before walking out of her room.
You let out a small growl of frustration before stalking to the bathroom for your (probably cold) shower.
When you're finished and dressed in some of Rachel's less tragically unfashionable high school clothes, you find her with her dad in the kitchen. Steve already left for work so you're left with Rachel and Eliot. They do make you the best oatmeal you've ever eaten and that coupled with some coffee puts you in a great mood.
Eliot leaves the same time you and Rachel do to go to work, so he kisses you both on the head and tells you to have a great day. You take over driving today which gives you a chance to think for a while as Rachel hums along to the song on the radio.
When the song is over you pull to a stop at a stop sign and look at her. You find her smiling back at you. "You've been awesome through all of this. You've been supportive and only marginally jealous. Most people wouldn't like for their girlfriend to be at her ex-husband's beside."
"He's a good guy and I used to date him too. As far as the jealousy thing, if I'm perfectly honest Brittany and Ethan had to talk me down a few times. I almost had my... understudy take my place last night," she makes a face when she says 'understudy' which makes you chuckle. She flashes a grin before continuing; "Brittany took my phone and held it above her head so that I couldn't call you and demand that you come home immediately. You know I have jealousy issues as an only child and I swear I'm working on it. That's what makes me nervous about this whole coming out thing. I'm not worried about coming out. I'm worried about what the tabloid and gossip blogs are going to say. I don't want to see something and react in a highly irrational, which is normal for me, or malicious way toward you that I'd definitely regret."
You smile at her and nod. You know that you'll have a minor heart attack, but you're sure you'll do fine afterwards. A couple hours afterwards. "How about this? I give you permission to ask me about anything that's written, no matter how ridiculous and all tell you that I love you and only you and we'll have a glass of wine and laugh about it."
She sits quietly in her chair and seems to think about it for a minute before nodding, "Same with me. Plus, you get to call me out when I get jealous because I know I do and I can see myself acting on it, but sometimes it comes out before I can stop it."
You nod when a car behind you honks. You realize that you're still sitting there so you take off again. "Agreed."
"I love you Quinn," she says while you drive and a smile immediately spreads across your face.
You glance at her, "I love you too." You love it when she says that. You don't fool yourself into think that she's already in love with you yet. You like that think that she's on the way down though.
You know there's a difference between loving someone and being in love. You love your friends and your family. Rachel loves you. You love her as well but you're also in love with her. Loving your friends and family means that you take care of them. Being in love means that you'll do something completely insane like committing the rest of your existence to being with one person and one person only. Being in love is unbridled passion and an inability to keep yours from them. You know that Rachel loves you. You know that her love is deep but you don't think she's in love with you. Not yet or if she is she hasn't realized it yet. But you can feel it. She's close and when she gets to that point where she trusts you completely, it will be explosive.
When you get to the hospital everyone seems happy to see you both. Finn is smiling. Burt is smiling. Kurt and Blaine are beaming. Carol is even smiling. The whole hospital room looks less depressing and a lot livelier.
Rachel hands Finn the flowers she picked up in the gift shop downstairs and tells him that she's glad he's better.
You all play cards together until a nurse comes in to tell Finn that the doctor is on the way to see if he can be discharged. Everyone is crossing theirs fingers as they leave the room for the examination. While you're talking to Kurt and Blaine about what they're looking for in an apartment in New York you feel a tap on your shoulder.
You turn to find Dr. Lopez smiling at you. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I have to get down to the ER. I'm also sorry to ask a favor of you like this, but as a father I'm getting worried. Santana's mother and I as well as the Pierces haven't been able to get a hold of our girls. I know it may be premature to panic, but it's still New York City and we're still their parents and they're still them which means that sometimes they do things without thinking it through. Regardless, if you hear from either one of them would you please let me or Isabelle or the Pierces know?"
"Of course," you nod, remembering for the first time that you haven't spoken to Brittany or Santana since you got to Lima. "I'm sure they just jumped into a fountain or something with their clothes on and their phones in their pockets."
He smiles at that and nods, "I'm sure you're right, but when you're Santana's parents…" he breaks off laughing.
"I can only imagine," you give him a hug before he runs off to the ER.
When you turn back to the group, you ask Rachel when the last time she talked to them was. She tells you that she talked to Brittany early yesterday, but she got a call and ran off. You're sure they're fine and having some wild marathon sexcapade where they can't hear their phones.
Finn is discharged a few hours later and you and Rachel are at your former house, making him comfortable. Carol keeps asking if he's sure that he doesn't want to stay with her and Burt while he's recovering. Kurt is looking around the house to keep Finn occupied while he's on bed rest. Rachel is just standing next to Blaine, both looking overwhelmed by the flurry of movement around the house. You've started making Finn food for a week so that he has something to eat and Burt is walking around the house with a hammer and screwdriver, fixing everything that he decides needs to be fixed.
It feels weird standing in the kitchen again. You look out the window as you rinse off a spoon that you used to stir the spaghetti sauce in the sink. This is the same window that you used to stare out and grow more bitter as they days went by. You'd look at your car and your yard and your neighbors and hate all of it. Luckily, the one eighty your life has taken helps you remember that you've got everything you've ever wanted. You have friends. You live somewhere you love and with someone you're completely head over heels for and you have career options.
Oh crap, speaking of career options…you have yet to make a choice. You had a dream last night about of the careers Rachel offered to you and it seems viable. You just need to make hard decision that this is the right choice. Then the real work begins.
You think it over as you keep cooking and almost an hour goes by without you noticing. When you're all done with everything, you put it all in the plastic containers that haven't moved since you did and place them in the refrigerator.
Then you walk into Finn's bedroom to find something you definitely weren't expecting. Rachel is sitting next to Finn on the bed and their both laughing. He says something that you don't catch and she laughs hard. When she puts her hand on his arm, you feel the green-eyed monster starting its climb up your spine. But a few breaths later, you calm down. Ex-husband and current girlfriend sitting on a bed laughing is not something to get worked up about. Especially so soon after your talk with Rachel in the car.
Rachel finally sees you standing in the doorway and after looking you over for a second retracts her hand from Finn. She smiles at you, amused and flattered and you just blush at being read so easily.
You clear your throat and turn to Finn, "Everything is made and in the refrigerator. Just warm it up and it'll be ready."
"You really didn't have to do that," he says.
You nod, "I know, but if we would have let Rachel do it, you'd be eating oatmeal for the next few weeks."
"Hey," she points at you and then turns to defend herself to Finn, "The best oatmeal you've ever had in your life."
He laughs and Rachel beckons you over to the bed. You pause before sitting on it, knowing that the last time you did, you were married to Finn.
After talking for about an hour, Finn falls asleep and you and Rachel join the Hummels and Blaine in the living room.
"I think we've done all we can do here," Kurt looks around, "I think we're going to book a flight home to pack."
"Pack for what?" Burt asks.
"We're moving to New York," he grins and shoots a look your way. You give him a hug and assure him that as soon as you get back you'll have some listing for him to look through.
"What do you want to do?" Rachel asks you as you walk Blaine and Kurt out.
You've already said your goodbyes to Finn and he kept telling you that he was fine and to go home. So you tell Rachel just that. Vail may be out of the question, but you can still have Rachel to yourself for two more days. You plan to lock the apartment door and turn off your phones.
Her smile at the idea is radiant. She makes a few calls and you both head back to her dads' house to gather the few things you brought. As you're packing your things you see her pick up the scripts, contracts and CDs. She glances over her shoulder at you and catches you watching her.
She gives you a kind understanding smile, "Don't worry. I won't ask you about it if you're not ready."
"Thanks," you smile back and walk over to her, "But I've already decided that I'm going to try my hand at."
Her eyes light up and she turns to you, "Which one?" She puts the CD on the bed next to the stack of scripts and the modeling contract. Her eyes dart between the contract, scripts and the demos. You can see that she's simply vibrating with anticipation.
You walk up behind her and rest your chin on her shoulder before pointing at the start of your new career.
"Perfect," she leans back into you with a pleased sigh, "Absolutely perfect."
After stopping by each other her dads work to tell them goodbye, you and Rachel board a private jet back to New York. Had you waited even a couple more hours, you would have had to fly commercially because the jet wasn't meant to take Rachel back to New York unless she stayed another three days.
You're sure you look like a little kid, looking around and taking everything in, but you've never been on one before. After you take off, Rachel pulls you out of your seat and into her lap. She holds you, kissing your cheek and neck. Her nose brushes against your neck as she nuzzles into you.
"You're in a good mood," you mention, closing your eyes to enjoy the simple affection.
"We didn't get to enjoy the new morning afterglow of our first time," she says huskily into your ear, "I plan on making up for that the second we get home."
Goosebumps travel drown your arms and your mouth becomes dry, all the moisture in your body centralizing in one very special place. You cannot wait to get home.
It doesn't take long for you to land, mostly because you were busy making out with Rachel the entire flight. Rachel has a car waiting so you take off for your apartment immediately. One the way you call Santana who doesn't answer. Then you call Brittany and get the same result. You're starting to see why Dr. Lopez was worried.
But when you look over at Rachel you forget all of that. She looks nervously at you with her phone pressed to her ear. "Uh huh…I understand….I'm sure…okay….you'll have to ask her….okay…." She pulls the phone away from her ear and offers it to you, "It's Kathy. She's not…happy. Someone sort of made a webpage dedicated to you and put a lot of things about you on there. Things that not a whole lot of people know. Kathy's going to want to know who did it. I'm sorry Quinn."
You just take the phone and listen to Kathy explain that you have to do an interview now to explain your past behavior before going on to name some things that you know she knew about and now apparently the whole world knows about it. Every sordid event of your past has been put in one easy to access place on the internet.
After you talk to Kathy, you call Kurt and ask him if he's seen it. He tells you he hasn't, but immediately looks it up on Blaine's phone. When he says 'uh oh' you know it's bad. "I'm calling a glee meeting," he says, "As soon as you get home, get on Skype."
So you do as you're told. Rachel has some other phone calls to make so she closes the door to her room and you sit on your bed with your laptop on the bed in front of you.
You see all the faces of your former glee-mates dotted across your screen. You're just waiting on Mercedes. They're all talking amongst themselves holding conversations just like you all never graduated and parted ways. Santana, who you're surprised to see, is sitting in a study room at Columbia, chatting with Kurt and Blaine who look like their home and Brittany, who's in her theatre. Finn you can tell is in the bedroom of his house, which is where you left him and Puck, Lauren, Mike, Artie, and Tina all look like they're in their respective homes. It's a lot easier to fit them all on your screen since Kurt and Blaine, Artie and Tina, and Puck and Lauren are sharing screens.
"Hey get your ass back here," Lauren calls to off camera and after a few minutes, Puck sits down next to her and kisses her cheek.
You lean forward and finally a button starts flashing. You click on it and Mercedes' face joins the bunch. She runs a hand through her hair, "Sorry about that guys. Hair problem. What's up?"
"Yeah you have like twenty minutes because the game starts soon," Puck says leaning forward.
You take a deep breath, "I know that all you guys know about me and Rachel and you all know us well enough to know that we are together. My publicist called me this morning and told me that someone has sent out my complete, embarrassing bio. I know you guys will be honest with me and I'm sure none of you did it, but have you talked to anyone or told them like…my life story."
You just get a bunch of shaking heads.
"What's the big deal?" Santana asks as she eats a potato chip, "I mean doesn't it just says Quinn Fabray born in shithole Lima, June 31st 1906? Bullshit like that."
"We read it," Kurt adds, "It's not just that. It's babygate, parents' split, her whole bully façade sophomore and junior year as well as a few pictures of glee club practice. It had to have been someone who knew her well."
You sigh. Someone who knew you well spreading rumors about you isn't going to make you seem less of a monster. You don't like who you were in high school and if you could you'd take it back in a heartbeat.
"I have some pictures of glee on my Facebook," Tina adds with a shrug, "Maybe it wasn't one person. Maybe it was a bunch of people with little stories that someone put together."
"Hold up," Santana leans forward to look into her screen better, "I just saw Sam Evans."
"Where?" you ask, looking all over the screen.
Santana is wearing a cocky smirk, "Ms. Jones, please explain to the group why Sam just walked out of the hallway behind you in nothing but a towel and his glorious abs."
"Glorious?" you ask, glancing at Brittany's space to see if she has anything to say to that. She doesn't. The background of her square is spinning around because she's apparently holding her phone so it can see her face, but she's dancing.
"Sam," Mercedes calls over her shoulder, "Santana saw you."
Sam walks over to the screen in cargo shorts and no shirt. He smiles into the camera, "Hey guys."
"Didn't you two get together and break up like three times?" Mike asks.
Sam just smiles while Mercedes tries to explain, "Well we met up at the wedding and got to talking. Sam's in town for a show that he's playing."
"Fourth time is the charm right?" he winks at the camera and walks off, returning with a chair to sit next to Mercedes.
"I've been elbow deep in a cadaver all day so could we speed this along," Santana says, "I still have to close the corpse up before I take a shower."
"Ew Santana are you in the room with the….body?" Artie wrinkles his nose.
"Oh yeah totally," Santana sarcastically retorts, "I have lunch with cadavers all the time."
"Santana be nice," Brittany orders, her background finally stationary, and Santana shuts up, but rolls her eyes.
"Okay so long story short, none of us told your story Q," Puck says, "Sorry."
"Not to like diss Rachel or anything because we're friends, but it could have been her," Finn offers, "You know how she likes to talk and sometimes she says more than she means to."
You nod. It's not like that thought never crossed your mind.
A baby starts crying and Artie disappears off screen. He returns with a little baby and shows the little girl to the camera. "Hey guys, meet Riley Alexa Abrams."
A round of awws comes from everyone, including you. Your eyes bounce around the screen at all of your friends, admiring the newest gleek generation.
"It's so cute," Brittany coos at the screen and grins, "Maybe we could-"
"Britt!" Santana says, narrowing her eyes at the screen, "We talked about this last night."
Brittany looks a little disappointed and the baby starts crying.
"Way to go Lopez," Puck says, "You made the baby cry."
"If your girlfriend wasn't there to protect you, I'd fly down there and kick your a-…butt," Santana threatens him, but you all know she's all bark and no bite unless you mess with Brittany.
"She's just hungry," Tina says, taking the baby from Artie and walking off screen.
"Oh before everyone goes," Brittany says, "The invitations haven't been sent out yet, but our wedding is in a month. If you guys could come that'd be awesome."
Everyone promised to make it and everyone said goodbye agreeing that you all needed to video chat as a group more often.
Brittany, Santana and Finn were the last one's on the screen. "Hey Q," Brittany says, "Can me and San come over later tonight? We need to talk to you."
"Sure," you nod. You were planning on lounging around with Rachel. "Where have you two been? San, your dad is looking for you."
"We'll explain when we come over," Santana says.
"Okay bye," Brittany adds and she and Santana sign off at the same time.
You focus on Finn with a sigh, "How are you feeling?"
"Great," he says, "My mom is at the shop going over the books and I'm going to watch the game with Burt. I told him that I was thinking about moving. He told me that he'll support me no matter what I do. I don't know about Chicago."
"You know what?" you ask, "I decided that I was going to move to New York for two weeks and if I didn't like it here, I'd go somewhere else. Maybe you can do that. Try out Chicago for a few weeks. If you love it stay, if you don't, there are hundreds of other cities to live in."
"Thanks Quinn," he grins into the screen, "You're my favorite ex-wife."
You laugh heartily, "You're my favorite ex-husband too."
"Talk to you later," he states and turns off his web cam.
When you close the laptop, you see Rachel standing in the doorway of your room. She looks you over and quietly asks, "Are you okay?"
You nod and smile, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" she asks, making her way to your bed.
"Of course," you lay back on the stack of pillows behind you, "Because everyone would have found out eventually and now they know." You let out a sigh. You're not completely believing what you say, but if it keeps Rachel from worrying, it's okay.
"Oh well…okay," Rachel crawled onto the bed next to you. She lays on her side next to you and smiles hopefully at you, "Kathy's setting up your interview right now. She said it'll probably be in a week or so."
You look at her and bite the inside of your cheek, "Okay."
"This could be really great Quinn," Rachel assures you, kissing your cheek, "You could help a lot of young people who went through the same things you went through."
You close your eyes and bury your face in her neck, "I don't know if I'm ready to be a role model." It's a scary thought thinking that anyone looks up to you.
"It's okay," she strokes your head, "Let's not think about that right now. I have a better activity."
You grin, hoping that she's thinking what you're thinking.
Ten minutes later you know she wasn't thinking what you were thinking. You're both standing in your living room, scripts in hand, facing each other. She's been trying to get you in the proper place to act out a scene, but you just can't. "I can't do this. I don't act. It was a dumb idea."
"Hey. Look at me," she waits for you to look at her before going on, "You were born to do this. You need to do this. You have so many unresolved issues you're going to be winning Oscars and Tonys in no time."
"Gee thanks," you drone, dropping the script to your side.
"You know what I mean."
"This scene though," you hold it up, hopeless and defeated, "I have to be angry. I've got crying down but angry? I try so hard to not be angry all the time."
"On the stage it's okay to let it out," she takes your hand, "It's a place where you have to let it out. You're wound so tight and on stage is where you're going to unwind."
You nod, "Okay. So angry..." You scan through your memories and find that yes you do have a lot of anger. You have a lot of memories to bring it up. You clench your jaw feeling the emotion threaten to overthrow your consciousness.
A small, whispered, "wow," pulls you out of it and when you look at her you feel infinitely calmer.
"What?" you ask, wetting your dry lips.
"That was amazing," Rachel stares at you in wonder, her eyes wide. "The transformation... It was... Astounding." she let's out a warm smile, "If we could have gotten you into theatre in high school, we may have been able to save some of my favorite sweaters." that hurts you a little. You'll eternally feel bad for what you did to her then even if the whole world didn't know now.
Her grin grows wider, "Oh look that one is guilt." she kisses you and slides her arms around your waist, "Although there is no reason to feel guilty anymore. Quinn you are going to be an amazing, amazing actress."
You sit on the couch and run a hand through your hair, "Can we…take a break? It's had a long week and a really long day and I just…"
She sits down next to you and leans into your side, holding you around the waist, "I understand." She plants a sweet kiss on your neck, "We can relax now, but tomorrow it's back to work. Your audition for this play is Wednesday."
"Wednesday, as in two days from now?" you ask wide-eyed. She shoot off of the couch, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? How did you know I'd even want to try acting?" You start pacing in front of the couch.
"Quinn," she stands up and takes your arm, stopping your forward progress. When you look at her, you close your eyes because you can't be mad at her when you're looking at her. "I know it's sudden, but you'd do amazing. Let's not think about it tonight. Let's order in and watch a movie, but miss the end because we're making out okay?"
You drop your head, all your anger gone. How did you ever think you could stay angry with her? You sigh, "Alright, but I would like a complete calendar of auditions I'm supposed to go to and interviews and things like that because I'm completely lost right now. It's too much."
"I understand," she sits down on the couch and pulls you into her lap, "That is why as soon as Jake and his girlfriend get back from Vail, you now have a personal assistant."
"There's no way that Jake could possible handle you and me," you say, surprised that you're not objecting to actually having an assistant. Things get so crazy around you all the time that you definitely need the help.
"That is why his girlfriend is going to be your assistant," Rachel grins, like she just handed you the key to happiness, "I talked to Jenny on the phone she is very intelligent and organized. She just quit her job working as a waitress to pursue her journalistic dreams and she needs a flexible job so that she can write when she needs to."
"Okay," you give in. You hope that Jenny is as efficient as Jake. He's a great personal assistant to Rachel. "Why don't we-"
You stop talking when you hear a knock on the front door. There could only be a handful of people at the door because security downstairs is only allow to let a small list that you and Rachel provided them up to your floor.
You get up from the couch and answer the door. Brittany and Santana are standing there, looking guilty. Neither one says anything as you. They just offer you forced smiles. You're thrown by this and step out of the way so that they can get inside.
Rachel sees them and can tell by their demeanor that this is an important conversation so she sits on the armchair, giving them the couch. You sit on the arm of Rachel's chair and look at them. "Okay, so what's going on?" you ask the couple that's seated on your couch.
"Well you know how being engaged means we're getting married right?" Brittany bites her lip. Santana looks as innocently as possible up at you which being her isn't all that innocent looking.
You slowly nod, not sure where they're going with this.
Brittany looks down at her hand and you see something that looks strangely like a wedding band on her finger. It clicks with you and then you look over at Santana's hand where a thinner band is around her left ring finger right next to her engagement ring.
"You two got married?" you ask, "Already?"
"We were kinda…." Santana trails off ominously. You know she means there were probably sort of drunk. "And Brittany wanted to see the mountains. So we rented a little cabin in the mountains and got on a plane. Then when we got to Connecticut we were sober and we stayed in the cabin for a day before we left to go shopping and we ended up getting married."
"You ended up getting married?" you ask, not quite believing it. It's not like people just end up getting married unless there's a fetus and a shotgun involved.
They both nod guiltily. Brittany looks at Santana and they silently converse while you're left to just guess at what they're saying. Finally Brittany looks at you, "We wanted to tell you because even though we're totally not telling our parents that we're already married, we're going to have a wedding and do it their way," she smiles looking over at Santana who is sharing her smile, "We already did it our way."
"So you're going to let your moms go at it?" you ask, knowing that if they do it will be the biggest wedding you've ever been to.
They nod. Santana adds, "Which means it's going to be in Lima."
You sigh, although you're really happy for them, "How come I spend more time there now than when I lived there?"
They both giggle and Santana says, "We just need your help keeping it on the DL until the wedding is over. Like reminding us to take off our rings, you know, stuff like that. Especially supervising me with my dad. You know I tell him everything."
You smile at them with your hands on your hips, but the way they're smiling at you, you know you can't be mad at them, "This is what happens when you're unsupervised for a few days huh? I'm surprised New York hasn't been burned down before I got here."
You glance behind you at Rachel who has her that's-so-adorable smile on. She stands and pulls Brittany off of the couch and into a hug, "Congratulations you guys. We need to celebrate." She gives Santana a hug before offering, "I'm thinking karaoke bar."
"Oh I wanna go," Brittany grins, "San told me about that one you guys went to and I didn't get to go."
You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head. One little pout from Rachel and you're a puddle. It's not fair. Your dress is tight and your heels are high. You look sexy. You guess that means you're ready.
You see Brittany exit the bathroom behind you in one of your dresses that is a lot shorter on her. You turn to her and ask, "What happened to your phones? Your parents and Santana's parents have been calling you both."
"Oh," Brittany says like she forgot, "We left our phones and some of our clothes in the cabin we rented. The owner of the cabin mailed them to us, but we haven't gotten them yet. Can I use your phone?"
You nod and pick your phone up off of the dresser, "What are you going to tell them?"
"Um…" she trails off. "I don't know."
"You can tell them that you accidentally washed them or something," you offer, "I told Santana's dad that you probably both jumped into a fountain together and forgot to take your phones out of your pockets."
"Good idea," Brittany says and takes your phone into the living room with her.
You look at yourself in the mirror again trying to fix your hair just the way you want it. Rachel walks in and pressed her front to your back, holding you tight, "You are stunning."
You smile at her in the mirror and watch as she rests her chin on your shoulder. "You're stunninger."
She giggles, "I'm not sure that's a word."
"Oh well," you shrug and continue fiddling with your hair, "You know, someday we're going to go far, far away and all emergencies and dramas and scandals will have to wait until we get back."
"Oh c'mon," she pulls away and runs her fingers up your side, tickling you, "What kind of fun would that be?" She stops ticking you and turns you to look at her so she can finish your hair. "Besides, what would you do with yourself if you didn't have people depending on you to fix their problems or feed them or do their laundry?"
You chuckle at that. "I think there's only one person I feed and do laundry for."
"And she's eternally grateful," Rachel kisses you softly. When she pulls you harder against her you sigh into the kiss wanting to take this to the bed and when she breaks the kiss you whimper.
She smiles and pats your shoulder affectionately, "When we get home, no matter how drunk or problem laden Brittany and Santana are, they're not staying here." She rolls onto the balls of her feet and whispers in your ear, "It's been way too long since I've tasted you."
You let out an involuntary shudder. She takes a step back with a sneaky smile and takes your hand, literally dragging you (not quite kicking and screaming, but groaning and limply resisting) into the living room, "C'mon baby we're keeping the newlyweds waiting."