Summer Vacation
Day... umm... hey, we're lucky I know it's July
"Wow! You guys are up early!" Rachel says, watching Britt, Q and me folding up blankets, "I was entirely expecting to have to sneak through here to give Santana a kiss good bye."
"We have big plans for the day," I say while I shamelessly check Rachel out. She's wearing a tank top, leggings, and shorts that really accentuate her magnificent ass.. She looks hot, okay! I don't have to justify this! I'm checking out my own girlfriend. "Do you always go to camp looking this... hot?"
"I always go to camp wearing clothes that I can dance in, if that's what you mean? You see me every morning before I leave," she says giving me a questioning eye quirk.
"It's early, I'm usually pretty groggy when you kiss me good bye..."
"Yeah, it is early," Quinn says as if she didn't text me at 7AM yesterday.
"Okay, well, I have to get going. It really looks bad if the lead is late," she says to all of us and then gets on her tip toes to kiss me.
"See you later, babe."
"Bye, Rach," Britt says leaping towards Rachel and giving her a hug.
"Bye, Rachel. Umm... could you do me a favor?" Quinn asks looking at the floor.
"Yeah, of course, Quinn. What is it?" Rachel asks with her signature smile.
"Can you not talk to RJ about last night? I just... I'd really like to talk to her about it first."
She has no idea how much of a terrible request that was. I'm pretty sure that Rachel won't be able to not talk to RJ about last night.
"Sure," Rachel answers, but I know now it's all she can think about doing. "Okay," she starts walking out of the room, "I really have to go now! Don't get into too much trouble!"
If we do, then my plan failed... my plans don't fail. We won't be getting into any trouble today.
"So, what's your plan?" Brittany asks, tossing a blanket onto the sectional, "Does it involve ski masks? I don't think I can handle that again, San."
"Nope, no ski masks. Spongebob Jewpants is going to know exactly who jacked him. I need to change though," I say walking towards the kitchen and waving Q and B on to follow me, "B, we can stop at your house on our way to the algae eater's house and since your entire closet is my room, we don't have to go to your house, Q."
"You don't have to watch Lily today?" Quinn asks Brittany probably trying to ruin my plan somehow.
"Nope. She's at sleep away camp for the next four weeks, so I'm free," Brittany says as we walk up the stairs.
I haven't showered since yesterday morning... I'm thinking I should really do that considering the events of last night. "Umm... I need to shower. I'll be quick if you want to shower, too Q. Well, I'll be quick anyways but, whatever, you get it."
"I'm good," she says as she goes through the mess of clothes all over my room.
Brittany is standing at the door to my room gaping at the mess, "You really did bring your entire closet here."
"You know I wouldn't lie to you Britt," I say walking towards the doorway with my clothes in hand.
"You have," she says getting out of my way.
"Withholding information and lying are two completely things," I shout down the hallway and then close the bathroom door behind me.
I'll be right back.
...
Oh good. I'm glad to hear that they're both having some fun. I can hear them giggling like little girls down the hall. Quinn probably needs it. It sounds like they're in Rachel's room though. I wonder what they're doing in there?
Oh, come on!
How is it that neither Rachel or I put that away?
The first thing that I see when I get to the door is a certain purple stick of silicone. The next thing I see is who it's attached to: Brittany. Right over her clothes.
There is such a conflict of feelings happening right now. I am A) mad, B) embarrassed, and C) not mad because it's hilarious and it's Brittany.
"So, this is what made you pass out?"
Well, now all that's left is embarrassed, "Seriously, Britt?"
"Oh my God, your face is priceless, right now," Quinn laughs out.
"This is ridiculous-"
"Uh uh, you two leaving it out is ridiculous," Quinn says as she pokes at it.
What the fuck is she doing? "It's just a dildo. And it's clean. Why are you poking at it like it's a dead animal?"
"And it's not like you don't know where it's been..." Brittany barely finishes saying before she falls onto Rachel's bed laughing.
I can't deal with this anymore, "We need to get out of here. Can I have the strap-on please?"
Brittany continues laughing but loosens the straps around her hips. She finally finishes up her fit and tosses the strap-on to me.
Oh god.
The box.
The level of embarrassment just reached absolute absurdity. The box was on the dresser near the strap on.
Honestly, if they didn't look in it, there's something wrong with them. Like, they're ill and they should be taken to the hospital.
I just don't want to hear about it. Maybe I can sneak this into the box and they won't say anything.
"The park, huh? Whose idea is that one?" Brittany giggles out from the bed.
Christ.
"That's definitely Rachel's idea," Quinn answers for me.
Ummm... what? "Wait, how did you know that?"
"Aside from the fact that it's in her handwriting, she likes being on stage, why wouldn't she be the exhibitionist type?"
"Because having sex in public is a lot different than singing in front of hundreds of people," I say as I stuff the strap-on back in the box and close it back up.
This needs to go away, in the closet, in my room, where it belongs.
"Soooo, you don't want to do it...?" Brittany asks from a spot that is not the bed. If I wasn't set on getting this thing out of the room without them seeing where it goes, I'd be looking to find out where she is.
Actually, it would make sense to see where they are so the don't follow me...
Fuck.
"Give it back, Britt!"
"The raunchy ones are yours," Quinn says taking the box from Britt.
"Not all of them."
I have to get that box back!
Wait... we keep a dick in a box...
"Ummm... S... what are you...?" I think that's Quinn.
Through my horrendous fit of laughter all I can manage is "We... dick... box..."
"Uuuuhhhh- Oh my god!"
That was definitely Brittany.
We're dead. All of us.
It wasn't even that funny! Was it? I don't know, I thought of it.
Oh my god! We need to get out of here!
Shit!
"Jewfro!"
"Oh shit!"
"We need to go!" Quinn says sliding the box along the floor to me, "Put that thing away!"
"Okay! I'll meet you two downstairs. Do not watch me put this away!"
"S, we don't care where you hide your dick... in a... box... oh this will never get old," Quinn laughs her way down the hall arm in arm with Britt. Whatever, they're gone.
And the shoe box is away.
Time to commence Operation Save Q's Ass.
I know, not the best title, but that's what this is. A rescue mission.
...
"So, what is your plan exactly," Quinn whispers as if we aren't in my car.
"Well, it looks like the only person home is Barnacle Boy," I say looking from his ugly ass car to the his even uglier house, "which is perfect. Let's go."
I open the door and step out. Brittany follows suit, but Quinn is of course hesitant. I will drag her ass out of the car. Actually, I am going to drag her ass out of the car.
"Let's go!" I yell after I fling the door open and then grab her wrist to pull her up.
"Okay! Okay!"
As we're rounding the car and walking up the driveway, Brittany gives us an update, "He still hasn't posted anything."
"Perfect," I say through my most devious smirk.
Knock knock.
"You aren't allowed to punch him," Quinn decides to remind me.
"As if I'd ever resort to violence," I say with the most sarcasm I've ever used in my life.
"I'm seriou-"
Interrupted by the door!
"Please don't hurt me!" Jewfro squeals the instant he sees that it's the Unholy Trinity at his door.
This is going to be even easier than I thought, "Don't worry your fuzzy little head, Squeaks, you'll get to keep all of your fingers as long you do what we tell you."
"Can we come in?" Brittany asks in her bubbliest voice while stepping up closer to the door.
"Ummm..."
"Great," I say as I slither my way past the Chia Pet and into his heinous house.
Brittany follows because that's what she does, but Quinn hesitates at the door. Jewfro is too terrified to notice the look that I'm giving her. Aaaaand she's in.
"Okay, Richard Simmons, I'm gonna make this quick: hand over the pictures you took last night and I won't smash your computer... or your camera... or your face," clearly I'm bluffing. I'm not going to smash his face... that's actually quite painful for those of you who have never punched someone before. As much as I hate welching on promises, I also hate unnecessary pain.
"I don't have them anymore," he says through a pathetic quivering lip.
"Bull shit!" a suddenly awake Quinn grinds out, "Hand over the memory card in your camera dip shit or your senior year is going to be the worst year of your already miserable life!"
This is the Quinn that I remember being friends with.
A-fucking-mazing.
"I-I-I-"
"Spit it out Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia," I'm on a roll right now.
"I don't have it anymore!" he blurts out and then instantly flinches.
"You're lying," Quinn says lowering her head but keeping her eyes on him.
"We don't tolerate liars," I say in the most intimidating tone I can manage... without laughing. Because this is hilarious.
"I'm not lying," he says in his obnoxious nasal voice.
"You better have a great story for us then," Quinn says in her quiet angry voice.
After practically eating his lip off of his own face, Happy Trees starts, "Before I could upload the pictures, this gigantic guy came here and convinced my Mom that I was his writing tutor. Parents are so dumb sometimes-"
"We really don't care that your mother is gullible. Get to the part that matters," Quinn says taking a step forward.
"She brought him up to my room and the exact second I was about to upload the best story of the summer onto my lap top he came in acting like we've known each other forever. He picked up my camera and said something about not knowing I was into photography. Then, when my Mom left, he popped out the memory card and put it in his pocket, telling me that I should spend my summer trying to grow a different face instead of ruining other people's lives. Then he left."
Who is this dude? And when can I meet him to tell him how awesome he is?
"I'm telling you the truth," he starts again with this gross dejected look on his face, "I would have posted everything by now if that con man hadn't stolen my memory card. Honestly, no one would believe me without the pictures."
"Well then, it looks like nothing has to be broken today," I say shrugging my shoulders and looking between Quinn and Brittany.
"I guess not," Quinn says, in the same joyous yet threatening spirit.
I see something in Brittany's eyes, though. I hadn't really expected her to participate in the intimidation very much, it's really not her style, but she's thinking about something now.
Whatever, she'll tell us when we leave.
"Looks like our work here is done ladies."
"Good, I have better things to do than look at scum," Quinn says turning around and walking towards the door.
"Bye, ass face," I say following Quinn, "Come on Britt."
Just as Quinn's hand touches the door knob, we hear a sound that is rarely heard: a pissed off Brittany S. Pierce. Very quietly and frighteningly calm, "If I find out that you've come anywhere near Quinn and her friend trying to get another picture, I will make you wish you were never born." Then in her usual bubbly tone, "Have a great summer vacation Jacob!"
And we're out of the of the house.
"Holy shit!"
"I am never going to piss you off. Did you see his face after that? B, that was terrifying!"
"Don't worry, Quinn, it takes a lot to get me that angry. No one messes with my best friends," Brittany says giving me a wink over the roof of my car.
Wait a second. We have a mystery hero, "Is anyone else wondering who this 'gigantic guy' was?"
"Oh shit," the worry from the night before has returned to Quinn and I think I understand why.
"Why, 'oh shit?'" Brittany asks clearly not understanding why.
"Now someone that we don't know has the pictures," I whisper to Brittany as I put my car into drive.
"Oh. Right."
"This is worse. Oh my god, this is actually worse," Quinn says sounding the most panicked she has ever sounded.
"I really don't see how this is worse, Quinn," Brittany says turning around to look at her in the back seat, "I mean, Jewfro told us that the guy said that he should try growing a new face instead of ruining people's lives this summer. He has to be on your side."
This is so weird. Who the fuck is this guy and how did he find out about those pictures?
"It's just bugging me, okay?" Quinn says while she chews away at her thumb nail, "It just doesn't make sense. The only people that knew about this were the three of us, Rachel and RJ. Rachel was with us last night and RJ isn't a 'big dude.' It's just... how is it that a guy none of us know found out about those pictures?"
I take my eyes off of the road for just a second to look at Brittany. This really is mind boggling. Wait a second, "There has to be an explanation for this. None of us sent a giant to Chia Pet's house last night... hold up! Does RJ have a brother?"
"Uuuuummm... I don't know. We didn't really talk about our families," Quinn shrugs.
"Of course you didn't. Whatever. This has to be RJ's doing. Even if she doesn't have a brother, she goes to a different school than us, we wouldn't know many people that she knows." This makes perfect sense. Why didn't I think of this sooner?
"Well, why didn't she tell me she did something about this? I feel like this is something that you make known," Quinn huffs, crossing her arms and shaking her head.
"Maybe she is going to tell you," Brittany pipes in as I'm pulling into the Berry's driveway. Hey, the Dads are home!
Thank god! I haven't asked them about taking Rachel to the aquarium yet... I know, I know, way to procrastinate. I have no reason for waiting this long, it's not like they're going to say no. At least I'm pretty sure they won't say no...
"Ahh... the owners of the mystery vehicles that are parked outside of our house!" Leroy says as we walk into the house.
"Haven't we been here when they were here before?" I hear Brittany whisper to Quinn behind me.
"I was kidding, Brittany. I know that the Sentra is yours and the Beetle is Quinn's," Leroy says with a chuckle, "So, what have you ladies been up to today? It isn't even noon and you're all out and about."
I turn and give Quinn a quick glance just before we all start walking towards the living room. Really I'm hoping that she'll answer this question.
"We had to help Quinn get something back, but it turns out someone had already done it for her," Brittany answers plopping down on the sectional.
"Did you lose something?" Leroy asks from his usual spot on the right side of the sectional.
"It's more like she found something," I say giving Q a little smirk, "and then someone else took pictures."
"I don't think I'm following anymore," Leroy says leaning back and crossing his legs.
"Has Rachel ever told you about Jacob Ben-Israel?" I ask.
"That little shit that wanted her underwear?" Leroy jumps forward, leaning his elbows onto his knees.
"The exact one," I answer.
"I hope he needs stitches," Leroy mumbles, probably because Hiram is in the kitchen and can hear everything that we're saying.
Well at least he thinks Hiram is in the kitchen.
"Now honey, you know we don't condone violence, even if the other person thoroughly deserves a black eye," Hiram says wrapping his arms Leroy's chest from behind the sectional. He plants a kiss on his man's bald head and adds, "or a few broken fingers... hell, maybe his whole hand."
"No violence occurred," I say.
"I told her she couldn't anyways!" Quinn adds from her spot on the sectional. She's been sitting with her knees bent and half of her face hiding behind them.
"What exactly did he take pictures of, Quinn?" Leroy asks with a concerned tone to his voice.
"Well... ummm..."
"Quinn! These are Rachel's gay dads!" Brittany says with a light smack to Q's shoulder.
Leroy and Hiram exchange eye quirks and then look back to Quinn even more concerned than before.
"He... ummm... he took pictures of this date that I went on last night..." Quinn says softly.
"Oooo! A date? Is he cute? I want to know everything!" Hiram says rounding the couch and sitting down next to Leroy. He's actually teenage girl.
"Umm... actually..."
"Gay dads, Q," I say giving her glare.
She rolls her eyes, takes a breath and says, "She's really cute and she's sweet and funny and I think she sent someone to Chia Pet's house to get the pictures from him."
"So, she's kind of you're hero?" Hiram suggests with a 'that's so cute' face.
Quinn's too busy blushing and thinking about what Hiram just said for her to be able to say anything. So, I'll chime in, "We aren't exactly sure if that's so, but there really is no other option that we can think of."
"Sounds like you found a great girl, Quinn," Leroy says getting up from the sectional. He gives Hiram a little look that I'm sure he doesn't think any of us notice and Hiram gets up, too.
"Well, we'll leave you ladies to have you girl time and whatnot," Hiram says re-rounding the couch and following Leroy out of the living room into the kitchen.
Oh shit! I should ask them now.
"Leroy! Hiram! Wait a second!" I shout, jumping up and jogging into the kitchen.
"Yes, daughter number two?" Leroy says turning around with Hiram.
That's new coming out of Leroy's mouth.
"Ummm... I..." Am I nervous? That whole 'daughter number two' thing is really throwing me off.
"Santana?" Hiram pushes, looking over the rims of his glasses.
Spit it out! "Well... um... tomorrow's Rachel's birthday and... um... I kind of have this plan..."
"Which consists of... ?" Leroy purses his lips and crosses his arms.
"Kentucky..." is all I can think of to say for some reason.
"And what's in Kentucky?" Hiram asks in a much less intimidating tone than Leroy's.
"An aquarium," I gulp out.
"Oh, alright. Have fun!"
"And drive safe," Leroy adds.
A sigh of relief, a smile and, "Thanks."
They both smile back at me and then turn around to go upstairs. Hiram stops and turns back around, "You know, you didn't have to ask us if you could take Rachel on a date."
"I just... ummm... I just kind of thought it was the right thing to do," I shrug.
"It's chivalrous and romantic. It's exactly why Rachel likes you so much," Leroy says with a smile that I'm not used to seeing directed at me. He takes a few steps away from the stairs and towards me, "I know I give you hard time, but I'm just doing my job, you know, Dad. I do trust you," he looks towards Hiram and then back, "we trust you."
I might cry. One of those good cries, though. Don't do it, Lopez! Don't do it! Just smile and say, "Thank you."
"Now don't go thinking that I'm going to lay off or anything. She'll always be my babygirl," Leroy makes sure I know.
"I know."
"Good," Leroy says and turns around to go up the stairs.
Hiram rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he turns to follow Leroy up the stairs.
"I bet your friends are hungry," Leroy calls down, "you should probably make them something."
"We are hungry!" Quinn calls out from the living.
"For quesadillas!" Brittany adds in.
"With bacon!"
Don't they realize that they're in a house in which a vegan resides.
...
"Hm... that's weird," I hear a familiar voice say after I hear the door open and then close.
"What's weird?" I hear a not so familiar voice ask.
"It smells like... umm..." I wonder when Rachel last had real bacon.
"Bacon?" the less familiar voice pin points the scent of the fatty strips of pig that I had to buy because Quinn and Brittany had to have chicken, bacon, ranch quesadillas. Good thing we aren't Cheerios anymore, Coach Sylvester would be killing us in a months time.
Mmmm... I should probably start working out... those carbs aren't going to get rid of themselves... unfortunately.
Wait, who's this girl Rachel brought back to my house... her house?
"Boom! Perfect! You didn't even hit me, Lopez!" Quinn shouts as she jumps up off the sectional.
"Shh..."
"Wha-"
"You haven't had bacon in four years?"
Well, that answers that question.
"RJ," Quinn whispers through a smile that quickly runs away from the fear that takes over her face.
And that answers that question.
Wait, Rachel brought RJ here? Even though she didn't know if Quinn was still going to be here? I'm confused.
And Quinn is terrified.
And Brittany cannot even contain her excitement for what's about to happen.
Whatever that is.
"How did I know you three would be in here... playing this," Rachel says with her fists on her hips and then a gesture to the gigantic television screen. "I brought a friend," she says stepping out of the doorway and allowing RJ to step into the room.
"Hey," she says with a wave and then with a really charming smile, she looks right to Quinn, "Hi, Quinn."
"Hey..." Quinn through her nervous smile.
Jumping off the couch and jogging around it, our tall blonde friend excitedly says, "I'm Brittany!"
RJ laughs and extends her hand, "It's nice to meet you."
HA! Like Britt's going to accept a handshake! I hope RJ's ready for a big Brittany hug. Aaaaaannndd... there it is!
Hmm... she handled that well.
Okay, we have a mystery on our hands and wants it solved now. I'ma get down to bui'ness, "So, to what do owe the pleasure of this visit, RJ?"
"Well, Rachel invited me over after I asked how Quinn was-"
"I didn't say anything!" Rachel jumps in when she gets a look from Quinn.
RJ smiles and saves her, "I kind of bugged her all day."
"I think that we should... um... talk," Quinn gulps out.
Oh, Q, them's breakin' up words. It was only one date.
"I think we should, too," RJ says through that smile she's so good at flashing.
Wait! I want to know about the big dude that ruined all my fun!
"Do you have a brother?" oh thank god Britt just blurted that out and not me. She always gets forgiven.
RJ's smile changes from charming to amused, to a laugh, "No, but I do have a best friend named James, who's a starting linebacker at my school."
"Did you sick him on Jewfro?" I can't stop myself from asking.
"Oh god," Quinn mumbles behind me.
RJ's laughter picks back up again and she says, "Actually, yeah, I did."
I turn a little to see Quinn's face. Look at that, RJ is her hero... heroine... whatever.
"How did you...?" Quinn trails off her question as she brings her thumb up to her mouth chew on her nail.
"Well," RJ starts, taking a step forward closer to Quinn, but with the sectional still between them, "after you left, I went back to my car and didn't leave. I waited for the unfortunate hairstyle to walk out and I followed him all the way to his house. On the way, I called James and had him meet me there."
"And you just assumed he'd be able to get in?" Quinn asks. She isn't skeptical, she's mesmerized.
So am I.
"James and I helped start the improv troupe at our school. He's so good, it's disgusting. I can't even believe how quickly he comes up with things. He didn't even have a plan to get into that house, but he did it. In like, five seconds," RJ says making her excitement over the situation quite clear.
"I think James is lucky that Jacob's mother is clearly intelligently challenged," Rachel says as nicely as she possibly can.
"No way, he's a genius. He hasn't had to do Latin homework in two years. He refuses to get me out of it, though" RJ says quite convincingly.
"You take Latin?" Quinn asks through weird dreamy eyes.
Only Quinn would be turned on by a girl who's learning a dead language.
"Yeah. I speak Italian, too. My grandparents taught me... well," she shrugs, "actually, they didn't teach me, so much as they refused to speak English with me until I was about eight."
Hmm... sounds like my childhood.
"Ooo! Santana speaks Spanish and takes French in school! She was supposed to teach me Spanish but she hasn't," Brittany says crossing her arms and shooting me her angry glare... that isn't really very angry at all.
"Didn't you two want to talk about something?" I remind everyone in the room.
"Oh yeah," Quinn says through those freaky dreamy eyes.
"Would you maybe want to go somewhere?" RJ asks, acting slightly nervous for the first time.
"Umm... sure," Quinn says finally moving from her spot that is probably as far away as possible from RJ. I think she remembers that she's still a guest here at the Berry residence and starts looking between Rachel and me.
"You aren't a prisoner, Quinn, you can go," Rachel giggles out.
"Yeah, don't let us stop you from getting your mack on," I say through a smirk and watch as Quinn and RJ's faces turn pink.
"I'm so glad we're friends," Quinn says, finding her sarcastic footing.
"I know."
"I think I'm going to go, too," Brittany says, standing up off the back of the couch, "my parents are going to be home from work soon, which means family dinner time."
"Jeez, too bad your dads are here, Rach, everyone's leaving," I say with a wink.
"That hasn't stopped us before," she gives back with her own little devious smirk.
"Okay, time to go," Quinn jumps, power walking around the sectional turning RJ around towards the door.
"Umm... I didn't drive here," RJ says quickly.
"That's fine... actually it's perfect," Quinn says smiling. Then, as they're making their way to the door, she slowly slips her hand into RJ's.
Just as that happens, I get an elbow from Rachel. Brittany turns around and gives me her beyond excited face.
"Thanks for giving in and bringing me here, Rachel," RJ says as Quinn opens the door.
"Anything for a friend," Rachel responds with her beautiful smile.
"Bye, guys," Quinn says and follows RJ out of the house. She turns around as she's walking out and mouths, "thank you."
And then they're gone.
"Well, I'm leaving, too. You haven't seen each other since this morning and I'm sure you want to make out or something, so, have a great night!" Brittany and hugs us both at the same time.
"Bye, Brittany."
"Text me!"
"Of course," Britt says rolling her eyes and turning towards the door. She stops just as she reaches, turns and says, "Happy Birthday, Rach! We should really do something for it this weekend."
"Umm... okay. Thanks Brittany." I think Rachel has been caught off guard. I don't want to start making assumptions as to why... it might get sad.
"Okay, see you guys!" Britt jumps a little and then walks out of the house.
"Can we really do something for my birthday this weekend?" Rachel asks grabbing my hands and looking down at them.
"Of course we can! I'll text everyone tonight, okay? Is there anyone that you don't want me to text?" I think you know who I might be talking about.
"Nope, you can text everyone... even Finn."
"Fine, but if he goes all T-Rex and tries to eat your face again, I will be going Lima Heights on his ass for realz."
She rolls her eyes and starts pulling me towards the living room, "Come on, I've been singing and dancing all day, I want to cuddle with my girlfriend... while she texts all of our friends about last minute birthday plans."
"Whatever you want gorgeous... especially in those shorts," I smirk as I plop down in the corner of the sectional, opening up my arms for her find her way into them.
After she's settled in with her arms around my waist and her head on my chest, I start typing G-L-E and open up the group that comes up. After making sure that everyone is there, I send them all this message:
To Gleeks:
To everyone that's still in Lima: Tomorrow's Rachel's birthday. Big birthday dinner at our favorite carb loading restaurant on Saturday. Be there!
To Gleeks:
Please :)
Rachel would be pissed if I didn't say please.
From Goth Asian:
Mike and I are teaching little Asian kids the Arts again. We'll send our Birthday wishes tomorrow.
From Kurtrude:
Blaine and I will be there with bells on... its ok if I bring him, right?
They might actually wear bells.
To Kurtrude:
Sure. The more the merrier.
From Puckerman:
I'll totes be there, bro!
From Finnept:
Umm... yeah, sure. Thx for inviting me.
Fantastic! Not.
From Wheezy:
I was wondering when this txt was coming. I'll be there.
From Trouty Mouth:
My Dad got a new job and we had to move. Tell Rachel I said Happy B-day, tho.
What? Trouty Mouth moved? What am I going to do with all of the mouth jokes I've been preparing?
From Britt Britt:
Duh.
From Q:
Can I bring my girlfriend?
WHAT?
"Rachel!"
"I wasn't seeping... sleeping."
Oh the adorableness... "Read."
"Oh. My. God."
"I think that's like, record speed. They've been gone for like, a half an hour."
"I don't think we're allowed to judge their dating process," Rachel says pursing her lips and quirking her eyebrows up.
"Touche," I say and leave a kiss on her head. Hmm... I wonder how prepared Quinn is to be with the rest of our frie... the Glee Club and with her girlfriend in the same setting, "Do you think Quinn is ready to be all out with RJ in front of everyone?"
"Ask her?"
"Okay."
To Q:
I see we've made great strides in a very short amount of time. Ready to come out to everyone, too?
Hmm... that wasn't tactful...
To Q:
Congrats, btw. I'm really happy for you!
I am... really!
From Q:
Oh. Right. I just wanted to tell you that I have a girlfriend. I didn't really think past that... I'll get back to you...
Ahh... just what I thought.
From Q:
Thank you though... for everything.
In the words of my favorite person in the entire world:
To Q:
Anything for a friend.
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this one! Let me know! You know how much I love your comments!
A/N 2: To pezberrylove: She has. In Strange Exhilaration... perhaps it'll happen again though...