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"Jesus," Rachel said, rubbing her eyes.

"You a Jew for Jesus now, Rach?" Puck asked from the other side of the bed.

"Ugh. One: I do not like waking up to your voice, Noah. Two: No, it's just the sun is way too bright, and I don't understand why Brittany feels the need to sing Ke$ha's We Are Who We Are right now."

"Well, if you were, I'd still respect you. Jesus was kind of cool, you know?"

"I really don't like waking up next to you, Noah," Rachel said, stretching as she got out of bed. She walked into the kitchen, still in a pair of Brittany's pajamas.

"Thanks for letting me stay here last night, Britt," Rachel said through a yawn.

"Of course!" Brittany said, cheerfully, balancing the baby on her hip. "I mean, I obviously wasn't going to let you drive home…" Rachel nodded. Brittany reached up into the cabinet and grabbed a mug, and poured some coffee into it.

"Do you take cream or sugar?"

"No," Rachel said, "black is fine." Brittany handed Rachel the coffee. Rachel watched on as Brittany expertly handled the child and the cooking at once. Not bad, Rachel thought, for someone who once said they couldn't have a bake sale because recipes were too confusing. "Can I use your shower, Britt? And maybe borrow some clothes?" Brittany nodded.

"There are clean towels in the bathroom down the hall, and all of my clothes are in my room, obviously, but San's dead asleep, so you shouldn't have to worry about picking something out." Rachel walked down the hall into the bathroom and turned the water on. She felt like she was washing the debauchery of the previous night off of her. She wrapped herself in a bright yellow towel and walked into Brittany's room, staring at the closet.

"B, baby, come back to bed," came a muffled voice from the bed.

"Oh, Santana!" Rachel said, uncomfortable, "it's Rachel, I'm just borrowing some clothes. I'll be gone in a second."

"Stop being silly, B," Santana said again, her face still buried in the pillow over her head. "I know I was probably out of control last night, although I don't remember, and I want to make it up to you, baby. I'm not going to get out of this bed until I hear you screaming my name—"

"SANTANA!" Rachel interjected. It's Rachel 'midget, manhands, dwarf' Berry. Please. Stop."

"Baby, I can't really hear you. There's too much throbbing in my head. Please just come here. I promise if you come here right now I will fuck your brains out and you…" Santana continued talking as Rachel left the room and walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Britt," Rachel yelled as she walked down the hall, "I tried to borrow some clothes, but Santana refused to look up from her pillow and was convinced I was you and I…I just…I felt uncomfortable…" Rachel trailed off as she entered the kitchen to find all of Quinn and Justin in the kitchen. She felt all of the blood rushing to her cheeks and found herself in the very unusual predicament of having nothing to say.

"San's really into morning sex," Brittany said nonchalantly.

"Anyway, can you get her up or something? Or get me something to wear?" Rachel asked, clutching tightly to her towel. Brittany nodded and handed Olivia to Quinn, walking out of the room.

"Hey Rach," Quinn said softly, silently hoping that the heat she felt in her cheeks was in her imagination.

"Hi Quinn. Nice to see you, Justin."

"You as well," they all stood their awkwardly. Rachel desperately wished she could disappear. Or at least be wearing some clothes. It felt like an hour as they all stood in silence, but, in reality, it was closer to two minutes before Brittany came back.

"I put some of Santana's clothes for you in the bathroom down the hall, Rach, I think she's closer to your size. And Santana's in the shower, she'll be up in a minute."

"Thank you," Rachel managed to croak out as she walked down the hall.

Brittany got back to task, mixing the dry ingredients for the pancakes together.

"Why are you so red, Q?" She asked, as she went into the cabinet to get the baking powder. Quinn just shrugged, squeezing her husband's hand tightly.

"Just hot, I guess."

Twenty minutes had passed and Rachel was still in the bathroom, just staring at her reflection. She knew they must be wondering what she was doing in here; Brittany had only left her a pair of Santana's tiny shorts and a black tank top, it should have taken her just five minutes to get changed. Rachel tried to fix her hair, she hadn't blowdried it so it fell in loose, haphazard curls around her head. It was messier than Rachel usually wore her hair, but she kind of liked it. She pulled down on Santana's little shorts and the tight tank top and silently wished that Brittany had found her something a little more…conservative…in Santana's wardrobe. Especially since the only shoes Rachel had were the cowboy boots she'd been wearing the night before. There was a light knock on the door.

"Hold on!" Rachel said. "I'll be out in a second."

"It's just me," Quinn's voice came from the other side. "Can I come in?" Rachel thought for a second and unlocked the bathroom door. Quinn slipped in, shutting and locking the door behind her.

"What's up?" Rachel asked, looking at Quinn through her reflection in the mirror, and pretending to be busy putting lip gloss on.

"Why are you being weird?" Quinn asked, point blank.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Rachel said.

"You're being weird, Rach. And what have you been doing in here for so long?"

"Getting ready. What does it matter to you?" Quinn looked hurt for a moment, but quickly shifted into annoyed mode.

"See. You're being weird."

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Quinn," Rachel said, inspecting her hair in the mirror. They sat in silence for a moment, Rachel still only looking at Quinn though her reflection in the mirror.

"Look, Rachel, let's cut the bullshit, okay? We're not sixteen anymore. Look at me." Rachel turned around so she was facing Quinn, who had her arms across her chest. "Look, I know you're not happy with Justin right now…"

"He's making you miserable, Quinn!" Rachel said, angrily.

"Wait, let me finish. But you should know that I didn't just let him waltz back in here and pretend that everything is okay. But, I couldn't just say, 'oh, so glad you came to visit, husband, father of my children, but I'm going to spend one of the two full days you're here with my best friend,' without coming across as an enormous bitch and maybe the worst wife and mother in the world." Rachel looked down. She knew Quinn was right. She just didn't know how much it would hurt. Quinn reached down and grabbed Rachel's hand. "You know I would have rather spent yesterday with you, right?" Rachel slowly looked up to meet Quinn's gaze, but something about looking into Quinn's hazel eyes made her feel too vulnerable at the moment so she quickly looked back down at the ground. They didn't say anything for awhile, and Quinn squeezed Rachel's hand in reassurance.

"I'm sorry," Rachel began, not looking up from her feet. "I know that I'm being unreasonable about this. I just…I can't stand how he makes you feel, Quinn." There were so many thoughts, so many emotions bubbling in Rachel at the moment and she needed to control them, needed to be alone to harness whatever it was that she was feeling right now…maybe channel it into a song? Or some sort of moving monologue? She just needed to keep it from bursting out of her in some sort of unpredictable word vomit. Just then, Quinn laughed. Rachel looked at her, questioningly. Quinn lightly touched her cheek, for just a moment before removing it.

"You're overthinking something, Rach. I can see it in your face. Like the little cogs in your brain are moving too fast." Rachel rolled her eyes. "It's kind of cute," Quinn said softly. "I know we have plans for Monday, but you're off on Sunday, aren't you?" Rachel nodded. "Justin leaves around three. Why don't we take the girls to Griffith Park, and I can cook dinner and we can catch up…you know…on all we missed in the last 72 hours of not hanging out?" Quinn smirked a bit and looked at Rachel with a glint in her eye that, as of late, resulted in Rachel agreeing to whatever Quinn said.

"Only if our Monday night movie can be the 1976 A Star is Born starring Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson."

"Deal," Quinn said, rolling her eyes.

"And you promise to not make fun of the cheesiness that is Evergreen."

"Fine," Quinn said, "although I don't know what that means." Rachel smirked.

"I think you might regret agreeing to that." Rachel said, turning back to the mirror. Quinn shrugged.

"You know," Quinn said, looking at Rachel's reflection in the mirror and pulling a strand of her hair out of her eyes, "I really like your hair like this…you know…naturally curly. It's pretty." They made eye contact in the mirror, Quinn's hand still in Rachel's hair.

"Hey, guys," Santana knocked on the door, jiggling the doorknob to find it locked. "Breakfast is ready, come on!" Quinn turned towards the door while Rachel gathered up her makeup bag.

"Also, I think you should consider wearing Santana's wardrobe more often…you know…mix it up a bit," she said, as she unlocked and opened the door, breezing past Santana. Rachel followed soon after. Santana paused for a moment, glanced in her bathroom, and then walked down the hall towards the patio with one eyebrow raised.

"Yay!" Brittany said as everyone took their seats outside. "So glad to have everyone here for our hangover special…I just wish everyone could have been there to enjoy the fun parts resulting in this hangover…"

"You don't seem hungover, Britt," Rachel pointed out.

"I don't do hangovers. I'm too badass for them…" Brittany said, shrugging her shoulders. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Anyway," Santana continued, "hangover special includes, the hair of the dog, for those of us who need it," Santana said, gesturing to the pitchers of Mimosas and Bloody Mary's, "obviously made by yours truly," she said, gesturing to herself. Now Brittany rolled her eyes.

"Pancakes, bacon, sausage, vegan bacon, vegan sausage," Santana rolled her eyes while Rachel's lit up, "scrambled eggs, fruit salad, coffee, orange juice, and of course…drum roll please," Santana banged her hands on the table, "water…the only real cure for your hangover."

"Everyone who drank last night must have all four of the beverages: water to rehydrate you, coffee to energize you, orange juice to fuel your sad livers, and liquor to give you the illusion that you feel better. Because I want everyone the hell out of my house by three…" Santana said. Brittany hit her arm.

"Dig in!" Brittany said. They began to pass the food around the table. As the food went around people began to engage in small conversations with those sitting closest to them.

"So, Justin, we're all surprised to see you back this time of year," Santana said, handing Justin the pancakes. "Not that we're not happy to see you," Santana quickly added.

"Thanks, Santana," Justin said laughing. He had known her since their first week of college and was used to the fact that pretty much everything she said sounded sarcastic. "I made Quinn a promise that I would try and stay home more often, and after Lily's birthday party I realized that I really had to make good on it." Santana nodded, handing him the eggs.

"Good for you, J." They sat silently for a moment while Santana poured herself some coffee and Justin scooped eggs onto his plate. "Do you remember what I told you on your wedding day?"

"And on the day I took Quinn on our first date? And when I asked her to be my girlfriend? And when I asked her to marry me?" Santana smirked.

"Yes. Please repeat it to me."

"If you hurt my best friend," Justin said, pouring himself some coffee, "I will take the Vietnam War issued machete given to me as a graduation present from my psychotic High School Cheerleading coach and slowly carve off your balls with it's dulled edge until you no longer understand what pain truly is." Santana nodded, approvingly.

"Just keep that in mind, J," Santana said. Justin laughed.

"I can't believe you have children."

"You should talk." Santana smirked.

"How were my babies?" Brittany asked Mercedes and James, who were sitting next to her.

"They were delightful, as always, Britt," Mercedes said.

"Sometimes I think we're getting a skewed view of what parenthood is like," James added, "because you just have the calmest, sweetest, most pleasant babies ever." Brittany couldn't help but beam as she watched her two children bounce up and down in their little bouncers, just saying "boobs" back and forth to one another. They were definitely pretty delightful.

"Yeah, they're pretty much perfect," Brittany said, ruffling Nico's hair. "I'm not gonna lie, I seriously doubt anyone's ability to have children as perfect as my own, but I encourage your attempt to exceed perfection," Brittany said. Mercedes laughed out loud.

"So, Lily, did you tell Rach the exciting news you had from school?" Quinn asked her daughter who was sitting next to Rachel across from her at the table. Lily shook her head.

"I got a part in my school play," Lily said, quietly.

"Oh my gosh, Lil, that's so exciting!" Rachel said. Lily blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed, Lily, tell her about it!" Quinn said, winking at Rachel across the table, amused by her daughter's uncharacteristic silence. Rachel poured some orange juice into Lily's cup and then some into her own, as Puck absentmindedly shoved the bacon over, his head in his hands.

"I get to be Peter Pan, and my best friend from school gets to be Wendy!" Rachel smiled at the girl, ruffling her hair. "She's really pretty and funny and smart, you'll like her, Rachel," Lily said. Quinn smiled, glad that Santana was not paying attention to their conversation to add to the growing body of evidence that her middle child was a lesbian. Quinn would be fine if she were, of course, but she was happy letting the girl figure it out in her own time.

"Well, Miss Lily, if you ever want to run your lines or practice your songs with someone, you know who to ask." Rachel said to the little girl, piling some eggs upon both of their plates.

"Where have you been, Rachel?" Hannah asked, from her seat next to Quinn and across from Lily. "We miss you. We want to do karaoke and daddy hates karaoke and mom will only do it when you're around…" she said between bites.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Quinn said to her eldest daughter who just rolled her eyes.

"I've just been a little busy," Rachel said, making brief eye contact with Quinn and then briefer eye contact with Santana, who apparently had been listening in on their conversation at the other end of the table. "But your mom and I talked about going to Griffith Park tomorrow afternoon? Maybe we can go up to the observatory?" Hannah nodded. Rachel smiled at Quinn.

"And after dinner, tomorrow," Quinn said, resting her hand upon Hannah's head, "I bet Rach would want to do a little karaoke if you girls are good at the park and agree to be…agreeable…about your school day bedtime, despite the fact that Rachel is over." She looked over at Lily who nodded, and then Hannah, who nodded, reluctantly.

"So," Santana said, from across the table, interrupting everyone from their previous conversations. "Our little ingénue, Miss Berry over here, had quite the interesting night." Santana said. Rachel turned bright red as the table turned their attention over to Santana. "She found a little dancer, who, apparently, looked a little like Jack, Rachel's college girlfriend." Quinn's head shot up, looking for Rachel's eyes, but they stayed plastered to her food. "Not that I blame her…she was adorable…you know…perfect body, blond hair, piercing eyes."

"Wow, Rach," Mercedes said, "really sticking to your type, huh?"

"I don't know what you mean," Rachel said, not looking up from her food.

"Well there was Jack, and then there was that girl you were in Nine with, and that girl you were in A Chorus Line with, and that one you met on that pilot you did a few years back…to be honest I don't think I could pick them all out in a line up." James nodded.

"To be honest, now every time I meet a blond with hazel eyes the first thing that crosses my mind is that I should introduce her to Rachel…" James said.

"Okay, enough about me, can we talk about the fact that Santana cried because she flirted with a stripper?" Rachel snapped.

"A stripper whose phone number you now have, might I add." Santana added quickly. Brittany rested her hand on Santana's, in an attempt to signal to her that she had said enough.

"What?" Santana asked. "It was impressive, I'm just saying…"

"Totally impressive," Puck said, finally raising his head from his hands. There was a brief awkwardness at the table before everyone resumed their small conversations.

"You never told me about Jack…" Quinn said, quietly, glancing over at her husband and seeing that he was in an intense conversation with Santana about how the team was shaping up this year. "Or any of those other girls…" she said, not raising her voice and shifting her youngest daughter on her lap.

"It never came up," Rachel said, simply.

"That you're gay?" Quinn replied, incredulously.

"I'm not gay, Quinn." Rachel said quietly, aware of the fact that Lily and Hannah were intently watching Rachel and their mother interact. "On occasion I date women…it's not a big deal."

"I just wished you had told me."

"Again, Quinn, it just never came up." Quinn looked down at her food.

"You want some fruit, baby?" Quinn asked Harper who was sitting on her lap. Harper nodded and Quinn grabbed the fruit salad and piled it onto her daughter's plate, intentionally not looking up from the table. Rachel grabbed the bowl from Quinn.

"You want some fruit, Lily?" Rachel asked, piling fruit on Lily's plate, who just shrugged.

"Why are you being so weird about this?" Rachel hissed at Quinn across the table. "I mean, your best friends are lesbians, I'd think you'd be more open-minded."

"It's not about you being bisexual, or whatever it is that you are, Rach," Quinn said. " it's about the amount of time we've spent together and you leaving out this huge detail of your life!"

"It's not that huge, Quinn!" Rachel whispered across the table. "It's 2024! Don't Ask Don't Tell was repealed when we were in High School, The Defense of Marriage Act only like a year later, and we've had gay marriage in all fifty states for like eight years. In California since 2012! You're the one making a big deal out of this!" They sat in silence for a moment.

"I just didn't know, Rach. I'm just surprised."

"It's fine," Rachel said. She decided to pull a Quinn and topped off her Mimosa.

Everyone was out of their house by three, much to Santana's relief. She and Brittany cleaned the house and then played with their children. They were too tired to cook, so they ordered Thai food in and watched the original 101 Dalmations, unfortunately renewing Brittany's insistence that they weren't really a family until they had a dog. Santana rolled her eyes. Apparently the marriage certificate and the mortgage in both their names, the jointly filed taxes and the children with both their names on the birth certificate were not enough. They needed an animal. They crawled into bed around nine that night, and didn't even have sex, a fact that Santana would loathe anyone outside of Brittany to know. It was just so…lame.

"Hey, Britt?" Santana said into her wife's collarbone as they fell asleep.

"Mmhmm?" Brittany mumbled.

"You know that dancer that Rachel danced with last night?"

"Mmhmm?"

"You know how Rachel said she reminded her of Jack"

"Yeah, San, what's your point? I'm tired…"

"Did she remind you a little of Quinn, too?"

"I guess so." Brittany said. "Her hair was longer, but she kind of had Quinn's eyes. Although not nearly as pretty. Quinn has really pretty eyes."

"Yeah," Santana said, as she fell asleep in her wife's arms.

"Why?" Brittany asked.

"I don't know," Santana said, holding tighter onto Brittany. "I was just thinking." She kissed her wife's collarbone and felt herself falling asleep.

Quinn was restless. Justin had fallen soundly asleep around eleven but Quinn was distracted and couldn't seem to calm her mind down enough to actually get some rest. She slipped out of her bed and walked down to the kitchen.

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

Sorry I was weird today. I'm

always a little weird when Justin

first comes home.

Sent: Sunday, July 11, 12:15am

Rachel Berry:

No worries. Today was weird.

Excited for tomorrow though

Sent: Sunday, July 11, 12:18am

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

Me too I'll call as soon

as Justin leaves. Sweet dreams

Rach.

Sent: Sunday, July 11, 12:20am

Rachel had been sitting in her empty living room watching the end of Saturday Night Live when she and Quinn started texting. She still hadn't finished furnishing her three bedroom apartment, so she spent most of her time sitting on the couch in her living room, looking at the flat screen TV. The only decorations she had were a few photographs that sat on the mantle and a few on her fridge, thanks to some magnets Harper had given her. She walked passed the mantle that held pictures of her dads, a few of her after her first couple Broadway shows, and a picture of the entire Glee Club after they won National's their senior year. She walked into the kitchen to fill a glass with water, smiling at a photographs hanging on the fridge. It was from a few weeks earlier, taken by Brittany and Santana, while they all picnicked at Barnsdale Art Park near Brittany and Santana's house. Quinn and Rachel were sitting in the middle of the blanket, big smiles on both of their faces. Harper was in Quinn's lap, holding a mini-stuffed duck Brittany had given her, Hannah was at Quinn's side, and Lily was hugging Rachel with one arm, her skateboard with another, giving Rachel a kiss on the cheek. Her water glass began to spill on her hand. Rachel walked upstairs and crawled into bed.

Rachel Berry:
You too.

Goodnight.

Sent: Sunday, July 11, 12:30am