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"This was perfect," Santana said, collapsing on top of Brittany in the silk sheets at the Roosevelt hotel. Brittany simply nodded.

"I don't want to go back to the real world," she replied, playfully pecking Santana on the lips.

"We could just live in this hotel forever…" Santana began, "drinking champagne, eating strawberries, ordering room service, and never wearing clothes…" Santana trailed off as she nuzzled on Brittany's neck.

"I'll miss Nico and Olivia, though," Brittany began.

"My mother will take care of them," Santana said, trailing a line of kisses across Brittany's collarbone. "She's a great parent. Look at me." Santana began leaving light kisses along Brittany's sternum.

"And I'll miss Lola."

"We'll give her to Quinn's kids," Santana said, as her lips reached her wife's belly button. "Quinn will love that."

"I kind of miss them already," Brittany said. Santana popped her head up and moved to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Really, Britt?" Brittany nodded. "Besides, I told your mom we'd be back by 10am." Santana groaned. Brittany crawled behind her and put her arms around her waist.

"I'm going to miss that groan though, once we get back to the real world," Brittany said, placing her lips to Santana's neck. "I forgot how loud you could be…"

"It's our kids or the groan," Santana said, playfully. Brittany giggled.

"You can't make me choose, Santana," Brittany whined into Santana's ear. "I love them both so much…"

"Well then I guess me and my groan are going to just stay here at the Roosevelt," Santana smirked. "Besides, I'm pretty sure there will be plenty of rich, famous, clientele who would love to make me groan…"

"I have an idea! For our anniversary, why don't you soundproof our room?" Brittany asked, placing a wet kiss on Santana's cheek. "Then we can still have the kids, and no one will be able to hear your groan other than me!"

"I guess the six year anniversary is steel…I'll see what I can do," Santana replied. Brittany squealed and pulled Santana back down into the bed. They still had a little bit of time before they had to get back.

Quinn snuggled further into her husband's collarbone, tracing her hand up and down his strong chest. He kissed the top of her head.

"This is nice," Quinn said. Justin nodded. "It's been a long time, J." He nodded again.

"I missed this," he kissed the top of her head again. "I missed us, Quinn." He pulled her closer to him. Quinn fought through the tears starting to well in her eyes. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many confessions after so many years of being unhappy. Instead she just allowed him to hold her, content in this rare content moment in their eight-year marriage.

"I missed us too," Quinn said simply. "Last night was amazing, J."

"I know," he said. "Thanks so much, for being my wife. I know I haven't been all that I could be, lately, in terms of a husband, but today is my commitment to change. I love you, Quinn Fabray," Justin said, leaning down to pull Quinn into a tight kiss.

"I love you too, Justin Scott." Quinn said as she climbed on top of her husband and pulled him into a deeper kiss.

"I love Saturdays," Sarah said, rolling over to face Rachel. "I especially love Saturdays when you're not working and when I get surprise late Friday night visits from you." Sarah smiled at Rachel. Rachel quickly kissed her on the lips.

"You know what my favorite thing to do on Saturday mornings is…" Rachel said as they pulled away from the kiss. Sarah smirked and Rachel rolled them over so that she was straddling Sarah, one leg on each side.

"I'm guessing I'm about to find out," Sarah said, before Rachel pulled her into another passionate kiss.

After just one night, Maria was concerned for how the girls were managing all of this on their own. Kids, jobs, pets…it just seemed like a lot for the girls to handle.

"Women, not girls anymore," she reminded herself out loud as she picked up Nico under one arm and then Olivia under the other. It still felt like yesterday though, that Santana was unable to keep a goldfish alive and Brittany was unable to successfully microwave a bag of popcorn. Maria pulled Lola on her leash and headed for the door. It was just so hard to believe how quickly the girls had grown up and became responsible young women. Maria stopped before opening the door.

"You've got to be kidding me," Maria said out loud to herself again. She swung it open and Brittany and Santana broke apart quickly. Brittany's faced blushed a bright red.

"I take it your date went well?" Maria asked. Santana just nodded, sleepily. "And here I was thinking you were all grown up…"

"I am grown up, mami," Santana said, taking Olivia from her mother. "I am totally allowed to make out with my wife in front of my nearly paid off house." Her mother rolled her eyes as Brittany took Nico and cooed into his head. "And yes, mami, if you must know, we had a wonderful time," Santana said, unable to conceal the sultriness in her voice.

"I can tell," Maria said as she walked past the women to take Lola out, gesturing to the dark bruises on Brittany's neck. "You two will always be sixteen to me," Maria sing-songed out the door. Brittany turned ever redder. "They think after all these years that I don't know them…" Maria continued mumbling until she got out of earshot.

Quinn groaned as she was stirred from her sleep. Her head was on her husband's chest and her face was slightly sticking to the sweat that had accumulated between the two of them.

"Mom!" Came a voice at the door. "Mom! Your door is locked! We're hungry!" Justin laughed quietly and stretched. They both got up; Quinn tightened a robe around her body and Justin threw on a pair of pajama pants. That was one nice thing about being married to a football player. While she saw other married men their age grow flabbier, her husband, if his six pack were any indication, was in as great a shape as when he was nineteen.

"DADDY!" Lily screamed as Justin opened up the door and swung her around. "HARPER! HANNAH! Daddy's home!" Harper and Hannah ran done the hall and Justin took turns picking up the other two blonds. Quinn watched the scene unfold in her

"Boy, if I got this reception every morning, I'd be one happy woman," Quinn laughed.

"We love you too, mommy! It's just we get to see you everyday," Harper said, hugging onto Quinn's legs and smiling up at her with her missing two front teeth. Quinn ruffled her youngest daughter's hair and picked her up.

"Thanks, Harp. What do you say we go get some breakfast?" Harper nodded happily and they headed downstairs.

"Schedule B Players must receive an additional overtime payment of four hours at straight time rate for each overnight location Saturday. Player accepts such engagement upon the terms herein specified," Santana read aloud in a baby voice to Nico, who was sitting on her lap.

"What are you reading to your son?" Maria asked Santana from the kitchen counter.

"A contract. Have to get them started early in this city," Santana said as Maria rolled her eyes. Maria returned her attention back to Brittany and the brunch they were preparing.

"Justin's in town," Brittany said, suddenly. Santana raised her eyebrow. "He surprised Quinn. Called me a couple nights ago to make sure we didn't have something planned this weekend."

"That's nice!" Maria said. "We should have them over for dinner! I haven't seen everyone since last Christmas." There was silence in the room. "What?" Maria said. "Is there something going on with Justin and Quinn?"

"They are just having some…problems."

"I think it'd be nice, Santana," Brittany said. "like old times. Maybe it would be good for them."

"I think it'd be awkward, Brittany."

"Well, it's settled then," Maria said, directing her attention to Olivia, whom she was holding, "the Fabray-Scott's are coming to dinner!" Olivia giggled.

"We can invite Mercedes and James too! You know they're trying to get pregnant, Maria?"
"Oh, that's great. Mercedes will make a great mom. She's such a lovely young woman." Brittany nodded and handed Maria a handful of chopped tomatoes.

"I know. She's so good with the twins, and she's always been great with Quinn's kids."

"I certainly would have expected her to have kids before that one," Maria said, nodding her head over to Santana. Brittany and Maria both broke down in laughter. Santana, meanwhile, had been sitting at the table staring at her wife and mother, dumbfounded.

"Um. Excuse me? Did everyone forget that I'm part of this family as well?" Both women turned to look at Santana.

"What are you talking about, honey?" Brittany asked, looking up from the chorizo she was expertly chopping.

"I don't want to have a dinner party tonight. How is it settled that we're having one?"

"Oh, mija," her mother said, "I just wanted to save us the time of the argument. We all know you would have caved." Brittany and Maria laughed again.

"Aye dios mio," Santana said, exasperated. "Let's go outside," she said to her son. He nodded and patted her face as she rose with him in one arm and the contract in the other. "At least you listen to me, mijo."

Quinn was cutting Harper's waffle into bite size pieces on her Wizard of Oz plate while Lily regaled Justin with every story from school that he had missed out on in the last few weeks when the phone rang inside the house.

"I'll get it," Quinn said jumping up and running into the house to grab the phone. It was pretty rare that someone called the landline anymore so she figured it was important. The caller ID read "Pierce-Lopez."

"Hey, Brittany!" Quinn said cheerily as she answered the phone.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Santana would never use this line."

"Well, I was calling for the whole family, not just for you, so I thought it was appropriate. What's wrong with you?" Brittany asked.

"Nothings wrong!" Quinn said, surprised and a little confused.

"You had good sex last night," Brittany said, her tone matter-of-fact.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

"Oh, you're a terrible liar, Quinn, and everyone has a post-sex voice."

"Can you just tell me why you're calling, Brittany?" Quinn asked as her face flushed.

"Maria is in town and we thought we'd have a small dinner party tonight, if you're free."

"Santana's okay with that? Does she know Justin is in town?"

"Santana is more than happy to have you. Mercedes and James are coming too!"

"Thanks, Brittany," Quinn said cautiously. "Are you sure it's okay with Santana?"

"Definitely. See you at seven, Q." Brittany hung up the phone.

Quinn shut her phone and walked back outside to where her family were busy eating their own breakfast.

"Who was that, babe?" Justin asked.

"Brittany. Inviting us over for dinner. Maria is in town."

"Did you tell her we'd go?"

"Yes, but we can definitely cancel, if you want. There's no reason we have to go. In fact, on second thought, maybe we should just spend this time with each other."

"No, no, that's not why I was asking!" Justin quickly interjected. "I just wanted to make sure you told them we would go. I'd like to see them. I'd also like to yell at Santana."

"Why?" Quinn raised her eyebrows at her husband.

"You don't even notice it anymore, do you?"

"Notice what?"

"My point exactly. You do realize that Black Magic Woman has been playing on repeat since we came downstairs."

"Oh, that's it?" Quinn said, smirking at her husband. "It's been on repeat for weeks. You'll get used to it."

Santana pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and her thumb as her mother and Brittany discussed what was needed for dinner in the produce aisle at Gelson's. Everything had to be such a production these days. There was just no way to grocery shop with toddlers and not have it turn into an overly complicated endeavor. She decided to leave Maria and Brittany to their discussion and find the magazine aisle. She was about to turn when she saw Rachel and Sarah discussing frozen veggie burgers. She internally groaned and pulled down her fedora, hoping to get back to the produce aisle before they noticed her.

"Santana!" Rachel yelled.

"Rachel, Sarah!" Santana put on her best Cheerios grin and pushed the stroller down the aisle.

"How's your Saturday going, Santana?" Rachel asked.

"Oh, just wonderful, Berry. I love grocery shopping."

"Sarah and I were going to barbeque since it's such a lovely day outside! Would you like to join us? I'm sure Sarah would be happy to prepare you some of those cow and solidified cow's milk burgers you love so much."

"As much as the prospect of spending a beautiful Saturday listening to you talk about the resurgence of the movie musical excites me, Berry, my mother is in town and we have plans."

"That's a shame, Santana, Sarah here is a really great cook!"

"There you are, Santana, are you hiding from us?" Maria said, approaching Santana with Brittany, the cart, and Olivia.

"Not at all, mom…do you remember Rachel Berry? She was in glee club with us in high school, and…"

"And at your graduation, and wedding, and we've met plenty of times, Santana. It's nice to see you again, Rachel," she said, pulling Rachel in for a hug.

"You too, Maria."

"And this is Rachel's girlfriend and my coworker, Sarah," Santana said. Maria and Sarah shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Pierce."

"Mrs. Lopez."

"Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Lopez."

"You can call me Maria."

"Really?" Santana said, looking at Sarah confused. "You hadn't figured out yet which one of us was the Pierce and which one was the Lopez?"

"I'm colorblind."

"You're also incredibly annoying. You two deserve each other."

"Santana. Be nice. We're having a small dinner party tonight, would you ladies like to join us? It will just be us, Mercedes and James, and Justin and Quinn."

"While I'd love to join you all," Rachel said, breaking her stoic character for barely a second before concealing the hurt in her eyes, "I think Sarah and I are going to stay in today."

"Okay, well hopefully I will see you again before I go back to Lima."

"I'm sure we will."

"Hola chiquitas!" Maria exclaimed as Hannah, Harper, and Lily ran into the house. She pulled them all in for a bear hug.

"Hola, abuela!" The girls said.

"You are all getting so big, I can't believe it. You are each the spitting image of your mother at your ages, and all just as beautiful." Lily broke away from Maria and ran to Santana grabbing her tightly around her leg.

"Hey, Aunt S!" Lily said.

"Hey, you," Santana said, ruffling Lily's hair.

"Guess what? Daddy's going to buy me a guitar so that I can learn to play just like Carlos Santana!"

"You know I play the guitar? I can give you lessons." Santana replied. Lily squealed at this notion causing all of the adults in the room to quickly put their hands over their ears.

"Why don't you girls go say hi to Aunt Cedes and Uncle James, they're just in the living room," Santana said, nudging the girls down the hallway.

"Quinnie, come give me a hug," Maria said, pulling Quinn into a tight embrace. "And Justin, I trust you're taking care of my Quinn?"

"You know it Mrs. L. I don't think Santana would have it any other way." Justin chuckled.

"That's my girl," Maria said, proudly, wrapping her arm around Santana's shoulder.

"What wrong, Rach?" Sarah asked as they cleaned up Rachel's small kitchen.

"Nothing," Rachel said. "Do you want to take a hike up toward the Hollywood sign?"

"Sure," Sarah replied, drying her hands on a dishtowel and tucking it into the handle of the oven door.

It was a beautiful night; the temperature outside felt identical to an ideal temperature inside the house with a light breeze. Rachel lightly held Sarah's hand as they walked up into the Hollywood hills.

"What's going on with you, Rach," Sarah finally asked after about ten minutes of walking in silence.

"I guess, I think we should talk, about what we're going to do now that the movie is over." Rachel said in a small voice.

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked, her voice impossibly quiet.

"Well, I guess it's why I wanted to take this walk to the Hollywood sign. Well, not to the Hollywood sign, but you know, closer to it, because I don't know what I'm going to do when the movie is over."

"I still don't think I understand what you mean, Rachel."

"Well, I don't know if I'm going to stay. Stay here, I mean. Stay in Los Angeles, I mean."

"Oh." Sarah dropped Rachel's hand and instead focused on the Hollywood sign that was growing larger as they walked. You could barely make it out at night against it's dark backdrop. "It would have been nice if you had told me that when we started this…whatever this is…"

"I didn't know then, Sarah. I didn't know what the long-term plan was. I still don't. But as of Friday, I am officially unemployed and paying a mortgage on an apartment in New York, a lease on a car that I will only need if I stay in this city and rent on an apartment in Los Angeles. Even if I were to keep the apartment in New York, I can't just have the setup I do now where a friend checks on it a few times a week. I need to figure out what I want to do."

"I want to be with you," Sarah said, stopping in her tracks. "I really like you, Rachel, and I think that our relationship could be really special." She tucked a hair behind Rachel's ear. "I want you to stay, Rachel."

"I don't know if I can."

"Why?" Sarah asked, hoping Rachel hadn't noticed the crack in her voice.

"Because it's irresponsible. Because I'm thirty and by this point I know that I can't make financial or career decisions because I like someone." Rachel was lying. She knew full well she was lying, but she was an actor, and she wasn't going to tell this perfectly, nice, pretty, smart woman that she couldn't make those kinds of decisions for her.

"Rachel, I like you, but it's up to you to figure this out, if that's how you feel about it." Sarah said, walking away from Rachel and back down the hill. "But you should know, Rach, I like you enough that I will fight for you, even if you're in New York." Rachel sat down on the side of the road as Sarah disappeared down the road. She couldn't stop the tears rolling out of both of her eyes.

Dinner was finished, and they decided to just stay outside and enjoy the wine and each others' company instead of getting a jump on the dishes. The twins had been put to bed about an hour earlier, and Harper and Hannah had fallen asleep in the guest room about twenty minutes into Cinderella. Quinn absentmindedly swirled the wine around her glass as Maria spoke to her, leaning against the wall.

"I guess, Quinn, there is no clear solution to the issue."

"Really?" Quinn asked, visibly frustrated. "How did you deal with her all these years?'

"A lot of patience. A lot of wine. A pre-written speech to any school official I ever may have had to come in contact with and a list of creative punishments longer than my arm." Both women laughed. "Seriously though, Quinn. The important thing to remember is children act out because they don't know how to express their feelings."

"You and Santana and feelings." Quinn scoffed.

"I'm not going to pretend that I understand that statement…" Maria said, raising an eyebrow, "and just let you know that you have to find a way to get Lily to talk about whatever has her on edge. Lily's angry, and she'll probably become less of a troublemaker if you can find out why."

"I think she's a troublemaker because I let your daughter hang out too much with mine." Quinn said through a small smile. "I know you're right, Maria. I just am not much of a feelings person myself, you know?"

"I know, Quinn. But I think you have to find a way to deal with it, for Lily's sake." Quinn nodded. "You know what happened when we allowed Santana's feelings to get the better of her…" Quinn nodded, a slightly terrified look crossing her eyes. "We really should have just sat her down and told her, 'we all know you're a big lesbian for Brittany, please stop terrorizing the neighbors.'"

"And your classmates."

"And random strangers." Quinn began laughing so hard she had to hold on to Maria's shoulder to stand up.

"So have you thought about any baby names yet?"

"Brittany, we're not even pregnant yet. We don't want to get ahead of ourselves." Mercedes said, grinning at her husband.

"If it's a girl, you should name her after you, Cedes!"

"What, like name her Mercedes the II, or Mercedes Junior? Cause, I don't think I'm down with that."

"No, you could name her after a car. Like Lexus, or Kia. I always thought Escalade would make a good name…" Mercedes looked at Brittany skeptically. Brittany had come a long way, but sometimes she still could be so strange.

Lily was sleeping curled up in Santana's lap with her head on Santana's shoulder.

"She adores you," Justin said to Santana. Santana simply shrugged.

"I'm pretty fucking awesome." Lily giggled sleepily. "Of course you choose this moment to wake up." Santana said to Lily. Lily shrugged. "What do you say we get you to the guest room with your sisters, sleepyhead."

"I'm not sleepy," Lily yawned.

"I know you're not, Bug," Santana smirked, picking up the little girl and taking her into the guest room with her already sleeping sisters.

"Seriously," Justin said, turning to face the rest of the group, "Lily really adores Santana."

"I think the feeling is mutual," Brittany said, taking a sip of her white wine. "I think Santana sees a mini-her in Lily."

"That's what makes me nervous," Quinn said. "Santana's personality combined with my jaw-dropping good looks…she's going to be like the spawn of Satan."

"You know that's what I called Santana in high school?" Mercedes said, laughing.

"Clearly, appropriate," Maria laughed.

"Don't be mean," Brittany chastised the group who were all laughing boisterously by now. "One day, I may actually have to raise the spawn of Satan…I mean Santana." At that, the entire group broke down in laughter.

"So," Santana began, reentering the porch, "when do I get to start giving Lily her guitar lessons?" The laughter on the patio grew louder. Santana scrunched up her forehead. "What did I miss?"

Quinn and Justin didn't get home and the girls in bed until a little after 12:30 that night. Quinn didn't regret anything. She'd had more fun tonight than she had in far too long. Especially more fun than she'd had with Justin for longer than she wished to remember.

"That was great," Justin said, crawling under the covers in just his boxers.

"I know," Quinn said from the bathroom, rinsing out her toothbrush. She placed it into the cup, and then slid in bed behind her husband.

"I've had a really great time with this weekend," Justin said, rolling over so he could look into his wife's eyes. He put his hand up to her cheek. "I've been missing out on so much. You have a whole life here with the girls and Santana and her family and school that I know nothing about. I just keep thinking, what am I going to do when I retire in ten years and come home to a bunch of teenage girls who don't know me, or worse, hate me, and a wife who I don't know anything about anymore?"

"I can't answer that for you, Justin."

"I know. And my job makes it so that I can't be home all the time. I know I sound like a broken record here, Quinn, but I'm going to do better. I have to do better." Quinn cut him off with a sweet gentle kiss. They kissed softly until they fell asleep.

"Quinn, wake up," Justin said, nudging her.

"What time is it?"

"1:30. Your phone keeps ringing." Quinn fumbled in the dark for her phone. 4 missed calls and 3 text messages. All from Rachel.

Rachel Berry:

Answer your phone. Important.

Rachel Berry:

I'm coming over.

Rachel Berry:

I'm here. Come outside.

The last text was from five minutes ago.

"Shit. Shit shit shit."

"What's wrong?" Justin asked.

"San emergency. I'll be right back." Quinn said, gently kissing Justin on the cheek.

Quinn tightened her robe while she crossed the street to where Rachel leaned against her car.

"WHAT do you think you are doing, Rachel?" Quinn hissed as she walked closer to Rachel. "Do you have any idea how irresponsible you're being, showing up at my house in the middle of the night, when my husband is here, no less? Do you think Rachel or do you just act on whatever fits your mood at any given moment?"

"Right, Quinn, because you're just the embodiment of impulse control."

"Don't you dare turn around and make this about me, Rachel. Just tell me what was so important that you couldn't wait to talk to me until my husband left tomorrow evening?" Quinn didn't know she still had the ability to hold her old high school glare as long as she just had, but she also couldn't remember the last time she'd been so mad. Rachel just looked silently at the ground.

"The movie is finished." Rachel said.

"Are you joking?" Quinn bitingly asked. "You dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night to tell me your movie was finished?"

"The movie is done."

"Why are you here, Rachel?"

"Give me a reason to stay, Quinn."

"What?" Quinn felt her breath catch in her throat. She had forgotten that Rachel didn't actually live in Los Angeles. This was temporary. And now the movie was done. There was no reason for Rachel to stay.

"The movie is done," Rachel said, interrupting Quinn's thought process. "No more filming, no more ADR…I have no reason to stay in LA. I own an apartment in New York. I have friends in New York. I have a life, my own life, waiting for me."

"Well, it sounds like you have your mind made up. I don't know why you came here."

"Because…"Rachel began, grasping both of Quinn's hands in her own. "I want you to give me a reason to not leave."

"Sarah."

"You know things will never go anywhere with us. I'm surprised we made it this far. We're too similar to love one another."

"You want to transition into movie acting."

"I can always fly from New York, and most talent agencies have New York and Los Angeles offices."

"Well then I don't know what to say, Rachel," Quinn said, barely keeping control of the bitch voice she was trying to maintain.

"You can't think of anything that would make me want to stay here?"

"No." They stood in silence until Rachel finally dropped Quinn's hands.

"I'm such an idiot!" Rachel yelled. "God, I can't believe I thought this time would be different. This didn't mean anything to you, did it Quinn?"

"How can you say that to me? I put everything on the line because I wanted this. But we're not kids anymore, Rach, can't you see that? I'm married, and I owe it to my husband and my children to at least attempt to make my marriage work." Rachel looked at the ground. "So if you were hoping I was the reason to stay here, you're mistaken. I can't, Rach, I just can't." She wiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I would have dropped it all for you, you know that?"

"You don't have as much to lose as I do," Quinn said through a sniffle, consciously straightening her back to regain what little illusion she had that she still had the upper hand.

"That was harsh, Quinn." Rachel said simply. She climbed in her car, but before she drove off, she rolled her window down. "You're selfish, Quinn, you know that? You always have been and you always will be. You slept with Puck because you were insecure, and then you told Finn he was Beth's father because he was the safer option. You dated Finn to be Prom Queen, and you dated Sam, but only when he was the Quarterback, and you treated Puck like shit after you had his baby because it made you feel better about yourself. You only started dating Justin for the popularity in college, and for someone to hang out with because Santana was too busy being in love with Brittany. You married him because you were pregnant and marrying him meant a lifetime of security. And you slept with me because it eased a little of the loneliness, a little of the emptiness you must feel everyday knowing that you are nothing more than a shell of a person. The worst part is, just like every other time, you will go back into your meticulously crafted utopia leaving yet another broken heart and another damaged individual. You're selfish, Quinn. I don't know why I thought you could change." Rachel rolled up the window and drove off without another word.

"This is the only selfless thing I have ever done," Quinn whispered, as Rachel's car drove down the street. She sat down on the curb of her perfectly manicured Beverly Hills lawn. She was pretty sure this had never happened in her neighborhood to someone over the age of 18. Once she had regained her composure, and was confident she had fought back all the tears she had for the night, she crawled into bed after Justin.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"Brittany and Santana had a baby problem."

"Then why'd they send Rachel to ask it?" Quinn felt her heart clench in her chest.

"Who knows, they're weird. Go to sleep, babe," Quinn said, folding herself into her husband.