Not Like I Think About You Constantly

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah.

Rating: M

Chapter Four

Homecoming

"I think that the last minute campaign posters were a good idea, don't you?" Quinn asked her boyfriend with a smug smile. She was confident that she was going to win, she always won, but she wanted to ensure her victory. Being seen in posters with the quarterback of the football team was the perfect way to do that.

"Yeah, I guess." He stated indifferently with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

"Of course it is only to ensure our inevitable victory. No one else can compete with us." She smirked.

Perhaps it was a shallow dream, but Quinn Fabray was obsessed with being the homecoming queen. Or more importantly the prom queen. When she was standing on that stage and they were placing that crown upon her head was the only time that she felt truly beautiful. It did not matter what boy she dated or how beautiful they believed her to be, the only time she felt truly chosen and beautiful was when she won homecoming queen.

And she planned to win again this year.

Finn leant in to continue kissing his girlfriend, but she was obviously not in the mood. Pulling back, Quinn cast her eyes toward her homecoming dress. "Do you think that the blue dress will look good on me, or should I try another color? I have to look perfect when I accept my crown."

"The blue one looks fine, babe. Now can we get back to makin' out?" He asked with a dorky half grin. He lent in to kiss her again and she pulled away.

"Finn, I can't right now. I have to get ready for tonight."

The truth was that she did not want to make out with him. She did not want his large hands fumbling over her face and down her neck before attempting to innocently graze her most intimate parts. She did not want to feel his lips against hers, or have his masculine scent surround her. Deep down she knew why, but she told him and every other boyfriend that it was because of her religion. She did not want to be too tempted to sin.

She was not tempted in the slightest.

At least not by them. The only one that allured her, that tempted her, that made her hate herself so much for sinning, was Rachel Barbra Berry.

Quinn had wondered on multiple occasions what it would be like to taste her full lips, to feel her tiny and delicate hands run down her neck and over her body. She had even had a few inappropriate dreams about the other woman. It made her feel excited, and that made her feel filthy.

This was what she was supposed to enjoy. Being with Finn. Being with men in general.

"Come on, Babe. Just for a few more minutes?" He asked, running his fingers through her hair and staring into her eyes.

'He probably thinks that this is some romantic moment... Why do I not feel anything for him? He's sweet and handsome... and gah!' "Fine a few more minutes, but then we have to get ready." She forced a smile and lent in to capture his lips in another kiss.

She could tell that he was enjoying the kiss by the soft humming noises that he made, but she just couldn't get into it. She couldn't feel the spark that people spoke about, the connection. 'If only it were her lips pressing up against mine... her fingers running through my hair and down my body toward my-Sweet Jesus! No!' She tried her hardest to ignore the thoughts of Rachel Berry. The way that her body would feel against her own, how her lips would feel against hers, and the way that she would moan and tremble when she touched her.

"Mm..." Quinn moaned out into the kiss. Finally she felt something.

It simply wasn't for the man that she was kissing.

O

Haley was lying on Rachel's bed reading through one of her favorite novels at the time, as her best friends both tried on outfits for the evening. Kurt and Rachel loved dressing up. Well, Kurt loved dressing Rachel up. He hated her fashion sense. He often informed her that short skirts, high socks, and argyle sweaters were not a combination that worked. For anyone.

Haley on the other hand just hated fashion. She never got dressed up for anything; it was too much of a hassle. She had a feeling that it might be linked with her family and their financial situation. Having seven brothers and sisters living in the same house as you, and being the youngest, she usually just got hand-me-downs from her siblings. Her parents never took them out to buy new clothes and with the two jobs that she had currently, she was helping them pay bills and saving for a car so she wouldn't have to walk to school.

When you did not have money, fashion lost its appeal.

Still, Rachel and Kurt had been completely appalled when she had told them that she planned on wearing jeans and a t-shirt to the dance.

"Are you certain that you are not going to dress up for tonight, Hales? It could be fun. You could dance with that handsome young man that you tutor, it would be so romantic." Rachel said with a twirl as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a pink dress and her hair was done up beautifully. She wanted to impress a certain young blonde who was bringing a date. The thought of Finn and Quinn dancing together caused her stomach to twist uncomfortably.

'I wish that I could share just one dance with her… then my life would be complete…'

She knew that it was never going to happen. Quinn Fabray would never allow her to dance with her, but she could still dream.

"You mean Nathan?"

"Of course, he obviously has a crush on you." Rachel smirked and took a seat on the edge of the bed as she waited for Kurt to reveal his outfit. He had insisted upon making his custom and unique.

Haley laughed. The thought of Nathan Scott having a crush on her was completely absurd. He was one of the most popular boys in school and she certainly was not one of the popular girls. "Yeah right. A guy like him could never have a crush on a girl like me."

"Someone forgot to tell him that, because he is definitely interested in you." Kurt said with wide smile as he walked out of the bathroom sporting an outfit that he had personally hand-stitched. It was a tuxedo jacket and a kilt with adorable boots. "How do I look?"

Rachel grew excited as she witnessed his outfit and she immediately stood to her feet and looked the young man over, all conversation about Nathan completely lost. Haley told him that his outfit looked nice and then she returned to the book that she had been reading, but her mind was now consumed with what they had been talking about.

Was it possible that he really had a crush on her?

The idea was flattering. Nathan was a very attractive and very popular man and it made her feel special to think that he would be interested in her. Yet, oddly enough her heart didn't race like it had when Brooke kissed her. Even just the memory of the way that Brooke's lips had felt against her own was enough to cause her body to heat up and her heart to leap.

O

Kurt, Rachel, and Haley found themselves sitting alone at one of the many tables in the gymnasium. It was depressing. They had gotten all dressed up with some romantic notion in mind, and they had been disappointed. No one wanted to dance with any of them. Haley was even more grateful that she did not spend any money on a dress now. At least she could feign indifference.

Honestly though, she was indifferent. She had not expected to dance with anyone at this party, and she didn't know what Kurt and Rachel had expected.

Rachel wanted to dance with her worst enemy at the school, the woman who tortured her constantly, and she had hoped that dressing up all pretty would get her to stop hating her. Kurt had wanted to dance with a young man, but he knew that there were no other gay kids at the school. At least not ones that were out and proud like he was.

"I cannot believe that Quinn has not even noticed me." Rachel muttered as she placed her chin in her hands and stared toward the dance floor where the blonde was dancing with her boyfriend.

Haley gave her a pointed look and Rachel sighed. "I know Haley, you are a realist. You believe that I pretty much set myself up for failure with this huge romantic notion that Quinn Fabray would notice me tonight, and perhaps I did, but I was really hoping that she would."

"Rach, it's just, I didn't want you to get your hopes up."

"Well, it is a little too late for that." She groaned out and buried her head in her arms. "I am so pathetic. What would ever make me believe that this would work?"

"Hey, at least you dressed up for someone. I got all dressed up for no one." Kurt pointed out with a sad smile at Rachel.

"True. Even so, that only makes your situation superiorly pathetic; it does not make my situation less pathetic."

"Thanks." He stated sarcastically with a roll of his blue eyes.

Haley found herself zoning out from Rachel and Kurt's conversation as it progressed, her large brown eyes focused on someone behind her friends and across the dance floor. It was Brooke Davis and she was standing next to the punchbowl that was undoubtedly spiked, flirting with some man. She already looked completely intoxicated.

'So much for working on herself…'

Haley's stomach lurched back and forth and her muscles tensed as she watched Brooke pull the boy closer to her and start kissing him with fever. Her heart was racing as she watched the scene and her skin was growing hot. She recognized the feeling. Even though she was not often jealous, she was on occasion, and that was definitely how she felt at that moment.

'But, why would I be jealous of that guy… Because he gets to kiss her…? That doesn't make any sense.'

Her eyes widened as she watched Brooke try and push the boy away from her. He pushed back, forcing his lips onto hers. She was struggling, but in her drunken stupor she did not put up much of a fight as she was dragged forcefully toward the hallway. 'Wait, where the hell does he think that he is taking her? She obviously doesn't want to go with him.'

Haley found herself growing angry as she watched Brooke struggle in his arms.

She abruptly stood to her feet, interrupting Rachel and Kurt's conversation as she walked away from their table toward the hallway where Brooke and the guy had disappeared. She was not going to allow some guy to hurt an innocent woman, especially not Brooke.

Kurt and Rachel exchanged confused looks.

As she rounded one of the corners in the hallway, she heard strangled cries for help and Haley recognized the deep and raspy voice immediately. It was Brooke. She was screaming for help, her voice cracking with every cry.

Haley ran in the direction of the screams and when she saw the man holding Brooke against the lockers she ran up to him. "Get away from her!"

He smirked at her. "This is none of your business. Unless you want to join."

The tutor cast her eyes to Brooke and they connected with tear filled hazel, it was the most devastating sight in the world. She looked so broken and empty and powerless. "I said. Get away from her!" Haley shouted out, pushing the man off of the cheerleader. When he lunged at her in an attempt to attack her, she pulled back her arm and punched him square in the nose. Blood started to poor from it.

"You fucking bitch." He moved toward her and Haley stepped protectively in front of Brooke, staring up into the man's eyes with angry brown. She knew that she was short, but she was confident in her strength and she planned to protect Brooke.

"Get away from us or I swear to god I will hurt you." Haley stated in a low and serious voice. It was terrifying.

The man sucked in his cheeks and glared down at her, before looking over her shoulder at the drunken woman, finally he threw up his hands. "Whatever." He said and walked away.

Haley glared after him for a few minutes after he departed. She was still angry with him for what he had done, and a bloody nose did not really suffice, she wanted him to suffer for tormenting women. She was dragged out of her thoughts as she heard soft sniffling noises behind her and all of her anger quickly turned into concern for Brooke. Turning around she opened her arms to the shaking woman.

"Come here, Brooke." She pulled her into her arms and stared down the hallway. There was no place to really go to talk about what had happened. Suddenly she heard her keys jingle around her neck and she knew just the place.

"This way."

O

Caroline looked into the bathroom mirror, fixing her curls and redoing her makeup for the fifteenth time in the last hour. She needed to look perfect for when she went up on stage. Just in case she won that crown. This would be the first year that she ever won. Quinn always won. She loved her friend so much; they had known each other all their lives, but she envied her for her breathtaking beauty.

She knew that she was beautiful as well, but Quinn had a different sort of beauty. It was captivating and everyone noticed her. Caroline never felt like anyone noticed her when she was standing next to the other woman.

Tonight, they would notice her.

She looked perfect.

Her ears perked up as she heard the announcer over the microphone telling them that the crowning of the homecoming queen was starting. She packed up her purse quickly and looked herself over in the mirror once more, twirling and smiling at her reflection. She had a feeling that this year was going to be her year.

Caroline moved across the gym toward the door that led backstage. Just as she was about to enter it though, she was halted by a voice that she recognized.

"Good luck, Caroline." It was Rebekah.

She turned to look at the other blonde with confused blue eyes. "Uh, thanks." She wondered why Rebekah would wish her good luck. Wasn't she in competition with her? Didn't she want to steal Tyler and her squad? 'Maybe she rigged it so that something bad would happen to me when I get on stage…' She concluded as she walked backstage and waited for her name to be called.

Her heart was racing in her chest and her mind was still repeating what Rebekah had said. She did not understand the other woman. Nothing that she did made any sense.

One minute they were arguing and the next minute she was giving her compliments or calling her cute nicknames. 'They are not cute!'

The announcer called them all on stage and Caroline and Quinn exchanged empty 'good lucks.' Neither really wanted the other to win. Once on stage the man started to award the second runner-ups. 'At least I didn't get third place…' She thought as she chewed on her bottom lip and stared out at the crowd, she could see Rebekah watching her closely and it made her even more nervous. She wondered if she won, if Rebekah's eyes would fill with pride or anger.

"And, the runner up for homecoming queen is…" He paused for dramatic effect which nearly killed her. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears at this point. 'Please don't call my name. Please don't call my name.'

"Caroline Forbes."

Her heart fell. Her chest tightened. And she felt like she was suffocating.

'I lost again…'

Caroline turned and forced a smile in Quinn's direction, noticing that she looked extremely proud and smug. Of course she did though, she won. Turning to face the crowd she walked up and accepted her sash. She felt mortified and completely embarrassed. All of the hours that she spent talking to the people at her school, making friends, planning parties and dances, and dressing up beautifully, it was once again all for nothing.

She looked down into the crowd, expecting Rebekah's eyes to be full of joy at her loss. Yet, shimmering behind them was sadness and disappointment.

She waved politely at the crowd and thanked them, before returning to her spot on stage and watching as Quinn walked up to the front of the stage and proudly accepted her crown. It truly was her crown after all of the times that she had worn it.

Caroline was not shocked when Finn won homecoming king and not Tyler.

And as Quinn and Finn walked out onto the dance floor to share their first dance together, she fully understood why they won. They were the most attractive and popular people in the school and she would always just be Quinn's best friend.

She bowed her head in shame and walked off of the stage.

Across the room, Rachel Berry watched Quinn dance with Finn, with a frown on her face and sorrow in her large brown eyes. She envied what he had. She wanted to be the one holding the beautiful blonde close to her, the one kissing her forehead and whispering sweet nothings in her ear, the one telling her congratulations. He didn't deserve her. He didn't cherish her the way that Rachel did.

She had watched the way that they interacted with each other and she knew that he did not respect her. He did not really recognize how special he was to have a chance with her.

She hated that she would never be the one to show Quinn just how special she was. That no matter what she did, no matter how sweet and helpful she was to Quinn, the other woman would always hate her.

'I just want her to be my friend, I could be happy with friends… Is that really so much to ask?'

O

Rebekah watched as Caroline lent against one of the lockers in the hallway. She had her arms wrapped protectively around her chest and her entire body was shaking as tears streamed down her face. She was gasping for breath as she muttered to herself about how it was supposed to be her year to win, and how she could never win because she would never be as pretty as Quinn.

It broke her heart to see her feeling so worthless.

"Caroline." She stated quietly as she approached the other blonde. She did not wish to startle her or cause her to lash out at her. As much as the British woman enjoyed teasing Caroline, she did not want to do so when she looked so vulnerable.

"What do you want Rebekah?" Caroline asked spitefully, not turning to look at the other woman due to the shame that she felt. Her rival was seeing her breaking down in tears against her locker. "Come to rub it in my face that I didn't win?"

"Of course not." Rebekah declined.

Caroline turned to glare at her with tear filled eyes. "Okay, fine! Get it out of your system, I lost. You win—wait, what did you just say?"

"I said that I am not here to rub your loss in your face, dear."

"But…" Her voice trailed off and she furrowed her brow perplexed. It did not make any sense. This was the perfect opportunity for her to crush her and she wasn't going to take it? What kind of rival was she? "Why not?"

"Because, I truly believe that you are the rightful owner of that crown, lover."

'There she goes calling me lover again… what the heck is up with this girl!? Does she not know what an enemy is! She isn't supposed to tell me sweet stuff like the crown belonged to me! God!' "Wait, so you wanted me to win? But why? That doesn't make any sense."

Rebekah took a step closer to Caroline and smiled gently as she stared into her eyes. "I wanted you to win, because you deserved to win." She laughed a little at the adorable expression of confusion that crossed the beautiful woman's face. "I even cast my vote for you."

Caroline could feel her heart racing as Rebekah's heated breath rushed against her face and down over her neck. She was almost positive that she was blushing at this point. There was just something about the proximity of the British woman's lips to her own, and the way that she was staring into her eyes with such an intense gaze, mixed with the sweet words that she was saying, that caused Caroline's body to react strangely.

"No, you're wrong. I didn't deserve it." She shook her head, tears reforming behind her eyes. "I'm nowhere near as pretty as Quinn is."

"See dear, that attitude right there is exactly why you deserved to win that crown."

"What do you mean?"

"You deserved to feel like you were the most beautiful and desirable woman in the room for a night. Namely because you do not think of yourself in such a way."

"Oh." Caroline understood now. Rebekah did not want her to win because she thought that she deserved it, she wanted her to win because she felt bad for her. She pitied her for never having won before and she felt like it was her turn. 'Or something like that…'

"But, you know what love?" She asked with a smirk.

"What?"

Rebekah reached out and stroked a few stray curls out of the other woman's face before leaning forward and barely grazing her lips against Caroline's pale cheek as she whispered hotly against her ear. "You are."

"I—I-I'm what?" She stuttered, unable to think properly as she felt those soft lips brushing against her ear and her breath rushing against her neck, it caused her to shiver and an undeniable ache to form between her thighs. 'What is wrong with me! MOVE!'

"You are the most desirable woman here tonight." Rebekah smiled and pulled back; enjoying the shocked look that Caroline was wearing as she turned on her heels and walked down the hallway toward the gymnasium. Someone needed to tell her just how beautiful she was, and she was more than happy to be the one to do so.

'Okay, what is with this new girl? Does she hate me, or is she like in love with me?

O

"What is going on with you Brooke? I thought that you were working on changing this behavior." Haley said as she looked to the girl sitting beside her on the floor in the tutor center. She would have sat at one of the tables, but Brooke had proceeded to collapse on the floor when they got into the room.

"And what would make you think that?" She asked spitefully with a raised brow at the tutor, her voice slurring due to the alcohol that she had consumed.

"I don't know." Haley laughed sarcastically. "Wishful thinking I guess. I just thought that when you showed up at the tutor center wanting to work on your grades that you were going to start caring. Caring about not only your grades, but your body. Caring about yourself."

"What's the point?" She raised her hands and flashed her a dimpled grin.

"Seriously, you are asking me what the point is Brooke?"

She nodded drunkenly.

"The point is that you are an amazing woman with so much potential and you are throwing it away because you don't care about yourself!" Haley exclaimed, putting so much passion behind her words that it was difficult for Brooke not to believe them. Still, she was not about to change her ways just because some girl told her she had potential. She knew the truth. She had no potential.

"Well, why should I care about myself Haley? No one else does."

"Brooke, that isn't true!" Haley insisted adamantly. She did not understand how the other woman had become so broken, but she wanted her to know that she was not alone. That people did care about her. That she cared about her.

"Sure it is." Brooke laughed under her breath. It contradicted the tears that started to fall freely again.

Haley did not say anything; she simply reached out and linked her fingers with Brooke's, squeezing her hand gently in order to show her that someone was there for her. When the cheerleader's tears subsided, she asked in a soft tone. "Why do you do this to yourself, Brooke?"

"Don't you understand Haley? It doesn't matter what I do. I could be a straight A student or a drunken whore. They still won't even notice."

"Who won't notice?"

"My parents."

Haley's heart clenched as she heard this. Now all of the pieces to the puzzle were coming together and she was starting to understand why Brooke acted the way that she did. "They don't pay attention to you."

Brooke rolled her eyes and pursed her lips in frustration as she heard the statement. "The understatement of the year." She paused and glanced over at Haley, catching her large brown eyes with hazel. "You know, I've seen them three times in the last two years. They're always busy with work and off living their lives. I mean nothing to them."

"I'm sure that's not true." She tried.

"It is true Haley!" Brooke insisted. "My mom told me that my dad didn't even want me. That she hates me for being born because I ruined their marriage, just because I was born. She said that she never wanted another kid because of me Haley! Because of me!" Her tears were falling full force again and her voice cracked under the weight of the emotion. She had never talked to Caroline or Quinn about her living situation; she had never talked to anyone.

"So I ask you again. What's the point?" She laughed. "If I can't make them happy, then what the hell is the point?"

"I'm so sorry, Brooke." Haley whispered as she traced her thumb over the back of Brooke's hand, trying to make her feel better. "But, there still is a point."

Brooke looked at her with uncertainty.

"There is. The point is that you deserve to be happy. You are worth it and you owe it to yourself."

Taking in a breath, she cast her hazel eyes down at their interlocked hands and chewed on her bottom lip before asking Haley, "Do you want to know why I sleep with all of these guys?"

The question seemed random to the tutor, but it was obvious that the beautiful woman wanted to open up to her. She wanted to tell her, so she nodded. She wanted to know anything and everything that she would tell her.

"I sleep with them, because without them everything gets so lonely. That big empty house where I sleep alone every night, coming home on Christmas to find gifts but no family, it is all so lonely. They give me attention. And for one night I get to pretend that I am loved, they make me feel important." Her voice shook.

Haley's eyes widened as she heard the explanation, it felt like someone was squeezing her heart. It hurt so much seeing Brooke in so much pain. She was finally seeing the woman behind the devious grin, the woman with the broken heart.

"Well, you have me now and I'll work to make sure that you always know just how important you are. Every single day. I promise."

"Really, Haley?"

"Really."

O

Finn smiled down at Quinn as they stood on the porch in front of her house. He was hoping to have some more time with the beautiful woman, but she did not seem in the mood to spend any more time with him than necessary.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, Finn."

"You're welcome." He smiled.

Silence filled the air around them and they both awkwardly waited for the next person to say something. Quinn could tell that he was waiting for an invitation of some sort, but there was no way that she was inviting him in. She had far too much on her mind to pretend to be straight for tonight.

"So, uh, I was thinkin' that maybe I could y'know, come inside and spend some more time with you?"

"You thought wrong. Thank you for going with me to homecoming, Finn. But, I am going to turn in, alone." She turned away from him and walked into her house, leaving him on the porch wearing a confused expression as he watched her shut the front door.

Judy was waiting for Quinn when she walked into the main room of the house.

"How was your date, Quinnie?"

"It was wonderful." She lied and forced a smile, her mother looked more than pleased by this news.

"That is great news!"

"Yeah, great news." Quinn mumbled as she walked past her mother and up the stairs toward her bedroom. She just wanted to escape from her prison of a reality for a little while. She had thought that winning the homecoming queen crown would make everything better, or at least bearable, but it hadn't done either.

Walking into her room, she kicked off her heels and fell over onto her bed. She did not bother to move the covers or to change into something more comfortable, her body was numb and she just wanted to lie in bed and cry for a while. Tears started to roll down her cheeks as her body shook and she clung onto the sheets tightly. She could recall how beautiful Rachel had looked tonight, in her adorable pink dress, with her dark hair curled and dressed up. Makeup accentuating her large gorgeous brown eyes. She looked perfect.

All that she had wanted to do was to walk over to her and ask her to dance with her. But, she couldn't.

She was a coward.

O

"So, you're coming over to my house after this clean up thing, right babe?" Tyler asked with a smile as he looked down at Caroline.

The blonde smiled back at her boyfriend. She was proud to finally be dating him. She had a crush on him since middle school and she had always been too nervous to ask him out on a date, she never felt like he would say yes to her. "Yes, I'll be over right after."

"Okay, good, see ya then." He leant down and delivered a quick kiss to her lips before tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans and walking down the hallway.

Caroline walked into the room where the dance committee met, and she noticed that Rebekah had obviously been eavesdropping on her and Tyler's conversation. The other blonde quickly busied herself on cleaning and she smirked. 'Looks like I finally found what she wanted… Tyler…'

"Isn't that adorable. You two look positively chummy." Rebekah muttered as she threw some leftover food away.

Caroline grinned from ear to ear. She felt like she finally was about to win an argument with Rebekah. "And you look positively jealous, lover." She stated in a mock-British accent.

"That is because I am jealous." She smirked.

"Wait what?" 'She's not supposed to just admit it!'

"Yes, I am quite jealous. Unbearably so. Just not for the reasons that you are blindly assuming."

"Okay, whatever that means." Caroline said in a sarcastic tone as she started to clean up the gymnasium alongside Rebekah. She never understood what the other woman was talking about. She made no sense. She was telling her that she was jealous, but not about what she was thinking. But, what else could she be jealous about?

Rebekah tugged her full bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it as she sorted through some of the trash. "So, are you going over to his place after this?"

"Yeah." She said with a smug grin.

Taking in a breath she tried to force down the nauseating feeling of jealousy. She hated thinking about Caroline with Tyler, especially if they would be doing what she figured that they would be doing. "Well, isn't that splendid." Rebekah dropped what she was cleaning and walked out of the room.

"Wait! Rebekah, we still have a lot…" Caroline's voice trailed off when she noticed that she was gone. "To clean up…"

O

Authors Note:

Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews! I decided to add another chapter because of all of the encouragement! I am so happy that y'all are enjoying this story and I hope that you like this chapter. :) If y'all enjoy it please leave me some more reviews and if I get enough reviews I promise to add another chapter tomorrow!

Thank you so much for reading! You are all so amazing! :)

-Tracy Cook