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 Twenty-Six

Control-Freak

Caroline had her blonde curls pulled out of her face and into a ponytail, and she was wearing a white apron that her mother had bought years ago when they were all still a family. It hadn't been used in a long time. And Caroline had never thought that she would use it.

She wasn't much of a cook. In fact, the only thing that she hated more than cooking was cleaning. From time to time she would cook an appetizer for a party, but usually she just ordered caterers when more cooking was involved than she could handle. When at home, her mother would always make the meals, or when she was working Caroline would just eat fast food.

So, why was she cooking breakfast that morning?

Because, as much as she hated cooking, she loved Rebekah more.

She had woken up earlier than her girlfriend and she wanted to do something special for her. After all of the terrible things that the two of them had gone through, she wanted to help bring some happiness into the other woman's life. She wanted to take away a little bit of the tragedy and darkness that surrounded her.

And her solution was pancakes. When her mother and father lived together, they used to make pancakes in the morning and she loved them. They always brought a smile to her face. She hoped that they would do the same for Rebekah.

As of yet, she was proud of herself.

She had burnt them a little bit, but for the most part they looked delicious.

Caroline pushed the spatula under the pancake and she flipped it over. Smiling smugly when she saw that she once again had succeeded in not burning it.

Feeling a sudden pressure against her hips, she jumped and let out a little surprised squeak. Her body tensed and started to react when she felt heated breath rushing against the back of her neck and her ear. There was a familiar intoxicating scent that surrounded her body, and she knew exactly who it was. Rebekah.

Caroline's lips twisted up happily as she relaxed into Rebekah's embrace and glanced up at her. "Mmm… Good morning." She hummed, finding herself lost in the warmth and safety of her lover's embrace.

"Good morning, sweets." She stated playfully, delicately kissing the top of her head. "What are you making? It smells delicious."

Blue eyes snapped open and Caroline frantically pulled away from Rebekah and refocused her attention on the pancake that was now burning. "Oh god! No, no, no, no! It smells—" She lifted the pancake with the spatula and put it on the plate with the others. The back of it was completely black. "—Burnt." She finished with a pout.

Caroline abruptly twisted around so that she was staring up at her girlfriend. Her bottom lip protruding and an upset look on her face. "Thanks a lot! You totally distracted me and made me burn it!"

Rebekah's smirk widened. "That is not fair. You are the one who distracted me first."

"How did I distract you!?"

"Showing off the domestic qualities that I did not even know you possessed, all the while sporting that adorable apron. How could I possibly resist?" Her accented voice deepened seductively as she leant down and captured Caroline's bottom lip between her own, sucking gently on it. Caroline let out a groan when she felt the pleasurable sensations run through her body.

Rebekah pulled back a little and the other blonde crossed her arms and returned to glaring at her. "You are seriously blaming me for this?" She laughed humorlessly.

"We are both to blame, love. We simply distract each other far too easily."

She squinted her eyes at her and then shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, I guess I can accept that."

Rebekah chuckled under her breath and leant forward capturing Caroline's lips in a passionate kiss. She lifted her hand and gripped the back of her girlfriend's neck and dragged her body closer to her own, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip and grinning when she heard her let out a moan of pleasure. She tugged Caroline's bottom lip between her teeth and bit down hard. "Mmm… Fuck." Caroline gasped as she pulled out of the kiss and stared up at her.

At first, Rebekah had been worried that she had crossed the line. That she had actually hurt the woman that she loved. She never wanted to hurt her, not physically or emotionally. But, the look on her face told her that she had not pulled away because she was in pain.

Her blue eyes had darkened with desire and her lips were swollen and coated in saliva. She was staring up at her with longing and desperation. Like she wanted to pull Rebekah close to her and shag her right against the stove. Their lips were still close together and they could feel each other breathing, practically taste each other.

"Kiss me…" Caroline whimpered out weakly, tugging on Rebekah's shirt and pulling her body closer to her. "Please?"

"As tempting as that sounds, I am starved." She paused and cast her eyes over her shoulder toward the two plates of pancakes. "And those pancakes do appear to be edible."

Caroline scoffed at the word edible. She knew that Rebekah was just trying to get under her skin. They teased each other all of the time. It was a part of their relationship that she actually really liked, but the teasing still got the best of her from time to time. "Edible!?" She threw her hands up in frustration. "That's all you have to say after I slaved over a hot oven all morning, trying to make you breakfast!?"

"Yes." She stated simply as she walked toward the counter and picked up one of the plates, taking it to the table and taking a seat. Caroline took the other plate and walked over to the table, taking a seat beside her and sulking.

"Are you not planning on eating?" Rebekah questioned curiously.

"I don't feel like eating, not after you were so mean to me." She glared over at her and the blonde Brit laughed amusedly at her childishness. "I was just trying to do something nice for you."

"And I truly am appreciative."

"You didn't sound very appreciative."

Rebekah's full lips twisted up. "That is only because I could not resist the opportunity to tease you. I find it entertaining to frustrate you. You start pouting, and you get these worry lines across your brow that are quite delightful."

Caroline gasped when she mentioned the wrinkles that she got when she was mad. Girlfriends were not supposed to point those things out. "I do not!"

"Do too." She pointed her fork at her. "You have them right now."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Caroline returned to pouting and staring at her "edible" food.

Rebekah took another bite of her food and smiled over at Caroline. "Mmm, no worries, love. These are absolutely delicious."

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Brooke was lying on her back in bed, staring at Haley who was typing away on her laptop. She was wearing her reading glasses and she had a serious look on her face. Her brow was furrowed in thought and concentration. 'God, she looks so freaking sexy when she is nerd-ing out.' She thought to herself.

Just then, the tutor tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it as she read whatever was on the screen.

"You are so sexy when you go into studious nerd mode." Brooke said with a dimpled smirk on her lips.

A blush painted Haley's cheeks and she shot a look at her girlfriend. "I'm always in studious nerd mode." She pointed out.

"Mmm… Yeah, I know." Brooke pushed herself into a seated position and moved behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind and pulling her body tight against her own. "Which means you are always sexy." She whispered hotly against Haley's ear.

"Am not." Haley easily dismissed the compliment and refocused her attention on the computer screen. She was just about to activate the new website for Brooke's clothes. They were planning on selling them from home. "Alright, there you go! I put up the four designs that you made, so hopefully people will start purchasing them soon."

Brooke rested her chin against the other woman's shoulder and stared over it at the computer. She knew nothing about starting her own company or selling her product online.

"So, how long do you think it's gonna take to start selling my dresses?" She asked excitedly.

Haley shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, Brooke. I used some free advertising sites to promote it, but it just depends on how many people visit the site and if they like what we are selling them."

"How many so far?" Brooke nudged her from behind.

"Let's see." She chewed on her bottom lip again as she refreshed the page. Internally she sent up a prayer that some of the designs had sold. It would devastate Brooke if no one was buying her dresses. 'She deserves this… she deserves to be happy and to see just how talented she truly is…'

Haley's brown eyes widened when she saw that twenty dresses had already been sold. The site had only been up for a few minutes.

"Haley, does that say twenty orders?" Brooke asked with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in shock as she turned to look at her. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest as she contemplated making twenty dresses overnight.

Haley turned and smiled brightly at her. Then she clicked refresh again. "Not anymore! Now it says thirty! Isn't this incredible, Brooke?" She looked back over at the cheerleader and instantly noticed that she was not excited about the situation. She looked terrified and a little bit sick at the news.

"Incredible is NOT the word I would use to describe it!" She informed frantically. "This is terrible Hales! How the hell am I supposed to make thirty dresses that fast!?"

"Wait?" She raised a brow at her. "What did you think was going to happen?"

Brooke climbed out of bed and started to pace manically in front of it, throwing her hands around as she explained herself. "I don't know! I didn't think people were actually gonna order anything, and if they did, I figured they'd just order the stuff I already made." She paused and turned to look at Haley, lifting her hands naively. "Stupid idea?"

The tutor stared at her like she was insane. She had not planned ahead and made the dresses? She couldn't believe it, but she was not mad at her either. She just wanted to find a solution to the problem. Haley stood to her feet and walked across the room toward Brooke, gently running her hands over her arms in an attempt to calm her anxieties.

"Okay, calm down, Brooke." She soothed. "I can shut down the site and we can catch up on the orders."

Brooke breathed a little easier when she heard this. "Thanks, babe."

"How many dresses have you made anyway?"

"Four." She offered her a sheepish grin.

"Oh god! Brooke!" Haley shouted, running over to the computer and shutting down the site. There were now forty orders and they only had four dresses made. That meant that they were going to have to make over thirty dresses in one night. It seemed impossible.

"Haley, I'm sorry!" She whined, walking toward the other woman. "I should have thought it through better! I told you that I wouldn't be any good at this." Her voice broke and her hazel eyes shimmered with tears.

Haley turned quickly and rushed toward Brooke, holding onto her arms and forcing her to look into her eyes. "It's okay. We are going to fix this. We are just going to need a little help." She smiled reassuringly.

"Promise?" Her voice cracked.

"I promise." Haley leant up on her tiptoes and kissed Brooke softly. "Now, go call your friends. We're going to need all the hands we can get."

"Sounds kinky." Brooke smirked and waggled her brows suggestively, earning a glare from the tutor.

"Brooke."

"Fine!"

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Rachel could feel her anxiety rising as she climbed out of the car and walked toward the movie theatre with Quinn. On any other date it wouldn't have been a big deal. Dinner and the movies was the classic date choice after all. But, this was not a normal date. This was a date with Quinn Fabray, out in public. This was her attempting to prove that she loved her and that she was ready to take the next step in their relationship.

This date meant the world to both of them.

She glanced over at the blonde and smiled as she looked her over. It was beyond obvious that she was nervous. Her hands were shaking and she was fidgeting uncomfortably. But, overall Quinn looked happy.

She was wearing a beautiful summer dress that was flowing in the wind, her blonde hair was down and slightly curled, and she was wearing an adorable white hat to match. Rachel was wearing one of her favorite dresses; a black and white polka dotted one, and some nice flats. She wanted to look nice for the date.

Rachel did not want to be worried that the date would be too much pressure for Quinn, but she was. She was so scared that when people started staring at the two of them, she would put up her walls and push her away again.

If that happened, she would never forgive her. It hurt too much being pushed away from her.

Her worries melted away when she felt warm fingers intertwine with her own, and a gentle squeeze against her hand. She hastily glanced down at their interlocked hands and blushed softly as brown eyes focused on the contact. Quinn was holding her hand in public and pulling her toward the movie theatre.

"Come on, we're going to be late." She said with a smile.

Rachel beamed back at her and she allowed Quinn to lead the way toward the theatre. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest as she watched the people in the theatre turn and look at them. Some of them looked indifferent, but a good majority of them looked shocked, confused, or disgusted, and yet Quinn seemed unfazed. She did not pull away. She may have even pulled Rachel closer.

They moved toward the ticket booth and Quinn tensed a little when the attendant glanced down at their interlocked hands. She did not let it ruin her evening though. She refused to push Rachel away again. If she did, she would probably lose her forever.

"Two tickets for 'What Happens in Vegas." She told her. Even though she would rather watch a horror movie any day, she knew that Rachel preferred romantic comedies. Plus, she also knew that Rachel was easily scared and that would be terribly rude to force her to endure a horror movie on their first real date.

"Here you go." She handed them the tickets. "Enjoy the movie."

"Thank you." Quinn smiled gratefully and started into the theatre, still holding onto Rachel's hand as she led the way. She loved the way that it felt holding the starlet's hand in public. The way that people were looking at her didn't even bother her as much as she thought it would. She was proud to love Rachel.

Suddenly, she halted in her tracks as she spotted an older woman that knew her mother. It seemed that everyone in town knew her parents. 'The perks of living in a small town…' She thought sarcastically.

The woman approached her and waved. "Hello there Quinn, nice to see you again. How have things been going?"

"They've been going okay." She responded, her muscles tensing.

"That's good." She smiled. "And your parents are doing alright?"

"Yeah…" Just the mention of her parents made her anxiety that much worse. It reminded her that the woman standing before her could easily mention the interaction to them. Rachel's eyes widened when she heard that the older woman knew Quinn's parents and she looked between the two of them. She actually had the urge to pull her hand away, but Quinn held onto it tightly to her surprise.

"Great!" The woman glanced over at Rachel and eyed their hands suspiciously. "So, um, who is your friend?"

"She's my um…" Quinn hesitated and looked over at Rachel, not knowing what to say. Finally, she decided to just go for it. She wasn't going to hold back any longer. "She's my girlfriend actually. Rachel Berry."

"Quinn…" Rachel breathed out, her eyes large and full of fear.

"It is fine, Rach." She insisted.

"Oh, I see." The woman sounded disgusted. "Yeah, I've heard of you." She returned her attention to Quinn and completely ignored Rachel's existence as she spoke. "I've got to get going, but I'll see you around Quinn. Say hello to your folks."

"Will do."

Both of them let out a breath of relief when the other woman left them alone. Then Rachel turned to stare at the blonde with confused eyes and a furrowed brow. "Quinn, you did not have to inform that woman about our relationship status. I do understand that your parents cannot know about us."

"I wanted to tell her about you. I'm not ashamed to be your girlfriend." A blush covered her pale cheeks when she realized that she had called Rachel her girlfriend while they were not dating.

"Technically—"

"—I know. Technically I'm not your girlfriend, at least not yet, but I plan to be soon." The admittance caused the brunette to smile widely. She loved that Quinn sounded so determined to be with her.

"I don't want to hide our love anymore. I meant it when I said that I was changing." Hazel eyes stared directly into brown and she squeezed Rachel's hand. "Something just clicked inside of me and I realized that none of it mattered. None of them matter. You are what matters the most to me."

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Quinn never knew that someone could be so beautiful. But, in the darkness of the theatre sitting beside her was the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth. She found herself watching the petite diva more than she was watching the actual movie itself. The sight was mesmerizing.

Rachel Berry was always beautiful. Covered in slushie, singing a solo, talking loudly and proudly about herself; she was always beautiful. Quinn had never seen her as beautiful as she was in that moment though. Because, in that moment she saw a side of her that she had never seen. Rachel Berry looked genuinely happy.

Not just optimistic and attempting to keep her chin up through the pain. Simply joyful.

When she laughed at the comedic parts of the film, it was loud and caught the attention of everyone around them. People gave her dirty looks and told her to be quiet, but she didn't allow them to bring her down and continued laughing. For Quinn, her laughter was music to her ears. It was proof that she was actually enjoying their date and that she could actually make the other woman feel other things aside from pain and misery.

She never wanted to make her anything aside from happy again.

Quinn loved watching her brown eyes shimmer with excitement, and the feeling of her thumb ghosting delicately over her hand. Such a simple touch caused her stomach to twist in knots and her heart to threaten to leap out of her chest.

"Isn't this so romantic, Quinn?" Rachel turned to look at her and smiled brightly. She loved the movie.

Quinn caught Rachel's eyes and furrowed her brow, laughing. "They completely hate each other." She pointed out.

"Yeah, they hate each other now, but you know that they are going to end up with each other." Her voice came out softer and breathier then before as she stared deep into the blonde's eyes, and then glanced down to her perfect lips. She wanted to lean forward and kiss her and she could tell that Quinn wanted it as well. "That's why it is romantic."

She couldn't help but feel like Rachel was talking about the two of them and she was finding it difficult to breath. Swallowing hard, she nodded and leant in a little closer so that her lips were hovering over the other woman's. "Sounds familiar."

"Yes, I suppose that it does." She smiled and her brown eyes fluttered closed. Neither knew which one of them closed the gap and started the slow and sensual kiss.

The kiss was short and sweet, but it meant a lot to them. It especially meant a lot to Quinn who was worried that Rachel was moving on without her.

"I am having a wonderful time." Rachel admitted in a hushed tone.

"I'm glad."

She felt like she was about to cry from the overwhelming emotions, but she held her tears back and smiled when Rachel rested her head against her shoulder and snuggled up against her side, her eyes still focused intently on the film. She felt content in the warmth of her embrace. Quinn Fabray never felt safer then when she was being held by Rachel Berry.

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The doorbell rang and Brooke's head snapped up and she fixated her eyes on the front door. She was currently sewing one of the dresses that someone had ordered. She and Haley had been sewing for hours now and they had only succeeded in making three dresses. It was frustrating, and she was excited that her friends had finally shown up to help. Quinn and Rachel were apparently preoccupied, but Rebekah and Caroline had agreed to come over.

"Thank god they are here!" Brooke set down the dress that she was working on and quickly stood to her feet, heading toward the front door with Haley close behind her.

She opened the front door and flashed the two blondes an eager dimpled grin. On the other side of the door stood Rebekah and Caroline, they looked completely baffled as to why she had called, and why she was smiling.

"Hey you guys! Come on in!" Brooke opened the door wider to allow them access to the apartment. They both walked inside, still wearing confused looks on their faces.

"You said that it was an emergency, Brooke." Caroline laughed and shook her head at her best friend. She knew that it wasn't really an emergency. She often over exaggerated when she needed something.

"It is an emergency, Care!"

Caroline gave her a disbelieving look.

"Haley." Brooke started, turning to point at her girlfriend. "Decided that it would be a great idea to start a website and sell my dresses."

"That does sound like a great idea!" The blonde exclaimed with a wide smile.

"Yeah, and it would have been." She fidgeted uncomfortably and smiled sheepishly at her friend. "If I had the dresses to sell that is."

"You didn't make the dresses before starting the site!?"

Brooke chewed on her cheeks and lifted her hands. "Yeah, I know. Stupid idea. Hence the emergency. I need your guys' help! We have about thirty more dresses that we need to make by tomorrow!"

Rebekah and Caroline exchanged looks of displeasure, before shrugging their shoulders and returning their attention to Brooke. Caroline would always support her friend. Up until recently she had been really worried about where Brooke was going in life, and what plans she had for the future. She had never really taken interest in anything aside from money, sex, and alcohol, but it appeared that Haley had changed all of that.

"Okay." Caroline laughed. "We'll help you. But I warn you now; I don't know a thing about sewing."

"Never fear!" Brooke exclaimed, reaching out and wrapping an arm around Haley's shoulders and dragging her into the conversation. "Tutorial girl is here." She smirked deviously. "She's gonna show you guys the designs and how to sew them up!"

Haley smiled shyly and lifted her hand in order to wave at the girls. She honestly still did not feel comfortable to be herself around the two of them; she didn't know them well enough. If she could have her way, she would hide in the back room and sew, but Brooke never let her have her way. Now she would be teaching them how to sew.

"Now, chop chop!" Brooke clapped her hands and strut back to her station with a smug smile.

Rebekah pursed her full lips and stared after the other cheerleader as she returned to sewing. She did not like to be told what to do and how to do it. She liked to be in charge. "I don't think that I appreciate her attitude."

"Come on babe, she's my friend." Caroline pleaded with a pout. "We've got to help her out."

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Quinn and Rachel were standing on the porch outside of Rachel's house. They were holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. Neither of them wanted the date to end, but they both knew that it had to. She could not invite the other woman inside, because they were taking their relationship slow. If they were to just jump back into things it would end badly. Wouldn't it?

"I had a wonderful evening, Quinn." Rachel admitted with a small smile as she searched hazel eyes.

"Does that mean…?" Her voice trailed off and cracked with the weight of emotion. Her heart was pounding rapidly and her hands were shaking. She needed to have Rachel back in her life. She needed a second chance.

The starlet glanced away from prying eyes and chewed on her full bottom lip. "In all honestly, I do not know what this means."

"Please, Rachel. You can tell that I've changed." Quinn tugged on her hands and forced her to look back up at her. Her voice held honesty and love that pierced through Rachel's protective walls. "I want to be with you. I'll do whatever it takes to be together again. Please, just give me one more chance…"

"With everything that will be going on in the next few months of our lives, I think that perhaps it would be best to take things slow. I have my NYADA audition, and you have your future to think of as well."

"I want to be a part of all of that, though." She insisted stubbornly. "It's important to you and you are important to me. I want to support you."

Rachel let out a soft sigh and knit her brows together. "I do not think that I can risk something happening between the two of us jeopardizing our futures."

Quinn's body stiffened and her grip on Rachel's hands tightened as jealousy traveled through her. She could feel her stomach twisting uncomfortably and the need to vomit rising. Hazel eyes were full of tears and her voice came out harsher than she had expected. "Is this because of whatever is going on between you and Tyler?"

"No! Of course not!"

"You don't have to lie to me. I saw you guys at the school and—"

"—There is nothing going on between me and Tyler, Quinn." Rachel informed her in a matter-of-fact tone. She did not want Quinn to think that he was the reason that they could not be together. "We were simply talking about my future and he encouraged me to follow my dreams. There was nothing remotely romantic about the interaction, I promise. He has nothing to do with my decision."

"Then why can't we be together? I've proven that I changed."

"We cannot be together because it would be pointless."

Quinn felt her chest tighten painfully and her stomach clench tightly. She could not breathe, she could not think. Rachel was saying that being with her would be pointless. "Don't say that." She wheezed out.

"Not because I do not love you." She assured the worried woman she loved.

"Then why?" Her voice was weak.

"Because…" Rachel paused and thought over her words carefully. She did not want Quinn to blame herself. "I will be moving to New York soon and starting a brand new life. I will have very little free time to devote to a relationship, and you need to focus on your future as well. You are a beautiful woman, but you are also one of the most talented individuals that I have ever met, and you need to believe that. I need to go to New York, and you need to follow your dreams too."

"And if I told you that all of my dreams revolve around you?" Her voice shook and tears rolled over her high cheekbones. "If I told you that every time I fall asleep all I think about is going to New York with you, supporting you, and loving you, then what? Would you allow me to follow my dreams? Would you allow me to follow you to New York?"

"That is not your dream, Quinn. It can't be. You deserve better than that."

Quinn laughed under her breath and tears continued to fall down her face. "I deserve nothing. I don't even deserve to have you on this date with me after how I've treated you in the past. I want to be with you, Rachel. I want to tell my parents about us, I want to scream my love for you from the mountaintops. Please, just let me be with you?"

"I would love nothing more. But, is this really what you want?" Her voice was hesitant and worried. She did not want to force Quinn to follow her to New York or to out herself.

"I just want you." Quinn's hands shook as she lifted them to cup Rachel's cheeks and pull her closer to her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. The kiss held all of the answers that Rachel needed; it held truth, love, and desire. Pulling out of the kiss, Quinn rested her forehead against Rachel's and stared into her eyes.

The starlet took in a shaky breath and nodded her head, staring deep into hazel pools. "Let's just take this relationship slow, and see where we end up." She suggested. "Alright? If not I apologize, but that is all that I can give you at this time."

"Then, I'll take it." Quinn smiled gently. "But, I promise that I am going to show you just how badly I want this."

"I hope that you do." She smiled. "Goodnight, Quinn."

"Goodnight... I love you." Quinn leant down and captured Rachel's lips in a final kiss.

"I love you too."

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"Move your ass, Haley!" Brooke shouted as she walked around the living room. She was not sewing so much as she was dictating for the last few hours. The closer that they got to being done with the dresses, the more of a control-freak she became.

"I'm moving as fast as I can." Haley glared over at her girlfriend.

But, Brooke had already moved on to her next victim. Hazel eyes were fixated on Rebekah who was taking longer than anyone else in the group to sew one design. "Rebekah! Hurry up! We only have a few more dresses and you've spent like two hours on that one!"

Rebekah could not handle it any longer. She hated being told what to do, and she was not going to stand by and be rushed. Throwing the dress down on the countertop, she turned and walked toward Brooke. She stared directly into the other woman's eyes. There was very little space between the two of them, and neither appeared to be backing down from the argument anytime soon.

It was almost like they were fighting for dominance.

Caroline and Haley exchanged worried looks, but they did not dare interfere.

"Perhaps I could move faster if there was not an aggravating woman constantly bitching at me." Rebekah stated bitterly as she chewed on her cheeks. "How am I to concentrate, when you continue to undermine my sewing abilities and rush my progress?"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to tell you to hurry up, if you actually paid attention during the tutorial!" Brooke exclaimed angrily.

"I owe you nothing, Brooke." She spat. "I am attempting to be charitable, but if you continue to boss me around I swear that I will take the dress that I am working on and shove it up your—"

"—Okay!" Haley interrupted the two of them, clapping her hands and walking between them. She held onto Brooke's arms and tugged on them. "Brooke, can I please speak to you for a second?" She dragged her across the room so that they could speak in private.

Brooke still looked upset with Rebekah. "What is it, Hales? We've got work to do."

Haley cocked her head to the side and looked the beautiful woman's face over. She was trying to read her. She could tell that something else was bothering her, and she had a feeling that it had something to do with the ring that she found in her dresser. "You seem a little edgy…"

"I'm just focused!" She insisted.

"A little too focused. You need to calm down, Brooke. We only have that dress left to finish and then we will be done. We have plenty of time." Haley assured, running her hands up and down her arms.

"At the pace that she is sewing—"

"—She is just trying to help."

Brooke pouted and whined. "Well, she's really bad at it!"

Haley laughed at her girlfriend's stubbornness. "To be completely fair, you are being kind of bossy."

She scoffed. "Am not."

"Are you sure that nothing else is bothering you, Brooke? You really seem to be on edge about something…" 'Like a marriage proposal perhaps…' She thought to herself as she stared up into Brooke's eyes and waited for an answer.

"I'm fine. I'm just trying to get this over with."

"Okay." She leant up on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to Brooke's lips. "Then just relax. We have plenty of time. Besides—" She paused and nodded her head in Rebekah's direction. "Look."

Brooke turned around and noticed that Rebekah was holding up the dress that she had been sewing, she had a proud smirk on her full lips. It upset her. But, she could not deny that the dress looked amazing. It had taken the longest time to sew, yet it was the best quality. Brooke and Haley approached the blondes.

"Not too shabby, eh?" Rebekah asked knowingly.

"No, I guess not." Brooke responded as she stubbornly added the dress to the rest on the rack.

Caroline sighed loudly as she fell back onto the couch. "Thank god that's over with! I'm exhausted!" She stretched out her aching limbs on the couch and let out a humming noise as she got comfortable.

Rebekah took a seat beside her on the couch and reached out intertwining their hands on top of Caroline's stomach. Brooke sat down on the recliner across from them and Haley took a seat on her lap, snuggling up against her.

"Agreed." The British woman said. "I did not think it possible." Blue eyes caught Brooke. "But, you are even more of a control-freak than Caroline."

"HEY!" Brooke and Caroline both shouted.

"If anyone is a control-freak here it's you." Brooke pointed out. "You couldn't even stand being bossed around without threatening to attack me."

"So true!" Caroline agreed, poking Rebekah in the side and earning a glare from her girlfriend. "She acts like we're the control-freaks, but she ALWAYS has to be in control. And even when she doesn't seem like she's in control, she's somehow in control. It's crazy."

They all started to laugh as Rebekah crossed her arms and declined their accusations with a pout on her lips.

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Authors Note:

I hope that y'all are still enjoying this story. I didn't get that many reviews last chapter and it kind of discouraged me and worried me that y'all are losing interest. I really really hope that is not the case. Please tell me what you think of this chapter. What do you think is going to happen with the couples? Should I do a time skip after graduation? Who is your favorite character? Your favorite couple? Something that you want to see happen?

Just tell me what y'all think! I love hearing from you guys!

Thank you so much for all of the encouragement, and thank you for reading! You all keep me going on.

-Tracy Cook