Phoebe giggled at Gerald kissing her on the neck casually. Sitting in a restaurant they both decided to sit on the same side of the table. At first she didn't know what to think about it until he took her hand saying he didn't want to do this across the table.

To her, this relationship was already going by smoothly. He was always attentive. Complimentary. A great kisser. Phoebe blushed at the last part. They still hadn't moved on to the next step, but she had this distinct feeling of what she was in store with him.

"I'm glad I met you, Phoebe." Gerald watched her transform into someone shy once more. It was always adorable.

Her eyes met his. "I'm happy as well."

Bringing his hand up, Gerald placed his thumb under the bottom edge of her lips to slowly brush against it. "I want to tell you that I won't rush you into something you aren't comfortable with. I want to say that you are in charge of that."

She knew he meant something far more intimate. Her first time was a regrettable choice. "I greatly appreciate it, Gerald. In truth it frightens me."

Concern laced his features. "Why does it?"

"Sharing your whole being to another. You are so exposed and are afraid of the direness of what might happen in the end." Her head tilted down. "Men used me before. I know I may appear mousy, but it shouldn't qualify them into taking advantage of me or anyone else for that matter." Feeling his finger under her chin gently guiding her up, Phoebe felt lost suddenly for words.

"I was treated the same. Used. I swear it won't happen with me. I want to be with you for a long time. I can see myself being very happy with you."

It wasn't reading to her as a lie. She wanted to also be with him for a longer period of time. Wanted that happiness she always dreamt of.

They were both breathing hard as they laid there in, John's bed. Eugene was laying against him feeling so free. The stresses from this weeks rehearsals had him losing his positive attitude till he listened to, John's voice over the phone. He was in his blissful state now while it seemed that John was drawing something on the ceiling with how his eyes danced.

"You make me happy." Eugene commented. "I know I'm always positive and singing a lot, but even I feel empty."

Brushing his hand against Eugene's arm, John smiled. "You are human, Eugene. It is completely normal to feel that way."

"I feel like that this is too good to be true, and you'll end up on to the next guy."

John moved him slightly so he could lay on his side to face him. "If you keep thinking like that then this will end only because you placed it in your head. Do you not think that I don't think that? You are different from any guy I've been with. I like us together."

"Yeah, but still."

Hating the frown on his face, John kissed him. "If you don't stop thinking this way I will have to punish you." Kissing his neck, John smirked at how Eugene practically was purring. "I will punish you by cutting out all those show tunes you love to listen to. I will stop you from singing and dancing in front of me."

Rolling on his back melting against his touch, Eugene started to grin. "I will stop punishing myself."

Kissing him more, John moved up to his ear. "Good. Now let me reward you."

Eugene gasped at a particular kiss he placed on him. He thought this was perfect in too many ways.

The music was gratefully loud. The table where he sat was out of the way so he could observe from his space. While he wasn't a fan of the music playing, he was a fan of letting it blur out his thoughts. This was his own therapy. This was a way to allow him to cope while he watched various people undulate against another. To him it looked like an orgy set to club music.

As he sat there watching a group of females wearing next to nothing showing off to the other while grinding with said friends, Curly found a drink placed on his table by the bartender. "I didn't order this."

"I know! The woman at the bar did." The bartender shouted before he took his leave. Curly knew that he needed to get his tips in for the night.

Glancing towards the woman the bartender pointed out, Curly groaned seeing that she had dark hair that was shoulder length. Grabbing his own drink to forget about the offered one, Curly decided to play with the water now beading off as some raced down to the table top. Seeing some type of movement heading towards him, he lifted his head up to spot the same woman coming towards him. She had a slight jiggle to her walk for her petite frame. Red halter top, and a short skirt with a slit up the side, he also noticed a teal streak in her hair.

"Hi! I'm Brenda. Do you want to dance?" Curly shook his head at her question. "Then may I sit here then?"

Nodding his head, Curly watched as she slid in. "Uh thanks for the drink, but I'm pretty set here."

Brenda appeared disappointed. "Oh that's fine. Call it an icebreaker."

Curly didn't want to point out the obvious about the fact with her sending a drink over meant it is an icebreaker. "That's good."

The music continued to thud loudly as they both remained quiet for some time. "What's your name?"

"Thad. My friends call me Curly."

Examining his hair, Brenda made a slight face. "Why Curly?"

Curly shrugged. "I believe I forgot the reason after all this time." He knew the reason, he just didn't care to give it. "Where's your friends?"

"Ditched me, but that's fine. I like to stay behind in search for something."

Seeing her hand inch its way closer, Curly lifted his drink up. "They all hooked up and now you are searching for that too."

Brenda inched closer to the handsome stranger. "You could say that. I think you are pretty attractive."

He thought she was too. "As flattered as I am, Brenda, I have to respectfully decline. What I'm looking for is something lifelong who could stand my idiosyncrasies. Trust me when I say I have a lot of them. I just got my heart broken so I'm not looking for something meaningless. I'm sorry about that."

Smiling at him, Brenda breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god."

Hearing her lean back from some joy had him confused. "So you were playing me?" Cursing, Curly started to drink his beer down a bit faster.

Not meaning to offend him, Brenda placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Oh I'm sorry. No, no, no. I'm not playing you." Brushing her hair back, she knew she humiliated herself. "No I find you very handsome. I don't know you very well and it is really unsafe for me to illicit a one night stand with you. My friends don't mind it, but I do." Moving to get off the seat, Brenda had to leave. "Look. I don't know who this person is who hurt you, but I wish you the very best. I'm really sorry."

Curly watched her tear out of the club as quickly as she could. Placing his drink down he could only groan.

Finally outside of the club after being grabbed in the ass on her way out, Brenda was having a hard time hailing a cab. Cursing herself out for her luck and hating on her friends right now, she continued down the street in a rush to the nearest bus stop. As she walked she spotted the bus passing by her making her start to run. Brenda shouted at them to wait for her, but it only ended up with her falling down in the street. Lifting her head up she watched as the large vehicle pulled away.

Sniffing, Brenda was moving to get up just to see lights blinding her from the opposing way. Her eyes went wide as she tried to move but it resulted in her ankle twisting. She didn't want to die like this. "Fuck."

Finding a pair of arms grabbing her to lift her up, Brenda found herself carried to the other side of the street, and placed on the bench of the bus stop. Looking up she saw that it was, Curly.

"T-thanks." She stammered out.

Under the street lamp, Curly saw that she seemed like an innocent person. "You should be more like yourself. Don't be your friends. Your friends left you alone. Look at what almost happened to you."

"I was trying to get that bus."

He watched at how ashamed she was of herself. "I noticed." Seeing her head lift up to question him, Curly shrugged. "So I was concerned."

Brenda was too shaky to stand up just yet so she extended her hand out. "I need a cab now. Do you have a phone I can borrow?"

Curly lifted his eyebrow up. "A lone woman without a phone? Are you looking for trouble?" Giving her his phone, he muttered under his breath, "Freeing animals from the zoo is less trouble."

Catching what he said, Brenda stood up to give him his phone back. "I know it was stupid. My friends promised me they would stick around and yet they didn't. I wasn't expecting this. All I wanted was to dance and have fun. I didn't expect to act like an ass and proposition you." Angry at herself and angry at her friends, Brenda stormed away.

Curly watched her with cool eyes before proceeding on following her again at a safe distance. Brenda didn't once turn her attention towards him as she continued walking. He knew this was creepy looking, but he did have time to think as he watched her walk. He didn't need to think. Didn't want to think. All his thoughts drifted back to, Rhonda. The way she used him. Pausing to find himself wiping tears away had him hating himself.

Brenda turned her attention behind her to find that he stopped. She did know he was following her. It was something she should of been creeped out by, but she found him harmless. Seeing that he was wiping visible tears away had her feeling sorry for him.

"I fucking hate you, Rhonda." He muttered to himself finding more tears to replace the ones he already shed. Feeling a cloth against his skin, Curly saw it was Brenda holding up a handkerchief.

"You were in love with her." It was obvious to her. "I've never been in love before, but I do know pain."

"In what way?" Curly found himself liking her a little bit more.

Smiling up at him, Brenda dried more of his tears before giving it back to him. "I was bullied heavily in school. I considered killing myself."

"Do you like coffee?" Seeing her nod, Curly thought maybe to strike up a friendship with this lone girl. "I know a coffee shop we can hang out at. Unfortunately we need to drive there." Bringing his phone out he called a cab. "My treat."

Well at least she got to spend a little more time with the handsome Thad.

At Helga's place, Arnold laid there enjoying each kiss she placed on his body. Seeing her raise up to get on top, he loved that devilish look on her face. Roaming his hands up her stomach to her chest, he closed his eyes briefly to welcome how she made him feel with very little movement she did with their connected bodies.

"Is this all in gratitude for providing shelter to your brother-in-law?" He wondered in a teasing way.

Seeing that he offered, Stan a place to stay after his blow up with his parents, Helga thought that was a sweet thing to do. "No. This is me enjoying my boyfriend." Bending down to kiss his lips, she said, "I appreciate you always remaining true to yourself." Raising herself up once more, her hands splayed across his chest. "I appreciate you so much that I want to show you how much."

With that she raised herself up to slowly bring herself down. Arnold was left almost drooling. Each time they made love it was always a different thing. He loved it very much.

"Rhonda! This is Thaddeus Gammelthorpe. I want you to know that I'm officially over you. Now that I know what I know about you I just don't want to know you anymore. I worshipped the ground you walked on since I met you. Loved you through thick and thin. Now after what you've done, I can't take it. Never come to me with a sob story because I want someone in my life that is able to support someone too. I have that in my other friends. Now I'm off to find someone of quality who will love me for who I am."

In the medical facility, Rhonda was currently waiting for the doctor to come back in. She waited nervously and as she did she kept listening to, Curly's message over and over again. It hurt to have Nadine so disappointed in her along with Arnold, but to hear him like this was tugging at her. It tore her apart as she placed the phone aside as the doctor entered.

"Ms Lloyd we have the results of the test we ran." Dr Seltzer said as she double checked her chart before lifting her head. "It confirms that you are indeed pregnant. Congratulations."

She hadn't slept with anyone else except for, Curly. She had been spending her energy chasing after Arnold. Finding that her monthly was late just recently had her coming here. "Thank you, Doctor." She wished she wasn't pregnant, but as she left the office to head to her destination, Rhonda lifted up the phone to listen to his voice once more. Curly won't believe her about this. She lied herself into a hole.

Squaring her shoulders back, Rhonda decided it was time to head back home to fix things. She was sick and tired of being a liar and a user. She hurt people in her wake and it had to take, Curly to fully do it.

A/N: Rhonda did not run away because she was pregnant. At the time it would be too soon to tell anything. This is the moment she finds out that she is.

Wanted to provide some sweetness between three different couples.