"My feelings for him was like a wine stained dress. I loved the dress. Somewhere I thought I'd have time or a chance to get the stain off and wear it again, but it's impossible."

This time she was smart enough to have their talk in the privacy of her own room.

The grin on Santana's face was an indication she liked where the conversation was heading. "So you're moving on to a better dress? One that you can wear out to public?"

"I'm over him." She shifted so she could sit cross legged on her bed, "I think I'm ready for a new dress."

Santana leaps up and shakes her shoulders, "When are you going to tell Noah?"

"I think he has a feeling about it already," She looks down at her comforter, "W-we kissed."

Santana's shriek is deafening. "Are you two going to date?"

"I…" she fiddles with the pillow in her arms, "I want to."

"Where are we going?"

Noah ushers her into his car, "You'll know when you get there, Rach."

She manages to stay quiet for a total of 3 minutes before she begins asking questions again.

"It's supposed to be a surprise Rach."

She mocks pout, "Isn't this the way to the bookstore?"

"No?"

She laughs because that was exactly where they were heading. She leans back and crosses her leg. The material of her skirt crept up her thighs, giving him a glimpse of long, seemingly, endless smooth, olive skin. His thoughts instantly begin to wander, it's a while before he hears her.

The teasing is unmistakable in her voice.

"You know you're in wrong lane, right?"

She prods at the wrapped gift, she was dying to open it, but Santana made her swear to wait until she got there so they could open it together.

The only clue Noah had given her was to read it. It was obvious it was a book, but she wanted to know why.

She grabbed her laptop and tried to focus at the work on hand, but the present seemed to pull her attention towards it. Before she could give in to the temptation to open the wrapper, Santana came barging in, hair askew and briefcase barely closed.

She stares at her friend before giving in to the snort, "What happened to you?"

Santana rolls her eyes and just gives her a noncommittal answer about a motorcycle.

She files it away for later as Santana pounces on the present. "Hurry up and open it."

She unceremoniously rips apart the wrapping paper and is faced with book and a tab sticking out of it.

Going directly to the tab, she pulls it to the page.

Santana leans over her shoulder to read the text he highlighted, then proceeds to squeal.

She sits there staring at the words.

Will you be my girlfriend?

It's highlighted, underlined, and circled, there was no way she could pretend she didn't see it.

She stares at the post-it note underneath the question.

'So what will it be?

A. Of Course!

B. Option A!

C. Both A and B.'

"Cocky, isn't he?" Santana says, once she stops shrieking.

All she does is nod mutely as Santana tosses her a pen.

She clicks the pen, watching the tip slowly extend. She hesitates before she places the pen against the paper.

She was over Finn, she knew she had feelings for Noah, but the pessimistic side of her had to take over.

What if they ended up badly? She'd lose him. It'd be hard to be the way it was before.

She voices her concerns out when Santana asks.

Santana laughs, "He loves you, Rach."

"I know."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Right." She hears the satisfying scratch of pen against paper.