Birthday Blues (2/?)
Title:Birthday Blues (2/?)
Author:MissyRivera
Rating:Pg-13 for excessive swearing. May move up in later chapters.
Length:1000+
Spoilers:Just to be safe, all of season 1.
Summary:Written to fill this prompt at glee_fluff_meme:
Everyone forgot Rachel's birthday and only realise the next day when Mr.Shue asks her how her bithday was. Cue the glee club feeling sad and guilty and trying to make it up to her. Bonus for Faberry.
A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who commented. Too sweet. This story will probably have 3 chapters. 4, at the most. I kind of feel like I'm going in way over my head with this one but I'm enjoying getting back into writing. Again, unbeta-ed. I'm sorry.
"No one remembered it was Rachel's birthday today?" Mr. Shue asked, appalled at this students' lack of loyalty and care towards one of their members. Seriously, they really needed to step up and join together as a team to fix this. He made a mental note to include precious words of wisdom (that he admittedly stole from Dr.Phil re-runs; his constant companions after his divorce from Terri) and to emphasize the importance of togetherness, respect and friendship in his lesson for Glee practice tomorrow. And then he'd make them sing about it. "Yeah good idea, William." he thought to himself.
"Tina and I have been dedicating most of our time carefully nursing our budding young love. These things need constant attention!" Artie reasoned, while Tina just nodded her head in affirmation.
Mike and Matt just shrugged.
"I don't know how to read a calendar." That was Brittany.
"Why would I know when Man-Hands' birthday is?" Santana asked, her arms folded across her chest in defiance. "Stop feeling guilty, stop feeling guilty! When in doubt, deflect." She turned to Finn."Why didn't you remember it was her birthday? I mean, you have that retarded couples calendar that she made you. I bet her birthday has like, a whole page dedicated to it."
"Hey, that was when we were together! After she broke up with me, I threw them away. They had these weird pictures of cats on them and it freaked me out. And... I've been really caught up with football lately. You know, watching it.. playing it." Finn explained. "And what about Puck? You two are jewbros!".
"The Puckasaurus Rex doesn't have a very good memory."
"That's probably why they became extinct, right?" Brittany's face lit up at this new discovery.
Santana glared at Puck,"You're an idiot."
"Well, why is it my responsibility? We all screwed up royally! No one remembered that it was her birthday!" Puck was outraged.
"I remembered." a soft voice called out. Quinn.
"What? Then why didn't you say something, Tubbers?" Santana asked.
"I'm not even pregnant anymore, Santana! And I was going to! But there wasn't never a good time in class. I was going to give this to her after Glee." Quinn held up a star-shaped card covered in an obscene amount of gold glitter.
"Wow. That's... uncharacteristically sweet of you." Kurt said.
"Shut up, it doesn't even matter. She's mad at all of us now." Quinn stuffed the card back into her backpack.
---
When Rachel got home from school, she immediately ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door shut. Her dads were in the kitchen and upon hearing the loud bang of the door, they sighed heavily. They knew their daughter's reputation at school and they knew her ... unique personality didn't get her many friends but they thought this year would be different. Rachel always talked about Glee and how happy she was and how things have gotten progessively better. Clearly, things didn't go well at school today.
Rachel's dad, Michael went up to his daughter's room and knocked on the door softly. He pushed it open carefully and saw his daughter sitting on the edge of her bed, her head hung in defeat.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked without preamble as he made his way beside her and sat down.
"No." Rachel mumbled.
Michael didn't have to wait long.
"Not even one, dad!" Rachel burst out. "After all this time, after all my attempts at civility in hopes of one day becoming their friend, no one even remembered! What's the difficulty in remembering one date out of the entire year? I, myself, remember each and every one of their birthdays!"
She paused and sighed," They just really don't like me."
"Come on Princess, you know that's not true. These things happen. They probably had other things on their minds. Besides, your daddy forgot my birthday once and I forgave him."
"You did? Why?"
"Because I figured what's one day? He spends the rest of the year making me pretty happy."
"That would be comforting if they actually did spend the rest of the year making me happy. But they won't. Because I've come to the conclusion that they are all self-centered as..."
Michael raised his eyebrow at her.
"Dad, I sincerely hope that eyebrow raise does not mean what I think it means. I am not self-centered." Even as she said it, she knew how false it sounded.
"No, no, you're right. You, my daughter, are not self-centered." Michael grinned at her pout. "Daddy's making your birthday dinner and cake! It should be done in a few hours. Did you want to come and help out?"
"No, thank you. I'd prefer to sit in my room and sulk for a while, if you don't mind."
"Okay. I love you, sweetie."
"Thanks, Dad. I love you."
---
At around 4 o'clock, the doorbell rang. Rachel was still in her room, sulking. Her daddy, Scott, walked to the front door and opened it. A slow smile spread across his face at the sight that greeted him.
"Rachel! Come down here! You've got visitors!" he called out. He heard her bedroom door click open.
"I'm not in the mood for visitors!" she yelled down the stairs.
"Come down here, now!" Scott yelled.
Rachel stomped angrily down the stairs," What could possibly be so important as to interrupt my--" Her voice trailed off.
Mike and Matt were standing at the front door with her daddy. Mike was holding a gold star balloon and Matt was holding some sort of card.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"We came to apologize." Matt said, shyly. "We suck at being your friend."
Rachel fully descended the stairs and stood in front of the two boys as her daddy made his way back into the kitchen. Mike unceremoniously shoved the balloon into Rachel's hand while Matt glared at him.
"Dude, that's not how we planned it!"
"I wasn't going to dance while giving her the balloon. That's fucking stupid!"
Rachel just stood there, not saying much. Then she pointed at the card Matt was holding and said," What's that?"
"Oh, okay. We know you've been itching to give Mike and I vocal lessons because you think we're not pulling our weight for Glee."
"You're not." Rachel interrupted which earned her an exasperrated sigh from Matt. "Sorry. Continue."
"So, this card is a ticket, of sorts, that say Mike and I will endure-- I mean, we would gladly appreciate it if you gave us vocal lessons for a week."
"Really?" Rachel's eyes lit up at the thought. Finally! Maybe after her gentle coaching, their off-pitch singing will no longer distract her from the full attention she deserved to give to her own voice.
"Yes," both boys said, quite sadly.
She gave them both hugs as she said," I'll schedule some time for us to get together next week. Granted, I may have to move some appointments around a little bit but this is all in the name of Glee club. I just want you to know that you're doing us a huge favor by admitting your less than perfect singing abilities. That's the first step to improving the situation."
Both boys glared at her but then just shook their heads. This was Rachel Berry afterall. They waved goodbye and Rachel closed the door.
---
At 4:30, the door bell rang again. This time, Rachel opened the door, her mood considerably lighter than when she first came home. Puck and Finn stood in her doorway, both wearing shy smiles.
"Yes? To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Rachel asked, still miffed at the two boys.
"We're sorry. We're such douches." Finn stated sadly.
"We're such sorry douches, Rach." Puck added.
Rachel remained silent, knowing that they had more to offer than stating the obvious.
"And as a way of making it up to you, I'm going to stop asking you for sex on a daily basis." Puck offered. Rachel rolled her eyes. She knew it wouldn't work out. Making crude jokes and sexual references were in Puck's genetic make-up. He couldn't just turn it off, especially around Rachel who was a hot Jew. But she also knew that this was the best she would ever get from him.
"And I'm... going to dance lessons for the next two weeks. I know you can't stand watching me "dance"." Finn said, his hand immitating air quotes.
Rachel blushed. She hadn't realized she had been so obvious in her distaste where Finn's dancing was involved. But it never failed to shock and amaze her to watch the boy's feet, so off the beat and uncoordinated, flailing hopelessly in the air or seemingly rooted to the ground even as his upper body wiggled about like he was getting tasered. It would have been adorable if it wasn't so extremely distracting and ultimately, dangerous. There was that one time during Glee rehearsal that Finn almost broke Rachel's nose while he attempted a double spin, arms stretched out wide.
"I find your offers satisfactory. And expect comeuppance should you decide not to follow through with your promises." Rachel smiled sweetly.
Rachel watched them walk away. She could hear Finn asking what comeuppance meant and Puck answering that he hoped it was a sexual thing.
---
At 4:45, the door bell rang again. Rachel had been wondering when her next visitor, or visitors, would show up. She had never had her doorbell rung this many times in the same day. She found it thrilling, especially knowing that waiting on the other side of the door when she opened it were (rightfully so) guilty people who were giving her presents. This time, when she opened the door, Tina, Artie, Mercedes and Kurt stood there, looking embarrassed and completely guilty.
"Sorry girl, we completely forgot about your birthday. We just thought you were being a diva, as usual." Mercedes explained. Everyone nodded their head in agreement.
"So, as punishmen--- err, as a peace offering, I'm willing to give you a makeover again." Kurt said, a huge smile on his face. Rachel scoffed with indignance.
"What makes you think I want a make over? I happen to think I'm rather attractive and for your information, I like my sense of style!"
"Yeah, that's great, Rachel. But I don't think Quinn is into animal sweaters and argyle. You need to step it up and work your body if you want to win her over!" Artie said,fist pumping in the air.
Rachel's jaw dropped. She couldn't have been that obvious, could she?
"I-I don't like Quinn." she stammered.
"Oh girl, you might be good at singing and you might be an A-student but you're not a good liar and you're not subtle. You like Quinn, you wanna get into her skirt and you want it bad!" Mercedes laughed.
"Your accusation has no basis of fact! In fact, this is slander! I demand you retract your previous statement!" Rachel stomped her foot.
"You zone out looking at her ass, all the time at lunch." Tina said.
"Your mouth literally waters when you watch her lips as she sings during Glee."
"You almost bit your lip to the point of drawing blood that one time she bent over to pick up her backpack."
"You make sex eyes at her when she isn't looking."
"Okay, stop! Thank you all for coming, this really was a pleasure. I forgive you, no need for more apologies. All I ask now is that you not utter a word of what you just said to anyone. Now, please leave the premises. Good bye!"
Rachel shut the door, her heart pounding. She could hear them laughing, talking about some bet, as they walked away.
---
At 5:20, the doorbell rang again. Rachel wasn't sure whether she should open it. She stood inside for a minute, debating the pros and cons of answering. Slowly, she opened the door a few inches and peeked outside. Brittany and Santana.
"What the hell, Treasure Trail. Open the door!" Santana said while pushing the door suddenly which caused the hard wood to hit Rachel on the right side of her face.
"Hey! You'd think that you'd have the decency to show me some respect while you're at my house, Santana. And I hardly think insulting me will result in the forgiveness that you're desperately seeking!" Rachel said angrily as she rubbed at her cheek.
"And what makes you think I'm here to beg for your forgiveness?"
"Why else would you be here?"
"I just came with B. She wanted to give you something." Santana shrugged. Oh my god, forgive me! Just say you forgive me!
Beside her, Brittany was grinning so wide it looked like her face was going to crack. Her hands were outstretched towards Rachel holding a glass baking dish that seemed to contain a pink, gooey mass. There seemed to be some words written in icing on top which probably once read We're sorry! Happy Birthday! But since the both the icing and the pink concoction were the consistency of honey, it held melded together and now read We'(a block of gooey mess) y! Ha--y B--h--ay!
Rachel glanced at Santana. Santana was looking at her with a look that said Say something nice or I'll punch your face. Rachel really was very fond of her nose.
"Did you... bake it yourself, Britt?"
Brittany blinked," No, my mom said I'm not allowed to use the oven anymore after "the incident". But I did mix all the ingredients together for you! You know, recipes aren't all that bad!"
Rachel couldn't stay mad at Brittany for too long. Being mad at Brittany was like kicking a puppy for peeing on your new couch. It's not the puppy's fault, it just doesn't know any better. And puppies were adorable, like Brittany who was still holding the glass dish out to Rachel like it was the holy grail or something.
"Thanks, B. I'm sure it's going to taste great. You know, after I finish baking it." Rachel said as she took the dish from her.
"We really are sorry, Rach. And Santana feels guilty about it too. I tried making her feel better after school today but she kept asking if you were really mad while we were making out. Even that thing I do with my tongue didn't wo--"
"Brittany!" Santana put her hand out to cover Brittany's mouth. "What she means to say is that... is that..."
"It's okay, Santana. I forgive you too." Rachel smiled.
Santana had to actively stop herself from grinning like a mad woman. Thank Jesus and Mary! Forgiveness has never felt so damn good!
"Yeah okay, Smurf. Have a good birthday!" Santana called out as she grabbed Brittany's hand and dragged her away. Brittany waved goodbye.
--
At 6:00, the doorbell rang. Rachel bounded up to the front door and swung it open, her smile faltering when she saw who was standing on the other side.
A very nervous blonde stood there, a bouquet of flowers in hand.
"Hi," Quinn breathed.
Author:MissyRivera
Rating:Pg-13 for excessive swearing. May move up in later chapters.
Length:1000+
Spoilers:Just to be safe, all of season 1.
Summary:Written to fill this prompt at glee_fluff_meme:
Everyone forgot Rachel's birthday and only realise the next day when Mr.Shue asks her how her bithday was. Cue the glee club feeling sad and guilty and trying to make it up to her. Bonus for Faberry.
A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who commented. Too sweet. This story will probably have 3 chapters. 4, at the most. I kind of feel like I'm going in way over my head with this one but I'm enjoying getting back into writing. Again, unbeta-ed. I'm sorry.
"No one remembered it was Rachel's birthday today?" Mr. Shue asked, appalled at this students' lack of loyalty and care towards one of their members. Seriously, they really needed to step up and join together as a team to fix this. He made a mental note to include precious words of wisdom (that he admittedly stole from Dr.Phil re-runs; his constant companions after his divorce from Terri) and to emphasize the importance of togetherness, respect and friendship in his lesson for Glee practice tomorrow. And then he'd make them sing about it. "Yeah good idea, William." he thought to himself.
"Tina and I have been dedicating most of our time carefully nursing our budding young love. These things need constant attention!" Artie reasoned, while Tina just nodded her head in affirmation.
Mike and Matt just shrugged.
"I don't know how to read a calendar." That was Brittany.
"Why would I know when Man-Hands' birthday is?" Santana asked, her arms folded across her chest in defiance. "Stop feeling guilty, stop feeling guilty! When in doubt, deflect." She turned to Finn."Why didn't you remember it was her birthday? I mean, you have that retarded couples calendar that she made you. I bet her birthday has like, a whole page dedicated to it."
"Hey, that was when we were together! After she broke up with me, I threw them away. They had these weird pictures of cats on them and it freaked me out. And... I've been really caught up with football lately. You know, watching it.. playing it." Finn explained. "And what about Puck? You two are jewbros!".
"The Puckasaurus Rex doesn't have a very good memory."
"That's probably why they became extinct, right?" Brittany's face lit up at this new discovery.
Santana glared at Puck,"You're an idiot."
"Well, why is it my responsibility? We all screwed up royally! No one remembered that it was her birthday!" Puck was outraged.
"I remembered." a soft voice called out. Quinn.
"What? Then why didn't you say something, Tubbers?" Santana asked.
"I'm not even pregnant anymore, Santana! And I was going to! But there wasn't never a good time in class. I was going to give this to her after Glee." Quinn held up a star-shaped card covered in an obscene amount of gold glitter.
"Wow. That's... uncharacteristically sweet of you." Kurt said.
"Shut up, it doesn't even matter. She's mad at all of us now." Quinn stuffed the card back into her backpack.
---
When Rachel got home from school, she immediately ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door shut. Her dads were in the kitchen and upon hearing the loud bang of the door, they sighed heavily. They knew their daughter's reputation at school and they knew her ... unique personality didn't get her many friends but they thought this year would be different. Rachel always talked about Glee and how happy she was and how things have gotten progessively better. Clearly, things didn't go well at school today.
Rachel's dad, Michael went up to his daughter's room and knocked on the door softly. He pushed it open carefully and saw his daughter sitting on the edge of her bed, her head hung in defeat.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked without preamble as he made his way beside her and sat down.
"No." Rachel mumbled.
Michael didn't have to wait long.
"Not even one, dad!" Rachel burst out. "After all this time, after all my attempts at civility in hopes of one day becoming their friend, no one even remembered! What's the difficulty in remembering one date out of the entire year? I, myself, remember each and every one of their birthdays!"
She paused and sighed," They just really don't like me."
"Come on Princess, you know that's not true. These things happen. They probably had other things on their minds. Besides, your daddy forgot my birthday once and I forgave him."
"You did? Why?"
"Because I figured what's one day? He spends the rest of the year making me pretty happy."
"That would be comforting if they actually did spend the rest of the year making me happy. But they won't. Because I've come to the conclusion that they are all self-centered as..."
Michael raised his eyebrow at her.
"Dad, I sincerely hope that eyebrow raise does not mean what I think it means. I am not self-centered." Even as she said it, she knew how false it sounded.
"No, no, you're right. You, my daughter, are not self-centered." Michael grinned at her pout. "Daddy's making your birthday dinner and cake! It should be done in a few hours. Did you want to come and help out?"
"No, thank you. I'd prefer to sit in my room and sulk for a while, if you don't mind."
"Okay. I love you, sweetie."
"Thanks, Dad. I love you."
---
At around 4 o'clock, the doorbell rang. Rachel was still in her room, sulking. Her daddy, Scott, walked to the front door and opened it. A slow smile spread across his face at the sight that greeted him.
"Rachel! Come down here! You've got visitors!" he called out. He heard her bedroom door click open.
"I'm not in the mood for visitors!" she yelled down the stairs.
"Come down here, now!" Scott yelled.
Rachel stomped angrily down the stairs," What could possibly be so important as to interrupt my--" Her voice trailed off.
Mike and Matt were standing at the front door with her daddy. Mike was holding a gold star balloon and Matt was holding some sort of card.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"We came to apologize." Matt said, shyly. "We suck at being your friend."
Rachel fully descended the stairs and stood in front of the two boys as her daddy made his way back into the kitchen. Mike unceremoniously shoved the balloon into Rachel's hand while Matt glared at him.
"Dude, that's not how we planned it!"
"I wasn't going to dance while giving her the balloon. That's fucking stupid!"
Rachel just stood there, not saying much. Then she pointed at the card Matt was holding and said," What's that?"
"Oh, okay. We know you've been itching to give Mike and I vocal lessons because you think we're not pulling our weight for Glee."
"You're not." Rachel interrupted which earned her an exasperrated sigh from Matt. "Sorry. Continue."
"So, this card is a ticket, of sorts, that say Mike and I will endure-- I mean, we would gladly appreciate it if you gave us vocal lessons for a week."
"Really?" Rachel's eyes lit up at the thought. Finally! Maybe after her gentle coaching, their off-pitch singing will no longer distract her from the full attention she deserved to give to her own voice.
"Yes," both boys said, quite sadly.
She gave them both hugs as she said," I'll schedule some time for us to get together next week. Granted, I may have to move some appointments around a little bit but this is all in the name of Glee club. I just want you to know that you're doing us a huge favor by admitting your less than perfect singing abilities. That's the first step to improving the situation."
Both boys glared at her but then just shook their heads. This was Rachel Berry afterall. They waved goodbye and Rachel closed the door.
---
At 4:30, the door bell rang again. This time, Rachel opened the door, her mood considerably lighter than when she first came home. Puck and Finn stood in her doorway, both wearing shy smiles.
"Yes? To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Rachel asked, still miffed at the two boys.
"We're sorry. We're such douches." Finn stated sadly.
"We're such sorry douches, Rach." Puck added.
Rachel remained silent, knowing that they had more to offer than stating the obvious.
"And as a way of making it up to you, I'm going to stop asking you for sex on a daily basis." Puck offered. Rachel rolled her eyes. She knew it wouldn't work out. Making crude jokes and sexual references were in Puck's genetic make-up. He couldn't just turn it off, especially around Rachel who was a hot Jew. But she also knew that this was the best she would ever get from him.
"And I'm... going to dance lessons for the next two weeks. I know you can't stand watching me "dance"." Finn said, his hand immitating air quotes.
Rachel blushed. She hadn't realized she had been so obvious in her distaste where Finn's dancing was involved. But it never failed to shock and amaze her to watch the boy's feet, so off the beat and uncoordinated, flailing hopelessly in the air or seemingly rooted to the ground even as his upper body wiggled about like he was getting tasered. It would have been adorable if it wasn't so extremely distracting and ultimately, dangerous. There was that one time during Glee rehearsal that Finn almost broke Rachel's nose while he attempted a double spin, arms stretched out wide.
"I find your offers satisfactory. And expect comeuppance should you decide not to follow through with your promises." Rachel smiled sweetly.
Rachel watched them walk away. She could hear Finn asking what comeuppance meant and Puck answering that he hoped it was a sexual thing.
---
At 4:45, the door bell rang again. Rachel had been wondering when her next visitor, or visitors, would show up. She had never had her doorbell rung this many times in the same day. She found it thrilling, especially knowing that waiting on the other side of the door when she opened it were (rightfully so) guilty people who were giving her presents. This time, when she opened the door, Tina, Artie, Mercedes and Kurt stood there, looking embarrassed and completely guilty.
"Sorry girl, we completely forgot about your birthday. We just thought you were being a diva, as usual." Mercedes explained. Everyone nodded their head in agreement.
"So, as punishmen--- err, as a peace offering, I'm willing to give you a makeover again." Kurt said, a huge smile on his face. Rachel scoffed with indignance.
"What makes you think I want a make over? I happen to think I'm rather attractive and for your information, I like my sense of style!"
"Yeah, that's great, Rachel. But I don't think Quinn is into animal sweaters and argyle. You need to step it up and work your body if you want to win her over!" Artie said,fist pumping in the air.
Rachel's jaw dropped. She couldn't have been that obvious, could she?
"I-I don't like Quinn." she stammered.
"Oh girl, you might be good at singing and you might be an A-student but you're not a good liar and you're not subtle. You like Quinn, you wanna get into her skirt and you want it bad!" Mercedes laughed.
"Your accusation has no basis of fact! In fact, this is slander! I demand you retract your previous statement!" Rachel stomped her foot.
"You zone out looking at her ass, all the time at lunch." Tina said.
"Your mouth literally waters when you watch her lips as she sings during Glee."
"You almost bit your lip to the point of drawing blood that one time she bent over to pick up her backpack."
"You make sex eyes at her when she isn't looking."
"Okay, stop! Thank you all for coming, this really was a pleasure. I forgive you, no need for more apologies. All I ask now is that you not utter a word of what you just said to anyone. Now, please leave the premises. Good bye!"
Rachel shut the door, her heart pounding. She could hear them laughing, talking about some bet, as they walked away.
---
At 5:20, the doorbell rang again. Rachel wasn't sure whether she should open it. She stood inside for a minute, debating the pros and cons of answering. Slowly, she opened the door a few inches and peeked outside. Brittany and Santana.
"What the hell, Treasure Trail. Open the door!" Santana said while pushing the door suddenly which caused the hard wood to hit Rachel on the right side of her face.
"Hey! You'd think that you'd have the decency to show me some respect while you're at my house, Santana. And I hardly think insulting me will result in the forgiveness that you're desperately seeking!" Rachel said angrily as she rubbed at her cheek.
"And what makes you think I'm here to beg for your forgiveness?"
"Why else would you be here?"
"I just came with B. She wanted to give you something." Santana shrugged. Oh my god, forgive me! Just say you forgive me!
Beside her, Brittany was grinning so wide it looked like her face was going to crack. Her hands were outstretched towards Rachel holding a glass baking dish that seemed to contain a pink, gooey mass. There seemed to be some words written in icing on top which probably once read We're sorry! Happy Birthday! But since the both the icing and the pink concoction were the consistency of honey, it held melded together and now read We'(a block of gooey mess) y! Ha--y B--h--ay!
Rachel glanced at Santana. Santana was looking at her with a look that said Say something nice or I'll punch your face. Rachel really was very fond of her nose.
"Did you... bake it yourself, Britt?"
Brittany blinked," No, my mom said I'm not allowed to use the oven anymore after "the incident". But I did mix all the ingredients together for you! You know, recipes aren't all that bad!"
Rachel couldn't stay mad at Brittany for too long. Being mad at Brittany was like kicking a puppy for peeing on your new couch. It's not the puppy's fault, it just doesn't know any better. And puppies were adorable, like Brittany who was still holding the glass dish out to Rachel like it was the holy grail or something.
"Thanks, B. I'm sure it's going to taste great. You know, after I finish baking it." Rachel said as she took the dish from her.
"We really are sorry, Rach. And Santana feels guilty about it too. I tried making her feel better after school today but she kept asking if you were really mad while we were making out. Even that thing I do with my tongue didn't wo--"
"Brittany!" Santana put her hand out to cover Brittany's mouth. "What she means to say is that... is that..."
"It's okay, Santana. I forgive you too." Rachel smiled.
Santana had to actively stop herself from grinning like a mad woman. Thank Jesus and Mary! Forgiveness has never felt so damn good!
"Yeah okay, Smurf. Have a good birthday!" Santana called out as she grabbed Brittany's hand and dragged her away. Brittany waved goodbye.
--
At 6:00, the doorbell rang. Rachel bounded up to the front door and swung it open, her smile faltering when she saw who was standing on the other side.
A very nervous blonde stood there, a bouquet of flowers in hand.
"Hi," Quinn breathed.