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The doorbell chiming on a Sunday can only mean one thing: Brittany. There’s no mail on Sundays, and Quinn never does anything on the ‘Holy Day,’ well that’s a lie but Santana always finds it funny to mock the little saint. She expects to find Brittany leaning on her doorframe, full smile in place, eyes light and flirtatious, the scene making her ( Read more... )

 
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‘Are you seriously asking me to do this? You’ve got to be joking. Brittany, no. I’m not su-’

‘Please, I need you there. I can’t be the perfect hostess while I’m always thinking of you, I can’t sit there and pretend like I’m enjoying myself, I need you to get me through this.’

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