fic: Some Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days - Part Two

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Title: Some Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days - Part Two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Mike, Quinn, Brittany, Puck, Kurt, Mercedes, Artie, OCs: Alyson Tyler, Tomás Lopez, Clara Lopez, Felix Lopex, Marisa Lawson, Kat Tyler, Missy Watters, Wendy Kory, Josh Tyler
Rating: barely R
Summary: "So I think a significant amount of time has passed," Rachel says. "To set Quinn up on a blind date."
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~18,050
Spoilers: previous stories in the series.
A/N: Okay, so this story references a story that hasn't been written yet. It's the second of three summer fics, but I wanted to write this one first since I didn't want to leave Quinn pinning anymore. So this one technically follows Just Use a Damn Umbrella, but they'll be another one that happens chronically first. Also, I am working on the part 2 of the future trilogy, but apparently am easily distracted.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.

Part Two

It somehow becomes a regular thing. Rachel figures it's mostly Kat's doing. Plus, it's hard to say no to someone who looks up to her so unabashedly.

Mike assures her that it's okay. It usually only ends up being an hour as they consumer ice cream. And Mike agrees that Alyson is pretty cool.

"I say the next time you have a party, you invite her," he adds as they eat dinner.

Once they part company with Alyson and Kat, Mike and Rachel usually grab an early dinner. The combination of dancing and chasing after thirteen year olds is hard work. Though Rachel jokes that they're doing it backwards, having ice cream before a proper meal.

"Come on, Rach," Mike always says. "Be a rebel. Eat your dessert first."

"Actually I had another idea," Rachel tells him. "I was thinking of maybe setting her up on a blind date."

"With who?" Mike is curious since he's pretty sure Alyson is gay or at the very least, bisexual. As someone who's spend time staring at Rachel's legs under her skirt, he recognized the signs.

Rachel opens her mouth, but snaps it shut. She looks around and leans forward a bit. "If I tell you, you have to swear on your dance shoes you won't tell anyone."

"You can trust me, Rach, you know that."

"I know, Mike. But technically it's not my secret to tell. And normally I wouldn't share, but I would really welcome your opinion on compatibility."

"Um, all right. I swear."

"I was thinking of setting her up with Quinn."

"Quinn Fabray Quinn?" Mike whispers loudly and then ducks his head, hoping no one else heard him. Looking around, it seems no one is paying them any attention.

"I know. I was surprised as well. However, it explains a lot, doesn't it?"

"Only if she has a crush on you," Mike says. Noticing the look on Rachel's face, it dawns on him. "Holy shit. Quinn has a crush on you?!"

"Apparently. Though, I'd like to believe she's trying to move on, since I made it clear we had no future."

"Just when I thought I'd heard it all. What with you and Santana dating. And now this." Mike smirks. "What is it about you Berry? That drives the girls crazy? I think it's the short skirts."

"Don't make me kick you under the table," Rachel mock threatens. "I like to think it's my sparkling personality."

"Ha!"

This time Rachel does kick him under the table, though gently.

"Hey watch it, Berry," Mike retorts. "Don't hurt the money maker."

Rachel starts laughing so hard, she has to set down her fork.

"Jeez, it wasn't that funny," Mike says after a minute of Rachel laughing.

"I just never expected you to say that," Rachel explains once she's done.

"Honestly, I never thought I would either. But what are you going to do?"

"Laugh at you, apparently."

"Can we just return to our regular conversation, now, please?"

"Yes. Of course." Rachel takes a sip of water. "So do you think Alyson and Quinn will like each other?"

Mike shrugs. "I have no idea. Quinn's so repressed and Alyson seems so laid back. But at least Alyson should understand Quinn's reluctance. Going to a Catholic high school and all."

"Yes, my thoughts, exactly."

"So what's next?" Mike asks.

"Well, I'm assuming Alyson's not dating anyone at the moment. At least it hasn't come up in conversation."

"How does that even come up?" Mike asks. "And how do you know she's gay? Is your gaydar going off?"

"If you were really worried about that, you would have brought it up when I first mentioned Quinn's name. So something must have tipped you off."

Mike just shrugs, deciding that now isn't the time to mention the staring.

"That's what I thought. Do you think it'd be odd if I called her at home and asked? Or would it be better to wait until we see her next Tuesday?"

"Maybe you should check with Quinn first?" Mike suggests.

"Excellent idea, Mike. I would feel bad if I asked Alyson, but couldn't convince Quinn." Rachel nods to herself. "Quinn first."

"I'm glad we got that sorted then."

…

Rachel waits until Sunday morning to broach the subject with Santana; mostly out of nervousness. Though they seemed to have reached a happy medium on the subject of Quinn and her feelings for Rachel, she knows Santana doesn't necessarily ever want to talk about it again.

They're currently in bed reading the New York Times and drinking coffee and Rachel figures it's now or never.

"So I think a significant amount of time has passed," Rachel announces.

"For what?" Santana asks.

"To set Quinn up on a blind date," Rachel explains.

"What? Why?"

"Because she's your best friend," Rachel replies.

"Brittany is my best friend," Santana retorts.

"Well she can easily find her own dates can't see?" Rachel smirks.

"True, but technically Quinn can too," Santana points out.

"But she won't, San," Rachel argues. "We both know it's true. She's too scared."

"I guess."

"It's just I think I found the perfect girl," Rachel explains. "She's super nice, has great taste in music and I think she'll understand Quinn's Catholic guilt. One date couldn’t hurt. Could it?"

"You found someone?"

"Of course," Rachel replies. "I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't have someone in mind."

"I suppose not."

"I think it'd be good for her," Rachel continues. "I mean, we only have one more year left. And I know Quinn will be getting out of here as well. I just think it'd be good for her to at least have one date before she escapes Lima. Don't you?"

"Yeah…"

"It might be good for her," Rachel adds.

"Get that stick out of her ass, you mean?"

"Santana. That's not nice."

"I noticed you didn't disagree with me," Santana points out.

"Will you just call Quinn and ask her if she'd be up to it?"

"Seriously?"

"Of course," Rachel replies. "I don't want to bring it up to Alyson until I know Quinn will say yes. I imagine it's going to take a bit of convincing."

Santana sighs. "I must really like you, Berry."

"Thanks, tiger."

…

Santana waits until the afternoon to call because Quinn might be in church. They never really discuss religion and so the topic of Quinn returning to the bosom of the church has never come up.

The phone rings twice before Quinn picks up. "Hey."

"Busy?"

"Not really," Quinn replies.

"You alone?"

"I'm not phone sexing you, Lopez."

"You wish, Fabray," Santana retorts. "This just might not be a conversation you want to have around your mom."

"I'm not bailing you out of jail, either," Quinn returns. "Isn't that what girlfriends are for?"

"Believe it or not, I called with a more… magnanimous purpose."

"Oooh, magnanimous. Maybe Berry is actually rubbing off on you."

"Well, she's certainly rubbing on me plenty--ow, Rachel that actually hurt."

"Fine. I'll leave you to your conversation," Rachel says.

"Hell no," Santana says. "Hold on a sec, Q." She coves the mouthpiece and turns to Rachel. "This is your idea, so you're staying."

"If you could just refrain from the sexual comments."

"Then I wouldn't be me, babe," Santana smirks and returns to her cell. "Sorry. Rach is being annoying."

"Par for the course," Quinn quips. "So why the hell did you call me?"

"Wanted to ask you something."

"So? Let's hear it."

"How'd you like to go on a blind date?"

There's silence and then, "What am I? Some kind of fucking charity case?"

"No," Santana replies slowly. "It's just Rachel met someone she thinks you'd enjoy going out on a date with, but she doesn't want to bring it up to her until she knew you were on board."

"Rachel found someone?"

"Well you didn't think it was me that found you something, did you?" Santana asks.

"No. Definitely not."

"So?"

"No way. There's no way in hell I'm going out with someone Berry picked out for me."

"Why not?" Santana asks. "She's got good instincts about these things."

"How would you know that?"

"I don't know. I just do."

"Love has made you a complete idiot."

"I think you should do it, personally," Santana says, ignoring Quinn's last statement.

"Why? Because I'm pathetic, dateless loser?"

"No. Because it'd be good for you to actually go out on a date with a girl. Otherwise, you're going to leave for college in a year and still be totally repressed. And then you'll miss the chance for some hot girl on girl action in college. The phrase gay until graduation isn't just a myth. I mean, we both know you're gayer than a rainbow, so it doesn't necessarily apply to you, but it'd be good for you to, you know, figure your shit out."

"Wow. Thanks for that," Quinn retorts.

"Whatever, Fabray, once you stop and think about it, you'll realize I'm right."

Rachel snatches the phone from Santana and starts talking before Santana can stop her.

"Please consider it Quinn," Rachel says. "We can even do some sort of group activity if that helps."

"Interrupt much, Berry?"

"I mean it, Quinn," Rachel continues. "I agree with Santana. It'd be good for you. And Alyson is super nice and definitely hot."

"Should I be jealous?" Santana mumbles.

"I could have another party next Friday night and invite her. We'll just keep it small, like last time."

"Maybe."

"Just as long as you don’t get drunk and act like a bitch," Santana says over Rachel's shoulder into the phone.

"San, don't help," Rachel whispers.

"Fine," Quinn agrees. "If only to end this conversation. Have a party. Invite her. I'll be there and I'll try not to be too bitchy."

"Excellent," Rachel exclaims. "You won't regret this, Quinn."

"I better not, Berry. And if this is some kind of set up…"

"I would never do that Quinn," Rachel replies. "In fact, I'm hurt that you would even suggest that."

"Right. Forgot who I was talking to. Just put Santana back on."

"Bye Quinn."

Rachel hands the phone back to Santana.

"Q."

"Your girlfriend is tiresome."

"Whatever," Santana scoffs. "She got you a date, so you shut your trap."

"Yeah. Yeah. Are we done?"

"Yes. Bye loser."

"Later bitch."

"Your friendship is one for the story books," Rachel comments once Santana's hung up.

"She agreed, didn't she?"

Rachel nods. "Now I just have to plan a party for Friday night."

"You gonna let Puck plan it again?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"You should," Santana says. "He always manages to find the best alcohol."

"Yeah that worked out well last time," Rachel mumbles.

"Just don't invite any other Cheerios besides me, Q and B and we'll be fine."

…

Tuesday Rachel is a bit nervous. She's not quite sure how to bring it up, especially with Kat around. Plus what if she's wrong? Did she get Quinn's hopes up for nothing?

Mike distracts Kat on the walk to the ice cream parlor and so Rachel falls into step with Alyson.

"Can I ask you something kind of personal?" Rachel asks.

"You can ask," Alyson replies.

Rachel smiles. "Would you be interested in going on a blind date? With a friend of mine? I know it's kind of lame, but I think the two of you might hit it off."

"Um, I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Rach."

"Oh, well, let me rephrase it then," Rachel says. "I'm having a party Friday night and maybe you could come and I could introduce you guys? Much less pressure that way."

"I don't know."

"If it's nervousness, I assure you, Quinn will be just as nervous."

"Rachel."

"I mean, she completely balked at the idea until I suggested a group activity," Rachel continues.

"She?"

"Oh my," Rachel says. "You're not gay. I'm so sorry. I just kind of got that vibe from you. So presumptuous of me. I apologize."

"Rachel, it's fine," Alyson interrupts. "You're not wrong. I was just a bit surprised because I thought you were setting me up with a guy."

"Oh. I suppose Quinn is a gender neutral name, isn't it?"

Alyson nods.

"So would you maybe want to come on Friday? It won't be huge and you can bring people if you want."

"You really think we'll hit it off?" Alyson asks skeptically.

"I do," Rachel nods. "The only thing is… well, Quinn's only recently admitted it to herself. So you would be her first date with a girl."

"Oh."

"I know how that sounds," Rachel says. "But I think it's best if some things are gotten out of the way before you even meet."

"I know how tough that is," Alyson replies. "But I don't want to be some girl's experiment."

"Oh, Quinn's gay, trust me," Rachel says. "So gay. I'm actually a little surprised it didn't occur to me sooner. Would seeing her picture help?"

"I don't know."

Rachel whips out her phone and scrolls through her contacts until she finds Quinn Fabray. She pulls up the picture that accompanies a call from Quinn. She's in her Cheerios uniform because Rachel has a difficult time picturing Quinn any other way, despite being kicked off when she was pregnant.

"Well, she definitely looks like my type," Alyson allows.

"What is that?"

"Blonde and bitchy. Especially since the bitch is almost always a cover."

"You can tell that from this picture?" Rachel questions.

"Aren't most cheerleaders?"
"Perhaps. I suppose my girlfriend certainly is."

"Ha!" Alyson exclaims. "I knew it. "

"You could have just asked," Rachel replies. "I would have answered without hesitation."

"Rachel," Alyson says. "We've only known each other for a couple weeks. I wasn't sure. Though, now I know you're a bit forthcoming."

"A little, ha," Mike interjects.

They've reached the ice cream parlor and have caught up with Mike and Kat.

"Everyone's a critic," Rachel grumbles.

"We all good?" Mike asks.

Rachel looks to Alyson, who offers a small smile.

"Yeah. Yeah we are," Alyson answers.

"Good. Then let's get some ice cream."

…

"So everyone's on board?" Santana asks Rachel.

They're laying in bed, tangled up under the blanket draped over them. Rachel's thankful that she was alone when she came home because Santana jumped her the second she stepped foot inside.

Rachel nods. "I'll have another small shindig, Alyson will show up and I'll introduce her to Quinn. And then let the sparks fly."

"I'm not quite sure I understand this matchmaking you've decided to embrace."

"I'm not embracing it," Rachel protests. "I met someone who I thought is a good match for someone else and I'm introducing them. It wasn't planned, it just happened."

"Strictly speaking."

"What's wrong?"

"I just feel like I've hardly seen you," Santana says.

"We see each other every day," Rachel points out. "For many, many hours."

"Yeah, I know. I don't know. That's just the way I feel."

"If you're comparing it to last summer, then you might be correct," Rachel says. "Last summer we were almost in our own little bubble. Things are a bit different now."

"Yeah."

"What?" Rachel asks, wary of the tone of Santana's voice.

"I'm being a god damn pussy," Santana says.

"Why?"

"Whining about not seeing you enough when I already see you more than I see anyone else."

"Or," Rachel replies. "You thought this summer would be more similar to last year and you're slightly disappointed. You wonder if you didn't properly enjoy it while you had it, even though you didn't realize what you had at the time."

"Basically."

"I want the same thing, you know," Rachel reveals. "And if either of us was okay with living the rest of our lives in Lima, I'd happily spend every moment I could with you. But if I want to get out of here, I can't let up. Not yet. One more year of prep so I can be ready to take Broadway by storm."

"Yeah, I know."

"Maybe the problem is you have nothing to do right now. Once Cheerios start up again, you may feel different."

"Maybe."

"And perhaps we can convince your mom for a week long sleep over, as a special occasion."

Santana grins. "I like that line of thought."

"Good. So no more brooding?"

"No more brooding."

…

Thursday after parting company with Alyson and Kat, Mike and Rachel make their way back to her place to hang out. Santana is supposed to be hanging out with Brittany and Quinn, so Rachel knows she won't find Santana lounging on her couch like usual.

They order pizza and watch old movies, but it doesn't take long for them to move the coffee table and try some of their own moves.

Mike is elegance on the dance floor and Rachel is easily able to follow his lead. He starts improvising, moving from jazz to salsa to modern to tap, even though neither of them are wearing the proper shoes.

They eventually collapse onto the couch, laughing and out of breath.

"Not bad, Berry," Mike teases.

"You dancing, improving," Rachel says. "Might be the closest I've ever come to genius."

Mike chuckles self-consciously. "You're definitely exaggerating."

"I don't know," Rachel replies. "But that was pretty fucking amazing."

Having never heard Rachel swear, Mike decides to simply accept the compliment. "Thanks."

…

Santana shows up Friday afternoon as Rachel is getting back from her ballet lesson. Checking her watch, Rachel tries to hide her surprise since it's the earliest Santana has shown up all summer.

Santana just shrugs. "Couldn't sleep anymore."

She helps Rachel clean up a bit, not saying much. And then they spend about three hours in bed. Santana wanted to do that first, but Rachel insisted on cleaning first, knowing how easily they can get distracted.

It isn't until they're eating an early dinner later that Santana says anything.

"It's nice of you to do this for Quinn."

"She could be happy, if she'd just let herself," Rachel replies. "She just needs a little push."

"I was kinda jealous of Alyson," Santana admits.

"Why?"

"Cause. You've been talking her up the last couple weeks," Santana points out.

"I've been talking about teaching the class too," Rachel counters. "And Mike."

"The Changster doesn't worry me like some hot college chick does."

"Well, she does play soccer," Rachel says.

"It's too late now to try and make me jealous," Santana replies. "You think Q is ready?"

"I hope so," Rachel answers.

"I suppose I'll have to be the one that stops her from drinking too much."

Rachel sighs. "Actually, I think keeping her away from Noah might be the best solution."

"Yeah, that putz will just fuck things up."

"He does sometimes have that talent," Rachel admits.

…

Quinn shows up first with Brittany in tow. She tries to play it cool and the other three decide to let her. Brittany does her best to distract Quinn, by trying to get her to dance.

"It'll be good practice for later," Brittany says.

Quinn whips around and stares angrily at both Santana and Rachel. "You told her?"

"Don't look at me," Santana says.

"Nor did I," Rachel adds. "Brittany just seems to know things."

Brittany nods enthusiastically.

"Besides, it's a good thing, Q," Santana says. "She can help run interference, if necessary."

"I just want you to be happy, Quinn."

"Thanks, Britt."

…

Noah arrives next, bearing alcohol.

“What’s up ladies?” he says, setting down a grocery bag of bottles and a twenty-four pack of beer.

“That’s all you got?” Santana asks.

“Don’t worry,” Puck answers. “Finn’s bringing more.”

Quinn groans.

“You sure about that?” Santana sneers.

“Kurt knows,” Puck replies. “He’ll remember.”

“That he will,” Rachel agrees.

…

Once people start showing up, Quinn starts to relax a bit. She nurses the beer Puck gave her, ignoring her want to drink faster. She knows if she does either Rachel or Santana will be on her. She doesn’t disagree with their logic; she can admit drunk Quinn is extra bitchy, but she could really use some liquid courage at the moment.

She also doesn’t know whether to be pleased or mortified that Rachel Berry found her a date. A female date, no less. If she didn’t already know she was in bizarro world because Santana is dating Berry, this would be the final confirmation. She supposes she shouldn’t be surprised. Of course Rachel would find her a date; it’s in her nature to be that nice.

Sometimes Quinn wonders if her crush on Berry is more because she wanted to absorb and imitate Rachel’s niceness, since she definitely doesn’t seem to have it as naturally.

Looking around from her post on the couch, Quinn notices a couple Cheerios flittering by. She vaguely remembers Santana stating no non-glee Cheerios were allowed. Quinn wonders why. When Santana eventually sees them, it could be quite entertaining.

…

Rachel’s surprised that she actually hears her cell phone when it rings. Stepping outside, where it’s a bit quieter, she answers it.

“Hey Rachel, it’s Alyson.”

“Oh hello. On your way over?”

“Uh, yeah, I am. I’m bringing my little brother and his girlfriend. They’re juniors. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course,” Rachel says. “I said you could bring anyone.”

“Yeah, you did, I guess. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m just not sure about this whole set up thing,” Alyson explains.

“It’s certainly understandable,” Rachel agrees. “But I promise my intentions are pure.”

Alyson chuckles. “I figured.”

“Well, we have plenty of liquid courage available, if that helps.”

Another chuckle from Alyson. “Good to know, though we are bringing some beer.”

“It will be much appreciated.”

“Good. Well, I guess I’ll see you in a minute.”

“A minute?”

“We’re parked in front of your house,” Alyson explains. “My brother is silently mocking me for making this call.”

“Well, then I guess I’ll meet you at the door.”

…

Rachel opens the door to find a sheepish Alyson. She holds up a twelve pack of bottles and follows Rachel inside. Behind her, a shy looking blonde and a dark haired guy who is definitely Alyson’s brother enter as well.

“Drink?”

Alyson nods and followed Rachel into the kitchen.

They put the beer in the fridge and Alyson snags one for herself and her brother, Josh. The girlfriend, Lindsey, spots some orange juice and makes herself a screwdriver.

They make idle chit chat, sipping their drinks until Josh literally pushes Alyson away.

“Go meet the girl already,” he tells her. “You know you’re curious. Plus, you’re getting really annoying about it.”

“Shut up, Josh.”

“You’re just mad because I’m right.”

“Come on,” Rachel interjects. “Why don’t I introduce you to Quinn?”

Alyson nods and follows Rachel into the living room. Rachel sees Quinn on the couch, thankfully, talking to Mike. Rachel sits on the coffee table and gestures for Alyson to join her.

“Quinn. This is Alyson Tyler. Alyson. Quinn Fabray.”

“Nice to meet you,” Quinn says.

“You too.”

“Well, Mike and I need to discuss teaching related things, so we’ll just leave you.” Rachel stands. “If it gets too loud in here, feel free to go outside or even upstairs for more quiet.”

“Rachel,” Quinn hisses.

“I didn't mean that, perv,” Rachel teases. “I just meant, it quieter upstairs. And then if you’re worried about people knowing before you’re ready, you have privacy.”

“Oh. Thanks Rachel.”

“Sure. See you a bit later, Alyson?”

Alyson nods.

…

“So far so good,” Rachel says as she and Mike walk back towards the kitchen.

“It’s been thirty seconds, Rach,” Mike points out.

“First impressions are important,” Rachel counters. “As long as Quinn doesn’t get scared and hide behind a persona.”

“True.”

“So how’d intros go?” Josh asks, upon spotting Rachel.

“No one ran away screaming,” Rachel replies. “Seems like a good start to me.”

“Definitely.”

“Hey, I’m Mike.”

“Josh. And this is my girlfriend, Lindsey,” Josh replies. “I’m Alyson’s brother.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, I thought I was an odd choice to bring too,” Josh says. “But Aly’s weird like that.”

“A lot of her friends from high school don’t necessarily know,” Lindsey informs them. “That might have limited her options.”

“Yeah. I guess I forgot that part,” Josh says. “I mean, our folks don’t know yet. Just me and Kat.”

"Oh. Will they not approve?" Rachel asks.

"I'm not sure," Josh admits. "But Aly's just not ready to have that conversation with them yet, you know?"

"I suppose," Rachel replies. "I too was reluctant to tell my parents."

"You were worried about coming out to your two gay dads?" Mike asks, sounding surprised.

"It's more of the who it is, not what she is," Rachel explains.

"You have two dads?" Lindsey asks.

Rachel nods, a bit apprehensive.

"Cool," Josh says.

…

"Do you want to head outside?" Alyson asks. "It is kinda loud in here."

Quinn looks around before nodding. She stands and Alyson follows. Once outside, Quinn leads Alyson to a quiet corner of the yard. The kitchen lights though the patio door cast the yard in half shadows. Quinn sits indian style while Alyson leans against the fence.

"So…" Quinn starts. "How'd you meet Ber--I mean, Rachel?"

"My little sister, Kat, is in that dance class she's teaching," Alyson answers.

"Oh. Cool." Quinn looks at her hands. "She want to be an actress?"

Alyson shrugs. "She just likes to dance. So you're a cheerleader?"

"Yeah. It's supposed to help me get out of here."

"I understand that," Alyson replies. "A soccer scholarship is the only reason I was able to go to Pittsburgh."

"You play soccer?" Quinn asks.

"Yeah, Attacking Midfield."

"Any good?" Quinn flirts.

Alyson grins. "The best."

"You're going to be a sophomore, right?"

"Uh huh."

"But you didn't go to McKinley."

"My parents wanted us to continue being good little Catholics," Alyson explains. "And they thought public high school would ruin us, so I went to St. Rose and my sister starts in the fall. My brother goes to St. Gregory's."

"Oh. They might not be wrong," Quinn says. "McKinley is tough."

"Yeah," Alyson says slowly. "Rachel said something similar. And Mike agreed with her."

Quinn chuckles darkly. "Berry would know."

…

Josh and Rachel are trying to peer into the darkness and see Quinn and Alyson.

"If they catch you, you're sister's going to kick your ass," Lindsey reminds Josh.

"Naw. She always says that," Josh replies. "No follow through."

"Well, Q will totally be in your face, Rach," Brittany says.

"Perhaps," Rachel agrees. But Santana will protect me."

"Besides," Josh interjects. "If it goes well, they might not care."

"You better pray," Lindsey says.

"I think we should no matter what," Brittany adds. "I mean, that it goes well."

"What are you weirdos looking at?" Santana asks, coming in to the kitchen for another beer.

"Quinn and her date," Brittany answers.

"They're making out already?" Santana asks. "Who let Fabray get drunk?"

"No one," Rachel replies. "They're just talking."

"Then why are we staring?"

"To make sure things are going well," Josh answers.

"Oh," Santana says. "Who the hell are you?"

"Santana," Rachel admonishes. "Be nice. This is Josh and Lindsey. Josh is Alyson's brother."

"Okay. Wait. She brought her brother? I would never Felix anywhere."

"Some people actually like their siblings," Rachel retorts.

"How would you know, only child?"

"Alyson's not completely out to people around here," Josh explains. "It was probably safer to bring me. You know how it is around here."

"Definitely."

"You know if they catch you guys staring," Mike says, joining the group. "Well, I don't foresee that ending well."

"Good point," Rachel agrees. She grabs Josh, knowing the others will follow. "We should go somewhere else."

"Hey. I'm not sure we know each other enough for you to do that," Josh tells her as he follows her out of the kitchen.

"Right." Rachel drops his arm. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Josh assures her. "I wasn't serious."

…

"My major's Chemistry," Alyson says. "But I might change it."

"Seriously?"

Alyson shrugs. "I just don't know what I want to do with my life yet. I did pretty well in Chemistry and I like it, so I figured, why not. How about you?"

"I don't know. I was thinking of being an architect."

"Nice."

It's Quinn turn to shrug. "Maybe. I like drawing, creating."

…

"Where's the baby mama?" Puck asks Santana. "Haven't seen her in a while."

"Probably hiding from you," Santana retorts.

"I don't know why you guys act like I could make you girls do anything," Puck replies. "Beings surrounded by all this girl power, I feel lucky to still have my balls."

"Barely," Brittany says, as she skips by.

Santana chuckles. "Well, at least you're not a complete idiot, Puckerman."

…

"So how are you spending your summer?" Quinnn asks.

"Nothing too exciting. Got my usual summer job. Spending a bit of time with the little brother and sister. I didn't think it possible, but I actually kind of missed them this past year."

"That's nice. My older sister and never quite got along. I think it was all the competing for our parents' affection."

"Yeah. That'd do it."

Quinn has been slowly inching towards Alyson. As they now sit side by side, Quinn tentatively takes Alyson's hand. Alyson, in turn, inches a bit closer to Quinn and laces their fingers together. She smiles at Quinn.

…

Rachel returns to the kitchen for another drink and fights the urge to check on Quinn and Alyson. She can’t tell if it’s her natural nosiness or paranoia in relation to Quinn’s insecurities. Rachel thinks Alyson would be good for Quinn since she’s so laid back and calm; though the nervousness tonight was a bit surprising. Rachel blames it on being back in Lima.

Leaving the kitchen, someone grabs her arm and drags her into the garage. She’s about to scream for help because she’s seen horror movies start this way and she refuses to be the first victim. She is a star, she is supposed to be one of the survivors.

The overhead light flickers on and Rachel is faced with two Cheerios in just their bra and panties. Rachel’s jaw literally drops. She closes her mouth with an audible click.

“Hi,” Missy greets.

Wendy just waves slyly.

Rachel tries very hard to keep her eyes above the neck.

“Isn’t this… an unusual surprise?” Rachel stutters.

“We thought we’d clue you in on what you’re missing,” Missy informs her. “I find visual aids so helpful, don’t you?”

“Normally, I’d agree, but at the moment, I’m finding… this whole situation, distracting.’

“Good,” Wendy says. “We don’t want too much thinking on your part.”

“Yeah. That means, we’re not doing it right.”

“Oh. Well, you’re doing just fine?”

Missy smirks and begins to slowly inch forward. Wendy does as well. Rachel, in turn, slowly backs away, eventually bumping into her car. Missy and Wendy continue to stalk their prey.

“Listen, it’s not that I’m not flattered,” Rachel tries. “Because I am. Believe me. And it’s not that either of you are undesireable, because you both are. It’s just as I stated before, I am in a committed relationship that is more important than a one night stand.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Wendy pipes up.

Both Rachel and Missy look at her.

Wendy blushes. “I just meant… I mean, that it doesn’t have to be a one time thing. Right, Mis? It could be a more regular thing. I mean, I know I wouldn’t mind. And if it’s commitment you want, we can definitely do that. Right Mis?”

Missy nods immediately, smirk turning lascivious. “That’s true. I mean, if what we’ve heard is true…”

Rachel finds herself speechless. She can only stare at them, eyes darting between Wendy’s blushing smile and Missy’s almost pornographic pose. She also wishes she was sober because hopefully then the suggestion of a recurring threesome wouldn’t sound so appealing.

“I’m not really sure that’s such a good idea,” she manages finally. “For one thing, I believe in monogamy. Second, what you’re proposing is… inconceivable to my brain at the moment. Third, have you met my insanely jealous girlfriend?”

“We’re way too young for monogamy,” Missy replies.

“Yeah,” Wendy adds. “Don’t you want to sow your wild oats?”

“In Lima? Ha!”

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you back in September,” Missy informs Rachel.

“What? Why?

“It’s the plaid skirt,” Wendy replies. “You’re like an alluring tease.”

Rachel sighs. “Why does everyone say that?”

“Because it’s true,” Missy replies.

“We’ve overheard Lopez in the locker room,” Wendy adds.

“And Coach loves you,” Missy throws out.

“Yes. Those are valid reasons,” Rachel replies, voice full of sarcasm.

Missy turns to Wendy. “I’m starting to think we’re not as hot as we think. How can she keep rejecting us?”

“I am standing right here,” Rachel reminds them.

“Well, then enlighten me.”

“I already told you,” Rachel says. “I’m not a philander.”

“A what?”

“I don’t cheat.”

“Well, get Lopez out here and it can be a group activity,” Missy says.

“Aren’t you two getting cold?”

“It’s like eighty degrees outside,” Wendy says.

“So that’s a no?”

“You’re stalling,” Missy observes.

“You are correct.”

“Just say yes,” Missy says. “You know you want to.”

Just then the garage door swings open.

“Rach, babe, you in here?” Santana’s voice floats through the doorway.

“Santana!”

Santana steps into the garage and surveys the scene. She raises an eyebrow at the nearly naked Cheerios. She takes in Rachel, backed against her car, looking flushed and uncomfortable. She knows it all could be interpreted two different ways and for once, she decides to trust Rachel.

She turns to face the half-dressed Cheerios. “What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On.”

“We’re just having a conversation,” Missy answers. “About possibilities.”

“Really?”

“I’m glad you’re here, actually,” Missy continues.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Missy replies. “We’ve been discussing with Rachel the merits of dabbling.”

“Dabbling?”

“Apparently I’m so sexually desireable that they are applying to become members of my harem,” Rachel says, wryly.

“I’m sorry, I think my ears must have too much cotton in them,” Santana says. “Could you repeat that?”

“You heard right,” Wendy pipes up.

"So Marisa would be the founding member?" Santana asks.

"Who?

"Santana," Rachel cautions.

“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this,” Santana groans.

“You’re not the only one,” Rachel says.

“Get dressed,” Santana growls. “Or else.”

Missy debates arguing, while Wendy immediately complies. Seeing Wendy mostly dressed, Missy begins to pull on her clothes as well.

"Why are you two even here?" Santana asks. "You definitely weren't invited."

"We came with Kyle and Chris," Wendy answers.

"You can always rely on the football players being idiots." Santana shakes her head. "Okay. So let's make sure we're all on the same page here. All right? Rachel? Is my girlfriend and I don't share. So if you'd like to survive the first practice in August? Back. Off. Right, Rach?"

"While I admit, I don't appreciate the surprise attacks," Rachel says. "I am very flattered by the attention."

Santana sighs. "Babe, honesty isn't helping right now."

Rachel ignores Santana and turns to face Missy and Wendy. "Truly. Thank you for the compliment, but no more. You will not succeed. All you're doing is increasing the number of laps and suicides you'll being doing later this summer."

"Lopez isn't captain."

"But she has enough power to dictate what you do," Rachel points out.

"That is true, Mis," Wendy loudly whispers.

Missy doesn't respond. Now fully dressed, she glares at Santana, but doesn't speak. Santana stares back. Missy looks away first, though. Still not speaking, she shoots Rachel a longing glance. Rachel offers a small smile. Missy then grabs Wendy's wrist and drags her back into the house. Santana and Rachel follow and watch the pair leave the house.

…

Santana drags Rachel back into the garage.

“I’m not having sex in my car while there are people in the house,” Rachel tells her. “I understand your need to mark your territory, but can we at least go up to my room?”

Santana smirks, because any other day, Rachel’d be correct. “I just want to talk. We’ll save the claiming for later.”

“All right. About what?”

“You know I have to do something about this?”

“Such as?”

“I’m not sure,” Santana replies. “I just wanted you to be aware.”

“Well, as long as you’re not going to order a hit on them.”

“Not exactly. I mean, not like a mob hit or anything.”

“A mob hit? As if I’m supposed to believe-“

“But some other things may occur,” Santana finishes.

“I don’t want you to hurt them,” Rachel says. “I mean, yes, their methods are borderline harassment, but they’re just young and enthusiastic.”

“You never want me to do anything to your admirers,” Santana protests.

“Marisa’s my friend,” Rachel replies. “And they’re… well, they’re Cheerios, besides assigning them an excessive number of suicides, what can you do to them?”

“Plenty,” Santana says. “Especially during the summer.”

"Now really isn't the best time to have this discussion," Rachel replies.

"Fine," Santana says. "I'll leave it. For now."

…

Quinn and Alyson are now sitting side by side, leaning against the fence. Alyson has Quinn’s hand in her lap and Quinn is leaning her head on Alyson’s shoulder, sniffling.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn says. “I didn’t mean to get so… I just thought you should know.”

“It’s okay, Quinn,” Alyson assures her. “Everyone makes mistakes. And from what it sounds like, you handled the whole pregnancy as well as you could.”

“Berry didn’t mention anything?”

“No,” Alyson replies. “I assume she wanted to respect your privacy.”

“And you don’t think I’m dirty or worthless because I got pregnant at sixteen?”

“Course not. I actually think you’re kind of amazing,” Alyson says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Alyson turns her head and with the hand that isn’t holding Quinn’s, gently gasps the blonde’s chin and turns her slightly. Leaning in, Alyson softly kisses Quinn.

…

Now back inside, Rachel separates from Santana. She fights the urge to go into the kitchen and attempt to spy on Quinn and Alyson, instead going into the living room. She slips into an empty chair and just observes the room. Brittany, Mike and Lindsey are on the dance floor. Josh is quietly chatting with Artie and Tom. Noah is on the far end of the room with Kyle, Chris and Finn.

“Hey Rach.”

Rachel looks up to find Marisa, seated on the arm of her chair.

“Hello. When did you slip in?”

“Not too long ago. Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re my friend,” Rachel replies. “You’re always welcome.”

“Thanks. You look… tired. Is teaching so exhausting?”

“No. That is one of more fun things I’m participating in this summer. Tonight is just not what I was expecting.”

“Oh. Okay.”

…

Quinn didn’t expect Alyson to kiss her, but she considers it a pleasant surprise. She’s not surprised that it’s different than kissing Puck or Finn, but she is amazed how different it is from kissing Rachel. Maybe because she’s currently not kissing the girlfriend of her best friend, but in Quinn's opinion, Alyson is a really good kisser.

…

Puck hasn’t seen Quinn for quite a while. He wonders if she got bored or went home. Or maybe drank too much and passed out. And then Santana and Brittany dragged her upstairs to sleep it off in peace.

There’s definitely something going on. Puck can feel it. His bro and her gf are being awfully secretive. Plus, there’s a few people he doesn’t recognize hanging around, though they seem to know Rachel. He just has this feeling that something’s going on. It’s making his balls twitch, which is never a good thing.

…

Quinn’s not sure how it happened, but she’s now straddling Alyson. Alyson’s hands around her waist and are running up and down her back and all Quinn wants to do is be closer. She wants more even though she knows she’s not ready.

…

“They’ve been out there for quite a while,” Josh observes, suddenly appearing next to Rachel. “That’s probably good, right?”

“I would think so,” Rachel agrees.

“How long do you think they’ll be out there?”

“I couldn’t say.”

“It’s just that she drove,” Josh continues.

“I’m sure we could figure something out if you need to go before they return,” Rachel assures him.

“Yeah. I figured, but half the fun was going to be annoying her.”

“There’s always tomorrow,” Marisa offers.

“Yeah,” Josh agrees. “And if they see more of each other that will probably be enough mocking material for the rest of the summer. I gotta get it in before she goes back to school.”

“A younger brother’s work is never done,” Marisa says.

“I take it you have one,” Josh replies.

“Two unfortunately.”

“Ah, yes, the ole double team, I bet.”

…

When they finally part, Quinn has completely lost track of time, which has never happened while making out. She takes this as a good sign. Looking into Alyson’s eyes, Quinn fights a blush because the way Aylson is gazing at her is both making her feel special and want to kiss again for as long as possible.

Quinn’s mildly impressed with Rachel’s matchmaking skills.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” Alyson asks.

“Going out with you?” Quinn replies quickly.

Alyson smiles. “Good. Pick you up at 7?”

“Perfect.”

“As much as I’d love to sit here all night with you, we should probably head back in. I’m sure everyone’s wondering.”

“Oh god,” Quinn groans, letting her head fall onto Alyson’s shoulder.

“What?”

“Knowing my friends, they’re probably all looking out the patio window.”

Alyson stretches a bit and tries to see through the darkness. “I can’t tell, though I’m not seeing any shadows or anything. So I think we might be safe. Though knowing my brother, he’s probably just hiding, waiting to pounce.”

“That makes me feel a bit better.”

“Yeah?”

“At least we’re in the same boat.”

“That we are.”

Quinn stands first, offering a hand to Alyson. Waiting until she’s standing, Alyson takes Quinn’s hand and doesn’t let go as they stroll back towards the house. Once they step inside, Alyson loosens her hold because she knows Quinn’s not quite ready to be outted yet. However, Quinn decides it doesn’t matter at the moment, since anyone that’s still around and sober won’t say anything. And she’s not quite ready for the haze of happiness she seems to have fallen into, to be over yet.

She’s not wrong. In the living room, they find Berry, Santana, Brittany, Josh, Lindsey, Puck, Artie, that freshman who’s always hanging off Berry, and a guy Quinn vaguely recognizes from Jazz band.

Upon seeing them, Josh immediately begins whistling and clapping, causing everyone else to turn their way.

“Shut up Josh.”

“Hey, I’m happy for you. We’re all happy for you.”

"Gee thanks."

"I should probably go anyway," Quinn says.

"I'll walk you to your car?"

Quinn nods.

…

Watching Alyson walk Quinn out to her car, Rachel assumes things went well. She turns to Josh.

"I think it went well," Josh tells her.

Rachel nods.

"What?" Noah asks.

"Nothing," Santana snaps.

"Sheesh, Lopez. Chill the fuck out."

"You're not the boss of me, Puckerman."

"No," Noah agrees slowly. "But I'm best friends with your boss, so be nice."

"Noah," Rachel warns.

"What? You're saying we're not bros?"

Santana groans.

"I think that's my cue to leave," Artie says. "That cool with you, Tom? Marisa?"

Marisa nods. "Sounds good." She stands.

"I'll walk you out," Rachel says, standing.

Artie wheels himself out with Tom, Marisa and Rachel behind him.

"Thanks for inviting me," Marisa says to Rachel.

"I'm glad you had fun."

"Your parties don't suck, Rachel," Artie pipes up.

"Thank you Artie." She turns back to Marisa. "Call me. We'll hang out next week."

"Cool."

"See you guys later."

…

"Seriously, Lopez," Puck says as the door shuts. "What the hell is your damage?"

"I'm just not in the mood for your shit, okay, Puckerman."

Puck turns to Brittany. "Will you make her be nicer?"

"Why are you being such a girl, Pucky?" Brittany asks. "S is mean to you all the time."

"Not when she's drunk," Puck protests.

"I'm not drunk."

"Oh. Well okay then."

"You guys are really strange," Josh observes.

…

Quinn fully intended to give Alyson a quick peck goodbye, but it somehow morphed into another make out session that has Alyson pressing Quinn against her car. It's late and dark enough that she's not worried about being seen. She just lets herself enjoy the moment.

Eventually Quinn's sense of responsibility kicks in; she knows her mom'll start looking for her. It's one of the drawbacks of having a closer relationship with her mom.

"I better go," Quinn says, pulling away. "I'll see you tomorrow night?"

"Count on it," Alyson smiles.

…

Quinn spends the entire drive home, smiling to herself.

…

Alyson strolls back into the house with a soft smile on her face. She sinks onto the couch next to Rachel and lets her head fall on her shoulder. She lets out a content sigh.

"You guys didn't have sex out there, did you?" Puck asks.

"Noah." Rachel looks at Brittany and nods.

The blonde is sitting closest to Puck and smacks him on the back of the head.

"Hey! That hurt."

"Good," Brittany says.

"I'm glad you had a good time, Alyson," Rachel says.

"Me too," Josh pipes up.

"Thanks bro."

"And not that this hasn't been fun, but are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. Of course. Sorry." Alyson stands.

Rachel jumps up as well and hugs her. "I'm glad you guys like each other," she whispers.

"We're going out tomorrow night," Alyson whisper back.

Rachel just smiles. "See you Tuesday?" she asks, when she pulls out of the hug.

Alyson nods.

Everyone exchanges good byes and it isn't long before it's just Rachel, Santana, Brittany and Puck.

The house isn't in shambles and Rachel has tidied a bit while they were waiting for Quinn and Alyson to come in, so the four of them head upstairs and into Rachel's bedroom.

…

"You're pretty pleased with yourself aren't you?" Santana asks Saturday afternoon.

Puck and Brittany have taken off and Santana is drying the dishes as Rachel washes them.

"Of course," Rachel replies. "Anytime I am proven correct is a good day. Plus, you know, helping my friends."

"I just can't believe Q," Santana says. "I thought for sure she'd stay repressed until college at least."

"I had a similar observation," Rachel agrees. "At least without any pushing."

"So of course you had to push."

"Only when I found someone I believed she might like," Rachel replies. "You'll notice how I left things alone until then."

"Yeah. You did."

"What we really need to worry about is how tonight will go," Rachel continues. "A real and proper date. Do you think Quinn is ready?"

"I don't know. Maybe I should call Q later?"

"That seems like a good idea."

…

Quinn isn't as nervous as she thought, which she informs Santana when she calls. She appreciates the call, though, because Quinn fully expected to be having a panic attack by now.

But Quinn finds herself only suffering the usual first date butterflies that she hasn't felt in a long time. Alyson said they'd drive a bit since Lima wouldn't be the best place for a first date. Quinn can admit that information also relieves some of her tension.

When the doorbell ring, Quinn hurries down the stairs, thankful her mother is out for the evening, something about a book club, which strikes Quinn as odd since her mother isn't really a reader. But she'll take it, since it means not having to deal with questions she doesn't want to answer yet.

Instead, feeling a bit giddy, Quinn opens the door for Alyson.

…

"So you're really not going to bring it up?"

Santana is channel surfing while Rachel is writing something in her prank notebook as the pair cuddle on Rachel's bed.

"Bring up what?"

"Missy and Wendy."

"What's there to bring up?" Santana asks.

"So you're not pissed?"

"Of course I'm pissed," Santana growls. "But talking to you about it isn't going to help. You're not the problem. It's those… fucking sluts."

"They are rather persistent," Rachel agrees. "I was worried that you were secretly mad at me."

"No. If I was angry, I'd let you know," Santana informs her. "My issue now, is how to deal with them. That is, if you're going to let me."

"I suppose it depends on what their next move is. If they back off, there's nothing that needs to be done."

"Definitely. But I doubt that's what is going to happen."

"No more parties," Rachel says.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't go off by yourself is all."

"Both times I was going to the bathroom," Rachel retorts. "And that is the one place you're not coming with, well at least when I'm, you know. I don't think we're ready for that step yet."

"No, we're not." Santana hits mute on the TV. "How about a chastity belt?" she jokes.

"That still doesn't stop them from stripping in front of me," Rachel points out. "And there's still plenty I could do that would constitute cheating. Besides the fact, that I'm not the problem. If you want to put chastity belts on them, that would be a different story."

"Yeah. Yeah. You're right."

"So what? We wait?"

"Maybe. Though if it gets out of hand, we might have to go to Coach Sylvester."

"I'd rather save that for a last resort."

"Me too," Santana agrees.

…

"I had a really good time," Quinn says bashfully.

They're in Alyson's car, parking in Quinn's driveway.

"Me too."

"You wanna come in?" Quinn asks, not ready for the date to be over. "My mom's probably asleep. We could watch TV or something?"

"I'd love to," Alyson replies. "But my curfew is midnight and well, it's already 11:30."

"It doesn't feel like it's that late," Quinn says.

"I know. The night just flew by."

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Quinn asks, shyly.

"Maybe we could do lunch? Like one?"

"I'd like that."

…

For some reason Felix is mercilessly teasing Santana at Sunday dinner. Tomás, Clara and Rachel simply watch, amused as the two bicker. Though she knows her girlfriend is thoroughly annoyed, Rachel finds the entire scene endearing. She assumes it's because she doesn't have any siblings and so everything is a bit of a novelty.

"It was much worse when they were growing up," Tomás says quietly, leaning Rachel's way. "Being older, Felix was able to trick Santana into doing a lot of stupid things. Until Santana was about eight and refused to believe anything Felix said."

"I've often wondered if I've missed out on something because I'm an only child," Rachel comments.

"I'm not sure missed out is the way to look at it," Tomás replies.

"I have no complaints in that arena," Rachel assures him. "I'm simply curious. Especially watching other sets of siblings interact."

"You sound a bit like an anthropologist."

"I suppose I do," Rachel says. "As an actress, observing and studying human behavior seems like the best way for me to improve."

Tomás looks at her affectionally. "You really are bit of an odd duck, Rachel Berry."

…

When Santana opens Rachel's door Monday afternoon to a very happy looking Quinn Fabray, she has to pinch herself.

"Hey."

"Is Rachel here?" Quinn asks.

"Yeah. This is her house, after all."

Nodding, Quinn breezes by Santana and head towards the kitchen where various baking sounds can be heard.

Quinn sits quietly at the table and watches Rachel make banana bread.

The carrot cake was a success and so when Rachel found the recipe for banana bread, she knew it was going to be her next baking project.

"Who was at the door?" Rachel asks Santana.

"I don't know. It looks like Q," Santana says, pointing towards the table. "But she's acting all weird."

"You act as if you've never seen Quinn happy before Santana."

"Fewer times than you would think."

"Shut up S," Quinn says. "I'm not going to let your surliness ruin my good mood. I just came over to thank Rachel."

"Oh? I take it your date went well?"

"It did," Quinn nods. "We went out again yesterday."

"Yeah?" Santana asks.

"She took me on a picnic." Quinn can't seem to keep the grin off her face.

"I'm pleased my instincts about Alyson were correct," Rachel says. "When are you seeing her again?"

"Tomorrow night," Quinn replies. "She works during the day and tonight is mother/daughter bonding night for me, so we're going to do something after she and Kat get back from ice cream with you and Mike."

"I'm glad," Rachel says. "Say something nice, San."

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm happy for you, Q. Really. You gonna do the deed tomorrow night? Three date rule."

"Santana."

"Shut up Lopez," Quinn grumbles. "We all know I'm not ready for that."

"What if your girl loses interest?" Santana teases.

"She's not my girl," Quinn snaps.

"Yet. It won't be too long before she's under the Fabray spell. Everyone seems to fall under it."

"Well not everyone," Quinn retorts, looking at Rachel.

"We're venturing into dangerous territory," Rachel interrupts. "Leave Quinn alone, tiger. Let her enjoy her happiness."

"Yeah, S. Listen to your boss and let me enjoy my happiness."

"Quinn that isn't helping either," Rachel says.

Santana just chuckles.

…

Tuesday, Kat bounces into the room a bit early.

"Hi Rachel!"

"Hello Kat. How are you today?"

Kat doesn't answer, just engulfs Rachel in a tight hug. After her getting over her surprise, Rachel hugs back.

"Is it National Hug Day already?" Mike asks, walking into the room. "Because if so, I'm way behind."

"No," Kat says, pulling out of the hug. "I just wanted to thank Rachel."

"For what?"

"Alyson is in like this really good mood. And she says it's cause you intro-ed her to a really great girl."

"I'm glad Alyson likes Quinn."

"It's just Josh and I were worried that being home for the summer would bring out the self hatred. Aly has a lot of trouble being Catholic and gay."

"Quinn does too."

"And going to a Catholic high school really didn't help," Kat adds. "But now she has a girl to distract her and keep her busy for the summer."

"What happens when Alyson goes back to school in the fall?" Mike asks.

"I don't know," Kat says. "That's a good question."

"The thought occurred to me as well," Rachel agrees. "Hopefully things can be worked out."

"We're still getting ice cream, right?" Kat asks.

Rachel looks at Mike who nods. "Of course. Unless you or Alyson doesn't want to."

"Oh good. Because I do. I bet Aly will too."

The rest of the kids begin entering and Kat goes to greet her friends as Rachel and Mike finish setting up.

…

"So how much is Josh mocking you?" Rachel asks Alyson as they sit.

"A lot," Alyson admits. "But he doesn't do it in front of the folks, so that's cool, at least."

"He seems like a good guy," Mike throws out. "We talked a lot Friday night."

"Yeah, he said he had a good time," Alyson says.

"So I hear you're going out again tonight," Rachel says.

"Yeah," Alyson grins. "Just a movie, but it'll still be fun."

"Well if you ever wanna double with me and San, you're welcome to," Rachel says. "We pretty much have the house to ourselves. My dads work a lot."

Mike bursts out laughing.

Kat, Alyson and Rachel all turn to stare at him.

"Sorry. I was just picturing it."

"What's so funny about that?" Alyson asks.

Mike tries to figure out how to articulate why he laughed so loudly. "It's just Quinn and Santana are so…"

"They have a complex relationship," Rachel finishes.

"Oh."

"It's not a bad thing. It's just their cheerleading coach is a little intense," Rachel explains. "Add to that, the way our school is and well, it's complicated."

"All right."

"You guys make high school sound problematic," Kat observes.

"It can be," Rachel says.

"It'd be cool if I could go to McKinley with you, Rach."

"This is my last year at McKinley," Rachel tells Kat. "So the timing just doesn't work out it seems."

"Oh."

"It's less exciting than you think," Mike whispers loudly to Kat.

"Watch it, you," Rachel smiles, lightly elbowing Mike.

Kat giggles.

…

"So how do you think the third date is going?" Rachel asks Santana that evening.

"I should be completely insulted that you brought that up now."

"What? Why?"

"We're naked, and I just fucked you speechless and the second thing out of your mouth is to ask about Quinn?"

"And Alyson," Rachel defends. "Though that's not really helping my argument."

"Nope."

"I guess my brain just went to your whole third date rule," Rachel explains. "I wonder when Quinn'll be ready for that."

Santana groans.

"What?" Rachel asks.

"She's going to come to me eventually isn't she?"

"Well she's certainly not going to come to me. What about Britt?"

"Maybe. You know how B is. Although, she'd probably be serious for Quinn's sake. I just don't know if Q knows that."

"Well, maybe you'll luck out and the sex'll just happen."

"This is Quinn we're talking about."

"Hope springs eternal," Rachel says.

"Weirdo," Santana replies, fondly.