Epilogue

"Well if it isn't my two favorite lesbians in training. Two questions. One, what mischief are you two off to commit? And b, can I come?"

Rachel thrust her chest out, trying to appear taller than she actually was. "That is none of your business, Miss..." She didn't actually know Coach Sylvester's name in this world. "...and your not so subtle quip about our sexualities is both unwarranted and highly offensive. I should report you to the ACLU for discriminatory and..."

"Woah, woah, woah. Lea. Calm down. I was just joking. Is this some new method acting thing you're trying? Is this because of that stupid Ted Casablanca guy? You're an amazing actress. Don't let those fuckers get to you. They don't know shit."

Quinn tried to pull the brunette away at this point, still a bit intimidated by her coach. "Rach, please. Not now. Can we please just go home?"

Rachel headed the whispered words, sighing and nodding. "Yes, fine." She turned to Jane, "You're lucky Qui-Dianna was here." And with that she turned on her heels, dragging the blonde behind her.

Jane was simply flummoxed. She shook her head, unable to decipher the situation. It was at this point that Lea and Dianna came by.

"Hey Jane!" Lea called over her shoulder as she continued on.

She started pointing and gasping random sounds. What the hell just happened?

Dianna had just finished walking the two girls through the process of getting home, and both looked a little anxious about the idea of purposefully shocking themselves. Rachel gripped Quinn's hand tighter, causing a sly smile to overtake the blonde's face.

"So, it's that simple. Um, good luck? I guess...Lea, honey, do you have anything you'd like to say?"

"What? Oh yeah." The brunette had been distractedly playing with her phone. That bird game was crazy addictive. "Um, I guess. Good luck from me as..." Her eyes lit up and her mouth opened in exclamation. "Oh my God, I nearly forgot. Give me your arm." She grabbed Rachel by the hand, pulling her towards herself. In the same fluid motion, she took the sharpie from Dianna's pocket and uncapped it.

"What are you...Oh my God!" Rachel screamed as she realized Lea's intention. She quickly drew her arm back towards her chest and jumped to hide behind Quinn. Lea just looked confused, shifting her gaze from Dianna to Quinn.

"She um, I guess she doesn't like people writing on her." Quinn supplied, and Rachel enthusiastically nodded her head in agreement, still behind the blonde. "Here," Quinn said, thrusting her arm out as she pulled back the sleeve.

Lea smiled and wrote a quick set of numbers. "That's my cell, if you ever need help or something. I mean, I don't know if it'll work, but you might as well have it. In case."

Quinn looked down at it. "Um, Lea, this isn't going to work. I mean, it doesn't even have real digits. Who uses anything besides '555'?"

The actress held back a laugh. "Of course," she muttered to herself. "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be fine."

Quinn looked away, clearly not believing her.

"What the hell!" The explosion of sound came from an unknown point on set. The cast and crew all stopped what they were doing to look up and try to determine the origin on the cry.

It was Mr. Ryan Murphy, storming out of an office building, waving a stack of papers in his hands.

"Who the fuck messed with my scripts!" Everyone looked up or over at this point. "If this is some kind of joke, it's not funny! You guys know that no girls get storylines unless they involve a boy! This is not new! So, I'm just gonna go calmly back to my office, and whoever did this can come fess up. Okay? No punishment. Everything's cool."

He dropped the paper on a table and turned around. As soon as he was out of sight, the entire cast and half the crew ran over to read what Ryan had been going ballistic about. Cory got to it first and started scanning in relative silence, everyone watching on with bated breath. "Oh, okay. I think this is the part he's talking about." And then he began to read aloud:

Rachel and Quinn find themselves suddenly in the science room. Their hands are clasped and as soon as they realize this they simultaneously drop them and act embarrassed.

RACHEL

(nervously)

So, um. We made it back.

Quinn nods, playing with the hem of her shirt.

QUINN

Yeah, it would seem that way. (long pause) So, how does Friday night sound?

Rachel looks surprised that Quinn remembered. Her sad, awkward face changes to a bright yet shy grin.

RACHEL

(happily)

That sounds great actually. Really...great.

Quinn smiles, leaning down to give Rachel a chaste kiss. Rachel smiles against her lips.

QUINN

(motioning over her shoulder)

So, wanna get out of here? My mom's visiting my sister in Buffalo, so I have the house to myself.

Quinn is looking anywhere but Rachel as she suggests this. Rachel shoots her a coy smile, licking her lips. She grabs Quinn's hand and pulls them out of the science room.

END SCENE

"This scene makes no sense," Chord mutters to himself.

"Yeah," Matt concurs. "Wasn't Rachel freaking out about Santana and Finn in the last scene? Why are she and Quinn suddenly flirting in the science room?"

"I don't know, but it's kind of awesome," Heather adds as she appears out of nowhere, swinging a set of keys in one hand.

During the reading, Lea and Dianna had once again found themselves side by side. Dianna had enveloped her girlfriend from behind and was absentmindedly playing with the brunette's fingers. They smiled to themselves, the only ones privy to the secret of how the script had changed, and they were so proud of their girls for finally just getting together. The two girls secretly excused themselves from the group and began the short trek back to their trailers.

"So, First Wives Club?" Lea asked, slinking her arm around Dianna's.

"Oh God yes!" Dianna groaned as she held onto the brunette tighter. "I haven't had alcohol in almost a week, and with what's happened, I definitely need some. Plus, we have some news to tell the girls."

Lea smiled, wrapping her arm around her fiancée's waist. They walking with her away from the still confused crowd, conveniently towards the setting sun.