Clutching the goth rubber ducky in her hand, Tina walked up to Brittany. “Here,” she smiled, “To go with yours.”

The crashing, shattering noise of breaking glass preceded the defenestration of Santana Lopez.

“Santana!” Rachel screamed, struggling against the hands holding her back, “Santanaaaaaaaaa!” Dropping to her knees, forcing her captors to let her go, she started sobbing, slumping to the floor. “No, no. Santana…”

“…Cut!”

Rachel stopped crying. Accepting the hand up from Minion #1, she walked over to the now broken window. “Santana?” she grinned, brushing enough sugar glass away to prop her palms on the frame so she could lean out, “Having fun down there?”

From where she was chilling on her back on the stunt padding, Santana waved. “The best! You should try it!”

Shaking her head, Rachel made a face at her. “No thanks. We still on for dinner?”

Santana sat up. “Wouldn’t miss it,” she called up, scooting over to where there was a ladder waiting for her, “I can’t wait to prove to you I’m alive so we’s can burn off your leftover terror.”

“Are you an Asian leprechaun?” Brittany asked.

Sunshine turned and walked away.

Shelby stroked Holly’s arm, “You’ll be the first female teacher I’ve kissed.”

Waiting for Santana to shuffle closer on her belly, Rachel shook her head. “Don’t ask,” she whispered, trying not to disturb the softly snoring blonde in her arms, “I just got Brittany to stop crying.”

“Cry – ” Santana’s harsh exclamation cut off at Rachel’s glare. She frowned, starting to stroke Brittany’s hair while being sure not to wake her, “Crying?”

Rachel sighed. “She wants to tell you herself.”

“Rachel.”

“I know, but I’m not breaking a promise.”

Santana growled but nodded. Brushing her fingers along Brittany’s cheek, she met Rachel’s eyes. “Thanks. For being here for her.”

Rachel nodded. “Anytime.”