Rachel Berry

You know I meant you.

The baby's going to feel left out, Jesse.

I want my kitten.

Come get her. Barbra misses you.

That’s okay. They can take some time to hang out together in the living room. Quality time or whatever you want to call it.

Cat naps.

Hell yeah.

We're in bed waiting for you, but you might want to have the cats leave first.

I can help.

But she does.

Not very well.

What?

The purpose of a cat is not to keep my breasts warm!

Fiiiine.

You'll be fine.

And I could have brought you your lunch like the great boyfriend that I am.

After you showered, got dressed, did your hair, and left the apartment? I'd be half way through class by then.

In all this time that we talked, we could have had a quickie, you know.

No because I'm making lunch before I head out the door.

No. I want you.

You'll survive the day, sweetheart.

But.

Unless you feel compelled to care for that yourself.

I know you can be quiet enough to not get caught. I believe in you.

Jesse, keep your hormones in balance until tonight, alright?

What if I stopped by at your school for a quickie? In the library, maybe.

I can't, baby!

With pictures.

Well I'm turning my phone off.