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[ when the feed opens on becky's face, it's obvious from her expression that she's trying to hold back her excitement about something. her grin seems to say she knows something that everyone else doesn't know — and, well, it's something everyone has probably been wondering about since tuesday. at least, the ones she'd subjected to being set up. she would have attempted to hide her identity as the person responsible for the blind dates for longer than a few days, but she's simply dying to know how they all went and the only way she can find out is if she outs herself. or she could just stalk everyone, but this way is much easier and much more direct. ]

Soooooo... [ the vowels fluctuate in a sing-song manner and she stares expectantly at the screen, brows raised. ] How was everyone's Tuesday? I'm dying to hear all about it.

[ yeah, she's really not trying for subtlety here. she might actually die from excitement at this point the way she's practically holding her breath. it's almost like she's saving it all in case she needs to let out a powerful fangirl screech... sadly, that probably won't happen. maybe next time, becky. ]

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[ oh... oh, no. this girl seems upset. something maternal kicks in and becky's expression immediately softens into something more concerned. her grin is an attempt to be reassuring, at the very least. ]

Oh, no, you didn't miss anything. I promise. [ she pauses, then, hesitantly: ] Is Santana your girlfriend?

[The sentiment was mostly unnecessary, but appreciated nevertheless.]

Yeah. [A single nod, lips twisting together as she thought back. But if Date Night had been Tuesday...] She's the one who was glaring at the whole Network a couple days ago, thinking one of my friends was trying to hook up with me or something.

Which I told her was ridiculous, but I don't know.

[ becky really isn't the person anyone should be going to for dating advice, especially considering all the blind dates, but she has read (and written) a lot of fanfiction like this... ]

Sounds like she's the overprotective type.

[Yeah, tell her something she doesn't already know.]

You have no idea.

[ becky tries to look a little sympathetic. overprotective types can be pretty difficult to deal with. ]

That bad? Maybe you two should have a Date Night.

[Not the worst idea ever.]

Any suggestions?

[ oh, boy, does she have suggestions. ]

Well, that really depends on you two! Is there anything you like to do together? Dinner? Movies?

Each other?

[ well. that's straightforward, isn't it. becky's trying her hardest not to laugh, but it doesn't really work. ]

Other than that. Not that there's anything wrong with that! And, I mean, if that's all you really want to do... with the right lighting, some mood music, maybe some lingerie... [ she looks a little far away now, like she's imagining that exact scenario, except... with her and sam. ] Well, that could be a good night too.

[Actually, neither of them were straight. But they were blunt and lacked a sense of shame when it came to sex.]

You're so right.

Plus, it's the best excuse to go closet shopping again.

[ that's probably the first time anyone's told her she's right about something, honestly, so she's pretty happy with herself. ]

There you go! I hope the two of you have a good time. And, you know, be safe and all that.

[ she is the adult here, so it's kind of her job to promote safe sex. ]

[Well...she was right! Credit where it was due.]

Thanks.

And don't worry. We know what we're doing.

[ becky laughs again, more to herself than at brittany. ]

Well, with that kind of conviction, who am I to doubt you?

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