nurse-fabray:

Meet me at the park in an hour?

Yes, ma’am.

nurse-fabray:

Are you free tonight?

Yep.

nurse-fabray:

An art teacher? That sounds like a lot of fun.

Do you want to help me? 

Yeah, it’s definitely a cool job.

I’d love to.

nurse-fabray:

I assume if you’re grading something that means you are a teacher now. What do you teach?

I know. I loved him too. I had him cremated and his ashes are in a special jar, but I was thinking about spreading them in that park he used to love so much.

That would be correct. I’m an art teacher.

Yeah. I think he’d like that.

nurse-fabray:

The wedding is in about five months, so I hope it doesn’t take too much longer. I’d hate to turn into an even worse Bridezilla. What about you? What have you been up to?

I’m sorry. We really tried everything.

Fingers crossed for your fiance that you don’t turn into one. Uhh, not a whole lot. Finished grading everything for work and then packed a bag, I guess.

I believe you. It just sucks, y’know? That dog was like our…I just loved him.

_{Happy Father’s Day!}

nurse-fabray:

Well, I’m a pediatric nurse at the children’s hospital in New Haven, I’ve been spending most of my free time planning my wedding, and that’s about it. What about you?

Oh, and I thought I should let you know that Thor passed away about four months ago from a brain tumor. We tried everything and Chris found some of the best veterinarians in Connecticut, but there was nothing they could do.

Wow, Quinn, that’s amazing. Really. And yeah, I hear weddings take a of planning - years, in Mr, Schue’s case.

Wait…what? Thor died? No…I can’t believe it. Poor little guy.

nurse-fabray:

Thanks..

So…what have you been up to? 

nurse-fabray:

I’ll always want the best for you, Sam.

Same goes for you.

nurse-fabray:

I’m happy for you, Sam. Glad you found someone that makes you happy.

Thanks, Quinn. It means a lot coming from you.