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Pick me up, been bleeding too long (rp with girl_ofsecrets)

She waited on the front steps.

It was a damn near childish thing to do, but she didn't feel like putting up with questions and explanations and pretending to be civil when she just wanted to break things. And slamming the door behind her was satisfying. She couldn't have done that if she'd waited downstairs for Claire to knock on the door.

So she stalked downstairs and slammed the front door and waited outside on the steps. Aware that it was childish. Just not giving a damn.

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Claire knew that she was probably intruding on Bee wanting to be alone but she was her mother's child, and Sandra Bennet didn't leave things alone when she thought someone needed something.

Plus who could turn down Starbucks?

So she rushed out of the townhouse without really saying anything to Adam or Peter, just grabbed her stuff and rushed off. It wasn't like they'd really question her about it, they were good that way. So she ran to the nearest Starbucks, grabbing herself a chai tea Frappuccino and then a Strawberries and Cream one for Bee. If it had caffeine, it'd be a little bit but she was sure that it was safe.

When she got to Bee's, she blinked a bit at seeing her friend waiting outside but she didn't question. She merely paused at the end of the little walk way, holding out her drink with a little smile.

It was pretty clear right away that Baileigh was not at her best. Her eyes had the reddish, raw look of recent tears, and she hadn't bothered with makeup. Still, she attempted a watery smile and pushed herself to her feet, brushing the dirt off of her jeans and accepting the offered drink.

"Thanks," she murmured, wrapping her hands around the cup to warm her frigid fingers.

"Not a problem." Claire's heart ached a little bit as she noticed that her friend had been crying. She didn't say anything about the lack of make up, it wasn't like she was wearing much either to be honest. She just hadn't gotten there yet.

"Which way do you want to head?" She gave a half smile, glancing around.

Baileigh pointed silently with one hand before taking a hesitant sniff of the concoction Claire had brought her. The opposite direction had a really annoying dog...and a cemetery. The latter of which was a much bigger concern than the stupid dog, at this point.

"What is this again? Smells good," she remarked in a bit of a mumble, hesitantly taking a sip.

"Strawberries and Cream. It's really good." She sipped her drink, nodding as they moved in the direction that Bee wanted to head. She didn't ask what was in the other direction, she figured it would be better to let Bee choose because it was better for her mood. Claire hoped.

"Just don't tell Ethan I went to Starbucks." Ethan was her boss at the coffee shop. "He'd give me heck....for not bringing him something." She chuckled faintly, sipping her drink once more.

Baileigh couldn't quite manage a laugh, but her smile warmed a tiny bit. "Yeah, well...it's Starbucks. They totally put addictive chemicals in everything they make. I won't tell."

She sighed lightly and sipped at her drink again. "I'm...gonna stay at Annie's tonight," she admittedly sheepishly, biting her lower lip and letting her hair fall down to cover her face.

"Thank you." Claire said again, keeping her smile easy as she nodded, "I'm sure someone would try to make me go to a sort of Starbucks Rehab or something if they knew the love affair I have with that place."

She nodded a bit as Bee admitted to the fact that she was going to stay over at Annie's, "Okay." She tilted her head a little, looking at her friend, "Really bad fight then?" She kept her voice soft, as though someone could overhear them even if they were the only ones walking at the moment.

She scoffed softly and rolled her eyes, shook her head a little. "I wish. I wish it was a bad fight. He won't argue with me. He won't yell, he won't--he's just snide, and pissy, and then just stops talking to me--I wish he would yell. I wish he would fight with me. He just won't."

She sniffled in irritation and rubbed at her eyes with one hand. "I know I'm a hormonal mess right now, I know that. I just--I don't know. I just don't want to go home and try to sweep everything under the rug and pretend I'm fine when I'm not."

Claire frowned a little bit because she could understand why that would upset Bee, it would piss Claire off. She didn't like to be babied in any sort of way. "Would he fight with you before?" She asked, fairly sure she knew the answer but maybe it needed to be asked. Maybe they never really fought before.

She sighed, "So then don't? I mean, he has to know you're pissed off, right?" Men could be oblivious at times but she really didn't think Sark was one of them. "What's he being snide about?"

"No--he never has," Baileigh sighed in frustration, swirling the concoction in her Starbucks cup. She shrugged again, toed at a stray piece of gravel on the ground. "Something stupid. But, before that, it was the thing with Sydney, and..." She scrubbed at her cheeks again as though fighting off the urge to start crying. "I don't know how I can--I mean, who am I fooling? Who are we fooling? We're gonna raise a kid and we can't even work through ridiculous crap like this?"

"Hey." She looked at her friend, stopping for a moment as she turned to face her a little. "You will, you'll get through it. Right now you're freaking out and that's understandable, you didn't plan this. Its going to change a lot of things and it doesn't help that everyone is suddenly treating you like you're going to break if someone touches you wrong." She reaches out, touching Bee's arm lightly, "But you'll be okay."

Baileigh gazed down at the cup in her hands, worried at her lower lip with her teeth. "I keep trying to tell myself that. I don't...I don't want to be like my mom. I want to be a good mom. I want to be a Lorelai, not an Emily."

"Ohmigod, you're going to be a rocking Lorelai." Claire nodded her head firmly as she fully believed it, "I mean, I'm sure you'll go Emily if you need to but you're going to be an awesome mom. Sark will even be a cool dad when it comes time, trust me....I was raised by a dad like him." There were some similarities there, in her mind.

There were a few similarities in her mind, too...not that she planned to tell either of them, she wasn't sure how either Mr. B. or Julian would take it. "I know no one's perfect at it. I just...don't want to fail miserably, it's not the kid's fault, it didn't ask to be conceived."

"You're not going to fail." She shook her head in an assured manner. "You'll figure it out, give yourself time. It's only been a few weeks and...you can always call my mom. I'm sure she'd love to talk to you and she could talk you through it." She nodded a bit, "Plus you have all of us. I know we're not much help since we're not directly involved but...we're still here." She wrapped an arm around Bee, hugging her gently before urging her to start walking again.

Baileigh heaved another sigh and hugged Claire back, resumed staring down at the lid of her cup when they started walking. "Do you and Hiro ever fight?" she asked quietly.

"Not really." She shook her head, the smile dying just a bit. "But Hiro is very quiet and he doesn't make me mad really. But then again, we tend to avoid certain issues and talking about them."

She could see that, she supposed, but it didn't make her feel much better. "I'm this...extremely emotional person, even before the baby and the hormones and the mood swings. I can't really...I can't change that. And it just makes me feel so awful that I'm the only one that ever gets angry. I want to yell. I want to slam doors. I want to get rid of all the negative emotions. Before, I could deal with the way he just...went silent on me. I could slay. But now I can't and I need another outlet. I just--am I crazy?! I cannot be the only person in the world that thinks it's healthy to argue and work through whatever you're feeling, whatever issues you're having. Am I?"

"No, you're not." She shakes her head a little with a sigh, "I think it's a good thing but some people are scared about what happens then. That if they face those issues, then things will break beneath them." It was her fear. Hiro was something good in her life, he helped to keep her a little more stable and she was scared of losing it.

"You can still be temperamental but that doesn't mean you're going to take it out on the baby. Look at my dad, he has a temper but he learned the silent stare."

"Sometimes you have to put a few cracks in the foundation," she murmured thoughtfully. "Then you can patch them up, and it'll be stronger because of it. It's not the baby I'm afraid of--I think all things considered I'm better equipped to deal with a kid than a husband."

"I'm scared of those cracks." She murmured as well, then tilted her head to the side as she considered what her friend was saying. "I think you'll do fine. I mean, you guys already live together and everything. You'll just have rings and a paper too."

"Because we're doing so well at it, so far," she sighed, passing a hand over her eyes.

"Hey, for the most part, you guys do." Claire nodded her head, "Right now, you guys have a lot going on but you can't tell me it's not good when things are a little calmer."

She shrugged a bit. "Calm because we're avoiding and ignoring issues? I...don't know. I don't know if I'd call that good."

"No, no, when things are happy." She shook her head, "I mean, you can't be avoiding and ignoring issues all the time since you were first together." A slight pause, "Right?"

"No...I don't..." She sighed and kicked irritably at the ground. "It's just, at first, I accepted it, you know? That he was--that it was just the way he was, he kept everything in. But we've been together for over a year, Claire."

"What does he say when you tell him this?" She asked curiously, her head canting to the side.

"Nothing useful," she muttered into her drink.

Claire sighed a little bit, shaking her head, "I wish I had something useful to say but I'm probably not much better at times." She sipped her drink, frowning down at the ground.

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