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Bette suggested Tina get her head checked at the hospital but Tina refused saying it was okay. Knowing how stubborn the bossy chef could be, Bette said she was going to stay up, just in case Tina might’ve had a concussion or something. They were now lounging on the couch reading from their kindles. Bette kept glancing across to the other side of the couch to Tina waiting for her to speak about what had happened.

Though Tina’s head was down, she could feel Bette watching her. She sighed heavily and nudged Bette with her feet.

"Bette? What is it? What do you want to know? Just say it."

"Who is she?"

Tina knew who she was talking about and she knew she’d have to tell Bette sooner or later.

"Who?" Maybe Bette would let her go this time. Bette gave her a knowing look.

 "Tee." She stated firmly.

"Fine." Tina sat up and placed her kindle and Bette’s on the table.

"Why is she calling you Tee?" Bette fired away the question that most bothered her.

"Bette, why do you call me Tee?"

"Are you defending her? You seemed like you weren’t happy to see her. Then again, you did faint after seeing her from what Dana and Helena told me." Bette replied flatly.

"I’m not defending her. I’m trying to say you call me Tee, because you’re close to me and well Sammy. I mean Samantha she is, well used to be close to me." Tina suddenly felt really embarrassed and confused.

"TINA! JUST GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!" Bette yelled.  She was losing her patience.

"I don’t want to talk to you if you’re going to be like this." Tina matched Bette; leaning back with her arms crossed her chest and faced away.

"Excuse me?" Bette sat up again facing Tina, pointing to her chest. "Tina, you’re the one with the secrets. Therefore you talk and I listen!"

"NO!" Tina was the only person who could tell Bette ‘no’ and usually it would stop her from pushing.

"No?" Bette was appalled.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Isn’t it obvious?" Tina was really upset now.