Dizziness May Occur

No matter what Kurt thought he knew, she wasn't chasing after Quinn Fabray like some teenage boy, Rachel decided. Dismissing the cab, Rachel looked up at the Dragonfly Inn, a quaint looking place Kurt had found over the internet.

Taking out her phone, she went over the itinerary he had given her, dismayed at how much thought he'd put into it, completely mapping out her weekend, from checking into the Inn to the return train. When she got back to the city she would have words with him.

Sighing, she picked up her overnight bag and walked up onto the porch and into the inn.

Entering the inn, a peaceful feeling came over her. The inn was obviously a place to relax. Maybe she would not eviscerate Kurt after all.

"Can I help you?" a woman at the front desk asked.

"Rachel Berry," Rachel said, smiling back at her. "I have a reservation," she added, noticing her Manager name tag.

"Just overnight?" the manager asked, looking up her reservation.

"Yes, thank you," Rachel said.

"You have a message," she added raising an eyebrow. "It says 'Stop pouting and text me'. Someone you know?"

"Yes," Rachel said with an embarrassed sigh.