Flash forward, and we’re takin’ on the world together
And there’s a drawer of my things at your place

"Hey Tina? So erm, I was doing a little spring cleaning and I found loads of random knick knacks and I donated them away and erm, now I’ve got quite a bit of space in my cupboard and erm, well erm, what I meant to say is, would you like to bring over some things from your apartment over so you won’t have to pack an overnight bag everytime you OOF!" Bette stumbled through her little speech, scuffing her toe on the ground but before she could finish, Tina launched herself at Bette in joy, saying "Yes Yes Yes I will!!!" 

You learn my secrets and figure out why I’m guarded
You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

Bette looked at Tina and sighed "Tina trust me, I do want you to move in proper. I’m just…scared."

"But why? I practically live here already, I can’t even remember what my apartment looks like, the last time I slept in my own bed was 2 months ago! The only difference now is that I’ll have my own key." 

Tina looked troubled "Or do you think my apartment is like your safety net? Like if anything happens, at least you can kick me out immediately." 

Bette was shocked "What?! No no no!! Tina, trust me that’s not the reason why, look!" Bette fished out a beautiful key ring with a letter T inscribed on it complete with a key to Bette’s apartment "I’ve had this with me for 2 weeks now, I just… I just haven’t found the courage to give it to you yet." 

"Oh baby, why? I love you, you love me. We obviously can co-exist happily together in the same space and god knows it makes financial sense for me to move in what with you starting your own gallery and me fresh out of NYU." Tina asked as she moved to take Bette into a hug.

"I… I’m scared. The last time I did this, I got my heart stomped on, blended and thrown out to the vultures. Not only do I not have the best track record, my parents also split because they couldn’t stand living with each other even after 10 years together and of course my dad’s infidelity didn’t help matters. I don’t want to get hurt…and I don’t want to hurt you Tina." Bette finished quietly, burying her face in the crook of Tina’s neck.