Brittany lies in the bed next to her husband, and she thinks to herself that her marriage is falling apart. They've been married for six years, and dated two before that. Jackson has been acting like an ass lately. He shows up late, drunk, and smelling like cunt. They've discussed having kids, but Brittany doesn't want to have kids with Jackson anymore. Now that she thinks of it, she doesn't want to do anything with Jackson. He's a fucking asshole, and Brittany is sick of him. She moved to Miami and left her family back in Lima for him, and he thanks her by yelling at her when she forgets to take his suits to the dry cleaning.

Not being able to sleep, Brittany makes a decision. Six years ago she married Jackson and took vows, she needs to fight for this marriage. Despite everything, she took vows and she has to fight for this marriage. Brittany picks up the phone and calls Vanessa, a friend from her former workplace. Coinsidently, Vanessa used to live in Miami a few years ago before moving to Lima. All she ever did was talk about the marriage counselor that saved her marriage.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Vanessa, it's Brittany. Sorry to call so late I just need to ask you something."

"Brittany? Brittany who?"

"Brittany from work"

"..."

"We used to eat lunch together?"

"..."

"I quit because I wanted to get pregnant but never did and my husband's an ass?"

"..."

"I once fell down the stairs and everybody laughed at me."

"Oh! Brittany! How are you, it's been so long!"

"I'm good thanks for asking. Hey, remember how you and Josh went to this miraculous marriage counselour?"

"Oh yeah, I owe her everything."

"You think you can give me her phone number?"

"Sure, I don't have it with me but I'll text it to you tomorrow morning. I tell you Brittany, this woman is expensive as fuck but she will save your marriage."

"Thanks, Vanessa, I'll see you around." Brittany hangs up and goes to bed. Just before falling asleep, Brittany actually considers divorce. It's like Jackson and her are complete strangers...

In the morning, Brittany tells Jackson about therapy. He fights, he yells, he throws things, and he tells Brittany to fuck off. Eventually, he agrees before going to work. And Brittany is left to clean up his mess; she doesn't know how much longer she can take any of it, all she can do is hope for that marriage counselor to be good. The day goes by; Brittany cleans, sweeps, and goes to the mall. At 6:03 PM, she finds herself in the elevator with Jackson. Not even in the elevator they can get some peace, Jackson argues about paying almost 500 bucks an hour and tells Brittany that they don't need therapy. Brittany decides to ignore him, she doesn't have the energy to fight anymore. Brittany just walks, looking for the doctor's office, while Jackson goes on and on about money.

When Brittany finally finds Santana's office, she slowly opens the door but doesn't go in when she sees something a little unexpected. Lisa, the secretary who she talked to early, is in her desk talking to a woman. Brittany can't see the face of that woman, since she's sitting in the desk facing away from the door while talking to Lisa. The woman is well dressed, has dark, straightened hair, has her arms crossed, and is... flirting with Lisa? Lisa seems to be blushing, so Brittany decides to walk a little so she can hear.

"Doctor Lopez, you're making me blush." No kidding she's blushing, poor Lisa looks like a tomato.

"Well, I'm not doing it in purpose." Doctor Lopez, she is the marriage counselor, who is flirting with her secretary. Doctor Lopez caresses her cheek while Lisa grins like an idiot. "I have another appointment, but they're late. So what do you say if we wait for five minutes and if they don't show up then you and I go get a drink."

"Maybe we shouldn't wait. You told them 6 o'clock, they should be punctual."

"I like the way you-"

Before Doctor Lopez could finish, Jackson, now standing behind Brittany, practically yells. "Ok, let's get this over with."

Lisa and Doctor Lopez notice them. Doctor Lopez quickly stands up and looks a little uncomfortable.

"You must be Mr. Highman." Doctor Lopez politely shakes Jackson's hand, then turns her attention to Brittany. "And Mrs. Highman." Brittany shakes her hand. "I'm Santana Lopez, your marriage counselor. It is so nice to meet you two. We should probably get started, please come in." Santana... that's a beautiful name, Brittany thinks. The three of them step inside Santana's office. Santana sits in a leather chair; in front of her, a coffee table, and in front of the coffee table, a couch. Brittany and Jackson sit on it, it's a leather couch, pretty comfortable. "So, now that we know each other, why don't you tell me a little about your marriage."

Brittany is about to say something, but Jackson beats her to it and starts to complain about Brittany. Normally, Brittany would fight and stand her ground, but rarely, fighting with Jackson is the last thing on her mind. She looks at her husband, practically yelling at the counselor, bitching about how he is misunderstood. Blah blah blah, whatever. Brittany looks at Santana, the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. How she crosses her leg, how she nods listening to her rude husband, how she takes notes, everything about her is mesmerizing.

"Mrs. Highman!" Brittany snaps out of it, Santana now looking at her. "We've heard your husband's opinion on the marriage, what about you? How do you feel about this?"

Brittany feels like crying; she can't remember the last time Jackson asked her how did she feel. It's been so long since someone took interest in her; it felt good, even if it was the woman's job. Brittany talks, but not without Jackson cutting in. They argue, yell, Santana nods, and after an hour it's over. Santana interrupts their yelling.

"Well, time is up. I... I think we should schedule sessions twice a week. Payment is with the secretary and schedule is also with her. I'll see you both next session."

Brittany and Jackson thank her and head out to schedule another session. That night, Brittany can't stop thinking about Santana and her intoxicating perfume. She finds herself fantasizing about Santana, kissing passionately in the couch, bending over in the secretary's desk. Isn't it ironic? How she fantasizes about the woman she sees to save her marriage?