"Are you ok?" Brittany asked Quinn as she watched the girl pace her bedroom floor from the comfortable perch of her freshly made bed. It was pretty early in the morning, and Brittany had just woken up when she heard a knock at the door around the same time she received a text: it's me, B. PLZZ let me in!

"I'm…confused, Brittany," Quinn answered loudly, "I don't know what to do, and oh, god, I shouldn't have talked to Santana about Finn and Sam and – She rambled on and on, clearly distraught. Brittany hopped up in a flash, cutting her friend off and pulling her to sit back on the bed next to her.

"I really think you're supposed to breathe sometimes, Quinn…" She soothed, playing with the other blonde's hair. Quinn sighed heavily in response, letting her clearly overworked head flop down on Brittany's shoulder.

"Yeah. I know. " They sat like that for a few moments before Brittany's eyes started wandering around the room, clearly unsure of how to proceed without starting Quinn off again. Quinn caught her awkward facial movements in the corner of her eye and took it as her cue to finally explain, if only to relieve Brittany of her misery.

"Santana and I were fighting…about Sam – it's not what you think, B" she interjected at the tall girl's suddenly alert and worried look, "but basically we were fighting because I stupidly bitched about her stealing him from me, even though they're not together now. Obviously." She lifted her head up and gave Brittany's proud smile a happy grin in return before growing serious again.

"And I let it slip to Santana that I never really loved him, anyway," she continued, "Which I think everyone knew...but I also wasn't sure if I ever even loved Finn. Which is FUCKED up," Brittany started at this outburst, and Quinn inched away from and in front of her as if to protect the girl's ears before saying again, "so fucked up. Because of what I did to Ber- Rachel…poor Rachel…" At this the girl seemed to space out quite suddenly, and Brittany leaned over and backwards to look into her eyes from below.

"Quiiiin" She sang, snapping the girl out of it. Quinn continued talking as if she hadn't completely left the world behind for several seconds.

"Santana said…she said I should just 'go out and kiss a damn girl' she said, 'just to see if the stick up my ass isn't the problem….but the fact that it's a fucking stick." At the last word, Quinn started leaning in slowly, prompting Brittany to panic a little bit.

"Quinn….Q! – I REALLY don't think Santana meant m-"but then Quinn's lips were on hers, the perfect mix of chaste and super-sweet. Their lips moved together slightly for a few slow seconds before they both pulled away with a gasp.

Brittany giggled awkwardly, until she noticed Quinn looked serious….deadly serious. She placed her hand to her mouth for a moment, as if kissing her own fingers, and then declared in shock,

"Santana was right…she was right about everything. I have to go see Rachel!" With another abrupt peck on her flustered friend's lips, Quinn was out the door in a second, bolting down the stairs and out of sight.

Brittany pulled her phone out of her pocket after a moment's worry, flopped down onto her pillows with a sigh and pressed Santana's speed dial.

"Sannie…yeah, hi. I don't know what we did to Quinn….but you made her get all crazy and then she kissed me a little bit…and I think I made her want to kiss Rachel."

Santana's cackling laughter was the instant response followed by a joyous "I knew it!"

Brittany, clueless to what had really just happened in Quinn's head, replied seriously… "It's not funny, San. I think my lips made her a lady-slut."

She could hear the smirk in Santana's equally, albeit playfully serious reply, "you seem to effect people like that, Britts. Can I come over?"

"Definitely. As long as Quinn doesn't come back…"