"I haven't eaten or slept in three days," Brittany groaned, looking down at the large book in front of her and sighing loudly. "This final is going to kill me."

"Britt, baby, take a break," Santana mumbled from under her covers, rustling the sheets lightly as she turned to look at her girlfriend, sitting at the desk they shared with Quinn. "You'll be fine, you know this topic inside out by now."

"But I'm so scared!"

"Don't be." The two turned to look at Quinn as she entered the room where they slept, holding three mugs of hot chocolate expertly in her hands. "It's four in the morning, Brittany, you should sleep."

"No, I need to cover all of this in the next hour, then I can sleep!"

"Britt, baby, how many times do we have to tell you?" Santana asked as she accepted the mug Quinn handed her with a small smile. "You'll be fine! You're in the top five in your class, you're obviously going to pass!"

Brittany slammed her hand down on the desk, startling the other two as she gave a low, animalistic growl. "You two don't understand, you just don't!"

They looked at each other, Quinn raising an eyebrow, Santana shrugging. "Don't get what, Britt?"

"What it feels like to have people not believe in you at all."

"Britt, we believe in you, and your teachers and all your friends from your class do-"

"They don't," she mumbled weakly, silencing Santana and resting her head in her hands, cradling her forehead as she started to breath in and out heavily. "All my life I've had people tell me that I'm stupid, that I'll never make it, that I'm just a dumb blonde..."

"Well..." Quinn dragged out, shuffling over to her and hugging her from behind, gently kissing her on the top of her head and squeezing her arms around her tightly, "Well, look how you've proved them wrong! You're in your final year at college, studying Psychology, and you're graduating with both me and Santana this July. You're smart, you're amazing, you're brilliant, Brittany."

Santana got off the bed and moved next to her girlfriend as well, kneeling down near her and grabbing her hands, kissing the fingers lightly. "Brittany, you'll pass, you'll graduate, you'll be fine, I promise. Fuck Schue, and Sue, and Figgins, and all those people who ever told you otherwise. Like Kurt, Artie, Rachel, Finn, anybody! You're..." she looked at Quinn here, pausing slightly to smile. "You're the unicorn, Brittany."

"And even unicorns need to sleep," Quinn giggled, patting her on the shoulder. "Pack it in, your exam is at nine tomorrow morning."

Brittany nodded and finished her hot chocolate in two gulps, setting the mug down on the floor near the desk and getting off the desk chair, hugging the two other girls tightly to her, giving a small, tired sigh. "I love you both, you know that right?"

"Yeah, Britt, we love you too."