A/N: I don't own anything. I'm equally upset as the rest of you. Anyway, this is, of course a Brittana/Calzona crossover, with perhaps some surprises. Feedback is great, so leave it.

"Miami? Seriously?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked in the most obviously annoyed voice possible.

"Yes, Miami. I go every summer. My grandparents live there. You know this," she responded as she sorted her clothes into piles to take or leave.

"Yeah but…you never go this early into vacation! And you don't take Brittany with you!" Santana sighed.

"Listen, Quinn, I know that the three of us usually spend the first few weeks of summer hanging out, but my aunt only got the next two weeks off so we're going earlier than usual because we really want to see her. My mom was pissed that we couldn't make it to her wedding because of Nationals and she's dying to see my new baby cousin."

"That doesn't explain why-"

"DYING Quinn!" Santana said, knowing that the interruption would aggravate the blonde on the other end. Just because she had gotten nicer didn't mean that she had to stop teasing her friend entirely.

"That doesn't explain why you have to take Brittany with you. She's the only other normal person in this town!"

"Aww, Quinnie, you think I'm normal?" She earned a sigh.

"Don't call me that," Quinn said, "it isn't bad enough that my two best friends are abandoning me all summer, I would like to know why."

"My apologies, Luce," she said with a smirk.

"SANTANA!"

"Your mother named you Lucy, Quinn, I'm just trying to respect Judy. And before you yell at me again, I'll have you know that my mother invited Brittany along because, for some reason, she thinks I'm nicer when Britt's around. With all the drama between my aunt and grandma lately, my 'usually less than pleasant attitude' isn't appreciated, her words,"

"If only she knew about all the drama between you and Brittany lately," Quinn decided it was her turn to tease.

"Bite me Fabray. The only reason you're not coming with us is because you're a bad influence," she smiled as she threw another shirt into her suitcase.

"WHAT? I'm not a bad influence! Why would your mother think I'm a bad influence? I have done exactly one bad thing in my life!"

"Sure you are, Quinnie, but it's not why you think," Santana practically sang.

"If it's not the baby drama then what?"

"You're 'awfully mean to that sweet and talented Berry girl from the Glee Club'. Again, her words," Santana laughed again.

"She did not say that!" Quinn demanded.

"Of course she did, I couldn't make that up."

"Ugh!" Quinn yelled, "She's not even here and Rachel is ruining my life!"

"Whatever, you have plenty to do this summer anyway. Miami would just take away from your busy life," Santana tried. While it did make her laugh, Quinn was still one of her best friends and she didn't want her to feel so shitty.

"Not a thing. You're leaving with Brittany in the morning. Mercedes is at some leadership conference. Mike and Tina are at Asian Camp. Puck is doing community service and serving at butler to Zizes, who by the way, no thank you. Sam is working all the time. Kurt is writing his musical. Artie freaks me out a lot, so that's just not going to happen. And Finn is dating Rachel! As much as I don't want to spend any time with him anyway, he's spending all of his time with her."

"You know Quinn…" Santana started, cautiously as possible.

"What? Why are you being sketchy?"

"Well, maybe I shouldn't say."

"Tell me."

"No, Quinn, I don't want you to do anything stupid."

"Tell me, Santana, tell me, I've been home, alone, by myself, with Judy, for two weeks because the day we got done with school, you told me that you and Brittany were leaving me to go to Miami so you had things to do and couldn't hang out with me and now my only socialization practices are speaking to each of you on the phone every night and creeping random people on Facebook, Santana, did you know Becky Jackson has more friends than me? TELL ME!" She said as fast as humanly possible.

"Wow. Ok. Quinn, you have to promise you aren't going to freak out."

"Go on!"

"I don't know how to tell you this, I thought you knew already, but I guess not. Brittany told me that she heard from Wheels, yuck, who heard from Tina, who heard from Mike that all of the boys on the football team are being forced to spend all summer in football camp."

"That's hardly news, Santana. Coach Bieste is good at her job, she wants to win."

"Well besides taking all of the boys, including Finnocence, away from YOU all summer, they are also being taken away from their girlfriends all summer."

"…And this is relevant to me because…?"

"Some girlfriends don't like that idea Quinn. Some girlfriends want their Frankenteens all summer. So when their Andre the Giants tell them they're going to camp anyway…" she said hoping Quinn had finally caught on.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying, Treasure Trail dumped Finn, for good."

"Wait, why should I care? I don't want him back."

"Quinn," Santana said as though she were a mother instructing her toddler, "the only reason you and the 8th Dwarf never became friends was because of Phineaus With No Ferb. Now that you're both done with him, maybe you can become the friends you were always supposed to be," she said as she zipped the last of her bags.

"Santana," Quinn answered after a few seconds of pause, "you've been spending way too much time with Brittany. Not only have you gone soft, but you're also alluding to Disney. Often."

"Well Fabray, maybe by the end of the summer I'll be ready to sing a duet with your new best friend."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Quinn said.

"That's the thing about you Quinn, sometimes you force yourself blind to what's right in front of you."

"You would know," Quinn said, "have a safe trip and don't forget to call. Not that I care about you or anything, I just would like to know that Brittany's alright."

"Thanks Quinn. Don't worry about us, we'll keep in touch." Santana almost hung up the phone when she heard,

"Santana," Quinn called, "whatever happens this summer, just know that I'll always be your friend, both of you. We seem to forget how important the three of us really are to each other."

"Not this summer, Quinn. I promise you I won't forget."