Author's Note: This was a story I had on my livejournal account that I never put up here. It was a story I never got around to finishing and now I'm going to try to complete it! I don't own any of the characters from Glee. I also had to tweak the story from my LJ account because of new information I learnt about Santana's family (mom's name, that she has a brother, etc.) There might be still some mistakes around but hopefully they're not too bad! Thanks for reading

They were both around thirteen when Brittany would first discover that Santana was a sad drunk. And perhaps sad was an underestimate to properly describe when Santana was intoxicated. There was so much sadness, so many hidden insecurities that Brittany would constantly wonder just how Santana ever managed to conceal it all in the first place. For one thing, it made her much more willing to deal with her best friend's often stand-offish, bitch-like behavior because as Brittany would come to understand, it was all a façade. Through her memories, she could remember five main occurrences where Santana revealed something that she probably would've never done sober. These little instances, these cracks in the mask, were significant in that it gave Brittany a closer look at the real girl behind it all. And while it made Santana appear like a fake bitch, causing many people to question why Brittany would ever befriend such a demon, there had been their non-inebriated moments where Santana would open her heart. Other times, however, a little liquid courage was needed for opening up.

If this were any other Friday of the month, Santana would usually spend the night at Brittany's house since the Lopez family was often busy dealing with their respective occupations. The second Friday of any month, however, was particularly special in that they were declared as Lopez Family Night. No matter what important events in their schedule each Lopez member had, they were to cancel anything that would interfere with their family dinner. Santana had always complained of these particular days, stating that she'd rather hang out with Brittany, but the blonde knew better. Brittany secretly knew that Santana was the one whom came up with family night and always looked forward to those nights where her family could come together and eat at the same time – something Santana always fantasized ideal families to do. Of course, Lopez family night didn't always go perfectly. Sometimes Santana's father would get a page from the Emergency Room and he would have to rush back. Other times, her mother had to stay a little longer at her law firm due to some big case and would come home late. The point was that they tried and Santana was always grateful for that. Thus, when Brittany waved goodbye to her friend that Friday, she certainly didn't expect the series of events that would come about.

After twenty minutes of waiting for her mother, Santana decided to finally call her mother. It wasn't particularly abnormal for Mrs. Lopez to be late for picking up her daughter, but it was strange that the woman had not sent some kind of notification for her delay.

"Hello, you've reached Maribel Lopez's phone," came a very practiced and professional voice that Santana immediately recognized to be her mother's, "Sorry I couldn't answer the phone right now, please leave your name and phone number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"Hey mom, it's Santana…" Santana paused for a moment at the realization of what she just said. Of course her mother would know she was Santana. "Um… school ended a while ago, just wondering if you're going to be late or something. I… I can't wait for tonight."

She abruptly hung up. Her ears flushed from the embarrassment about her last statement; she had always tried to act nonchalant about their family nights. Unsure of when her mother would notice the missed call, she sat on the curb of the street and watched as other kids around her were being picked up by their respective parents. Some parents, she observed, would come out of the car just to hug their child before they got back into the car to drive away. It stirred a sense of envy within her. Too proud to show her mother the affection her child-like self wanted to, she followed suit the typical expectations of a rebellious teenager. After all, if she pretended she didn't care, then it wouldn't hurt as much when her mother disappointed her.

Fifteen minutes and two additional calls later, Santana decided to finally give up on waiting on her mother. It was rare for her to call her father, since he didn't like to be disturbed from work, but she figured this would be an important enough of an issue to bother her father.

"This is Dr. Derrick Lopez," the voice seemed neutral with a hint of sternness that only Santana could detect, "leave a message." Neither of her parents had answered their phones.

"I guess they're busy," Santana said solemnly to no one in particular. And as the words settled in her mind, she did her best to withstand the urge to cry from disappointment. Grabbing her backpack strap, she flung the Louis Vuitton backpack her father bought her last Christmas over her shoulder and made her way to the closest bus stop.

Unsurprisingly, this wasn't the first time her parents were "too busy" to pick her up. Since her first day at middle school, her parents had provided her the bus route and schedule that would guide her home in the case of something like this would happen. And after following the instructions for over ten times, Santana had easily memorized which buses to take and what times they would come.

It would take a grand total of forty minutes or so to go from William McKinley Middle School to the nearest bus stop to her house. Contrary to the reputation Santana liked to make about Lima Heights Adjacent, Santana actually lived in a gated community and had never been exposed to the rougher part of town. She liked to tell everyone she did though. It made her seem tough, made her seem like she was a person you wouldn't want to mess with, and that was exactly how Santana rose to the school as a certified bitch. She used her playful imagination to buildup her own image, so she wouldn't have to deal with the realities of a neglected childhood. In fact, Lima Heights Adjacent wasn't even that bad of a city save for a small selected area that was known for its gang and drug activity. The Lopez residence at the Lima Heights Adjacent Prestige Golden Gates was far from such an area though. As she rode the bus, she would constantly check her phone for any updates only to be further disappointed by the lack thereof.

"Hello, you've reached Maribe – " but Santana hung up before allowing her mother to speak words to greater agitate her. Maybe mom's preparing food and couldn't hear the phone. She thought about calling her home phone to see if anyone was even home, but she couldn't bear to set herself up for more disappointment. She was just going to have to wait until she opened the doors of her house and hope that her parents would be there. They'd welcome her home and she'd sit and the table smelling the savory odors from the kitchen.

Upon opening the front door, Santana was met with a high-pitched alarm which obnoxiously echoed throughout the manor. Quickly, she ran a couple feet where she entered the alarm code that would disable the blaring noise. She didn't understand how the alarm could be on though. Weren't her parents home? It was family night after all; they always made sure that at least one of them would be home to greet her.

"Hello? Mom?" she went into the kitchen to find the place completely empty. "Dad?" She circled the entire first floor shouting for her parents before concluding that her parents were indeed not present. It was then she remembered their community message board, the refrigerator. If there was ever something one of the family members wanted to tell the others, they would leave it on the refrigerator. It was their way of communicating without actually having to see each other. And surely enough right in the middle of the refrigerator door was a blue post-it.

Your brother got an interview to Harvard Medical School, we're going over right now to congratulate her! We're taking him to see the campus tomorrow! Sorry couldn't make family night! Left you some food from your favorite restaurant in the fridge.

Love Mom and Dad

Her eyes were wide and illustrated an incredible look of disbelief to them. Angrily, she ripped the blue paper square off the fridge and ripped it into as many tiny pieces as she could. No one really knew this, but Santana had a brother eight years older than her. An abnormally perfect man named Angel, whom Santana swore was created to constantly belittle her existence. Opening the fridge, she looked at the Indian cuisine bag sitting amongst various other take-out bags. Indian cuisine. She hated Indian food. That particular food was something her brother enjoyed, the very brother that was stealing family time from her.

She spent the next couple hours watching the television and eating some pasta her parents brought home three days ago. She didn't particularly enjoy sappy romantic movies, but found it intriguing that the adults always seemed to drown their sorrows with alcohol. As a thirteen year old who was often informed about the dangers of alcohol, she began to wonder why exactly it was so dangerous when it could erase your pain. She looked at the people on the television who would drink the stuff and be happy as though their problems were nonexistent. It was a good idea, even if the people always seemed to also barf the next day. Not like she hadn't barfed before, and maybe if she was lucky she'd barf on the living room carpet. That'd show her parents not to leave her alone.

The problem was Santana had never drunken alcohol before. So when she took a huge swig of her father's Johnny Walker Blue Label, she wasn't expecting to nearly want to spit out the expensive drink. However, she was determined to obliterate her feelings of loneliness, and so she sucked it up and downed as much of it as she could before she felt sick. The alcohol began to set in and she could feel her head starting to feel a bit fuzzy. She stumbled around giggling before she found the giant family portrait of her family hanging near the stairwell.

Fucking Angel. She hated him. Her parents always loved their beloved Angel more. The more she thought about the insufficient love she received from her parents, the more distorted her thoughts became. The happy feeling quickly left and in settled a horrible feeling of loneliness.

They LOVED Angel.

They loved him so much that they were moving away to be with Angel.

They loved him so much that they were moving away to be with Angel because they hated being with Santana.

They HATED Santana.

They'd be so much happier with their perfect Angel. Angel who was probably going to make Harvard Medical School. Angel who currently attends Yale University and happens to be the student body president and will probably graduate with top honors and valedictorian. Angel who happens to also be a concert pianist, a professional tennis player, an exceptional singer, a handsome model, a provincial activist leader, the most beloved guy at school – the perfect son.

They never cared about her. Otherwise they'd be here for family night.

"But where are you guys now?" she shouted angrily at the portrait. She ran to her phone and dialed the only person she knew would talk to her.

It was probably eight when Brittany heard her phone rang. Like Santana, she too had suggested a family night, so whenever Santana had her family night, she would have hers too. Her family was in the midst of a game of Monopoly when Britney Spears' newest song began playing from her pocket.

"Time out guys, I have a phone call."

"No time-outs in Monopoly, Brittany," her younger sister shouted as her sneaky hand immediately went to Brittany's side to steal a 500 dollar bill.

"Mom!" Brittany yelled before answering her phone. She pointed angrily at her younger sister before excusing herself to see why Santana was calling.

"San?" the blonde asked only to be met with sounds of sobbing. "San, is that you? Did you butt dial me again?"

"B-britts…" came a weepy response.

"San, I can't really hear you, is there someone crying near you?" Brittany wondered. Her best friend wasn't the usual person to be found in tears, and besides why would Santana be crying right now.

"They're gone, Britts," Santana slurred as she fell onto the couch, cradling the bottle of Johnny Walker in her arms. "They're never coming back."

"Who's gone San? Is it Mr. and Mrs. Fluffies, San ?" The Fluffies were Brittany's affectionate name for the two stray black kittens that had been wandering around Santana's neighborhood. A couple days ago, Santana called that she found the strays meowing in her backyard to which Brittany immediately told her to get some milk and to catch it so they could raise the kittens together.

"No, geez, Britt," Santana's words came out harsher than usual. "Why can't you understand that they're gone! GONE!"

"WHO Santana!" The blonde didn't know why her best friend was being more difficult than usual or why she sounded so strange on the phone, all she knew was that she was beginning to get worried.

"MY PARENTS!" Santana choked out before returning to her usual sobbing. "They just left. Today was family night and they just left me all alone."

"You're by yourself?" The words were automatic, and had Brittany known how much they would affect her friend she would have never said them.

"Fuck! Why did you have to remind me?" Santana shouted angrily, "Yes, of course I'm alone, I don't think they want me anymore. They never wanted me." The anger was quick to transform into sorrow.

"Why are you saying that? Your parents love –"

"IF THEY LOVED ME THEY'D BE HERE! BUT THEY'RE NOT!" the constant switching of moods was confusing for Brittany. She had never heard Santana sound so upset, not even when Santana's parents wouldn't let her have that thousand-hundred dollar Dior necklace. This was ten times worse.

"Do you want my mom to pick you up and you can sleep –"

"NO! I don't want to be around you and your perfect loving family. I don't want to watch your mom make you pancakes in the morning and give you morning kisses. I don't want to see your dad ruffle your hair in the morning saying how much he loves –"

"San, calm down!" Brittany shouted for the first time that night. There was obviously something wrong with Santana and there was no way that talking normally would get through the other girl. She didn't like to yell at Santana though and seldom did it.

"NO! I… I'm not going to because…. Because I don't have anyone and I really… I really just need you here. Can you come here? Please?" the desperation in Santana's voice caused a lurch in Brittany's heart. As the girl's best friend, all she wanted to do was go over and hug her and make everything better.

"I'm not sure if my parents will let me come over without your – " Ridiculous as it was, Brittany's parents still didn't trust two thirteen girls home alone together. Something about how Santana's living in a rich neighborhood make her area a constant target for robberies.

"Find… just find a way. I… I don't want… Please…." There was a sound of heaving and then a loud clang. Brittany wasn't sure what was happening, but whatever just happened she was now worried about her friend's safety. It was one thing for Santana to call her to rant about the events that were annoying her. It was another thing for her best friend to be weeping into the phone and telling her how her parents hated her. And now there was silence. The phone was still on and as many times as Brittany tried to call out to Santana, the other girl never came back to the phone. She had to go to her; the desire to be with Santana was stronger than anything she felt in her young life. The desire even beat that one time she wanted to adopt a duck. No, right now her best friend needed her and that's exactly was she was going to do.

"Mom, I need to go to Santana's." Brittany stated as she re-entered the dining room where her family was still playing Monopoly.

"This late?" Mrs. Pierce asked as she took a quick glance at the clock to confirm the time. Granted it was only eight o'clock, but as a worry wart of a mother she made sure that Brittany never be out later than eight-thirty. Besides, she knew how busy the Lopez family was and hated to think of ever imposing on them. It was already so kind of their daughter, Santana, to be such a great friend to her Brittany.

"We both just remembered we have a project," the thin blonde quickly fibbed. No parent could ever say no to homework.

"Oh… well, are her parents okay with it?" Mrs. Pierce wasn't completely convinced about the project because Brittany was a horrible liar. However, after briefly listening in on Brittany's conversation with whom she assumed to be Santana, she could feel in her gut that something was wrong.

"Yeah, they're just really tired from work right now so that's why we have to go to her house… like right now." By now she had completely halted the family game of Monopoly.

"Oh, honey, we wouldn't want to disturb Santana's parents. Why don't we just pick her up and you guys can work on it here?" Mr. Pierce suggested. Brittany too wished that she could bring Santana over and have her family shower her with the love she seemed so in lack of, but she couldn't ignore Santana's wishes.

"No, no they sleep like rocks. And we need to go now mom, like right now." The two adults looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Lindsey, Brittany's younger sister, completely bored by the situation just rocked her Monopoly piece back and forth.

"Mom, please, you know I'm border line on failing math, I need to go over to Santana's right now."

"You sure it's okay with her parents?" Mrs. Pierce asked one last time. If Brittany absolutely had to go to Santana's this would be the determining factor. If Brittany in any way hesitates, she would say no, but if she continued her strange stubborn behavior then whatever reason Brittany had to go must be serious.

"Mom, it's school stuff, when has school stuff never been a legitimate reason to go over to someone's house?"

"When you're supposed to playing Monopoly," Lindsey interjected finally unable to take the fact that it was her turn and no one was paying attention.

"All right, get your things sleepover gear packed. We're leaving in ten minutes," Ms. Pierce finally decided as Lindsey made some comment they'll never finish Monopoly.

"Lindsey, you can have the rest of my Monopoly money." Brittany said winking at her younger sister. She felt bad for ruining the night and was sure that that would be some way to make it up.

"SCORE!"

Standing in front of the large front doors, Brittany waved at a goodbye to her mother. Usually Brittany's mother would wait until she saw her daughter enter the Lopez household before she left, but the young blonde had been strangely adamant that she leave as soon as possible. Sometimes she wondered if the decisions she made in her life about trusting her children were good ones. What if something happened to Brittany? What if Santana never opened the door? A lot of these things flashed in her mind, but she told herself that Brittany was going to be in high school soon, then (hopefully) college, and may more things. She could spend the rest of her life holding her daughter's hand, or she could put her faith in her daughter and hope for the best. As much as the worry continued to eat at her mind, she told herself that this would be the beginning or letting go of Brittany's hand. So, she turned her car around when her daughter asked and never looked back. Be safe girls…

The door flew open and Brittany looked at Santana leaning tiredly against the door frame. Her head was cast downward, her long black hair concealing her face.

"Hey," Brittany whispered as she tilted her head to try to get a peek at the Santana's face. Before she could see anything though, a tanned hand pushed Brittany's head backwards and the blonde watched as a light brown waterfall made its way out of Santana's mouth and into the potted plant by the door. Santana quickly fell to her knees as her hands blindly grasped the edge of the large potted plant, trying to aim her mouth towards the dirt deep within the pot.

"San?" just as Santana's body collapsed to the floor, Brittany's arms caught the sides of the other girl's body making sure to stabilize her. As Santana continued to vomit into the pot, Brittany began to collect the loose black strands that danced dangerously with the pungent liquid.

"I'm sorry…" Santana mumbled, as she spat one final mouthful of vomit into the pot. Finally feeling like it would stop, she leaned back against the doorframe so that her friend wouldn't need to constantly support her weight. "I'm sorry… I…"

"It's okay," Brittany replied, her hands cupping Santana's face so she could see all the destruction. There was some vomit at the corner of Santana's lips and she could feel an unfamiliar dampness to the girl's face. The girl appeared so empty. "I'm here now."

"Britt… I'm so glad you're here. My family abandoned me… I… I didn't know who else." New tears began to form in Santana's eyes, but she wasn't the only one. Santana had become such a mess, and it was breaking Brittany's heart to see her usually so confident friend into such a state. They stayed like that for a while, just crying together.

"My parents hate me so much that they left me all alone and look at me. They won't even know… they don't even care." She slurred, her breath giving off the biting odor of vomit.

"Your parents don't hate you, San. They could never hate you," Brittany said, in spite of her uncertainty if her words were even true. Her experience at the Lopez household made it seem like her parents did love her but were just too busy to show it. Brittany was a firm believer that everyone in the family was loved though, no matter what.

"Did I ever tell you I have an older brother?" Santana asked as though completely disregarding their previous conversation.

"I don't remember?" Brittany wasn't exactly the best person when it came to remembering things. She was kind of like Dory, that blue fish from Finding Nemo. She'd get lost, forget so many things that she wasn't too surprised about how alone she was in school for so many years. No one wanted to be with someone as stupid and incompetent as Brittany. Then Santana came into her life; she was like that other fish. Oh, Marlin. Yes, that was his name. Santana befriended her and stayed with her longer than anyone else outside of her family ever did. And with Santana, she slowly remembered more and more things. Brittany wondered how that worked sometimes, that she could look at Santana and feel so safe and understood.

"You know that other man in the family portrait? I lied, he's not the gardener, he's my older brother."

"I thought it was weird that you'd let the gardener take a picture with you guys, but it did kind of make sense because he was never here." Brittany watched as a bitter smile appeared on Santana's face.

"He's eight years older than me. Haven't you ever wondered why my parents seemed so old? It's like my dad couldn't keep it in his pants and I was born. They didn't even plan for me to happen… I just did. Like a big mistake. I'm nothing like Angel." It was one of the few times Santana had ever spoken about her family and the first time Brittany ever heard that someone would be born out of mistake. When her little sister was born, it was one of the happiest things that ever happened in her life. She remembered how excited everyone had been, and now Santana mentioned her own birth as though it was an accident. It couldn't be though. Santana's existence could never be an accident because if anything she was born to be with Brittany.

"What's so great about Angel?" the blonde inquired, wiping away her friend's tears.

"What's great? It's like what's not great! My parents fucking love him. He's fucking perfect. You know how I go to William McKinley Middle School even though I live thirty minutes away? I couldn't make the private school here, the same private school Angel went with ease and graduated as valedictorian. He's a genius. He's going to make Harvard Med School and that's why my parents aren't here. They don't care 'bout the little tradition I put on. You know we've only had like three or four successful family nights? I usually lie to you about how great it was because I couldn't bear telling you that my dad left halfway during dinner because of an emergency or that mom left during movie time because of a big case. Their pathetic excuses to get out of hanging with me. But no, when Angel makes Harvard, they drop everything and fly to go congratulate him," though she didn't mean to, Santana was so worked up in her anger that she smacked away Brittany's hand. She felt vulnerable, but with the alcohol in her system it was becoming harder and harder to hide her true feelings. "They'd never do that for me. He's like the fucking perfect angel my parents wanted and I'm like Satan… making their life a living hell. I just try so hard, but no matter what I do I can never live up to him. Everything I do in comparison is just worthless. I'm nothing like him. I'm nothing to them."

"You're not nothing to me. You're something to me. Your parents might not have planned for you to exist," Brittany was still unsure on how babies could be accidentally brought into the life. She had always assumed that the stork would bring a baby when two people really loved each other too much. That way, with the new baby, they could give their love to the baby and the parents wouldn't get a heart attack from loving each other too much. "But I'm glad you were born. You're my best friend in the whole world and I think you're better than Angel by a million billion times!" She didn't even know if that was a real number or not, but it sounded pretty high.

"Thanks Britt, but you're not my parents. You're not –"

"I'm your friend, San. Your best friend. And I will always be here for you. If your parents are abandoning you, then I'll be your family. I'll take care of you." It was like Dory said. When she saw Marlin, he was like home. Brittany felt the same way, whenever she was with Santana, it was home.

"You'll… always be there for me?" Santana looked into those piercing blue eyes and could only see love and honesty. It was beautiful, and for the first time ever in her life, Santana felt truly loved. Through all the neglected love from her family and lack of friends, she had finally found someone who was going to be there for her.

"Of course, silly. If you think no one cares about you, come to me. If you think no one wants you, come to me. If you think no one loves you, come to me. I'll prove you wrong." And with that, the tall blonde engulfed Santana in a fierce hug, not at all worrying if vomit would stain her ducky pajamas. All that mattered was that Brittany needed to prove her words. Actions spoke louder than words, her mother used to always tell her.

"Britt… I…" She wasn't too sure if it was because Brittany's words broke the spell or if the alcohol was wearing off, but suddenly Santana felt very aware of what was happening. She still felt disappointed in herself that she could never be the daughter her parents already had, but it was nice for once in her life to have someone love her so. She wondered at times how Brittany could stand being with her, but whatever reason it was she was forever grateful. "Thank you so much. For everything."

"Let's go inside and get you cleaned up okay?" Brittany asked as she grinned at Santana's genuine appreciation. It was rare of Santana to have ever really thanked her without rolling her eyes or saying it in a sarcastic tone. However, it was even rarer for Santana to have opened herself so much. Brittany wasn't too sure what had happened, but whatever it was, she was sure she would never forget what happened today. Not only that, but she'd make sure that she would always love Santana because the girl needed her just like she needed Santana.

"Me too…." Santana mumbled, trying to let the other girl know that the feeling was reciprocal. She'd always be there for Brittany just as the other girl proclaimed. As the two stood up, Santana suddenly felt a weakness shoot through her. Today had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. She knew she had to get cleaned up, but she was so tired. Everything was shutting down and for some reason Santana didn't even want to try anymore. She just wanted today to end.

"It's okay, San. I got you." And so Santana believed her. She closed her eyes and let Brittany take care of her.

The next morning, Santana found herself waking up to the worst headache she ever felt in her entire life. It was as though her entire head was splitting open. The sunlight seeping underneath the blinds were exceptionally bright and Santana felt a sensory overload. Things slowly replayed in her mind as she remembered the disappointment from family night and her stupidly drinking her father's alcohol. She wondered how she got into her bed and if she even cleaned up the mess she made because from drinking that first glass until now, she could hardly remember anything. It was then she noticed a pile of blonde hair near her body, and screamed.

"AHHH! Santana, it's just me!" the scream had woken the blue-eyed girl and in her sleepy state she did her best to reassure her friend.

"Brittany, what are you doing here?" Santana asked wide-eyed that Brittany came to her house and more importantly in her bed with her.

"You... you told me to come remember?" Brittany's furrowed her eyebrows as she looked puzzled at Santana. Now Santana was the one with memory problems?

"What are you talking about, did you just come over or something?"

"Last night…. You… don't remember what happened?" It was surprising for Brittany to see Santana not remember. And when Santana doesn't confirm things, Brittany begins to wonder if perhaps she's the one remembering things wrong. She was pretty sure that last night had happened though. She remembered Santana calling her to come over, Santana barfing in the potted plant by the front door, Santana confessing all these things about her family, and Santana telling her that she'd always be her family. She was certain that it had happened, absolutely, positively certain.

"Uh, last night was family night Britt-Britt. Duh? I was playing… um… card games with my parents." At the moment, her headache intensified and she clutched her head in pain. "I guess they left and invited you over to keep me company. That's what happened, Britt."

"But…"

"Look could we just stop talking about this?"

Brittany's blue eyes could only further convey her puzzlement. She didn't remember Santana's parents calling her over to hang with Santana, but it could have happened. It was then that Brittany noticed the desperation in her friend's eyes again. It was almost begging for her to just confirm the situation so they wouldn't have to deal with it. She had seen that expression countless times before, but usually in a more commanding way. And if Santana didn't want to deal with reality, then there was nothing Brittany could do.

"You're right." Brittany sighed, dejected that her memory seemed to have failed her again.

"Of course, I am, ugh I have this huge headache, and I guess I was using my brain too much yesterday when we were playing games. Can you get me some water, Britt?" The sudden change in Brittany's demeanor was as obvious to Santana as a sunny day that suddenly began to rain. The blonde was never that good at hiding her emotions anyway and it bothered her that Brittany would be getting upset over something so silly. Why was the other girl even trying to convince her that something happened otherwise anyway? "And then we can watch some movie together."

"Sure, San," But before Brittany made her way to leave Santana's room, she paused to take one good look at Santana. The other girl felt uncomfortable under her friend's gaze but did her best not to seem intimidated. "I'm always here for you, kay?" And as soon as the words left, Brittany ran not wanting to her what the girl may say.

"I know… I remember."