As promised to my fellow readers. Here is my new Brittana/Unholy Trinity story! Enjoy everyone!

"Santana, this is stupid. You've been doing this for months! Why the hell can't you just talk to Brittany?" Quinn whispered angrily as she and Santana peered through a dance studio window in L.A. staring at the Latina's love of her life.

"Quinn, I really can't. She can't forgive me for what I did to her." Her face turned sour and her heart grimaced. Coming out wasn't easy, especially when your family are religious homophobes. She couldn't be what Brittany wanted. She walked away from the blonde's life without a word. While Brittany went to UCLA for dance, Santana went with Quinn to NYU.

"Seriously, it's been four years!" The blonde rolled her eyes. "I talk to her everyday pretending I am still back in New York!" The blonde bit her bottom lip to calm herself. "Look, my point is we've been here every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday for the past three fucking months, I think courage should have shoved itself up your ass by now."

The Latina just rolled her eyes. "I'm no Blaine Anderson with all that courage crap!" She watched intently while talking to her friend. "Besides, how do I approach her?"

"You approach her with a "Hi" or a "Hello." Not dressed in some stupid outfit hiding from her!"

They wore brown khakis, Rastafari beanies with dreads that completely covered their head, round sunglasses and colorful tie dye V-necks. Each day was a different costume. Today's wear is Jamaican.

"Quinn, I think her life's better without me. Look how happy she is…" The Latina stared lovingly at the girl she's been in love with for years dancing perfect.

"Santana, I think we should at least follow her home."

Santana looked at the blonde.

"Just to see if she has anyone in her life's that special." Quinn shrugged. She was actually hoping that the Latina would grow enough balls to ring the doorbell and ask for forgiveness.

"But if you call each other every day, shouldn't you know if she has anyone special?" Santana questioned bluntly.

"You think her love life is an easy topic after you forcefully ran away from her?" The blonde retorded.

Santana deserves that. Quinn is the one who stood by Brittany comforting her through the heart break, discarded, used tissues, replays of love songs, and burning of all of Santana's shit that was given to her, except for one particular picture.

Santana noticed the blonde picking up her duffle bag and headed for the door. "Oh! She's done! Act natural!" She started pacing back and forth.

Quinn gave her a look through the sun glasses, the "are you fucking kidding me" look.

Brittany went out of dance studio smiling brightly as she said her goodbye's to everyone. "I'll see all of you on Thursday!" She started walking briskly.

"She's so energetic!" Quinn and Santana quickened their pace. "Look at her go just after two hours of dancing!" Quinn breathed heavily because they weaved through crowds in a jogging pace in order to keep up with the blonde.

"Oh, I KNOW!" Santana breathe heavily next to Quinn.

Quinn's face scrunched up at the Latina's remark. "I really didn't need to know that, Santana."

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world

Quinn's phone started ringing out loud and vibrating in her pocket

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

"Shit, she's calling me!" Quinn fished for her phone in her multiple pockets of her khaki's.

"Don't answer it, Q! We don't know where the hell Brittany is!" Santana panicked!

Just as the crowd crossed the street and dispersed, Brittany can be seen ten feet away looking around, searching for the familiar ringtone set to her by her best friend. She knows her ringtone.

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

Brittany looked towards their direction. She cocked her head to the side.

Quinn found her phone in her back bottom pocket. "Shit!" She muttered under her breathe. She took it out and answered.

Santana's face went dead serious and she stood petrified at the spot.

Brittany looked at them and she said, "Hello? Quinn? Is that you over there?"

"Hey, it's Quinn. Leave me a message and I'll think about getting back to you." *BEEP!*

Brittany looked over at them curiously.

"Hey man! We be over here already! Make sure ya bring the brownies, man! Catch ya real soon!" Quinn imitated a Jamaican accent very well and hung her phone up. Nervous beaded sweats started forming in her forehead. She put her phone back in her pocket and put the peace sign up towards the blonde staring at her.

Brittany smiled and walked across the street. She left a message. "Hey Quinn." The blonde smiled. "I just got done with dance. There was this Jamaican woman who had your ringtone and I thought it was you for you a second. Well, call me as soon as you can. I miss you." She then disappeared across the street and around the corner.

Quinn took off her dread locked beanie. She breathed heavily and slumped on the floor.

"Quinn!" Santana grabbed her best friends hand and lifted her up.

They nodded and smiled at each other, acknowledging Quinn's bad ass Jamaican accent and tricking the blonde.

Three seconds remained but both girls ran across barely missing the oncoming traffic. They turned the corner and spotted the blonde going around another corner as well.

"This is like a really horrible spy movie." Quinn laughed as they rounded another corner.

They stopped on the tracks because of the scene that played in front of them.

"Give me your money, you bitch or I'll stick my knife in you." A very tall and bulky man in all black held Brittany by the arm. He had a firm grasp on the blonde's arm.

"I only have $20! That's it!" Brittany's body begged to get away from the man.

"That's not enough I'm afraid." He smirked maliciously. "You're a beauty. I could use you as my fuck-"

The man was knocked down and Brittany fell along in his grasp. Santana tackled the man's side and in doing so, she heard cracking at the contact.

The screaming man let go of the blonde who had scraped her knees and left arm on the ground.

Brittany stood up abruptly and ran next to the familiar Jamaican who watched her friend tackle the big guy to the ground.

"My ribs! My fucking ribs!" He tried patting his left side but only winced and cried in pain. "You bitch! You broke my fucking ribs!"

Santana smirked and started walking away. She felt proud for cracking that douchebags ribs in half. No one can hurt her Brittany.

"WHAT HAPPENED HERE?" A police officer stopped the car and looked at the grimacing man and the bleeding and scratched up blonde.

"He tried mugging and raping me…" The blonde held her left arm to try and stop the bleeding.

"Are you okay?" The police officer asked and turned his attention to the two Jamaicans. "You two, trouble makers?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No, they were here in time to save me, especially him." Pointing to Santana.

"Do you need me to call for an ambulance?"

"No, that's not necessary." Brittany smiled radiantly. "I can clean this myself."

Santana just stood there frozen. She smiled nervously. Does she really look like a guy?

The officer hand cuffed the poor man with the broken ribs. He was screaming and flailing as he was shoved in the back of the police car.

"Get in there you sad bastard!" He nodded his head to the ladies and went inside the police car and drove away.

Brittany turned towards the shorter Jamaicans and smiled at them. "Thank you so much…"

"Er, no problem man!" Quinn is doing her Jamaican accent again.

Brittany smiled and looked at the Santana who she called as "him." She approached her and said, "especially you."

Santana felt heat and sweat radiate throughout her whole body. She hasn't been this close to Brittany in four years and her beauty just took her breath away.

Santana held both hands and started shaking a "no it's fine!" with her hands.

"Ah, he doesn't talk at all. He be a mute!" She rushed her words from becoming too nervous at what to say. "We be goin now!" She grabbed Santana's wrist and dragged her away behind her.

"WAIT!" Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and held it as if she will never let go. "Please, let me thank you. Let's go back to my place and I'll order in Chinese! Please." The blonde pouted and pleaded.

Santana stared at Quinn not daring to look back.

"Sure…" Quinn could tell Santana didn't want to go, but this may be the chance for Santana and Brittany to settle things.

"Great!" Brittany held Santana's hand tighter and started dragging her down the street towards a rundown building three blocks away.

"This is where I live!" The building was not only run down, old, musty and old looking, but it is also on the wrong side of the tracks.

Quinn and Santana looked at each other in concern.

Luckily, Brittany lived on the first floor so the heat was not much of a problem at night.

Brittany took out her key and unlocked the door and welcomed them inside. "Come on in."

In contrast to the building and the hallway just outside of Brittany's apartment, her place looks like an actual home. The wallpapers were white and pink. Her couches and appliances were white as well. Her home smelt of vanilla cookies. There were stuff animals and colorful flowers everywhere. It is a one bedroom house with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom. This home belongs to Brittany.

"Wow!" Quinn said loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Outside it doesn't look that great but it saves me money so I can do this." She referred to her home as she closed her door. "I actually bought this place for $10,000!" She bounded to the kitchen happily.

Santana and Quinn next to the couch but didn't sit down. They just looked around, amazed. Santana noticed something near the door. She tapped on Quinn's shoulder and pointed to it.

"She even has security alarm." Quinn smiled. Brittany is quite smart, everyone just underestimates her. "Santana, look." Quinn pointed to the windows. Brittany had put pink and white bars on her window so no one could break in.

Santana loosened up and breathed. Brittany took care of herself fairly well. She smiled. It's always safety first when it comes to Britt.

"Please, sit down." She sat down on the arm chair. The two "Jamaicans" followed suit and sat across from her. "Hi Cho! Yeah, regular order please but double the amount. Mhm! I have friends over."

The blonde stood up and went to the bathroom. "Twenty minutes sounds perfect. Thanks Cho. Sorry, I have to clean myself." She called out and shut the door.

"She's doing really good, Q." Santana smiled but felt her heart sink a bit. Maybe Brittany didn't need anyone or Santana for that matter.

"I know. She's doing well."

"Thanks you, you ass!" Santana punched her blonde friend lightly.

Brittany came out with her knees full of band aids and her arm bandaged. "So, what are your names?" Brittany sat again looking at them.

"Um, I'm Laurant and this is uh, Lorantina." Quinn spoke with her Jamaican accent once more.

"Hi, I'm Brittany. Thank you for being there when I needed a guardian. It's almost like you guys followed me." The blonde laughed out loud.

Quinn and Santana smiled nervously.

"Are you two going out?" Brittany smiled widely.

"Uh yeah, I guess you can say that..?" Quinn asked more than answered.

Santana glared at Quinn but smiled while she turned back and looked at the angel in front of her.

"Oh, that's awesome!" Brittany looked down and smiled sadly.

"How about you man? Any person in your life?" Quinn asked.

"No, not anymore. I forgot about her long time ago. So, you two don't seem as intimate and close." Brittany cocked her head to the side and looked at them curiously.

Quinn put her arm around Santana.

Brittany seemed elated as if she expected more.

Without thinking, Quinn turned Santana's face around and crushed her lips together.

Thankfully Santana had the dreads locks and the sun glasses or Brittany would have noticed her face tense up with both surprise and disgust.

"Aw, that's so cute!" *DING-DONG!* "Be right back!" Brittany jumped up and ran to the door. "Hey Max, thanks so much. Keep the change!" She walked out and said, "Time to eat you guys!"

From 4:00 to 6:30, Quinn spoke for Santana and herself making up answers as Brittany asked the questions. They ate, drank wine, and chatted away.

Santana hid behind her glasses and just stared at the blonde. She still looked as beautiful as she was like the last time she saw her. Her hair shined like gold. Her eyes sun kissed skin remained smooth and silky. Her blue eyes looked like crystal, blue ocean. Brittany looks like an angel.

"Well, we better be going. We have our flight back to Jamaica at nine." Quinn stood up and held Santana's hand as she stood up. "Thank you, man."

"Thank you for saving me today." Brittany stood up and kissed Lorantina on the cheek. "Thank you."

Santana dragged Quinn out the door and waved goodbye.

"Bye! Thank again!"

The pair of "Jamaicans" power walk three blocks ahead of them so they would avoid any trouble and away from the blonde that had invited them over. They walked six more blocks before getting into their bus.

"Quinn, what the hell?" Santana muttered under her breath as she sat down next to the blonde.

"I know you're pissed about the kiss. I. AM. SO. SORRY. Okay? I panicked! Oh shit, remind me to call her later, okay?"

"Whatever, let's just go home." Santana looked out the window, thinking about today's adventure.

"That was such a close call though, huh?" Quinn asked.

The Latina didn't pay attention and just shrugged her shoulders.

"Now, we know where she lives AND now we know she has no one special in her life!" Quinn smiled as she nudged her friend.

"Yeah, but she got over me already, remember?" The Latina sighed and looked out the window.

Brittany cleaned up her place and threw the boxes of Chinese food in the trash. It has been a while since she's had anyone at her place. The couple made her jealous. She thought of Santana.

"Ugh, so stupid! I hate couples! I hate you Santana Lopez!"

She made sure that the bars on her window were secure and she locked the door and turned on the alarm. The blonde went and changed her pajamas, she didn't feel like showering.

She lay in bed and looked at the clock. It is only eight thirty.

"San, I am away from you. I haven't seen you in years. I haven't talked to you. But every night I dream about you…" She turned around and hugged a stuffed elephant. She reached for the bedside table drawer and took out the last remaining thing she had of Santana.

Every night she kissed the picture once and remembered the memory that was captured in that perfect moment.

"Goodnight, Santana." She kissed the picture and put it back on the drawer. "I love you." She snuggled closer to the elephant. And as usual, she dreamt of Santana.

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