They're supposed to be studying for a math exam, and although Santana doesn't need the help, seeing as she holds a steady B+ in the class, she agrees to come anyways because at least Brittany will be there.

When she arrives at Brittany's house she feels uncomfortable. She hasn't been there in days and it's almost as if she's forgotten something that should be second nature to her. She walks through the door to find Quinn and Brittany at the kitchen table with papers scattered everywhere. She can already hear Quinn's frustration as she tries to deal with Brittany, and she can't help but to smile. No one could ever understand Brittany the way she does.

"Brittany for the last time the square root of four isn't rainbows... I don't even know how you colored this. Do you even have crayons with you?" Quinn mutters as she tries her best to explain the problems to the blonde, but things just don't click and she is on the verge of giving up when she sees Santana. She looks at her as if she was Jesus himself coming to save her from the hell that is teaching Brittany algebra.

"Oh Santana, glad you could join us" She says in a sarcastic tone, glancing at the clock in the kitchen and then back at the Latina, "Oh well look at that, only two hours late this time." Shooting a glare Santana's way she slowly leans back in her chair, not really expecting an excuse since Santana wasn't really reliable when it came to arriving on time.

"Well I'm glad you're capable of telling time Fabray, now if only you knew what a quadratic formula was" Santana says, every word dripping with harshness. She couldn't help but poke fun at Quinn's surprising inability to memorize formulas.

Quinn only relieved a sigh as she looked at Brittany who was still trying to figure out the square root of four, "Well Brittany has been having trouble with formula's too... and everything else for that matter." The last part was said under her breath as she saw the duck drawings that now covered Brittany's paper.

Santana pulled up a chair next to Brittany and set her binder on the table. She shot another death glare at Quinn before giving Brittany a warm smile, one that was only reserved for the duck obsessed blonde. "Britt, this problem doesn't look good, it's all wrong." She said looking over all of Brittany's work that consisted mostly of random numbers and drawings. Brittany had a dumbfound look on her face as she set her pen on the table, "What do you think we should do then?" She said with concern in her voice.

Santana sighed, "Well obviously we should fix this, take it step by step and figure it out, okay."

Brittany looked down as she played with the hem of her skirt, "What about us San? We aren't good right now... why don't you try and fix us too?" Brittany may not have been capable of solving equations like Santana, but she was focused on a bigger problem.

Santana sat there in silence. She didn't know what to say. This was one problem she didn't know how to solve and it would put her B+ to shame. "I... I can't... I don't know how." She said, her words crumbling as they left her mouth.

A small smile formed on Brittany's face as she moved her hand so it now lay on top of Santana's, "Step by step San, remember" She says as if it were that easy.

Meanwhile Quinn still sat there not at all surprised by the conversation. She slowly rose from her seat feeling the tension, "I have to go to the bathroom. When I get back I expect Brittany to know the square root of four and Santana, I expect you to be passed the first step, okay?" and with that Quinn left the kitchen a small smile forming on her face as she reveled in the idea of Santana Lopez having to face her inability to solve this problem so easily