Brittany woke up in the hospital, unsure of how she had gotten there. She looked down to inspect her body for injuries, but nothing appeared to be wrong. She looked up and saw Santana slumped over, sleeping in a chair next to her.

"Santana?" she called out, in confusion. Santana woke with a start, looking around, then realizing Brittany was awake.

"Brittany?! Oh thank god. Are you alright?" asked Santana, moving over to sit on the bed, beside Brittany.

"Yeah, I think so...What happened?"

"You fell and hit your head pretty hard. You've been out for three days." explained Santana, sympathetically.

"I did? Why aren't my parents here?" Brittany asked.

"They flew in yesterday, I think they're in the cafeteria. I'm so glad you're alright," said Santana, pulling Brittany into a hug.

Brittany returned the hug and was even more confused. 'They flew in? Were they on a trip? Why would they be flying in from anywhere?' she thought.

"Well I'm glad you're here," said Brittany, pulling out of the hug and moving to give Santana a kiss. Santana jerked her head back when she realized what Brittany was doing.

"What are you doing?" asked Santana, a little freaked out.

"I'm trying to kiss you, silly, what do you think?" asked Brittany, smiling at Santana and cocking her head.

"Brittany, I'm... I'm actually seeing someone." said Santana.

"I know, you're seeing me," said Brittany happily. Although she was confused by the look on Santana's face.

"Brittany, what are you talking about?" asked Santana, unsure of what was happening.

"Okay, now you're scaring me. What's going on? Is this some kind of joke? Like when we convinced Rachel that Barbra Streisand could have been her egg donor."

"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Santana, very concerned.

"Um, we were all in the choir room, celebrating nationals," answered Brittany, "Is that when I fell?"

"That happened a year ago, Britt."

"But you said I've only been out for a few days."

"You have been."

"I don't understand..."

"Hold on, let me get a nurse, or a doctor. I'll be right back." Before Brittany could respond Santana was out the door.


The doctor examined Brittany in private, leaving Santana to wait outside in the hall. She was pacing back and forth, anxious. He exited the room and she went over to him.

"What's going on with Brittany?"

"Physically, Brittany is fine, but she's convinced it's May of last year. She's suffering from amnesia due to her head injury. It shouldn't be permanent. We'll keep her here for a few more days, hopefully she'll get her memory back shortly."

"Can I see her?"

"Sure, it might do good to talk to her, try to jog her memory a little. Just be gentle. Don't try to force anything."

"Okay, thanks Doc."


"Santana, is it true? I can't remember a whole year?" asked Brittany as Santana entered the room and sat in the chair next to Brittany's hospital bed.

Santana nodded.

"What happened? Why are we in Boston?"

"You live here now. You go to MIT."

"I do?" asked Brittany, surprised and pretty proud, "But I didn't even graduate..."

"Yeah, you repeated Senior year, but halfway through, MIT snatched you up."

"Why?" asked Brittany, completely confused.

"Because, you're a genius Brittany, and now everyone knows it."

Brittany smiled.

"So we live in Boston."

"Well you live in Boston, I live in New York."

"You do? You went to New York. That's amazing!"

"Well, first I went to Louisville, but I dropped out and moved to New York. You helped me realize that I should follow my dreams."

"Sounds like me," said Brittany, jokingly, "At least we're kind of close together, although it is a pretty long distance from New York to Boston. Do we visit each other on weekends?"

"Brittany, we...we broke up." said Santana, deciding it was best to be blunt.

"What?" choked out Brittany, totally crushed. She felt her stomach plunge straight down. It was impossible news. She wouldn't believe it. There was no way. It must have been some kind of sick joke or a very realistic nightmare. Then she remembered Santana's weirdness when she went to kiss her, and how she had said she was 'seeing someone.'

"It happened about a month after I went to college," explained Santana.

"Why?" asked Brittany.

"The long distance was really hard, and I didn't want us to have to suffer through it anymore."

"You broke up with me," said Brittany, "And now you're dating someone else." She had gone from heartbroken to slightly pissed off.

"Hey, you started dating someone else first." retorted Santana, very defensive.

"Who am I dating?" asked Brittany, even more bewildered.

"Well, before you moved to Massachusetts, you were dating Sam."

"Sam? Your ex-beard and former stripper, Sam?"

"Yeah," said Santana, not entirely thrilled to rehash this portion of the past.

"Really?"

"Yes, apparently you two were quite the item. From what I heard, you were... you were in love." She said the last part like it left a bad taste in her mouth.

Brittany was completely caught off guard. She grabbed her phone off of the table next to her and looked through her messages, "Well, clearly not."

"What do you mean?" asked Santana, confused.

"I've been in the hospital for three days and I haven't gotten so much as a 'get well' text from him. Are you sure he and I were dating, and not just, like, being forced by Mr. Shue to sing a lot of duets in glee club?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," answered Santana, with a bit of edge in her voice. A silence fell between them.

"So," said Brittany, swallowing thickly, "Who are you dating now? ...Quinn?" She threw out the most ridiculous name she could think of.

Santana averted her eyes.

"Do not say you are dating Quinn," said Brittany, completely freaked out.

"No, I'm not. But...we did hook up, one time...It was long after you and I broke up." she explained quickly. Brittany was dumbfounded. She took a moment to collect her thoughts.

"So, let me see if I've got this straight. You broke up with me, then I dated Sam, then you had sex with Quinn, and now you're dating some girl in New York."

"That's it in a nutshell," confirmed Santana, still not believing she was having this conversation with Brittany.

"Is it wrong to be glad that I don't remember any of that?" asked Brittany, trying to maintain her sense of humor and roll with the, seemingly never-ending, punches. Santana tried to stop herself from laughing, but began chuckling despite her efforts. She was interrupted by her phone ringing.