You suck. You suck, you suck, you suck.

Quinn Fabray was staring in the mirror. The reflection smiled back at her. She was beautiful. Gorgeous. No wonder she ruled McKinley, back in her days as HBIC. Everybody looked up to her. She was the leader of The Unholy Trinity, the most elite gang of the high school. She managed to be popular, despite being in glee club.

She knew everybody saw the perfect girl in her, but why couldn't she? Why was she the only person on the planet who felt disgust when she looked at herself? She screwed up everything she ever tried to achieve. She was never a good fit to raise Beth. She trashed her relationship not with the three most popular guys in school. She fails her classes at Yale and only sleeping with her professor could rescue her career.

You suck, you suck, you suck.

That was when her phone rang.

"Brittany is calling," the screen showed.

Immediately, a smile popped on her face. If there is one person who can distract her from thinking about herself, it's the bubbly blonde cheerleader who surprisingly got into MIT last month.

"Hey Britt! What's up?", Quinn said exitedly.

"Not much. This college thing is just still really confusing for me. So how's life?"

Miserable. Awful. Killing me.

"All's good. Just a lot of studying. But I'm doing ok. "

There is no way, Quinn would tell Brittany about her problems. Seeing Brittany sad is something that Quinn could not take. If she had to confide in one of her friends, it would be Santana. She pretty much lost contact with everyone from high school, except for her two best friends. She just felt that keeping them around would drag her down, while she only wanted to let go of her past. Santana was the one she talked to when she had problems, Brittany was the one to cheer her up.

Even her drunken hook-up with Santana didn't harm the trio's friendship. When Brittany heard about it, it made her sad at first but then it made her realize that she never wanted Santana to sleep with anyone but her ever again, so she asked her to be her girlfriend again. While Santana was hesitant at first, she soon figured out that she wanted to spend her life with Brittany and noone but Brittany. Now, Brittana was going stronger than ever before.

"So, Quinnie, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead," Quinn said warmly.

"Are there many flowers at Yale?"

"Not exactly the question i expected, but that is why I love you."

"I love you, too. So?"

"Not exactly on campus. But there is a Botanic garden and a memorial park nearby."

"That sounds amazing. We need to go there, Sanny!"

"Sanny?"

"Yeah, I am sitting right next to her," the voice of the Latin beauty came out of the speaker.

"Nice! But Britt, what do you mean you need to go there?"

"Well," The quirky blonde giggled, " Santana and I are coming to New Haven"

"WHAT?! You have to be kidding me? That is awesome!", I shouted, much to the dismay of my roommate Anna, who was napping on the couch.

"If you don't mind not being the hottest bitch in town for a day, we would stop by tomorrow and spend the day with you. I cant believe we haven't seen your campus yet," Santana said mockingly.

"We'll see who is the hottest bitch, but I would looove to see you."

"So...Deal?"

"Definitely, Deal. It's time to reunite The Unholy Trinity!"