"Excuse me, miss?"

Brittany could hear the stranger's voice echo in her head. Her vision was still pitch black and she couldn't find the effort to open her eyes. All she did was concentrate on the stranger's voice. She tried to picture what the stranger would look like based on the voice she heard. She could tell it was a woman's voice. There was a raspy element, which Brittany associated with maybe a tall woman who had slightly bushy eyebrows. But she also noticed her voice was soothing, so Brittany added a little smile to the imaginary woman Brittany made up in her head. She couldn't manage to put a complete face on her vision; the woman's eyes were missing. Brittany, though, liked this mysterious side and she could easily fill in the picture by just opening her eyes.

"Miss, please, wake up…you can't play this game with me."

The woman's voice sounded worried and Brittany could feel one of the stranger's hands on her shoulder. The sensation shocked Brittany and she managed to open her eyes and the woman right in front of her was more beautiful than the one she envisioned. The first thing Brittany noticed was the woman's hair. It was thick, black, and luscious. The ends of the stranger's hair slightly curled on her shoulders; shorter than Brittany would have liked, but still, she was still impressed by the woman's hair. Brittany than shifted her focus on the woman's eyes and god, they were this deep brown that Brittany was entranced by. Slowly she checked out what the woman was wearing. She had dark brown hunting boots that were over her black slacks. She wore a dark burgundy vest, where she wore a dark brown long-sleeve that was rolled up on both her sleeves. Her rolled up sleeves, revealed her flawless tan skin. She was beautiful.

"Oh thank goodness, miss. You shouldn't do that to me. I thought you really hurt yourself."

Brittany, then, noticed she was staring at the woman and she shook herself out of it. The feeling of panic enveloped her, when she realized that this woman was in front of her. Brittany immediately stood up and backed away from her.

Brittany took the nearest thing from her, which was indeed a flower pot, and she held it in front of her for defense.

Brittany then trembled, "Wha-what exactly do you want? Are you here to kidnap me?"

The stranger laughed a little and that made Brittany grip the flower pot harder.

"No, I'm not here to kidnap you."

"Then what are you here for?" Brittany looked around the tower and her eyes spotted her cat, "You're here to kidnap Lord Tubbington! No! I can't let you do that!"

"Who?" The stranger looked at what Brittany was looking at, "Oh, the cat? No, no I'm not here for the cat either."

Brittany was breathing even harder, "My hair! You want my hair! You want to cut it and then sell it to a man with a long beard so that he could weave it into some intricate fancy carpet where his wife and seven kids will step all over it! That's what you wanna do! Isn't it! Well I can't let that happen! This is my hair! I won't let you cut it! No! No! No!"

The woman couldn't help but laugh and Brittany stood there confused.

"No, miss, even though that does sound very entertaining to do, I don't want to cut your hair. But I do have to say, you do have a fine set of hair."

Brittany started to lift down the flower pot as she looked at the stranger.

"So you're not here to kidnap me?"

"No."

"Or kidnap Lord Tubbington?"

"Nope."

"Or cut my hair?"

"Again, no."

Brittany then walked closer to the woman.

"Then, why are you here?"

The stranger came closer to Brittany and took the flower pot from her hand and placed it on the table.

"Let's just say, I'm here to hide. I ran away and I just needed somewhere to hide. That's all I'm saying to you."

Brittany simply nodded.

"In the meantime," the stranger kneeled down to pet Lord Tubbington, "I want to be your friend."

"Friend?" Brittany questioned.

The woman looked up at Brittany, "Yeah, you know, acquaintance and what not."

Brittany still had a confused look. The woman sighed.

"Okay, how about this."

The woman, stuck out her hand.

"My name is Santana, Santana Lopez."

Brittany just stared at Santana's hand. She didn't know if Santana was going to grab something or swipe the air. Brittany still didn't know what the hell Santana was doing with her hand.

Santana sighed again, "How about we start out something simpler."

Santana stuck out her pinky and Brittany looked at her own hand, and mimicked Santana's hand so that her pinky stuck out. Santana looked at Brittany and signaled with her eyes to hook their pinkies together. Brittany slowly brought her pinky closer to Santana's and linked them together.

"I'm Brittany."

And both of them smiled from their new-formed friendship.

Quinn looked at Jamie and saw her head bob downwards.

"I think we should stop the story, Jamie. You look a little sleepy."

Jamie then rubbed her eyes and shook her head.

"No, Mommy! I'm not sleepy. I'm just simply tired. It's different. If I were sleepy I would be snoring right now. Technically, technically, I'm just tired. It's a common feeling and I don't need to sleep to recover from my tiredness. To recover from my tiredness I need to know what happens in the story. That's the only cure."

Quinn simply smiled from how her daughter could be so dramatic at times. Plus, she had her daughter right where she wanted. She loved the feeling of Jamie wanting to listen to more of the story. That's one point for Quinn and one negative point for Rachel in Quinn's imaginary Who's-The-Best-Mother contest. Quinn then thought it was sort of unfair with this point system, since Rachel wasn't actually here, but what the hell, she didn't care, her daughter had full attention on her, which just fueled Quinn's famous smirk.

"Yes, of course, honey. I'll continue with the story, but you have to promise to still be awake when Mama gets here."

"I promise. Now, continue on with the story! I wanna know what happens next!"

Quinn then put her arm around Jamie and continued the story.

Brittany and Santana just sat on the floor of the tower. They faced each other while Brittany was stroking Lord Tubbington's fur. She didn't really know how to entertain a guest, since this was the first time anybody has ever come into her tower, so there was so obvious awkward tension. But Santana, seemed to not be bothered by it. She just tried to make conversation out of this mysterious girl she happened to run into while trying to find the best hiding spot. She was just glad that she hadn't killed the girl from shock.

"So you got a story that comes with that fine set of hair?" Santana said with a smirk.

Brittany could feel her cheeks heat up from the attack of Santana's smile. She didn't look up at Santana since she was embarrassed from blushing. She kept on stroking Lord Tubbington's fur.

"Um, basically I've lived here almost my entire life, but I think there was one point where I lived somewhere else. But that was when I was really little. Not really sure though."

"Oh," Santana picked up a strand of Brittany's hair that was just lying beside her, "And the hair?"

"Oh, um," Brittany cheeks got redder, "It might sound kinda stupid, but I'm sorta scared of the image of my hair being cut. It literally gives me nightmares. I just want my hair to stay in one piece. I can't stand seeing my hair into shreds. I can't…I can't…" Brittany started to shiver from thinking of scissors going next to her hair and chopping off every single strand.

"Don't worry, Britt. That's not a stupid reason for letting your hair grow. Now I know that I shouldn't impress you by shining out my sword."

Brittany's face turned into fear.

"You have a sword?"

Santana then laughed at Brittany's sudden panic attack.

"Yeah, but don't worry, I won't wave it around. I promise to only use it when somebody –say a bearded man that happens to have seen children who want to step all over it—comes to attack your precious hair."

Brittany smiled a little and looked up at Santana.

"Thanks Santana."

Santana just smiled and nodded. Brittany then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and scooted next to Santana.

"So, San can you tell me how it's like out there?"

"You mean out there, as in outside of this tower?"

"Yes. Please tell me. All of it." Brittany's eyes glistened from excitement.

"Well you aren't missing out on much. I mean, if you're really into the whole bitches being bitches and jerks being jerks then that's your carnival out there."

"I don't understand," Brittany said with a confused look. Brittany thought the world out there was perfect. She didn't comprehend with the possibility of horrible things happening outside her tower. She never actually looked at that perspective.

"It's sorta crazy out there Britt's. Your lucky that you've haven't seen the worst. But I guess I'm not the best source for you to be asking this question."

"Oh," Brittany said while looking at the floor.

Santana then looked at Brittany, instantly regretting what she had just said.

"I'm sorry Brittany. I didn't mean to spoil your vision of the world. I wish that I saw the world in your eyes, though. Mine is all messed up."

"It's okay, San," Brittany said still with her head down. She was still playing with her hair.

"How about this?" Santana said while standing up. She walked towards the window and looked outside, "How about I take you out of this prison and you'll be the judge of how the world is."

Brittany looked at Santana and she didn't know what to say back to her. I mean, Brittany was already planning to go outside, but she was sort of traumatized from her first attempt. After all, a stranger came in and that was the worst of Brittany's fears.

"I don't know, San. I don't think I'm ready yet."

"Come on Brittany. You know, you want to go outside and breath the fresh air."

Brittany took in a deep breath.

"No, Santana, I can't. Not yet."

Santana then looked outside the window, trying to figure out how to get this girl out of her comfort zone. She looked at Brittany and she saw the terrified look on her face.

"Okay, then how about this idea?" Santana reached outside the window and picked one of the dandelions that was sticking out of the cracks of the tower, "How about I bring a little bit to you at a time." Santana gave the dandelion to Brittany.

"I'll like, give you a preview of the world and when you're warmed up and ready, we can go outside," Santana said while smiling at Brittany.

Brittany thought this idea was good. It wasn't as intimidating as just going outside cold for the first time. She looked at the dandelion and then back at Santana.

"Okay, Santana. You show me what the world is like, and maybe in the process I can show you how my world is like."

"Deal," Santana took out her pinky and Brittany linked it up with hers.

Author's Note: Sorry for taking a long time for the update. Please forgive me. I promise the next update will be soon. Feel free to review. :)