Brittany is startled by a knock on the door, causing her to drop her mascara. She knew Quinn was coming but she still got jumpy being home alone. She runs to the door, opening it slowly in case it was a 'murderer', only to be jumped on by Quinn, who gives her a huge tackle hug. Brittany smiles widely, hugging her best friend. "I've missed you Quinny". "I've missed you too Britt".
After finishing making popcorn and setting up the sofa they settle down to watch their movie. "Jeez, I haven't seen this movie since me you and Santana watch-" Quinn looks over to see a frown on her best friends face. "Oh, I'm so sorry Britt, I didn't mean to mention her, I just forget sometimes.." she says, feeling angry at herself. "It's o-k-kay, Quinn, I j-just need to learn to deal with th-this." Britt stutters, feeling a few tears slide down her cheeks. Quinn quickly jumps up from her seat and moves over to Brittany, letting the crying girl rest her head on her shoulder. How could she be so stupid mentioning Santana around her? She always knew Brittany never stopped loving Santana but she just couldn't figure out why they hadn't stayed together. That's one thing Brittany never told her, but she was determined to find out. Brittany lifts her head from Quinn shoulder, wiping her remaining tears. "It's not your fault Quinn, we can't just keep pretending like we never knew her, it's just I um, had another dream about her last night..". she feels tears threatening to pour out again but she holds them back. Quinn sighs, she just wants to yell at Brittany and tell her to chase after the girl of her dreams, but she knows Brittany would never do that to Artie, she's way too kind, although Artie's been treating her like shit. Quinn holds her best friend, puts the little mermaid back on and hopes she can cheer her up.
"Slam". Quinn jolts awake to see Artie coming through the door with an angry look on his face. She realises she's still holding a sleeping Britt in her arms, whose cheeks are still stained with tears. She slowly gets off the lounge, leaving Brittany asleep. She walks over to a fuming Artie. "What's up with you?" she asks in a rude tone. She figured she wouldn't bother being nice to him because of the way he treated Brittany. "It's nothing. Just go home" he spits back. "Excuse me, my best friend invited me here, it's her home too, so how about you start treating her with some fucking respect!" Shouts Quinn. "Quinny?" whimpers Britt, wiping her eyes. Quinn glares at Artie before walking over to the couch. Brittany yawns, looking up at Quinn , noticing a disgusted look on her face. "What's wrong Quinny, did you eat the hotdogs from the fridge because I'm pretty sure they've gone off" she says worriedly. Quinn can't help but smile at her clueless friend. "No, no Britt. It's nothing, trust me. I just think I should be going now, Artie's home by the way.." she gives Brittany a long hug and heads for the door. "Bye Quinny, I love you!" she shouts. "I love you too" Quinn shouts back. Suddenly Artie storms up to the couch. "OH, so you just invite her over when I'm not here, huh?" He yells, making Brittany jump a little. "You can't be spending time with her, knowing your past with girls I don't trust it, I can tell you love her!". Brittany just stares at him, confused and scared. "What are you talking about? Me and Quinn have been friends since kindergarten!" she cries back. "Oh yeah, 'friends'." he shouts, storming out of the lounge room and slamming the bedroom door.
Brittany pulls out her phone, tears streaming down her face. She dials Quinn's number. "Oh hey Britt, sorry about leaving so-". "Quinny, can you please come pick me up?" she sobs.