Your classes go much the same way they usually do, except that today your professor asks you to stay after class. She puts her glasses on top of her head as she puts her papers away in a briefcase, "I assume you've applied for the second year internship program."

You readjust the strap on your backpack, "Um, no. I thought that the only people that get that are in the top five percent of the class." Because it's the most prestigious thing at this school and everyone wants it. An internship in the second semester of the second year of med school is unheard of. You read about it and threw the pamphlet away because it always goes to an egg head with hug glasses and Einstein hair.

She rifles through some papers before presenting one to you. "You didn't see this." You look it over. It's the class rank, which isn't going to be posted for a few days. Your mouth drops open and you close it quickly when she yanks the paper back. You're not just in the top five percent. You're the second highest ranked person in the entire medical school. "That-I…this is," you clench your fist and exhale, "Should I?"

"I'm the head of the board that picks the interns," she picks up her briefcase, ready to leave, "And I'm not supposed to comment, but you are my pick, that is assuming that you can get your application in by five p.m. today."

"I'll have it done in an hour," you blurt out.

She shoots you a wink, "Bring it by my office and drop it with my secretary." With a last curt nod of her head, she strides out the door.

This is unbelievable. First of all you're not one of those egg heads that spends all day in the library reading up on the latest surgical procedures. But you are one that spends all your free time in your apartment reading up on anything medical. You correct your classmates when they're wrong because what the hell is going to happen if they thing they're right when they diagnose someone and kill them. Well that and you like to assert your dominance. Some things never change and your need to be on top hasn't either.

But you have a life. Your life doesn't revolve around school. Your life revolves around a Broadway choreographer. You whip your phone out, excited to tell her the news. You don't bother texting this time.

"Hello?" Brittany answers.

"You will never guess what just happened to me," you say excitedly completely forgetting that you're supposed to be in trouble with her. When you're done explaining to her she gushes over how proud she is and even tells one of the dancers while she's still on the phone with you.

You walk toward the medical library to type out your application. You interrupt Brittany who is telling someone else even though you're sure no one there knows that it's fairly impressive. "Babe, I gotta type this out so I can have it on my professor's desk in an hour."

"Okay," Brittany is absolutely giddy and you love her just a little bit more for being insanely proud of your accomplishment. "I'm so happy for you! We have to celebrate today. I'll text you in a little while."

"Okay," you stop outside the library and wait to get off the phone before going in, "I love you."

"I love you too," before she hangs up you hear her tell someone else, "Santana got like the best internship ever cause she's so smart-"

You look at your phone for a little while just smiling. No matter what happens with you, you know that you and Brittany are solid enough to get over it. She's incredibly forgiving and you love her enough to never let go or walk away.

After you get your application to your professor's office you run to your next class. You walk in a little late, but the old man who teaches the class doesn't seem to notice because he's trying to work out how to use the projector.

You look at the frazzled professor and students who are scratching their heads. You're not learning anything from this class today. You pick up your bag and make your way out of the room.

When you get home, you do what you always do and break out the books. You don't get far into your studies when you hear the front door open. You figure it's Quinn so you don't rush to put your things down. But you see who is really is out of the corner of your eye. You stand up and meet Brittany by the front door and she throws her arms around you. You just hold her to you, a smile gracing your lips. You'll never get to hold her enough.

When you open your eyes, Quinn and Rachel are standing at the open door watching you with smiles that tell you that they think you're adorable. Finally you ask, "Not that I don't love this, but to what do I owe this?" You keep your hold on Brittany, but pull away enough to talk to Quinn and Rachel, "No one's dead or hurt right?"

Quinn smirks and leans closer to Rachel, "Just Brittany's brother."

Brittany giggles and you raise an eyebrow. Brittany doesn't have a brother. Her eyes gleam when she tells you, "Rachel called my director and told him that my brother was in an accident and that she was on her way to pick me up."

That was genius. "Why didn't I think of that?" you lean forward and brush your lips against Brittany's. It's been too long since you've just kissed her. It's always too long.

The door closing pulls you out of the kiss. You see Rachel and Quinn standing really close together. Rachel's eyes are nervously shifting around the room before she sees you looking at her. She forces a smile and says, "I thought that since Quinn is leaving tomorrow, despite my best attempts to keep her here," Rachel's eyes flicker to Quinn who is thoughtfully biting the inside of her cheek, "We should all spend the evening together."

You nod firmly. You really don't want Quinn to leave. It's nice having someone to talk to. You call Quinn quite a lot, but you like it when she's here and you know she likes being here more than being in Lima. "I agree."

Brittany leaves your side and hugs Quinn. You know Brittany well enough to know that she feels bad for not spending enough time with Quinn. "I'll miss you, like a lot."

Quinn smiles sadly, tilting her head down on Brittany's shoulder, "I'll miss you too Britt."

"But she'll be back," Rachel adds, "A lot. Because if she doesn't we'll all go back to Lima and kidnap her."

Brittany pulls back and takes Quinn's hands, swinging them between the two blondes, "You better."

"I will." Quinn states. You know she's lying. You're sure you're the only one that knows too. She sentenced to a lifetime in Lima and you're sentenced to solitary confinement with conjugal visits the few hours a day that Brittany's isn't working.

You grit your teeth together to keep the tears down. When you let out a deep sigh, Quinn's forced smile falls from her face. She takes the few steps to you and pauses in front of you. She just opens her arms and you step up to her.

You know that Quinn hates her life and although you talk on the phone frequently, that's never enough for either of you. You feel the tears start to win so you close your eyes, hoping no one sees. "Why can't you just say?" you're surprised at how softly that came out.

Quinn hugs you tighter, "I'm sorry San." With a depressing sigh, you know that now your best friend needs you to be strong for her so you beat the tears back and become strong for her. At least you have Brittany if only for a few hours a day. She has no one to count on in Lima.

She pulls back and shakes away her feelings, "So where are we going?"

"Do you want to go clubbing or have a low key night?" Rachel asks her.

You watch as Brittany takes Quinn's hand. Quinn tentatively smiles and Brittany beams back. You see Quinn swallow hard, "Low key. Definitely low key."

"We should hit up that new lounge on 34th," you say catching Brittany's eyes, "Have you seen it?"

"Baby I haven't see anything, but the inside of the theatre for weeks," Brittany detaches from Quinn and attaches to you. You can see the recurring apology in her eyes. She wants you to not be mad at her and when she looks at you like that, you definitely can't.

You're about to add something when Rachel's phone rings. She steps away to have a conversation you're not interested in. What you are interested in is the fire in Quinn's eyes when she watches Rachel focusing on the person on the phone. She seems to know who it is and greatly dislikes them. You see Brittany watching Quinn too and that means that there's something there you're not noticing. Your girlfriend has a sixth sense when it comes to people and she can read them

When Rachel walks back to the group of you three, she loops her arm through Quinn's with a smile, "Okay, so where are we going?"

Quinn's eyes bounce from Rachel to Brittany and she mutters out, "I-uh-gotta make a call. I'll be right back." She quickly makes her way into her room and closes the door.

You look at Brittany who just shrugs. You shrug back and look over to Rachel who is looking at the bedroom door, perplexed.

"Do you mind if I sit?" Rachel asks you and Brittany, "I've had quite a day dragging Quinn all over the island."

Brittany takes Rachel's hand and pulls her to the couch where you all end up sitting. "So Santana," Rachel turns to you, "How's school going?"

You shrugs, "It's going alright I guess."

"It's going way better than alright," Brittany interrupts you and look at Rachel excitedly, "San's going to get this awesome internship because she's in the top five percent of her class and she's so much smarter than everyone else."

Rachel smiles at you, "That's great. We can celebrate that tonight as well if you'd like."

You shake your head, "It's Quinn's last night."

You can see the sadness in Rachel's face as she nods. You wonder how good of friends she and Quinn could have become over the past few days. "I wish she'd stay. We just got to be friends."

Brittany reaches over and rubs Rachel's back.

The door to the bedroom opens and Quinn walks out. Her eyes land on Rachel, "Do you want to talk to one of your biggest fans in Lima?"

Rachel gets off of the couch and takes the phone, "Sure."

Quinn hands off the phone and watches Rachel walk into the kitchen before plopping down on the couch between you and Brittany. Your girlfriend puts her head on Quinn's shoulder and asks, "Who is that?"

"It's my mom," Quinn hugs Brittany to her. You can tell she's avoiding your eyes.

So you narrow your eyes and tilt your head. Finally Quinn accidentally makes eye contact and you now that she was crying in the bedroom. You run your fingers through Brittany's hair and ask her to go get your black purse out of the closet.

She smiles at you and kisses the top of Quinn's head before kiss you on the lips. Then she walks into the bedroom, leaving you alone with Quinn. You set your gaze on her, "Why were you crying Q?"

Quinn's eyes grace the floor and your stomach gets tight with worry. "I…I called Finn to make sure he remembered that I'd be come home tomorrow and now we both know we're getting a divorce."

You thought that was what Quinn wanted. It's one more step in the direction to her happiness, "Do you not want to?"

"I do," she looks up at you, "I just…It hurts you know? I mean…my life up until now has been…"

"Sucky?" you ask with a playful smile, "Shitty? A farce?"

Quinn pushes at you with her forearm, "Yeah that."

Brittany walks back in with your purse and sits between you two. "No fighting." Brittany's brilliant eyes show that she's a level excited that only occurs in Brittany.

Rachel finishes up her convo with Quinn's mom and walks over to the couch, sitting next to Quinn, addressing her, "You didn't tell me that your mom was a Broadway aficionado."

"I didn't know," Quinn answers.

"So," you check your phone for the time and decide to get the show on the road, "Are we ready?"

"Always," Rachel grins.

Brittany kisses you sweetly before standing and pulling you up with her. Out in the hallway, Quinn lags behind with Brittany so you and Rachel are up front.

"We should grab a cab," Rachel offers, trying to start some semblance of a conversation with you.

You shake your head, "It's hell getting a cab here because we're in the middle of the block. We can just walk. It's like three blocks away."

"Are you sure?" Rachel asks.

You nod, "We'll be fine. Promise."

And like you promised you all got to the bar in one piece. After a few shots, you're sipping on a vodka RedBull, Rachel and Quinn are drinking wine and Brittany's swiftly drinking her screwdriver. Your girlfriend let's out her killer smile and pulls Quinn out of the booth. There's music in this bar, but it's not loud and it's not really dancing music. But Brittany makes the most of it. She and Quinn gyrate around, one more gracefully than the other.

Brittany always amazes you with her ability to make the world her dance floor. She doesn't care who is looking or what they think because she's having fun. You've always wanted to me more like her in that respect.

It doesn't take long for Quinn to shuffle back to the table with Brittany bouncing along behind her. She catches your eyes and you know what she wants to do so you stand up before she can ask. She beams and grabs your hand pulling you to the open space again.

Brittany holds you close, your bodies moving together like they were made for it. And you know they were. You were meant for her and she for you and that's how it always was and always will be.

She sings along with the music, serenading you with the outdated, barely danceable song. You can't help, but smile. This makes up for all the nights where you're along. For all the meals you eat by yourself and all the hours you spend waiting for her to come home. She brightens you world. The hard times hurt, but the good times, though lately few and far between, far outshine the hardships.

"Can we go to the pier?" Brittany asks you out of nowhere.

You sigh, because you can never say no. You two have been chased off a pier a few blocks from here more than once. The security guard is nice and Brittany is adorable so he just shakes his balding head when he makes you leave.

Rachel and Quinn walk arm in arm following you and Brittany. Your girlfriend opens the chain link fence like she owns it and walks out onto the pier. A strong gust of wind hit her and you put your arm around her waist like the wind would blow her into the water. You worry about things like that. You worry about Brittany because you feel responsible for her even though she's proven that she's fine all on her own.

She smiles her million-dollar smile at you and pulls you into her body. "I won't fall in."

"I know…" you lean your forehead on hers, "I just…" She giggles and you laugh with her, "Shut up."

She kisses you softly murmuring, "I love you."

"I love you too," you answer. With a deep breath, you look up at the sky. It's the reason you come out here. Brittany doesn't like not being able to see the stars from your apartment so you both went out walking one night and found this place. "Hey Britt," you kiss the side of her head and point up in the sky, "Aquarius is up."

She looks up and follows your finger, "Awesome." She looks around naming a bunch of constellations and you follow her for a few until you spot the security guard lumbering toward you. "Britts, we gotta go."

She sees where you're looking and smiles at the security guard. His name is Phil or Fred or something equally Security Guard-esque. You and Brittany start walking to the shore and Quinn and Rachel follow. Phil/Fred/Other shakes his head as you file past him and Brittany grins at him. You feel like he looks forward to this intrusion just to see Brittany. You know you would.

You notice Quinn looking at you and let out a small smile. You really don't want her to go. You really, really don't want her to go and you know that Rachel's been trying to get her to stay all night. You want that to work. You miss your friend and you know she misses you. You sigh and break eye contact with her. She leaving tomorrow and you need to get a grip.

After you stop for ice cream and Rachel explains to Brittany what a vegan is and why, you're sulking. Brittany pledges her future veganism and you want to hit yourself in the head. You like ice cream and chocolate and cheese. You can't live without cheese. Nachos, grilled cheese, and….great now you're hungry.

Being the responsible future doctor, when you get back to your apartment you pass out the water bottles. After gulping down half of your bottle, you find Brittany hugging Quinn. Quinn asks, "What's wrong B?"

"Santana's sad and she wants to hug you like this so I'm doing it for her," Brittany explains and you cross your arms and look down. Brittany's so right. You've been pushing back all these feelings all night and now there's no more avoiding them. You feel like your only friend is leaving you. She's not technically your only friend, but she's the only one that matters.

You look back up at Quinn to see her smiling at you. You roll your eyes and find the floor again, tracing the lines of the linoleum. When you look back up Quinn is alone.

You know this is the part where you say your real goodbye. Tomorrow you'll hug and say goodbye, but this is the big one. Tomorrow is because you have to, but this is the one that really means goodbye.

You're uncomfortable with this much emotion so you shift your weight from one foot to the other. You clench your jaw and watch Quinn waiting for her to make the first move. If you do it you may end up crying which you really don't want to do. You start to tap your foot knowing that she doesn't want to make the first move either.

She finally takes the few steps to you, but pauses. You're already moving to her by then so you grip her by the waist and she holds onto your shoulders, her head resting on your shoulder.

You close your eyes and lean your head against hers, "This sucks."

"Yeah I know," she whispers back.

With one last gentle squeeze you pull away. That was your goodbye. Neither one of you were ever good that them, but that was perfect for the pair of you.