A/N If I owned glee Santana and Brittany would already be official. Thanks to all the lovely reviews. They make me happy. Also, this is my first story for fanfiction, and I LOVE IT. A little Quinn in this chapter, I'm still deciding if I should sprinkle in some Faberry. Thoughts?

p.s. glee fandom is the best.

Brittany was right in the middle of her bubble bath when her phone rang. She grumbled as she stumbled out of the soapy water, threw on her yellow terrycloth robe and rushed to the kitchen.

"Hello" she answered breathlessly.

"Hey Brittany" the voice on the other end said easily.

"Oh! Hi Quinn. If I talk on the phone and take a bath at the same time, will I get electrocuted?"

Quinn laughed, "Just don't drop the phone in the water, and we should be fine"

Brittany smiled and slipped back into the tub. "So whats up Q?"

"Santana asked me to be a bridesmaid, and I know you're her maid of honor."

Brittany sighed.

Quinn sighed too. "I just wanted to see how you're doing. I was kind of shocked when she told me about the engagement."

Brittany whimpered "She's supposed to be with me"

Quinn had known Brittany since they were in 4th grade, she could tell by now when Britt was about to cry, and now was one of those times. "B, don't move, I'll be right over"

20 minutes later Quinn was sitting on the floor of Brittany's bathroom floor with tissues and a box of Peeps. She sat quietly by her friend's side and let her vent, interrupting only to remind Brittany that Peeps don't float.

"Fucking Santana" Quinn murmured under her breath.

Brittany's head snapped towards Quinn, sending a spray of water on Quinn's favourite dress. "Fucking Santana was the best thing ever. And so was she." Brittany said indignantly. "It's my fault. I'm the stupid one." Brittany sunk further into the water. She loved Quinn, but she wasn't Santana. If Santana was here, she would climb into the tub with Brittany, whisper Spanish lullabies in her ear and rub her shoulders. Tears welled up in Brittany's eyes. They would never do that again. "My fault" she whispered, throat thick with sadness.

Quinn shook her head, "B, it's not your fault."

Brittany nodded vehemently. "If I was a boy, everything would be okay. That's why Santana won't marry me."

"Brittany! Santana won't marry you because she's a coward, just like Noah" Quinn muttered under her breath.

Brittany furrowed her brow, "You're STILL mad at Puck for knocking you in?"

Quinn smiled ruefully. "Up B, he knocked me UP. And no, he just hasn't contacted Beth yet, and they have a legal obligation to meet, it was the main requirement with Ms. Corcoran's adoption"

Brittany poked Quinn's arm. "What does that mean?"

"Poor 8 year old Beth is trying to find her dad. I spoke with Shelby the last time I visited Beth, and she's really getting upset. She thinks her dad doesn't love her."

Brittany frowned. "Poor baby B. How sad to not know you're loved." She smiled then. "At least Santana knows I love her." She turned to Quinn "And Beth has the best birth mommy in the world, and she has enough love for a bajillion Puck's"

Quinn hugged her friend, not caring if she got soaked, or that Brittany was naked. That was the greatest thing about Brittany, she found the good in any situation, and could always make anyone feel better, even the perpetually jaded Quinn. She whispered into her friends ear "Don't worry B, it'll all work out."

Brittany whispered back "Will you help me? I can't do this without you."

Quinn nodded. "We'll get through it together"

A/N don't hate on me for hating on Puck, he has his own side to the story! Next chapter will be happier (hopefully)