AN: Thank you for all the alerts guys! Happy Glee day... maybe? I guess we will see how it goes.

Here's the next chapter! After this one is when it starts to really pick up ;) enjoy!


Quinn stood in the middle of the living room and turned in a slow circle, giving it one last check. The room was spotless and everything was in its' proper place. Perfect. She looked over at the clock. Her study group would be there soon but more importantly, Brittany should have been home over an hour ago.

Quinn sat on the couch and took a deep breath. "She's an adult Quinn. No need to worry." She told herself. It didn't matter how many times she said it though, she couldn't convince herself not to worry about Brittany tonight. Today was the 2 year anniversary of the day the men showed up at Brittany's door and told her Sam would not be coming home.

There was a knock at the door and Quinn quickly walked over, silently hoping Brittany had forgotten her key. When she opened it to see her study group standing there her heart dropped but she offered them a forced smile.

"Come in." She stepped to the side and let her friends in.

"Ready to get your study on girls?" One of them asked.

"Definitely. I'm worried about this exam. I mean, it's a psychology exam. The professors are practically trained in the art of messing with students." Another replied as they all sat around the living room and took out their books.

Quinn picked up her textbook and sat on the floor. This was a really important exam for her and she needed to concentrate. Brittany would be fine.


After two hours straight of studying the group had stopped reading and started debating the legitimacy of a dissociative identity disorder, or multiple personality disorder, diagnosis.

Just when the debate started to turn into an argument the front door flew open. Quinn looked over to see Brittany falling in and using the door handle for support.

"I think the door got stuck." Brittany looked up and saw Quinn sitting with her friends. She nodded to them and closed the door behind her. "Quinn. Quinn's friends." She saluted them and started pulling her shirt up while walking through the room. Some of them stared at her in confusion while others tried to look away politely.

Quinn turned back to her friends and shot them a quick smile. "I'll be right back."

She ran down the hall and followed Brittany who now had her shirt off. She guided Brittany into her room and shut the door. "What are you doing?"

"We have guests Q. I need to change."

"And you couldn't have waited until you got into your room?" Brittany shrugged and Quinn watched as she stumbled around in her closet. It was easy to see the gleam of sweat on Brittany's body and just then Quinn realized her friend had stumbled in without a jacket. "Where were you? Why are you so late? Why are you sweating?"

Brittany turned around and looked up at the ceiling while she tried to think of the right answers. "A bar. Because I was at a bar. And because I'm hot?" Brittany hadn't realized she was sweating until Quinn pointed it out.

"Brittany there is snow on the ground out there and you have no jacket. How could you possibly be hot?" Brittany shrugged again and pulled on a new shirt. "How much did you drink?"

"I don't remember Q, it's kinda all a blur." Brittany walked over to Quinn and put both her hands on either shoulder. "I took your advice though."

"Which advice?" Quinn asked and folded her arms across her chest.

Brittany smiled and held up her pointer finger, signaling Quinn to wait. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills and handed it to her friend. Quinn took the bottle and gave Brittany a worried look. She opened it and, to her relief, the bottle was not empty. It was missing quite a few pills but she could tell it wasn't enough to be real dangerous. Not with them being antidepressants.

"This was not my advice Britt!" Quinn yelled at the taller blonde.

Brittany walked around Quinn and sat on the bed. "You told me to take the pills, so I took the pills."

"You took more than you're supposed to and you took them with alcohol!"

"Shh." Brittany shushed her. "We have company."

Quinn threw her hands up. "I don't care about them Britt I care about you. You can't just stay out all evening, not call and then come home like… like this!" She gestured towards all of Brittany. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and lowered her voice. "Look, I know what today is and I get it. But it's been two years B and you need to start moving on. I've been trying to help, I really have, but I don't know how much longer and I can keep this up. You tell me not to worry, you act like you're fine but I can tell you aren't and then you go and do stuff like this? I just don't know what to do anymore." Quinn took a breath and pressed her lips closed tight in order to stop her rant.

Brittany stared down at the bed where her hands were clenched tightly to the sheets. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her head and she was sure Quinn could hear it. She stood up and the room started to spin around her. Quinn was quick to grab her arm and stabilize her but Brittany pulled her arm away.

Brittany turned around from the door to face Quinn and shrugged one shoulder. "You're right." Then she turned around and walked out of the apartment, avoiding the stares from Quinn's friends.


Brittany had no idea where she was going; she started walking and she couldn't stop. Quinn was right. It had been two years since Sam disappeared and Brittany had let her life be taken over by grief. Her only friend was Quinn, she spent all of her time at either work or home and she hadn't talked to her family since the funeral, which she was against having. She knew Quinn was trying to help and part of her wanted to accept it but she didn't think anything Quinn could do would really help. If she refused to cooperate then she would never know if she was truly a lost cause.

She stopped walking and looked around to figure out where she had ended up. She looked at the street sign and realized she was just down the street from Spotlight Diner. Figuring the diner would be closed by now, and that she didn't want to see Santana while she was like this anyway, she sat against the wall and buried her face in her hands. If everything would stop spinning it might be easier to think.

She reached into her pocket, hoping to find her phone but there was nothing there. Out of the corner of her eye she saw people walking towards her. She looked down the road at them and realized it was Santana and Kurt walking home from work. They were talking and hadn't noticed her sitting on the ground ahead of them.

Just then a cab drove by and stopped beside Kurt and Santana. A short, but attractive, guy with hair that had far too much gel in it, stepped out and they greeted him happily. He waved to Santana then gave Kurt a sweet kiss. Brittany watched as they talked for a second before Kurt and the other man got into the cab. Santana waved at them through the window and they drove off. When Santana turned back towards Brittany the blonde felt the need to get up and run. She stood up too quickly and everything started to spin faster. Soon, Brittany found herself back on the ground with her eyes closed.

"Britt?" The dancer opened her eyes and the sound of Santana's voice.

"Oh, hey Santana."

"What are you doing down there?" Santana stared down at her and Brittany could see the worry in her eyes.

"I was out for a walk and I… needed to sit down?" Brittany replied uncertainly. Santana's brow furrowed in confusion. Brittany stood up, much more slowly this time. "Hey, do you want to go out tomorrow night?"

"Out? Like, a date?" Santana asked nervously.

"Exactly like a date."

Brittany could tell Santana was thinking about it.

"As long as I can choose what we do." The Latina said with a smirk on her face.

"Deal!" Brittany smiled at her.

Santana watched as Brittany wavered on her feet. There was clearly something off about the blonde and Santana was sure it had something to do with the glazed look in her eye. "It's pretty late. Are you heading home?"

Brittany looked down the street that lead back to her apartment. She hadn't thought about what she was going to do now. "Totally, yeah." She turned away from Santana and started walking down the street, trying hard to keep her balance.

Santana walked up beside Brittany. "I'll walk with you." She smiled at the blonde. There was no way she was letting her walk home alone in this condition. Brittany crossed her arms in front of her and Santana noticed that she wasn't wearing a jacket. "Britt what the hell? You're going to freeze."

"I'm fine. I was really really hot earlier anyway."

Santana took her jacket off and placed it over the blondes shoulders. "Here. And don't argue." She was wearing a heavy sweater underneath anyway and Brittany was in a t-shirt. Brittany accepted the jacket without any argument because she actually was freezing. Santana glanced over at the blonde and bit her lower lip. She might regret this, "You aren't… sober, are you?"

Brittany looked down at the ground. "I'm a little… un-sober." When Santana didn't respond Brittany started to panic. Had she scared her away? "Sam."

Santana furrowed her brow at Brittany. "What?"

"Sam. He's who I moved here with. Two years ago he went missing and he never came back."

"Missing how?"

"Like, nobody can find him."

"Right…" Santana knew this was a conversation that would have to wait until Brittany was more herself.

"Brittany!" Both of the women looked up to see Quinn waiting at the stairs to their apartment building. "What the hell B! You left without your phone so I couldn't get a hold of you and I had no idea where you were; you can't just do that to me! I don't care if we had a fight you can't do that shit to me Britt!" The smaller blonde wrapped her arms around Brittany.

"Sorry Q." Brittany hugged her back. "But I'm fine. Santana found me."

Quinn pulled away from her friend and eyed the woman beside them. "I see that." After realizing Santana wasn't going to break eye contact Quinn continued, "Thanks."

"Any time."

Brittany leaned forward and rested her forehead on Quinn's shoulder who let out a small laugh. "Alright B, time for bed."

"Yes please." Brittany stood up as straight as she could and sent Santana a quick smile. "Night San."

Santana smiled back at the blonde. "Goodnight Britt."

Brittany started to head up the stairs and turned around suddenly. "See you later!" She called to the Latina.

"Tomorrow night." Santana winked and Brittany lit up at the reminder.

Quinn looked between the two then settled for eyeing Santana. "Tomorrow night?"

"We have a date." Brittany responded with a giddy smile.

"Oh you do?.." The shorter blonde narrowed her eyes at the brunette who was now backing away.

"I'll pick you up at 7:30 Britt. Dress warm."

Quinn looked back up at her friend who was busy watching Santana walk away. She hit Brittany's arm to get her attention. "A date?"

The look in Quinn's face was unreadable. What if she was angry? Confused? She knew Brittany wasn't straight. Brittany opened her mouth, preparing to defend her choice to go out with the mysterious brunette. Before she could say anything Quinn started smiling. Brittany smiled back as Quinn walked up the stairs so they were on the same level.

Quinn wrapped her arms around Brittany as tight as she could. It may have been a long, hard road but they got here. Brittany was trying to move on. "Let's go inside Britt."