When I got home, things got worse for me.

For a while Brittany had held off the cravings. Her talking to me about what was happening had held off as much as it could and along with the coffee I had actually felt good around her.

But now that I was in a home I didn't know and I was alone, my body ached for the drugs.

Brittany had asked me several times not to go looking for drugs. Not only would that make things even harder for the other Santana but also for me because I didn't know how long I was going to be here for.

She promised me she'd keep an eye out for me and that she would come over the next day to tell me all I needed to know to keep afloat.

But for now I was alone and in pain.

I think somewhere between ransacking the house for something and throwing up I fell asleep. I woke up covered in my own stomach contents and I felt so gross.

So for the first time in a long time, I took a shower alone. I didn't have to spare water and I didn't have to worry about the person with me to touch me, because there was no one there and it felt so good. I stood under that hot stream of water for the longest time and it still didn't feel long enough.

But then the water grew colder and I had to wash and rinse quickly before I would freeze and then I grabbed the fluffiest towel and dried myself off with it.

For the first time in my life I actually felt clean and so when I saw the robe hanging on the door it felt okay to put it on. I did however, put some underwear on and quickly put on a tank top beneath the robes. I didn't want to be too naked.

I still felt like crap, and I was still sweating and shaking but I tried my best to ignore it. The bed looked inviting but I hadn't eaten anything all day and I needed sustenance. I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I was slow and methodical mostly because I never actually did this before but also because the actions kept me calm. My hands were shaking pretty bad while I made myself a sandwich to go with the tea and when I sat down at the kitchen table, I close my eyes, clasped my hands and prayed.

After my meager dinner my stomach clenched around it and I stayed seated for half an hour until my stomach felt like it was calming down. Then I made my way through the house, slowly cleaning up the mess I made.

By the time that I was too tired to see straight it was one am and I made my way up to the bedroom, turned on the light on the night stand and sank into the bed.

For a moment, I just lay there with my eyes closed and the light from the night stand just bright enough to light up the part of the room around the bed. It was perfect. For a moment I felt like I would survive my own life just because I had this experience.

And then I thought about the other Santana who was in my place now.

How was she doing?

Where was she now?

Brittany did say that she would get out of there. Did she?

Something woke me up.

I wasn't sure what it was but when the door to the bedroom opened I jumped up and stared, wide eyed to the woman standing there.

"Brittany," I rasped.

"Oh...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I called you, and then I knocked on the front door for the longest time and then I decided to use my key. I thought you'd died."

After my heart calmed down I climbed back into the bed. "Could you um...give me a moment to get presentable?"

"Oh you're fine. But I guess I'll make a plate for you," she said lifting the bag in her hand so that I could see. When she was gone I quickly brushed my teeth, then my hair and then I got dressed.

As I made my way downstairs it's the first time I noticed the pictures. It answers one if my questions; we look exactly alike. It's probably why Quinn didn't notice it and maybe why Brittany did.

"So Quinn, is she a friend of mine?" I asked when I walk into the kitchen.

Brittany looked up from her plate of food and nodded. "We met in high school and we kept in touch during college. She's...she changed though and ended up with Puck again just a couple of months ago. Puck is in this band that covers old eighties music."

"Good to know. She kinda blamed me for the fights she's having with him and I was in the blank as to what I did to make things tense."

"Well, you helped him by recommending him to a record label and they went with him. It's nothing special but he acts like he already owns the world." She shrugged. "I was there last night and even I can feel the tension."

"Yea..."

"You should eat something," she said pointing at the plate in front of me.

"Um okay. I hope you don't mind if I don't eat everything." She looked at me in concern and I shook my head. "It's like you bought the whole store."

Brittany laughed then. "Oh, I don't mind."

I took a bite of everything on my plate and then pushed it aside. "I have so many questions."

"Go ahead and ask them, see if I can give you an answer."

"How did you know I was here and she was there?"

"I'm not sure. I just had this feeling and I could go with it, and maybe scare you a bit in the process, or let it go and have you figure it out for yourself. It wasn't something that was clear right away though. I only connected it to the machine because I was working on it." She shrugged. "Either way, I knew and I went to see where she was, but I didn't see her anywhere in that house so she might've already been out or she didn't have to go back there as long as you got out or something."

"Is it possible that she helped me get out?"

"Um...I don't know. You'd have to ask her."

We talked but I didn't get any more information out of her. She closed off, for whatever reason and I had to deal with it.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Um...still shaky, my body still hurts but I'll manage. As long as I'm not alone I'm fine."

She seemed to think about that and I waited.

"Well there are people that want to help you. I could help you, stay here and just keep you company."

"I don't want you to go out of your way."

"Um...the other Santana hired me to be her assistant when I lost my job. So it would be my job to keep you company if you told me so."

I sighed and shrugged. "I don't care if you stay or if you go. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like you and everything but I don't know you and it doesn't do much to know nothing about you...except that you built a machine that brings you from this reality to another." I waited for a moment. "Does that mean there are more? More realities?"

"Oh! I don't know. I've been going back to the same but maybe that's because of the connection." She smiled at me. "Everything you want to know about you, is here. Everything you want to know about me, is here."

She pointed at her head. "So tell me about you...and then I'll decide whether I want you to stay or not."

Brittany had been a dancer until she fell, broke her leg and couldn't go back to dancing again. She lost her job and she lost the little amount of friends she had but then she still had Santana and Quinn. They worked hard together to make sure that they could find a job for Brittany, and in the mean time Brittany stayed with Santana.

"Santana started working more and more and then when she got a raise, a promotion, she hired me right away. She said that it was the least she could do."

"She sounds like a really good friend."

"She is...the best. Quinn too, if she'd had the chance like Santana had she would've done the same. But anyway."

Before all that happened she'd been a dancer for years. And before being a dancer she went to high school with Santana and Quinn and she had a short fling with Santana. But it didn't work out, Brittany was too flaky to keep up with a relationship.

"I changed though," she said. I smiled and then nodded, indicating for her to go on.

She had loved Santana but there was no way that she wanted to stay with one person and Santana saw that. Either way, it had been in secret anyway so it wasn't like anyone knew what was going on. Not even Quinn knew.

"So how am I going to get through her job?" I asked when all was said and Brittany looked down at her hands.

"Let me tell you...a secret. I found out about it when I first found myself in the other reality. In a way, in most ways you and Santana are the same and you both know the same things. You...when you picked those songs that proved it to me. And when I met myself and talked to her, that was more proof. Here's the thing; you can get through her job and sure, you might decide things differently from what she would, but ultimately you're the same. You have just always made different choices."