Quinn shifted her car into park as she turned the engine off, opening her door and stepping out as she looked Santana's house over. The windows were pitch dark and the air silent as she made her way up the drive, Quinn peeking in a window and trying her best to listen for anything as she approached the door. She knocked a few times before she tried the knob, opening the door and walking inside carefully as the silence caused her ears to ring.

"San?" she shouted into the darkness while sliding her hand along the wall for the light switch, flicking it up and on to see a small sliver of light brightening up the hall. Quinn followed it carefully as she peered into the kitchen, her eyes finding no sign of Santana as she continued on. She passed through the dining room and headed for the living room but stopped suddenly at the sight that met her, her gaze stumbling upon boxes upon boxes that were now stacked on the couch and floor. She walked closer while still calling out for Santana, halting her shout midway through as she gazed into the boxes and realized what Santana had been up to.

Blaine had called her that morning in a panic, rattling off about how Santana hadn't come to work and how he was worried about why. He'd gone on to say that she'd been acting odd the past few days and even Quinn had noticed too, Santana having grown a lot more quiet and softer than usual. It had been a month since she had started back at work and three since the accident, Santana seeming to finally having started getting on with her life and even getting back to her self a bit. While Quinn was glad to see her finally smiling again she knew it had all been too much too soon, Brittany's things still in place and Santana still referring to her in present tense when she talked about her. Quinn had been waiting and knowing that sooner or later she would have some sort of meltdown and she had been preparing, Quinn leaving the living room and walking up the stairs as she called for the brunette.

"Santana?" she hollered again as she stepped on the second floor, Quinn heading for the bedroom door but stopping suddenly as she smacked her foot into something hard and large. She groaned a bit as she reached down and squeezed her heel, clenching her jaw and cursing as she tried to feel whatever it was that had collided into her. She quickly moved for the light switch and flicked it on as she looked down to the floor, another large box sitting in front of her and containing what looked like frames. One in particular caught Quinn's eye suddenly and she bent down to grab it, plopping down on the floor next to it and pulling it out of the box as she looked it over. She began grinning ear to ear when she realized where it was from and let out a small laugh as she stared at the faces looking back at her, gently tapping the glass and rubbing her fingernails over it as she sighed.

It was a picture from their graduation day of the three former cheerios, Quinn with her perfect placed smile and Santana wearing her smirk while Brittany stood in between the two as she squeezed them happily. She remembered the day as she leaned against the box, her and Santana having spent the morning dodging Brittany and her camera as she ran around the school snapping photos of any and everything left and right. She could still hear her friend screaming louder than anyone as she walked across the stage, Brittany standing and clapping furiously anytime she saw someone she knew while Santana had shot her a wink. As Quinn continued to look down at the frame she felt her eyes burn warm, quickly wiping away the small tears that had formed in them and staring one last time at the photo. She stood up quickly while refocusing on why she was there, shoving the frame in her purse while heading for Santana's bedroom.

"San," she called as she pushed open the door, darkness meeting her eyes once more as she gently called out, "San are you here?" Quinn reached for a light switch but stopped when she noticed a sliver of light on the carpet, walking towards the closet and cautiously pushing it open as she peered inside.

"Santana, hey," she said as she stepped inside, finally finding the brunette and squatting down beside her, "San…" She was sitting on the floor in what looked like Brittany's old hoodie, holding a shirt in her hand as she scanned the closet.

"Hi," she said lowly while avoiding Quinn's eyes, reaching up gently and running her hand along the bottom of Brittany's old shirts.

"You alright?" Quinn asked delicately, noticing that her eyes weren't red and her face wasn't wet.

"Yeah," she replied airily, pulling her hand back down and running it over Brittany's shirt again. Quinn watched as she pulled it close to her face and rested against it, smiling a little as she looked to her and shook the garment.

"It still smells like her," she said as she fingered the buttons, "Like she was just here and wearing it or something." She looked up from the shirt and glared at Quinn, nodding her head as she put it on the floor.

"Yes, I know she wasn't here, I know she didn't just wear this," she said as she readjusted herself, "You don't have to look at me like I'm crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy," Quinn said as she shook her head, Santana sighing while she tugged at Brittany's shirt

"I know why you're here," she said while fumbling in the closet, "You're here because I didn't go to work today."

"That," Quinn said as she nodded, "And it's been awhile since I've graced you with my presence."

"I just saw you yesterday," Santana said as she furrowed her brow.

"Twenty-four hours is a long time," Quinn retorted while flashing Santana her cheesiest grin.

"Well I'm fine," the brunette said as she dismissed her, "Really. No tears or heaving as you can see, so you can go now-"

"Aw come on San, I thought we were passed that," Quinn groaned as Santana looked up surprised.

"Pass what?"

"You know," Quinn said while motioning to her, "Your whole tough act thing. You know, pretending that you're fine and that you have everything completely under control, needing nobody or thing to help you. I thought we were pass that already." Santana stared at her as she leaned back against the door, twiddling her thumbs as she scoffed at Quinn.

"Well-I-I don't know what you mean," she said defensively, "Because I am fine."

"But you feel guilty as hell," Quinn interrupted, Santana a little startled as she spoke.

"What?"

"You feel guilty," she said as he leaned up, "I mean am I wrong?"

"How could you possibly know that?" Santana asked astounded, "Not that I do because I'm fine-"

"Because I do," Quinn answered as she pulled the frame out of her purse, setting it on the floor while Santana looked it over.

"We were such idiots," Santana whispered as she ran her finger over the picture, a smile spreading on her lips as Quinn spoke.

"Yeah but we ran that place," Quinn smiled, Santana finally looking up from the photograph and growing serious again.

"Why do you feel guilty?" she asked in a timid voice.

"I don't really know," Quinn said softly as she crossed her arms, "I guess I just feel like I shouldn't be here without her. Like it's not fair that I get to keep going and she doesn't." Quinn avoided Santana's eyes as the brunette watched her intently, not really wanting to divulge her personal feelings but figuring if she could trust anyone it was Santana.

"I mean Brittany loved everything and everyone. That girl woke up and was excited to be alive and to get going with her day. She had so many things planned and all these goals for herself, and the fact that she doesn't get to do any of that is just unfair. I mean you have people like me who just waste their time and aren't grateful for anything, and yet here I still am when she's gone." Quinn looked up to find Santana expressionless, the blonde suddenly feeling uncomfortable having given so much of herself away.

"Anyways, what about you?" she asked quickly while trying to shift the focus, "Why do you feel guilty?" Santana sighed as she looked away, flicking a button on her shirt while mumbling to Quinn.

"Everyday when I wake up, my mind starts thinking about work and what I have to get done and what I haven't even started on. I get dressed and I'm frantic over whether I have all my shit together or if I'm gonna forget or lose something. I eat breakfast and I'm rushing because I'm worried about traffic. I get to work and I'm busying myself with people and sessions and photos. Then I come home at night and I realize that nowhere in there did I once think of her, not once did my mind cross Brittany." She looked to Quinn who flashed her a confused glance, Santana shaking her head before she could speak.

"I was going through our pictures and memories last night, pulling out my favorites and staring at who we used to be, and you know what happened? I didn't cry Quinn, didn't even cry. I looked at the pictures and I smiled and felt warm, but not once did I tear up or get upset."

"But that's good, that means you're moving on-"

"Exactly," she murmured sadly, "I feel like I'm forgetting about her, like I'm leaving Britt behind. I know I'm supposed to move on and get on with my own life, I know that, but I can't help but feel guilty while I do that and she doesn't. Like you said, it's not fair."

"San it's almost been three months now," Quinn said as she leaned forward, "And I know it hasn't been a long time, but it's been enough time for you to allow yourself to move on and be happy again. You're supposed to be able to think about her and smile, its good that you're strong enough to do that." Quinn rested her hand on Santana's as she looked towards her, Quinn now scooting closer as she tried to comfort her friend.

"Do you honestly think Brittany would want you to spend the rest of your life sad? To spend everyday feeling this pain and guilt? She would want you to be happy again, to smile and laugh and sing, to be Santana Lopez, the feisty girl she fell in love with in high school." A small smile spread on Santana's lips as Quinn continued to speak, the brunette looking at her and listening as Quinn leaned against her.

"Let yourself off the hook San, its ok. You deserve to be happy, you deserve to smile, Brittany would want you to."

"The same goes for you ya know," Santana said as she squeezed her hand, "You get to be happy too."

"I know," Quinn nodded, "And it's something I'm working on, so you and I can do it together." The two continued to sit side by side in the closet, Santana unknowingly playing with Quinn's hand while the blonde watched in amusement.

"So why'd you bail on work today?" Quinn asked finally, Santana sliding the bracelet around the blonde's wrist while she answered softly.

"I just didn't feel good," she mumbled casually, Quinn raising an eyebrow as she looked at her, "And I might've thought by skipping work my guilt would go away."

"And?" Quinn asked curiously.

"It didn't," she answered as she sighed, "I know, I learned my lesson, I get it now." Quinn smiled as she watched Santana in fascination, the brunette's hands now running over Quinn's fingertips and knuckles. She knew it was weird and completely inappropriate but Quinn couldn't help but enjoy the small tingles she felt on her skin as Santana's hands glided back and forth across her hands, letting Santana continue to mindlessly caress her unaware of her affect as Quinn fell further and further into a trance.

"Thanks Q," Santana murmured as she began doodling small dots on the blonde's hands, the sound of her soft voice breaking Quinn's daydream as she shook her head.

"Mmhm, yeah, yeah you're welcome," she nodded as she quickly moved her hand away and stood to get up, trying to shake the odd feeling that had just overwhelmed her as Santana stared in confusion as to why Quinn was jumping away, "So uhm, all those boxes, uhm, do you need help moving them?"

"Oh, no, I can do it," Santana protested while getting up too, "Really, I pulled them down I-"

"Here we go again," Quinn groaned as she placed her hands on her hips, "When are you gonna admit you need my help?"

"Its not that, calm your tits," Santana scoffed as she crossed her arms, "I'm just saying its no big deal, I'm perfectly capable of moving some boxes."

"Fine," Quinn said as she motioned to the box, "I'll just be here then."

"Whatever," Santana said as she rolled her eyes, heading for the nearest box and leaning down. She picked it up slowly and began struggling a bit to lift it, Quinn watching in amusement as Santana tried to heave the heavy frames and thick photo albums onto the high shelf. Her watching soon turned into staring though as her eyes drifted to the edge of the large sweatshirt that clung to Santana's legs, the hem of it barely centimeters away from revealing Santana's panties. The higher her arms went each time the higher the edge rose up the brunette's long legs, Quinn anticipating the moment until the crashing of the box Santana was once holding shook her from her thoughts.

"Damn it!" Santana yelled angrily as Quinn tuned back in, turning around from her spot in front of the shelf and kicking the box angrily as she muttered something in Spanish. Quinn waited a moment longer before calling the brunette's name, Santana turning to face her friend with an un-amused expression as her arms slumped.

"Fine, help me move the box," she sighed while motioning for her.

"Nah uh, not until you say the magic words," Quinn grinned.

"Please?" Santana asked confused, Quinn shaking her head while crossing her arms.

"Nope, the other ones," she said happily. Santana racked her brain before grumbling, flashing Quinn a look of annoyance as she spoke.

"Quinn, I-"

"Quinn you what?" she asked while leaning towards her.

"Quinn I need your help," she bit out through clenched teeth.

"Ok San, ok! Jesus you don't have to beg," she muttered playfully as Santana smacked her arm, "I'll be downstairs in a minute to help you move the rest alright?"

"Alright," Santana called as she left, "Oh and Quinn?"

"Yeah?" the blonde called while sticking her head out.

"Thank you," she said sweetly, Quinn winking as she followed behind.

They continued moving the boxes back into storage and finally got Santana's home back to its previous state, the two girls collapsing on the sofa as they sighed in exhaustion.

"You have a lot of shit, you know that?" Quinn asked after a few moments of silence, Santana laughing as she nodded her head.

"Yeah, well...wait, did you just cuss?" Santana asked in shock as she leaned forward, Quinn staring in confusion as Santana gasped, "Quinn Fabray you curse?"

"Santana what is your deal?" Quinn asked as she chuckled, "Yes I swear, so what? Everyone does."

"Not you, nuh uh," Santana shook as she pointed, "You're Quinn Fabray, the saintly child of like, Jesus himself."

"Jesus didn't have kids Santana."

"Not that you know of," the brunette argued, "And angels don't sin Fabray."

"Not that you know of," Quinn fired back, the cock of her brow and tone in her voice surprising Santana in a new way.

"Well aren't you just full of surprises," she said as she smiled, Quinn shrugging daintily as she leaned back.

"I dunno, maybe," she played, Santana smiling and resting her head in her hand as she leaned against the top of the couch.

"So what else don't I know about you?"

"Well...," Quinn thought as she squinted her head, pursing her lips and thinking as she spoke, "I...I slept with Finn-"

"I mean things I don't know about you, like dirty little secrets," Santana interjected as she rolled her eyes, "Everyone knows you dated Mr. Perfect, fucking him was only natural."

"You didn't let me finish," Quinn shot back as she stared into Santana, "I slept with Finn-"

"Yeah, yeah."

"While he was with Rachel-"

"Wait-"

"On their one year anniversary." Santana's eyes bulged as she shot up from her place on the couch, her jaw practically falling off as she pointed and screamed.

"NO WAY!"

"Yes way," answered Quinn as she nodded shamefully, Santana covering her mouth as she wiggled in her spot.

"Quinn! QUINN!" she yelled as she hit the blonde's shoulder, "How could you-wait, what? When? Spill!"

"It was after graduation, that night at Puck's party."

"The one where Blaine finally popped Kurt's cherry?"

"Is there any other?" Santana laughed loudly as she leaned back and held her hand over her chest, Quinn shushing her as she turned her body to face her and began to explain, "Anyways, Finn was piss ass drunk-"

"I know, I could never wear those heels after that night," Santana muttered as she remembered the lanky boys gag reflex, Quinn grimacing as she re-played the incident in the kitchen over in her mind.

"Right, so anyways, he had just found out about Rachel moving to New York from Tina and he was livid," Quinn recalled as she told her story, "And they had gotten in that huge fight outside and had "broken up" in front of everyone."

"Naturally, it had been three days since they had argued."

"Right?" Quinn nodded as she waved her hand around, "So he comes in the house and he's yelling and kicking things and being really awkwardly angry, and he see's me leaving the bathroom to go back to the party."

"Oh this is where it gets good right?" Santana perked up as she shifted to rest on her knees.

"And he comes up to me and he starts putting the moves on me, very awkwardly of course because, well, its Finn."

"Been there, done that," Santana nodded as Quinn laughed.

"Well of course I know what he's doing, I mean it was a party and Mercedes was there, that girl is like a grape vine on her own. So I tried to shut him down gently and tell him he was overreacting and that in the morning everything would be fine," Quinn expained as she smiled, "Well, in the midst of this Rachel comes upstairs and has the nerve to pin the whole thing on me."

"What?" Santana asked as she cried out, "I so do not remember that!"

"You were in the hot tub with Brittany, no one was even going near that situation," Quinn told her as Santana nodded happily, thinking back to the moment and grinning widely as she sighed.

"Oh yeah, good times."

"Anyways," Quinn continued, "She started yelling, and saying how I had always been jealous and that I was trying to sabatoge her, blah, blah, blah, blah, and she storms away to go call that Johnny St. Jude guy."

"Jeffie St. Jones?"

"Something," Quinn nodded, "So naturally I was pissed, I mean sure I had tried to ruin her, but this time it wasn't actually my fault."

"I hate when that happens."

"I know!" Quinn agreed, "Well I'm looking at Finn, and he's looking at me, and I figured, 'You know what? Screw it. I'm leaving this place tomorrow anyways.' So I took him in Puck's room and I screwed him on his bed." Santana's jaw was once more hanging open wide as she stared at Quinn in shock, leaning forward and shaking her head while Quinn nodded.

"No!"

"Yes."

"Quinn!"

"Oh yeah." The two girls burst out into laughter as Santana remained bewildered, Quinn blushing a tad as she flicked her nails.

"Don't get me wrong, I ended up feeling really, really bad, and it wasn't something I was or am exactly proud of," Quinn said as she rested her head against the back of the couch, "I mean I ended up apologizing and all that stuff, but in that moment, as angry as I was, it was the best revenge I ever could have enacted."

"And on Puck's bed, that's just icing on an already perfect cake," Santana nodded as Quinn giggled, the brunette looking Quinn over quietly as she took her in.

"What about you, what don't I know about you?" Quinn asked as she looked up, Santana startled that her staring had been interrupted and leaning back a bit as she fumbled.

"Oh, uh, psh, you know me," Santana dismissed as she waved her hand, "I put it all out there, I'm an open book. Trust me, there's nothing I've done people don't already know."

"Well there has to be something," Quinn disagreed as she arched her brow, "I mean everyone has something." Santana grew quiet and still for a moment as she stared down at her hands, her mind quickly thinking of something but dismissing it as she shook her head. She may have trusted Quinn and all but it was still too personal for her to give away, looking back up and shrugging as she spoke.

"No, not a thing." Quinn squinted her eyes knowingly as she sighed, still not convinced but letting the subject go.

"Fine, but I'll get it out of you, whatever it is."

"Ok Fabray, whatever you say." The remained in comfortable silence as they rested, Santana enjoying the peaceful company as she relaxed.

"You know, there is something else that happened that night that I would like to talk about," Quinn spoke up suddenly as she looked over to Santana, the brunette meeting her gaze and furrowing her brow as she thought.

"What? You slept with someone else's boyfriend?" she joked with a grin, Quinn snorting as she shook her head.

"No, uhm, the thing with, you know the thing with you and me and Brittany," Quinn stumbled out nervously, Santana inhaling deeply as she tensed up, "I mean-it's not like I want to dwell on it or upset you, because I don't-"

"Quinn listen-"

"I just think-if you let me explain what happened and what I meant I think you'd finally understand-"

"Quinn, stop," Santana cut in as she spoke louder, the blonde more than alarmed at her tone as she snapped her lips shut, "Just listen." Quinn settled into her spot anxiously as Santana exhaled, neither girl knowing exactly what to say to the other as they waited.

"Look, I don't know exactly what happened that night-"

"I know, so if you let me explain-"

"And honestly, now, I guess I don't really want to." Quinn was more than astounded by the response as she paused midway through her sentence surprised, her face falling and expression clueless as she waited for Santana to explain.

"I mean, it was so long ago, and we were both so stupid and caught up in all our high school drama, it's ridiculous ya know?" Santana chuckled as she brushed a few loose strands of hair from her eyes, "And after everything that's happened and all we've both been through I guess I just wanna forget it, just let it go. I say we leave it in the past where it belongs and just move on already, let it stay back at McKinley with those God awful cheerio uniforms. What about you?" Quinn was still sitting stunned as she blinked her eyes hard, trying to figure out if Santana was serious or not.

"I-I would really like that," she finally responded softly as she smiled, Santana nodding as she stood.

"Now that all that emotional crap is over," she said bluntly as Quinn laughed, "I was gonna shove my face until I exploded. You in?"

"Sure," Quinn answered as she nodded, Santana motioning towards the kitchen as the blonde led the way. Even though there were things left unsaid and being ignored and even more feelings being held back Quinn was more than happy to have her friend again, looking at Santana and feeling a new warmth between them as she opened the fridge.

"You know I'm gonna figure it out," she said to the brunette as she reached in for the ice cream.

"What's that?" Santana asked while grabbing two bowls.

"Your secret," Quinn replied, "The thing you're keeping from me, I'll figure it out."

"Same here," Santana responded as she handed Quinn a bowl, the blonde frowning as she took it.

"But I already told you mine," she said as she paused, "The whole Finn thing and-"

"No, you told me what you thought would get me off your back for now," Santana corrected as she scooped a large chunk of ice cream into her bowl, "But that's not it, I can feel it Fabray."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Quinn said stifly as she reached for a spoon, "I have nothing to hide."

"Uh huh, right," Santana agreed sarcastically, licking her spoon slowly while Quinn watched inticed, "You can stick to that if you want to for now, but I know you Barbie, and there's a lot more to you than meets the eye." She grabbed her snack and headed back into the living room, Quinn left startled and confused at the counter. She knew Santana was just playing with her and messing around but it had struck a chord in the blonde that made her nervous, Santana having no idea just how right she had been.