Santana sat at a table in the corner of Lima Bean. She had driven passed Brittany's house and saw that all the lights were out so she figured the Pierces must have been at the hospital.

Haven't heard from you B, I hope everything's okay. –San :)

She looked at her phone for a moment longer before scrolling through her contacts and landing on Quinn's name.

If I find out that you've been receiving my messages and just ignoring me, we're gonna have some issues. – S is for Slut

Putting her phone down; she took a sip of her coffee and looked out the window. She watched across the street while a group of friends came laughing out of the movie theater. She smiled as she watched a young couple sneak away from their friends and hide on the other side of the building. The young girl pushed his boyfriend against the wall and kissed him hungrily. Santana smiled. That used to be her and Brittany, unable to keep their hands off each other for more then 10 minutes. There was many times she could remember pushing Brittany against that very wall or vice versa. Santana's phone alerted.

I've got a surprise for you. -B

Santana smiled and raised an eyebrow.

And what would that be? -San :)

That smile better be for me ;) -Q is for Queer

Santana furrowed her eyebrows this time and looked around the coffee shop. When she looked up she saw two bubbly blondes standing by the entrance clearly amused.

"Look who showed up!" Brittany cheered. Both of the blondes linked arms and approached Santana's table. Santana stood up and smiled at Brittany before turning to Quinn and flicking her shoulder.

"Hey! What was that for." Quinn rubbed her shoulder. "That was actually really hard." She chuckled and groaned all at once.

"That's for trying to be sneaky, and not responding to me." Santana huffed and sat back down at the table. Brittany turned around to a nearby table and grabbed a spare chair pulling it up to the small round table. Quinn took the other remaining chair across from Santana.

"Well I'm sorry, it was really a last minute decision." Quinn leaned back in her chair. "What are you doing here all alone anyway?"

"I was waiting to hear back from Brittany and just passing time." Santana glanced over at Brittany. "How did you guys find me?"

"We were walking down the street and saw you through the window." Brittany said beaming. "I ran into Quinn at the park."

"Wait, you were at the park?" Santana's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, I stopped by on the walk home." Brittany chirped innocently.

"On the walk home, what?" Santana said seriously confused.

"Oh.. yeah." Brittany looked over at Quinn before turning her attention back to Santana. "I might have walked to the hospital instead of going inside when you dropped me off. I wasn't ready to see my dad yet." She pouted.

"Britt.." Santana frowned. "Why didn't you just let me take you?"

Quinn cleared her throat. "I think I'm gonna go get some coffee, Britt want anything?"

Brittany looked up at Quinn. "Uh, yeah I'll have a hot chocolate." She smiled. Quinn nodded and stood up, heading toward the counter to place their order. Brittany turned her attention toward the Latina, still waiting for an answer. Brittany sighed.

"To be honest," She looked down at her fingers and started to mess with the loose fabric on her jeans. "I felt like it was to much to ask of you."

"What do you mean?" Santana looked down at Brittany's busied fingers as well.

"Like," Brittany shrugged. "it was really heavy.. you know? I didn't want to burden you with it."

Santana eyes widened at first before softening her expression and putting her hand over Brittany's to steady her movements. Brittany stiffened at Santana's touch before relaxing and welcoming the comfort the brunette was offering.

"Brittany listen," Santana ducked her head to catch the blondes gaze. "I couldn't imagine going though what you're going through right now." The Latina rubbed the pad of her thumb back and forth over the back of Brittany's hand. "All of the emotion of everything going on with your family, and then on top of that your ex girlfriend is along for the ride?" Santana paused. "That's got to be incredibly confusing. But Brittany, I told you already. I'm here to support you and be here for you, comfort you." Santana pouted. "Can't you just let me do that?"

Brittany couldn't hold back her smile and nodded.

"Yes?" Santana questioned.

"Yes." Brittany was beaming now.

"Come here." Santana said stretching at her arms for Brittany to lean into a hug.

"Well geeze, that convo looked intense." Quinn clicked her tongue before setting Brittany's hot chocolate on the table. "I thought I was gonna have to run across the street and grab some popcorn to watch watch it." She chuckled while sitting down.

"I think she wants me to hurt her today." Santana deadpanned.

"No, no Santana." Brittany giggled. "No hurting Quinn today. Be nice."

Santana looked at Quinn and forced a fake smile.

"Oh my god!" Quinn snorted. "And still so whipped!"

"Okay hold me back!" Santana shifted in her chair and Brittany put her arms out on both sides holding both of the girls shoulders. All three girls burst out into laughter.


"You're not staying at your mothers?" Santana's brows furrowed as she focused on the road.

"Oh no no." Quinn shook her head. "I was debating even telling her I was back in town."

"What? Thats horrible." Brittany shook her head in disapproval.

"Don't judge me." Quinn shrugged. "My mother and my's relationship is a little rocky at the moment."

"Well stay at my house then." Santana offered.

"No, no way. I already booked the hotel room and I have some work to catch up on. The peace and quiet will do me some good." Quinn rummaged though her bag to find her wallet.

"Well alright." Santana said shrugging her shoulders.

The rest of the car ride was silent aside from the music playing in the background. Santana pulled up to the hotel's front entrance and put the car in park. "So do you have a car?"

"Nope." Quinn said simply. "Text me in the morning and let me know what your guys plans are." With that Quinn was out of the car and headed toward the hotels front doors.

"Well that was odd." Brittany said watching Quinn walk away.

"Very odd." Santana still looked confused. "Wait, if she doesn't have a car what was she doing near the park?"

Brittany seemed to be thinking about it for the first time. "You know what? I really don't know." She looked up in thought.

They both looked at each other and shrugged before Santana threw the car back into drive.

"So what about you? Are you finally ready to see your dad? Santana asked.

Brittany sighed heavily. "God, I hate myself right now."

"Hey don't say that." Santana reached her hand across the center console and put her hand on Brittany's thigh. They both froze before Santana realized what she had done and quickly withdrew her hand. "I mean, it's okay if you're not."

"I guess I have to face him sooner then later." Brittany breathed out. "Why not now?"

Santana glanced over at Brittany remorsefully before turning her attention back to the road. The car was silent again.

"You should come with me." Brittany said continuing to stare forward.

Santana just smiled.


"Shh" Brittany giggled as she tried to unlock the door.

"Maybe he changed the locks on you." Santana continued to laugh.

"Stop it, I can't focus." Brittany pulled herself together long enough to unlock the door before turning to Santana and winking. "Look, I'm magic."

"All you did was use a key, Britt." Santana chuckled.

"Or did I?" Brittany winked one more time before turning the knob and opening the door.

"God it still smells the same in here." Santana said as she entered the house.

"What did it smell like before?" Brittany questioned.

"I don't know.. like flowers and.." Santana stopped to think. "Fuck, I don't know. It's just it's own smell."

Brittany looked at Santana amused.

"Bunny?" A deep voice came from the kitchen.

Brittany's eyes widened. "Daddy?"

"Britt bunny!" George Pierce appeared out of the kitchen opening and he beelined for his daughter taking her in for a giant hug. He closed his eyes and squeezed her tighter. Santana always loved how tall Brittany was and thought it was cute that the blonde had to stand on her tippy toes to get her arms around her fathers shoulders. He pulled back a little and placed each hand on either side of Brittany's arms to hold her out and get a good look at her.

"Pretty girl." He smiled.

"Hey Daddy." Brittany was beaming. She looked so light, like a huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders just in her fathers reaction.

George glanced up for a second and literally did a double take.

"Why, Santana Lopez." His eyes were wide.

Santana smiled shyly. "Hey Mr. P."

"Get over here squirt." He pulled Brittany in one of his arms and held his free arm out for Santana.

Santana rolled her eyes at the nickname and shuffled over to George.

"My two beautiful girls." He chuckled. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Sorry we showed up so late daddy." Brittany looked at her phone. "Geeze, it's almost 11." She looked up at her father apologetically.

"That's alright, I was just grabbing a glass of water then heading to bed." He couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "Did you just get in?"

Brittany frowned. "Uh, no. I've already been to see mom, and I was gonna stop by home but-"

"But we ran into Quinn and we lost track of time." Santana interrupted.

George smiled at both of them. "Well you two must be exhausted then, get some sleep." He started to head toward the stairs. "We should all go to breakfast in to morning."

"Sure thing Mr. P." Santana gave her most innocent smile.

"Goodnight daddy." Brittany ran up to her father and kissed him off the cheek. He gave her another quick hug before heading up the stairs. "Be good." He yelled before disappearing to his room.

Brittany turned to Santana. "Well that went a little more different then I expected."

"It was so cute B, you brightened his day." Santana smiled warmly.

"I brightened his day?" Brittany said shocked. "Did you see his face when he saw you?"

Santana blushed. "Well I should get going."

"Thank you for that, by the way." Brittany cleared her throat. "For helping me out about the whole running into Quinn think."

Santana nodded. "Yeah I figured he didn't need to know you were struggling to come inside." The brunette winked.

"Are you going to come to breakfast?" Brittany asked hopefully.

"Of course B." Santana grinned.

"Oh my god I still have to go out to the shed." Brittany deadpanned.

"What why?" Santana asked confused.

"I left my bags out there."

"Well jesus Britt, lets go." Santana headed toward the back door.

"You don't have to come." Brittany chuckled.

"You're really going to go out there alone?" Santana turned to Brittany with an amused smirk on her face. Brittany's face dropped. "Didn't think so." Santana laughed.

Santana turned back toward the door and Brittany followed behind her quickly; flipping on the switch to the back porch light.

"Oh my god this shed.." Santana breathed out when the shed came into view.

"So many memories right?" Brittany giggled.

"You have no idea." The brunette shook her head.

"Oh I think I just might." Brittany walked ahead of Santana and unlocked the shed. They both stepped in and Brittany turned on the light, she spotted her bags and grabbed them.

"Got everything?" The brunette questioned.

"Yep." Brittany nodded.

Satisfied, Santana turned to leave.

"Why'd you leave me?" Brittany asked sternly, causing Santana to freeze.

There was silence.

"Just tell me why."