Quinn is twisting her ring and you watch her eyes are looking out the window. She lost in her thoughts. The coffee steam swells up and you too let yourself drift. Your thoughts are mangled together, you take a breath and sort through them. It bothers you that your thought linger on Brittany, you feel guilty for slapping her. Twice. Your shoulders drop as you heave a huge sigh. You rub your temples, and it was salt in the wound when Quinn punched her. Part of you feel like she deserved it. The slap not the punch that was uncalled for, but you'll talk to Quinn later about that. The other half believes you did wrong, just last night she told you she would stop at nothing to win your heart. You feel your heart warm at the thought of her trying to win you, when you're pretty sure she already done that. You look at you partner who seems to be having an inner debate as well. Quinn's still twisting away at her ring. Her eyes dart back in forth as if she was reading a something.

"You okay?" You ask and this seems to snap her out of her inner debacle. Her hazel eyes sudden and quick movements slow as her eyes leave the window and look to you.

"Yea just a lot on my mind." She says and flexes her hand her knuckles are red.

"Does it have to do with hitting Pierce?" You question. She shakes her head.

"No, it's happened before." She says quietly.

"Well kinda." She says.

"You hit Brittany before?" She looks at you her hazel eyes betray her.

"Yes." She says, her voice quiet.

"I hit Pierce on many occasion and she too has returned those hits." You shake your head. These two have a past as long and as bad as anything you have ever seen.

"Why? When was the first time you hit her?" Quinn squints at you.

"Why do you wanna know?"
"Because you and Pierce need help and this seems to be the only way to do it. So when was the first time you hit Brittany?" Quinn seems to think.

"I first hit her freshman year. It was to prove a point ot her and someone else. After that her and I's relationship was never the same." She says and her eyes seem to harden.

"What even worse is that I wasn't punished, I didn't get punished till junior year when we got into a fight at school. That was a mistake on my part, because by then she was taller and stronger than me." You watch as her face moves and her eyes are looking to the right and up, as if watching the images playing out in front of her.

"But she not a fighter, she let me win even when she could have bashed my skull in. She only hurts me when I strike her last nerve." Quinn looks at you.

"But with you her fuse is shorter, she fights me more when I tell her to back off." You feel a blush climb up your cheeks.

"What was your point?" You ask and Quinn begins to spin her ring again. A nervous habit.

"I was a cheerleader and to be popular I had to cut my ties to loserdom. Well every cheerleader had to." Quinn says and you watch a little regret seep into her eyes.

"I didn't know how to Brittany and I were close. We were best friends" She says evading saying stepsister.

"You guys are stepsister. I know Brit-Pierce told me." Quinn looks down and nods.

"Right, I didn't want to, the others had no problem. So I planned one of the jocks to do it and say I told him and still be her friend, her sister. One day she came up to me and confronted me about how I should be a bigger person and make the other stop hurting their friends. The head cheerleader was at her locker across from mine heard it and she turned to look at me." You see Quinn eyes drift to look at her hands.

"I begged her to stop. Then she called me pathetic and I got angry told her to keep her nose in her own business. Then she said my business is her business we're sister." Quinn says her voice wavering a little.

"A crowd was building and I knew that if I let her get away I would be a loser. So I just swung and closed my eyes and I hit her. A teacher appeared and Pierce told them we were just bickering and they along with the crowd left. She looked at me and instead of staying with her I walked away with the other cheerleaders." Quinn looks at her eye glaze over with unshed tears.

"From then on weren't sister, weren't friends, we grew apart and here we are now. Sometimes I wish I never hit at her." Quinn looks at you.

"You did it to be popular. You ruined the relationship you have with your sister to be popular." You say and take a deep breath. You feel bad for Quinn and worse for Brittany who is a matter of seconds lost her best friend and sister.

"I feel stupid for doing it."

"You should." You say and Quinn eyes shift down again.

"Sorry." You say and she shakes her head.

"No you're right, I should."

"I can fix this." You say and she looks at you.

"No, you can't and you won't." You seem surprised by her command.

"And why can't I?" She looks at you.

"You can't because this isn't your thing to fix. I have tried to fix this relationship for years and every time I try something happens or one of us gets to thick head for the other." Quinn says.

"Pierce and I are not meant to reconcile. No matter how much either of us want it." You feel your heart drop and watch as Quinn stands and pays for her meal and your coffee. You will fix the Fabray-Pierce family even if it kills you.

"Listen Santana, I know it's in your blood to want to help, to need to, but please don't do it." She says walking away. You sigh stand and follow her out.

"Quinn," You say she nod her head to allow you to know she listening.

"I'll try not to." You say and look down. You're a doer and as you uncross your fingers from behind your back this is one promise you will not keep. You hop in the car and Quinn seems to be back to her normal self not the broken sad girl who misses her sister.

You watch as the sunsets, it been an easy day, with patrolling the streets and learning more about your partner. You notice Quinn trying everything in her power to keep Brittany out if the conversation. You learned that Quinn's dad was an alcoholic, strict christian who frowned upon gays but didn't think much of adultery. He never hit her mother or her. And Quinn said when she was little she felt safest in his arms and how quickly that changed. Her mother was caring and kind, but drank a lot as well in till of course she met Brittany dad.

"You ready to head back our shift is over." Quinn says and you nod and slide off the back of the car and walk to your side of the car. She looks at you and starts the engine.

"Let's go."

You walk back to your car dressed in your normal clothes. You hear shoes and again the strong scent of smoke greets your nose. Brittany appears next to you.

"I have a peace offering and an apology." She says you turn next to her, you see a black eye has already formed. She holding a box of doughnuts and a two coffees in a cup holder. You laugh.

"Really." You say with a laugh. She smiles and nod.

"I'll take a coffee, but pass on the doughnuts I'm good." You sit in the hood of the car and pat next to you and she sits down.

"So this is you peace offering and apology?" She shakes her head.

"No, this is a peace offering, this is the apology." She lets a long whistle. You hear the jingling of a collar. Pongo appears with a bouquet of flowers in his mouth.

"Lilies?" You ask and she shrugs.

"There the lesbians of flowers." You smile shyly and Pongo sits and you pet his head.

"I'm sorry for being a dick and had I known you hate being laughed at that-" You cut her off by grabbing her shirt collar and pull her into a kiss. She surprised and it takes a second for her to respond, but when she does you see fireworks flash behind your eyes. Her fingers dig into your hips.

"I'm sorry too. I was mad and over reacted. I tended to do that a lot." You pull away. The bell across the street goes off. Brittany stands and looks at you. She has to go but she doesn't want to you can tell.

"We need to talk." She says and you nod as she runs across the street, Pongo following close behind. You watch as the firetruck pulls out, and there she is hanging on to the back. A smile on her face which can only be assume is reflected on yours. There a warm feeling that sits in your chest as the truck rushes away. Then is all slips away. You broke your promise, you don't know how to feel. You get in to your car and sit there. Quinn will never know because it never happened your eyes drift over to the lilies next to you. The question makes you want to throw up. Having to pick between Quinn your partner, your back up or Brittany a firefighter who you have a minor (major) on crush. You sigh and drive home. You watch the road as you try to chose.

When you get home you fall into the bed after taking some pain killers. You lay in bed as Bandit cuddles in to you. You saw Mercedes passed out on the couch and left her.

"Quinn." You say. You chose Quinn because there will be other girls and hopefully Quinn will be your partner for a while. After that slightly sleep comes easier to you. Key word is slightly.

Mercedes POV

You wake up the room is dark and your back hurts from sleeping on the couch. You sit up and notice a bouquet of lilies. You have no idea where they came from. You notice fire girls sweater is sitting nicely fold next to it. You can only assume she gave them to Santana. You read the card and it reads

I can see clearly now the rain is gone.

You snort at the cheesiness of it, and you feel kinda jealous of Santana, she found someone willingly to make a fool of them self for her. You want that, you roll your eyes at walk to your bedroom and pass out.