"Why didn't you just leave?"

"I couldn't, I mean, I didn't know when the next time I'd see Santana would be. I couldn't just leave, knowing that she was there. But at the same time, the week before, I thought we were saying our real, final goodbye. I was trying to let go of her completely, And then, bam, seven days later, she's back in Lima. It's hard to let go of something that seems like it's always just within your reach. So I did what I could to keep my distance. I dodged her, and she dodged me. Nothing had changed. We were in the same room, but we were still worlds away from each other," said Brittany.

Quinn looked skeptical,"Come on Brittany, I know things were messed up between you and Santana, but we've all always been friends first, no matter what, and you just ignored us. You can dress it up all you like, but that's what happened."

Brittany nodded, "I am sorry for avoiding you on purpose, that was shitty," She looked remorseful, then shook her head, remembering her anger, "I'm still pissed at you, don't think you can use your Fabray powers of manipulation on me. You hurt me much worse than I hurt you."

"Are you kidding? Remember who your date was at the wedding? My ex-boyfriend?" said Quinn, crafting her counter-argument carefully in her head.

"That is completely different."

"How?"

"You were never in love with him and I never had sex with him," said Brittany impatiently.

Quinn was taken aback, "Really?" She just stood there, very confused. "But you have sex with everyone, it's your thing."

"Well, people change, and I wanted to take things slow. Plus my bed post was running out of notch-space." explained Brittany, shrugging.

"I get taking things slow, but that's like, at a glacial pace. Especially for you two. I mean I think he proposed to me a week into our relationship," said Quinn.

"He does propose to everyone..." said Brittany thoughtfully, "I'm starting to think he's secretly a moron."

"You mean Mormon," corrected Quinn, Brittany just gave her a dubious look.

"So, how long did it take until you got a ring?" asked Quinn, jokingly.

"Just under a month," answered Brittany. "So you still hold the record for fastest proposal," she continued, in deadpan.

They both tried to contain themselves, but began laughing at the ridiculousness of it.

After the giggles subsided, Brittany said, "You know, if someone had asked me how I'd thought the next year of my life would go. I'd never have come up with this. How did we get here, Q?"

Quinn mentally retraced her year: from having an affair with her professor at Yale to her one night stand with Santana. Not to mention all the slaps in between, which she both received and dished out.

"I have no idea, Britt," said Quinn, "At least we still have time to change, and get ourselves to where we want to be. There's actually a quote that I think applies here, 'Nature does not require that we be perfect, it requires only that we grow, and we can do this as well from a mistake as from a success'."

"Wow Quinn," said Brittany,"Who knew college would turn you into an enormous nerd."

"Oh, shut up," said Quinn, feigning annoyance, "I really am sorry for what happened. I never meant to betray our friendship."

"It's okay," started Brittany, then she stopped herself, "Well, in all honesty, it's not. But I think with some time, it could be."

"Thank you. That really does mean a lot. I hope we can move on from this."

{Back in the hallway}

"Ugh, I can't hear anything anymore, now that they've stopped shouting," said Rachel, ear pressed to the door.

"I think they made up..." said Kurt, a little disappointed that the melodrama being played out in his living room was over.

"I guess we should go in," said Rachel, equally bummed.

"Let's wait it out, there could still be more." said Kurt, not ready to give up.

{Back in the loft}

"Do you hear something?" asked Brittany, in a low voice while motioning to the door. Quinn nodded. They walked towards the door and Brittany pulled it open. Kurt and Rachel, who had still been leaning against the front door, came tumbling into the apartment.

"Could you believe we both forgot our keys?" asked Rachel, as she and Kurt got up from the floor. Brittany and Quinn gave them both disapproving looks.

"Really?" said Quinn, "That's what you're going with?"

"Fine, but there was a lesbian love triangle face-off going on in our apartment, what did you expect?" asked Rachel. Brittany nodded thoughtfully, as if considering Rachel's point.

"You know what I think," said Kurt, "I think we could all use a drink."

And the shit show commenced.