R: "SAN! Brittany is here to see you! ….Again…!"
S: "Oh fucking christ it's like a lesbian nightma- ooooh wow hey Brittany. Rachel let you in. Already. Thank you dear for doing that."
R: "Mmmhm. I'm going to go up to our bedroom. That we share every night. And have outrageous sex together on the regular in. You two have fun."
S: "Traitor… Brittany, hi…"
B: "Does Rachel still have you under her Gremlin spell? Quinn says she found a book to help with that."
S: "Britt, the book Quinn was referring to was a legal dictionary concerning divorce court proceedings. And bitch best back up or I'ma find that guy who was trying to sue her and take his case back. Now what are you doing here Brittany? I told you that this had to stop."
B: "San… Rachel is cute and stuff. I guess. But come on… You can't even say it's because she's smarter than me. Or more talented. But everyone already knew that. I don't see why we just can't be together forever like we planned. I mean, it's just Rachel."
S: "Because what we planned was all wrong, Brittany. We, you and I, what we had wasn't good, for either of us. What I have with Rachel is amazing. Why can't you just see that? It's not about talent or intelligence at all because those are both non issues. It's not a contest. It just is what it is."
B: "I think you're making a mistake, S. I think you want really badly to be happy, and you can pretend with Rachel, and she's okay with letting you pretend because she knows she'd be an old spinster otherwise. But she'll never compare to what we had. And she'll never know you like I do. Not completely. I'll always have 18 more years of Santana knowledge than she will. And-"
S: "Goddamnit Brittany just stop! Stop talking and listen to me and listen to me fucking carefully because this is the last time I'm saying this! You're right, Rachel and I don't have what you and I had, we have more. We have more of everything. We have understanding and passion and love. We build each other up and we make each other perfect dammit! You and I made each other miserable half the time and you know it! You might have been first but Rachel...Rachel is better. She's better because if the tables were turned she wouldn't...s-she wouldn't be standing here making me feel like absolute shit right now!"
B: "Because she wouldn't love you enough to try and make you see the truth. But fine. I'll leave for now. But I know that we belong together. And I think you know it, too. ...Bye, San. I'll see you around…"
R: "... ...Santana… Are you- Oh… sweetie… What happened…?"
S: "I-I just got so damn pissed off and I yelled and she just made me feel even shittier and she fucking started crying, fuck!"
R: "Shhhhh… Let's go upstairs, okay? How about I draw us a hot bath, and you can hold me for awhile. How does that sound?"
S: "Please. Fuck I'm so sorry this shit keeps following us, Rach. How did she even get our address? Jesus if she has it that mean Quinn has it too."
R: "I'm sure we'll know soon enough. Most likely by tomorrow morning. And don't apologize. It's not your fault in the least. Let's just relax in our new jacuzzi tub and pretend for awhile that we're still in Maine and our biggest concern is what order we'll eat, sleep, and have sex in."
S: "Love you Rach."
R: "Love you, too, Santana. Now carry me, please. I ran down here when I heard the door slam and I think I strained my ankle."
S: "You got it, Babe."
