Summary: Santana can remember things that have never happened to her. Things that have happened to other people. Things like war. Or love. Or terror. How will she react when Brittany is in danger and she realises that everything she knew was a lie?

A.N. Thanks again to Cyan55 (who wasn't logged in when reviewing, so if you didn't get my reply, sorry), Stoic Last Stand, vieledgreyskies and Rosetoast for reviewing! And to BiaSilveira for the message :)

I couldn't PM Rosetoast, so here's your reply: Thank you! I try to make it different :P What about the memory did you want explained? It's two random people…the first nice memory we have seen, I believe :D I can't really think of anything to say about it :)

Oh, and thanks to elfypelfy (I believe) or themagicalway (on tumblr) for the fanart of Rico Lopez! :)

Massive thanks to my Beta vieledgreyskies for fixing everything and making me sound less common ;)

Chapter 10

Walking out of the locker room, I held the door open for Brittany as she followed behind me. It was the end of the day, and everyone else had left, as Brittany and I had taken our time packing all of the equipment away and showering.

"Thanks," she smiled, as she linked her arm with mine, and pulled me in the direction of the car park.

"No problem."

"So, I was thinking; we should totally have a double sleepover round my house," seeing my questioning look, she added "if you sleep over tonight, we can spend all day tomorrow with each other and we won't have to worry about fitting everything in."

"Sounds good," I grinned, as we reached my car and I unlocked it. We were standing outside of my car on our respective sides, talking over the top'. "I'll have to pop home first, to get my stuff. I can drop you off, then go get my clothes."

"I don't mind going with you. I don't believe I've seen your house yet, actually," she smiled, to show that she was joking.

Shrugging, I tried to think of a way to put her off, and I slowly said "You should come round another time, when I can show you around properly. I'll be rushing, and won't have time to show you everything."

"Don't be silly," she tilted her head to the side, "you don't have to rush. But okay, I have stuff to do before we can hang out anyway."

I smiled in relief and opened my door as Brittany did the same, shutting them after us and buckling up.

"Great. But I'll be quick anyway; it's not like I have to do anything else at home, other than get some clothes."

She smiled at me as I started driving with just the music on in the background. I found that we regularly sat together in silence, but it wasn't awkward at all; I felt completely comfortable around her and enjoyed the peaceful security of being able to sit with her and not have to think of any small talk.

I pulled up outside her house and she jumped out of the car, turning to me before she shut the door to say "I'll see you in a minute!" before bouncing off into her house excitedly.

I let out a small chuckle at her enthusiasm as I pulled away and drove to my house, thinking about her request. We were hanging out a lot lately and have had a few sleepovers, but I thought it was a little weird that she wanted me to sleep over on a Friday. She usually liked to do her homework and everything then, so that she had the rest of the weekend to do what she wanted.

I was glad she had suggested it though, as I didn't want to spend any extra time at home than I had to, so it provided me with the escape I so desperately craved.

Plus, you know, it's not like I hated her company or anything.

I pulled up to my house and left the car idling as I got out and ran up to the door, not anticipating being long enough for it to matter.

I ran up to my room and packed my bag, putting a few different outfit choices in there, as I didn't know what she had planned for tomorrow. I exited my room and made my way to the front door, when my name was called from the kitchen.

I walked to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, smiling as Anna turned to look at me.

Spotting the bag over my shoulder she asked softly "where are you going?"

"To my friend's house – Brittany's. I'm sleeping over there tonight and tomorrow. Sorry I forgot to tell you; I don't want you cooking any more food than you have to."

"Nonsense. I have to cook it anyway, and we know that Ricardo will eat any left over food," she laughed.

I pursed my lips and nodded, but didn't say anything, knowing that she would see through anything I had to say about him.

I viewed and treated Anna as my mom, and she always said that I was like a daughter to her. My family treated her like part of the furniture rather than an actual human and issued commands whenever she was in the same room as them, but we'd always had a different relationship.

When I had pulled away from everyone, she was there and really worried for me, always caring for me and never letting me push her away. She would question me, but always knew when to stop, and so I had reserved one spot in my defences for her. She could always tell when I was lying, or if there was something wrong.

I was worried that she would know by my reactions that something had happened with Rico, but I also wondered if she already knew. As I said, my family treated her like furniture and ignored her when they weren't ordering her around. So she had probably heard and seen things that she wasn't meant to.

My brow creased slightly, but she continued the conversation. "I haven't seen this Brittany; you'll have to bring her round sometime. God knows, if she manages to get you to smile like that, she has to be something special."

I felt myself flushing and let my hair cover my face, before smiling. "I don't know what you mean."

"Of course you don't," she laughed. "You better get going anyway, I can see you're impatient to leave."

"Thanks Anna. I'll see you later, okay?"

She nodded and waved goodbye, before getting back to making the food. "Make sure to eat some of that yourself," I said as I walked out of the kitchen, looking over my shoulder to see her laughing in my direction.

I threw my bag in the passenger's seat and drove off, back to Brittany's house. I got there in no time and parked in the driveway, shouldering my bag as I walked up to the door and knocked on it.

There was no answer, so I raised my fist to knock again, when I did, the door opened and Quinn was standing right in front of me. She looked as surprised as I felt in that moment, I even stepped back to check that I had the right house, although I knew that was ridiculous as I'd be able to find Brittany's house in my sleep.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I could ask you the same question," she said, eyeing my bag.

I started to talk, when Brittany called out "thanks for getting the door, Quinn. Let her in."

She stepped back and I entered, closing the door behind me as Brittany rounded the corner towards us.

"I'm so glad you're both here!" she smiled. "Let's get your stuff upstairs, then we can get on with the sleepover.

"Quinn's staying tonight, as well?"

"Of course! I thought it would be nice for the three of us to hang out and get to know each other better. We're all in Cheerios and Glee Club, so it makes sense to all hang out." Her eyes were flickering between both of us and her smile was slowly falling from her face. "Should I not have done this? I just thought it would be nice to all hang out."

I looked at Quinn and she smiled at me before answering "no, I think it's a great idea! I'm working with Santana on our assignment in Glee, so I should probably get to know her better, so I don't get hit if I choose the wrong song." She laughed to show she was joking and Brittany giggled.

She looked at me questioningly, her expression hopeful. "Yeah, Quinn's right. And if you want to hang out with other people, I guess she's the next best one."

Quinn just laughed and said "and that – coming from Santana – is a major compliment, so I'll happily accept it."

I ran upstairs and into Brittany's room, dropping my bag on the floor by her door, before jogging back down again and going into the kitchen, where I knew they were stocking up on junk food.

Sure enough, a few bottles of fizzy drink were placed on the counter, and Brittany was rummaging through the cupboards as Quinn watched and took the food offered, seemingly uncomfortable with going through someone else's food. I would have been, if I hadn't been encouraged to do so by all of Brittany's family members, every time I was around their house. Which was a lot.

At Brittany's request, I opened the sweet drawer and pulled out a lot of random bags, unsure of what Quinn liked, and placed them next to the drinks.

Brittany quickly finished, and we observed the pile of food.

Shaking my head, I told her "there's no way we're going to eat all of this."

"Maybe not, but it's better to be safe than sorry," she grinned. "We can just put back what we don't eat. Let's get it all up to my room now."

We piled our arms with food and drinks, it all balanced on top of each other and almost falling off whenever we moved. I took the lead, moving carefully up the stairs and into her room, dropping it all on the middle of the bed and moving back for Brittany and Quinn to do the same.

They did so, and Quinn put the drinks on the floor next to the bed, then Brittany sprung up onto the pillows, settling in and grinning at us. I stayed stood off by the side with my hands clasped in front of me, unsure of what we were going to do, then looked around and sat in the computer chair.

Brittany looked at me, "what are you doing?"

"Sitting down?"

"Yeah, but sit over here," she patted a space on the bed next to her. "You too, Quinn."

Quinn smiled and perched on the edge, but with Brittany's beckoning she shuffled into the middle more. I stood up and crawled onto the end of the bed, opposite of where Brittany was sat.

Brittany beamed at us, and then started talking, slightly easing the awkwardness I felt; the whole thing still felt a little forced to me, as I wasn't used to hanging around with anyone other than Brittany in my spare time. Brittany seemed to be enjoying it though, and made it seem effortless – including both Quinn and I in the conversation.

Quinn seemed to feel right at home as she laughed with Brittany and settled more into the bed. She was still worried about being polite though, as I spotted her eyeing a bag of sweets in the pile, but not moving to take them, even after the countless times Brittany had told her to eat what she wanted.

"Oh, for goodness' sake, Quinn; just take the food," I leant over and grabbed the bag that she was looking at before throwing it at her face. She was lucky that she had caught it in time, and sent me a glare, but placed the bag on her lap, not opening it.

"San," Brittany cautioned, looking between us. I raised my hands in defence and sat back. "You can eat them though, Quinn."

"I'm fine, it's alright. Thanks though."

Brittany plucked the bag from her lap and opened them, before giving them back to her, saying "there; they're open now, and I don't want them going to waste, so you have to eat them."

Quinn laughed and muttered a thanks, while Brittany winked at her.

Quinn offered the bag to both of us as she asked, "so, do you have any hobbies?"

Declining the offer, Brittany said "well, I obviously like to dance. I like pretty much every type of dance. And motocross."

"Motocross?" I asked, surprised. "Like, motorbikes, and racing?"

She nodded "yeah, I've been to a few competitions. I'd like to think I'm fairly good."

I made an impressed noise in the back of my throat, and she asked us the same question.

I shook my head in answer and as Quinn spoke I nodded along, to show that I agreed with what she was saying. "Nope. I wouldn't even say dancing is a hobby, really. I mean, I do cheerleading, but it's not like I do it because I like dancing."

"Why do you do it, then?" Brittany looked genuinely confused.

Quinn looked to me for support, so I answered her slowly. "We like the…privileges that come along with cheerleading."

Brittany seemed to think about this for a bit, before simply nodding. "You're both good at singing though – you can't tell me you're in Glee Club for the privileges."

I bit my lip and looked at the bed spread, lightly tracing the pattern with my eyes. It was silent for a couple of seconds, but I let Quinn answer, knowing that she would have a better one than me. Everyone thought that I was forced to join anyway, so they most likely weren't even expecting me to answer.

"Glee Club's great." I could hear the smile in her voice, and looked up to see a small grin on her face – one that I hadn't seen on her before. "I guess…" she hesitated and looked at me, seemingly worried, before she continued with an encouraging smile from Brittany. "We're all really close, and it's not just because of the singing that I'm still in it. The people are like a family to me now. Probably better than-" she suddenly stopped talking and looked away, shrugging and refusing to say any more.

I looked at her curiously, and wondered what she was about to say. I didn't really know too much about her, but I knew that her parents were regarded in pretty high standing in the community and seemed to be busy and away from home a lot, much like my own. I'd say that her family were much more legal than my own though.

Brittany smiled sadly, seeming to be thinking along the same lines as I was, and reached out to place her hand on Quinn's knee. She looked down at the hand providing her comfort, but didn't do anything about it. I thought that I could see a small smile curving at the edges of her lips though.

Brittany removed her hand, and said "well, since you two are at the top of the social ladder in school, you must know all the gossip. What's the latest? Or, y'know, anything, as I don't really know anything about anyone at the moment."

Quinn smiled slightly, but still looked down after that conversation, so I gasped "Britt! I never thought you were the type to gossip. I don't know if Quinn and I can hang out here anymore, after hearing that vital piece of information. I mean, do you not know us at all – me and Quinn gossip? Never!"

"Well darnit, if we're not going to be friends anymore, I guess I can't find anything really gossip-worthy about you two. I'll have to resort to Mercedes and Tina."

I clasped a hand to my heart as I said "I feel so used right now. But I guess I shouldn't feel guilty then, that the real reason I wanted to sleep over was to eat all of your deliciously unhealthy food. And, you know, to steal all of your dance moves.

Quinn let a smile take over her face as she replied "You should feel relieved that Brittany let you stay over then; your dance moves really could do with an improvement. Plus, I have to say, this is the best selection of candy I have ever seen. You could open up your own sweet shop with this."

Brittany shrugged and laughed "it's mainly my sister's sweets. But that's okay, she never notices when I steal them anyway, and if she does I can just replace them. But we usually just strike up a deal instead; like, I'll let her use my computer for a few hours, if she lets me eat some of her sweets." Seeing our raised eyebrows she said "it works!"

"I'm surprised," I remarked, "she seems to really enjoy her junk food."

Brittany laughed and said "she loves you so much, since you bought kebabs for us; she never stops asking when you're going to be over."

I smirked and shrugged at her, raising my eyebrow, and receiving a chocolate bar thrown at my face in return. "Don't be so cocky!" Brittany laughed.

"Okay, okay! Right," I stood up off the bed, "I'm going to the bathroom; don't miss me too much."

Brittany nodded and sat back against the headboard, turning to Quinn as I exited the room and starting up another conversation.

I smiled as I walked, and wondered how this had happened. When I had first found out that Quinn was staying the night as well, I didn't think it was the best idea ever, as we hadn't had a proper conversation outside of school before, and I thought that it would be too late now. I was pleasantly surprised, though, that the initial awkwardness had disappeared, and the conversation managed to flow smoothly.

I had no doubt that it was Brittany's influence, but I was still fairly proud that I managed to get on with someone else without wanting to kill either them or myself.

Their bathroom was downstairs, and I had to pass the living room to get to it, so I paused briefly to say hello to her family. Her mum had came upstairs earlier and asked if we wanted any food, but Brittany said that we were fine with snacks, but we'd get something later if we wanted it.

I used the toilet quickly and then ran back upstairs, the carpet blanketing my footfalls. As I walked to Brittany's room, I heard Brittany and Quinn's low voices and slowed down, wondering why they sounded serious, and like they were trying not to be overheard.

Hearing Quinn speak my name, I stopped just before the doorway and listened intently to what was being said.

"No, I mean…I've never seen her act like this before. And sure, we're not actually friends, so I maybe wouldn't get the chance to be around her and the people she likes at the same time. But that's my point; I'm not her friend. And not for lack of trying. I've known her since we were little, and I guess you could say we were friends then, but every little kid is, right? But in high school, more notably, she wasn't friends with anyone. So I've known her for that long and have never managed to get her act like that, yet you're here for three weeks, and…"

"I don't understand; are you saying that it's a bad thing?"

"No, god no," Quinn exclaimed. "Anything that makes her act like this is good. You're good for her, Brittany, I just don't know how you do it. Everyone likes you – you should hear what the girls on the squad say – but she seems to like you more than them put together."

I felt my eyes widen, and took in a deep breath, hoping Brittany wouldn't say anything to make her any more suspicious than she already was.

"I don't think she does. I just think that if what you're saying is right, that it's more obvious, and feels like more, because she doesn't act like that with anyone else."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Quinn murmured. "Just don't hurt her. I know that it sounds weird, especially when I'm sure people have warned you against her, rather than the other way around, but you have to be careful. Just because I'm not friends with her, doesn't mean that I don't know her. I reached out to her enough times to learn some things about her. I don't blame her for not accepting my friendship – she has a hard time opening up to people enough to let them in and be vulnerable. She wasn't even like this with her boyfriends; I've heard them talking, and she didn't do any of the emotional stuff, didn't act affectionate or caring."

I felt myself flush, but narrowed my eyes in anger, wondering who she thought she was to tell Brittany that. That was no one's business, and I didn't want Brittany to think so little of me. Quinn continued before I could think anymore, "so just, for her to have let you in and accepted you this much already is important, and I don't want anything to happen to that. I can tell that she is happy being friends with you and if something happened to jeopardise that, she would be devastated."

"Thank you. I understand that and think it's lovely that Santana has a friend to look out for her." I heard Quinn make a noise, but Brittany quickly cut over her "you are her friend, Quinn. Someone who cares that much to look out for her, especially when she hasn't done so for you, is more than an acquaintance."

I felt weird that they were talking about me behind my back, but I was reassured that it was out of kindness. I had never realised just how much Quinn wanted my friendship; every offer of kindness I was presented with I always ignored and just swept under the carpet, convincing myself that they had some ulterior motive. Which most of them probably did, wanting my protection, and some social standing of their own. Quinn would have had nothing to gain from it though, as she was just as important and respected as me; probably more so.

Thinking back on all the times that Quinn had extended her hand in an offer of friendship made me feel guilty, recalling how I practically laughed in her face and kept her away from me. It's true that I respected her, but I never did anything to change that respect to something more, even when she kept presenting the opportunities.

I heard some movement and rustling of bags, then some murmuring. Looking around the corner I saw Brittany and Quinn in the middle of the bed, just pulling out of a hug. Walking into the room, I knocked my hand against the door on purpose, so they knew that I was there and made my way over to the bed.

"Hi!" Brittany chirped, sitting back against the bed and smiling at me.

"Hey," I smiled, perching back in my space on the bed, and shot my smile at Quinn as well. I wanted to try and make up for all of the times that I ignored her and there was no better time than the present.

Quinn looked a little surprised, but smiled back and murmured a "hey," in return.

"So, what are we doing now?" I asked, looking between Brittany and Quinn.

"What do you want to do?" Brittany asked

"It's your house," Quinn shrugged.

"And you're the guests."

I looked around, and my eyes fell on her DVD collection. "How about a film?"

Brittany bobbed her head, and looked at Quinn for an answer. "Uh, sure." Brittany raised an eyebrow at her and smiled slightly. "What?" She asked self-consciously.

I piped in "choose the film." She shook her head, and I told her "me and Brittany have watched films here before, and had a chance to choose, so now you get to."

She stood up and walked over to the DVDs, while Brittany and I cleared the bed of the food, sweeping it onto the floor either side, and just leaving a few things out for us to eat when we were watching the movie.

"Is there a particular genre you want? Or any you definitely don't want to watch?"

I looked at Brittany and she shook her head, so I said "nope," and sat back against the headboard, next to Brittany.

Quinn chose the movie she wanted, so Brittany stood up and set it all up, turning the light off and getting in the middle of the bed, so Quinn was sat on her left, and me on her right.

Quinn had chosen a romantic comedy, and it was one that none of us had seen before, so we were laughing through all of it. We commented on things now and then, but spent most of the movie in silence, other than the laughter. When it ended we just sat there, relaxing in the silence.

After a few minutes Brittany came to life and patted both of our legs gently, saying "come on, let's get ready for bed."

She jumped up and started clearing the food away, so with a groan I followed suit nudging Quinn, who mumbled something. Looking to her, I realised that she was sleeping, and smiled at the position she was in; cuddling one of Brittany's stuffed toys.

"Britt, look," I nodded to Quinn, and she laughed lightly.

"We should probably wake her up. I hate when I don't clean my teeth before I got to bed – I feel all gross when I wake up."

I hummed my agreement, making my way to the other side of the bed, crouching down in front of her and whispering her name. I had briefly considered the idea of throwing some water on her, or doing something equally annoying to wake her up, but then remembered that I wanted to be nicer to her.

She didn't respond, so I lightly shook her shoulder, and she scrunched her face up, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "Quinn, get up," I whispered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up, and I told her "we're getting ready for bed now, we thought that you'd want to clean your teeth and change your clothes."

She nodded and murmured a barely unintelligible "thanks," getting up from the bed and sluggishly walking to the bathroom, grabbing her bag on the way.

Collecting the sweets on the floor by me, I stood up "do you want these back downstairs?"

She nodded and picked up the food next to her, then walked out the door to the kitchen, with me following her. All of the lights were off, so we were careful not to make any noise and bump into anything.

Putting the food from her arms back in the right places, Brittany asked me "you didn't mind about Quinn staying tonight as well, did you?"

I shook my head, as I did the same. "No. She's cool and I want to get to know her better. You gave me the push I needed," I smiled.

She nodded, and said nothing else as she walked back upstairs when I was finished cleaning it all up. Quinn appeared from behind me on the stairs, I jumped before I realised who she was.

A burst of laughter escaped her lips before she could control it and she clasped a hand to her mouth, stopping any more noise from escaping. I scowled at her, but didn't say anything as I followed Brittany into her room and grabbed my clothes, quickly leaving again to get ready for bed.

When I returned to the room, Brittany brushed past me, already changed, so presumably she just wanted to use the bathroom. I folded my clothes up, and placed them in my bag, turning to face Quinn, who was looking at the bed.

"I didn't bring a sleeping bag or anything," she frowned.

"Neither did I."

"Maybe Brittany has a spare one."

"Yeah," I nodded.

Brittany walked into the room then and saw us looking at the bed. "What's up?"

"We forgot our sleeping bags – where are we going to sleep?" I asked.

"In the bed," she said, in a 'duh' tone.

"But there's three of us."

"So? We'll fit there; it's big enough."

I looked at Quinn, and she raised an eyebrow, looking a little worried. Brittany turned the light off and crawled into the middle of the bed, saying "I don't have anywhere else for you to sleep, sorry, unless you want the floor." She shrugged and looked genuinely apologetic.

Sighing, I walked over to the side I was sat on earlier and got under the covers, looking at Quinn to see her do the same thing.

Brittany smiled at both of us and let out a "night," as she laid back against the pillows.

Quinn and I answered at the same time, turning around, I closed my eyes, allowing sleep to overtake me.

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