Planning for Brittany's return took over Santana's life. Everything had to be absolutely perfect. She had a hard time paying attention in class. Most of the time she'd stare at Brittany's empty seat and then in glee she just sort of mumbled the words and shuffled around the choreography.

Mr. Schue finally decided to confront Santana on her absentness on Tuesday at the end of glee. "Santana, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Santana sighed and walked over to Mr. Schue.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "You've been really…out of it lately."

"Sorry," Santana replied, hurriedly. She had places to be and standing right here was counterproductive. "It won't happen again." She started to walk away.

"Are you sure?" He asked, "Does this have anything to do with Brittany's absence?"

Santana froze and slowly turned back around, "Yeah, but I don't wanna talk about it." With that, she walked out of the choir room.

Rachel walked into her room and looked at Quinn, "Uh can I talk to you for a minute?"

The blonde nodded and allowed Rachel to pull her out of the room and down the stairs. "Rachel what's going on?"

Rachel turned around on the heel and whispered, "Brittany's not coming back alone."

"What?" Quinn asked, "Is her dad coming or something?"

"She's bringing a friend," the diva stated, "She's going to look at colleges while she's here with Brittany, but I think it kinda derails Santana's plan of a perfect day alone with her. Brittany said that when she gets back she's taking her friend to Ohio State and then her friend is going to go to be in and out of Lima for two weeks."

"Santana's going to kill her," Quinn glanced up the stairs to see if the Cheerio in question was listening in. When she confirmed that Santana wasn't eavesdropping, Quinn took a deep breath, "Well, I guess we have to tell her."

They both slowly walked up the stairs, not wanting to have to tell Santana the news. When they got back to Rachel's room, Santana studied to two girls that were nervously looking at her. After a beat, Santana asked, "What's going on?"

Quinn elbowed Rachel who frown and elbowed her back. Quinn took a step back and behind Rachel before saying, "Brittany is bringing a friend back from her the Netherlands and Brittany is taking her to Ohio State from the airport."

Santana's face fell, and less visibly, her heart fell. She fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "How long does it take to get to Ohio State?"

Puck shrugged, "Hour and a half."

"Shit," Santana hissed. Then after some more unsettling silence Santana sat up, "It looks like I'm driving to Ohio State." Then she looked at Puck, "And you're going with me."

"Why?" Puck asked, although he didn't object. He hadn't skipped school in almost a month and was starting to feel like a nerd. Plus, he would love to spend a couple hours with Brittany and even Santana.

"Because I need you to distract that girl that's coming home with B," Santana stated, standing from the bed. She started pacing the room while Quinn and Rachel sat down.

Puck let out his smuggest smirk, "I can definitely do that."

The silence fell over them again. Santana was so deep in her own head she probably didn't notice. However Puck leaned off of the bed and turned the radio in Rachel's room on. "It's too damn quiet in here."

"Why don't you sing her a song? "Rachel suggested, "At the party? I mean if someone confessed their feelings to me through song in the room full of people, I'd melt."

"Cause you're a chick," Puck rolled his eyes.

"So is Brittany," She quipped back.

The only male in the room shook his head, "Well it's stupid. One song shouldn't make you want to put out for every guy in homeroom."

"One song doesn't do that!" Rachel's voice raised an octave, "And I have never put out."

He smirked, "So you didn't really lose it to St. Jerk."

Rachel huffed, "Of course not. It wasn't right. I couldn't feel the spark."

"Babe I always feel the spark," Puck grinned and laid down on the bed with his hands behind his head, "And girls always feel the spark with me."

"Please," Santana rolled her eyes, "I was imagining Brittany every time we were having sex. Anyway, this is a stupid conversation. What's this friend's name anyway?"

Rachel looked over at Quinn, "I don't remember."

"Schuyler," Quinn replied immediately.

Puck looked at Quinn, "Did you imagine anyone else while we were doing it?"

The ex-Cheerio look appalled at the question and didn't dignify the question with an answer. Instead she looked at Santana, "So are you going to do the song?"

The Cheerio nodded immediately, "I have to do everything I can."

"Alright," Rachel stood up, "I'd say music is my forte so unless you know the perfect song, I'd say we have to look for the perfect song."

"Whatever it takes," Santana sunk down onto the bed.

That night, after sitting with the three most supportive friends she'd ever had besides Brittany, Santana called her mom to tell her she was staying at Rachel's because they were going to study late.

After Quinn and Puck left, Rachel gave a reassuring smile to Santana as they walked up the stairs, "It'll all work out. The party's ready. Quinn and I will take care of anything else that needs to be done. All you have to do is be yourself and be civil to Brittany's friend until you drop her off in Columbus. And you have that song down."

"Thanks," Santana nodded, but she really wasn't assured by a recap of her time that was spent that afternoon. "I'm gonna head to bed. I have a big day tomorrow."

Rachel nodded understandingly, "See you tomorrow."

Santana slipped into Brittany's room and closed the door, the only light coming from the street lamp on the street below. She silently stripped out of her clothes and padded to the bed. For a brief second after she slid under the covers, Santana could feel Brittany all around her. It didn't help that the whole bed smelled like her best friend. It also didn't help that she'd spent many a night in this bed cuddled up with the blonde. It took a while, but eventually she was able to slip into a shallow sleep.