Author's Note: Hi, guys! Back with a new chapter. :) So I got a lot of questions/complaints about the last chapter, which is fine, but please log in to your accounts when you ask questions or voice your complaints in your reviews. Because I do have answers for you, and I would be more than happy to answer them through PMs. To everyone who thinks there's no way to "fix" this Quinntana problem, why would you ever think that? There are very little things in this world that are unfixable, especially in the world of fiction. Have faith, my friends, and enjoy!

17:45

"How was it, Brittany?" Rachel asked excitedly.

Brittany sighed and rolled her eyes. "Bad."

"Why?" Rachel asked softly, placing a hand on Brittany's arm.

"Do you remember a girl named Quinn?"

"Yeah," Rachel said immediately. "I met her on the same flight as Santana."

"Oh." Brittany pursed her lips as she tried to remember what happened on that flight two years ago. Quinn did look familiar, but she sees so many passengers every day, trying to remember one from two years ago was a little difficult.

"What about it, Britt?"

"She's with Santana," Brittany explained.

"What?"

"Yeah," Brittany said with a shrug.

"Wow…"

When Rachel noticed the weird look Brittany shot her, she immediately dropped the shock from her face and rubbed Brittany's arm soothingly. "I'm sorry," Rachel said.

"Me, too," Brittany sighed. "She's pretty, too," Brittany added quietly.

"Yeah," Rachel replied.

Brittany stopped drowning in her own sorrow for a moment to glance questioningly at Rachel. "How do you remember her, Rachel? This was two years ago."

"We talked," Rachel said simply.

"Rachel…," Brittany said suspiciously.

"Fine," Rachel said with a roll of her eyes, "we may have talked a few times."

"Huh."

"Nothing happened with her," Rachel said quickly as Brittany squinted her eyes accusingly at her. "We just kind of got along."

"Well, this sucks, but, whatever. I'll get over it."

"Of course you will," Rachel said with a small smile. "You've been fine these two years, haven't you?"

Brittany grinned. "Why, yes, I have."

Rachel and Brittany exchanged knowing looks. After all, Brittany wasn't exactly known for her prudishness.

"It's just," Brittany started saying as she furrowed her eyebrows thoughtfully. "It was different, you know?"

"Uh huh."

"I mean, I had never met anyone like her."

18:15

Turns out, Brittany couldn't get over it.

Especially not with Santana smiling and giggling like that. Did she ever mention how Santana was ten times more beautiful when she was happy? And she seemed happy now. And a ten times more beautiful Santana is an outrageous amount of beautiful.

As Brittany made her way down the aisle, she kept stealing glances at Santana. She couldn't decide if her heart wanted to burst at seeing Santana's smiling face or if it wanted to crumple at seeing that Quinn was the reason for that endearing laugh.

Either way, she was nearing Santana's row, and she had to control herself. "Hi," Brittany chirped, sending a warm smile Santana's way, "would you like to have your meals now?"

Santana turned away from her conversation with Quinn to smile back at Brittany. "Yes, please," she said pleasantly. Turning back to Quinn, she tilted her head and asked, "You're hungry, right?"

"Starving," Quinn replied.

Santana chuckled and looked up at Brittany again. "Thanks, Britt."

"Of course," Brittany replied with a nod. As she set up both Quinn and Santana's tables, Quinn suddenly held out her hand.

"Wait," Quinn said. "I think I'm going to go to the bathroom first."

Santana smiled. "Go ahead," she said, gesturing the way with her arm.

"You're just so charming, Doctor Lopez," Quinn joked. Quinn slid out of her seat, sending Santana a longing glance as she squeezed her way past Brittany with an apologetic smile.

Brittany had to smile back. It was only the polite thing to do.

When Quinn had disappeared from sight, Brittany nodded several times to herself as she asked, "Doctor Lopez, huh?"

Santana glanced down at her hands. "Yep."

"Hm."

"What?" Santana asked self-consciously.

"I just thought…" But then Brittany shook her head. "Never mind."

"Fine."

"I guess I'll just get your stuff set up for now."

Santana nodded.

"Was it hard?" Brittany asked as she draped the small tablecloth over the foldable table.

"Was what hard?"

"Getting your PhD."

Santana thought about it for a moment. "Yeah," she decided finally.

"Well, just look at you." Brittany said in an exaggeratedly commending voice. "Just twenty-six and you already have your doctorate degree."

"Thanks," Santana muttered.

Brittany couldn't help but say it out loud. "You say 'thanks' a lot now, Santana," she pointed out.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows confusedly. "Umm…"

"I mean, it's a good thing. It's just…you've changed."

"Yeah, well," Santana said with dry chuckle, "things change."

Brittany blinked several times, gazing deeply into Santana's eyes. "Not everything."

And as if to just prove her point, that inexplicable shudder ran through her body again. Exactly like it did two years ago.

Santana coughed to break the tension, glancing away from those blue eyes that did things to her body she couldn't even control.

"Are you happy?" Brittany asked suddenly. "You seem happy."

Santana nodded slowly. "I think so."

"Good."

They stared at each other again in silence, neither completely sure of the other. "So how long have you been with Quinn?" Brittany asked suddenly. She tried to keep her tone nonchalant, but God knows it wasn't.

Santana pursed her lips thoughtfully, trying to read Brittany's face and her forced smile. "Two years," she replied.

"Oh, wow," Brittany commented with a loud chuckle, "so a long time then."

"Yeah."

"And it must be serious."

Santana grimaced at Brittany's direct tone. "You could say that."

"Huh, two years," Brittany repeated. "So it must have started right after we met actually," she couldn't help but add.

"Brittany…" Santana trailed off, biting her lip hesitantly when she asked, "Brittany, why didn't you show—"

"Ugh, there was a line," Quinn huffed as she interrupted the conversation.

Santana quickly flicked her eyes over to Quinn. "Hey," she said with a smile.

"Hi," Quinn replied, stepping over Santana to get back into her seat. She looked at Brittany curiously, unsure of the sudden silence. "So…what were we talking about?"

19:15

Santana smiled softly to herself as she covered Quinn's body with a light blanket. Quinn was always so adorable when she was asleep.

Not that she wasn't when she was awake. She was simply…less personable when awake. Either way, you have to accept people for their goods and their bads, right?

Checking to see that Quinn was in a deep sleep, Santana got up from her seat and headed toward the bathroom. Ah, airplane bathrooms. They brought back memories. She smiled to herself as she pushed open the door when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Whatcha smiling at?"

Santana spun around to find Brittany looking at her with a playful grin. "Nothing," Santana replied with a smirk.

"Nothing, huh?" Brittany crossed her arms, that knowing smile still on her face.

"Why?" Santana asked. "What did you think I was smiling at?"

"Nothing at all," Brittany said with a shake of her head.

Santana chuckled, briefly casting her eyes downward before flicking them up to meet Brittany's gaze again. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well, what about you? Why are you smiling?"

Brittany shrugged. "No reason."

"Yeah? It's not because this brings back certain memories?"

"Memories?" Brittany snorted. "Definitely not," she said with a hint of a smile.

"Oh, c'mon," Santana groaned. "Give me a little more credit."

Brittany giggled. "You know I'm just playing with you, Santana. How could I ever forget?"

Santana grinned. "Well, I am pretty memorable."

With a smile tugging at her lips, Brittany shook her head in disbelief. "Good to know things haven't changed that much."

Santana smiled back, more genuinely this time. "Yeah."

"Well, I better go now. You have fun in there," Brittany said with a wink.

And before Santana could get a word back, Brittany had already strutted away.

Santana had almost forgotten how hot Brittany was. But watching her glide away with those long legs and those curvy hips, Santana remembered. It was almost frustrating, Brittany's body. Could it be more perfect? And was it Santana's fault that she couldn't tear her eyes away?

It didn't make her a bad girlfriend, did it? After all, she does have eyes, and they do tend to fall upon irresistibly hot people…namely, blue-eyed blonde-haired flight attendants.

Santana took a deep breath and shook the thoughts from her head. She was happy. She had to remember that. So, with the most determination she could gather, she pushed her way into the bathroom.

And, fine, she might have taken one last peek, but who was counting?