"Where are the rest of the guys Puck? I thought you said they'd all be here?"

Puck rolls his eyes, "I don't think you'd actually like it if all the guys were here, especially not if I told them about what you did to Quinn the other day."

Finn laughs, thinking Puck's just being Puck, and he goes on to pick out a video game to play. He's interrupted by Brittany, "I'd put that down."

Finn glares at her and looks at Puck, "I thought you said it was Boy's Night?"

Puck flexes his muscles as he folds his arms across his chest, "That's right. But it's a special edition Boy's Night. Where you're the boy that's gonna get a beat down for being such a fucking asshole!"

Finn's eyes widen, "What? I haven't done anything! What did she tell you?"

Brittany folds her own arms across her chest and shakes her head, "Listen Finn, maybe then it'll make a lot of sense to you."

The boy however, is not having any of it. He turns to

"You know, she probably doesn't know what she's said right? Because she's-"

He stops talking when he hears Puck growl, but it's Brittany who speaks up, after giving Puck a quick glance to make him stay put. Her blue eyes steely when she looks at Finn, "Because I'm what Finn?"

Puck's about the jump at him but Brittany makes him stand his ground with another look, "Go on Finn. San isn't here, so you can say what you want now. You can say what you probably always want to say when I'm around."

Finn glowers at her and says, "Because you're so stupid Brittany, that's what."

Brittany nods her head slowly, as if she's already accepted that that's probably true, as she slowly makes her way even closer to him.

"Okay. I'm stupid."

Puck not wanting to interrupt Brittany, but wanting to be beside her in case things go bad, stands up right beside the blonde.

"I'm stupid cuz I'm the one who went and told someone who's in the hospital, who could have died, that they're a bitch. I'm not the one who scared her but I'm the one who's stupid now."

Finn looks slightly nervous but he tries to play it off.

"I haven't done anything, so like I don't know what this is all about."

The blonde glares and she pushes Finn so he sits back onto a chair, "Stop acting like you didn't do any of that and that you don't know what you're doing!"

His eyes widen considerably and luckily for him, he doesn't say anything else, because Puck is fairly certain had he opened his mouth, Finn would have regretted it immensely.

Brittany takes a breath and then continues, "I don't like it when my friends are hurt. Rach didn't put Q in the hospital, so I'm not mad at her for Q being hurt. You didn't do that either. But you're making things worse and that's why I'm mad at you." She takes another breath and then shakes her head, "You're hurting Q and Rach. And a whole lot of other people too."

Frowning she continues, "I don't know why you keep trying to make everything about you. Q was doing super and then you sneak in and…that was really not cool Finn."

Finn bursts, wrecking his innocent act, "I don't care! She's selfish Brittany! She has everything and that's not enough for her! She wants more. She wants it all!"

Puck backhands him, since Finn had gotten a little too close to Brittany with his outburst for his liking, and makes sure he sits back down, "Right, because having a baby in high school is what she wanted. Getting kicked out of her home, because of your punk ass, is what she wanted. Homeless Finn, she was homeless. Then giving up that baby and dealing with you going back and forth between her and Rachel. She wanted that."

Finn stands back up, "She got into Yale Puck. She's getting out of here!"

Brittany pushes him to sit back down again, "That makes all of everything okay?! She had to say goodbye to Beth before she even said a real hello! That's sad. And it made her so sad Finn. She had like big problems and we let her deal with it almost totally by herself. Yale doesn't fix this and make it all go away. She could have died. Her legs don't work now. Papa Lopez said she might not walk ever again and I'm so sad because I love dancing with her. She's so good. And you made her think that she's bad."

Finn shakes his head, "She gets everything! She deserves to lose things too! You can't always get what you want. I've always lost. Maybe God decided enough's enough and that someone deserves a shot at winning for once!"

Brittany yells out as she tries to jump at him but Puck holds her back, for fear of Finn landing a few hits, "God kept her safe! We got her back! We love her! This is why you don't 'get what you want'! You're not a real person! You pretend to be good, you pretend to be real, but you don't mean what you say and you don't always say what you mean! You hate! Quinn's so good and but after coming so far she's thinking she doesn't deserve any of it Finn, and it's all your fault!"

"GOOD! She shouldn't feel good! She ruined my relationship! She's fake! And I'm actually mad that she didn't die in the accident and just let us all live our lives in peace!"

Finn's face is beet red and every stops right after his confession. There's no movement since Brittany has stopped trying to get to Finn and Puck has stopped needing to struggle to hold her back.

Realizing he probably has made a grave error he opens his mouth to speak, "I didn't…that's not exactly what I…should I apologize?"

Puck lets go of Brittany and in less than a split second, he's landed a punch to his face. Puck then continues to drag a weeping Finn out of the room and out of the house.

"The only thing saving your ass right now is the fact that Brittany is here. She usually isn't big on violence and I don't want her to change her views just because of you, since you aren't worth the effort. But remember that if I didn't care bout Britt, I'd let her have at you." He spits at the ground beside him, Finn still trying to stop his lip from bleeding, "If you as much as think of going near any of the girls, I'll be the least of your worries."

Finn spits out some blood from his busted mouth and shakes his head, "I can't believe, you're throwing this away Puck."

Puck doesn't even reply, he turns and walks back to the house, subconsciously hoping for Finn to make a mistake again so he can land a few more punches.

But that doesn't happen.

Finn drags himself to his car and gets in, and bangs his fists against the steering wheel in utter frustration. He doesn't believe how everyone is now siding against him, after everything he's ever done for all of them.

Completely frustrated he starts his truck up and makes his way home, hoping that his mother bought enough bags of peas for his mouth.

Xoxoxoxo

"Brittany S. Pierce."

The blonde sighs dejectedly, as she turns around to face the voice, "Yes?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were doing this today? I was worried sick! I could have helped! I should have been there! What if Finn raged on, on you?! Britt, baby, I wanted to be there for you."

Brittany wraps her arms around her neck and then proceeds to bury her neck there and immediately Santana stops talking so loud, knowing there's something wrong with her girlfriend, when Brittany just holds her tightly and doesn't say anything, "Britt?" she questions quietly as she rubs the blonde's back slowly, holding her tighter when she hears Brittany sniff.

The blonde slowly lifts her head and her eyes are rimmed red, the blue shining at Santana brightly, "I'm okay…"

Santana shakes her head, wiping away the track a tear has made as it fell from the corner of Brittany's eye, "You're not okay mi corazon…please don't tell me you are, when I can see so clearly that you aren't."

Brittany sniffs back tears as she nods her head, and quietly says, "I'm sorry, I-"

Santana shakes her head as she gently interrupts, "Baby, please don't apologize. Just…talk to me?"

Brittany buries herself into her girlfriend and Santana decides to move this along, believing that having this conversation in the privacy and comfort of her bedroom would be easier than in the hallway.

Once situated on the bed, and once Brittany has calmed down enough, Santana quietly broaches the subject as she continues her comforting ministrations across her back, "What's going on in that pretty head of yours Britt?"

Brittany shrugs her shoulders, and quietly lets out, "I think I talked a lot more today, to someone else, than I ever did in forever."

Santana nods her head, knowing that it takes a lot out of Brittany to actually speak about everything that's on her mind, because she's scared of the person she's trying to communicate with will not understand and mock her.

When she realizes Brittany isn't going to continue, Santana speaks up quietly, "You know you don't have to talk to me for a long time, if you don't want to babe. But you know I always love listening to what you have to say. I'll always listen to you B. But you don't have to, if you don't feel like it. I can just keep doing this," she squeezes her girlfriend's waist lovingly, gently drawing her nearer as she does so, "and whenever you feel like it; you can let me know what's on your mind; or not."

Brittany smiles softly at her and nods her head, "I know you do San. You get me. You let me go on for ages and I feel okay and not stupid."

Santana stiffens slightly, but it's enough for Brittany to notice and she realizes what she said instantaneously.

Santana notices Brittany's doe eyes and she bows her head, "Guess the cat's out of the bag huh babe?"

Brittany bites her lip as her eyes refill with tears, "It's on my mind again, but it's just part of it…"

The brunette sighs as she fights with her rage, "Finn said the s word, didn't he? It's on your mind again because of him though."

It isn't really a question, and they both know it.

Brittany nods and Santana's heart breaks because she knows how much she goes through every day believing that everyone thinks she's stupid.

Brittany takes a breath, "I didn't let it stop me today when I was there but…afterwards here with you."

Santana draws her in close and buries her face in her neck and whispers, "You can always be you around me Brittany. Always."

The blonde nods her head, "I know. I let my waves crash against your shore, and I'm home."

It's quiet as Santana holds Brittany, allowing her time to get her thoughts together and the just breathe and feel safe.

She starts talking to Santana slowly, meticulously telling her what happened, but the closer she got to nearly the end, her words were tumbling out of her mouth, each one coming out faster than the other, with more pauses in between, and Santana could tell, this effected Brittany more than what Finn had said about her.

"I told him what he did was stupid…the things he did were. I told him that Q's a good person San…but he's hateful and…he doesn't care. He said he wishes she…" Brittany can't bring herself to say it any louder than a whisper, and she has to stop herself to take a breath before she even is able to say it, "he said he wished she died."

Santana feels like she's been punched in the gut, and she can only imagine what it must have felt like for Brittany, having actually been there to hear it firsthand.

Brittany tears up, "I was thinking about how hard we prayed in the hospital…and how much Q loves to dance…I thought about the little things we do together and how much she really loves to cuddle even though she pretends she doesn't at first, and our sleepovers and glee together…it made me so sad and angry at Finn!"

Santana nods, wiping away her girlfriend's tears, as she continues, looking at her so helplessly, "She's not all bad! And she's getting her butt kicked all the time and Finn wishes she died, and it wouldn't just- I'd…I'm just really happy she's alive San because I think I would have died with her, if she did."

Santana nods her head, unable to even find her voice to agree with her vocally at the moment. The brunette knows exactly what she means. Had Quinn not made it out of this tragic accident alive, she's certain Brittany wouldn't have been the only who would have died.

Finding her voice she gently says, "I know Britt…you wouldn't have been the only one. But she's alive baby, and Finn can be a dick all he wants, it's not going to make a difference, Quinn's so strong baby, and we're supporting her and Finn is going to get it. You can't be that nasty on the inside and get away with it all your life."

Brittany nods her head sadly, "Q's not that nasty on the inside and she keeps getting hurt."

Santana sighs and shrugs her shoulder slightly, "That's because Q makes iffy decisions when she's left alone with her thoughts without us to save her from doing them. Remember when we were in New York?"

Brittany can't help the snort that leaves her, "Her Rachel crush was like a red light in the snow."

Santana laughs as she hugs her close, "I know right?"

"I love you San…and I'm sorry I didn't tell you the plan was on."

Santana shakes her head, "I love you too baby and it's alright. Puck punched him though right? So it's okay. My punching arm is off now anyways, so I would have made him do it for me if I was there."

XoXoXoXo

Dr. Lopez snorts as he puts his phone back into his pocket. He turns and walks back into Quinn's hospital room and tilts his head, "Why is it that your boyfriend's mother called me up asking me to do the bare minimum to help her son?"

Rachel's eyes are wide as she comprehends who was on the phone. Quinn's face is priceless, her hazel eyes are twinkling, a smile spread across her face, "Papa El, Fink isn't Ray's boyfriend! He isn't! Really, I promise. Ask her please? I'm not sure now…I'm doubting me."

Dr. Lopez shakes his head, a smile on his face as he watches Quinn elaborate her thoughts, before turning to Rachel again, "So…your ex. Why is his mother calling me?"

Rachel's brown eyes are filled with confusion, she guesses, "He's hurt?"

His eyes are amused, "Well, yes, that's generally what people call me for on that number. Why is he suffering from a direct punch to the face?"

Quinn gasps, and all the occupants in the room quickly turn to look at her, only to find her surprise quickly turns to amusement, "Did…Did he punch himself in the face!?" Her eyes are filling with tears as she tries to stop herself from laughing out loud, but the fact that her ribs are still healing makes it difficult to hold back for a long time.

Rachel can't help but giggle at the apparent images getting conjured in Quinn's head as she watches the blonde giggle and laugh to herself, gently squeezing their joined hands together randomly whenever an apparently hilarious image pops into mind.

Dr. Lopez shakes his head lovingly as he chuckles before once again talking to Rachel, "Well, literally, he's been punched. But I thought, you'd know something about it, but since you are no longer an item I suppose you wouldn't…not really."

Francine snorts in her cubby wrapped in David's arms, "Say. Where are Santana and Brittany?"

Rachel's eyes widen once again as she puts the pieces together. Santana's father face palms as he leaves the room, making a note of getting a hold of his future grandkids before their parents get to them and teaching them not to follow in their footsteps.

Quinn sighs as she wipes away the tears that have fallen down her face, "God. I needed that."

Rachel smiles at her lovingly, even though a million and one thoughts are running through her mind, the prominent one for the moment is Quinn, "Oh yeah?"

The blonde smiles at her, gently squeezing her hand once again, and lifting it up to give it a quick kiss, "Yeah, definitely. Cuz like…he's been a big poophead a lot and he said mean things, so like he hit himself and that's pretty funny in my head."

Rachel blushes when she hears an 'awww' coming from Francine and David on the other side of the bed, but her eyes are focused on Quinn's, "Sweetheart, I don't think he actually hit himself."

The blonde nods her head slowly, "If he made someone mad enough to hit him, then like technically he hit himself…right?"

Rachel smiles at her and nods, reciprocating the gentle hand squeeze she's been receiving, "That makes sense."

Hazel eyes sparkle in amusement, "I know, I'm full of wisdom like that, but I only bestow it upon worthy individuals."

Francine bursts out laughing, buries her head in David's shoulder to muffle herself. David is beyond amused with the sisters as he smiles at Rachel, seeming to say 'how did we get so lucky?'

Glancing back at the blonde, now immersed in telling her the details of her ideas of Finn getting punched, she hasn't got an idea as to how they got this lucky either.

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"Aiden, he's my son, but that doesn't mean I agree or condone any of the things he's doing. So as a mother, I'm doing my duty, which is to protect him, and getting someone to help. But that's it. He has to learn to take responsibility, I'm not going to baby him, and I'd really rather you not do so either."

Dr. Lopez nods his head, "I know what you mean. And in all honesty? You really are a wonderful mother to him. I have no idea…"

She sighs, "I have no idea either."

After checking on his busted lip, and making sure to clean it out, he gives him some aspirin. All without saying a word to him.

"Aren't you gonna ask me how I got hurt?" Finn asks once he sees that Dr. Lopez was getting ready to leave.

He turns to the younger boy and fixes him with a blank stare, "I was under the impression that you hit yourself."

He left before Finn could think to even respond.