I didn't forget about you guys. I really didn't! I know it's late, but [hopefully] this should make it out ON Saturday… it's just really late. But it still counts! I'm just trying to keep up with my Saturday-Wednesday promise. I'm really going to try.

Recap: Santana ran to Quinn's house in tears and flashbacks/explains to Quinn what happened. So what happened? Here's what happened: Santana was chilling at Britt-Britt's after some implied hot sex. On Quinn's warning she decided to check Brittany's closet for a rumored shrine of her that Quinn told her about. She finds it and is freaked out. Brittany finds out and also accuses Santana of cheating on her with Quinn [which is not true. Santana might have feelings for Quinn but she's never officially cheated]. How does Brittany come to this conclusion, by STEALING AND CHECKING SANTANA'S PHONE [also, there was absolutely nothing incriminating on there, just fairly regular conversations]. Brittany says it's fine, as long as from now on Santana cuts Quinn out of her life completely. Santana responds by saying they should take a break. Brittany begs Santana not to leave and actually, physically hurts her [accidentally] to try and prevent her from leaving.

"You don't have to do this," I remind her for the hundredth time this morning.

"Yes I do," she replies with classic Santana determination. Nothing hinders her. Nothing stops her. She's strong. I love that about her. She shrugs and adds with a laugh, "I've already skipped so many days I'm sure if I miss just one more I'll be expelled anyways." She tries to hide the hurt of last night behind a perfectly white smile and a cool, uncaring demeanor, another classic Santana reaction. This one I don't love as much.

"Tana," I say seriously. She can't keep making light of everything. At some point she's going to have to face it all.

She stops applying her signature lipstick for a moment, "I don't think you've ever called me 'Tana before." She pauses for a moment and smiles widely. "I like it."

I can feel a blush heating up my cheeks. Duly noted. "Tana," I start again. "This is serious. You don't have to go in today. You should just stay at home."

"I just found out that my girlfriend has a shrine to me, is crazy possessive, and wants me to cut off all contact with one of my closest friends." She takes a deep breath. "And I'm absolutely fine."

"You came to my house crying."

"That was last night," she shrugs. She moves on from her perfect, plump, and kissable—shit not Quinn, stop thinking like that—lips to her long lashes that I don't think are attractive. Right? Right. "Today's a new day."

"You just went through a huge shock. You should not be going to school today. You should be… staying in and eating ice cream and watching a comedy with me."

"Oh, are you part of this deal?" She turns to stare at me, pure seduction playing across her face. "Well, I just became a lot more interested," she says. "Tell me all about it." She runs her tongue across her lips.

"Tana," I scold. "You just got out of a relationship with a girl I know you care deeply about both romantically and as a friend and it ended on less than lustrous terms." She turns back to the bathroom mirror to continue with her make up. "You don't just get over that in one night." She begins humming, a signal that she's stopped listening to me. Why is she so darn stubborn? "And you know what, I am not your rebound!"

I'm about to turn on my heel and go prepare breakfast when I see her put down her make up and turn towards me, finally a serious expression on her face. "Q, you'd never be just a rebound." The low rasp of her voice makes my knees go weak in ways that shouldn't be possible. She lets out a heavy sigh, as if all her problems were wedged into that one sigh and released. "Maybe I just need a little normalcy, a little routine. I don't need a crazy girlfriend. I can't mope around the house thinking about just how fucked up my life is right now. I'll go crazy. I need my biggest problem to be some dumbass test Schue assigns today, okay?" She looks at me for confirmation, in which I nod my head. "Good." She turns back to the mirror.

"So… what do you want? Eggs, bacon, toast?"

"All of the above," she replies with a happy smile.

We both fall into this little world where we pretend both of our lives aren't completely screwed up. It may not be healthy for her to avoid her problems forever, but for now, it's okay. She did just bare her soul a little bit. So we'll take it in steps. And who knows, maybe I need this just as much as she does. I need to just pretend I'm human. I need to pretend that what I'm feeling isn't against everything I stand for. So we fall into the illusion where life isn't crazy and our biggest problem is a test in school.

" Bacon is my life, so you better be ready in a couple minutes or there won't be any left for you," I tease as I scurry away to the kitchen.

A couple minutes later the food is on the table, water in glasses, and Santana is walking into the room, looking beautiful as always. She smiles as she takes a seat opposite of me. Her Cheerio's uniform accentuates all of her gorgeous features. Sometimes I still wonder if God truly doesn't believe in perfection, because if I had to define it I'd say it's her.

"This looks awesome," Santana says, helping herself. "I usually skip breakfast, so I really miss this."

"Why do you skip?"

"Well, I'm usually running late or at," she gulps, "Brittany's or something." She rebounds from the topic of Brittany with ease and another fake smile. "Not to mention Sue's insane diets for us."

"I think you can definitely afford a full meal. Sue's diets are insane," I reply.

"Be careful! Speak of the devil and she shall appear," she jabs. An uncomfortable cold falls over me as my nerves shift to hyper drive, just for a moment. It's just a natural reaction to hearing the word 'devil.'

I laugh it off. "So, did you hear Ellen Page came out yesterday?" [AN: True shit, my friends. So excited!]

"What!" Santana exclaims with wide eyes. "Dude, number one celebrity crush right there."

"Really?" I laugh.

"Yes! My chances with her just shot up about 1,000%! I mean, I could've turned her anyways, because I'm just that good." Her eyebrows rise seductively as smirk glides across her face, almost as if this face comes more naturally to her than any other. She leans back in her chair and pops a fake collar. "This just makes my life so much easier!" I lightly kick her from under the table as she fakes a wound. "Ow! It's not nice to kick people!" With a laugh and a smile she lightly hits me back. And thus begins a kicking war.

I laugh until I cry. "Stop! Stop! Stop! I give. I give."

Santana punches the air. "And so I, Queen Santana Lopez, emerge victorious."

"Queen?" I tease. "Getting a little bit ahead of yourself, aren't we?"

"All in due time, Q," she says mischievously as she digs back into her eggs.

I smile and shake my head. "That wouldn't even surprise me."

The funny thing is, I mean it.

**143**

"Come on, for the sake of normalcy," I encourage. Santana stands right outside the doors of WHMS.

She nods her head. "Right." She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and pushes the doors open. "Step 1: Enter building. Check."

"Good job, 'Tana," I say, protectively wrapping my arm around her with pep and spirit.

"Get your hands off of her," I hear an all-too familiar voice growl out.

"Britt." Santana's usually strong voice dwindles. She sounds so weak, so frail. She sounds broken. I can feel her leaning into me, just trying to stand up.

She grabs Santana's hand. "Sanny, baby," she begins to beg.

Santana closes her eyes and stands on her own two feet again. Back is the strong girl I'm falling in love with. "You don't get to call me that anymore, Brittany."

I can see Brittany's baby blue eyes cry out in pain from Santana's words. "Santana," she corrects. "Please, I'm so sorry. I love you so much! I just want us to be together! I'll do anything to get you back again. Anything." Brittany falls to her knees, hands clasped praying style, lip out and pouting.

Santana sighs for the hundredth time today. "Brittany, I love you." Brittany's eyes shine like those four words just made her day. She begins to get up from the ground, ready to go in for the kiss. "But, I can't trust you anymore. I need some time for myself, away from you.'

"But Santana—"

"No, Britt. You said you'd do anything? I need you to stay away. Okay?"

Brittany looks like she wants to say a thousand things in response: beg for Santana back, yell at me, accuse Santana of cheating, and flower her with flowers and poems. But she didn't. She held back because she knew that, right now, it was in her best interest. "I'll stay away," she promises. "But just know, I'm not giving up on us. I'll never give up on us." She leans forwards and leaves a kiss on Santana's cheek, all well glaring at me. "I love you San," she whispers.

And then she leaves.

As soon as she's out of sight Santana looks over to me. "Fuck normalcy."

**143**

Rumors flew all around school about Santana and Brittany. It took everything Santana had to get through the day. I was by her side all day, ready to catch her if she fell. She never did. She was strong.

Lost in thought, I was ambushed. A punch directly to my eye. And it hurt. A lot. "Stay away from my woman!" Brittany growled. And with that, she left me alone in the parking lot with a new, shiny black eye.

Ellen Page came out yesterday [I think it was yesterday] and I'm super duper excited because her entire speech was really cool and awesome!

Also, the 100th episode, I'm waiting very impatiently for that. My friend and I have already planned to have a mini-Glee sleepover. The Unholy Trinity will be performing Toxic and Brittana will be performing Valerie. Clearly I'm a Quinntana shipper, not Brittana, but I'm still most looking forward to Valerie because tbh Naya killed it with that song the first time. Hearing her do it again? I think she might kill me!

Anyways, trying to maintain the Saturday-Wednesday thing. Determined!