Santana's birthday was five days away and Quinn still didn't know what to get her. It wasn't like they were kids and she was having a big party for the popular kids and a sleepover after for only her closest friends. But getting a gift was still okay right? What was considered an adult gift without being sexual? Quinn really hated being an adult sometimes.

Quinn considered asking Puck for some advice since he was Santana's best (guy) friend and was in charge of throwing the party. But then she thought about it being Puck and decided better not to. So she was at the mall with Brittany trying desperately to find something that wasn't too childish or too lovey dovey or too sexual. So basically nothing.

"You could get her some cigars, she likes those." Brittany suggested.

Quinn ran a hand through her unkempt hair and regretted letting it get so long.

"I want it to be meaningful."

"But not too meaningful." Brittany was a saint, she had been dealing with Quinn for over an hour now saying those two phrases and hadn't even complained once.

Quinn sighed and looked at Brittany who was sucking on a sucker while looking through racks of clothes.

"Thank you for coming and helping me Britt, you're a really great friend."

It sounded so phony calling her a really great friend because Brittany was so much more than that. She was the most selfless and most innocent person Quinn had ever met in her life which had been full of idiots or people wanting to use her. Brittany was all love and acceptance, no hate or rejection. She always had a smile on her face and had this calm, welcoming aurora to her. Which was probably why Brittany was the first person she told about her addiction.

Her and Brittany had never been close in high school, not like her and Santana or Santana and Brittany, but they loved each other like they had been. College seemed to be what brought them closer and Quinn consulting in Brittany only cemented their friendship. Britt had become a real rock for Quinn and helped her tell a few of the glee members. She kept her promise and still hadn't told Santana (which Quinn knew was hard considering Brittany and Santana told each other everything, so she felt extra grateful for Britt).

"Of course. Lord Tubbington stole my gummy bears so until he returns them I'm not coming home."

Quinn laughed and again thought of what she could get Santana. During their freshmen year Quinn had gone all out to make sure her present was the best. After that their friendship became a little rocky and now it just seemed childish. Childish and part of her always needing love and acceptance because she never got that as a kid. She knew better now and only wanted to get the loyal Latina something meaningful.

"Quinn all your thinking is making my brain hurt." Brittany complained.

"Sorry Britt. I'm just trying to think outside of the box ya know?"

Brittany perked up at this. She grabbed Quinn's hand and dragged her out of Old Navy and in the direction of the food quart.

"Woah, what's going on?"

"At birthdays you're expected to get an object right? Like a rubric's cube or lace underwear."

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows but nodded along anyways. "Yeah." She trailed off, perplexed by the two vastly different options.

"They're things people want but they don't last. They expire. What doesn't expire?"

Brittany was bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet making her hand shake in Quinn's. She was clearly excited about the revelation she was on to.

"I'm really not good at riddles Britt." Because honestly that's what it sounded like.

"Memories!" Brittany cheered.

Quinn wasn't really sure what her fellow blonde friend was getting at at first and then it hit her. She turned to Brittany with a smile shining across her face.

"You're a genius Britt!"

Brittany tilted her head to the side and grinned. "I've been told that once or twice."

Quinn stopped them in their tracks to bring Brittany into a bone crushing hug, one that the taller blonde reciprocated. They received several glares and even a few grunts of annoyance from them taking up half of the side but they didn't care. Quinn was the first to pull back and was veered back into the direction of the food quart.

"I'm thinking Panda Express." Brittany said in a sing song voice.

With the astounding idea Brittany just gave her, Quinn would go anywhere to eat anything with Britt, even Panda Express.

"Anything for you Britt." Quinn smiled and playfully kissed Brittany on the cheek.

They had finished eating an hour ago but were still seated in the boisterous food quart. Brittany had been helping Quinn plan out her birthday gift for Santana without an ounce of jealousy or hesitation. Quinn had already gotten overwhelmed with worrying Santana would hate the gift or find it cheesy, but Brittany was quick to reassure her and say that it would be Santana's favorite birthday gift. She said it'd be quote, "the gift of all birthday gifts" unquote.

Quinn worried her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced up at her selfless friend. Brittany was currently eating one of her last 25 fortune cookies with a content glint in her eyes. It was remarkable how she was almost 30 years old and still acted like a kid. Quinn admired that about Brittany. Santana was right, there was no like the bubbly, optimistic blonde.

She cleared her throat and straightened up in her seat. She'd been meaning to have this talk with Britt ever since her night at Mr.Schue's wedding but had somehow never gotten around to it in the past nine years. It made her feel guilty that it took her this long to check on Brittany.

"What do you think of me and Santana?"

Brittany tweaked her eyebrows in a questioning frown. Quinn pushed back in her seat and began fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"I mean, I myself don't know what we are but, I think there's something there. And I know you're married to Marley and all but." Quinn trailed off.

Quinn wasn't sure if her worrying was standard for moving onto a relationship with your friends ex. She herself had never had to go through it. It still pains Quinn every now and then to admit it but Finn never was her first love. Puck wasn't either, there had always been something there which caused them to finally give a relationship an actual try, but he wasn't her first love. Sam was her first love, and she broke his heart and didn't think she was worthy of love so she wasn't the least bit upset when he moved on.

It didn't hurt or make her jealous when Sam got married to Jake or when Puck started dating other people. But she knew other people did. Even though Brittany was the sweetest person imaginable and happily married, she didn't know if it hurt Brittany seeing her two best friends having something romantic going on. Hurting Brittany was the last thing she wanted to do.

There was also the chance that nothing was even really going on between her and Santana and her internal meltdown was for nothing. But she still had to ask.

"Of course not!"

Quinn wheezed out a laugh of relief. The saying of a weight being lifted off your shoulders never felt more true than in that moment.

Brittany sat up and leaned close to Quinn across the table. Her beautiful clear eyes were sparkling with absolute happiness.

"You and Santana are my best friends and all I want is for you guys to be happy. Plus it's kinda hot that we've all had sex. Well, except for me and you. But I'm married so that can't happen." Brittany shrugged as if she didn't just imply she'd have sex with Quinn.

Quinn laughed at the change in conversation. The fact that Brittany thought her and Santana being together in the past was hot made her face heat up. She shook her head at the turns this situation was always taking.

"I'm kinda like the love whisperer. I said Sam and Jake could be the male version of me and Santana and look what happened. I introduced Kurt to Caleb at a book signing and I kept commenting on the sexual tension between Rachel and Kitty. I know when people are meant to be together and you and Santana are meant to be together. No one can stand in the way of that, not me or even you guys."

The conversation had taken a serious turn which made Quinn uneasy. This was the second friend telling Quinn that her and Santana should be together. She didn't know if they were right or if they were only saying that because they were her and Santana's friends and wanted them to finally be in a relationship. Though she didn't think their friends would force them into a relationship with each other unless they thought it'd actually work out. Or not, their friends were crazy.

She sighed and started fidgeting with her fingers. She flexed her fingers like she was cracking them then started wringing them together.

"Maybe you're just saying that because you're our friend." Quinn said as much.

"You know me Quinn, I wouldn't do that."

Quinn nodded her head in agreement. She glanced around the mall biting her lip in thought. Brittany waited patiently for Quinn to say what was on her mind, not wanting to push her.

"But...what if you're wrong? What if Santana's just having fun fooling around with her friend? I don't want to complicate things or scare her off. Or what if we give it a try and it just blows up in our faces and I lose her? I mean, our relationship's always been rocky but she's always been there. I-" Quinn was starting to get worked up, her thoughts tumbling from her lips in a flurry.

Brittany was out of her seat and in the one next to Quinn in record time. Her hands gripped Quinn's slightly quivering shoulders and looked her straight in her wild hazel-green eyes. She rubbed her thumbs soothingly against Quinn's collarbones and waited five seconds before speaking.

"Quinn, you're overthinking this. Just take some deep breaths okay?"

Quinn nodded her head and took some deep breaths. 'Thank God Brittany was here before that could turn into a full blown panic attack.' Brittany allowed Quinn a minute of silence before speaking.

"You're not going to lose her, okay? You guys are meant to be together, and even if I'm somehow wrong and your guys' relationship implodes, she'll still be there for you. Santana's like a dog, you can kick her and she'd still be loyal."

Quinn laughed weakly at the comparison but it earned a smile from Brittany. The taller blonde removed her hands and reached across for the last two fortune cookies.

"Santana's matured a lot since high school, not to mention she's a big softie. You have nothing to worry about Quinn. Everything's going to work itself out, you just have to take a leap of faith."

Just take a leap of faith. If only it was as easy as it sounded.

Brittany handed Quinn one of the fortune cookies with a bright smile on her face. Brittany sounded so sure of them, so sure of life and the way it worked, and she was so happy eating her fortune cookies and sharing them. Quinn couldn't help but smile and eat her own.

No matter what her future held with Santana or what happened in the world, one thing was for certain. Brittany S. Pierce was the softest, most genuine, completely selfless and welcoming person alive if not the best person ever.

"Thanks Britt. I think a lot of us would lose our minds if it weren't for you."

Brittany ducked her head bashfully which made Quinn smile even bigger. The blue eyed blonde was usually receptive of compliments so the fact that she got bashful meant the compliment meant a lot to her.

They sat in silence finishing their fortune cookies before Brittany declared calling in a team to help Quinn's birthday gift come true. Quinn was alarmed by this. 'Do I really need more people helping?' If it was this big then that meant there was plenty of room for error and she didn't like that.

But Quinn trusted Brittany so she let her lead the way to her car.

(AN)

This is one of my favorite chapters and chapter names. I love how the Unholy Trinity were suppose to be best friends yet they barely got any screen time together, and I think Brittany and Quinn talked like a total of three times. We were robbed of Fierce

I'm sorry for not posting Saturday, I was busy and busy Sunday then I had a lot of school work the past two days. I have three days off for Thanksgiving so I decided to post. Hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving tomorrow! Imma be blasting Turkey Lurkey time. Until Saturday!