It's almost 2:30 am when you finally get back home and you are grateful that Dani is still on night shifts, you don't really have the energy to deal with your relationship right now, even if you are perfectly aware that you are going to have to talk to her about the mess your life has become sooner or later. Rather sooner if you are completely honest. As you step into your home, you are greeted by your dogs and you can't help but smile. They are the best dogs ever, they always seem to sense when you are not in the best mood and try to cheer you up by being a pair of goofballs. But who really is your greatest therapist is Olson, your cat. He is a very independent cat, and he is kind of more keen on Dani's company, but when you are in a bad state of mind, he will not leave your side until you feel better.

That is why when you lay face up, with your back flatly on your bed, he climbs up on you, curls up in a ball over your chest and starts purring. He is kind of crushing the air out of you, but you don't really care, the sound of his purr is really soothing.

You take a moment to think about everything that is going on right now, since you feel like your mind is actually not being able to process anything. And you don't like thinking about feelings, you just like to push through and keep going, you even run away from them most of the time, but if you have learnt anything at all over the years is to take responsibility of your own emotions, and remind yourself that you are not made of steel and stone.

So, you are preparing for what might be the most important event in your career, which is equally exciting and stressing, but it's nothing you can't handle. The rest of it is what you are not to sure to be able to work with. Brittany is back in your life for some absurd reason you haven't found out yet, you guess you have to wait till she wakes up so she can give you the answers. And for some reason, your grandmother is connected to that story. That bit actually blows your mind. Why the hell has Brittany been in touch with your Abuela? Or better yet, why has your Abuela been in touch with Brittany but not with you?

Oh, and Quinn's pregnant. That too.

You sigh deeply. You are physically exhausted and emotionally drained. You just pray to every God you know for nothing else to happen in your life now. You are not sure you could survive a heart attack.

When you wake up the next morning you don't remember falling asleep, but you guess you were really tired. You find out Olson is gone, but his place is taken by your wife, who is curled up next to you sleeping soundly. Next thing you notice is that it's really bright outside your window, so you turn your head to look at the clock on your nightstand and you skyrocket out of your bed when you see the time. It's not that you are running late, it is that you should have been at your office an hour ago. Kurt is going to kill you.

You forego your morning shower, a decision you sure are going to regret later, but it would take too long. You throw on a black pencil skirt, a white button up shirt and you tie up your hair in a high yet almost elegant bun. You like your hair down better, but again, you don't have time right now to try and tame your mane. You grab your trench coat, your purse and whatever shoes you can fond in your foyer, and decide to grab a coffee from the machine you have in the office. It's actually the worst coffee you've ever had, but it'll have to do.

Half an hour later you are storming into HummelPez Designs in one of the worst moods you have been in a while. You are almost sure you even buttoned your shirt the wrong way, which wouldn't be a surprise since you realised once you were in the taxi and halfway your ride, that you had actually grabbed a pair of Dani's shoes instead of yours. Thank God you use the same size.

"Thank you for blessing us with your presence this morning, Satan." Kurt greets you, and all you can do is grunt at him. Your lack of rest, coffee and overall your excess of stress is taking a toll on your social abilities, not that you had that much of those anyway.

You walk into your office ignoring everyone, serve yourself a coffee and throw yourself on your chair, sipping on the steamy drink as you turn on your computer. The coffee might taste like shit, but right now it feels as if you were pumping the caffeine directly into your veins. You feel instantly better.

You quickly check your e-mails and phone calls, and everything seems to be fine. No major damage done by being an hour and a half late for work. You make a mental note to trust your team more from now on.

As you are about to start doing some actual work, there is a knock on your door, followed by Kurt entering your office without waiting for your permission.

"Are you okay, Santana?" He asks, and you know he is talking to you as your best friend, not as your coworker. He really is concerned, you know he cares deeply about you, despite the constant banter you have going on between you two when you are working. "You look...terrible." He adds looking you up and down. Which makes you do the same on yourself. Your shirt is correctly buttoned up, thankfully, but he is right, your choice of outfit is way careless than it normally should be.

"Sorry we can't all look just fucking fantastic 27/4 like you." You sputter and Kurt rises a brow at your words. "What?" You hiss.

"Wow. Do we need an intervention? You don't even know how to English anymore." He says, clearly holding back a chuckle, but you can see the amusement in his eyes.

You think back on your words though, and when you realise your slip you sigh.

"24/7. I meant 24/7."

"I know that. I'm just trying to get Santana Lopez, the boss bitch, back. This sulking, grumbling baby is annoying the shit out of me." He says, and when he doesn't get the reaction he expected, he takes a seat in front of you. "Dear, what the hell is wrong with you?" He asks.

You sigh deeply again as you take a moment to ponder your options. You could play it cool, say you are just tired and push through the day, but you know that's not going to work since you are already on the verge of crying your eyes out. Or you could simply tell Kurt everything that is going on. He is your best friend after all. He has been there for you through your highs and lows, and you know he actually is one hell of a listener. And, truth to be told, you need to talk to someone right now. You know you need to tell someone before you gather the courage to talk to Dani. And you really don't want to go see Will Schuester, your therapist. He is great, but you need a friendly ear right now.

You look up and when your eyes meet Kurt's, you make the decision.

"Have I ever told you about Brittany Pierce?" You ask, even if you already know the answer.