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"Get the fuck up," Quinn says pulling Santana's blanket off of her.
"What the fuck!" Santana groans, her head pounding.
She may have drank a little too much last night after talking to Mercedes. She just wants her wife.
"Get up, clean yourself up while I make us some food." Quinn tells her.
"You look like shit." Puck says.
Quinn rolls her eyes and shoves Santana towards her room.
"How bad are things?" Puck asks unsure.
"Not sure yet, but knowing those two, it's fixable if Santana just gets her head out of her ass." Quinn says looking through the cabinets for pancake mix.
"Let's hope so," Puck says sitting down.
"I just need you to take your pancakes and stay out of our way. This is going to be difficult and could involve a blow up." Quinn says having started making pancakes.
She ends up giving him a plate of pancakes and he is not complaining about getting food so he makes himself scarce.
"Why are you here?" Santana asks coming out of her room looking much better.
"You look much better." Quinn says not really looking at her friend.
She knows if she looks at her friend, she will start yelling. That's not something she wants to do yet as once she starts yelling so will Santana.
"Cut the crap Q, why the fuck are you here and where is my wife?" Santana asks stomping around.
"Do you want pancakes?" Quinn asks.
Santana is pissed. She doesn't get why Quinn is here or why her wife is. She doesn't understand why the fuck is going on. But knowing Quinn, she need to keep her cool for now or she'll never get the information she wants.
"Yeah," Santana gives in.
"Good," Quinn says giving her a stack of pancakes and making herself her own stack.
They eat in silence neither looking at each other.
"Okay," Santana says once she sees that Quinn is done. "What are you doing here?" she asks yet again.
"You really don't know?" Quinn asks shocked.
"I have no idea." Santana says. "I came home earlier than planned hoping to spend some time with Britt and she wasn't here."
Quinn takes a deep breath so she doesn't lose her cool as she truly believes that Santana is just that clueless.
"Did she even know that you wouldn't be home?" Quinn asks.
"I texted her." Santana surely says.
"Not according to her." Quinn says getting herself mentally prepared for a fight.
"One forgotten text isn't enough to leave and not say anything." Santana argues.
"No, but two months of pulling away and spending all your time with your new friends is." Quinn argues back.
She's going to do what she has to, to insure that her friend's marriage doesn't fall apart because she's clueless.
"I haven't-"
"Bullshit." Quinn says cutting her off. "You've been completely ignoring her. She was shocked and devastated that you were out clubbing when she thought you'd be home. Not to mention she hasn't actually seen you in six days." she starts shouting.
"I just started at a new school and need to make some friends there." Santana argues starting to shout herself.
"So that doesn't mean that you completely ignore your wife who loves you more than life itself and I thought you loved her just as much." Quinn shouts thinking that she's finally getting through that thick skull.
"They're all single and don't want to hang out with the two of us. They think she's weird and that when we're together we drive away all the single people." Santana says deflating as she realizes her mistake.
Everything Quinn is telling her is starting to sink in and she's realizing that she's been a shitty wife these last two months. She shouldn't have made her wife feel that way just for a few new friends.
"Who are you and what have you done to Santana?" Quinn asks very confused.
"What are you talking about now? I'm right here." Santana says not understanding.
"You used to protect Brittany no matter what. What happened to the Cheerio who once beat up a girl for saying that Brittany's dance wasn't good? Why would you let your new friends talk bad about Britt?" Quinn says shaking her head.
"I just wanted them to like me." Santana softly says.
Only Quinn can open her eyes and make her see that she's been an ass. She wants to shout. Yell. Make all sorts of noise protesting, but she's in the wrong.
"Are your new friends worth losing your wife?" Quinn asks knowing that questions like this are the quickest way to break through to Santana.
If you make it sound like an attack on Brittany it opens the Latina's eyes to what she's been doing wrong.
"No," Santana quietly says.
"You need to apologize and beg for her forgiveness." Quinn says shocked she didn't have more of a fight on her hands.
"I know," Santana says putting her head in her hands.
Santana sniffles trying to hold back her tears. She feels like shit for doing this to her innocent wife who only has ever loved her. Every time she feels like she's made steps forward in understanding emotions and showing them, she takes two steps back. She needs to get shit together.
"Do you think she'll forgive me?" Santana asks after several minutes of quiet.
"I would make you beg, but knowing Britt, she'll forgive you instantly. Honestly it's disgusting how quickly she forgives you." Quinn admits.
"I don't know if she will this time. A few weeks ago, she talked to me about pulling away and not spending time with her." Santana starts sighing.
"Just call her and if that doesn't work, I'll call her." Quinn says.
Quinn frowns, if they already had a talk about Santana not being around why did it continue.
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"Britt your phone's going off." Rachel shouts.
"Is it San?" Brittany asks peeking her head out of the bathroom.
"If that's who you have labeled as #1Cutie then yes." Rachel says holding the phone up.
"Tell her I don't want to talk to her right now." Brittany says before going back into the bathroom.
Rachel stares after Brittany unsure of what to do. If she answers then Santana will yell at her, if she doesn't then Santana will yell at her later. It's a lose, lose situation.
'Santana' Rachel says answering the phone.
'Why are you answering Brittany's phone? Is she okay?' Santana fires off quickly.
'She's fine, she just doesn't want to talk to you right now.' Rachel says biting her lip.
'What? Why not? I can't apologize if she won't talk to me.' Santana says getting desperate.
'Let her cool down for a few hours or the rest of the day. I'll send her home when she does okay.' Rachel tells her.
It takes another fifteen minutes before Santana finally agrees to the plan and agrees to wait.
"She's stubborn as ever." Kurt says sitting next to Rachel.
"When it comes to Brittany especially." Rachel points out.
"The best thing we can do right now is support Brittany and to be there for her." Blaine says having come in.
Brittany is in the bathroom with Lord Tubbington who is currently asleep in the tub. She just wants to cry, but is all cried out. Santana's been slowly breaking her heart and she's not sure how to forgive her. She wants to, but isn't sure how for the first time.
"Brittany, Kurt's making omelets. Do you want on?" Rachel asks through the door.
"I'll be out in a minute and yes." Brittany says before splashing water on her face.
Brittany picks up Lord Tubbington and heads out to eat.
"So Brittany, what do you plan to do?" Blaine asks knowing that the other two won't directly question the blonde.
"I don't know, lay on the couch with Lord Tubbington and watch some TV." Brittany says thinking that he's talking about right now.
"I think what Blaine was trying to say is what do you plan to do about Santana." Rachel clarifies.
"Don't think we are trying to kick you out or anything as your welcome to stay as long as you need." Kurt offers and the other two nod in agreement.
"I have to go home sometime soon." Brittany says sighing. "I won't fix my marriage by hiding from my wife. But for now I just want to hang here." she adds.
Seven hours later, Brittany is finally ready to leave after having to sit through four Broadway show movies. She can't suffer through another renditions of a song from one of the films.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night." Brittany says getting up.
"No problem," Kurt says.
"You don't have to leave. We have a few other movies we can watch." Rachel says liking having someone other than Kurt to watch with.
"I think I should head home." Brittany says. "I can't ignore my wife anymore."
"We just don't want you to feel like you have to leave if you're not ready." Kurt tells her.
"Don't worry Quinn is staying the weekend with us so I'll be fine." Brittany says scooping Lord Tubbington into her arms.
"If you need some help with Santana call us or come back if you need to place to stay." Blaine offers.
Brittany manages to find a cab that will take her and Lord Tubbington without him in a crate. She has to give the cabby an extra twenty but she gets home. Getting out of the cab, she stands in front of the building not sure if she should go in. Sure she wants to fix things with her wife, but she's also nervous. Things haven't gone well for them and she's not sure if Santana wants to fix things.
"Britt," Santana says from behind.
Brittany turns around and is shocked by the state of her wife. Said wife is currently very disheveled. It is not a look she is used to seeing her wife in ever.
"Your back," Santana says wanting to run to her wife, but holding herself back.
"Yes," Brittany says.
"Should we go in?" Santana asks after staring at each other for who knows how long.
"Yeah, Lord Tubbington is hungry." Brittany says walking in, leaving Santana standing there staring after her.
Santana is so glad that her wife is back home. Now all she has to do is grovel and hope that she's forgiven. It's not that she thinks her wife will hold a grudge or not forgive her, but it could take her a lot longer than ever before. The blonde has never been mad at her for more than two days.
"We'll make ourselves scarce so you two can talk." Quinn says as Santana comes in.
"No stay, I have to go into work." Brittany says looking up from her phone. "We'll talk when I get back, I promise." she says looking at Santana.
"Do you have to go in?" Santana asks pouting. "It's the weekend."
Brittany somehow resists rolling her eyes at their statement as her wife has been missing from her life for the last two months.
"I'll be back in two hours, three tops." Brittany says heading out.
Quinn waits for Brittany to leave before she slaps Santana on the back of the head.
"Ow!" Santana groans.
"You're an ass and an idiot." Quinn says glaring at her. "You've been miss from her life for nearly two months and you get pissy when she has to go to work for a few hours on a weekend."
"Oh yeah, I didn't think about that." Santana says sighing.
"That seems to be a problem that you are having a lot lately." Quinn points out.
"Can you stay until she comes back?" Santana asks.
"Sure," Quinn says as Santana seems so small.
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Brittany walks into the math building where they are doing their work at Columbia. She feels a lot better after seeing her wife. They're going to fix their marriage and get back on track after she comes to double check some work that Sawyer just did and maybe do a little work herself. She needs a little more time to clear her head before she just forgives her.
"Thanks for coming in." Sawyer says, a short guy in his early thirties who is a total geek and thankfully in a committed relationship.
"No problem, couldn't get Gay to come in." Brittany says starting to look over the work.
"No I couldn't get Professor Madigan or Professor Zacharies to come in on their day off." Sawyer says.
"And you didn't want to call Jay or Ann as they might try to steal your work." Brittany adds for him.
"Again thanks," Sawyer says again.
"No problem," Brittany says.
She looks over the work and finds a few little errors, but they don't change the outcome.
"I circled a few small errors that need to be fixed, but your end result is right as far as I can see." Brittany says about forty minutes later.
"So I'm on the right track." Sawyer says happy.
"Yep," Brittany says looking at her own work not wanting to actually do any right now.
"You still having problems at home?" Sawyer asks thinking that's why she's staying to work.
"When I get home we're going to talk." Brittany says.
He and the rest of her co-workers know that her and her wife are having some problems, but not the full extent they don't know.
"So you guys are working through your problems, that's great." Sawyer says. "You didn't have to come in, I hate to take you away from that."
"No, she's been leaving me alone for two months, she can handle a few hours without me." Brittany tells him.
"Well you should head home and fix your marriage." Sawyer tells her.
"I should, but I don't want to." Brittany says very conflicted by her feelings of wanting to forgive Santana and get her back at the same time.
"You want to pay her back, I get it. My girlfriend and I had some problems last year and I wanted to pay her back for going out with her friends without telling me. I did and it only made our problems worse. Trust me, you should go home." Sawyer tells her, giving her a small smile.
Brittany looks at him as she thinks about what he said. She knows that he is right, but that doesn't mean that she still doesn't want to get Santana back. Letting out a deep sigh she knows what she has to do.
"Thanks for setting me straight." Brittany says.
"No problem, I know that you would do the same for me." Sawyer says glad he could help in some way.
"We should get together sometime soon outside of work. Maybe go on a double date." Brittany suggests.
"I would like that." Sawyer agrees.
After that Brittany heads home. She's ready to fix the problems in their marriage and get back to being happy with her wife. Once she gets home, she frowns when she hears numerous voices coming from right inside the door. Opening the door she is shocked.
"Hi Britty," Whitney says pulling her daughter into a hug.
"Surprise," Gloria says.