Fall turns into winter. Instead of flying back home, Brittany celebrates the holidays with Paulette. Part of her didn't want to face Tina and Kurt and tell them about Sam's engagement to Quinn, but part of her wanted to stay in town, hoping she'd bump into Santana. She hasn't seen her, but she is dying to see her. Brittany tries not to think much of it and tells herself that she only wants to thank her, but it's getting harder and harder to convince herself, especially since she wears Santana's sweatshirt all the time and sometimes dreams about her.

She is studying an article when she gets a knock on the door. There aren't many people on campus as most people have flown back home for Christmas. But, to her surprise, it is Santana.

"Santana, what a nice surprise to see you?" Brittan says, hugging her without a second thought.

She only realizes she's hugged Santana when she feels Santana's arms wrap around her waist.

Unfortunately, the hug ends before she can really enjoy the embrace. It is then that Brittany realizes Santana is holding a gift.

"I, um, I know you're not going back home for the holidays, and I know this isn't the same as getting something from family, but I wanted to get you something for the holidays."

Brittany's smile widens as she accepts it and opens it.

Santana got a bath set with some bath bombs, a sponge, a loofa, some dried-up flowers, and a candle.

"You've been studying really hard, and I wanted to remind you how important it is to take a break."

All Brittany can think about is how thoughtful Santana is. Everything about this woman is remarkable to her.

"I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me. I'll see you when I get back. Merry Christmas, Britt."

"Merry Christmas, San."

Brittany loves the smile that appears on Santana's face. The butterflies intensify at the thought of Santana enjoying the nickname. Brittany is pretty sure she's murmured it in her sleep.

When classes resume, there is a buzz about a murder that breaks onto campus. Everyone is talking about it because Professor Shue had said his internship opened up early and that more spots were opening up.

"What's going on?" Brittany asks Rory.

"Shue's firm is defending a murder trial. His caseload is so big they're taking first-year terms.

Brittany makes her way through the crowd. Everyone is eager to find out if they have earned Professor Shue's internship.

Brittany rolls her eyes when she sees Sam and Quinn celebrating that their name was on the list but continues to push through the crowd.

Sam Evans

Dani Harper

Quinn Fabray

Rory Flanagan

Brittany Pierce

Her eyes widen in disbelief, and her smile grows.

She turns around and clenches her fist before she exclaims, "Me!"

The looks of disbelief around her amuse her but do not falter her smile.

Brittany got the internship.

She approaches Sam and Quinn, who are still shocked.

"Oh, Sam,"

Sam greets her with a nod.

"You remember when we spent those four amazing hours in the hot tub after winter formal?"

Sam smirked at her before straightening his posture after Quinn looked at him in disbelief, "I mean, no."

"This is so much better than that!" Brittany exclaims in excitement. "Excuse me; I have some shopping to do."

—-

Upon entering Schue's firm, Sam passes her. Brittany and Quinn are forced to cross paths. Brittany, not shy away from recognizing a good outfit when she sees one, compliments Quinn.

"You have a nice outfit today, Quinn."

There is an awkward silence in the air, but to her surprise, Quinn replies.

"Thanks. You do too."

It's the first nice thing they've said to each other. It's weird, but neither of them dwells on it too much.

Brittany dismisses herself and walks in the same direction as Sam had. Quinn follows right behind her.

Brittany sits between Dani and Rory while Sam and Quinn sit on the other side. They wait in silence for a brief moment before Schue walks in.

"We're defending Sugar Howell, whose very wealthy husband was found shot to death. In their McMansion."

"Gold Digger," Quinn questions.

"You'd think so since the stiff was 60, but she was rich on her own. She has some kind of fitness empire. You can buy her exercise content across all media providers. She has a large fan base."

The name sounds familiar to Brittany. "Are you talking about Sugar Motta?"

Schue puts on his glasses and glances at the paperwork, "Maiden name: Motta. You know her?"

"She's a Delta Nu! She graduated four years before me, but I used to take her class at the Los Angeles sports clubs. She is amazing. She inspired me to run my own YouTube talk show. "Brittany says with an enthusiastic smile as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"Amazing? How?" Shue asks

"She can make you lose 3 pounds in one class. She is completely gifted."

"Well, in all likelihood, she is completely guilty as well. She was seen standing over her dead body."

"By who?" Sam questioned.

"The 26-year-old daughter and the pool boy."

Their conversation is interrupted.

'Sorry, I'm late. Excuse me."

Brittany recognized the voice immediately but is still surprised to see Santana.

"This is Santana Lopez, another associate. Top 3 in her class and former editor of Harvard Law Review."

Brittany can't help but be impressed. Everything made sense now.

"You probably have seen him lurking around campus doing my research."

"Thanks for the introduction."

Brittany smiles at her and mouths a greeting. Santana smiles at her in response.

Their small moment is interrupted by Shue.

"The gun is missing. The coroner said he'd been dead 30 minutes when the cops arrived, giving Sugar plenty of time to stash it."

"I just don't think Sugar could have done this. Excessive gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands." The looks people are giving her make her think she's said something dumb, but Santana's encouraging smile makes her continue. "They just don't."

—-

"I didn't do it," Brittany hears Sugar say.

Brittany and her classmates, along with Professor Schue and his associates, were interviewing Sugar at the jail.

"I walked in; I saw my husband laying on the floor. I bent down to check his heart, screamed my head off, and then Blaine ran inside."

"Okay, your step-daughter and the pool boy came in where they saw you were hovering over his body covered in his blood," Schue presses.

"Why would I kill my husband?"

"Insurance, a love affair, pure unadulterated hate red. Believe me, the D.A. Will come up with plenty of reasons."

"I loved him."

"He was 34 years older than you. That doesn't look so good to a jury."

'Then send them a picture of his dick," Sugar says, annoyed at the accusation Schue was throwing at her, "That might clear a few things up."

Brittany smirks as she thinks to herself that it was a good comeback.

"Sugar," Schue tries, "I believe you, but the jury is going to want an alibi."

"Well, I can't give you that. If you put me on the stand, I'll lie."

'Well, I guess we are done for today," Schue says before packing up his things and heading out.

Everyone scrambles to follow closely behind him.

Brittany is the last to leave, purposefully. She slows down and looks at Sugar, hiding a smile and hoping Sugar would recognize her.

"Hey, I know you."

"I'm a Delta Nu. I am a huge fan of yours," Brittany says happily.

"You took my class in L.A. You had the best high kick I've ever seen. Are you one of my lawyers?"

Still shocked by the compliment, Brittany responds, "Yeah, sort of."

"Well, thank god one of you has a brain."

The guard takes Sugar away, but Brittany is over the moon.

Sugar remembers her, and she got to see Santana again. Not only that, but she will get to see her almost daily.