"We're here covering the trial of Sugar Hayward or otherwise known as her stage name Sugar Motta, a self-made fitness module. Now you may remember, she's charged with the milder of her husband, a wealthy and beloved dentist, Carl Howard. First to testify are the victim's daughter and ex-wife," The bailiff says to the courtroom as they stand, "The superior court of Suffolk County is now in session. The honorable Judge Mercedes Jones presiding. You may be seated."

Brittany, along with everyone in the courtroom, sat down. She and her peers were sitting in the first row on the defendant's sign right behind Sugar, Santana, and Mr. Schue.

"And where was she exactly?" The prosecutor asked.

"Standing over my father's dead body." The daughter responded.

"And what was the defendant doing?" The prosecutor asks the ex-wife.

"Well, she was sitting Next to the pool, topless while the Euroasian boy handed her a drink."

Mr. Schue and Santana share a look. This was not looking good for their client. The persecution has built up a strong case.

"Mr. Anderson, can you tell us what this is?" The persecutor asks as she holds up a blue thong and a bow tie.

"My uniform," the Eurasian responds.

"This is your uniform that Mrs. Motta asked you to wear while cleaning her pool?" She asks again for clarification.

Judge Mercedes looks at him with curiosity written on her face.

Mr. Anderson leans in and looks directly at the prosecutor, "Yes."

"And were you or not having an affair with Sugar Motta?"

Several gasps can be heard in the courtroom.

"Define affair."

"Have you and Mrs. Motta had sexual relations?"

"Yes. Okay? Yes."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the court will convene tomorrow morning at 9 A.M. We're adjourned."

"You know a Delta Nu would never sleep with a man who wears a thong."

"Never!"

"I just liked watching him clean the filter," Sugar explains.

"I know. I believe you, Sugar," Brittany says as Sugar is pulled away and towards the back.

"Take care of me, Britt."

"I will."

"You broke his nose," Brittany says as she waits in line to get a drink of water.

She was in the middle of returning Paulette's call after receiving an urgent text from Paulette, who was in the hospital. She had broken the Asian man's nose while doing the Bend and Snap.

"My Snap was all over the place," Paulette explains over the phone."

"I'll be there as soon as four is out. We have to cross-examine Blaine but don't worry. My friend Tina once broke down while dedicating a song to her crush. They're engaged."

"Really?" Paulette asks needed all the reassurance she could get.

"Mhm," Brittany responds with a smile before ending the call.

Blaine cuts in front of her just as she steps up to the fountain to take a drink. To prove her frustration, she begins to tap her shows. This annoys Blaine, who turns around and wipes his mouth with a smug and arrogant look on his face as he looks at Brittany's shoes.

"Don't stop your little-last-season Prada shoes at me, Honey," Blaine says with an attitude that causes him to sway his head.

"These aren't last season," Brittany states at his retrieving figure before she gasps as her eyes widen in shock.

She rushes back to the courtroom to share the discovery that now seems so obvious to her.

"Santana!" She says as she nears the older yet shorter woman., "He's gay! Blaine is gay!" She tells her without conviction.

"What?" Santana asks with confusion.

"Sam," Brittany asks as she turns around, "What kind of shows are these?" She asks, trying to love her point.

"Uh," Sam takes a moment to look at Brittany's shoes, "Black ones?" He responds with uncertainty.

"See!" Brittany says with a smile as she turns to look at Santana again.

Mr. Schue, who overheard the conversation, approached them.

"What are you talking about?"

"Blaine is gay. He is not Sugar's lover. He is making it up."

"Wait. Hold up. Okay, so he's a little feminine, but with that fashion sense, I don't know. How do you know he's gay and not European?"

"Gay men know designers. Straight men don't," Brittany says.

"You know," Sugar says as she gets up from her seat, "He did have a Cher playlist that he played from a speaker as he cleaned my poolhouse a few times."

Brittany smiled at the confirmation of her suspicions and looked at Santana, hoping she would follow her gut instinct, too.

"While I appreciate your masterful theory," Mr. Schue starts, "I have a murder trial to attend to." He finishes it ending the discussion. "Santana?" He says as he looks at Santana with a stern look.

"Okay," Santana responds to the in said request to be prepared.

When he turns away, Santana looks at Brittany, who is hopeful.

"I'll take care of it; thanks," Santana says with a smile.

Brittany loves that Santana was listening to her and that she wasn't dismissing her as Mr. Schue had.

"Mr. Anderson, do you have any proof that you and Mrs. Motta were having an affair?" Mr. Schue asks Blaine Anderson, who was on the stand, for cross-examination.

"Only the love in my heart," he says.

Brittany isn't buying it. Sugar can't believe she has to listen to this phony information. He is lying.

"Well, if that's all the proof that he has, your honor, I think I am done."

Judge Mercedes turns to Blaine and begins to tell him he is dismissed when Santana stands up.

"I'd like to ask a few questions, your honor," she announces.

Santana waits for a nod from Judge Jones before she approaches Mr. Schue.

"Just give me a couple of minutes," Santana tells him.

Mr. Schue nods, but he is not too happy with this. Nonetheless, he takes his seat in the defendant's area.

"Did you ever take Mrs. Motta on a date?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In a restaurant where no one could recognize us.

"How long have you been sleeping with Mrs. Motta?"

"3 months."

There is no pause between the questions. Instead, Santana kept asking another after another.

"And your boyfriend's name is?"

"Sebastian," Blaine answers without a beat.

"Right."

Blaine only realizes his mistake when the courtroom gasps in unison.

"Silence," Judge Jones demands.

"Pardon me!" Blaine says in an attempt to correct his mistake.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson," Santana says as she turns around.

"I was confused. I thought you meant friends. Sebastian is just a friend."

"Oh, oka," Santana says, not buying it.

"You bitch!" Someone says in the courtroom.

Everyone turns to see who said it.

It was a rather handsome man with big front teeth. He grabs his blazer before making his way through the aisle and towards the door.

"Sebastian, wait!" Blaine calls out to him as he stands up.

Chatter can be heard throughout the courtroom.

"Silence in my courtroom. Sit down, Mr. Anderson," Judge Jones demands.

It is to no avail.

"Silence in my courtroom!" Judge Mercedes demands anew.

Santana retakes her seat.

Mr. Schue turns to look at Santana, "How did I miss that? You were great."

Brittany can't stop smiling. Not only did Santana take her suggestion seriously, but she also used it to get them a break in the case. Her smile only grows when Santana turns to look at her with a smile. In response to Santana mouthing the words, "You're a genius, Britt. Thank you," Brittany nods.

The lawyers and staff begin to leave Mr. Schue's law firm as the day ends. Brittany says goodnight to some of them as they leave. She is going to go home soon, too.

Quinn, carrying a stack of files, informs her that Mr. Schue needs to speak with her in his office before she leaves. She offers to help Quinn, who refuses. Quinn informs her that he already has his coffee and that she will soon take him his donut after she is done filing some paperwork. Wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, she makes her way over to her office.

After knocking on Mr. Schue's door, he lets her in. Brittany takes a seat on one of his chairs.

Something in her gut is telling her there is something off about this situation.

"Is everything all right?" She asks.

Mr. Schue puts down the document in his hands and sits near Brittany.

"You followed your intuition today, and you were right on target. I should have listened."

That was not what Brittany was expecting.

"Thank you," she says.

"About the alibi," he begins to say but is interrupted.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm impressed that you took the initiative to go get it. That's what makes a good lawyer. And on top of that, you gained the client's trust and kept it. That's what makes a great lawyer. You're smart, Brittany.."

Brittany smiles at the compliment coming from her Professor.

"Smarter than most of the guys on my payroll," he adds for good measure.

"Have you thought about where you might be a summer associate?"

"Oh, um, not really. I know it's really competitive."

"Well, you know all about the competition's really about, don't you? It's about ferocity, carnage, Balancing human intelligence with animal diligence. Knowing exactly what you want and how far you'll go to get it," He puts his hand on her thigh, "How far will you go?"

At that moment, Quinn sees the interaction but decides not to interrupt. She doesn't see Brittan pushing Mr. Schue's hand away.

"Are you hitting on me?" Brittany says with hurt and disgust in her voice.

"You're a beautiful girl."

"So everything you just said..."

She knew it was too good to be true. Apart from Santana, no one really believes in her. They don't take her seriously. They see her as a Barbie. A plaything.

"I'm a man who knows what he wants."

"And I'm a law student who just realized her professor is a pathetic jerk."

With that, Brittany makes her way out but not before Mr. Schue could teller her, "Too bad. I thought you were a law student who wanted to be a lawyer!'

She hates it. She hates how very few people have taken her seriously in her life. She feels like crying, but she won't. Not here. She gathers her things and makes her way towards the elevator.

Quinn stops the elevator doors from shutting with her briefcase.

"You almost had me fooled," She says with attitude.

"What?" Brittany says.

"Maybe you should sleep with the jury, too, then we can win the case."

The assumption tried to those words from someone Brittany now considered a friend hurt more than anything she'd heard that night. But is that really what people thought of her? Did they think she slept around to get things in life?

She is only a few feet away from the exit when she runs into Santana, who instantly knows something's wrong.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked with a voice laced with concern.

Brittany has tears forming in her eyes. But, she refuses to cry here.

"Law school was a mistake; This internship was a mistake," is all that Brittany says as she makes her way towards to exit.

She can hear Santana calling her name and asking her to wait, but Brittany doesn't. So instead, Brittany continues walking down the block, trying to get a cab.

With a tuck on her arm, Brittany turns around.

"What are you walking about. You earned it. Did something happen?"

"That's the thing, Santana. I didn't earn anything. Schuster only gave me that stupid internship because he likes how I look," Unable to fight tears, she tells Santana about the interaction that occurred moments before. "He made his intentions clear tonight when he tried to feel me up."

"He did what?" Santana says as she clenched her teeth in anger.

Brittany cant find it in herself to repeat it. It makes her want to throw up.

"Forget it. I am going back home. No more suits. No more pantyhose. No more trying to be something that I'm just," She pauses her words, not wanting to say it because she's learned so much and because Santana makes her believe in herself, "That I'm just not."

"Britt," Santana says with a soft voice, "What if you're trying to be somebody you are? I mean, the hell with Schue, or Sam, or any of the people who can't see what I see," Santana finishes as she reaches for Brittany's hand. "S-stay. Please."

The way Santana looks at her like she's the best thing in the world makes her feel like she is, but she wants to be far away from this place.

"Call me if you're ever in California, Okay? I'd love to go out on a date with you and see where things can go."

New tears form in her eyes when she sees tears fall from Santana's eyes when she closes them. Brittany reaches up to cup her face to while them.

"We would have been something really amazing. I know it," She leans in and whispers that she is sorry before kissing her softly on the lips and pulling away.

Santana nods as Brittany successfully hails a cab. She helps her get in and closes the door, kissing her hand and resting it on the window. They share a sad smile when Brittany pleases her hand on the window before the cab drives away.