The next morning Brittany woke up with a surging pain in her stomach, it was a strange yet recognizable feeling. She clutched her stomach and crawled up in a fetus position.
Collin groaned beside her, hearing the sound of the alarm go off, made him furious. He swatted his hand at it and the clock went flying through the room. Figuring he still had a couple of minutes, he turned to face Brittany. "Hey babe." Brittany squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to make the pain go away, by shutting everything else out. "Brittany." he said more firmly.

Collin pulled the covers off of her. He noticed her curled up into a ball and he snatched her arm roughly, from the tight grip she had around herself. "When you hear me call you, you answer!" she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, afraid to face him. "My stomach, it hurts." She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and tried to stand up, only to be pulled back down. "I said your name for a reason." He pulled her down on top of him. With hands still clutched to her stomach, Brittany tried to protest, but when she opened her mouth the words just wouldn't come out.

Collin flipped them over and Brittany moaned in agony. "Please, don't." she pleaded with him. But he was having none of it, not today.

"You used to love it when we played rough." He tore off her tank top, almost ripped it in half and threw it on the floor. Once it was off, he struggled with the bra, using both hands, determined to get it undone on his own.
In her mind, Brittany imagined that the hands violating her body, were Santana's. She imagined that they were soft and smelled of lavender and vanilla; she imagined Santana's soft lips nibbling at her neck, whispering soothing words in her ear. There was no rush, and her tears were those of joy.
She imagined this, to spare herself pain, to spare herself from hurting, from going under.

He entered her roughly with three fingers, Brittany screamed out in pain, she covered her face in shame. He pumped lazily, in his mind pretending that this was what she actually wanted, what she craved. He pretended that she was enjoying it.
When in fact, this was the only way he could have her.

Harder, faster, her soul was burning deeply within. "Stop, please. Stop." She pleaded once more. Collin looked down at her, sweat dripping from his face, down on to her breasts.
She felt so disgusted.
He withdrew his fingers and wiped them on his boxers, which he then pulled down.
Fear took over and Brittany began trashing underneath him, begging him to stop. Promising him anything he wanted. He said nothing, instead he held her in place and her body weakened as she felt herself succumbing to his mercy.

All she could think about was Santana's touch upon her cold, bare skin.
Like a dog, Collin pumped away, breathing heavily above her. The pain only grew and she knew that something was definitely wrong. Brittany bit down on her hand to keep herself from screaming out loud again.
After a while, Collin got bored and searched the floor for the alarm clock. "Fuck!" He pulled out of her. "Shit! I'm gonna be late, damnit Brittany!"

She was bleeding. Heavily. "Great, you're on the rag and you don't tell me? I don't have time for a fucking shower. Fuck!" he raised his hand, Brittany flinched and shut her eyes as his hand came down hard on her cheek.
Only once this time.
It stung. She hissed as she brushed over it with the back of her hand.

She didn't move a muscle, until she heard the front door slam shut. Slowly she reached for the phone on the night stand and with trembling fingers, punched in '911.'
"I need an ambulance."

~2 years earlier, during a spontaneous visit to Lima~

Brittany had found out she was pregnant. As a final desperate attempt, she had decided to turn to Quinn, ask her for help.

"I don't know what to tell you, at least you have Collin by your side and you guys are really happy and you know that he will support you no matter what. Also I think that you're ready." Brittany sighed loudly. "Wait, this is about the baby, right? It's not about something else?" Quinn looked at the hardly visible bump poking out from under her shirt. So tempted to touch it. Brittany saw the look in her eyes and therefore brought her own hands to her belly and smoothed out the crease in her shirt.

"What something else, could it possibly be about?"

"Santana, and how madly in love she still is with you? Otherwise, I figured you would've been talking to her about this."

"I would, but she's never been pregnant and to be honest I don't think she even likes kids."

"Is this what it's about? Are you worried she wouldn't like your kid? Trust me Brittany, as much as she likes you, she is absolutely going to love a mini you." Hearing this somehow cheered Brittany up, but she still wasn't sure on how she was going to tell Collin.
Either way it would have to wait, because the whole reason for the trip had been to gather all the former gleeks together, a well over due dinner awaited them

Brittany's phone buzzed. She flipped it open to read the text; Hey babe, I won't be able to make it tonight. Call me in the morning, I'll be at the hotel.

She was used to Collin bailing on her, but this wasn't something she thought he'd even consider bailing on. They were married and compromises were to be made. Never did he consider that there were feelings at stake. Never hers, anyway.

Brittany threw her phone to the ground and watched it bounce a few feet, before coming to a complete stop at Quinn's feet. Although she seemed rather calm, she was screaming on the inside.

"What was that about?" Quinn asked curiously, as she picked up the phone and placed it on the table. "Nothing, it was, nothing. It was just, Collin. He's not coming." Quinn wore a crooked smile and gave her a nod, just as if to say, she already knew. "Well then, that's a shame. He doesn't know what he's missing out on. It's okay Brittany. I'll call Santana and have her pick you up. I would offer to give you a ride myself, but after I've gotten all of my rugrats packed up, it doesn't leave much room."
Brittany smiled when she thought of all three of Quinn's little monsters.
There was Riley who was 7, Zoey who was 6 and Taylor who was 4.

"How's the hubby then?" Brittany asked, not wanting to sound too intruding, but she also didn't want it to be all about her. Although she wasn't all too coherent, deep down she did care and she was interested, she just had a hard time taking in anything at the moment.

"Oh, you mean the father of my children? I wouldn't know. He's away on business three weeks of the month, the remaining week; he spends drinking with his buddies. We're lucky if we're able to squeeze in one Sunday dinner into his busy schedule. But what can I do, the girls absolutely adore him. I can't kill their dream. I can't take it all away from them." The iPhone on the coffee table lit up. It was Santana Quinn contemplated on what to reply to her text with. "Santana will always be Santana, won't she? There will never be a change in that one." Brittany cocked her head. "What?" Instantly Quinn regretted saying anything. "Oh, nothing, never mind." She plastered on a smile as she began to text her back.

6:33pm, From: Santana Lopez
Hey Fabray. So, no one really told me what was happening tonight. I thought I'd swing by your place around 7:30, we're taking Ariel's car. Just hit me back, so I know what the plan is.

Ariel. Quinn had completely forgotten about her and it seemed like everything was just blowing up in her face. "Are you excited about seeing everyone tonight?" She asked, trying to be as discretely as possible. Brittany shrugged. "I guess."

6:41, From: Quinn Fabray
Brittany's here. You can't bring Ariel, I'm so sorry, but I think it's for the best if you don't. Be here no later than 7:30, you're taking B in your car. It will be fine, I promise. Just talk to her.

"Yeah, I mean. It's not like we all get to hang every day. I see Mike and Tina occasionally and obviously Puck. No one's ever tempted to come back to Lima though and I understand them. Who'd ever want to be stuck here for the rest of their life? I sure as hell didn't think I would be." The sound of something crashing to the floor could be heard.

"MOM!" Quinn rolled her eyes at the high pitched voice coming from upstairs. "Zoey, you better give it back. Don't make me come up there!" She knew her daughters all too well. Brittany raised a questioning eyebrow. "No, no. Don't judge me, puh-lease. I know one of them is responsible for this and that's good enough." A chuckle came from the stairs. Brittany turned around in time to see Taylor jump the last three steps. "Zoey did it." she said and ran as fast as her little legs would take her, right into the arms of Brittany. "Hey munchkin."

Quinn stormed upstairs. "You girls have 10minutes to get ready, or you're staying home." Riley stomped her feet. "But mom! No! Mike has the new DS and he promised me I could play!" Mike, the dancer, the tech geek, the pretty boy, who couldn't sing. "Mom, mom, mom, mommy, mommy." Zoey repeated, pulling on Quinn's sleeve. "What child, what do you want?" She asked jokingly, and picked her up and swung her around, until she felt dizzy. Quinn threw herself down on Zoey's bed.

It felt good to just, sit still for a change, to not have to tend to anything, immediately anyway. She sat up and and exhaled deeply. "Oh my goodness! Riley! What happened to your eye?" She rushed over to her eldest daughter. "Baby, what happened?" When she didn't answer, she turned to Zoey. "I said I was sorry. But she was saying bad things about auntie Brittany." Quinn calmed herself. Even though she was furious and wanted to put them both in time out, she thought she'd at least hear them out. "Riley said that, Preston at school, said that, God doesn't like auntie Brittany, because she is a sinner."
'A sinner?' Quinn got on her knees. She took her middle daughter's hands in hers. "Sweetie, what do you mean?" Zoey pressed her lips together, like she was keeping the biggest secret in the world. "Preston said that, Brittany likes girls, and he said that God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. He said that Brittany's an abomination. Mom, I don't know what that means. Riley said that auntie Brittany and auntie Tana will go to hell and I don't want that to happen, so I hit her."

They were too young, she thought. They didn't need to know about these things, not now, not ever. "Okay. Zoey, yes it was wrong of your sister to say that, but you can not hit people. Ever! Do you understand?" Zoey nodded and looked shamefully to the floor. "No one's going to hell. You can't help who you fall in love with. Riley, come here." She placed her hands on Riley's shoulders, gave them a squeeze and came down to her level. "You are my daughter and no daughter of mine is going to spread hate. I did not raise you like that. I know you know better. Riley, whatever this Preston kid has been feeding you with, he is wrong, so wrong. When Brittany and Santana were as young as you, they formed a friendship and they promised each other the world." Riley's eyes lit up. "Like you and daddy?" Quinn swallowed hard, she hated lying to her kids. But until she figured out a way to tell them what was going on, lying was all she could do. "Yeah, like me and daddy. So do you see now? That love is all the same, whether it's with a boy, or a girl, there is no difference. Whatever you choose to be, is not up to anyone else to judge, got it? God makes no mistakes. Sometimes we learn that the hard way. But I want you guys to know, that no matter the decisions you make in life, I will love you all the same and nothing will ever change that."

Quinn's phone buzzed again, Taylor picked it up, unlocked it and tried to make sense of the letters in front of her. Auntie B, what does it say?

7:01 pm, From: Santana Lopez
I'm doing this for Brittany, not you, remember that. Brittany is my one and only, nothing is ever going to change that.

"Let me see, it says..." Brittany saw the letters, she saw how they began to form words, but she couldn't make sense of them. "It's for your mommy, lets leave it for her read, okay, kiddo?"