The next morning Santana showed up early to the theatre. She followed the long hallway down to Bradley's office. Just as she was about to knock the door opened and Santana round herself face to face with Brittany.

"Oh hey," Santana's eyes dropped to the ground.

"Hey," Brittany smiled kindly, slightly charmed by Santana's nervousness.

Santana hefted her eyes off of the floor and looked at Brittany, "I actually wanted to talk to you before I talk to him." She pointed to the door that was open behind Brittany.

"Yeah?" Brittany questioned.

The brunette nodded, "Yeah. I, um, wanted to make sure it was okay with you if I joined the cast. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."

It took a lot of willpower on Brittany's part not to squeal with excitement. Instead she let out a hundred watt smile, "It's fine with me."

Santana smiled at the look on Brittany's face and nodded, "Um, thanks. I just didn't want it to be awkward or anything."

"It's no problem," Brittany glanced down the hallway.

"Okay, well I'm going to…go talk to Bradley now," Santana nervously stumbled thought the words before slipping past Brittany into the office. She took a deep breath once the door was closed behind her. No one had ever made her that nervous in her whole life.

Bradley smiled as Santana tentatively stepped closer to his desk, "Hello Santana. How are you?"

"Great," Santana nodded, walking to the chairs in front of his desk.

"Have you made a decision?"

She nodded, "I'd love to be part of your show." She didn't add that the reason she really wanted to be part of the show was the blonde that was in the hallway and a really vivid dream she had of what she and said blonde used to do. The past due notices on her kitchen counter were a good motivator as well.

He clapped his hands together, "Great. Let's get to the paperwork."

After carefully reading over her contract and negotiating a little, Santana walked out of the office satisfied. She had a job that required doing two things she loved. She got to take a break from school for a while. She got paid regularly and she got to see Brittany again, everyday for the next week. "So far, so good," she mumbled under her breath before going to the stage to join the rest of the cast.

Rachel immediately officially introduced her to everyone and right after that, Brittany started dance practice. After a couple hours of a grueling dance work out, Rachel called lunch.

"You're picking up the choreography very quickly," Rachel told Santana who jumped off the stage to stand by her.

Santana nodded, "Thanks."

Brittany joked around with a few other members of the cast and Rachel watched as Santana followed the blonde's movements.

"Ready to go?" she asked, interrupting Santana's trance.

Santana snapped her head toward Rachel and nodded, "Yeah."

"I hope you don't mind," Rachel added, "Brittany wanted to see Quinn before she left town again so I invited her."

"Oh," Santana was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered, "That's fine."

When they got to the restaurant, Quinn was already sitting at a small round table for four. When she saw the three women, she immediately smiled and stood to hug them all in turn.

"How have you guys been?" Quinn asked Brittany and Santana.

Santana didn't answer immediately so Brittany jumped in, "Great. I just go back from being on tour and now I'm working with the cast of Rachel's show."

"Oh yeah, she told me," Quinn smiled, "How long were you gone?"

"Eight months," Brittany stated.

The other blonde's eyes widened, "That's awesome Brit." She looked over at Santana, "Did you go meet up with her anywhere?"

Santana looked at Rachel for direction. She just assumed that Quinn knew.

"Oh," Rachel immediately diffused the question, by quietly added, "They're not together anymore."

"What?" Quinn's mouth dropped open. Then she looked at Santana with the undeniable air of what-did-you-do.

Santana just averted her eyes to her drink.

"So," Rachel broke the tension, "Why don't you tell Quinn about your apartment?"

Santana took a deep breath, "Um, there's two bedrooms and you'd have your own bathroom. It's not that big, but it's fairly cheap and it's close to the subway."

"I was sold at my own bathroom," Quinn grinned.

"Cool," Santana nodded, "I can help you move in after rehearsal."

Quinn nodded, "Thank you so much. I don't know how much more of sleeping on a couch I can do."

"No problem," Santana answered, noticing that Brittany was being really quiet. That's when she added, "We can even have a house-warming party."

At the sound of the word party, Rachel beamed, "Yes! It'll be amazing. I'll go call the caterer." Before anyone could stop her she rose from the table and whipped out her phone.

"She hasn't changed at all," Quinn smiled and sipped her water. She looked over at Brittany, "So where are you living these days?"

The blonde shrugged, "I'm staying with Rachel and Puck right now, but I'm going to Chicago next week. Then I guess I'll look for somewhere to live in LA again."

Santana quietly sighed. She liked seeing Brittany around the city. She didn't want her to leave.

Fortunately Quinn voiced her opposition, "You should move back here." She smiled tried to entice Brittany into it. "Knowing Rachel, she'll produce three or four shows a year, plus I know people that are always looking for a good dancer. And Rachel, Puck, Santana, and I are here. We could go out like all the time."

Brittany bit her lip, obviously thinking it over. "Maybe."

In her head Santana had a better list of reasons Brittany should stay, but she didn't feel it was her place to tell her ex that since it was cold in New York a lot that Brittany would get to wear her vast collection of scarves, her favorite accessory, more often or that she couldn't wander around the Museum of Natural History on a whim if she didn't move back or that even the cynical people of the city can't help, but smile back at her or that her favorite gelato vendor just opened up a storefront. There were hundreds of reasons Santana could rattle off for days, but she didn't. She just quietly sipped her water, waiting for the subject to change.

When Rachel got back, the conversation turned to party planning. That consumed the rest of their lunch. Quinn hopped a cab back to work, while Rachel, Santana, and Brittany walked back to the rehearsal space.

As soon as they were done, Brittany and Rachel were called in to see Bradley. Santana checked her phone and saw a text from Quinn to call as soon as she was done. She called Quinn and gave her the address, telling her that she was going to change clothes then she'd help her move her stuff.

"So," Rachel carefully added while she was sitting in her kitchen with Brittany, "Is it weird working with Santana?"

The blonde paused with a thoughtful look on her face. She gave a nod, "It is I guess. I just…miss her. I love being around her." She gave a small sigh, "All my friends say I shouldn't want to be with her anymore, but ... She's…Santana."

Rachel nodded, "I understand."

After a pause, Brittany drummed her fingers on the counter, "I'm really thinking about moving back to New York. It was hard to be here at first and that's why I moved, but I…feel like I need to be here now."

Rachel put a reassuring hand on Brittany's hand, "You don't have to explain to me. I understand how crazy love can be. I mean I'm living with Noah Puckerman."

Brittany chuckled as Puck walked in, "You rang?"

The brunette smiled at him and shook her head, "Brittany might be moving back to New York."

He grinned, "That's great."

"Just don't tell anyone," Brittany told them, "At least not until I decide for sure."

They both nodded.

Rachel finally slid off of the counter, "C'mon Noah. We should go help Quinn move in with Santana."

Puck looked at Brittany, "Are you coming?"

The blonde nodded. She wasn't going to miss a chance to see Santana, no matter how uncomfortable it was.

Santana got off of her couch when she heard a knock on the door. She trotted over and opened the door, finding Quinn, Rachel, Puck, and Brittany all with box filled arms.

With a few properly placed boxes and trips up and down the stairs, Santana and Brittany managed to not say much to each other. The whole experience was grueling for Brittany who was helping Quinn move into the apartment she used to share with Santana.

As Santana and Quinn brought up the last of Quinn's stuff, they heard Brittany talking in the living room.

"I would love to," Brittany said with a smile in her voice, "I'll be there in a few… Okay bye."

When they rounded the corner, Santana saw Brittany turn to Rachel and Puck who were sitting on the couch, "I gotta go. I'm meeting Aiden. He got tickets to one of my favorite singers." She beamed and hugged them both. "I'll see you at home?"

Rachel smiled, "Definitely."

Brittany walked toward the door and saw Santana and Quinn walking in.

Quinn, who apparently heard what Brittany told Rachel and Puck, smiled at Brittany, "Have fun and thanks for helping me move in."

"No problem," Brittany smiled, "Call me later and we can go out before I leave town." Then she tentatively turned to Santana, "Bye."

Santana let out a forced smile, "Bye."

The blonde just nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her.

About an hour later, Santana and Quinn were milling around their apartment, cleaning up and throwing away old packing materials. Rachel and Puck had left because Puck had a gig at a small coffee shop to get to.

"So," Quinn finally asked, "Why did you break up with B?"

Santana knew it was coming and took a deep breath before answering, "Because we weren't working out."

"Nice try," Quinn rolled her eyes, "Next excuse." She crumpled up some old newspaper and tossed it into the recycle bin that they'd moved to the door of her room.

"Puck thinks it's because I think I was holding her back," Santana shrugged.

The blonde sat on her finally made bed and leaned back, supporting herself with her arms, "C'mon Santana. We live together. This could go on for months. Why don't you just tell me the truth?"

Santana bit the inside of her cheek. She'd been spreading all kinds of rumors about why they broke up, none of which was the real thing. She hadn't told anyone the real reason. She didn't even tell Brittany the real reason.

But Quinn was right. They did live together and Quinn could make life hell for her very easily. Plus, there were only two people in the world that knew when Santana Lopez was lying. Brittany was one. Unfortunately Quinn was the other one.

"Fine," Santana dropped onto the bed next to Quinn and drew a shaky breath, "I don't know. I just woke up one day a got scared. I've been with the same person for four years. I've never been alone. I wondered if I was strong enough to make it on my own or if I always needed a crutch. It's stupid I know. Then I really started to wonder if I was holding Brittany back. Maybe she was staying because I needed her." Santana shook her head, "I just let that sit in my head for weeks before I finally broke up wit her."

Quinn, ever being the blunt one, added, "I believe that's the dumbest thing you've ever done."

Santana rolled her eyes and stood up, "Gee thanks."

"Where are you going?" Quinn asked, watching Santana walked out of her room.

She was met with a single word answer that was carelessly thrown over Santana's shoulder. "Out."