A few days went by and Santana had a rare day off of rehearsals so she went out to run some errands before going home to take a much-needed nap. When she opened the door her heart stopped when she saw blonde hair sticking out from the top of the couch. She flashed back to a year ago when Brittany would sit there and study.

However when Quinn turned around and smiled at her, her stomach dropped. "Need any help?"

Santana looked down at the groceries in her arms and gave a halfhearted nod, "Yeah."

"Is it okay if Beth comes over and spends the night?" Quinn asked, "I haven't seen her in a while and before I didn't have somewhere she could stay."

Santana nodded numbly, "Yeah that's fine."

The blonde helped put the groceries away, "Are you okay?"

Santana ignored the question and closed up the cabinets.

Quinn's voice got to the whisper quiet it did when she was being serious and was about to delve into someone ready or not, "Have you cried?"

"What?" Santana asked, her voice shaking. She knew where Quinn was going with this.

"Have you cried since you broke up with Brittany?"

Santana started to walk off to her room, "What does that have to do with anything?"

The blonde stopped Santana cold with a sentence, "Does that four years mean nothing to you?"

Fire blazed in Santana's eyes when as she whirled on Quinn. She gritted her teeth and got within an inch of Quinn's face, "You know they did."

"And you haven't cried once," Quinn was a little nervous under the harsh glare, but she could see Santana's anger start to break down so she stood firm. "She was your best friend. She made you smile when no one else could. You may not have told her often, but I know you loved her." Quinn saw the tears in Santana's eyes start to form so she went on with her speech, hoping to break down the barrier the other girl had built up, "I see the way you look at me when you just get home. You're disappointed. I don't know if it's my hair or if it's just someone in the apartment, but you miss her. Everyday."

"Shut up," came out of Santana's mouth less forcefully than she would have like.

Quinn shook her head, "And you go out drinking all the time to numb the pain so you won't have to feel what it's like to be without her." The blonde's voice got more sympathetic, "I bet when you someone calls her name you look around to see if it's her. And that when you hear her favorite song you smile a little because you can remember her singing along. Santana, you've been with Brittany for longer than most people's marriages last and you've been best friends for even longer than that. You can't tell me that it doesn't hurt everyday."

Santana angrily wiped at her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. She would be damned if she was going to cry in front of Quinn.

"There's still a chance," Quinn added, putting her hand on Santana's shoulder.

Rage filled Santana's eyes. She knocked Quinn's hand off of her shoulder and yelled, "No there's not! I fucked up, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" At this point tears were billowing out of her eyes, "I miss her and I still love her, but I hurt her! There's no going back from that!" Santana picked up the closest movable thing to her and hurled it against the wall. Quinn watched as the bottle of wine shattered against the wall.

Then Quinn did the only thing she could think of to do. She pulled Santana into her arms, holding the sobbing girl to her. Santana fought for a few seconds, trying to push Quinn away, but when the blonde kept holding onto her, Santana disintegrated into tears. She buried her face in Quinn's shoulder and clung to the back of her shirt, balling the material into her fists.

All Quinn could do was rub her back and let her know that she was there for her. The pain in Santana's face made tears form in her eyes, but she wasn't going to cry. She needed to be strong for her friend.

After a while they moved to the couch to sit down. Quinn continued to comfort Santana as best she could. Finally when Santana calmed down she pulled away. She just looked at Quinn. Finally when she found some words to say a knock on the door beat her to it.

Quinn just gave Santana a hopeful smile and walked to the door. When she opened it she was met with a, "Mama Q!"

Quinn beamed with Beth jumped into her arms, "Hey baby." She looked up at Shelby who was smiling at the two. "Thanks for bringing her over."

"No problem," Shelby smiled and looked around, "I'm glad you found a place to live."

"C'mon in," Quinn picked up Beth and ushered Shelby in.

Beth spotted Santana on the couch, "Aunt Santy!"

The little girl ran over to Santana, blonde curls bouncing on the way. When she rounded the couch Beth's smile faded, she looked Santana, "What's wrong?"

Santana sniffled and forced a smile, "I'm fine, I just hurt myself."

"Where?" Beth asked, tilting her head to the side.

Santana thought quickly and lifted her finger, "I smashed my finger."

The little girl took Santana's hand in her own and kissed the tip of Santana's finger, "All better?"

The simple action caused Santana to flash back to how Brittany would do that every time Santana hurt herself. She hugged the little girl and smiled as she fought again to keep the tears in her eyes. "I'm going to go take a shower okay. Then maybe we could take Mama Q out?"

Beth beamed, "Yay."

Santana patted her head and stood up, making her way to her bathroom giving a brief wave to Shelby before closing the door to her bathroom and locking the door. As she turned the shower on she couldn't get her clothes off fast enough. Once she was under the warm spray, she broke down again.

"What happened in here?" Shelby asked, smelling the wine on the floor before she saw it.

"Oh, we had an accident," Quinn replied and picked up a kitchen town to soak up the white wine on the floor, "Something came over me while I was singing along to Lady Gaga and my dancing got out of control."

Shelby laughed and helped Quinn clean it up, "I completely understand. I broke a five hundred dollar vase while choreographing a musical."

When they were done, Shelby dropped Beth's overnight bag by the door and left the two blondes to themselves.

"So," Quinn sat on the couch, looking at her offspring, "What do you want to do?"

Beth grinned, "Aunt Santy said we were going to take you out."

"That's right," Santana added from the door of her room. She was dressed in clean jeans and a dark blue shirt, her wet hair pulled back in a ponytail reminiscent of her Cheerios days. "So where to Mama Q?"

Quinn smiled, "Wherever you two want to take me."

It wasn't long before they were sitting at a restaurant eating pizza. As they were eating Quinn got a call. "Hello?"

"Hey," Rachel answered brightly, "You'll never guess who I just picked up from the airport that loved one of the apartments you found her so much that she just flew in to sign the lease."

"No way," Quinn smiled. "Is she going back today?"

"Yeah," Rachel replied, "Her old conservatory has hired her as a choreography consultant and flew her down here so she could sign that contract as well. She's definitely moving back."

"She totally belongs here," Quinn offered, picking at the topping on her pizza as Beth and Santana listened in. Quinn didn't even realize that the other two were listening to her talk. "We should all go out to dinner when she gets back."

"Way ahead of you," Rachel grinned, "She'll be back on the day before the first day of Hanukkah and Noah and I are hosting the annual family celebration. Brittany already said she's going to be there. Noah already invited Santana who agreed but she doesn't know Brittany's going to be there. If you don't have any plans we'd love for you to come."

"But I'm not Jewish," Quinn pointed out.

"We're not really religious either," Rachel admitted, "We just like the tradition and how all of our family gets together. And all of our friends are our family so we'd love for you to be here."

"Sounds fun," Quinn grinned.

They hung up a few pleasantries later, Santana and Beth looking expectantly at her. She panicked for a moment, "What?"

"Are you coming to Hanukkah at Puck and Rachel's?" Santana asked.

Quinn nodded, "Yeah. It'll be fun right?" Somehow she doubted that it was going to be much fun. If they didn't tell Santana Brittany was going to be there they were all going to be lucky if they managed to walk out with all their limbs.

However, at the moment Santana seemed to be okay and Beth made managed to make her smile more than once so for the moment everything was all right.