A/N: Sorry I've been taking a little while to update! I could make up some excuse that I was on a vacation or something like that, but actually I just got the complete series of Gilmore Girls and that's been keeping me busy. Nothing particularly important happens in this chapter, which is, by the way, the longest chapter yet, but I felt the need to throw a hint of fluff into the mix, because trust me, the happiness level in this story only goes downhill from here.

Santana and Brittany slowly walked across the field toward Santana's car. Once they were there, Santana swung open the door, making a dent in the car next to hers. It didn't matter. The car belonged to Janice Breyley, who was at the bottom of the pyramid next to Santana and could never seem to shut up.

Once they were both in the car, Santana turned to Brittany. "So… where am I supposed to bring you?"

"To my house, I guess," Brittany replied.

"But what about the whole thing with your dad?" Santana asked. "I'm sorry, I'm just not very good with trying to help people. Usually I just try to ruin everybody's lives."

"You're doing fine. I guess. I don't know. Nobody's really tried to help me before, and I've never actually helped anyone, so I'm not sure how exactly you're supposed to do it," Brittany shrugged.

"But I don't want anything… bad… to happen… to you…?" It came out as a question, as Santana had never anything like this in her entire life.

"He only hits me when he's mad, and last time there was some football game and his favorite team lost, I guess," Brittany shook her head. "I don't exactly know, because I've never watched a football game in my life. Not even our school's football team. Seriously, I don't even know the name of our football team." Santana couldn't help but smile at that. "So, where are you going?" The blonde cheerleader continued.

Straight to hell, Santana thought. "To my house. Or yours, whichever one you want," was what the Latino actually said.

Brittany didn't answer. She just stared straight ahead.

"Um, okay, you're not going to answer me. I'm fine with that," Santana sighed and returned her gaze to the road.

After a minute, Santana wondered why they weren't at Brittany's house yet. There wasn't any traffic, and they should have been there by now. Then she realized something.

"Oh wait! We haven't started driving yet," Santana laughed nervously. She turned to Brittany and waited for her to finally respond. She sighed and clapped her hands in front of her friend's face.

Brittany practically jumped out her seat. "What did you do that for? I was thinking of what kind of lock I should get for my diary so my cat can't read it anymore!" Brittany wasn't joking about this. She practically had steam coming out of her ears.

"Sorry! But it's just so fun to scare you!" Santana laughed.

"I hate you!" Brittany yelled.

"Right back at you!" Santana shouted back, trying to get a handle on her laughter.

Exactly fourteen seconds later, Santana was finished with her laughing fit and turned to her friend. "I love you Brit!"

"Aww, I love you too!" Brittany gave her friend (with benefits) a peck on the cheek.

Santana smiled at Brittany. "Ok, I think we've been in this car for about 5,000 years."

Brittany nodded. "Yes, I think we've set the world record. Do you think we'll get our names in one of those Guinness books?"

"Of course. And if they think we're not good enough to be in their book, I'll give them a piece of my mind. And by that, I mean my fist," Santana said, finally starting the car.

As the two girls drove out of the school's parking lot, Santana decided to go back to the dreaded topic of Brittany's father. "Are you sure you'll be okay alone with your dad? I can bring you to my house, or I can stay over at your house."

"If he seems even remotely angry, I'll let you drag me out of that house. I promise," Brittany replied.

"But why do you want to go to your house? Why do you want to be near your dad?" Santana had to ask this. It had been bugging her since Brittany told her to bring her to her house.

"Because- I want my stuffed animals. I want my Barbie dolls. I want my cat. What if my dad got mad and hit my cat? He's so helpless, even though he has razor sharp claws and is also a vampire," Brittany said solemnly.

"Wait, you think-," Santana just shook her head. There was no use questioning Brittany.

"Maybe he's changed," Brittany continued.

"Your cat? What?" Santana was confused.

"My dad," Brittany answered. "Maybe he became nicer. Maybe hitting was only a-," she stopped, counting how many times her dad had hit her.

"No, it isn't. He hasn't changed in the last two days. I know it. When you texted me a few days ago, you seemed so scared. You said he threatened to knock down your door. What if he did? What would he do then?"

Brittany didn't have an answer to that.

"Brittany, please, please, please, please, please come to my house. I'll pay you. Seriously! And I'll give you some sweet lady kisses! Just please, don't go to your house," Santana never said please, so this was obviously an urgent situation.

"Fine."

Santana was surprised, seeing as how her friend had been so set on staying at her house for the night.

"But my cat is outside, so can we drop by my house to find him?"

Santana nodded. "We can go get your cat."