The sun crept through her window and a warm flesh wetted her cheek. Slowly opening her eyes Brittany saw Prince laying on her bed licking her cheek and now her mouth too. What was Prince doing on her bed? The clock showed 1pm. She didn't like the idea that she just lost half Saturday, soon was going to be Monday.

As she was rising her head she noticed the crappy day she was going to face with a monstrous hangover. Slowly getting to her feet she walked to the kitchen and on her way found Quinn sleeping on the couch and Prince sitting by her side waiting for the girl vacate his place. She poked Quinn's side and shook her till she opened her eyes with a groan.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" her voice was dry and hoarse.

"Hmm... Lemme sleep, B." turning her face away from Brittany.

"Come on Q, it's already 1 pm and I know you will make me hear about everything I did yesterday and I already lost one quarter of my weekend." even though she didn't have more books to finish for a week she enjoyed her weekends with her usually busy friends.

"HmmK. Give me some seconds" she got up the couch and went to the bathroom and Prince took his place. "and some bacon!" she shouted through the closing door.

Brittany had to learn how to cook bacon to bargain a nice Quinn to show up from her grumpy morning mood. They both ate the late breakfast and Brittany knew she had to wait for the saltiness and fatness of the bacon to hit Quinn's stomach. So she took the time to remember last night events.

The karaoke bar, shots, songs, shots, songs, shots, shots, the club, Santana's friend, the restroom. The restroom! Santana clearly rejected her, maybe not at first when everything was wonderful. But then she pulled back and Brittany continued to drink. And it all went blank.

"So, what do you remember from last night? I'll start from where you blacked out."

"Just till I went to the restroom." she wasn't sure if she told Quinn about the kiss.

"Well, you came back to where we were on the bar and asked for a Long Island Ice Tea. You drank more than I ever saw you drink. I got worried you'd strip tease in the middle of the dance floor but instead you started to cry. Not like a sob, more like silent tears. Puck found a free taxi and I brought you up here. I decided to stay in case you needed something." Quinn looked really worried.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled.

"What happened? I asked you a million times and you never answered. I don't know if you were just drunk or really sad, B." Brittany wasn't an emotional drunk, she was the stripper of the parties. "And we couldn't find Santana. When Puck called her she didn't answer but texted him back saying she was home." She does remembered the sadness hitting her after the kiss and it wasn't right, a kiss like that should have felt like Christmas and Birthdays mixed together. At least Santana was safe.

"I kissed Santana at the restroom" Quinn let out a gasp.

"Oh my God! And why were you sad?"

"She pulled back and stormed out." it hurts even more when she said it outloud.

"But Puck... he said Santana was nervous thinking you wouldn't show up and then when she saw you she started to mutter to herself how dumb she was... Oh God! She saw was holding hands and Puck asked if we were girlfriends!" Quinn stood up the kitchen stool and searched her phone.

"So you think she rejected me because she thinks we're dating? I don't know, maybe she just didn't like me or she isn't into girls." she shrugged it off.

"Look, I have Puck's phone! Call him and ask your questions." Quinn handed her phone.

"I bet he was waiting for you to call him and mark a date, not me with dumb questions." but the existence of the number made her breath easily.

"Come on B... just call him."

"Ok! Give me the number, but you have to promise me you are going on a date with him." she remembered she saw them talking and Quinn looked happy.

"I will! Now ask him, it's already dialing." she tossed her phone at Brittany.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Puck. It's Brittany from last night." she said.

"Oh, hey! What's up?" he sounded like he just woke up but he was paying attention to Brittany now.

"I was wondering if you know why Santana disappeared."

"I wish I knew it. Santana can be really closed up about stuff, unless it's anger." he snorted. "But I think she'd talk to you. Since Monday she can't stop talking about this chick she met around town with blue eyes and a junkie dog."

Brittany didn't know what to think. So she didn't think.

"Thanks, Puck! I'm going to find her. Sorry I woke you up, but as a regard Quinn wants to talk to you." she gave Quinn's cell phone back and earned a glare.

Entering into the bathroom she saw her makeup all smashed up and her hair was everywhere. Dressing out of her clothes she got in the shower and moved as fast as she could. She picked up some jeans and a shirt and put on her boots. When she reached the living room Quinn was still talking to Puck and blushed when Brittany gave her the thumbs up.

"Ok, I'll meet you there. Bye." she hang out. "Where are you going?"

"To the flower shop to talk to Santana." picking up her keys and purse Prince jumped off the sofa and took his leash.

"Brittany, it's Saturday past midday. I don't think she's working today." Brittany's heart sank down her chest.

"Maybe she's there because someone died and they asked for flowers, or it's sort of a valentine's day at India. I need to meet her, Quinn." it sounded like a plea.

"You could try and call her on the number of the card." racing to her bedroom Brittany tripped on the carpet and fell down.

"Ouch!" as she was trying to get up her wrist ached. "Shoot!" Quinn got up from the couch and kneeled next to her.

"Let me see it, B." apparently it looked broken "We must go to the hospital! I'll take you."

"I can't, I need to find Santana!" she stood up using one hand to rise her body.

"B, we can find her later. I promise you I'll help. But for now let me take you to the hospital or you won't be able to work." she stated.

"Can I try the number?" Quinn couldn't say no to her.

"Ok, sit on the couch and tell me where's the card."

"It's next to the daisies but I can use my other hand, Quinn." she wiggled her left wrist in front of her face and Quinn shoved it off.

"I know, but do as I say and be a good girl." she pointed to she couch.

"But Quinn..." she tried retort.

"Couch. Now!" Brittany turned and sat down. She couldn't believe she was going to spend the rest of the day waiting for someone to attend her.

"Here, I'm going to dial for you on our way to the hospital. Grab a coat!" she unlocked the door and took their purse "I'm sorry Prince, you have to stay."

After Quinn said to the taxi driver where to go she reached for her cell phone and dialed the number passing it for Brittany. No one answered the first try. Nor the second and third.

"You can try on Monday, B."

Brittany looked out to the window and thought that Monday never seemed so distant.

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