Quinn needed to get them back together. She didn't know how, but as she was trying to get to sleep that night, staring at the ceiling, she knew she had to. They were her friends, her fellow cheerios and frankly, a big pain in her ass. The whole dinner last night was meant for one thing, to discuss the wedding and to make sure everything was still on schedule. Quinn knew the minute she sat down, that they weren't even going to talk about the wedding. If Santana wasn't bitching about how it wasn't her fault, that it was Brittany's for moving across the country, she was questioning Quinn if Brittany was seeing anyone.

The dinner that was only suppose to be a matter of 45 minutes to an hour stretched to almost 3 hours, Quinn loved Santana dearly, but after four years of Santana bitching and crying, Quinn frankly couldn't take it any longer. She told Santana to go over to Brittany's motel room and sort it out. By the time Quinn and Puck got home and sat down to finish the seating arrangements a phone call came with a half drunk, hysterical Santana Lopez. Quinn settled her down, and told her to come over tomorrow for a girl day.

The next morning she got up early and made herself a cup of coffee and kissed Puck goodbye before he headed off to work. It was going to be a long day, and she wanted to make sure that she was wide awake. A knock came to the door at around 9AM, she had fully expected Brittany to show up first, just like in high school but it was Santana, in her signature leather jacket and a short blue dress, with sunglasses on.

'Tough night last night San?' Quinn said poking at her. Santana looked at her. 'Look about last night - I only called because I wasn't doing anything, and I had no one else to call, and I was drunk. You just happened to be the first one to answer.' Quinn nodded handing her a cup of coffee.

'Did you go by the Motel last night?'

Santana shook her head, drinking from the warm cup. 'No need to. I realize now that maybe we aren't meant to be, I mean we haven't even really seen each other or talked in four years. People move on. I'll see her at the wedding and it'll be nice and awkward.'

Quinn laughed nervously. 'Right. At the wedding.' A knock on the door suddenly interrupted her from actually telling her the truth. 'Oh, I wonder who that could be.'

'Q, Who else did you invite?' Quinn looked at her slowly walking towards the kitchen to make herself to the front door.

Quinn opened up the door and smiled. 'Brittany!' Brittany laughed and hugged Quinn. 'You are oddly excitable lately.' Quinn nodded. 'Just glad to be back with my girls.' Quinn looked at Brittany as she held her hand. 'Wait. No. I thought it was just going-' Quinn shook her head. 'No, you girls need to be friends again and, whatever you did in HS. Except not in this house.'

Brittany saw Santana, she was beautiful, even with the sunglasses shielding her eyes. The pain was still there and Brittany felt it in her heart.

'Hey Britt.' A raspy voice came from Santana, Brittany couldn't tell if she was sad or hungover.

'Hey San. It's - it's been a long time.' Brittany knew how long it had been and now more than ever she wanted to hug her and kiss her and be together again.

'Well...this isn't awkward at all. So i'm going to shoot upstairs and change into something, presentable and then we'll head out girls. THIS IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN!' Brittany and Santana nodded and watched Quinn head upstairs.

There was about a 5 minute silence period. Then Santana looked over at Brittany, 'So your Mom told me you did great in school I always knew you would.'

Brittany smiled, she felt really guilty at the same time, Santana had talked to her mother, and Brittany never ever asked about Santana. Another silence swept the room, Brittany wasn't sure what to say, and Santana wasn't sure what to begin with. Quinn was taking quite a long time, and Brittany looked down and smiled, she remembered the three of them in high school. Whenever this happened and Santana and Britt were waiting for Quinn they'd just make out, memories like that kept Brittany going in school.

'So what's the deal with this baby? Who knows and who doesn't?' Brittany said breaking the ice, once again. Santana then reached for her glasses and took them off, getting off the chair she was sitting in and sitting next to Brittany. 'No one. Well besides us, and Puck. She wants to keep it on the down low. But god you know it's gonna be brought up at the rehearsal dinner.'

Brittany laughed. Her smile met Santana's and they both laughed hysterically. 'Well that's our Quinn.'

Santana went quiet and smiled. 'Which reminds me, i'm setting up the seating for the dinner, and your mother didn't tell me who you were bringing..' Santana said trailing on, looking at the ground slightly.

'No one.' Brittany said looking around Quinn's little house. Santana sharply looked up, 'Oh, well your mother said you were seeing someone in California, so I just assumed..'

Brittany and Santana's eyes met. 'Really? Oh, she must have meant Richard. I wasn't really dating him, he got me out of a lot of tickets and he took me to a couple restaurants - but he's no Santana Lopez.'

A laugh came out of Santana. 'Very true. There is only one of me.' Santana nodded, she suddenly felt Brittany's hand touch hers, a jolt.

Another silence hit the two, they both wondered if Quinn was actually taking this long to get changed, or she was actually taking this long so that they could make up. Quinn always had a way to get them back on talking terms when they fought in HS, she would either talk to Brittany or Santana and get them to realize their problem wasn't as huge as they were making it. Brittany smiled at this, if it wasn't for Quinn, they would have stopped talking in Freshman year.

"I was going to come over and apologize last night." Brittany looked up at Santana. "Why didn't you?"

Santana stopped and laughed. "I thought getting drunk off of Vodka and Rum was a better way to deal with my," she paused, "feelings. I drunk called Quinn, which you could only imagine she wasn't to pleased about." Brittany nodded.

Santana looked down sadly to her hands. "I remember when it was you I use to drunk dial." Brittany nodded. She equally missed and didn't miss the calls, she had always had this sense of accomplishment when she was able to get through to Santana in High School, she missed being with Santana, but she also missed the closeness she felt with her even when they weren't together, they were best friends and nothing would ever change that.

They both went in for the hug at the same time, it felt like everything was forgiven, and maybe deep down they had both finally forgiven each other for what had happened four years ago. There was still regret written on Santana and Brittany's faces after the hug however, regret that they had lost 4 years and how easy the apology actually was.

They hadn't grown apart, they both knew that they were still the same girls that they were in High School, but there had been four years, four years that had been taken from them because Santana didn't want Brittany to leave and Brittany had wanted Santana to fight for her to stay. The hug however was a start, a start of maybe going back to who they really were, Brittany hadn't expressed why she had wanted Santana to fight for her, but even Brittany knew it would come up in the next couple days as they would be spending more and more time together.

Santana broke the silence. "Remember when we were here the last time?" Brittany smirked, and nodded in agreement. "I do, Quinn and her mom had invited us over," Santana nodded, remembering the good time they had had just spending time with Quinn and Mrs. Fabray. "Then we sneaked off and had a massive makeout session in Quinn's room."

Santana laughed. "Oh remember we found all of those borderline lesbian emails from Rachel?" Brittany laughed so hard that she had to hold her sides. "Oh my god, best night ever."

"Those were not borderline lesbian emails." Quinn was looking at them with her hands on her hips and her purse on her shoulder. "I was just giving her some advice."

Santana and Brittany looked at each other and continued laughing.

"Oh come on you guys, I was just giving a friendly hand."

The laughing continued as they both started to compose themselves and reached for their purses, getting up from the couch.

Santana touched Quinn's shoulder. "Q. Britts and I are gay, and let me tell you, we had sexting messages on our cell's tamer than those letters."