I know it's been a while! :3 Thanks for reading and to everyone who's complaining why the hell are you still reading it if you hate it so much? You're going to make me do something crazy... like Quinntana...

Over at the apartment

Kurt felt his fists clench as he stood on yet another piece of stale bread on the kitchen floor.

'Rachel, this is getting out of hand now,' he called to her.

Rachel had not moved from the sofa for a whole twenty-four hours.

'I'll clean it later,' she grumbled clutching the blanket around her.

Kurt made to argue and then stopped himself; she was pregnant and she was going through a break-up. He stooped down to pick up the bread and put it in the bin. Rachel popped her head over the sofa to look at him.

'You look nice today,' she said, eyeing his new outfit: a black and white waistcoat with a red tie.

'Thanks,' Kurt replied brightly 'I'm meeting up with Blaine.'

'You're leaving me?' Rachel asked worried.

Kurt sighed.

'I think we've spent enough time together don't you?'

'I suppose…'

Kurt looked at her puppy-dog eyes.

'Don't look at me like that,' he warned.

'Okay, Okay I'm sorry,' she said.

He came over to give her a light kiss on the forehead.

'I'm going now,' he said and waved his hand to emphasize the point.

She waved back half-heartedly. As soon as Rachel heard the door slam she picked up her phone and redialled Quinn's number; she would get through to her, there was no way she was giving up even if it meant spending all the energy she had left on fighting for her.

Over at the Bed and Breakfast

Quinn Fabray's phone rung for the umpteenth time that morning, causing Santana to finally pick it up to see who the nuisance caller was.

'Quinn,' Santana nudged the blonde 'Quinn wake up, Rachel keeps calling you.'

'I don't care,' Quinn grumbled into her pillow 'turn it off.'

Santana frowned at her and then shrugged before turning it off. She watched the blonde turn over so she was facing her back.

'I think we should get up and try and sort out some housing for you,' Santana said softly, rubbing her eyes. She had no plans to live in this bed and breakfast with Quinn, as convenient as it was for both of them to not return to the apartment.

'You go, I'll catch up,' Quinn said.

Santana smiled and placed her hand on Quinns shoulder, gently pulling her on her back.

'Sweetheart, I'm serious; you can't run away from Rachel forever,'

Quinn opened her eyes and stared into Santana's.

'Have you always looked this good in the morning?' She asked her.

'What?' Santana asked confused.

'Well you don't look like you've just woken up,' Quinn said, wiping a stray hair from Santana's face.

Santana bristled at her touch.

'I didn't sleep very well so technically I haven't just woken up.'

'I slept like a log,' Quinn shrugged.

'I'm not surprised,' Santana returned, eyeing the vodka bottle on the bedside table.

Santana froze as Quinn nestled herself into her chest and gave a deep sigh.

'I don't want to get up and face the outside world,' Quinn moaned.

Not knowing where to put her hands, Santana laid one on top on Quinns head; maybe she was still tipsy from the night before.

'Well you have to, come on' Santana said shaking her.

'Hey!' Quinn cried and she shook Santana back playfully.

Soon both girls were play-fighting and shoving each other around under the duvet laughing. Santana eventually managed to pin her down as Quinn admitted defeat. Santana released her from her grip as Quinn looked up at her with large eyes. Suddenly, caught off-guard, Santana felt Quinn's lips lock in with hers and she froze, for a moment – a slight moment – she found herself kissing Quinn back, the tip of her tongue touching the inside of Quinn's mouth. Then Quinn pulled away and there was an awkward silence.

'I'm sorry,' Quinn said quickly 'we should get up now, you're right; I need to find some housing.'

'Do you want me to help you look?' Santana asked, trying her best to ignore what just happened.

'No… I think I have an idea of where I'm going to go.'

Santana got out of bed, still fully dressed from the night before.

'Well,' she said finally 'I guess I'm okay to leave you to it then...'

Quinn bit her lip and nodded, sitting up in bed.

'I guess I'll catch you later.'

Over at Starbucks

Brittany S. Pierce was swamped with customers, it was the weekend and so particularly busy. When she finally got on her break, she found Quinn waiting for her on one of the sofas near the front of the shop. Quinn quickly stood up to greet her.

'Quinn,' Brittany said confused 'what are you doing here?'

Quinn took a deep breath and gave an attempt at a smile.

'Brittany, I need somewhere to stay and I know I shouldn't ask you of all people but I have nowhere else to go and -'

Understanding dawned on Brittany's face.

'Quinn, it's fine,' Brittany said softly 'you can stay at my Uncle's with me.'

Quinn breathed a sigh of relief and played with the handle on her suitcase.

'Thanks,' she said 'I can come back here when you finish and we can head there together? It will only be for a week or so,'

Brittany touched her on the arm and smiled.

'Okay,' Brittany replied, taking in Quinn's appearance; she looked tired and Brittany suddenly felt sorry for her 'that's fine, come back around 3pm and we'll go then?'

'Thanks,' Quinn replied placing her arms around Brittany 'thanks so much.'

Customers bustled by them as Brittany offered to take Quinns suitcase around the back so she didn't have to carry it around everywhere.

Over at the apartment

Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she heard the key turn in the front door; maybe it was Quinn. Her face fell when she saw Santana walk through the door.

'Where is she?' Rachel demanded at once.

'I don't know, I stayed with her last night and…'

'You did WHAT?' Rachel exploded, coming to confront the Latino.

'Not like that Berry, I had to make sure she wouldn't do anything stupid.'

'Is she okay?' Rachel asked.

Santana sighed; Rachel looked tired and on the edge, in her current condition that wasn't a good thing. She took her by the arm and led her back to the sofa.

'Jeez, someone needs to clean in here,' Santana said.

'Santana,' Rachel demanded.

'Yes she's okay, she's fine; she just needs space Rachel.'

'I need her with me,' Rachel said, her voice breaking 'we're having a baby.'

Santana placed her arm around Rachel and held her.

'She will be back,' Santana said 'just concentrate on looking after yourself and the little bambio that's growing inside you.'

At that moment, Blaine and Kurt came bursting into the apartment both laughing.

'Someone had one to many fruity non-alcoholic cocktails at lunch,' Santana said rolling her eyes before glaring at them.

Kurt caught her glare and tried to compose himself.

'Santana,' he said surprised 'you're back!'

'It's a good job too since Berry's in this state and you two come waltzing in here laughing like a pack of hyenas! Don't you have any consideration?'

Blaine coughed as Kurt bit back a smile.

'We're sorry, lunch was… eventful that was all,' Blaine explained.

'I'll make us some coffee,' Kurt said, leaving Blaine to join Santana and Rachel.

'Speaking of coffee, how's Brittany doing?' Santana asked Blaine as he sat down next to them.

'She's fine,' he replied 'she was Quinn earlier and…'

At that moment Kurt came rushing in and narrowed his eyes at him. Santana saw it and stood up.

'And what Blaine?' She demanded.

'… and nothing,' he tried backtracking.

Kurt looked worriedly at both Santana and Rachel.

'Okay... Don't freak out Santana but, well, Quinn is moving in with Brittany for a while.'

Santana thought she might put her fist into a wall as a wave of emotions ran through her; Quinn was doing this on purpose.

'At least she's safe,' Rachel said quietly digesting the news 'and I'll know where she is.'

'This is not okay,' Santana said loudly 'Kurt it's not!'

'What do you want me to do about it?' He asked defensively.

'Nothing but I will…'

Kurt stopped her

'They've already gone back together Santana, leave it until the morning if you insist on intervening even though you know you have no right to.'

Santana found herself at a loss for words. What if Quinn made a move on Brittany? She couldn't allow it, she just couldn't; she loved Brittany and she wasn't going to let anyone take her away from her.

'Sit down,' Rachel said quietly 'I don't like it anymore than you do but like you said, Quinn needs space.'

Santana sat down slowly and chewed on her lip.

'It's not Quinn I'm worried about Rachel.'

Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine.

'So... who wants coffee?' He asked brightly.