AUTHORS NOTE: So sorry for the delay. I've been spending time with my girlfriend before I go back on orders again. We've been having a marathon of "The L Word". It's my first time watching it and I love it! For all of those anxiously waiting to see what happens, here you go :)

I looked at her in shock. I tried saying something, but my head and my jaw weren't communicating. My mouth finally opened but nothing was coming out.

"Britt? Damnit. What the fuck was I thinking? I shouldn't have said anything. I should've just kept my mouth shut." Quinn ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Finally something came out.

"Are… You sure? Are you sure it isn't just a silly crush or something? A rebound?"
"Silly crush? No Brittany. It isn't anything like that. I don't think you understand what you mean to me. When we came back from Lima and the reality of Rachel hit me, you were everything I needed. You cuddled with me and made me feel better. You laid with me until I stopped crying and wiped the tears from my eyes." I thought about it. Did I lead her on? "You were everything I have dreamt of. And you don't even know it. I now know why Santana fell head over heels for you. You're so compassionate and caring and just, you're perfect. You're perfect Britt. Perfect for me, even if you don't see it. It's true." I shook my head.

"Quinn, I think that you're feelings for me only happened because you wanted someone after Rachel left you. She was your first girlfriend. Your first real relationship. I'm just a rebound."

"I don't understand why you keep saying that! You're not a rebound. You are who I want to be with. Who I want to call my girlfriend. You mean so much more to me than you will ever know." I grabbed my keys from the counter and started walking towards the door.

"Where are you going Britt?" I turned back. Quinn's eyes were full of tears.

"I can't do this right now okay? I'll be back later." I walked out to the car and got in. What the fuck was happening? Quinn's falling in love with me? I started the car and drove out of the garage and onto the street. I didn't know exactly where I was going. My conscious always knew where to take me though. I ended up at Mike's studio, hoping that he was there. I had a key to get in, he told me if I was ever getting overwhelmed or if I needed somewhere to go and relax, I could go to his studio. "You're always welcomed here, Britt." That's what he would always tell me. I unlocked the front door and walked in. He was sitting on the bench near the refrigerator.

"Ahh hey Britt whatsup? Beer?" I gladly accepted his offer and sat down. "What's wrong? You looked stressed. You should be happy! We just won a shitload of money!" He smiled.

"No don't get me wrong, Mike. I am happy. I really am. All of our hard worked paid off. It's just…" I looked down.

"I know, you wanted Santana there. But like you told me with Tina. She was there, Britt. She was there watching the both of us. They were probably sitting in the front row with some popcorn cheering us on." I shook my head.

"It wasn't that, Mike. On the way home, Quinn looked like she needed to tell me something. I kept bugging her about it, and she didn't want to tell me. But she did. Mike, She told me that she's falling in love with me." I took another sip of my beer.

"Whoa what? Really? What did you tell her?"

"I didn't really say anything, actually. I didn't know what to say. It caught me completely off guard." He looked at me.

"You didn't think that after all those nights of cuddling and all those sweet little things you did for her that she would somehow end up having feelings for you? Don't take this the wrong way, Britt. But you made it seem like you had feelings for her as well. I saw the way she would look at you when she would come and watch us teach the elementary students how to dance. She looked at you proudly. Not as a friend. I know the difference. It was the way that Tina looked at me, and the way Santana did for you." I looked at him. He was right. I don't know why I didn't notice it before.

"I didn't mean to lead her on though. If I did, it was completely unintentional."
"Are you sure about that? Have you even given it a little thought as to if you had any feelings for Quinn?" He looked curious. I knew he wanted to know my answer.

"I don't have any feelings for Quinn. Or at least I think I don't. I'm not ready for this. Or for any type of relationship for that matter. My heart still belongs to Santana. I haven't moved on from her yet. If she were still alive, we'd still be together. None of this would've ever happened." I started to cry. "This isn't fair. She should still be here!" Mike scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. I was sobbing uncontrollably.

"I know you aren't over Santana. And no one is asking you to just get over her. We all know it takes time. But maybe Quinn couldn't hold it in any longer. Do you remember how it felt to hold in your feelings for Santana?" I thought about it. He was right. It drove me crazy.

"Could I tell you a story?"

"Sure Britt. Nee another beer first?" He moved towards the refrigerator.

"Yeah that'd be great." I grabbed the new bottle from him and popped the top open. I never liked drinking the bottom of the bottle. It tasted horrible. "Alright well, this story actually has to do with me and Tina." He smiled.

"Whenever you're ready."

I was standing at my locker, my face hidden between the metal walls. I wasn't looking for anything particular, I just didn't want to look out. I felt like my feelings were creating physical weight on my shoulders. The bell rang and everyone started heading to their classes. I didn't move. I didn't feel like myself at all. I sighed, and pulled my head out of my locker. I jumped back. Tina was standing behind the door and I didn't know that she was there.

"Britt how come you aren't in class?"

"No reason. Why aren't you in class?" I asked her the same.

"Because I'm going to the bathroom. It's like, ten minutes since the bell rang. Have you been standing at your locker the entire time?" I nodded. "What's wrong Britt? You haven't been talking a lot in Glee Club, and you look down everywhere you walk. Something's wrong. And you can't tell me that nothing is." I wasn't gonna lie. Tina knew. It was probably because she's Asian.

"Alright well, I have been holding something in for a very long time. And honestly I feel like it's killing me."

"Don't worry, Brittany. You can talk to me about anything. I won't say anything to anyone I promise. You can trust me." She started to rub my back. We went to sit down on the bench that was near my locker.

"For the past, I'm gonna say; two months. I've been hiding my true feelings for someone. I like this person a lot. I'm just scared to tell them what I feel." She turned towards me now.

"Just tell Santana, Britt." I looked at her, surprised.

"How did you.." She stopped me.

"How did I know? Because of the way you smile when she sings. The way she's always smiling and giggling when she's with you. How you always search for her when she isn't in the choir room. I only know, because that's how I feel about Mike." She stood up. "You need to tell her. I'm talking to Mike today after school. Don't worry. I swear that I won't tell a soul. Your secret is safe with me." And Tina walked away. A sat on the bench a while longer, thinking about if I ever did tell Santana, how would I say it. And what exactly would I say. I closed my eyes and leaned back.

"Britt?" I opened my eyes. Santana was standing in front of me. "Why aren't you in class? I was waiting for you." I smiled. She sat down next to me.

"I don't know, I guess I didn't feel like going to class today."

"Something's bothering you. I can tell." I looked at her.

"Nothing's bothering me, San. Everything's fine. C'mon. Let's go to class. Wait. Did you come out of class to look for me?" She nodded

"I was worried. I wasn't sure where you were. Maybe you had gotten lost or something." I smiled.

"You're the greatest best friend ever, San. Thank you." We linked pinkies and walked down the hallway.

"I remember that day. Because Tina took me to her car and told me exactly how she felt about me." He smiled. "I think, you need to talk to Quinn. Because she just told you all of her feelings. She deserves an answer. Don't you think?"

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks Mike. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" We both stood up and I hugged him goodbye. I got into my car and sat for a little while. I had one of Santana's senior pictures on my dashboard. Along with a strip of pictures from the photo booth they had at the carnival last summer. I always looked at them before I drove somewhere. I knew I had to go home and talk to Quinn. What I was going to talk to her about was still uncertain. I started the car and drove out of the parking lot. When I finally got home, I parked in the garage and shut the door. When I walked in the house, I saw Quinn sitting near the fire place with a glass of wine watching tv.

"Quinn, we need to talk." She turned to face towards me. Her eyeliner was running, her make up smeared.

"Alright lets talk." Quinn turned the tv down and I sat on the couch next to her.

"I know.. You have these feelings for me. I respect that and I won't say it's a rebound or anything like that anymore. I want you to understand though, that I'm not ready for any kind of relationship. I'm not over Santana." She looked at me and I knew that she didn't understand.

"But all those things you did for me? Cuddling with me at night? Spending all that time together?" She started to cry again.

"I know I did those things and I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I was just trying to be a good friend. I know how hard break ups can be. When Santana and I broke up when she first stared college I would cry myself to sleep every night. I didn't know what to do with myself. I'm sorry for leading you on. I still want to be your friend." She nodded.

"I understand. And of course we can still be friends. I'm gonna try and accept the fact that I can't be with you right now. Thank you for talking to me about this." She hugged me.

"I'm gonna go upstairs now. Goodnight Q." She smiled and I headed up the stairs. I went into the room and laid on the bed. The last thing I remember thinking about was Santana. I smiled, and fell right to sleep.