A/N: I know the last chapter made it seem like there was going to be some sexy time, but I'm kind of in a dry spell so I don't have a lot of motivation for the sex stuff :P apologies if you're disappointed x

Part Eighteen

Brittany awoke the next morning, her muscles aching satisfyingly. The bed felt warm and comfortable making the prospect of getting up incredibly uninviting. She lay in bed, cradled in Finns arms pretending to be asleep with her eyes shut tightly to block out the encroaching morning light. She felt Finn shift next to her and he placed a soft gentle kiss on her lips, she smiled and kissed back letting him know she was awake.

"Morning," he said, grinning as she opened her eyes.

"I prefer afternoon, leave me alone and let me sleep," she said, still feeling groggy.

"I'd love to, but it's a school day and you need to go back," he told her getting up and pulling on some pants.

"Not fair," she replied, groaning. "You think attempted suicide would be a good enough reason for a week or two off school."

"That's what I said actually, but they think that routine will help you feel better."

"Oh yeah, sure, lets stick me in a building where I spend most of the day with my ex-girlfriend, the guy I cheated on her with, the girl who's in love with him who hates me since she found out and his ex-girlfriend who he cheated on with me… yeah, that's going to make me feel great. Besides, I had routine before I put myself in hospital and that obviously didn't prevent it, doctors are idiots." She pulled the covers over her head but after a few seconds Finn tore them from her.

"At least give it a go, you never know it might… help…" he trailed off, making Brittany realise he was staring at her naked.

"Pervert," she laughed, making him blush.

"Here," he threw her his hoodie so she could cover up, "Go have a shower, get ready for school, I need to go home and get ready too," he gave her a kiss on the forehead and made for the door but Brittany stopped him.

"Finn, we need to talk about us first," she told him, "Last night was awesome, but I don't think we should do that again."

"You want to be just friends?"

"At least for now, I mean, I do love you, you're like the best friend ever and I really meant it when I said I wanted you last night. But I'm in love with Santana, and Quinn is my friend and she's in love with you, I shouldn't be doing this to her either. Maybe sometime in the future we could be more, but not until we're both over the people we love." She looked at the floor after disappointment flashed across his face, "Sorry…"

"It's okay, Brit, you're right, you always are about these things," he sighed, "I was hoping neither of us would admit it, but we should just be friends. The thing is though; I think you're wrong about that not happening again,"

"Finn… we can't just keep jumping into bed with each other whenever we feel horny."

"Of course not, I'm not saying it should happen regularly," he laughed slightly, "You work me over so hard I don't think I'd even be able to do that regularly. But if we ever really need each other again, and we're still single, still lonely…"

"Okay, fair enough, but if I get my way we'll be with San and Q, so don't get your hopes up for me rocking your world again," she winked at him making him laugh loudly.

"We are so messed up," he said, still laughing.

"Yeah, we are," she told him, grinning. She sighed and gave him a hug, resting her head against his chest. "I love you… Buddy."

"I love you too," he said, still chuckling.

"Hey, Finn," Burt called to him from the other side of the shop, "You have a visitor, she says it's important,"

"Who?"

"Santana," Burt replied. Finn walked towards the entrance feeling wary, the memory of his burning cheek feeling all too vivid.

"Hey, San…" he said when he saw her, making sure to keep his distance.

"Hey, Finn, I wanted to come by to apologize to you," she said, seeming pained. Finn was impressed, he knew deep down she was a good person and regretted the bad things she did but she had always been too prideful to apologize up until now.

"You don't need to apologize; I deserved that slap. I should be apologizing, I can never make it up to you but I really am sorry."

"It's got nothing to do with slapping you, Finn. I'm not sorry for that, you were a total wank-sock and I'm glad I slapped you," she told him, her anger visibly flaring up for a moment before she calmed again.

"Then what-"

"Shut up and let me finish," she interrupted. "Listen, I know you're in love with Quinn, I mean it's totally obvious…" she paused, seeming uncomfortable about what she was trying to tell him. Finn waited for her to continue before speaking up.

"Santana, what does me loving Quinn have to do with-"

"I slept with her," she told him.

"No, seriously, what's Quinn got to do with you apologizing?"

"I'm serious, Finn, the night we found out about it, we kind of tried drowning our sorrows, and well… when we were drunk, I fucked Quinn," she told him, staring at her feet.

"But… Quinn's straight," he said, struggling to process what she was trying to tell him.

"Well apparently not so much when she's drunk, angry and depressed,"

"How could you…" he started, anger building up in him, "How could she?" he asked rhetorically, his voice rising. He glared at Santana but the sad look in her eyes brought images of Brittany to his mind and he began to calm down.

"Finn…"

"Save it, Santana, I don't deserve an apology. You did nothing wrong, one single girl slept with another single girl. I don't have any claim on Quinn and after what I did to both of you I don't deserve to be upset." He reassured her but still struggled to hide the jealousy in his voice.

"It was a one time thing, honestly I think Quinn is really freaking out about her sexuality, what with the whole religion thing, she just won't admit it."

"Since you're being honest with me, me and Brittany slept together again last night," he told her, she flinched as he said it but restrained her anger. "It won't happen again, we talked about it. She really loves you, Santana, I know this is really fucked up and our relationships are a mess but the one thing I know is that you and her belong together."

"I know… I can't be angry at her, I know I should, I know if it was anyone else they'd be cut off for life but all I want to do is forgive her and be with her and… well you get the picture," She began to move towards the door, "Bye, Finn, I still can't really talk to you, I just wanted to tell you about me and Quinn."

"San, wait!" he said with more urgency than necessary, he took her arm and turned her to face him again, "I love you, Santana, I need you to know that. I don't deserve it and we fight all the time, but you're my friend and I love you. I will do everything I can to make things right with you and not just about Brittany, I still owe you for outing you." He felt his eyes begin to well up at the thought of losing Santana. "I'm so incredibly sorry, I never knew what would happen, I was angry and stupid and I just didn't think and I could have ruined your life, I wish I could take it all back."

"Finn, it's not completely your fault okay? You were a fucking moron and kind of an asshole, but you were right in what you said. Plus, it was that guy who put it in his campaign video that ruined my life. I was evil to you, I know how you feel about your body and I crossed the line so many times leading up to that." He pulled her into a tight hug, she was reluctant at first but quickly relented, hugging him back, "I'll kill you and I'll deny it if you repeat this to anyone, but I was totally talking out of my ass when I said those things to you, you're actually kind of hot… For a guy anyway."

A/N: Not 100% happy with this chapter, but I never am. My motivation continues to die with each new glee episode, (However I have seen the kiss in the promo so I'm inspired to write some Brittana :P). I should wrap up this story in the next few chapters and then (or even while i'm finishing this story if I get more motivated) I'm gunna write a few one-shots or two-shots (It's not that I don't like longer stories, it's just that If it's only one or two chapters Glee can't kill it when they bring out a new episode and depress me with the lack of my OTPs.