A/N: I don't know if I'm just tooting my own horn or if it really is, but I feel like I did really well with this chapter. Let me know what you guys think! Also, I'm on tumblr now because so many other people seem to be too, so check out the homepage on my profile if you care about that stuff.

When Santana awoke she felt something strange; another body against hers. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a head of blonde hair resting against her chest as well as feeling a set of legs entangled in hers with arms draped around her waist. It was a pretty intimate position that she hadn't found herself in since Brittany had died.

Which is exactly why Santana was feeling so... confused right now. A voice in the back of her head was telling her that it was Brittany and that surely she must still be dreaming. Deciding she surely must be dreaming, Santana decided to enjoy it as long as she could until she woke up; she'd heard of lucid dreaming so she'd be damned if she let her dream Brittany just slip away. So, she reached forward and pushed a blonde lock from the head resting upon her chest and...

Quinn.

Last night came flooding back into Santana's mind and she internally groaned at her momentary foolishness. Quinn had come into Kurt's drunk, gotten sick, pulled the puppy face and made Santana feel like she would be a stone cold bitch if she'd walked away. Looking back, part of Santana wish she had taken the guilt that would've come with sleeping on the couch over the awkwardness she felt over waking up tangled with what she couldn't help but think was the wrong blonde.

Feeling the intense need to be out of the situation, Santana more or less rolled out of Quinn's embrace in order to avoid waking her and ended up falling onto the floor with a soft thump. She let out a hushed hiss, fighting to stay quiet, before limping out of her room to the kitchen where she intended to grab some frozen peas to dull the bruise that was without a doubt forming on her ass. Out in the kitchen, she found Kurt at the kitchen island sipping coffee and looking over the morning paper. He raised an eyebrow at her when she sat next to him ontop of the frozen peas but the glare she sent him told him that now was not the time for questions. Instead, he just poured another cup of coffee and slid it aross the table to her.

"Sorry I left you with our lovely drunk friends last night, I had to get my lovely dapper man to bed and he's always a handful when he's drunk," Kurt said after Santana had finished her first cup and had begun nursing a second. "I figured you would stick them in a cab with Rachel and call it a night."

"Not exactly," Santana mumbled through a yawn. "Rachel dragged Cameron out and Quinn got sick."

"That's awful, did she get home alright by herself?" Kurt asked as he took another sip from his own cup.

"Well, no, she was really sick and super wasted. I don't think she could've gotten home," Santana explained, trying to avoid the looming confession she would have to make.

"Jesus Christ, Santana!" Kurt exclaimed, worry etched into his features. "Where the hell is she? She could be anywhere!"

"Calm down, Porcelein," Santana scoffed. "She's kinda, sorta in my bed."

"Oh thank God," Kurt exhaled and placed a hand over his chest. "You had me worried for a minute. But wait, you weren't on the couch so... Oh my God you slept with her!"

"I did not!" Santana defended. "Damn, Kurt, in case you've forgotten the reason I'm here is that I couldn't even deal with her kissing me! Why the hell would I sleep with her?"

"Not like that you pervert," Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes, some things would never change. "I mean you shared a bed with her!"

"Yeah, I did. No big deal, just drop it," Santana said firmly. But, Kurt being Kurt, wasn't deterred by his friends attitude.

"Santana, it's a big deal for you," he said softly. "You said it yourself, you freaked out just because she kissed you. And you know she has feelings for you so you have to be careful that you don't give her any false hopes, even if she's drunk."

"God, she begged me to stay with her though!" Santana groaned and buried her face in her arms that were rested on the counter top. "She's like a little lost puppy when she does that and I couldn't just leave her alone."

"You should've slept on the floor then if you felt so bad," Kurt said. "I know you care about her but, like I said, you have to make sure she knows you don't care about her like that. It's a delicate situation for both of you."

"Thank God I'm seeing Kyle today," Santana laughed weakly. "This is seriously fucking with my head."

Kurt rose his eyebrow at that comment. Why would it be fucking with Santana? Wouldn't Quinn be the one all torn up about this? Maybe it was just an issue with being close to someone. Regardless, Kurt decided against commenting and to just let Kyle and Santana hash it out later today.

"Kurt, could you do me a favor?" Santana's voice pulled Kurt from his thoughts and he nodded at her with a smile. "Can you grab me some clothes out of my room and drop them in the bathroom. I'm gonna hop in the shower and head out but I don't think I can deal with talking to Quinn if she wakes up."

"Sure thing, I'll make sure she gets home safe too," he promised.

"Thanks, I should be home before evening," Santana said as she got up and put her cup in the dishwasher before heading to the bathroom. That's exactly what she needed, a hot shower and a good talk with Kyle because as of now, Santana Lopez was one extremely confused woman.

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Quinn awoke with a loud groan and grabbed blindly in search of a pillow to slap over her face. Even through her tightly shut eyelids the sunlight streaming into the room was blinding.

"Santana," Quinn groaned once again when she couldn't find a pillow. "Santana, gimme a pillow you're hogging them!"

Despite how incredibly drunk Quinn had gotten last night, she still remembered going to bed with Santana. The whole getting sick ordeal had sobered her up enough to make her memories after it pretty easy to call back upon and she very clearly remembered holding her friend in her arms as she quickly fell into a deep slumber.

And, if she was being completely honest, despite feelng like shit it was the happiest she had been in a really long time. Ever part of her was screaming that it meant nothing but Quinn couldn't help but hold on to a small inkling of hope that it had given her. For friendship at the very least, if Santana were actually made at her and didn't want to be friends anymore there's no way she would've spent the night in the same bed as her.

"Santana!" Quinn mumbled loudly, reaching out to hit the space on the bed next to her. She lifted her head and grudgingly opened her eyes when her arm ended up thudding against the matress. Santana was gone and Quinn felt her stomach drop, of course she wouldn't just lay there waiting for Quinn to wake up. Hoping to find Santana in the kitchen, Quinn braced herself against her painful hangover and got up to find her. However, once she arrived at the kitchen she found Kurt and Blaine cuddled up on the couch in the ajoining living room but no Santana.

"Good morning angel face!" Kurt cooed over a sleepy Blaine's head. "Sleep well?"

"Shut up," Quinn groaned as she plopped down next to them and grabbed some of their shared blanket to drape over herself. She rested her head against Blaine's back, who was resting against Kurt's chest and closed her eyes. "I think I'm dying."

"I second that notion," Blaine groaned. Everyone was just full of groans today.

"Well kiddos, despite my choice of name just now you aren't teenagers anymore. Hell, I'm pretty sure teenagers would feel terrible if they drank as much as you guys did," Kurt lectured.

"We did drink a lot," Blaine mumbled, the smirk in his voice evident.

"Quit bragging, you should two should be lucky that you have me to nurse you back to help," Kurt scoffed and stood up, making the two hangover buddies slump into the couch with yet another groan. "Now you two lie there and think about what you did while I go to the store and buy you some soup."

"Yes, mom," Quinn drawled and Blaine snorted out a laugh.

"Children," they heard Kurt mutter as the door of the apartment opened and closed, signalling his departure. Quinn and Blaine laughed briefly before succumbing at the pain that the resulting vibration caused for their wicked headaches.

"Wait, why are you here?" Blaine mumbled, his face pushed into the couch cushion.

"I got sick and Santana took care of me," Quinn mumbled back into Blaine's back. "Spent the night."

"I'm impressed that you actually got her to give up her bed," Blaine said.

"We shared," Quinn replied. She felt Blaine stiffen momentarily in shock.

"Quinn," he said as seriously as someone in his position could. "Are you sure that was a good idea?"

"It felt good at the time but it's making me anxious now," Quinn admitted. "I just need to talk to her and get back to good terms with her. It was kind of a shock to my system to go from no talking and being afraid she'd never let me back in to being all cuddled up with her."

"I don't doubt it," Blaine agreed. "Be honest with me, how are you taking it?"

"I can't help but feel a spark of hope, as in more than friendship," Quinn said with a sigh. "It's stupid but I can't help the way I feel."

"You're right, you can't. But, no matter what you need to keep the knowledge that she probably won't feel the same at the forefront."

"Yes, Dr Blaine," Quinn teased, wanting to drop the conversation. Luckily, Blaine took the hint and they both were able to ease back into sleep.

xXxXxXxXxXx

Santana found her self seated on the very same position she had been just days ago when she first met Kyle. She was centered on one of the large couches while he was across from her on another with a very casual demeanor about him. Much to her pleasure, Santana found herself feeling more comortable with Kyle that she would have ever imagined; which was extremely surprising, considering this was only her second session.

"So, did you do that little homework assignment I gave you?" Kyle asked and Santana nodded.

"Yeah, I did but I wanna start with something else if that's okay."

Kyle smiled and gestured for her to begin, "As you wish."

"I saw Quinn last night," Santana began with a heavy sigh. "She went drinking with Blaine and another friend of ours Cameron and they came back to Kurt's apartment completely plastered. Rachel took Cameron home, their married, and Kurt put Blaine to bed so I was left alone with Quinn. She got sick so I helped her out and put her in my bed since there was just no way she could make it home. I started to leave to sleep on the couch once I put her down but she asked me to stay."

"And did you?" Kyle asked when Santana paused.

"I did," she said slowly. "I stayed in bed with her."

"Tell me about that," he prompted.

"I liked it," Santana blurted out, much to her own surprise. "I liked being close to someone like that and not waking up alone. I liked just... being close to someone."

"Could you have woken up next to anyone and liked it, or was Quinn an important part of this equation?"

"That's why I'm confused, I don't know the answer to that yet. I thought she was Brittany," Santana admitted quietly. Kyle didn't speak so she continued, "I saw the blonde hair and something in my brain told me I must still be dreaming because there she is. But I pushed some hair back and saw it was Quinn."

"How did you feel when you saw it was Quinn?"

"At first I felt stupid for thinking it was Brittany, but then I felt about 100 different things because I had slept with Quinn. It was weird to be so close to her in a way I'd never been before after what had happened between us. I didn't want to deal with it right then though so I got out of the apartment to come here before she'd woken up."

"But you weren't angry about being close to Quinn like that?"

"No," Santana shook her head and furrowed her brow in thought. "I wasn't. I thought I would be, but I wasn't."

"Well, I think you should talk to Quinn sometime soon," Kyle recommened. "You two need to establish some form of communication. That is, assuming you want to keep her around."

"Of course I do!" Santana said quickly. "I need to have her around, she's my best friend."

"Then, like I said, talk to her. Make sure you two are on the same page and that she understand what you can and cannot give her," Kyle said.

"I think Brittany would be really pissed at me if I shut Quinn out," Santana laughed and shook her head with a smile. "She would tell me that I can't just drop one of my oldest friends over something like this."

"What do you think Brittany would say about Quinn having feelings for you?"

"She'd say that she couldn't blame Quinn, who wouldn't love me," Santana kept smiling as she stared down at her clasped hands. "I swear I'm not being a narcisist, she really would've said that."

"I don't doubt it," Kyle said with a smile. "Brittany wasn't the jealous type then, I take it. I would think that a lot of people would feel threatened if someone else had such strong feelings for their partner, especially when that someone was a close friend."

"She never got jealous because I never gave anyone else the time of day," Santana explained. "Other people could feel all they wanted but I was too caught up in loving Brit to even notice."

"Basically, you were completely whipped," Kyle teased and Santana laughed and nodded. "But what do you think she would say if you felt something for another person now, after she's gone?"

"She'd say go for it," Santana answered simply. "She'd tell me to be happy and do what I want because she knows that I'll never forget her or stop loving her. I think she would want me to find someone else if she wasn't there to make me happy."

"So it's not her that's holding you back, it's you," Mark stated.

"Yeah," Santana sighed. "I've always known that. I tried to kill myself after she died, you know."

Kyle nodded, "Kurt had mentioned that."

"When I was in my coma from all the pills I had this dream," Santana began, her voice indicating that she was in a far off place as she recalled upon the memory. "I was in the choir room of my old high school, I guess that's the place my subconcious chose because it's where I learned that it was okay to love Brittany. But she came into the room and told me to let go of her. She told me to keep loving her but to make room to love someone else too because I deserved to be happy. I should let someone else make me as happy as I made her."

"And what's holding you back from that potential happiness?"

"I think," Santana paused briefly to think. "I think it's because I just don't believe anyone else can make me feel the way she did."

"Of course they can't," Kyle deadpanned. "That's what makes love so special, everyone's is unique. No one can make you feel the way Brittany did and Brittany would never make you feel the way any future love interest could."

"Well then in terms of relative happiness I just can't see myself feeling as happy as I did with her," Santana modified her answer.

"You wanna know what I think?" Kyle asked.

"That's what I'm paying you for," Santana joked weakly.

"I think you're afraid of not being able to find that happiness and love with someone else. You're holding yourself back so you don't have to ever deal with the dissapointment of any further heartbreak that someone else may inflict upon you. You need to open yourself up to other people like that and give them the chance to love you. Love is a two way street so you can't wait for someone to give themselves to you completely until you're ready to do it back," Kyle said and Santana listened intently, really really hating how much his words rang true.

"So what you're saying is that I need to take risks to find love again?" Santana asked.

"Bingo," Kyle said with yet another smile. "I'm honestly impressed by how far you've come in just two sessions. Understanding what you need to do is a huge step, now you just need to get to the point where you can actually execute it. It's like singing on stage; you know you can sing but it's still scary as shit to stand up in front of a bunch of people see you in such a vulnerable state."

"I think that's the best way you could have put it for me," Santana chuckled. "I remember the first time glee club performed at sectionals, I was so fucking scared that people would think I sucked but the reward was far worth the risk."

"Exactly!" Kyle exclaimed. "Now just work on applying that logic to potential relationships and you'll be golden. And I know that you know that there's one other thing you need to work on."

"Betrayal," Santana admitted, wishing this could have been put off a little longer but knew it had to be dealt with. "I know that Brittany wouldn't mind, hell she'd prefer it if I pursued other people. But, that doesn't change the fact that I feel like I'm giving away something reserved for her when I feel things for other people."

"Which is where I want us to start on your next session," Kyle said as he pointed to the clock that hung on the wall. "I hate to say it, but our hour is up."

"Time flies," Santana sighed and stood up. "Any homework this time?"

"Talk to Quinn," Kyle suggested as he led her to the door. "Not mandatory because that's something you have to pace in a way that keeps you comfortable but I honestly think that you guys should have some sort of dialogue. Just get the ball rolling."

"Sounds good, and thank you for everything," Santana shook Kyle's hand and offered him a small smile.

"The pleasure is mine. I think you should return in a week and we'll see where to go from there."

Santana said her goodbyes to Kyle and quickly confirmed another appointment with his receptionist before stepping out into a suprisingly sunny day in New York. She couldn't help the light bounce she felt in her step as she happily took in the unseasonable warmth. And, for the first time in quite a while, she truly believed that things would be okay. She didn't know when, but they would be.