Again, thank you to all the readers and those who have reviewed. I do read each of them. I tried to get this update out much faster then the last one, so thanks again for those of you who have stuck with the story. I have this one planned out and hope to get the next few chapters out soon. Feel free to comment, and let me know what you think of the characters. Enjoy!

The blonde took a much needed sip of her latte and sighed with pleasure. It had been a long week for the psychologist, she had books she could be reading and a paper to finish. If she were honest, she wanted to be at her apartment curled up in her bed asleep. But Quinn wanted to be here so Brittany reluctantly attended as well. What kind of wing-woman lets her wingee down like that? What does one even call the person to whom one is wing-womaning for? Wingee? The winged person? For whom the wing tolls? Best google that as well, Brittany thought to herself as she took another sip of her latte.

Getting coffee was just a facade, and she was sure the shorter blonde knew. But Brittany didn't care. She needed the break from the long play. The blonde suffered from what she called self- diagnosed adult ADHD. If she was honest with herself she knew it wasn't full blown ADHD, but yet another side to her 20-sided die of awesomeness. While, Brittany constantly strove toward authenticity she realized everyone had versions of themselves or even sides of themselves they needed to turn to at times. This led her to realize her need for some secrets, and when she just needed to get away from people.

This constant movement toward personal authenticity was a primary reason she had turned to psychology as her field of study. She had benefitted so much from years of therapy that she endeavored to help others as she had been. She no longer exhibited the anxiety that she once did or spaced out during conversations. While the memories were always lingering in the back of her mind, she no longer had nightly repeats of the smell of blood soaked clothes or echoes of distant screaming demons. The memories no longer haunted her, causing loss of sleep or uncontrolled crying. The memories no longer held a crippling power over the blonde, they were a part of her now, part of her story.

So with her latte in hand the Brittany began to aimlessly wander the halls of the art building, taking in the peaceful serene atmosphere. She glanced at paintings, poked her head into classes filled with people creating wobbly pieces of pottery. She even passed by the computer lab where all the designers had holed themselves away. Brittany finally found herself back at the front entrance, half a cup of coffee, and only 20 minutes later. Her distraction was not working. It was time to bring out the big guns, nun attack. Nothing said "I'm wasting time like nuns with guns".

"I should make slogans." The blonde muttered to herself as she started her game.

Some time and a few choice words later, Brittany was having trouble clearing the current stage. The purple portals always gave her trouble. With a frustrated sigh the blonde decided she needed a break from the break she was taking. How complicated.

"Pretty girls shouldn't sigh like that." A deep voice purred out from behind her, startling the blonde psychologist.

Confused, Brittany turned to find a tall dark haired man about her age smiling roguishly down at her. Here we go, the blonde thought to herself as she squinted up at the stranger, her game momentarily forgotten.

"I beg to differ, chick flicks prove that girls sigh a lot. It's a completely normal human reaction to emotion." Brittany dead panned.

Undaunted by the blonde's sarcasm he tried again, "So what kind of emotion has you out here and not in there watching the show?"

"Boredom and barely restrained murderous rampage." the blonde retorted with a raised eyebrow as she assessed the stranger before her.

Ignoring the obvious I-don't-want-to-talk-to-you-look the blonde was shooting him, the dark haired student sat down next to Brittany with a grin. "Are you an art major?"

Frowning the blonde glanced at the guy sitting to her left, her cheeks lightly flushing in agitation. Why does this always happen to me? I need to work on becoming more unapproachable in public.

"Look, obviously you're not well practiced in your game. But what you just did, and missing those serious I don't really want to be bothered right now cues is not how it's done. It would be like me going up to a friend and saying, 'You know, she would never say it but if you really want to impress your professor at the end of the semester don't give her a card. Just lick her neck, she loves that.'" The blonde stated seriously to the now confused looking guy next to her.

He opened his mouth slightly to reply but Brittany simply charged on. "You do know I was being sarcastic right? Don't ever do that, it's kind of like academic suicide." she ended with a sweet smile.

Feeling a buzz from her hand Brittany looked down to see a text from Quinn.

"Gotta go" the blonde smiled as she got up and casually scurried as quickly as possible to the nearest restroom to hide out. Once inside the sanctuary of the bathroom she unlocked the phone ready to read the text and tap out her reply.

Quinn-Bee: It just keeps going on and on.

Brittany smirked down at her phone with a roll of her eyes, she knew her friend would only last so long. Even in Vegas, Quinn needed alcohol to make it through Phantom of the Opera. Though, admittedly the woman who played Christine had screeched her way through most of the songs.

Brittany: You wanted to come to it.
Quinn-Bee: I know, I'm re-thinking the wisdom of that idea.
Brittany: Eyes on the prize Q, Eyes on the prize.
Quinn-Bee: Right. On a mission, it will commence at intermission.
Brittany: And you call me corny. Tell me how it goes. 3
Quinn-Bee: Therapize me if it's a fail
Brittany: yay! Been waiting to use a gestalt technique I learned…it involves…a chair!
Quinn-Bee: …kinky
Brittany: Only the best for you 3

Smiling the blonde locked her phone and slid it into her jacket pocket. She really hoped Quinn asked Rachel out today, she was getting tired of her roommate anxiously fluttering around the apartment. The dissecting of every interaction and pseudo-interaction was beginning to drive Brittany to a slow burning insanity. She loved her friend but there was only so much analyzing she could do of interactions before she lost all patience and would suggest the other blonde to simply ask Rachel out. It would be less painful in the long run and they would both have fewer headaches. To Brittany it was a win-win situation. But it was her duty as friend to support the shorter blonde, but if Quinn didn't hurry up she would support her into a forced date with Rachel which would be awkward for everyone included.

With a last glance at her reflection Brittany slowly exited the bathroom only to see the same guy from before with a new victim. If it was possible to lean against the wall in a slimly way, he had not only pioneered the move he had perfected it. Because next to him was an uncomfortable looking brunette who looked about ready to jump out of her skin. The poor girl was leaned away him at an angle that is difficult to pull off naturally, but in typical arrogant suitor style he was either oblivious or did not care. The whole scene looked like it belonged in some comedy.

With a frown Brittany shook her head and began to walk past the two to get herself another coffee. It was really none of her business and she was rid of him wasn't she? But something about the aggravated and slightly distressed look in the brunette's eye made the blonde pause. She glanced at the two again carefully gauging the situation. The brunette bounced anxiously on the balls of her feet looking ready to run, but the more she edged away the more the guy leaned toward her. It was obvious that the guy's interest was not returned and was in fact unwanted. But just like with Brittany he read those signs all wrong.

I wonder if he thinks it's just womanly wiles playing hard to get, the tall blonde thought to herself darkly. I mean of course the freaked out trying to escape routine only means she wants you more dude. With a sigh Brittany knew her choice had been made. So she plastered a sickenly sweet smile on her face as she called out toward the two with a confidence she did not feel. She really hoped she was making a good decision otherwise she was about to make things 10 times more awkward.

"Hey hunny! I've been looking for you; I thought we were supposed to meet near the front entrance?" the blonde exclaimed as she slid toward the brunette who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. As she got closer she could clearly see chocolate eyes looking at her in dismay as if not really sure who she was addressing. She returned what she hoped was a reassuring smile to the Hispanic girl in front of her, before turning toward the oblivious guy with an easy smirk.

"Hey bro, I see you found my friend. Thanks a lot for finding her for me." She smirked as she pulled the Latina toward her in a small side hug, her eyes never once leaving Sir Slimy guy's confused face. She took note of how the smaller woman fit into her side and how her hands naturally came up to return the embrace, even if she was still unsure of what was going on or what the tall blonde was doing.

Faking a serious expression she leaned toward him slightly, pushing herself in between two and effectively placing the smaller woman behind her. "Hey, remember what we talked about earlier; if you lick the professor's neck it's like academic suicide. Just say no."

With a last false smile the blonde quickly ushered the still shocked brunette away from the guy. She casually attempted to beat a hasty retreat with the small Latina in tow toward the other end of the lobby. She didn't even realize she had her arm around the smaller brunette's back and the other on her forearm until they had reached a secluded spot. As if burned she hastily dropped her arms from the smaller woman, her own awkwardness rolling back into place now that the facade had been dropped.

"Hey, sorry if that was super weird. That guy was pulling that same slimy crap earlier with me, so I decided to intervene." The tall blonde rushed out as the reality of what she had just done settled heavily on her shoulders like an anxious weight. Unconsciously she began to rub her hands together nervously. Brittany rarely did things like this and she had no words for why she decided to help. She just knew that she couldn't leave the Latina alone with that guy, and now she was second guessing her earlier actions.

Slowly the Latina in front of her looked up, chocolate eyes wide behind her dark rimmed frames. It was the first time Brittany had gotten a good look at the girl's face and what she saw left her slightly winded and wondering why her brain suddenly seemed to short circuit. The other woman was slightly shorter than her and had a small heart shaped face, flawless olive skin, and deep chocolate eyes the blonde nearly lost herself in which were framed by black and white rimmed glasses. Her hair was long and falling in waves around her shoulders which the blonde could only describe as perfection. In short the girl in front of her was gorgeous. No wonder Sir. Slime-a-lot was hitting on her.

" Uhm…." Brittany shook her head slightly attempting to clear the sudden fog her brain had developed. "I hope that was ok?" the blonde quietly stuttered as she looked away from the confused eyes in front of her.

"Yeah, thanks" The other girl husked out quietly. "Your way was much nicer. He wouldn't take a hint so I was 'bout to go all she-hulk on him."

Brittany looked up sharply at the brunette, her eyes narrowing slightly as she smirked in response. "She-hulk huh? I bet green would be a good color on you, and while I would totally would have paid to see that. I don't think it would have been a good idea." She replied seriously.

The Latina frowned up at the blonde suddenly looking less sure of herself as she tilted her head slightly in question.

"Well you know, we are in an art building. Do you know how many fan-children are here? You would have been mobbed." Brittany nodded seriously, gaining confidence.

"In fact, I think I saved you not only from Sir slimes-a-lot but also from possible artist fan-children mass mobbing you" the blonde stated. Brittany then smirked and completed the gesture with a small exaggerated bratty hair flick.

The brunette chuckled softly and something inside the blonde unfurled in relief. It was good to know the other girl got her humor. Most people had a difficult time trying to figure out when she is joking or being serious due to her dry sense of humor.

"Sir-Slimes-A-Lot huh? You're funny." The shorter brunette smiled pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Actually, I'm Brittany", the taller blonde corrected with a smirk.

"Santana "the shorter girl responded.

"Nice to meet you Santana." Brittany smiled genuinely mirroring the smile on the shorter girl's face. "Are you here to see the play or …" the blonde shrugged vaguely in the direction of the rest of the art building, her voice trailing off.

"The play" Santana paused as she smoothed her shirt over her abdomen in apparent nervousness, "my friend really wanted to see it. But I kinda needed a break, it's a depressing story." The Latina finished with an anxious frown as if admitting some kind of dark secret.

The blonde let out a soft breath she didn't realize she was holding at the words, "Yeah, I hear enough sad stories, it's why I prefer action or comedies." Brittany offered to the other woman. At Santana's questioning look she flushed slightly and hurriedly replied, "Though some would say the play is a beautiful story" while internally smacking herself.

"It is, but a bit of a tough story to watch" the other woman asserted.

Brittany smiled at the Latina and was about to agree when the doors to the theater suddenly opened signaling that the intermission had begun. The blonde turned toward the doors as people began to spill into the lobby talking animatedly with each other. It was like an internal timer had gone off signaling to the blonde that her time with the beautiful Latina was short. She knew that whatever plan Quinn had it was most likely being executed right now if the other blonde had any lady balls left. She turned toward the other woman with a half-smile and saw the same look in the shorter brunette's eyes. Brittany knew she had just had the same thought.

"Santana!" both Brittany and the Latina looked up at the voice as a slim dark haired man rushed to the shorter woman's side.

"Where have you been? You missed the entire first half!" he chided the brunette.

"My bad, I was busy getting hit on." She immediately bit back with a frown toward the newcomer. It was then that he suddenly took notice of the tall blonde at his friend's side who was awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers. He did a once over of Brittany and immediately glared at her as he sized her up.

"Hold up, I'm the good guy in this story." Brittany said as she put both hands up in mock surrender. "I actually helped her out." The blonde turned toward Santana with a pleading look to confirm her story.

At the blonde's words he relaxed slightly but glanced back at Santana who smiled gently and nodded. "Yeah Kurt, this weird guy was not taking a hint earlier and Brittany helped."

At Santana's words Kurt visibly relaxed and smoothed a hand through his hair resembling a bird whose feathers had just been ruffled. Brittany brought her hands down as well and shot the Latina a grateful smile. It wasn't everyday she was accosted by a fashionably dressed man and she did not want to start today. As if sensing the awkwardness settle around the two women again he immediately thrust a hand out toward the tall blonde.

"Sorry about that" he apologized "I'm Kurt a friend of Santana's, thanks for helping her out." He said genuinely as he smiled up at the slightly taller blonde.

"Brittany, and really it's no worries. That guy was being a real slime-ball to me too." The blonde shyly replied. Like many, Brittany was a bit quieter around new people and she already felt like she would not want to be on the bad side of Santana's friend Kurt. She envisioned her limp body being dragged into a back alley somewhere in Midtown Atlanta while Kurt cursed because he got his Café Americano on his new Dior pants. The blonde's eyes glazed over slightly while the images of a fashionable but painful end danced in her mind.

"Well it was still very nice of you, Santana has a tendency to attract unwanted attention." Kurt gushed.

"Whoa hold up Hummel-lips, I have a tendency to attract unwanted attention?" The shorter woman challenged her friend. Santana stood a bit straighter, propped a hand up on her hip, and adopted a do-not-fuck-with-me look as she stared down her nose at Kurt over the rims of her black glasses.

"And what do you call that stunt you pulled at Mama's Boy the other morning with Mr.-Obviously-Straight?! Because I sure as hell don't call it blending in with the scenery to have a nice quiet drama free breakfast. Oh no, Hummel. I call that attracting unwanted attention. I mean who does that? Hits on a guy then pukes in his lap?! Sexy Hummelita, Sexy." The Latina was on a roll and her chocolate eyes got more intense with every word that left her mouth.

"Oh, and then when he starts yelling at me to get you off him because you were too busy spewing chunks on his man-tool to notice ,you have the nerve to tell me that you had it all under control?!" Santana scoffed at the now rapidly blushing Kurt. "Can't take yo ass nowhere" She finished obviously agitated.

At that Brittany burst out laughing, tears gathering at the edges of her eyes. The two friends in front of her flabbergasted at her mirth simply stared at the blonde psychologist which only made her laugh harder. Finally as her laughter died into giggles the blonde hummed happily.

"You guys are awesome. This is by far the best play ever." Brittany exclaimed, not in the least bit phased by Santana's outburst.

While the blonde had been laughing Kurt's eyes suddenly reassessed the blonde as if recognizing her for the first time. A slow smile spread across his face as he glanced at the brunette to his left. He knew exactly who the blonde was and he was not going to let this opportunity pass him by.

"So Brittany was it? What do you study?" He all but purred out which didn't make it past Santana who threw an anxious glance toward her friend.

"Psychology, how about yourself?" The blonde replied, obvious to Kurt's change in demeanor.

"Physical therapy, in fact do you know anything about PTSD or how injury or limb loss can affect a person?" Kurt dug deeper while studiously ignoring Santana poking him in the back. The intermission clock was ticking and he would be damned if he didn't at least get the blonde's number for his friend.

"Oh yeah I got some articles and stuff on it, are you writing a paper or something" The blonde asked now all business.

"I'm thinking of making it my thesis actually so I'm doing some initial inquiries." Kurt played sheepish pulling the taller blonde deeper into his story while Santana stood helplessly watching. She didn't dare stop him because she wanted to have the blonde's info as well but she also was slightly aggravated by Kurt's meddling. They would have words later.

"Oh sure if you want I can email you the articles or something?" Brittany asked.

"Yes! That would be lovely." He exclaimed then paused for a moment as if in thought, "Actually would it be ok with you if I talked with you a little bit about the topic. I don't really get some of the psych terms." Kurt finished looking shy.

"Oh yeah sure, lets exchange numbers and stuff and we can sit down and chat about it next week if you want. Sometimes the psycho-babble confuses people who aren't in the field." The blonde pulled out her phone as she spoke obvious to the victorious smirk Kurt threw Santana's way. The blonde had played right into his hands.

The glare the Latina shot her friend only made his smirk spread into a full grin as he watched her face darken in embarrassment. I'm helping you, you wouldn't have gotten her number anyways. He mouthed to Santana whose only response was to narrow her eyes at him.

After the two had exchanged numbers Kurt smiled as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. "It was nice meeting you Brittany; I'll text you when I'm done reading those articles so we can meet. Oh, is it ok if we do it over coffee? Santana goes to this place called Espresso Royale…"

"Sure, bring Santana too" The blonde replied as a buzz startled her out of completing her thought. Curious she glanced down to see a phone call from Quinn.

"Listen, I gotta go, my friend is probably making sure I didn't run away to join Cirque du Solei again. Hit me up ok." The blonde exclaimed as she bounded off to answer her phone.

The Latina and Kurt started after her as she left a silence enveloping the two of them. Slowly Santana turned to look at Kurt, her face accusatory only to see her friend still smiling victorious.

"You love me, admit it." Kurt stated proudly.

Sighing she shook her head slowly as she glanced toward the direction the blonde had walked, "I have to admit Hummelita, you are the best wingwoman ever."

"Wing-gay" Kurt deadpanned.

"Wing-queer" Santana fired back.

"Ohh, I like that one." He replied as he threaded his arms with hers.