Just want to thank everyone who has actually stayed with this story. I'm terrible at keeping up with regular updates but life just seems to get in the way and when it doesn't writer's block seems to kick in. So I do apologize for taking so long but upside being that when I do update they are longer chapters. I did shorten this a bit mostly because it's the next chapter I'm really want to focus most attention on and after reading I'm sure you'll understand why. Plus side I'm already about halfway done writing the next chapter but it's been taking awhile to type out what I've managed to write but I'm hoping to update soon after I'm back from vacation. And again thanks to everyone for reading and reviews are always welcomed, in fact I encourage it! =) xo
CHAPTER 9
Santana and Quinn were still brainstorming ideas when Quinn's phone rang and they both looked at each other in complete panic when they saw it was Brittany calling.
"Oh shit doesn't answer that she's gotta know I'm here." Santana said quickly without thinking as she was still in shock and the phone continued to ring.
"What the hell are you talking about don't answer it?! She's my friend who just got her heart broken, again.. by you!" She added harshly.
"No shit but she's going to know I'm here." Santana stated.
"No she won't just shut up!" Quinn shot back before moving to grab her phone off her desk.
"Hey Britt, whats up?" she asked casually and Santana watched on curiously. "B you're still crying?" she asked hearing the her blonde friend mumbling something she couldn't make out in between her sobs. Santana's eyes shot open and Quinn's comment and punched Q in the arm and Quinn turned in anger of why the girl had just hit her while still trying to decode what Brittany was trying to say on the phone. "Sorry sweetheart hang out on one second okay? Just catch your breathe Britt I can hardly understand what you're saying. Hang out." she rushed before covering her speaker before speaking. "What the hell was that for?!" Quinn demanded trying to keep her voice down.
"You said 'still'! You said Britt are you 'still' crying! You can't say that shit otherwise she's going to know that you know more than you should be knowing right now!" Santana spat back.
"Okay I'll watch what I say just don't fucking hit me again or you won't have any hand to write your love letters with anymore, got me?!" she threatened and Santana just rolled her eyes and nodded at the empty threat. "Good now shut up."
"Brittany you still there?... Yeah I'm sorry I was..talking to my roommate she was being super loud and I couldn't understand you. Now just take a few deep breathes and slowly tell me what happened okay?"
Quinn sat down on the edge of her bed as she listened to Brittany explain her side of what had happened just an hour earlier at the restaurant. Santana stayed sitting in the middle of the bed and attempted to wait patiently as possible. As soon as she heard the girl's sobs through the phone her heart broke even she wanted to do was run to her and take her in her arms until she would shed no more tears but she knew she'd couldn't. She was the cause of this pain and hearing the girl's muffled words over the phone made Santana that much more determined to make things right and prove that she was not the person Brittany now believed her to be.
She lost interest in the conversation and started brainstorming how to write an apology to Brittany that would be worthy enough of a second chance. She was once again too lost within her own head she hadn't noticed Quinn was no longer on the phone with the blue eyed beauty that was consuming her every thought.
Quinn hung up with Brittany after hearing, for the most part, the same story that Santana had just shared with her about what had happened in the restaurant. She wasn't one to take sides in arguments but would listen to both opposing sides then see if there was some middle ground where everyone could compromise a good solution for everyone. Unfortunately for Quinn this was not one of those situations. Yes they both have legitimate reasons for their actions but if Santana hadn't decided to play the jealous card then Brittany wouldn't walked out of the restaurant like she had done but most likely would've went to find Santana.
She had noticed how much B's entire demeanor had changed since Santana had come into the picture. It seemed as though she had been slowly piecing herself back together every time she had either heard from her not so secret admirer or from actually spending time with Santana. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact they are one in the same. Brittany had been so fragile when they had met not so long ago and the effect the latina had on the girl was surely not unnoticed by a lot of people. She had her suspicions but honestly didn't believe Santana was capable of of being that nice to someone or ending her string of one night stands to focus interest on just one girl. The effect the two had on each other was obvious to anyone within their presence though. Even from only knowing each other for such a short period of time even Quinn could see it was like they were each exactly what the other needed. Anyone could see that they were both happy and content in each others' presence.
"Are you sure this is going to work Q?" Santana asks breaking the silence once Quinn drops her phone onto the bed.
"Well it's the only thing we could come up with and I think it's your best shot." Quinn said grabbing her shoes from her closet.
"You're leaving?" Santana asks noticing the other girl's actions.
"Yeah Brittany is really upset and asked me to go over to her place. Plus we've already come up with our plan for you and now I have to go cheer her up in the mean time."
"You're not gonna help me? I have no idea what to say Q!"
"Santana I've read all those notes you've sent to her believe me you shouldn't have any problem finding the right words to say. Besides I'm Brittany's best friend and right now she needs me."
"Yeah I guess you're right. I'd rather you be with her than knowing she's alone right now." She responds as she heads towards the door.
"Just write what you feel San okay? I'll text you tomorrow and we can go from there alright?"
"Yeah that sounds-" she begins but is interrupted when her phone goes off notifying her she has a new text message. She pulls her phone from her pocket and opens the message from the unknown number.
'This is Artie. Meet me at the pool in a half hour.'
"-perfect." she says to herself before she replies with an 'okay'.
"Everything alright?" Quinn asks when she notices Santana's sudden distraction.
"Yeah everything is fine." She replies. "Just a minor issue I need to deal with but it won't take long then I'll get to work on that note." She tells Q as she plays with her phone in her hand and a devious smirk takes over her face as she thinks about the message she just received.
"Okay if you say so. Now get going I have to go!" She says as she practically pushes Santana out of the door.
"Thanks Q." Santana replies as the door closes and she begins to make her way towards the campus pool.
Quinn makes her way to Brittany's apartment shortly after Santana leaves. She uses the key to the coffee shop that Brittany had given her in case of any emergency to get inside he building. She heads down the back hallway and up the stairs to her apartment door and gently knocks
"Brittany..." she says waiting for the door to open. "Britt, it's Quinn." she tries again knocking with a bit more force incase Brittany is somewhere else in the apartment.
After another minute she begins to worry when there is still no response. Quinn decides to check to see if the door is locked. She turns the knob and realizes that it isn't so she slowly opens it and steps inside. As soon as she closes the door and walks further into the apartments she hears soft sobs coming from somewhere inside the apartment. She quickly goes to the living room but doesn't see Brittany. The sobbing sounds are now louder and she follows the sound until she reaches Brittany's bedroom.
"Oh Britt." She says softly, entering the bedroom.
She immediately spots Brittany who is facing away from her on her bed and curled up in a ball. Quinn goes and sits down carefully trying to not startle the girl.
"It's gonna be okay." She says as she gently rests her hand on her friend's shoulder as she continues to the cry. Quinn remembers that she isn't suppose to already know why the girl is hysterical considering she couldn't even understand half of what Brittany had tried to tell her on the phone. Her words were too muffled from crying. Q wants to ask in hopes that talking about it may help but at the same time doesn't want to push her knowing she couldn't even form a full sentence when she had called her. She sees that the broken girl in front of her is visibly shaking as she tries to muffle her cries into her pillow. Not wanting to force her to talk Quinn stays sitting on the bed and gently rubs her friends back in an attempt to sooth her.
"I'm here Britt. I'm here." she repeats softly as she continues to rub her back gently.
Brittany lets out a heavy sigh at the touch and her friend's trusting and reassuring words. She turns over towards her and rests her head in Quinn's lap. Quinn sees that pillow she thought Brittany was holding is actually the unicorn that Santana had won for her a the fair. It's wet in certain spots from Brittany's tears and the girl has death grip on it as she now holds it tightly against her chest. Quinn's heart breaks at the sight of her emotionally distraught friend. She knew the girl was broken from what had happened with Artie and noticed she had just began to let her guard with Santana. She couldn't even imagine what she was going through thinking that Santana was just the same as her ex.
Not knowing what else to do Quinn sits there on the bed and runs her fingers lightly through Brittany's hair. The action seems to calm the girl more and after a few minutes her cries finally stop and her breathing evens out as she drifts off to sleep. 'This plan better work.' Quinn thinks to herself. She leans back against the headboard careful no to wake Brittany who still has her head in Quinn's lap and her grip still tight on the tear stained unicorn in her arms. She Quinn rests her head against the headboard as well as she continues to gently run her hand through Brittany's hair and soon falls asleep too.
Santana makes her way across campus and heads inside to the indoor pool, immediately spotting Artie once she's inside.
"You know I always wanted to be on the swim team." he says facing the water not even looking at her as she approaches him.
"Wow that's a touching story." She says sarcastically. "Now what is it that you want because I thought you already rolled your way out of town." she says crossing her arms over her chest as he finally turns to face her.
"And miss saying goodbye to you? Nooo I couldn't do that!" he smirks.
"What do you want Wheels?! Please tell me you're not still trying to get Brittany and this is just some bullshit way of attempting to threaten me again because seriously haven't you been turned down enough?" She replies back.
"Says the girl who had her running from you just a couple hours ago." he laughs, "You know you and I are a lot alike but you've got a bit to learn sweetheart. If you plan on cheating on the girl you should probably avoid doing it right in front of her face. I merely came to offer some pointers. From what I've heard you've got quite the rep for one night stands but making out with another hot chick in front the one you're trying to nail? I mean seriously?!" he continues shaking his head at the thought. "You've got guys but she's not the type to jump on that. She's definitely worth the effort though," he smiles and winks at her. "I mean definitely knows what she's doing. Why do you think I kept her around for so long?" he smirks at the thought.
Everything Santana has been holding in since he opened his mouth just snaps at his last comment. 'This stupid fucker did not just say what I think he just said.' she thinks to herself but she manages to keep a straight face as she approaches him.
"Unbelievable." she says as she continues to walk towards him.
"Oh you have no idea just how unbelievable sweetheart. Why do you think I came back?" he says with a knowing smirk. "I mean I tried to find someone else believe me I tried many different options but no one I was with ever compared to her." He finished with a wide grin obviously thinking about the memories of him and Brittany together.
That look is enough to make Santana want to vomit at the thought of them together. However she quickly shakes the thought from her head before she composes herself enough to speak.
"That's not what I was referring to Wheels. You know what's really unbelievable?" she asks with an expression Artie can't identify.
"What's that?" he responds intrigued by the question.
"Just how much of an asshole you really are." She says now glaring down at him and the smile that was on his face drops instantly at the comment. Santana ignores his look of irritation and continues. "Someone who claims to have loved someone as amazing and genuine as Brittany and thinks it's perfectly okay to talk about her that way. You know what's even more unbelievable though?" she asks again quirking her eyebrow at him.
"What?" He asks obviously irritated at her reaction not being what he had been expecting.
"The fact that I'm still letting you breathe right now." she says as she looks him dead in the eye.
He looks back at her and sees the seriousness behind her words. She looks at him in utter hatred and anger as she clenches her jaw and fists that hang at her sides. She looks ready to tackle him over and for the first time Artie is actually showing the fear knowing she could do just that at any moment.
"After hearing you say shit like that I'm not sure how much longer you will be so listen up and don't even think of breathing another word understood?" She pauses with a smile when she sees that he is too much fear to respond. "Nod if you understand me." She says and Artie quickly nods in agreement 'causing Santana to grin that she is having the effect on him that she was hoping for. "Go now listen up. Now I get you still have a thing for Brittany and as fucked up as you may be I can understand how you could have these feelings. She's beautiful, she's innocent, she's everything that's good in the miserable stinking world. Anyone would be lucky enough to have her however that no longer includes you. The way you treated her is the most fucked up way to treat any human being. You basically used her as if she was your own personal slave. You got her thinking you were in love with her when really you were just using her for sex."
Her anger fumes more at her words and seeing Artie still right in front of her is making her even more angry than she thought possible. "Now I really don't feel like spending the night killing you and figuring out a way to hide the body since I don't feel like wearing a jumpsuit for the next couple decades so I'm gonna let you off easy, okay?" she ask rhetorically knowing from the pure fear in his eyes that he's smart enough not to speak like she had already told him. "Nod." she says and he frantically nods his head in understanding. "I mean I know I could probably even make that hideous orange jumpsuit look hot but it's not something that's gonna be happening. See here's what is going to happen, you're gonna to get the fuck out of this town and Brittany and myself are never to see your sorry ass ever again. She deserves the world and even though I have fucked up tonight I do plan on spending as long as it takes to make her realize that what happened tonight at the restaurant was a misunderstanding and that I would never do anything to hurt her. I'm nothing like you and I will spending ever moment I can letting Brittany know that. She deserves everything and I plan on being the one to give it to her not you. So after I walk out of here neither of us are ever to see you again. If I do ever see your pathetic self again you're not even going to be able to sit in that chair let alone wheel yourself around, got me?" he nods once in response and she can see he's visibly holding his breath. "Good. Now take a breath because you're going to need it in a second." she says and before he has time to react and put his brakes on she pushes him back into the pool creating a huge splash when he and his chair hit the water. She watches as he comes up to the surface for air starts swimming towards the edge before she walks back out the door.
Santana walks back towards her own dorm after leaving the pool and her mind is racing on what to do about Brittany. Brittany, the girl who has been clouding her thoughts ever since she took the time to actually look at the girl that day in the coffee shop. She thinks back over everything for a millionth time. How far she had come with her to being so close, to being with her just to screw everything up again. Shaking her head in frustration with her previous actions. She thinks about how amazing Brittany really is. From her eyes that she can just get completely lost in. Yes 'getting lost in someone's gaze' is something she's heard and read about a lot and honestly never thought it was a real thing until the first time she had made eye contact with her. Once those crystal blue eyes made contact with her own eyes she knew she could happily drown within the girl's gaze.
Santana thinks of everything that Brittany deserves to have, especially given everything she's already been through. She deserves someone who can bear it all and someone who can shout how in love in her they are. "Wait.. love?" she says out loud to herself and stops walking as she thinks over the word that just came into her mind at the thought of Brittany. "Can I? I haven't even known her all that long but I mean her... and she's so.." she sighs "I love her." She can't help but smile at the realization. "Sure it's soon but who couldn't love someone as kind, and beautiful, and funny, and sweet, and-and just perfect...yeah I love her." She thinks to the pain Brittany has felt from being with someone who had claimed to love her and how she's already made her feel the same as Artie had, completely betrayed. She vows to never make Brittany feel that ever again. 'She deserves to be wooed and adored and she deserves to love again.' Santana thinks as she starts walking to her dorm again while trying to think of the perfect way to show Brittany what she means to her.
Quinn wakes up the following morning when she feels Brittany move on the bed.
"Hi." she says softly with a rasp in her voice from just waking up.
"Hi." Brittany responds back as she sits indian style on her bed next to Quinn and places the stuffed animal in her lap. She sits in silence petting the mane of her unicorn. Quinn realizes she's going to have to be the first one to speak since Brittany is obviously still not able to just open up.
"You kinda scared me last night Britt." Quinn says as she sits up on the bed next to her.
"I'm sorry." Brittany sighs out not looking up at her friend, her gaze is fixed on Philip.
"You want to talk about what happened?" she asks unsure if she should be forcing her to talk about the subject this soon knowing the state she was in the night before.
"I just- I just- I don't know what to do anymore." She replies and grips onto the the unicorn trying to hold back her tears.
"It's okay B." she says and places her hand on her knee and gives it a light but reassuring squeeze and keeps it there to let her know she's there for her. "What did Artie do this time?" she asks hoping the misdirection will lead her to telling her what actually happened."
"It wasn't Artie. Well part of it was but it- I just- and she-" she tries to form all of her thoughts as her minds races of the event that all happened only causing the pain in her chest to hurt more at the thought of it all. "It's happening again." she finally manages to breath out as a few tears spill down her face.
"I will kick his ass. What happened Brittany? What did he do?" she sees her questions aren't helping with her friend's current state so she takes a breath and tries a different approach. "Just breath and when you're ready take me thought the night and tell me everything that happened okay? Take your time Britt I'm not going anywhere." she finishes and gives the girl's knee another gently squeeze. She waits for a few minutes for Brittany to compose herself before she manages to speak again.
"It was Santana. She.. she was there- with someone else. I thought.. well at first I thought she was on a date but then I don't know for some reason I thought she was just trying to make me jealous you know 'cause she kept looking over at me and she had this look in her eye. I was trying to eat with Artie but I just couldn't keep my mind off her the entire time. Artie was just being..well Artie. It got to the point that I just couldn't take it anymore so I told him-" she stops rambling to take a breath and continues, "I told Artie it was over for good. After I told him that I felt really good about myself and I looked over at Santana and she looked at me and I just wanted to go to her. I realized I just wanted to be with her you know? So I went to go to her table and tell her but when- when I got to her table to tell her how I felt..she- they were kissing. She was kissing the girl she was with and I just.. broke." she pauses as the tears come streaming down her face.
She leans her body into a ball and clenches Philip against her chest. Quinn doesn't know if she should say anything yet so she just leans over and wraps her arms around her friend until she begins to calm down again.
When Brittany's gentle sobs turn back into sniffles Quinn releases her hold on the fellow blonde and sits back up on the bed. Brittany takes a minute to compose herself once again wiping the remaining tears from her face with her hand. She takes a few calming breathes before speaking again.
"I thought she was different Quinn but she's just as bad as him." she says, her voice is filled with disappointment and now somewhat angry. "No, she's worse. She threw it right in my face and I couldn't handle the thought it all happening again, so I ran. I just kept going until I wasn't even sure where I was anymore. I found my way back here and I called you I didn't know what else to do. Quinn, I don't- I don't know what to do. I want the pain to stop. I want to stop hurting like this. Please just make it stop." She chokes out trying to catch her breath.
Quinn not knowing what else she can do for her just takes Brittany in her arms once again. She rubs her back soothingly. "Breathe sweetie. You need to breathe. It's going to be okay." She repeats over and over until Brittany calms down once again.
"I'm sorry." Brittany finally hiccups after a few moments of silence once she manages to somewhat catch her breath.
"Hey stop that. Don't you dare apologize okay? I'm here for you Brittany it's okay to breakdown so don't apologize." She tells her sternly and Brittany just nods into her shoulder.
"I'm so stupid." Brittany says after another minute."
"That's enough." she begins and gently pushes Brittany back so she can look at her face. "Look at me Britt," she continues once the girl meets her gaze. "you are not stupid."
"I am though. I trust everyone and they're all just liars. I mean except you, honestly Quinn I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't met you. Thank you for being here, you're really an amazing friend." Brittany states with a soft smile.
It's the first smile she's seen on the girl in a couple days and Quinn can't help but feel guilty knowing that she's going behind her back by helping Santana, even if it is with good intentions.
"Somebody will prove you wrong Brittany. I promise you someone will." Quinn says softly.
"I doubt it." Brittany replies in a defeated tone.
Quinn tries to shake her thoughts of betraying her friendship and possibly bringing Brittany more disappointment is she finds out. She quickly thinks back to helping Santana and searches the room. Her eyes fall to Brittany's desk. She gets up from the bed and makes her way over to the desk and finds the small stack of envelopes and returns back to the bed with them in hand.
"Well.." she begins as she places the letters beside Philip on Brittany's knee. "what about your admirer?"
"Q what makes you think this person is any different?" she says flipping through the short stack of envelopes before disregarding them on her bed and looking back to her friend.
"Just hear me out on this Britt okay?" she asks and Brittany just nods back. "You knew Santana's past when this all started B. Out of everything that's happened though the only other person, whoever they may be, is the only one who has been able to make you happy again. I've only really seen that face of true happiness on you either right after you've read these letters or whenever you're talking about them. So I don't know I just think you should be careful but I don't think you should lose hope."
"How am I suppose to to leave all hope in someone I don't know and who won't even show their face or even tell me their name?" She sighs.
"I don't know Britt it's just a feeling. See where this goes for right now I have a good feeling so don't lose all hope for happiness just yet okay?" Q says with a somewhat hopeful smile.
"Alright Quinn, if you say so." Brittany says untangling her legs and leaning back against her headboard. "I just hope you're right."
"Me too." she says under her breath as she thinks back to Santana's plan. Quinn looks over at Brittany's alarm clock and notices the time. "Listen Britt I gotta get going I have a class starting soon. Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah I'll be fine." she says unconvincingly.
"Do you want me to wait and we can go together?"
"No, I'm not up for class today but I'll be okay don't worry." she says but Quinn doesn't look convinced. "Really Q go I'll be fine. I don't want you missing out because then I'll really have no idea what I missed." she lets out a laugh and Quinn does as well.
"Okay if you're sure. Call if you need anything alright?" she says as they make their way towards the door.
Brittany nods, "Thank you Quinn." she says getting up and giving Quinn a hug.
"Head up Britt. Remember things can turn around when you least expect it. Okay that sounded like a fortune cookie but I promise it's true." Brittany laughs in response and she pulls out of the hug.
"Thanks Confucius." she chuckles with a small smile. Quinn laughs as well before opening the door to leave.
"I mean it Brittany you need anything just call or text ok?"
"Thank you. You've helped but I think I just need some time to myself now but I promise to let you know if that changes okay?" She says as Quinn steps into the hall.
"Okay. I'll talk to you later Britt."
"Bye Q." she says with a soft smile.
Quinn makes her way down the stairs and into the coffee shop. She orders a coffee and shoots a text to Santana while she waits.
Q: Just left Britts. She didn't want to go to class.
She's just walking out the front door of the shop as she receives a reply.
S: How is she?
Q: She's destroyed. I asked Tina to keep an eye on her before I left.
S: Good idea.
Q: How's your letter coming?
S: Got a bit delayed..had a run in with Artie. No worries though I took care of that asshole for good.
Q: What did you do?!
S: Pushed him into the pool.
Quinn rereads the text before she quickly selects the call option on her phone. It rings twice before Santana answers but she doesn't even have time to speak before Quinn yells into the phone.
"SANTANA! He's in a wheelchair he could've died! He didn't die right?!" she shrieks into the phone.
"Calm down he can swim! I didn't kill him. I just put him in his place and believe me he totally had it coming!" She responds quickly defending her actions.
"Fine just get to work and let me know when I can pick it up alright?"
"Why are you the one bringing it to her again?"
"We went over this already! If she happens to see you with it she's going to automatically think the worst. If she sees me with it I can just say I found or something."
"Right okay that's fine I guess."
"Good now get it finished I won't be able to do anything until my late class ends though so I'll text you once I'm finished alright?"
"Yeah that's fine this is going to take me awhile anyway." Santana states as she looks at the her fifth piece of paper she crumbles and tosses across the room, not even aiming at the trash can anymore.
"Just be honest. I gotta get to class. I'll see you tonight." Quinn says as she hangs up and rushes towards campus trying to not be late for her first class.
Later on that day Santana paces her dorm with her fingers pinched on the bridge of her nose as she tries to clear her head. She's spent the entire morning and afternoon trying to come up with the right words to say to Brittany but nothing she writes seems to be good enough. 'How do you say sorry I lied to you and played you but it was only because I love you. Oh and sorry for that other girl kissing me right in front of you.' She's already torn up more than half of her notebook in attempts to write Brittany the perfect apology/confession but hasn't been able to come up with anything solid and worthy of her.
Stressed beyond functioning she quickly dials Blaine's number hoping he can give her some insight.
"Why hello Satan." Kurt answers.
"Lady lips why do you have Blaine's phone?"
"He had to run back to his dorm because he forgot one of his notebooks. We're on our way to the library for a study session for a test tomorrow."
"Oh well can you have him call me when he gets back I need to speak with him." She says with an exhausted tone.
"Well maybe I can help!" He squeals, "Trouble in paradise? You know Blaine isn't the only one who can give relationship advice! What's the problem?"
Santana is too tired to argue with him so she tells him the a summed up version of what happened. By the time she gets to what happened the previous night Blaine has returned and she fills them both in on the events from the night before. The line is silent before Kurt finally speaks up.
"Wow you really screwed things up."
"Listen Hummel I don't have time for this so if you can help do so or I'm hanging up." She says in a bitchy tone.
"Kurt let me talk with her." She hears Blaine on the line. "Santana I think I may have an idea but you're going to need to have an open mind."
"I'll take anything at this point. What is it?"
"Well I think you need to bring back some of your glee club roots." Blaine states.
"You mean I should sing to her?" She asks as he mulls over the new idea.
"That's perfect!." She hears Kurt say in the background. "We always spoke through our lyrics when words just weren't enough. That's a brilliant plan!"
"Yeah I think you're right. What song will say it all though?" She asks
"Just think about how she makes you feel and you'll come up with something Santana." Blaine says reassuringly.
"Okay I think I might have an idea. Thanks guys." She says quickly as she runs to her laptop and pulls up the lyrics.
"No problem Santana." Blaine says "Go get your girl."
"And let us know what happens! I hate being the last to know and really can't believe you told Quinn. I mean really?"
"Yeah okay I'll let you know I gotta go but thanks." she says quickly as hangs up.
She pulls out one last piece of notebook paper and writes a short note, places it in the envelope and writes Brittany's name on it before she texts Quinn to come pick it up. Quinn comes shortly after and Santana explains the new plan to her.
"Wow I didn't think you'd go all out like that but I think that'll be really sincere."
"I hope so." she says handing her the envelope.
"Well better get this to her so we can find out ourselves." She says walking back out into the hallway of Santana's dorm building.
"Yeah I have to get these lyrics down and figure everything out." She says as she yawns.
"Santana I think you need to get some sleep and work on everything tomorrow morning. Falling asleep on stage isn't going to help win her over."
"Yeah you're right."
"I'll get it to her don't worry and just let me know if I can help with anything else." she says and Santana nods in understanding. "Goodnight." Quinn says as she turns walks back down the hall.
"Thanks Q. Night." Santana says as the girl retreats down the hall and out of her building to deliver the letter.
Quinn walks to the coffee shop and puts her hood up incase Brittany is by a front window so she can go unnoticed. When she gets to the door she reaches into her purse and pulls out the envelope. "I hope this works." she says to herself as she goes to put it underneath the door. Just as she sets it down she looks into the shop and notices that the light in the back hall that leads to the stairs is on. Not remembering whether it had already been on when she got there she quickly tries to push the letter under the door but it crunches up as she tries to get it done fast so she can leave without being noticed. "Shit." she says as she tries to flatten the paper out on her knee and looking up frantically every few seconds to make sure Brittany isn't roaming around the shop or coming down the stairs. Once it's flat enough she carefully pushes it under the door and into the shop before spinning around and quickens her pace she walks away from the shop and towards her dorm.
Brittany pauses in shock at the sight. She had come down to grab a tea bag in hopes it would help her sleep. First thinking the hooded figure was trying to break in she had hid behind the register. It takes a moment to register the familiar piece of paper laying on the floor but once it clicks she snaps out of her daze, and grabs the envelope before leaving the shop to follow her mystery writer. She saw them walking the down the street and tries to catch up with out being noticed. She keeps her pace for a couple blocks but once the person lets their hood fall off their head Brittany immediately notices the familiar short blonde hair. She stops dead in her tracks when the figure turns the corner ahead of her. "Quinn." she breathes out quietly into the brisk night in total disbelief. "My admirer is...Quinn."