I'm just going to apologize right now for the wait and say I'm going to do better...

Errors are mine...Glee is not

Enjoy...

Quinn popped up from the bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. She'd had the nightmare again, they'd become more frequent in the past few weeks and she couldn't discern why. She ran lithe fingers through her shaggy blonde hair and heaved out a sigh. She felt so useless. What was a guardian to do if they didn't have anyone to guard and guide?

She heard a distant ringing interrupting her morose thoughts, which sent her scavenging in her bed for her cell phone. When she finally dug it from where it was wedged between her pillows the ringing had ceased. No sooner had she turned the phone to check the screen then Brittany appeared in front of her a bright smile on her face.

"Q!" The taller blonde screeched happily.

"Hey Britt, what's up?" Quinn dropped the phone without looking at the miss calls.

"I just called you…are you avoiding me?" Brittany chewed on her lower lip and Quinn had to stop herself from smiling at the other girl's adorableness.

"Why would I be avoiding you?" Quinn raised a single eyebrow quizzically.

"I dunno cuz you found out about Lucy and.."

"How do you know that name?" The Guardian whispered alarmed.

"What name? Lucy?"
"Stop saying it! Who told you about Lucy? Who?" Quinn's voice got louder as she got more worked up.

"I don't understand Quinn, do you know about Lucy or not?" Brittany's brow creased in confusion.

"Of course I know about Lucy…"

"And you're mad that I didn't tell you sooner?" Brittany was back to chewing on her lower lip.

"I'm mad that you know at all! No one's suppose to know." The hazel-eyed woman murmured the last sentence.

"I don't understand Quinn, why wouldn't I know her, she's my parents' new neighbor…"

"New neighbor?"

"…and even if there wasn't that whole like weird luck that she like happens to move in next to my parents I'd have to know her cuz I dreamt about her…" The blue-eyed blonde continued as if the other blonde hadn't spoken.

"Dreamt? Dreams? Huh?"

"…she's suppose to help us…haven't you dreamt about her?"

"N-o?" Quinn frowned trying to figure out what Brittany was talking about. "Help us how?"

"Don't you know?" Brittany sighed taking a seat at the end of Quinn's bed.

"Britt, I can honestly say that I don't have a clue what you're talking about…I mean at all." Quinn shrugged.

"If you don't know then why did you get so angry?" Brittany combed fingers through her hair.

"Cuz I'm a generally easily angered person?" Quinn laughed uncomfortably not prepared to explain herself to the nephilim.

"Why are you lying to me?" Blue eyes peered at her carefully, seeming to see into her.

"I'm-I'm not…ly-ing…" She avoided the other woman's gaze.

"Yeah, you are…" Came the quiet reply "…but, I guess we all have secrets…"

They sat in silence. Brittany gazing at Quinn from beneath her hooded eyelids, Quinn finding the "Keep Hanging in There" kitten poster on her opposite wall interesting.

"Well, ar-are you going to tell me what you called me for?" Quinn concentrated on her fiddling fingers in her lap.

"I-uh-I nothing…" Brittany gave her a wobbly smile and then vanished.

"Great..." Quinn sighed loudly, falling back on her pillows and throwing her arm across her eyes dramatically.

"So…um…B, are you going to tell us what's up or are we just here for the ambiance?" Santana asked taking a gulp of her cranberry and vodka.

"Nice tact, Santi." Rachel nudged the Latina's side with a smile then turned to Brittany, "What's going on Brittany, you know you can tell us anything."

"It's about Quinn…and, well, and Me…"

"I." Rachel corrected to herself.

Santana rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's mumbled correction, but smirked at her best friend. "What happened? Did you girls finally get your collective feathers all ruffled?" She wiggled dark brows.

Brittany blushed furiously. "What? No…we, uh…why would you say that?"

"Oh give me a break, B, you're my best friend of course I can tell when you're all hooked on some chick, even if she is a complete pain like Quinn and don't even get me started on her obvious ass either."

"Her ass…" Brittany whispered dreamily.

"San…" Rachel nudged her again "…remember how we talked about how friends don't mock friend's crushes or whatever."

"I mean yeah, but it's Quinn." The Latina laughed.

"Doesn't matter." Rachel pouted.

"Oh, don't even give me that look, it's not fair. I mean Quinn and I have been going back and forth since she first showed up trying to steal you from me." Santana crossed her arms petulantly.

"Steal me? I'm not some valuable possession…"

"Not what I'm saying or the point of that whole monologue."

"Then what's the point?"

"That it's not Quinn and I if there's not war of words, it's just how we are." Santana shrugged nudging the smaller woman playfully until her face broke into a smile.

"God, you better be glad you're cute." Rachel kissed the her girlfriend's cheek.

"I'm not cute, I'm sex on legs and I'm a total badass."

Brittany cleared her throat growing antsy.

"Sorry…" The pair mumbled in chagrin.

"Well, I just…I don't know what I should do."

"Just bang her…I mean with that personality she probably hasn't gotten laid in a while."

"Santana!" Both other women yelled to which the Latina shrugged.

"She's got a great personality, Sanny…I mean she's strong and heroic and gorgeous and when she actually chills and smiles…? It's like staring at the sun…"

"You're talking like you love her or some-thing…." Santana trailed off mouth gaping at her friend. Brittany turned bright red and looked away.

"Oh my God! Her? Really, Britts? Really?" Santana threw her arms up exasperated.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked head whipping from one friend to the other.

Brittany closed her eyes shutting out the noisy bar, Rachel's confused face, and Santana's incredulous one. She ran fingers through her hair, anxious. She knew that her secret was out, there was no way she could lie, but she also found herself unable to say the word. Good thing Santana was her best friend and knew her better than she knew herself. She opened her eyes to see her best friend had turned completely to face her tiny girlfriend. Santana looked briefly into her eyes and she nodded slightly, giving her permission to tell the other woman.

"Brittany's found her soulmate."

So? Can we still be friends? Especially if I tell you I've already started on the next part?

Ink