A/N: I stopped watching Glee last season because it was terrible. So this story is obviously completely AU. I basically try to pull out as much as I can just for you guys, because of your awesome messages. Hope to write soon.

"One moment please, I will transfer you to the patient line," the secretary spoke too pleasant for the facility she was working for. It sounded blatantly fake.

Before I could say 'thank you' she had already put me on hold where I was tormented with the hits of the 80s blasting through my phone. I suffered through three extremely long songs until a man answered the phone with a tone that just told me he was a patient.

"I would like to talk to Kaylee please," I asked, trying to still my quick beating heart. I was a bundle of nerves and pretty certain I was having an anxiety attack. I could feel my heart pulsing all through my body and the loud pounding in my ears. It was ridiculous to get so worked up over talking to a sibling over the phone, right? Well not my sister. We had so many good years together, but it just takes one moment for everything to change. And it did.

"Hello," my sister's voice sounded through the phone. It was calm and cheerful, the same voice she had when we were slaying dragons, and pretending our bikes were horses.

I let out a soft sigh of relief, because I could almost pretend that everything was okay. Kaylee really was just off at college and we were going to have session of girl talk where we let everything out.

"Hey Kay," I replied, my voice unintentionally soft and timid. I felt like I was trying to lull a bunny into coming towards me. But the girl on the other end of my phone was definitely not a bunny.

"Brittany," she asked, suspiciously and I couldn't blame her for being skeptical. I hadn't talked to her in months... or... well it had been a long time.

"It's me," I whispered, almost afraid that if I spoke any louder the normality of the conversation would shatter.

"Beany," she breathed, like a sigh of relief.

There was a long pause between us on the line before Kaylee said in a blunder of words, "I'm better now you know. No more episodes. They have me on this medication and it's working, Beany. It makes me feel good, it makes me feel normal. Whatever that is."

Her nervous laughter fills my ear and I tap my fingers on the driving wheel gently saying softly, "And how many times have you said that?"

"Please Beany, this time I'm not lying. I'm doing really well. I've been doin' all the things I'm suppose to be doin' like groups and shit."

"I heard," I nodded, licking my dry lips.

There was another long pause and then Kaylee interrupted it, "Mom and Dad are coming down this weekend for my birthday. You going to come?"

"I don't think that's a good idea with our past," I answered sadly, knowing it was just as painful to hear it as it was to say it.

"Okay, you're right," and I almost heard her nod from the other end of the line, "But please call me more often, I miss you.

"I miss you too," before I could say anything else I could see Rachel heading towards the car, "Look I gotta go Kay, but I promise I will keep calling you as long as you keep getting better."

"I will."

I pressed the end button on my phone before quickly shoving it into my pocket, as Rachel rounded a car and slid into the passenger seat.

"You are not going to believe what just happened," Rachel growled in a huff.

"What, what's wro-, ...who do I have to kill," I semi joked.

"SANTANA," Rachel screamed so loud I was sure the whole northern hemisphere heard her.

I stayed quiet, afraid that if I even spoke her anger would get thrown at me, and it may take Rachel a few minutes to get around to it, but in the end she found a point somewhere.

"She is so sneaky and manipulative and she just keeps worming her way into everyone's lives when- ARGH I don't even know," Rachel slammed back into the seat, arms folded across her chest, bottom

lip protruding.

There was a moment of silence, which I dared to whisper, "What happened?"

"She made herself my new lab partner," Rachel grumbled.

"I thought that short kid with the bad acne was your partner," I asked, confused.

"He was until he came down with Ebola or something, and then Santana just happened to step in," Rachel groaned throwing her arms into the air, "and become my partner."

Ebola my ass. Santana had planned this, her way to sneak in and steal Rachel from me. Impossible, Rachel is my girlfriend and there's no way she would fall for any of Santana's Latina charms.

Right?