Hey guys, first off thank you so much for you have reviewed I really appreaciate it. No people don't hate me, there is a little Rachel Brit friction in this in the beginning. I am not turning Rachel into a badguy though so please don't get mad. But she went through let us say a crazy phase. But read you'll understand. She'll make it up to evreyone though. Oh and a little more of the past is revealed. Hope you like. Enjoy!

Brittany tapped her finger on the table of the little run down bohemian Café as she waited. She still wasn't sure if this was a good idea. But her quest for answers had of course led her here. But that didn't mean that she had to be happy about it. And she most certainly wasn't. 'Stupid Rachel Berry.' She muttered darkly. Although they now managed to be somewhat civil towards each other because they worked in the same circles. Brittany was not a Rachel fan. The first time they had come across each other on a Broadway stage Brittany had flat out refused to work with her. It had taken a lot of pleading from Qiunn to get Brittany agree to do it, but in the end she gave in. And since then they worked together, but that was it. Quinn sometimes saw Rachel socially, they had somewhat buried the hatchet. Brittany wasn't quite ready for that though.

'Hello Brittany I hope you haven't been waiting long?' Rachel said somewhat unsure of herself. This was the first time in ten years that Brittany had willingly sought her out, and by the look on her face she wasn't exactly happy to be there.

'No I was early. I would say it's good to see, but I don't like to blatantly lie.' Brittany muttered then decided that sipping her coffee might just be a good idea, before she really said something offensive.

Rachel's shoulders sagged a little. She had really hoped that maybe Brittany was maybe finally ready to bury the past in the past. She understood full well that Brittany had every right to be angry. But Rachel had grown up since then. She just wished Brittany would see that. 'Brittany if you don't want me here I can just go. I don't want to stir things up. It's been a really long time.'

'That is exactly what I want though.' Brittany said after a few breathes to calm her down. 'I have some questions and you will answer them. After...we'll see where things stand.'

'Do I even have a say in this?' Rachel asked already feeling tired and drained. She should have known this was not going to be a happy reunion. But I am an optimist first and foremost.

Brittany shook her head. 'You owe me at least that. I know exactly what you spread around about me after Santana left. You might have thought I was dumb, but I wasn't death.'

'I was a stupid teenager Brittany and I have apologized to you countless times! I don't know what you want from me. I made mistakes, so many, but I have repeatedly tried to make things right.' Rachel tried to reason, but was only met with a glare.

'I was never ever mean to you. I always treated you like a friend when you were getting bullied. And you turned around and threw that in my face.' Brittany growled softly, she didn't really want to make a public spectacle. But it still hurt, and apparently she was pretty good at holding some grudges.

Rachel looked at her hands then back up at Brittany. 'Maybe I do owe you. So ask whatever it is what you want to know. But after that I am done, I am done feeling guilty for being a stupid child! Because that is what I was. And if I could go back I would smack myself for being so stupid.'

'Did you know Finn was going to out Santana?' And for that matter me, and we weren't even together then! It was one of the most important questions to Brittany. She had never been able to find that out. That was what had started the whole fucked up situation they found themselves in now.

Rachel shook her head. She might have not have done a damn thing when it had happened, but she hadn't known about it. 'No, I didn't. And I hate myself for not sticking up for her. My daddies have never really forgiven me for that either or the things I did and said after Santana disappeared.'

Brittany nodded to herself. Rachel had somewhat saved herself with that answer. 'I know you never liked Santana, and I know why. But what I want to know is where you heard the shit you were spewing about her and for that matter me.'

Rachel winced as she recalled all the things she had called Santana and Brittany and later on Quinn when Quinn refused to side with them, but stuck with Brittany and they both quit Glee. 'I don't remember, and I'm not lying about that. I was just...I was furious that you left Glee taking Quinn and Puck with you. And I heard the insults somewhere and I took my anger out on you.'

'So because you were angry you told the whole school that Santana and me let the whole Football team have their way with us whenever they wanted? Because you were angry you called me dumb and stupid and idiot, whore or slut? Because you were mad you tried sabotaged my audition for Juilliard? Because you were angry you started flinging slushies at me? Because you were angry you outed Quinn because she dared defend me? Do you have any idea how many guys tried to grope me and Quinn?' Brittan hissed loudly, she had been holding that in for years. 'Tell me Rachel do your daddies know about that? Because you were worse than Finn, he did it because he is a narrow minded idiot, you did it out of spite. Luckily Quinn's mom already knew.'

Rachel could feel tears run down her cheeks, she deserved this she knew. She had been ten times worse than Santana ever was. She had turned into her worst nightmare. Worst of all she had never really tried to make proper amends. Just another thing Brittany was able to rub in. She just truthfully didn't know how. 'I'm sorry.'

'Quinn is quick to forget and forgive, I'm not. You want to prove you are a better person now prove it.' Brittany ignored the tears she had spent days on end crying and trying to figure out what she had ever done to get treated like she was. She was never mean, or said things behind peoples backs. Or cried because Quinn had once again tried to defend her again only to be targeted. Or for Puck who always tried to fight off anyone who tried anything with her or Quinn. She felt little sympathy for Rachel right at that moment. Maybe when she calmed down some and thought things through.

'How?' Rachel breathed out after a while.

'Find out where that fucking rumour was started. And apologize to Quinn. I know you never have. You still have a lot of growing up to do Rachel. Be honest with yourself.' Brittany said softly as she got up. That was about as much Rachel Berry as Brittany could handle in one day.

Santana was beyond excited. She had Alejandra nice and cuddled in her crib as she waited for her Skype call. It had been months since she had last talked to Dolly and she was thrilled that Dolly seemed to have gotten some internet access. It wasn't always easy, but every now and then it worked out. Come one come on! Santana nearly fell over her when Skype started ringing. 'Dolly?'

'Hola chica!' Sergeant Ingrid Dalton yelled out as she grinned at Santana. She and Santana had met at basic training and they had immediately just clicked. Santana had early on coined her nickname Dolly. She was tall blond blue eyed and had that country twang. And she just seriously looked a little like Dolly Parton, and apparently everyone had agreed. The name had just instantly stuck and so had their friendship. They had gone to hell and back with each other.

Santana rolled her eyes at Dolly. 'How many times do I have to tell you, you can not speak Spanish? You sound like an idiot, when you do.'

'Oh whatever wifey where is my baby?' Dolly flipped Santana off, she had no qualms about pissing Santana off. She had done so countless times. And Santana returned the favour just as many times. 'Come on please I haven't seen Dre in for ever.'

Santana laughed but got Alejandra from her crib then got comfy in front of the computer. 'Look baby, it's your aunty Dolly.'

'Oh San, she's gorgeous.' Dolly watched in awe as Santana gently held her daughter. She was so beautiful, they both were. And Santana looked at peace. Something that she didn't think she had seen before Alejandra. Sure Santana had been happy, but not at peace.

'I know, right?' Santana chuckled as she kissed the top of Alejandra's head.

'She's ok now though, right?' Dolly couldn't take her eyes of the baby. To say she had been shocked when Santana had confided in her that she was pregnant would be an understatement. She knew that Santana had out of grief latched onto someone just as much as he had latched on to her. And Alejandra was the result. Out of tragedy something wonderful was created.

Santana nodded, Dolly had nearly cried harder than she had when Alejandra was born three months early. And she hand been there for Santana as well as she could being so far away. She had called in countless favours so that she had been able to talk to Santana nearly every day, until Alejandra was finally out of the worst of danger. 'Yea, she's getting bigger too. She's still tiny, but she's a hand full. But my angel.'

'I can see that! And she is totally you kid, how could she not be a handful? You look really good San.' Dolly said it softly, the last year or so had been so hard for them both, and she knew that Santana had taken it particularly hard.

'It's so weird being here though, I feel like a fish out of water.' Santana frowned as she tried to figure out how best to explain herself.

Dolly nodded, neither of them had been home home in a long time. Not really. A few weeks here and there, but not for good. 'So how is New York? I mean you gotta tell me everything, I have always wanted to go.'

Santana shook her head happily. 'It's loud and it's still surprising that people ignore each other so much. You can be totally alone in a huge crowd. And I got overwhelmed at the Starbucks! It's insane really.'

'And yet you look happy, well still a little on the lonely side, but happy.' Dolly didn't waste time on asking about Santana's new posting that was not why she called. She wanted to catch up with her friend.

'Well the desert look still rocks for you.' Santana teased good naturedly. 'I guess I am happy.' Santana frowned a little, but was almost immediately distracted when her daughter grabbed her hair. 'No, no baby please, don't pull out all my hair.' She lightly admonished as she pried her hair free.

Dolly's eyebrow arched, she had not missed the frown. Something was up. 'Ok Lopez spill.'

'What?' Santana blinked a little confused until she saw Dolly's face. 'It's nothing, so you can get your knickers unbunched thank you very much.'

Dolly sat back and smirked, she knew Santana better than that. 'If it were nothing you would have told me, now spill or I will seriously start in on you wifey!'

'Whatever Dol and I would have told you anyway, I was just working my way up to it. And stop calling me that!' Santana huffed indignantly. 'I ran into someone.'

Dolly frowned as she tried to puzzle that one out. 'I'm gonna need a bit more there San.'

Santana got up and put Alejandra back in her crib, to buy herself some time. She didn't exactly understand why she needed it though. Maybe it was because Dolly would know what it would mean to Santana. 'I was getting some fruity drink at Starbucks and when I walked out, Quinn came running out after me. I saw Quinn.'

'Holly shit!' Dolly's eyes went comically wide. Well that is not what I was expecting. She must be having all kinds of weirdness going around that stubborn ass head of hers. 'Did you talk to her?'

Santana snorted, Dolly was going to have a field day. 'I ran. She said hi and I all but took off like a shot.'

Dolly groaned, that was actually exactly what she thought would happen. Santana didn't know how to handle her past. She had dealt with the ramifications and all that. But she didn't know what to do with that deep seated hope to get some of it back. Some people that Dolly knew full well Santana missed terribly. You are such an idiot sometimes! 'Please tell me you are joking!'

Santana bit her lip as she shook her head. 'I was shocked ok!' She defended lamely. She didn't get it either. 'And before you start ranting at me, she did manage to give me her card.'

'And?' Dolly pursed her lips and stared at Santana. She could not let Santana mess this chance up.

'Don't look at me like that, I called. Ok?' Santana muttered softly. 'We tried to have lunch on Wednesday, but I got called away about ten minutes in.'

'Well colour me impressed.' Dolly nodded satisfied with the fact that Santana wasn't pulling a Santana and shying away from what she really wanted. Sometimes you just need a hard kick in the ass San. 'So tell me about her?'

'Not much to tell, it was awkward as all hell. I mean we sat there and exchanged job descriptions.' Santana didn't like the fact, but they would have to work up to things. Always had to.

'Ok so what does she do?' Dolly asked, Santana had told her all the stories. About Quinn and Brittany and Glee and cheerleading. She knew them all. She was curious as all hell what would happen between Santana and Quinn. They seemed to have had some interesting tension between them.

Santana grinned happily. 'She's a cop.'

'Ms Yale is a cop?' Dolly frowned, now there was a story to that she was sure.

'I was just as surprised, and she is good. Detective with SVU.' Santana bragged then wanted to smack herself. What am I doing? We are barely friends again.

Dolly chuckled, this was going to be good for Santana she just didn't know it yet. 'Sounds like it. But San I have to go. Be good and for gods sake for once just go with it.' Dolly blew Santana a kiss. 'That's is for Dre. Talk soon.'

'Stay safe Dolly.' Santana said just before they were cut off and she was left with her own thoughts and worries. 'And I promise I won't run off again. I do want to get to know Quinn again. She seems even more of a mystery.' So many things I want to ask and know. And I know it's the same for her. We have a Grand Canoyn of unspoken things between us. This could get so damn messy.

'God I'm glad that is over.' Kerry grumbled as she and Quinn handed of the last of their paperwork. 'Another week of being the good guys done.'

Quinn snorted as she rubbed her temples, she was beyond tired. The kids always get to me the most. God some people should be taken out back and shot like in the good old days! 'You heading home or over to Adam?'

'Oh I wish, but he's working. Just my luck.' Kerry grumbled as they made their way out of the station house. 'You wanne grab something, you look like you need it before you head home?'

Quinn nodded gratefully and followed Kerry on the short walk to a close by Café. 'Just a really long week.'

'I noticed, wanne clue me in?' Kerry asked as she quickly ordered two coffees for them and a sandwich for Quinn.

Quinn took her time to sip at her coffee, trying to figure out what was keeping her awake more. Santana, or the memories of what happened after or the horrible case they were working. 'Wouldn't exactly know where to start truth be told.'

'Well what's bugging you the most.' Kerry didn't push to much, she had learned early on to let Quinn do her thing. She was a thinker where Kerry was more a doer. That is probably why they worked so well together.

'Bugging wouldn't be the right word.' Quinn smiled softly. Santana won out, she was what was running around her mind the most. 'Santana.'

Kerry sat back and laughed. 'This is about a girl? Really?' Kerry of course knew that Quinn was gay it was most definitely not a secret. 'So who is Santana and is she good looking or what?'

Quinn growled at Kerry, sometimes she could be an utter pig. 'It's not like that. God how to explain it? Santana up and disappeared ten years ago and Monday I ran into her. She used to be one of my closest friends. And we never knew exactly what happened to her. It's just thrown me a little. And of course stirred the pot on some memories.'

'Ok so definitely not like that. So that's what happened Monday. I was wondering. But you seemed off the whole week so it kind of blended in with the rest.' Kerry scratched the back of her neck. 'You never talk much about your past.'

Quinn chuckled, Kerry was never really subtle always just bluntly asked if and when she wanted to know somethin. 'It's not the worst or the best past. Just a lot I would rather forget as I dealt with them as they came, but Santana is...different.'

'Always so close lipped. But ok so you ran into her and then what?' Kerry poured more sugar into her cup getting the feeling she might need the extra boost.

'We tried to have lunch on Wednesday, but she got called away. We just got the job thing out of the way.' Quinn took a bite of her sandwich mulling things over yet again.

Kerry growled lightly getting Quinn to talk was sometimes like pulling teeth from a chicken. She just didn't really give at all. 'Do you want this Santana back in your life?' Lets try another approach then. Stuborn person!

'Without a doubt, I do.' Quinn didn't have to even think about it. She wanted Santana back more than she understood why. And she was not at the point where she was going to try and figure out just why that was.

'So I am guessing you two were close back then?' Kerry asked grinning to herself. She got at least one straight answer from Quinn. That was something.

Quinn snorted loudly and shook her head. 'We were something that's for sure. I think she said once that we were both a hot, angry, lost, inconsolable, frustrated, scared mess. And I truly can't say she wasn't right. And I think that was in one of our we want to strangle each other phases. I do think she slapped me right after she said that.'

Kerry's mouth hung open, well that was not what she had expected. She thought that maybe this Santana was Quinn's first crush or something like that. 'Uhm...so not that close?'

'Oh we were all over the map, but when push came to shove we always had each others backs. And Brit never let things get to far, she was good at handling both of us.' Quinn grinned, oh those were some interesting days. She missed those, and she did realise that was a little sadistic maybe. But she did. They were some of her favourite memories.

'Brit? As in blond tall and sexy?' Kerry asked, because of course she knew Brittany. Hell Brittany visited Quinn enough times for people to really speculate about them a lot. Herself included. But she hadn't known that they had been in school together. Might explain why they are so close.

'Yes tall blond and sexy.' Quinn laughed lightly, she still remembers the first time Brittany had waltzed into the station house. It was hilarious it was even funnier when she walked up to Quinn and gave her a friendly peck on the lips. Just about everyone's jaws hit the floor then. Brittany always had that effect on people. She was carelessly sexy. 'We all grew up together.'

'Ok then.' Kerry mumbled nothing for a year of knowing Quinn and now she was being overloaded. 'You do know I don't understand this at all?'

'Well aware, and I can't say I do either. I just know I don't want to mess this up. I want her in my life and I know Brittany would kill to have her back. You haven't seen two people connected until you've seen them. When we were younger I always thought they somehow shared a brain they were so in tune with each other.' Quinn shrugged, she truly didn't know how to explain how she felt. Her mind was just everywhere at once. And she just hoped it calmed enough so she could figure it out.

'Well then I think the best you can do is go home get some sleep and take it as it comes.' Kerry said as she took her last sip. 'Things tend to happen like they should, don't think so much.'

Quinn laughed, that sounded a lot like Brittany's advice. 'I've been told that a lot actually. But I can't exactly tell my brain to shut off.'

'Then go get some sleep. Maybe then your brain will see things clearer.' Kerry rolled her eyes as she grabbed her purse. 'Come on lets get out of here, I am about to pass out.' I wonder how this is going to play. I am going to have to keep an eye on her. Don't want her to get lost in that big head of hers, not healthy.

'Fine, and thanks.' Quinn said honestly. She knew that Kerry wondered a lot about her. She wasn't very forthcoming. But then she had always had trouble trusting people. Even Kerry who she trusted with her life.

Rachel groaned in relief when she opened the door to her home and was immediately greeted by little arms around her leg. 'Hey big boy.' She smiled as she picked up her four year old son.

'Mommy you're home!' Mason Berry-Finch mumbled happily as Rachel walked into her home.

'I am. Were you a good boy for your daddy?' Rachel asked as she set him down when she reached the kitchen.

'He was indeed, we went to the park and he smoozed with all the pretty girls there.'

Rachel grinned at her husband as he appeared from the living room giving her a quick kiss. 'Well he takes after his daddy then. Don't you Mase?'

'Uh huh, I got to pet a dog. He was so cute.' Mason smiled up at Rachel charmingly. He had been trying to get his parents to get him one for ages.

Rachel chuckled and shook her head no. 'We are not getting a dog Mase.' She kissed him on top of the head when he stomped out of the kitchen. He was sometimes just to cute for words. And a lot like her. Perfect little storm off. I'm so proud. 'Love you baby boy.' She called after him smiling.

'So, how was it?'

'Terrible Pat, I swear I have never heard Brittany talk like she did today. I mean I have gotten so used to her just simply ignoring me. But this was a reminder of all the things I did wrong and then some. And the worst part of it was, she was right about most of the things she said.' Rachel sat down at their breakfast bar then plunked her head against the cool counter top.

'Rach?' Patrick looked at Rachel worried. He had told her it wasn't a good idea to go meet up with Brittany. But Rachel being Rachel had ignored him. He didn't know whether it was out of guilt or just plain optimism that she had gone.

Rachel sighed and lifted her head back up. 'Don't Rach me. She was right. I might be sorry for the things I did, but I have never even apologized for them properly. I mean I am friends with Quinn and I have never apologized for outing her Pat. And she has apologized a thousand times for what she did to me. And I was ten times worse than her on her worst day. And Brittany, god the way I treated her? I have no excuses, and that is what I have given myself over the years. Excuses as to why it was ok. I was a kid. I was angry at the world. It was payback. But the thing is Brittany never did anything to hurt me. She was my friend. And I made her pay for the fact that she didn't see things the way I wanted her to see them.'

Patrick pulled Rachel into him and hummed lightly. He wasn't exactly sure what to make of that. He knew his wife wasn't perfect, and neither was he. But they were good people now no matter what had happened in the past. 'What do you want to do?'

'Make it right. Apologize to Quinn and Brittany. And do it properly. And help Brittany find the answers she seems to want so badly.' Rachel whispered as her mind started working on exactly how she could do al that. And I need to talk dad and daddy. Brittany was right I should own up and deal with the consequences. They might also be able to help. Dad does work with Dr Lopez at the Hospital.

'Should I start making that frothy coffee you like so much now or later?' Patrick chided Rachel lightly.

Rachel blushed a little. Patrick knew her so well. 'Might just have to start now. I'm going to be busy with this. It's a lot to work through. But I will.' And I will get Brittany to forgive me.

'I figured.' Patrick kissed her as she pulled away to get to her laptop. He knew this Rachel very well. She wasn't going to stop now until she got what she wanted. Determined was an understatement for Rachel when she got something in her head. Like a pit-bull with a bone. Look out Pierce Rachel's on the warpath.

Quinn sighed as she looked up at the ceiling. There was no way she was going to get any sleep. Her mind was just not shutting down, and it was to damn bright. She hated night shifts. They always messed with her already pretty messed up inner clock. I wonder if Brit's back? After another thirty minutes of tossing and turning Quinn got up and groaned loudly. She would definitely have to take a hot bath later. She could probably get Brit to work her magic again. 'Brit?' She called out when she got to the kitchen, but got no reply. On a whim she picked up he phone and dialled Santana's number as she grabbed ingredients to make some eggs and bacon. She's probably busy anyway.

'Quinn?' Santan answered on the third ring, actually glad to hear from Quinn. Maybe she could help her out.

'Oh uhm yea Hi?' Quinn face palmed herself. Oh my god, seriously Quinn? Seriously?

Santana started laughing as she walked around trying to find where she wanted to go. 'You do realize you called me, right?'

Quinn felt herself blush, sometimes she swore she acted like a teenager still. 'I didn't actually think you would pick up.'

'You called me cause you thought I wouldn't pick up?' Santana asked the whole situation was amusing her to no end. She had Quinn obviously stumbling over herself.

'Well if you put it like that it sounds odd.' Quinn admitted chuckling to herself. 'Ok how about I was bored, couldn't sleep and was about to cook some...breakfast and thought maybe you would be around?'

Santana shook her head laughing. She had to admit though, it was nice. And for once there seemed to be little awkwardness. 'That sounds a little better. And can you actually cook anything else than bacon and eggs?' Santana had spent many a morning teasing Quinn about the fact that Quinn only ever seemed to be able to cook anything if it was breakfast related. And was curious if that was still the same.

'I'll have you know my repertoire has grown some, thank you very much.' Quinn huffed indignantly, so what if she couldn't really cook. She could do a lot of other things. And now you're acting like your five! What the hell Quinn.

'What now you can make omelets and bacon and eggs?' Santana teased, then burst out laughing when Quinn didn't say anything. 'Oh my god, I'm right aren't I?'

'Ok so maybe I still can't cook.' Quinn mumbled as she enjoyed the sound of Santana laughter. Even if it was at her expense. 'Where are you anyway?'

Santana growled frustrated at her lack of foresight. 'Central Park. I am trying to find the Zoo. You would think it was easy to find...but no!' Santana had on a whim decided it was time for her and Alejandra to explore the city. And decided it would be nice to go to the Zoo. Admittedly Alejandra was still a little young to really appreciate it, but she still thought it would nice. If only she could find the damn Zoo.

The Zoo, gods Santana you are becoming more and more of a mystery. I wonder who you are taking? 'Well where are you maybe I can help?' Quinn asked as she awkwardly broke two eggs into the hot pan then added the bacon.

'In Central Park?' Santana asked then started laughing. She was truly lost. And wasn't that a kick in the head.

Qiunn grinned Santana seemed so light today. And happy. 'Well that narrows that down huh?'

'You know what it doesn't even matter we can have fun just walking around a bit.' Santana said carelessly, not even noticing her slip.

So there is a someone, pretty rude to just take a call in the middle of a...date? 'Well I should let you get back to your walking then.' Quinn bit her lip, she was loathe to hang up. But she was obviously interrupting something.

'Oh yea, thanks. And Quinn get some sleep. See you Monday.' Santana said the last part softly. She didn't want to step out of line. But she knew that Quinn had had a night shift and three was way to early for her to have gotten any kind of sleep.

'I'll try. But if you get lost again, I am you friendly neighbourhood google maps.' Quinn teased her eggs were just about done so she grabbed a plate. 'Bey Santana.'

'Stay safe Quinn.' Santana grinned as she set of in a direction no idea where it would take her. And she really didn't have to, she was free to just enjoy her day with her favourite person.

Brittany sighed when she walked into her studio to start on her latest project. On the ground in the far corner Quinn was balled into herself sleeping. 'Not again Quinn, what am I gonna do with you?' When Brittany wasn't home and Quinn wanted to talk she usually ended up in her studio and did god only knew what, and inevitably fell asleep on the floor. Brittany knew it only happened when something was really bothering her. And she had a few ideas what it might be this time. But she would have to talk to Quinn about it once she had gotten some more sleep. You are gonna be so sore Quinn. You have to stop doing stuff like this! Brittany lent down and gently shook Quinn's shoulder. 'Come one lets get you to your actual bed. My studio is not a squat Quinn, really!'

Quinn blinked her eyes open then groaned. Fuck! She had just wanted to stretch out her back a little and as always used Brittany's studio because the bars made it easier for her. Plus she wanted to talk to Brittany. She always calmed down talking to Brittany. 'Again?'

'Yea, come on, you're not even really awake.' Brittany smiled gently as she helped Quinn to her feet. She then gently led her to Quinn's room. 'Now go back to sleep.'

'Stay?' Quinn grumbled unhappily reaching out to Brittany.

Brittany kicked of her shoes then slipped in behind Quinn and pulled Quinn into her front. 'Better?' Must be having some pretty bad nightmares.

Quinn pushed back a little until she was flush against Brittany and sighed happily. 'Missed you.'

Brittany smiled into the crook of Quinn's neck and kissed her softly. 'You should get some more sleep Quinn. We'll talk tomorrow.'

Quinn turned around eyes blinking open. 'What if I don't wanne sleep.' Quinn nipped Brittany's chin lightly, she absolutely loved it when Brittany held her.

Brittany chuckled. 'Oh sweetie you are way to tired for anything right now. And you and I both know we like to take our time.' She pressed a quick kiss to Quinn's lips then pulled back. 'Now go back to sleep.'

Quinn couldn't say she was happy, but she knew that Brittany was right. She was too tired. 'But you'll stay?'

Brittany nodded her head, she wasn't going anywhere. 'I'm here, now sleep.'

'Key.' Quinn mumbled as she burrowed deeper into Brittany.

Brittany played with Qiunn's hair and smiled she she felt Quinn's body slacken in sleep. Having dated Quinn for nearly four years Brittany knew just about all the ins and outs that were Quinn. And sometimes she knew Quinn just needed someone to pull her close and for a while keep the big old world away. They might not be dating any more, but she would never let Quinn fall. She's always be there to catch her, just like Quinn would never let her fall. And the fact that for the last year they sometimes fell into bed together wasn't a bad thing either they both sometimes needed the release. And things were always so easy with Quinn. 'What am I going to do with you, huh? What am I gonna do with myself for that matter?'