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The barbecue was a complete mess. Santana was close to drunk at this point, not really knowing how to handle watching Brittany sit on Sam's lap and make out with him. So she kept throwing back shots, until she could bear to look at them.

Jake and Puck ended up bringing alcohol, so there was no need for the girls to keep purchasing from the bar. Everyone had some sort of liquor in them at this point, which helped the uptight members relax a little.

Quinn was sitting at the edge of the jacuzzi with her feet inside the water. It was a chilly night and she forgot her jacket in the hotel room. Santana had gone upstairs to grab it along with her own.

"Quinn?" She knew that voice. "Can we talk?"

She didn't turn around. Rachel walked over slowly, and proceeded to sit next to Quinn. She placed her feet in the water as well.

"Quinn.."

"No Rachel, no. I don't want to talk about this. I'm not doing this." Quinn said.

"I think we should talk about it though. I feel like I should explain."

"Explain what? That you called me, a week before the wedding saying that we could possibly start something. Only for you to ignore me the entire time basically, and then I go to your room and Finn answers the door." Quinn was hurt, and there wasn't enough of her drink left to make it through this conversation.

"I know okay, I know. But Quinn-" She paused. "I'm pregnant."

That left Quinn speechless.

"I only found out a few days ago."

"And that's why you've been drinking juice all day." Quinn looked over at Rachel.

"It's his, Quinn. I can't deny him the chance to be a father."

"That doesn't mean that you have to be with him. He can still be the father, and you can still date whomever you choose." Quinn explained.

"I still love-"

"I think you should stop right there Berry, and I think you should leave." Santana was walking up now, with their jackets in hand. She could see the look on Quinn's face, and she knew whatever she talked to Rachel about wasn't good. And probably wasn't something she wanted to hear.

Rachel knew better than to fight back, so she got up and left. Santana took her spot next to Quinn and placed her jacket around her shoulders.

"It's gonna be okay, Q."

Quinn was crying, heartbroken yet again. Santana rubbed her back, in a small attempt to make her feel better. But she knew this was going to take time.

"She's pregnant, San. Pregnant." She wiped her eyes, not that it stopped the tears from falling. "I love her. I always have."

"Hey look, we'll get through this. Eventually, we'll find someone who will love us. It's just gonna take some time." Santana started to get up. "Let's go back to the room. I think we stayed long enough."

Santana held her hand out, and Quinn took it. She got up, and the both began walking back towards the entrance to the hotel.

Little did they know, Brittany had come around the corner and was now watching them walk away, hand in hand.

Santana was outside on the balcony relaxing while Quinn was in the shower. Quinn's pack of cigarettes was on the table next to her chair and she decided to try one. She always gave her friend crap when it came to them, but she was drunk and literally didn't care at this point.

"Quinn hurry up, I wanna shower too." She called out.

Santana lit the stogie and place it in her mouth. She inhaled, then blew the smoke out. This isn't too bad, she thought. She couldn't see herself smoking all the time like Quinn did.

Quinn was out of the shower now, and had joined Santana on the balcony. Her hair was still wet, dripping down her back. Her bra was a light shade of blue and her towel was wrapped around her waist. Unknowingly, Santana's jaw dropped. Even though they had been out of high school for a few years now, Quinn still looked as good as she did back then.

"San?"

She snapped out of her trance and looked at her friend who was eyeing the cigarette in her hand.

"Okay look, I don't wanna hear it I just wanted to try."

"Yeah yeah, just watch. Now? You'll be smoking. I tell you all the time, it takes one." She laughed. Quinn grabbed the pack of cigarettes and got her own out. "What made you want to smoke one?"

"You always claim that it helps with stress, I wanted to see if you were right."

That afternoon hadn't been the easiest for Santana, pretending to not see Brittany placing kisses on Sam's cheek or holding his hand when they went to the pool. But she had to believe her advice right? Everything was going to get easier eventually. But how long was that going to take? And why couldn't it just be right now? She's had months to process that Brittany was with Sam. But it wasn't something she could accept.

"Was I?"

Quinn turned to look at Santana.

"You might be, to be honest."

Santana ashed her cigarette and began to walk inside. She was just in her bra and underwear, with a towel also wrapped around her waist. She dropped the towel right outside the bathroom when someone knocked on the door.

"I got it, S." Quinn placed her cigarette in the ash tray and ran over to the door.

When she opened the door, there stood Brittany. She looked at Quinn, who was basically half naked.

"Britt?" She finally said. "Whatsup?

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah.. hang on. Let me grab a shirt." Quinn ran inside to grab a shirt from her bag.

She walked back towards the front door, and shut it behind her. Brittany was somewhat pacing in the hallway, the sound of the door catching her attention.

"Whats going on, Britt?"

"I just-" She said. "Is anything going on, with you and San?"

"Like, romantically?"

"Yeah," Brittany replied. "I saw you guys walking away from the pool holding hands, and I've been fighting myself from coming to your guys room to ask. But I couldn't take it and I had to."

Quinn felt a little offended. She got that Brittany was Santana's ex. But she wasn't in any place to be questioning Quinn about it.

"Nothing is going on between us, Britt." She was looked at Brittany, but she was making any eye contact with Quinn. "Just say what you wanna say."

"I still love her Quinn, it's just that I'm with Sam."

"No. Don't do that. You can't say that. Santana, she's a mess without you. And if you loved her, and you wanted to be with her, you would be." Quinn replied. She was getting upset.

"For someone who isn't doing anything with San you sure are getting upset."

"She's my best friend, Brittany. And so are you. And you know that what you're saying is just not fair to her even though she can't hear what you're saying." Quinn crossed her arms. "You can't expect her to wait for you forever. She deserves to be happy."

"Of course I know that, and I want her to be happy."

"And if you meant that Britt, then you wouldn't be here with me asking if we had something going on. What would you have done if I had said yes?"

Brittany was silent, left speechless. She knew Quinn was right. And honestly, she wasn't completely sure why she was there asking either. It bothered her that Santana may have moved on, but she was with Sam. She was jealous.

"I'm sorry, Q. But I was a mess too when we broke up. I don't mean to be constantly be hurting her. I don't." A single tear from her eye. "Can you please, take care of her?"

"I'm trying my best. I promise I will."

They hugged, and Brittany started to walk down the hallway. She stopped and turned back towards Quinn. "Please, don't tell San I was here okay?"

"I won't."

And with that, Brittany turned and continued down the hallway. When she was finally out of sight, Quinn unlocked the door and went back inside.

"Who was that?" Santana was laying on the bed, flipping through the channels on the tv.

"Just Kitty, she was asking where I got my bathing suit top from." Quinn replied.

"I ordered room service, since we didn't eat dinner yet. Spaghetti, I know it's your favorite." Santana smiled.

There was always something about Santana's smile that made Quinn smile. And the fact that she remembered what her favorite food was. She had forgotten how good it felt to be with her best friend. It made her happy, a lot more happier than she had been in a long time.

Quinn joined Santana on the bed, where they watched some tv before room service delivered their food.

They spent the rest of the night talking about basically everything. Bringing up old memories of high school, and some of the ridiculous songs they performed in Glee Club.

Eventually, Santana fell asleep. Quinn turned to her best friend who was sleeping peacefully. Out of all the friends that she's had in this lifetime, Santana had always been the one that had her back. Yeah, they fought here and there. Physically, even. But their friendship never faltered.

Quinn pulled the covers out from under Santana, and pulled it over her. She climbed in as well, and Santana ended up scooting closer to her and put her arm over her as if they had been doing it for years.

What if Brittany was right all along?