Brittany walks into Chief Shuester's office and shuts the door.

"It's a great pleasure to have you here at 51." He walks around and sits behinds his desk. "I've heard a lot of good things about you. You're a very decorated soldier. Why did you decide to get out of the Army? I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind. I loved being in, but there were certain circumstances that pushed me to get out."

Chief Shuester nodded. "Well, if there is anything that I can do for you just let me know okay?"

"I will. Thank you."

"No problem. Now. Let's just go over some of your paperwork and then I'll let you go back to Lopez. She has a couple other things she wants to show you."

While Brittany was in the office with the Chief, Santana found Quinn and they sat and talked.

"How come you've never mentioned her before?"

"I mean, I have a couple times I just haven't said her name. Pierce was an amazing combat medic. You'll love her. And I can almost guarantee that you'll her in more ways than just her than just as a coworker."

"Shut up, Q."

"I'm serious. She's an amazing girl. Plus, you need to get rid of Dani already. She's toxic." Santana rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. "You know I'm right. Let me guess, that's was her that called you earlier."

"So what if it was?"

"San she calls you like every on the hour on the hour cause she thinks you're fucking cheating on her. I don't know how you can stay with her." Before Santana had the chance to open her mouth, Quinn started again. "Oh wait let me guess. You love her. Open your eyes San. If you don't answer your phone because you're on a call she gets mad and you guys argue. You're out here saving people's lives. She doesn't know what it's like to be in a relationship with a first responder."

Santana didn't have an answer for Quinn. She knew she was right. She'd been with Dani for almost a year now. By now, she should've got used to her hours and the fact that she can't always text back when she gets a text message. But she hasn't and it's making it really hard for Santana. When they first started dating, Santana was totally in love with this girl. She was beautiful, sweet and knew all the right things to say to make her tingle inside. But as the months went on, Santana saw a different side of her. She became clingy and selfish. Santana knew she deserved better but she was afraid that with her long hours and busy schedule, no one would ever want to love her. She believed that Dani did, so she put up with her temper tantrums and bitch fits out of love.

"You're trying to hard to keep something that doesn't work." Quinn placed her hand on Santana's shoulder. "You can't be afraid to be alone. You won't ever be alone. You have me, and you have all of us here."

"I know. I know that, but sometimes it's just.. It's nice alright. To have someone there to talk to about my day. To lay next to and cuddle with after shift."

"You can't hold on to this girl because of those things. You'll find someone new. You're beautiful, you're young, and you're an amazing singer. Don't be so hard on yourself." Quinn stood up at the sound of the Chief's door opening. She stood behind Santana and whispered. "Give this girl a chance. I promise, you won't be disappointed."

Brittany walked out of the office. Before she left, she shook the Chief's hand and continued walking back towards the common area.

"You ready to show me the ambo? My last house, their ambo was like 15 years old and smelt like old people."

"Don't worry, it smells nothing like old people." Santana laughed as she stood up. They walked back outside together to where the ambulance was parked.

She unlocked the back door and opened it up. It smelt brand new, with a hint of clorox.

"Nice."

"It's just a couple years old, 51 just got a hold of it not even two months before I was assigned here." She stepped up into the rig and held her hand out. "So I keep it as clean as I possible can."

Brittany took her hand and stepped up. Santana's hand was warm, and for a second she thought that they held hands for more than the few milliseconds it took her to get into the rig. She shook it off, thinking nothing of it.

"I'll give you that. It's spotless in here."

Santana showed her where all the equipment belonged. They climbed into the front seat and Santana started it up.

"I gotta fill her up. You mind going for a ride?"

Brittany buckled up and got comfortable in her seat. "I'm ready. Let's do it."

On the drive to the gas station, they started talking.

"So why'd you move out here to Lima? I mean, it's not everyday that someone says 'alright. Lima, Ohio it is.' " Santana made a left and continued driving.

"I just needed somewhere that I could start over. Where I wouldn't run into anyone I knew."

"I guess seeing Quinn was a bummer then." Brittany laughed.

"Oh no. I was actually pretty excited. I haven't seen her in years."

"You knew her from the Army? She was a.. 91 Bravo? I think." They were stopped at a red light now.

"Yup. A mechanic. I'd always have to go to them because our truck would always break down. So whenever I'd go to them I'd hang out with Fabray."

"That's cool. You guys seem really close." Brittany looked out the window, her memories resurfacing once more. She saw fire, heard people screaming. Her ears were ringing loudly, but did her best to get herself out of the drivers seat of her humvee. She crawled on the dirt to find the closest cover she could. "Pierce?"

Brittany shook out of it, realizing that they were already parked at the gas station.

"Sorry. I kind of got lost in thought."

"It's alright." Santana filled the ambulance and they headed back to 51.

"Enough about me, what about you? How'd you end up here?"

"Me? Oh this was always a childhood dream of mine. I grew up here in Lima. And right after high school I went to school to get my certifications." She never took her eyes off of the road. "Been a paramedic ever since. I'm 24 now, so that makes me a paramedic for about 5 years."

"That's a long time. I'm guessing you love what you do?" Santana nodded rapidly.

"Love it. Way more than I should." They pulled into the garage and Santana turned off the ambulance. "How about you? You love what you do? I mean, you must. A combat medic must be way more intense though."

"It was. I love my job, but the things I've seen while I was deployed was too much for me." She looked out the passenger side window at Quinn who was sitting at the squad table with Abrams and Anderson. "I'm sorry. I'm tired."

"Oh. It's alright. I'm sorry if I brought up something that wasn't appropriate."

"No no, you didn't. Don't worry about it." Brittany seemed a little on edge. She needed to get to her bag. "Just come get me if we get a call."

And with that Brittany jumped out and headed for the sleeping quarters.

Quinn turned to see where Brittany was going but she didn't stop to talk to her. She got up from the table and joined Santana in the ambo.

"What happened? Did you already try to hit on her and fail?" Quinn started to chuckle.

"No, I mean I was talking to her like super casually. And we were talking about Army and stuff." As she said Army, Quinn shut the passenger side door.

"What exactly did you guys talk about, San." Her voice had a serious tone to it.

"Nothing too important, just why she chose to get out of the Army and whatever. Oh she kinda mentioned how she would hang out with you when their truck would break down. Then she kinda spaced after that."

Quinn was looking down at her feet, like she was contemplating whether she should tell her or not.

"I am telling you this in confidence, San. You can't go asking her questions or anything alright."

"I got it, don't worry. I won't tell a soul."

"When we were deployed, yes. We were really close. Deployment takes a toll on people. But Pierce, she was really optimistic. She was always happy. Always trying to cheer people up. When she met me, I was in a bad place. It was like her mission to cheer me up." Quinn looked up at her. "One day, we had a convoy and about halfway through it we got hit with a roadside bomb. Bombs, actually."

"Whoa. And since she was a medic, she had to help with the wounded? Those kind of images, you can't get out of your head."

"Yeah. She did. And you're right, you can't." Quinn lifted her shirt up to show Santana her scars. "She saved my life."