"So you come home covered in fucking hickies that I know I didn't give you," Santana yelled as she starting throwing things in a bag, "After disappearing for 4 days and me wanting to go to my mother's is over reacting."

"Yes, because you won't listen to me, Santana. You don't understand..." Brittany grabbed the duffle bag out of her wife's hand to try and slow her down.

"Brittany, there is nothing to fucking explain." She pointed at her neck and hissed out. "Obviously, you went somewhere else for something I thought only I could give you."

Brittany grabbed Santana's wrists and pulled her into a bear hug. "You did them to me. Well," She pondered for a second to try and figure out how to explain it. "It wasn't you you, but it was you."

She felt the rattling in Brittany's chest, she couldn't see her face, but she knew he was crying as she was mumbling something. Brittany wasn't stupid or heartless. If she didn't want to be with Santana any more, she would have told her. "What do you mean it was me but wasn't me?"

"You got in a car accident.." Brittany pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes. "You've been in a coma. It was 5 years ago my time..."

Brittany opened her eyes slowly trying to focus on the ceiling. Her vision was blurry and her head was pounding. The pain was excruciating. She closed her eyes again and let the flutter back open slowly. She was still dazed, but her vision was a little better.

"What the fuck?" She looked around with more focus and scared herself a little. She was at her parents' house. There was no reason for her to be here. She should have been in New York. "Oh my god…I hope I didn't blow the lab up…"

She sat up on bed and put her head in her hands. "There is no way anything could have exploded. My calculations we perfect…Well, perfect in theory." Santana would have known what to do. She would have been calm. She would have….She would have just been.

Brittany lifted her head up and looked down at her hand. She started to panic when she didn't see her wedding ring. Something really must have gone wrong. She stood up and examined her body…there was no physical harm. But there was something different.

She walked over towards her dresser to look in the mirror, "Holy Shit…" Her hair was a good bit longer, her eyes weren't as tired, and her abs were SUPER tight again…She must have miscalculated. She didn't look any older than 18. "I went way too far back."

Brittany still had no clue what the fuck was happening. She stayed staring at the mirror for at least another 10 minutes before she shook the shock factor off slightly. She needed to calculate what could have gone wrong. It was all theoretical math, but it was sound. She couldn't find any paper or pens. She started rummaging through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom connected to her room. She found some lipstick. That would work. She started writing out formulas to double check herself. She wasn't wrong. Her math was sound.

She had no clue what day or time of year it was really. She looked around for what would be her phone but she couldn't find it. Young Brittany was never good with computers so that was out. Her cellphone was also probably lost somewhere random. Most likely at Santana's house.

"Ohhh shit.." She looked over towards her door and saw her cheerios outfit hanging up. Anywhere from 9th grade to 12th grade, with the exception of those few months at the end of junior year. She hoped so deeply that she wasn't walking into her repeating senior year. She couldn't really change the past too much…She knew one thing if her cheerleading outfit was out she was meant to wear it that day.

She took some time to get herself together to look exactly like she did when she was 18. Well, she still looked 18 but what it meant to be like when she was 18.

She blinked or so she thought and somehow she was at school. It was like a time blip…She didn't get in the car, she didn't drive, or at least not that she could remember.

She saw Quinn and Finn across the way talking at their lockers. They looked happy. So early sophomore year by being in her Cheerios outfit. At least that was her deduction, she didn't see Santana yet. She also doesn't know if she blipped through practice or if they just had it after school.

She figured asking them what day it was wouldn't be that strange. When she was younger, she was so scatter brained, not knowing what day it was wouldn't have been out of the norm.

"Hey guys," Brittany forced a sweet smile. She still had no real idea what was going on, but it finally worked. All of her time in the lab calculating and trying to test run her time machine. Even if this wasn't exactly right. She could figure it out. She had to take the chance to try.

"Hey Britt," Quinn turned from Finn and looked at her friend. "How was your weekend?" She grabbed Finn's hand and started to usher for them to walk to class.

How was your weekend? Brittany thought to herself. That was a normal thing to ask on a Monday. "It was good. Kind of boring, I still think the cat is reading my dairy."

"Brittany, I've seen your cat," Finn shrugged a little. "I'd be more worried about his weight than him reading you diary."

She waited for the zinger. Speaking of being worried about weight.She could almost hear Santana's voice. This all felt wrong without her wife there…well, her best friend at this point. This time travel was confusing.

"He's on a diet now," Brittany shuffled her feet and looked around the hall a little more. "Where's Santana? I haven't seen her… I kind of last my phone again."

The "Power Couple' looked at her confused and timed in in unison. "Who?"

"Santana…" Brittany like the air had been knocked out her lungs….Santana who…Santana who was always on Finn about his lack of trying. Santana who started Cheerios with her and Quinn. Santana who was her best friend to wife and so much more…neither one knew who she was talking about. This couldn't be true. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't lose her all over again.

"SANTANA. SANTANA LOPEZ," She threw her arms up in the air and let out a deep sigh. She started shaking her head back and forth.

"Britt," Quinn grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close. "Honey, I don't know who you're talking about.

She knew she shouldn't be making a scene. She shouldn't be getting irrational. But if Santana wasn't here, that meant maybe this was a failed attempt. Maybe…even if she acted out there it wouldn't matter about her future. "SANTANA! My other best friend," She pulled away from Quinn and tried to hold her tears back. "SANTANA LOPEZ!"

"WHAT?" The both whipped around when they heard a voice call down the hallway. Brittany ripped herself away from Quinn and ran down the hall way towards Santana.

She threw her arms around her and hugged her tight."I've been looking for you all morning. Where have you been?"

Santana was pulled away and looked at Brittany confused. "Brittany…why are you talking to me?"

"Why wouldn't I be," Brittany pulled back and examined Santana's face. She knew this look. She didn't like this look. She had learned to read Santana like an open book. This look was real fear and confused. She didn't like this at all…"Did I say something to make you think I was mad?"

"This is literally the second time you've ever talked to me," Santana shrugged and adjusted her book bag on her shoulder. "The first time was to ask for a pencil in Spanish."

She took a closer look at Santana. She had been so overwhelmed at seeing her conscious again, she didn't pay close enough attention. Her hair wasn't in a high-pony, she had her glasses on, and she was wearing regular clothes. No cheerios outfit. Santana's words were starting to set in. Literally the second time you've talked to me. This was all wrong, but at least Santana was here. She could figure the rest else after.