Brittany winked before moving to the door and opening it, grinning when Quinn rocked back on her heels and smiled. "Hey B, I was starting to think you weren't home."

Santana rolled her eyes from behind the door. So freaking charming.

"Sorry, I had an, uh, unexpected guest." Brittany motioned to Santana as she opened the door wider. "Q, this is Santana Lopez. Santana, this is Quinn Fabray."

They greeted each other politely before Santana moved past them awkwardly, turning around to look at Brittany and mumbling a decidedly frustrated "see you around" before exiting.

Quinn arched an eyebrow as Brittany smirked and closed the door. "She seems..."

"Yeah."

"Is she the girl you told me about?"

"No, just an old friend."

Quinn smiled and nodded. She was definitely not convinced by the answer, but she knew not to push the issue. Brittany was being purposefully elusive, but to be honest, Quinn was too hungry to dig deeper.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm late. Sam had to go to the hospital, because his assistant dropped a motor on his foot."

"Ouch, is he okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine. He told me he's limping pretty badly though."

Brittany nodded as she moved to the kitchen, opening a cupboard to grab a pot, then filling it with water. She was trying to calm her breath, which was hard when she still felt the throbbing between her thighs.

She turned to Quinn. "Tuna mac okay?"

"Definitely okay. I'm so starved I could eat blood sausage."

Brittany laughed. "Blood sausage is actually delicious. You just have to season it well."

"Well, it's an acquired taste, I guess."

"Blah, you have no taste at all," Brittany teased.

"I have enough taste to know that that woman I just met was extremely gorgeous. Also, I totally twat-swatted you, didn't I?"

Brittany blinked, turning around to look at Quinn. "Since when—what are you...I mean, what?"

Quinn grinned. "You've got her lipstick all over your mouth."

Brittany's eyes widened as she wiped her lips. She looked down at the back of her hand, and unsurprisingly, there was a reddish smear from her fingers to her wrist. As Brittany remembered Santana's luscious lips, she grew distracted by the image of her walking home so scantily clad. Or perhaps she had driven here...but imagining her fingers gripping at the steering wheel frustratingly, no doubt squeezing her thighs together as she drove home, proved to be an even bigger distraction—so much so that she didn't even hear Quinn's bark of a laugh.

"Oh my, you are smitten."

Brittany cleared her thoughts, eyes narrowing as she noticed Quinn was now setting the table for two. She'd been a very good friend ever since they'd met at Cuisine, and their weekly lunches were now routine, but Brittany suddenly felt terribly uncomfortable...or perhaps guilty was the right word, as she realized Quinn was always very open with her, often talking about her husband, Sam, and their three year-old son, Gabriel, while she shied away from delving too much into personal stories.

Quinn was one of the rare people who knew about her alter ego, so to speak, and Brittany considered her her best friend. However, it was still awkward to share so much when they'd only known each other for two years.

"I have to say, when you described her two weeks ago, I had no idea she—"

"That wasn't her," Brittany blurted out.

"What?"

"The girl I told you about two weeks ago was Samantha. She broke it off after our second date," Brittany sighed.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay, I'm just glad you didn't start telling Santana that," she smiled.

"Yeah, so...what's the deal with her?" Quinn asked a bit hesitantly. She knew Brittany was definitely not an open book, but it was worth a try.

Unsurprisingly, Brittany waved her hand in the air and said, "It's complicated." It sounded odd in Quinn's ears, and her friend's hasty dismissal made her arch a curious eyebrow. Hmm, maybe she'd have to Google this Santana Lopez.

Internally, she reasoned that wouldn't be creepy at all. She only had her best friend's interests at heart, and only God—and most likely Sam—knew how long she'd been trying to set Brittany up with the perfect match.

After a copious meal and Quinn complaining about her inevitable food coma, they said their goodbyes and scheduled their next lunch for Friday. Brittany hoped her friend hadn't noticed her complete distraction. Quinn was very observant, a skill that no doubt contributed to her career as a photographer, but she was also very tactful, something Brittany really appreciated. She'd had friends push for personal information before, and she'd never been too comfortable with it, choosing to answer peculiarly so as to throw them off. Granted, they often called her insane or stupid behind her back, but it still had the desired effect.

Brittany was grateful to have Quinn. Not to mention, her work at Cuisine was damn stunning. Brittany loved her style in general, and she always provided the best culinary pictures, which Brittany admitted had made her drool more than once..

She wondered if she should tell Quinn about Santana, but Brittany realized she wouldn't know where to start. Their history was one heck of a mess. Brittany had lost count of how many times they had broken up and gotten back together. She rubbed her temples as she felt a migraine coming; just the thought of their relationship made her want to bash her head into a wall.

She flopped down in her desk chair and glanced at her computer, noticing the mail icon jumping up and down. She clicked on the icon and bit her lip as she read through Shelby's answer.

Brittany -

Everything sounds good. I heard about Adjacent, but I was going to ask Jesse to check it out.

You have my okay to do it though.

I can give you a delay for LuPones if you want.

- Shelby Corcoran

Brittany hummed thoughtfully as she realized Shelby was giving her the green light to review Santana's restaurant. This was going to be delicate, and she wasn't so sure about this now that Santana—well, now that both she and Santana—had acted like animals in heat. Brittany would have to keep her distance if she wanted to stay unbiased, which was definitely something she prided herself on. She shuddered at the thought of speaking to Santana like the last time, sitting at a table as she secretly reviewed her food and her staff. If Brittany had learned one thing from their relationship, it was how much the now-chef loathed anything to do with lies and deceit.

As she let thoughts of Santana wash over her once again, Brittany knew this would definitely be a challenge. At this point, however, the only thing she was worried about was the wrath of her ex-girlfriend if she were to ever discover Brittany's deception.