That night Santana didn't go home. That night she let Brittany gather her up like a small child and bring her to the Pierce home. Mr. And Mrs. Pierce didn't say anything, nor did Brittany's little sister. That night she let Brittany tuck her under the covers and hold her. That night Brittany watched as the strongest, hottest, most beautiful and most awesomest girl she ever knew break down into tiny, tiny pieces.

It was like a bad dream. Except this one she didn't wake up to Charity sleeping on her face or San's reassuring sweet lady kisses and snuggles. It was weird, it wasn't right. Just that afternoon she and San were smiling and laughing during vocal warm ups. And in that morning they had just snuck in sweet morning kisses before Cheerio's practice. It was a bad dream. But Brittany knew it wasn't just a bad dream for the girl she loved more than anything in the whole world. To Santana, it was a nightmare.

Helplessness spurred on more tears that she had cried, she kept her arms tight around the curled up form of one Santana Lopez. The girl Brittany grew up with. The girl Brittany loved so, so so much, that she would even give up Lord Tubbington to make her happy. But Santana wasn't happy, she was scared and sad and confused.

And all she could think of that night was why.

Santana always protected her, ever since they first met in kindergarten, even when San used to think her name was Garbage Face. And she had always tried her best to be there for Santana, because despite what everyone thinks the Latina wasn't a bad person. She was just scared. Brittany knew the real Santana Lopez liked playing with her hair, loved Sweet Valley High and Golden Girls. The real Santana Lopez could cook anything from pasta to a roast but couldn't bake cookies to save her life. She knew her San loved being the little spoon when they cuddled, and when they weren't sleeping together Santana hugged an old stuffed elephant Brittany had given her when they were eight.

So, as she watched her bestest friend, and the girl she loved finally cry herself to sleep she knew she only had one mission in mind the next morning when school came again. And though San always claimed it was her speciality, Brittany had her own special way of doing it.

Finn was going to regret hurting her Santana.

It was a bad dream. But Brittany knew it wasn't just a bad dream for the girl she loved more than anything in the whole world. To Santana, it was a nightmare.