"I want you to scream my name when you cum, bitch!"

Brittany woke up with her heart beating erratically. Running a shaky hand through her now damp hair, she sat up in bed. Taking deep breaths and doing a quick scan of the room, finding she was alone. The dancer stared longingly at the other side of her empty bed while playing with her wedding and engagement rings. Sighing knowing she wasn't going to be getting much sleep she stood up and put on her robe. Walking out into the hallway she opened the next door. Sighing more at the sight of her year old daughter, feeling tears prick her eyes, Brittany picked up the night bag. Cradling the little replica of herself, Brittany made her way out of the apartment knowing her husband wouldn't be coming home tonight. Shaking her head once again, the blonde hailed a cab with one place in mind.

Santana cursed in Spanish before opening her door and grumbling something sounding similar to, 'What do you want?'. Not hearing a response irritated the Latina. Looking up with a glare her eyes softened immediately at the sight of her best friend. Her eyes studied those of her blonde's friend passing through confusion, understanding, hurt, and anger when her eyes ended up on her god-daughter.

"He's not home tonight is he?" The Latina accused.

Brittany shook her head looking at the floor. Santana sighed rubbing her temples.

"Come in Ashley's crib is still intact in the guest room. Make yourself comfy, I'm going to get the drinks ready, see you in the living room."

Brittany offered a small smile before taking her daughter to the guest room and setting their bags down. Taking off her coat and cooing over her little angel, Brittany groaned. Finding herself in Santana's loveseat with the brunette on the single couch to the left with a whiskey bottle and two shot glasses, the blonde swallowed before starting to explain.

"It was a dream more like a memory. It was maybe a month since it had started, we were on the bed. He was on top of me. He pounded into me and I was begging him to stop. He slapped me and yelled at me to shut up. And then I woke up."

Santana's hands curled into fists as she took deep breaths. Looking into deep icy blue eyes she answers calmly, "You are staying with me tonight and all tomorrow. I don't care what you have to say, it's definite. I want you to down that shot glass and head to bed. Please just do it, Britt."

The blonde nodded and followed the orders. Heading to the guest room she heard Santana's fist collide with the punch bag in her work out gym. Flinching at the sound she laid down in bed closing her eyes. After half an hour of twisting and turning, Brittany made walked into her best friends room.

"Yes Britt?"

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

Hearing shuffling from the bed and light turned on Brittany crawled onto the bed.

"Night Britt."

"San?"

"Yes?"

"Can you cuddle with me?"

"..." the room was silent.

"Please?"

"Yes now go to sleep."

"Ok I love you, San." Santana stayed quiet before hearing the blonde drift off to sleep. Hearing the slit snore Santana whispered, "I love you too, Britt," before kissing her best friends forehead and cuddling closer to her. "I never stopped."