Tug of War

They just wanna have a blast before things go back to normal again. But a small misunderstanding that night might just made everything way crazier than they could handle. How far will this newfound hate leads them? This is fun just try&read. w/ other Fave Glee members/couples.

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Ive read lots of fanfics especially Brittana/Santittany. Dis is My First Fanfic Ever. Im 15 yr old girl. English is not my main language. Your criticisms will be very well appreciated. Please help me improve my writing with your assesments. I sincerely apologize for wrong grammar&spellings. Sorry for confusing sentences. POVs are mixed, mainly third person's pov but the characters thoughts are shown too, sorry if it will confuse you later on. Sorry if u won't get the jokes&humor in the story. Reviews aren't force for me to continue, I know how lazy it is to review yknow XD. The mere reading my story is an honor. This is fun. Hope u Enjoy. Love Hemo&NayaForever!

Chapter 1: First Collision

Ecstacy Club, 11:15 pm

Everyone was enjoying the loud music, dancing and getting drunk. Well not really everyone, Quinn was taking a sip with her martini watching her intoxicated friends still gracefully dancing on the dance floor. She scowled upon sensing someone occupy the empty stool beside her. Great another perv to hit on her tonight she thought annoyed.

"Want another drink, Miss?" She heard beside her. Hmmm… Another 'get you drunk and take you home type' she thought but she suddenly became aware that it's not a manly voice at all. To check her assumption and the owner of that sweet raspy voice she turned around.

To her surprise, she was greeted by a dazzling brunette with her charming smile at her. She was extraordinarily stunning in casual clothes and her dark brown eyes were very captivating and somewhat familiar to her. Thinking if she met her before and realizing 'Nope, don't remember her' she shook the thought away.

Observing that she's not that bad, not bad at all, she might give this one a chance(a pretty big chance). 'I mean c'mmon its not every day you get to hit on by a gorgeous smoking hot Latina- Snapping herself -No! not again' she scolded herself. She's not going back there again. Stopping herself from totally checking her out, she gathered herself and smiled back a little.

"Thanks but I'm good and I need to drive later on." She refused glancing at her almost empty glass then returning her gaze on the dance floor.

"Good girl I see, Um Santana btw." The confident Latina introduced lending her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Santana" She said sparing a glance at the Latina without shaking her hand. She heard the Latina chuckle lightly on her slight rudeness. Cute laugh she thought. Wait, what? The drink just probably messed up my mind a little.

"And you are?" Santana asked hopefully leaning a bit closer to the blonde. Bitchy and cute, I like her Santana thought.

Sigh. "Sorry, I don't really want be rude … but I don't really give my name to anyone. I'm sorry" She said softly meaning she's not interested or doesn't want to be even if she is. Gosh, it sucks to turn her down. I feel bad for hurting her and pretty stupid for turning her down, others will kill for a smoldering Latina like this one. But she knows better than trusting her hormones right now.

"Oh.. Um that's fine." The Latina answered in a defeated tone her eyes downcast. She pulled the fake sad act knowing nice girls always fall for it, devious isn't she. As she looked up, she almost made a victory dance seeing the blonde's features to soften. Ha! Told you girls dig this. I mean who wouldn't with this adorable face of mine. I'm not conceited okay, I'm just being really honest. (Yeah, what an ass.)

Quinn quickly felt awful for being this rude.

Crap. I totally made her upset. Well telling my name wouldn't really hurt so …

"Uhh okay that was really mean of me Santana, I'm sorry, my nam Quinn was cut off by a storming blonde with a black girl following behind her.

"Why aren't you still joining us back there Q?" The blonde asked completely ignoring the Latina's presence and the fact that she intruded in a conversation. Seeing that this blonde is a little drunk the Latina disregarded her rudeness. Remembering to be polite for a good impression she was about to introduce herself when finally the newly arrived blonde shifted her gaze to her that immediately turn into a deadly glare.

"I was just finishing my drinks then I'll be coming over" Quinn explained but her friend doesn't seem to be listening anymore because her full attention is already on the girl beside her. 'I sense troubleee' Quinn tensed.

"And who's this?" The other blonde said in a mocking tone matching with a raised eyebrow and disgust clear in her eyes towards the Latina. Great, Santana sighed. I haven't even made a move to her friend and she already has a big problem with me.

Quinn knowing her very protective bestfriend isn't the nicest person when drunk, she interfered before the Latina gets totally offended who already looks to be taken aback by her bestfriend's action.

"Britt Please be nice." She begged to her friend to avoid any conflict which is only answered by her eyes rolling. Quinn was about to apologize to Santana when she was cut off again.

"If we're not gonna dance, let's just go home instead Q" The girl Quinn called as Britt huff still looking straight to the Latina with unfading dislike. The Latina seems to be also losing her patience with the other girl's attitude towards her but she's controlling herself for the sake of Quinn.

"Okay Mercedes take her to the car, I'll follow quickly" Quinn said to the black girl beside the drunk blonde who nodded. Then Quinn turned around with an apologetic look on her eyes.

"Im so sorry for my friend she's just drunk but sh For the second time Quinn was cut off by the same blonde. Again.

With her snarky bitchy tone,

"The slut's not worth it Q, Let's go!" And that did it.

"Excuse me?" Santana defended. Quinn tensed and quickly stands infront of Santana to distract her attention towards her drunk friend.

"Britt Please" she begged her friend who now turned around to face the Latina.

"Got a problem bitch?" The girl named Britt drew the last word in her tongue with utter dislike. Santana flinched with the blonde's words but still hanging to the little self control she have, she just glared at the blonde. Clenching her fist, she reminded herself that the girl is drunk, she's impressing someone and she doesn't want to be banned again from another club. But this girl is totally pushing her luck. Thank God she's not drunk or else she swore it would be a bloody mess indeed.

Quinn panicked with her friend's words,

"Mercedes! Please take her out now." She commanded quickly to the black girl she called Mercedes who seems to be also tensed from the situation. Mercedes grabbed her drunk friend tightly.

"Time to go home B, you're drank a little too much already" She started dragging her friend towards the exit before apologizing to the Latina.

" Sorry girl it's just the alcohol talkin. Don't take it seriously" She said with an apologetic look.

"Well I'm clearly not drunk yet coz I still recognize a slut when I see one!" Britt spat drawing venom on her words and reconnecting her glare to the now clearly pissed Latina.

Quinn getting enough of her friend, raised her voice. "Brittany S. Pierce, get in the car now!"

Brittany just scoffed and muttered "Whatever." before leaving knowing even in her state not to test the other blonde's temper.

Composing herself, Quinn turned embarrassed to the Latina who's still a little shock and pissed for what just happened.

"Ohh Gosh I'm really really sorry right now. I'm sorry for my friend. She's just really drunk. I apologize for her attitude especially what she said. Even though I still don't know you I think you're a nice person and you don't deserve those words. She definitely doesn't mean those. I swear" She rambled nervously and pleadingly.

"Thanks and its fine. I understand." The Latina answered with some force politeness. She seems to be calm and composed already but still pissed with the other blonde. 'How dare she address me like that' The Latina thought.

"No really I'm so so sorry. That was so uncalled for." She said looking at the Latina for any signs of anger. The Latina softens at sight infront of her. She's like a child apologizing for something she didn't do who btw is so cute. She can't help the smile that crept up her face.

"Hey no worries, It was really fine with me. Like you said she was just drunk." She said (or lied) just to make the blonde feel better.

"I'm still really sorry Santana. Your nice and sweet she was cut off again by her phone beeping. Really? The Latina muttered mentally.

"I guess I really need to go now, I'm really sorry Santana. Bye" The blonde waved then left in a rush after checking her phone.

Santana smiled back and waved. The absence of the blonde made her notice the eyes and whispers around her. Great, stupid audience she thought rolling her eyes.

Taking in slowly what just happened, she cursed upon a realization that hit her. 'Damn how stupid, I forgot to ask her number or even her name!' she muttered mentally.

"Q." She said to herself. That's what her drunk ass friend called her. Remembering that blonde she thought 'What the hell is her problem?' and as far as she can recall she didn't know that face before or she does. She can't really remember cause she's nor even trying to. But the black girl Mercedes doesn't seem to be a new face for her. A slight tap on her shoulder shook her from her thoughts. Turning around she saw her companions, her gay friend Kurt and a midget called Rachel who seems to be slightly tipsy in the moment.

Kurt was the first one to speak with an amused expression.

"We witnessed what happened." Kurt waited for Santana to say something but she doesn't so he continued.

"We're shock you didn't tackle her to the ground like you did to the redhead last time you're drunk. Well we didn't bother backing you up because you seem to handle things quite well Santana." He stated looking at her.

"Is it about the blonde that made you to act the way you did? Well she is indeed very pretty and so is here friends especially that other blonde. That taller blonde was quite feisty and doesn't like you very much". He continued chuckling a bit. Rachel was standing beside Kurt and seems to be agreeing with him silently which is very unusual.

Thinking to just ignore and not to let Kurt's words get the best of her, she finished her drink and decided to call it a night.

"Let's go. This night is no fun anymore." She said annoyed and they left the club.

"Someone's cranky." Kurt teased while they're leaving the parking lot observing how pissed the Latina is.

Santana is in the driver seat basically because it's her car while Kurt and Rachel are cozy in the backseat.

"Well you can't blame her Kurt. While being insulted out there, it took all her sanity to just stay put" Rachel chimed chuckling at the Latina.

"That girl is the first one to ignore the infamous Lopez charm. How impressive" Kurt added.

"You must be losing your game Santana" Rachel warned while laughing showing how intoxicated she is in the moment.

"Some kind of friends you both are. You're supposed to make me feel better here!" She retorted back getting enough with them already.

Kurt stopped chuckling and asked.

"Okay, sorry San. So what's the pretty blonde's name you failed to hit on tonight?" Rachel who's struggling to stifle her laughter became serious and curious upon that certain blonde.

"Well ….. after what happened, I kinda got no chance to She was cut off by Kurt who seems to get her point.

"What? So you basically got ass kicked out there for nothing?" He asked partly shocked and amused.

"Well I got her nickname, I guess." She replied in her defense.

"Really? So what's her nickname then?" He asked.

"Her bitch friend called her Q." She mumbled.

Silence filled the car. Santana turns around to see both of her friends' faces in shock and disbelief until they burst to hysterical laughter. Rachel almost choked laughing but that even didn't stop her.

"Are you kidding me? You only got Q? Way to go Loooopez!" Rachel blurted out laughing.

Kurt trying to stop himself from laughing tried to lighten up Santana.

"Well at least you got something other than nothing at all."

"Yeah, her nickname" Rachel mocked. Kurt who knows that Santana's temper is rising stopped from laughing and tries to do the same to Rachel.

"Whatever, like you can do better. I'm not the one drooling over giant freak here" Santana muttered not loud enough for Rachel to hear coz she still cared how she feels and she's just drunk right now. She has a heart you know.

"Are you saying anything Santana?" Rachel asked.

"Just shut up" Santana spat back. Her grip on the steering wheel became tighter than ever. She was never humiliated in public or either to her friend, never turned down by any girl and especially she never let anyone talk to her like that and walk away with it. Now that reminds her, she remembers her face from school, small world indeed. That bitch isn't getting away that easy. She'll have to pay even if Q stepped in her way, well she really hoped not.

Then she remembered something from earlier that cause an evil smirk to emerge on her face.

Brittany S. Pierce is going down.

And followed by her evil laugh of course. (Nope, just kidding.)

TBC

Okay maybe this is not the usual fanfic where Santana and Brittany are in love at first sight or immediately fascinated with each others' eyes and body. This may seem to be Quinntana right from the beginning but not really. If you weren't happy about what you just read, Im not gonna force you to continue. But all im asking is a chance. It wont hurt to try yknow. Hope it will be fun

(Btw I never thought writing is this hard! Organizing things and using your imagination to its full extent is so hard. One chapter nearly took me 1 week to finish. I hope it would be easier.)