Disclaimer: Same applies from the first chapter.

A/N: I loved Brittana in this episode! I would like to incorporate them more in my retelling of the story so let me know if you would enjoy that! Again, I enjoy reading all reviews and welcome any constructive criticism or ideas anyone has.

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Chapter 2

Sexy

"The Celibacy Club will now come to order," Ms Pillsbury announced with the pounding of her wooden gavel on the bench. The thuds echoed around the large empty classroom as the obsessive compulsive counsellor reviewed the previous meetings minutes. It was the first day back from the weekend's festivities and the kiss that Quinn and Rachel had shared the week before was still fresh in everyone's minds.

"...And Rachel spent the hour quizzing Quinn about the nature of her relationship with Finn," the redheaded woman recalled as she looked at the two other girls in the room, who were sitting on opposite sides of the large square formation of the tables.

"A question somebody still refuses to answer," Rachel mumbled as she fiddled with her pen, just loud enough for Quinn to hear before ducking her head down toward the desk.

"And I will continue to refuse to answer them because they are none of your business!" Quinn snapped, glaring back. "All I will reveal is that I re-joined the celibacy club to focus on me."

"Me too," Rachel responded meeting the blonde's sceptical gaze, regaining a little more confidence at hearing her words. "Finn is kryptonite which is why I am focusing all of my energies now on my song writing."

Quinn quirked her eyebrow and gave one of her signature eye rolls before turning back to listening to Ms Pillsbury encourage them to remain celibate if they weren't ready for intimacy or afraid of the 'hose monster' as she had called it.

Hose monster? Who is she kidding? She is really just trying to convince herself! Quinn scoffed as the guidance counsellor rambled enthusiastically about chastity charms they would be given.

God, it's always about Finn. Finn, Finn, Finn. Why is she here? She always mocked this club in the past and now she wants to be a part of it again? She only joined it originally last year because she knew Finn would be in it. She must have an angle. Maybe she thinks that, by joining, Finn will want her because that boy only seems to give a damn about her when he knows she's off limits. That's it! She's trying to impress him. That whole, you-could-have-had-me-but-now-I'm-unavailable-and- your-girlfriend-forbids-it always drove that boy insane. I'll have to keep a close eye one him, and an even closer one on her...

"We hand out the little hearts but not the key – that way nobody can open the lock forever!"

Quinn and Rachel both feigned interest as the session concluded and they collected all of their 'club swag' and headed toward their lockers to gather their books.

Rachel couldn't help looking at Quinn through the corner of her eye across the crowded corridor where the tall ex Cheerio was putting away her chastity charm and then preparing her folders and notes for her next class. Are Quinn and Finn together again? Are they dating? I wonder if she will give her key to Finn... Quinn wouldn't answer any of her questions about Finn and Finn had certainly made it clear at the party that he wasn't interested in rekindling a relationship with Rachel again. Their unwillingness to cooperate only fuelled the diva's motivation to discover the truth. There was nothing more determined than Rachel Berry on a mission.


Later in Glee club, Rachel was pleasantly surprised when Quinn entered the room and took a seat next to her as the new substitute Holly Holiday began singing Garry Glitter's rather risqué song 'Do You Wanna Touch Me' and invited the whole Glee club to join her. Neither girl could tear their eyes away from the performance as Brittany and Santana joined Holly in the middle of the choir room and began dancing provocatively around their chairs.

The Latina eyed the duo speculatively at the close proximity of their seats. Well this is interesting. Why is Queen Bitch sitting next to Hobblefoot? I guess they are both in the stupid Celibacy Club, but still, it's the dwarf. Q normally can't stand her, but ever since that party somethings been off...

Santana's eyes widened as a thought came to her and she caught both Quinn and Rachel's eyes. No way, I must be imagining things... Deciding to test her theory, Santana teased flashes of bare skin as she sang along to the song. Both girls sitting in the chairs reacted in a way that was a little less than completely innocent, and Santana smirked to herself. Santana Diabla Lopez, helping 'straight' girls embrace their gay since, forever.

What is wrong with you? Stop staring! That's Santana for goodness sake! Quinn internally berated herself. She decided to put those disturbing thoughts aside and push them back into the farthest crevices of her mind, ignoring them for the time being – maybe even forever - as she turned to watch Brittany dance instead.

Rachel just gawked wide in shock at the display as Santana winked at her suggestively before Rachel too avoided eye contact with her.

When the new teacher noticed the two Celibacy Club members watching on in shock, she pointed at them with her index and pinkie fingers to join her and after exchanging a quick glance with each other, despite their previous discomfort, neither Rachel nor Quinn could refuse – the song was just too damn catchy!


"Hey Q," Brittany smiled happily with Santana trailing behind with a smirk on her face.

Quinn turned around to face her friends, ignoring Santana completely and addressing Brittany. "Hey, what's up?"

"Just wondering how you are today."

"Yeah, you don't seem so crash hot lately Blondie. What crawled up your ass?"

Quinn slammed her locker door and clutched her books close to her chest as she gave Santana a pointed look. "I'm fine."

Santana crossed her arms in front of her and laughed sardonically. "Clearly."

Quinn narrowed her eyes and Santana dared her with her own to say something before Brittany grabbed Santana's arm and whispered something in her ear.

"Be nice? Oh come on Britt-Britt, that's no fun!" Brittany stared puppy dog eyes at her before Santana rolled her own and threw up her arms in surrender. "Ugh, fine. I'll see you in class," she said before trudging off away from the blondes.

Quinn looked back toward Brittany and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in question as to why she sent Santana away before sending her a grin in appreciation which Brittany again sweetly returned.

"Sorry about San. She's been kinda moody lately," Brittany explained. Quinn held back her own eye roll because, really? Only lately?

"I think she and Sam aren't very happy together. She yelled at him after the party for kissing me which is weird because she knows he and I are so alike that we could be like cousins. Dating him would be like incest or something."

Maybe that's exactly why she's dating him, Quinn contemplated. Because he reminds her of...

"She never wants him to drive her home after school and comes home with me instead, and whenever he asks her out she says she can't be bothered or that she's busy. I asked her if she maybe wanted to go out on a double date with me and Artie to Breadstix, but she said she didn't want to. I don't know why though because I know she loves Breadstix and would never say no to a free meal there."

Quinn softened her posture as she slumped against the lockers and nodded in understanding. She knew Santana's real reasons. She had known since they all first went on their freshman year Cheerio's summer training camp, when Santana had insisted on Brittany being her base and thrower. A smile always on her face as the tall blonde caught her and held her securely in her arms. She had never seen Santana smile that way unless the other blonde was near. Quinn sighed but didn't say a word, deciding it would only right for the stubborn brunette to tell Brittany in her own time, when she was ready.

As the warning bell sounded, Brittany looped her arm through Quinn's and they began walking to their Spanish class; the one class all of the Glee club seemed to apparently share. What a splendid coincidence.

As they entered the room just on time, Mr Shue began writing commonly used greetings and phrases on the board as everyone began taking their seats. Puck and Lauren sat at the farthest table from the front of the room, carving inappropriate drawings into the desk with their scissors. Sam, Mike, Artie and Finn all sat in front of them and talked enthusiastically about the latest football match. Brittany, Santana and Quinn sat in the next row with the two former playing some sort of game with their hands locked together, and their thumbs wriggling around in a sort of battle. Nice one S. Any excuse to hold her hand without actually asking her to or admitting to yourself or anyone else that you want to. Quinn sat beside the pair, reading to herself with a small grin tugging on her lips at not only the words she was reading but her thoughts on the two girls beside her. Tina, Rachel and Mercedes sat at the very front of the room, with the remaining gossip queen texting Kurt at Dalton while Rachel and Tina diligently copied the notes on the board.

After Brittany successfully squashed Santana's tanned and perfectly manicured thumb beneath her own, she leaned over in her chair to her left toward the quiet blonde seated beside her. "Whatcha readin'?"

"Alice in Wonderland. It's my favourite," Quinn replied licking the tip of her finger and turning the crisp white page over.

"I love that Disney movie! The big fat cat that can disappear and stuff with the huge smile is my favourite. He reminds me of Lord Tubbington because he's always up to no good."

Quinn chuckled and nodded before talking about how she always pictured herself as Alice.

"Because you're both blonde?" Santana more of stated than asked dryly.

Quinn shook her head and smiled to herself before further explaining it was actually because she could relate to Alice on a much deeper level. Having had such a miserable childhood, reading was her favourite hobby because it allowed her to lose herself in the vast imaginings of the author's intricate and wonderfully written stories. She loved letting her own imagination trump her depressing reality by taking her away into a different world, ridding her of her anxieties, insecurities and sadness as a child, and even now. When she read, everything else just faded away. It gave her a sense of freedom. Of happiness and hope, before she had to return to her bland and hollow life with every closing of each book.

Rachel had stopped in her note taking and was now listening intently to the girls behind her.

"So you would be Alice, Santana would be the Queen of Hearts," Brittany counted off each Glee member and their respective character on her fingers. "Finn and Sam would be Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, because, duh, and Rachel would be the White Rabbit because she's always talking really fast about something, running around like a crazy person and never listens to anyone."

"Or maybe the Mad Hatter because she's insane and constantly breaks out in song," Santana offered with a chortle.

"If I get a preference, I would rather be the rabbit. And I do listen to other people!" Rachel rebutted as she turned in her seat to face Brittany with a small pout playing on her lips.

All three of the trinity stared at her disbelievingly before she huffed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes briefly and throwing her hand up in resignation. "Fine, I sometimes listen to other people…When they are talking about something that involves or interests me in some way or another."

"I agree. You're more of a nauseatingly overly enthusiastic and energetic rabbit than a hat fanatic. Headband fanatic, maybe," Quinn supplied with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

"Although I do quite enjoy my tea," Rachel offered with a laugh and grin. Her smile grew wider at seeing the corners of Quinn's lips quirk upwards ever so slightly.

"You told me once that you also thought bunnies were really cute though Quinn. Does that mean you think Rachel is really cute?" Brittany interjected innocently with genuine curiosity.

Quinn held a stoic face as she scoffed loudly before raising her book up to eye-level, hiding the existence of the embarrassment in her quickly flushing cheeks within its spine, to everyone but the always observant and ever curious Latina. Rachel's own cheeks tinged pink before shyly ducking her head too. Santana watched the reactions before her and contemplated them with raised eyebrows. Curiouser and curiouser...

Santana wanted to give a questioning glace toward the now crimson tinted blonde, but Quinn remained silent with her nose in her book. Annoyed now that hazel was seemingly adamant on not reaching her eyes and was no longer going to participate in the conversation anymore, Santana shifted her attention over to Rachel. "Why are you always listening in on our conversations?"

Rachel sheepishly shrugged. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have eavesdropped. I was just tired of listening to Mr Shue trying to teach Puck how to properly roll his r's."

"Yeah he did always suck with using his tongue," Santana replied simply, making Rachel shift a little uncomfortably in her chair.

"Puck couldn't roll his r's even if he did care to pay any attention in class. Shue is wasting his time. I'm surprised that this class is still running to be honest. Santana could teach it better than him," Quinn mumbled into the pages of her book.

"Could? Please, I'd wipe the floor with Shuester, and judging by the amount of hair gel he uses, I'm sure using his head as a mop would actually clean the floors pretty damn well too," Santana snickered to herself, earning a giggle from the other girls too.

Turning back to Rachel, Santana pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have some notes to take or someone else to bore?"

Rachel sighed, turning back around in her seat to resume her writing.

Quinn slightly lowered her book at seeing that Rachel was no longer looking her way. Marking her page with a delicate dog ear in the top right corner, she closed it soundly before looking at Brittany who was happily scribbling a drawing of a rainbow in crayon on the cover of Santana's Spanish book to which the Latina looked uncomfortable, but didn't have the heart to stop her.

"So, the Queen of Hearts, huh?" Santana again stated rather than asked a little smugly. "Because I'm the hottest bitch in this place and all the idiot guys fall at my feet?"

"No, because you're evil and stubborn and if you had the power to, you would probably like decapitating people who don't agree with you. Although, I think you're more suited to be the King of Hearts and Brittany the Queen because you bend at her every whim," Quinn challenged with a playful smile.

Santana shot her a cautious look and narrowed her eyes warningly before seeing if what Quinn had said had registered and earned any sort of response from Brittany. The blue-eyed blonde was seemingly oblivious to the conversation around her, ignoring the two girls flanking her and continuing to draw instead, now adding herself and Santana riding a unicorn over the bow.

"Whatever," Santana blew off with the dismissing wave of her hand in front of her face. Smirking, she leaned further forward on the desk toward Quinn and lowered her tone as she gave the blonde a malignant glance. "You're one to talk," she said as her eyes shifted to the small form of the brunette sitting in front of them in the first row.

Quinn visibly stiffened in her seat before she scowled and stared daggers toward Santana.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Santana guffawed loudly, "if I was the Queen of Hearts, I know whose head I would like off first."


Sitting on either side of Holly in the choir room, Santana and Brittany sang along to the meaningful lyrics of 'Landslide' together. This was different to any other performance they had ever done in Glee because, for the first time, they weren't singing it to their fellow students but to each other. Santana, the normally so aggressive and bitchy Latina, was diminished to a nervous and insecure girl when she sat with Brittany in the 'sacred sexy sharing circle' earlier that day. As Holly Holiday asked if she had ever thought herself to be a lesbian, she felt herself begin to panic at the casualness of their substitute teacher's question. She didn't want to admit it; certainly not out aloud to others, let alone to herself. Her whole life she was raised in a Christian household and was taught what was considered proper and what was not. Being attracted to girls was definitely not. She could never admit it to her family – especially not her Abuela, whom was one of the people she loved and respected most in the world. She knew that she wouldn't approve and she was petrified of her reaction if she ever did find out.

"It's not about who you are attracted to ultimately, it's about who you fall in love with."

The words Holly spoke that afternoon had rung true to her. As she sat there in Glee and poured her heart into every single lyric, all she could think of was Brittany. She knew the blonde was not just another hook up. She knew she was so much more than just an outlet for her sexual frustrations. She knew that she cared for her. She knew that she loved her. She wanted to be with her and her alone. She wanted Brittany, completely. Looking across the divide Holly posed to her left, her brown eyes met bright blue and she could see how proud Brittany was of her in that very moment.

After Miss Holiday strummed the final note on her guitar, Brittany asked Santana the one question that she had always been terrified of admitting.

"Is that really how you feel?"

"Uh huh, yeah," Santana confirmed truthfully as she sniffed and wiped the straying tear that was running down her cheek away. Standing from their chairs, Santana walked over to the girl she loved and embraced her tightly, thanking her and wishing never to let her go. The perfect moment only lasted a few seconds before Rachel sarcastically broke in.

"Can I just applaud this trio for exploring the uncharted world of Sapphic charm? Brava, brava."

This was exactly what she didn't want. She knew that singing the song with Brittany would most likely result in judgmental comments and glances, but she never thought that Rachel Berry would be the one to initiate them.

"Look, just because I sang a song with Brittany, doesn't mean you can put a label on me – is that clear?" Santana's voice was weaker and lacked its usual malice but this gave her words even more emphasis. Rachel was instantly struck with a pang of guilt at what she had just said. Who was she to say anything to Santana about her and Brittany's relationship? It was just as Quinn had said to her days before about herself and Finn – none of her business. Before she could voice her apology for her uncalled for rudeness, the bell sounded through the school speakers.

Rachel couldn't let it go though. She knew Santana was a very strong and self-reliant person that dished it out to others all the time, but Rachel could hear the hurt in her voice and see the pain in her eyes. She didn't mean to upset her. She thought that after the interaction between them earlier that week and the show she put on with Ms Holiday, that Santana wouldn't be bothered by her comment. Santana could most certainly dish it out, but apparently not take it herself.

After her class finished she bounded down toward Santana's locker just in time to see her talking to Brittany. She stopped and waited just around the corner of the locker bays, catching snippets of the hushed conversation.

"...what I realised is why I'm such a bitch all the time. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry because I have all of these feelings...feelings for you, that I'm afraid of dealing with because I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences."

The normally fiery ex cheerleader sounded broken. Rachel's guilt grew and she physically slapped herself on the forehead at being so judgmental and careless with what she had said earlier.

"...I wanna be with you...but I'm afraid of the talks and the looks. I mean, you know what happened to Kurt at this school. I mean, even Rachel judged me after we sang together..." Santana sighed.

"But honey, if anyone were to ever make fun of you, you would either kick their ass or slash them with your vicious, vicious words," Brittany assured her with a light touch to her arm.

"Yeah, I know, but," Santana sniffled before looking into baby blues. "I'm just so afraid of what everyone will say behind my back. Still, I have to accept...that I love you. I love you! And I don't want to be with Sam or Finn or any of those other guys. I just want you. Please say you love me back. Please."

Rachel couldn't believe how vulnerable Santana sounded. After all this time she had always thought that Santana was angry and aggressive because she was different and irritating. Hearing the Latina's heartfelt confessions, Rachel knew now that she wasn't the cause at all; the taller brunette was just lashing out at her because she was an easy outlet for all of her pent up anger that she couldn't deal with herself. Rachel was thrown out of her thoughts as she noticed Santana stalking past her with tears rushing down her tanned cheeks and no sign of Brittany following.

She rushed after her, pushing her way through the crowded corridors until she caught up to the Latina.

"Santana wait!" Rachel pleaded as she tried to keep in time with the taller brunette's long strides.

"What do you want Frodo?" Santana tried to deadpan but her voice betrayed her, giving it more emotion than the Latina had wanted to. Continuing in her hurried stride she ignored the diva chasing after her.

"Santana I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said earlier-"

"Listen Hobbit," Santana snapped as she spun around to glare down at the ever persistant girl behind her, "I'm really not in the mood right now so please, just leave me alone ok?" the taller brunette tried her best to put on the steely cold front that she normally held up so well. It didn't fool Rachel though. She could see the tenseness in her shoulders and the tears welling in her eyes.

"Santana, please," Rachel begged, grabbing a hold of Santana's elbow and gently tugging her into an empty classroom.

Santana just stood there with balled up fists at her sides and a pained look on her face. Rachel approached her slowly trying to analyse the situation to determine what was the best (and safest) course of action to take. Is she going to hit me? Is she going to scream? In that moment Rachel didn't think twice before reaching out and pulling the other girl into a comforting hug. She rubbed soothing circles on her lower back until she felt Santana relax in her arms and her shirt dampen by the soft sobs Santana didn't have the strength to hold in anymore. Santana couldn't bring herself to care about what she was doing. Rachel was hugging her, but it felt just as warm and safe as the hugs Brittany normally gave her. The hugs she lost herself and her anxieties in. It calmed her down, and she exhaled loudly against Rachel's neck before opening her balled up fists and returning the hug.

They stood there like that for about a minute before Santana realised that other people seeing this would seriously ruin her reputation. She tried to push Rachel away but the other girl maintained her grip around Santana's mid-waist. How often did she get this rare chance to hug her after all?

"Ok Berry you can let me go now," Santana groaned but Rachel could hear the faint smile in her voice.

Rachel complied and squeezed a little tighter in reassuring, before releasing her hold on Santana's small nimble form.

"Are we ok?"

"Have we ever really been ok Stubbles?" Santana replied tiredly without any bite in her voice as she wiped her tear tracks off of her face.

"Hey, I get it alright? You're hurt and scared. But you need to know that I'm here for you. The whole Glee Club is, and we aren't going to judge you. Would you maybe consider coming to the Celibacy Club meeting later to talk about it? Or even just to spend some time with the group?"

Santana sighed and conceded a nod before fixing her slightly dishevelled long hair over her shoulders and turning to walk out the door.

"Rachel?"

"Yes?" She could hardly contain her shock at hearing her actual name, but controlled her excitement momentarily.

"If you tell anyone about this, I swear I will ends you."


The Celibacy Club was much fuller than it had been at the start of the week. Rachel, Quinn, Puck, Lauren, Santana, Sam, Brittany and Artie all sat in the square formation, with Rachel taking the lead at the head of the tables in Ms Pillsbury's absence.

Looking around the room she noticed something strange. Lauren, Brittany and Santana all had their boyfriends present beside them, but Quinn sat alone, isolating herself from everyone with- most importantly -out Finn by her side. Rachel couldn't quite understand why that made her...happy. To see Quinn without her beau beside her. It must have been because she was still not over Finn, right?

"Where's Ms Pillsbury?" Puck questioned apprehensively at seeing Rachel taking command of the gavel. Rachel explained that the woman was fixing her marriage and that she would be taking over for her.

"Because you annoyingly take over everything?" Santana retorted stubbornly.

Rachel gave her a come-on-Santana-you-don't-have-to-pretend-like-you -don't-like-me-anymore look.

"Because, I realised that while all of us making our celibacy pledge is wonderful, one day we're going to fall in love with someone and we're going to choose to be intimate with them," Rachel explained as her gaze shifted around the others in the room, but unconsciously lingered on one member a little longer than the rest. Puck followed Rachel's gaze and spotted a small patch of discoloured skin on the girl that the brunette's attention was on.

"Speaking of being intimate, what's with the hickey Quinn?" Puck smirked cheekily wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"It's not a hickey; I burnt myself this morning with the curling iron."

Rachel looked inquisitively at the small purple bruise just below the blonde's jaw line and unconsciously furrowed her brow. Is it a burn? Noah, the self-proclaimed 'hickey connoisseur' swore it was...Quinn wouldn't lie about her and Finn being together would she? If anything she would boast about it and brag about being the power couple again, wouldn't she? Why would she keep it a secret? No, it must be a burn. But if it is, why is she refusing to meet my eyes?


"What was that? Is that your mom?" Finn asked panicked at the thought of being caught in Quinn's bed by Judy Fabray.

"She's at work; she won't be home for hours. Divorce rules," Quinn mused as she rolled Finn back to face her and locked lips with the tall quarterback.

"Oof, I'll be more careful with the hickey placement next time," Finn said as he stroked the mark forming on Quinn's neck that he had left there just an hour earlier.

"This is so awesome! We have two months until prom so we have plenty of time to campaign for Prom King and Queen!"

"But that's not all that this was about though, right?"

Quinn looked into Finn's eyes and tried to give him a reassuring smile before telling him that it was because she wanted to be with him. She was never the best liar but luckily, Finn wasn't the brightest when it came to Quinn and her tell-tale signs. Or to anything really.

The truth was, she did like Finn. He was nice, popular, and a great singer. But she didn't really want to be with him again. After cheating on Sam with him, she realised that her only real motivation behind it was to boost her popularity and win her more votes for prom queen. Honestly, she just felt like she wanted to be wanted. And that's what becoming prom royalty granted her, eternally.

When Finn deepened the kiss a flashback to nights ago appeared before her eyes.

She tasted Rachel's sweet strawberry chapstick on her tongue again, felt the warm comforting touch of her hand running through long brown curls and smooth tanned skin brushing up against her own...

Fluttering open her eyes, Quinn leapt off of the bed, startling Finn, and snapped back into the present.

"W-what's wrong? D-did I do something?" Finn stammered, jumping up to her side and assessing himself for any signs of him going too far.

"No no no, I just...just remembered that my mom was going to come home early today to...help me with some homework and prom stuff..." Quinn explained, lying through her teeth.

"Oh...o-ok, I'll uh...I'll see ya at school then I guess?" Finn sighed sounding a little disappointed.

After walking Finn downstairs and giving him a quick peck on the cheek he gave her a small grin. "Goodnight Quinn."

"Yeah, night," she returned as she closed the door a little hurriedly behind him and turned her back towards it, sliding down to the floor and letting her face collapse in her palms.

What in the HELL was that?!


He kissed my lips,
I taste your mouth.
He pulled me in,
I was disgusted with myself.

'Cause when I'm with him,
I am thinking of you,
Thinking of you.
What you would do if,
You were the one,
Who was spending the night.
Oh I wish that I,
Was looking into your eyes...