It helps if you've seen the Britney/Brittany episode, which was phenominal by the way. I don't think there's much of any spoilers in it, but like I said it helps. Anyway, hope you enjoy.


As she was walking down the hallway wondering where Brittany ran off to, Santana felt someone grab her arm and pull her into a classroom. When she saw it was Quinn she yanked her arm back. "What the hell?" Then she saw Rachel and Jacob Ben Israel. "What's going on?"

"Quinn wants to amend your contract," Rachel explained to Santana holding up the original print out she made after the agreement that Quinn and Santana both signed.

"Yeah? What?" Santana crossed her arms and looked at Quinn. Then she saw Jacob, "What are you doing here?"

"He's a witness," Rachel stated, glancing at her fellow Jew before looking to Quinn to continue.

"You can't sleep with Brittany anymore," Quinn stated and took a step back, knowing that the reaction wasn't going to be pleasant.

Santana looked outraged, "Hell no. There's no way I'm agreeing to that. It's stupid."

"Well it's not fair!" Quinn yelled at the other Cheerio.

"Well boo friggin' hoo," Santana rolled her eyes and looked at Rachel, "Not happening."

Quinn got angrier, "Then I want a clause that says I can sleep with Brittany and Santana can't hit me."

Santana scoffed at Quinn, "Like you would do that. And if your mom caught you sleeping with Brittany you'd be out on your ass again."

That gave Quinn pause, but only for a moment, "Fine, then you can sleep with her, but Brittany has to initiate."

"You know what?" Santana snatched the paper out of Rachel's hand and ripped it in half, "This is stupid. No one is going to tell me how to live my life or how to treat my best friend."

Quinn walked to the doorway and called after Santana, "Then it's on Lopez!" After her declaration, Quinn looked back at Rachel. The diva had a disappointed, even sad look on her face.

Rachel opened her mouth and quietly said to Quinn, "Please don't hurt Brittany."

Quinn absorbed what Rachel said before walking out the door, knowing that she could very well end up doing just that.

At the sad look on Rachel's face, Jacob leaned forward to hug her. Her hand stopped him and pushed him back. "No."

He shrugged as she walked out of the room, "It was worth a try."

During lunch, Santana and Brittany were sitting in the library doing their math homework when Brittany looked up from it. She turned to Santana. "You know our dream thing? At the dentist?"

Santana nodded, trying to pretend to focus on her math.

"How did yours end?" Brittany asked quietly.

Santana looked up and asked back, "How did yours end?"

"Well," Brittany paused, "We were both holding the cane and you pulled it behind you…and we kissed. But not like we usually do. It was like a movie…one of those romantic ones…"

"What do you mean?" Santana got defensive, "We kiss like romantic all the time."

"It was like…" Brittany was getting frustrated with not being able to articulate what she was thinking, "Like when people are dating and stuff. You know when we got running through the park and we see those couples by the fountain…it was like…She trailed off and leaned forward. Her lips barely brushed against Santana's. It was a light and tender kiss that made Santana go warm all over.

Santana smiled when Brittany pulled away, "Mine ended just like that too."

"That was hot," Puck smirked and sauntered up to them.

Santana rolled her eyes at Puck completely ruining the moment. "Are you lost? This is the library…with books. Smart people read them."

The smile on Puck's face didn't falter. Instead he leaned on the table, "Relax babe. I won't tell anyone. Especially if you two wanna let me…play along sometime."

Santana picked up her binder and hit him with it a few times to get him away from the table and more importantly away from Brittany, "Leave now or I'll tell everyone about the poster in your room."

Puck shrunk away, "Fine, but next time I see that public displace of super-hotness I'm going to take a picture and it'll go up on my wall where the poster is."

"Gross you perv," Santana finally just threw the whole binder at him.

He dodged it and walked out the door.

Santana sunk into her seat with a huff. She looked at Brittany who had a small grin on her face. "Why are you smiling?"

"That was hot," Brittany stated.

Santana immediately felt all the annoyance drain from her and she started to lean forward to kiss Brittany again when a loud thud jolted her upright in her chair. When she and Brittany looked up, Quinn was standing there, having just slammed Santana's binder back on the table. The head Cheerio faked a smile, "You dropped something."

"What do you want?" Santana sighed, knowing that Quinn wasn't going to go away so easily.

Quinn turned to Brittany and smiled, "Do you wanna go grab something to eat? That drive thru taco place opened last week."

Brittany looked to Santana. The brunette saw that Brittany was asking for permission and practically begging for Santana to approve of her going. Santana gave up and rubbed the back of her neck, "I'll finish this and you can copy if before class."

Brittany giggled and hugged Santana, "Thank you."

Santana sat back in her chair watching the blondes walk away. She couldn't help having a feeling of hopelessness wash over her. She let her head fall into the book on the table and sat there, formulated what she hoped was the plan to get rid of Quinn.

The next time she saw Brittany was when the blonde was talking to Rachel in the hallway. She caught the tail end of what Brittany was saying. Something about being a better performer than Rachel. Although, Santana was inclined to agree, it wasn't like Brittany to say something so venomously. Sometimes she could say mean things not realizing that they were mean, but she was pretty sure Brittany knew what she was saying could hurt Rachel's feelings.

Santana didn't stop to talk to Brittany. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the hallway. She was hunting.

"What did you do to her?" Santana whirled on Quinn as soon as she found the blonde in the bathroom.

"What do you mean?" Quinn sneered.

Santana looked at her wide-eyed like it was completely obvious, "Brittany. That's not her. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Quinn rolled her eyes, "We just talked and yeah I told her she's a good singer and a great dancer cause we both know it's true. You're just mad because you want Brittany as your sex toy sidekick. Now she's a lead singer and you're swaying in the background."

The last blow Quinn landed left Santana stunned. For a moment she just stood, shell-shocked looking at Quinn. Although Quinn knew she had momentarily left Santana speechless and, much more importantly, defenseless, she didn't don a smug smirk. She saw past the blank look and saw the hurt that she just caused.

For the second time that school year, Quinn thought Santana was going to hit her. Then surprisingly Santana just turned around and walked out the door.

Santana steered clear of everyone she usually talked to until they got to glee. Her mood lightened when Brittany smiled as she walked in.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," Brittany sat down next to her best friend.

Before Santana could reply Mr. Schue walked in. He surveyed the group and put his hands on his hips, "Where are Tina and Mercedes?"

"Tina's at the dentist," Mike added a little disappointed.

"And Mercedes has the flu," Kurt stated.

Mr. Schue took a deep breath, "Well we're not allowed to do any more Britney guys. So any suggestions?"

Kurt raised his hand but before he could speak Santana cut him off, "How are we going to decide who gets the girl leads?" Santana asked, "Now that there's four lead singers."

"And me," Quinn interjected from the row of seats in front of Santana and Brittany.

"Excuse me," Santana crossed her arms, "Four lead singers…and a has been."

"Santana," Mr. Schue warned. Then he looked thoughtful for a moment, "Although Santana has a point. We do have a group full of lead singers and no background singers."

Kurt raised his hand yet again.

"Kurt?"

He smiled and surveyed the girls with a sneer. Then he leaned back in his chair, "Three words. School. Wide. Diva-off."

"Isn't that four words?" Santana sneered back.

Quinn didn't say anything. She just leaned back and shrugged.

Rachel nodded, "It's a good idea." Although no one really believed that she meant it.

Mr. Schue smiled, "Great. I'll book the auditorium and we'll do a show. Each girl can sing one song. The audience can vote and they'll decide who represents us in the solo portion of Sectionals."

In her serious monotone voice Brittany added, "I will crush you all."


If anyone has any suggestions for what songs the girls should sing I'm open to it. Thanks.