(Thanks to those who reviewed. This is the transition that starts the lay the ground work for Santana/Quinn, I am working on the third chapter right now and it should be ready for tomorrow! Thanks again to Steph.

Santana threw her pom-poms into her gym locker with her shower gel and shampoo, she pulled on her jeans and bra before grabbing her lotion. The rest of the cheerios shuffled back into the locker room after showering clamouring about the game night party. Quinn and Brittany walked into the corner where Santana was and changed.

"Are you going to Puck's Party?" Brittany questioned, the two other girls looked at one another not knowing who it was directed at.

"I should probley go home." Quinn stated, turning to face the lockers as she slips on her light blue dress.

"I have to go." Santana mumbles, pulling her eyeliner out of her makeup bag and starting to apply it. "Pucks my friend and I have to make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid."

"Cool! I'm going too. Quinn you should really come!" Brittany pulled her tank top her her head and stepped into her denim skirt. Santana avoided looking anywhere but into the mirror. It's been three weeks since the they had kissed; Brittany had yet to mention it but Santana was extra careful around the blond. Quinn watched the interaction, or lack there of between the friends. A quacking rang through the area, Brittany grabbed her phone and smiled. "I gotta go, Mike wants to make out before we go! I'll see you at the party!" She exclaimed as she grabbed her jacket and ran out to meet Mike.

"Way to much info." Quinn stated, rolling her eyes. She picked up her white cardigan and slipped it over her arms before reaching up and loosening her hair. Santana smiled, pulling her v-neck over her body and grabbed her backpack. "I can drive you to the party on my way home, if you'd like."

"You should come, Q." Santana said as they walked out of the locker room.

"Everyone's going to be drunk." she motions to her stomach, "I obviously can't do that."

"Then don't just come hang out with friends. You've kinda been in your head this week. Like it's understandable, but... have a little fun." Quinn sighed as they got to the car, "If I have to go, so do you."

"Fine..." Quinn groaned, sliding into the seat throwing her bag in the back with Santana's. "But, we're getting food first."

They sat in the parking lot of the fast food joint Quinn decided on. Quinn munched on a French fry, "I decided Sue's gonna kill me, my parents are going to kill me... so why not enjoy this when I'm going to get fat anyway."

Santana laughed, taking a bite out of her salad. "I hate Sue's diet plan. My mom is offended daily by my refusal of food." After a a bit they drove to Pucks house, all the lights were on and a bonfire was roaring in the back yard. Quinn and Santana walked around back putting on their Cheerios personalities.

"Ladies." Puck smiled, walking up and wrapping his arms around them ushering them into the house. He handed Santana a beer and Quinn a bottle of water. "Don't want the kid to have like two heads, MILF."

"Shut it, Puckerman." Quinn hissed, throwing the bottle back into his hands. She pushed past him.

"Ass." Santana punched him in the shoulder. She followed her into the living room.

A few hours later, Santana grabbed her second beer of the night and walked out of the living room where Puck and the football players were. She walked around the corner and into the kitchen where Brittany was downing a shot. Brittany turned around and smiled at her friend.

"Santana!" She sang, her eyes wide. Santana took the blonds dishevelled appearance and grabbed a water bottle of the cooler and handed it to the blond.

"Drink this, B." Brittany pouted, and put it on the counter. "Come on, B. You are drunk, water will help that."

Brittany moved closer to Santana running her hands up the shorter girls arms and lingering on her neck. "pretty."

"You are drunk." Santana took her hands and pulled the blond's off.

"Come on, S. I know you want me." Brittany pouted once again, leaning in and kissing the latina. Santana's mind went blank for a moment, she pulled away and quickly went outside. Quinn, who was standing close enough to witness what had just happened sighed. She decided that she needed to have a little chat with Brittany. She charged up to her.

"B." She said curtly.

"Hi Quinine." Brittany smiled, leaning against the counter.

"I'm going to hope you remember this in the morning..." Quinn exclaimed, standing directly in-front of the her. "You need to back off Santana... Don't give me that confused look, you know exactly what you are doing when you toy with her. Is it fun for you that she likes you? You've treated her badly since you started dating Mike. She can deal with you not wanting to be more than friends, but seriously do you really need to get drunk and mess with her head? Really, B. Grow up." Quinn walked out of the kitchen, quickly texting Finn letting him know she was leaving. Quinn got into her car sighing, turning the engine over. The door suddenly opened on the passenger side.

"What the F.." Quinn started, before she saw who was getting in her car. "San?"

"Finn said you were bouncing. Can I come?" Santana asked, "please?"

Quinn nodded, she should be more concerned about the fact she was leaving her boyfriend at Pucks house with alcohol and Rachel Berry. But, all she could think about was keeping Brittany away from Santana.

Quinn and Santana changed into pyjamas once then reached Santana's house.

"I'm done with parties." Santana sighed, bringing Quinn a glass of milk. She scooted to the wall sitting next to the blond who was lying down.

"Seriously. They're not fun unless you are drinking... even then, still not to much full." Quinn replied, rolling on her side to look at her. "I need to break up with Finn." Santana watched Quinn's moved her hand gently rest on her stomach. "I need to tell you something." Santana nodded, "He's not the baby's father."

"Quinn." Santana sighed, moving closer to to the blond.

"It's...P..." Quinn choked back the sob that was attempting to escape. Santana pulled the girl into a hug.

"It's okay, Q." She whispered, kissing the girls hairline. "He told me." Quinn looked up threw damp eyelashes. "Puck told me. He tells me everything."

"You knew?" she questioned, "You don't hate me?"

"Why would I hate you. You made a mistake." Santana said, pushing back silky hair. "It happens. No one else knows."

"Finn's not going to care, he'll be relieved that he can go date Berry." Quinn stated, "I don't know what to do about Puck... or the... other thing."

"Puck will go along with whatever you want to do. He doesn't get a choice." Santana replied protectively, "You don't need to figure it all out right now."

Quinn nods, wiping her eyes. Sighing as she continently lays back against Santana who's hands immediately raked through her hair. "I saw Brittany tonight."

"Saw her?"

"Kiss you."

"Oh." She sighed, "Yeah. She was drunk."

"I know. I saw you push her away." Quinn said, turning to look into chocolate coloured eyes, "Do you love her?"

"No." Santana replies quickly, "No, it's.. Okay, so have you ever like had someone who was just so nice and attentive that you couldn't help but have feelings for them?"

"Finn."

"Exactly. But, it's not like real? It's imaginary. I'm attracted to her looks, but I couldn't be with someone like her."

"So, then do you have a type?"

"I don't know!" Santana rolls her eyes, "Like, I guess I don't like slutty girls."

"And you liked Brittany!" Quinn lets slip out.

"I know right?" Santana yawned, looking over at her clock. "God, it's 4:00am." She rolls over into her pillow. "sleep..."

Quinn smiled and leaned over and switched off the light and brought the blanket over them both. Santana rolled over and kissed Quinn on the forehead, before falling face first back into her pillow. Quinn smiled and rolled on her back, listening to the breathing of the girl next to her.