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Brittany's POV

I gasp out for air and bend over trying to catch my breath. Coach had us do an ungodly amount of full field suicides to end practice after we worked our butts off. Why? Just because she can.

Santana's next to me, sweat dripping down her forehead. She's speedy. She outran me and Quinn and the rest of the team. Of course, we're the captains and the Unholy Trinity so we have to be ahead of the pack or risk losing our spots.

"You three. Fastest I've seen you run. But you can do better. The rest of you make me sick." Coach Sylvester says in her megaphone. "Get your lousy asses out of here and take your stench with you. If you don't have the plays memorized by tomorrow don't show up. Our first game is tomorrow against Crawford, don't screw up or I'll dismember your limbs and mount them onto a plaque seeing as they're already useless." Everyone starts packing up and we hear Coach's megaphone go off again. "You three. Come to my office after your filth is cleaned off." We all look at each other, questioningly.

I take my time packing up. Allowing San and Quinn to go ahead. I like to be the last one in, saves me the chance of being caught looking. I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk to the locker room.

I eventually get cleaned off and walk to Coach's office. Quinn and Santana are already outside waiting. We all enter her room and take our respective spots. Santana in the middle and Q and I on either side. Coach spins around in her chair and looks at us judgmentally. "It has come to my attention that you three have been involved in other extra-curricular activities. Namely, that lousy excuse for a special ed class, glee club."

"Yes, Coach Sylvester. It's true." Santana speaks up. She usually becomes our voice in these meetings.

"And why, Lopez, are you jeopardizing your spot on this team by joining that cult?"

Santana's gears are turning and she's got the look of she's about to get away with something. She has a story planned. "Well, Coach. We joined because one, it looks good to the scouts that we're well rounded and it could bring publicity and recognition to our program from other schools if we are able to make the program more talented and win something for once. And two, Rachel Berry is there. Also known as Jessie St. James' girlfriend. The same St. James that is our toughest opponent in our rival match coming up this year. As you know, Coach they are the only decent team coming close to touching our championship. So through being in this glee club, we can get any dirt on weaknesses about St. James." Quinn's smiling and impressed. I'm baffled at how well thought out her story is. She's just…wow.

"Lopez." Coach starts of with a smirk. "Good work. You remind me of a younger jenny from the block version of me. You three will remain in glee club for those purposes. I expect to have some dirt on St. James by the match. But if I see any of your performances go down from this, I'm pulling you from glee club and benching you, until I believe your capable of actual decision making and follow through. Do I make myself clear?" She says in a cold icy tone that makes my skin crawl.

"Yes Coach." We all reply.

"Good, now get out of my sight." She turns back around and we quickly exit the room, grabbing our bags from the hallway.

"S, I cannot believe how genius that was. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm kind of in awe of your conniving, bullshiting ability." Quinn smiles and bumps hips with Santana who grins.

"Yeah, I know. I'm awesome." Santana gloats, grinning.

"Yeah, you are San." I smile and she links pinkies with me as we continue down the hallway.

We get back to my house. San and I are doing homework while Quinn hangs out with Finn tonight. They've been back together as of the beginning of this year. I groan and put the book on my head.

"B, what's wrong?" Santana asks from her place buried in her math book.

"I don't get it. Why in the heck do I need Spanish? It's not like I'm traveling to Spania anytime soon." Yes, that made total sense. You see. I say these things. A. When I'm nervous. B. When I'm frustrated. C. When I'm attempting to get a laugh or calm someone down using drastic measures or D. Any combination of the three. It gets me my dumb blonde rep, which I find extremely annoying.

Santana just snorts, used to my crazy, weird comments when I'm frustrated. She knows when I'm joking or when I actually am thinking like a doofus. "Britt, just relax. I'll help you. You know that."

"Yeah, but I feel like I rely on you too much. You like protect me and you think about my well-being and now your helping me with school. I feel like I'm starting to get babied." I huff out and toss my book on the floor.

"Britt-Britt." She says softly. This is the side that only I see. Quinn has maybe seen it once or twice. She runs her fingers through my hair, soothingly. "It's my duty as your best friend to take care of you. I care about you. A lot. Alright?" She says sincerely, looking into my eyes. I think I'm hallucinating from one to many balls and goal posts to the head, because I swear she keeps looking at my lips and leaning closer.

Suddenly, her phone buzzes and we jump apart. Me falling off the bed and Santana scrambling for her phone. I land on my side with an "oof". "You alright, Britt?" Santana calls from the other side of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I grumble. Standing up and brushing my side off.

Santana's staring at her phone. "No fucking way."

"What?" I ask curiously.

"The guys are trying out for glee club tomorrow at lunch."

"Wait. What guys?" I ask sitting next to her on the bed.

"Sam, Finn and Puck. I just got a text from Quinn. She had mentioned that we joined to Finn a couple days ago. Finn told the others. Puck obviously just wants more time to grope me in public areas." I almost shudder at thinking of the two of them together, next to me, in glee club. They've been back together for a month now. Only a matter of time before they break up again and I have to either not talk to Puck, or put back together an angry or broken Santana. "Finn will do anything for Quinn. The guy is a lost puppy. And Sam, well…it's probably for you. Even though we've told him repeatedly that your not interested." She growls the last part. She's gotten pretty protective of me. And she's right I don't want him. I've never wanted him. But now I have a non-gay reason not to want him. At a party last year, he came onto Quinn who was newly single from another Finn break-up. It did not end well. I had to drag Santana out of the house, kicking and screaming in Spanish about going Lima Heights on him. Quinn ended up slapping him for good measure. I kind of love my friends.

"The boys in glee club. This should be interesting." I mutter. Boys in a group of mostly girls and nerds…here comes the drama.