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Might not be able to update tomorrow due to Thanksgiving...Hope everybody has a good and safe day tomorrow!

I Got You Babe
Chapter 4

Santana slammed her locker shut. She pulled the towel off of her body and used it to dry her hair. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She used every moment she had to flaunt her body to her fellow cheerios.

"Nobody wants to see that. Put your towel back on."

The Latina turned, ready to deck the person who scolded her but soon relaxed when she saw a mess of blonde hair. "You know you love it." She smirked at Quinn before starting to pull on her clothing.

"Just cover up already Santana. It's gross."

"Nothing about the female body is… gross."

The blonde visibly shuttered at the thought. The whole time keeping her eyes either on the tile floor by her feet, or on her locker as she changed. "Thought we've been over this San? Homosexuality is nothing but an abomination."

Santana rolled her eyes, pulled her tank top over her head, and sat beside her friend. "I'm covered up now, you can look." She leaned down to pull on her sneakers before continuing. "We have been over this Q. You do what you do. And I do what I do. As long as we stay out of each other's way then we're fine. What I do doesn't affect you in any way, shape, or form. So," she stood up and threw her duffel bag over her shoulder, "stop trying to control me."

"I'm just trying to save you Santana." She hurried to gather her own belongings and jogged after her brunette friend. "Wait for me already."

"Not my fault you're so slow." Santana didn't slow her pace. She was getting tired of having the same conversation with Quinn. She couldn't help it that she was attracted to the woman's body, not the woman, just her body. Honestly, she couldn't stand women in general. Quinn was no exception to that belief, but she was the only person who was willing to put up with her, and the only one brace enough to put her in her place when it was needed. "Oh, and I don't need saved. If looking at another woman is enough to send me to hell, I can't even begin to imagine where I'm going for the other things I've done."

"I miss you too Rowan, I hate it here. The people are either too friendly, or too bitchy."

Santana held her arm up in front of Quinn before they turned the corner. Stopping her so they could listen to the phone conversation.

"I miss just spending the night with you whenever I damn well pleased." Brittany sighed as she shoved the last of her books into her backpack. Her first day in school and already enough homework to keep her busy for the rest of the evening.

Rowan sighed heavily. "I know Britt. It's like I'm all alone in school. I don't have anybody there to vent to about whatever's on my mind."

Brittany shut her locker and proceeded to walk toward the front door of the school, or at least, what she thought was the front door of the school. She had gotten lost after her last class, forgot her combination and missed her bus. Now she had to sit out in front of the school and wait until her mother was able to get to the school to pick her up. "Why can't you move here?"

Quinn glanced at Santana, a smirk playing on her lips as they began to follow the new girl throughout the hallways of the school.

"I tried, trust me B. Mom keeps laughing it off and saying no. Then she tells me to make new friends and that you're gone and not coming back."

"What a bitch." Brittany sat on the front cement steps, closed her eyes and looked up at the sky, allowing her skin to soak up the heat from the sun. "You know my mom would let you stay with us. She loves you just as much as I do."

"Awww, does the little blondie have a girlfriend?"

Brittany's eyes shot open and she found herself looking up at Santana who was leaning over her. "What are you talking about?" She nearly forgot about the phone conversation.

"Who you talkin to?"

"Britt, what's wrong?" Rowan's voice echoed through the phone.

"Rowan, I'll call you later." She hung up the phone before standing to look into Santana's eyes. "I was talking to a friend of mine, not like you really care."

"Friend? Or girlfriend?" It was Quinn's turn. "You know, your kind isn't welcome here in Lima."

Brittany turned her attention to the other blonde girl with a confused look. "What are you talking about? Rowan's my best friend from back home."

"Whatever blondie, call her what you want." Santana stepped closer to Brittany and kept her voice low and threatening. "Just keep your hands to yourself and we won't have any issues. You so much as look at us the wrong way and that slushy you helped clean off Berry, will be all over you. We clear?"

Brittany stood her ground, not afraid of the shorter Latina that was threatening her. "Yea whatever."

"Come on Quinn, we got stuff to do." Santana looked at her friend before hurrying down the steps and toward Quinn's car. "She's got balls."

"I'll give her that. But I know you'll put her right back down in her place if she crosses the line with you."

"You know it. Gotta keep my head bitch in charge place." She threw her bag in the trunk of Quinn's car then climbed into the passenger seat.

Brittany let out a sigh and returned to her seat on the steps, she flipped open her phone and typed out a message.

(4:15PM) Britt: Well, I've met the resident bitch of the school.

(4:16PM) Rowan: You okay?

(4:16PM) Britt: They just…warned me to stay away from them.

(4:17PM) Rowan: …ok?

(4:18PM) Britt: They thought you were my girlfriend, and that my kind isn't welcome here or something.

(4:19PM) Rowan: Oh… well what did you tell them?

(4:19PM) Britt: That you're just my best friend from back home.

(4:20PM) Rowan: :( Oh okay.

(4:22PM) Britt: What's the frowny for? :(

(4:30PM) Rowan: Nothing, don't worry about it. B, I gotta go, got a lot of homework to do.

(4:32PM) Britt: K, call me later. Love you.

(4:33PM) Rowan: Love you too

Brittany scrolled through her last few messages to see if maybe she had said something wrong to make Rowan upset. She stood and made her way to her mother's car when she saw it pull up the driveway. Her mind still raced from thought to thought, trying to figure out what could have upset her best friend. Maybe it was just a typo? But Rowan would have told her if it was. She'd just have to ask her later about it. Putting on some of her Brittany charm would definitely get it out of her.

"It was just a typo Britt, please believe me." Rowan's voice sounded hushed.

Brittany pouted, taking a minute to work out the last of her Spanish homework before closing up her folder and moving to her bed. "I still don't believe you ya know. You never hid anything from me before Row. Why start now?"

"It's not that simple, I need to figure things out on my own before dragging you into it."

The blonde's brow furrowed as she listened to her friend's words. Trying to figure out Rowan's words and tone of voice was like trying to solve the unsolvable sometimes. "Fine, I'll let it go." Rowan sighed in relief at the statement. "For now." She made sure to add on.

"So tell me about this bitch from earlier."

Brittany bit her lower lip before giggling. "Well, let's start with the positive. She's really cute. Um…" She hesitated for what seemed like forever, "she's cute!"

"You already said that B. Any other positives?"

"Her friend's kinda cute too."

Rowan burst into laughter. "Alright, so what's the negative?"

"Apparently they like to throw slushies on people they don't like. First ran into her when she threw a cherry one on this girl Rachel. Who, by the way, is really nice and sweet. But she threatened me with a slushy if I so much as looked at them too long."

"Well, don't get caught staring at their asses then and you should be good."

"You know I can keep them from noticing." She grinned. Part of her remembering how many times she would watch Rowan's ass as she walked until she finally caught on. "I do have a thing for nice asses ya know."

"Oh yea, I'm well aware of that one." She giggled before cursing under her breath. "Why's my mom gotta be a mood killer. She's telling me to get off the phone and get to bed. It's only 9 o'clock for Christ's sake." She grumbled as Brittany laughed. "Don't laugh at me Britt."

"I can't help it, it's funny when you're all frustrated." The blonde stood back up from her bed to begin changing into her pajamas. "Talk to you later Row, good night."

"Good night."

Brittany hung up the phone and shook her head. She knew, from the beginning, that no matter how hard of a day she may have had, just hearing Rowan's voice was enough to lighten even her worst of moods.

I'm still throwing around the idea of a Britt/Rowan romance. Might have hints of it throughout, and I might just take one of the ideas from a review where there's jealousy when Rowan visits and meets Santana. Guess I'll just have to see how things pan out as I go.

Don't forget to review! Ideas are ALWAYS welcome. It's what helps me keep up a good pace at writing, because I tend to hit a brick wall often with stories.