I worked really hard on this chapter. This is very quickly turning into a "How Brittany lost her shit" story. It's the longest chapter yet. In fact it's twice as long as the regular updates and even though I had a hard time writing it it's my favorite one so far.
Let me know what you think about it or what you think is going to happen.


"Hey, it's Brittany, right?", Tracy coyly asks with the fakest smile she can muster plasted on her face, extending her hand for Brittany to take.

Brittany just stood there, silent and static as the other cheerio retracted her hand seeing as Brittany had no intention of taking it.

"It's so weird that we've been on the squad together for some time now and we haven't talked to each other yet"

Brittany made no comment and just silently nodded along, trying to figure out what Tracy was playing at.

"You're Santana's friend, right?"

That struck a nerve. In less than a second she thought of all the years she spent patiently and silently loving Santana. All the heartbreak, dissapointment, lonely nights and tears spilled; Everyone and everything she had to endure to get to this point where she could proudly call Santana hers.

"I'm her girlfriend, actually" She cocked her head to the side and crossed her arms infront of her.

"Ooh friends with bennies. Gotcha. Though I actually heard people say you were with that wheelchair kid and I though oh my god, they make such a cute couple!"

Brittany was left speechless once more, she wanted to explain that Artie and her had broken up a long time ago but at the same time she didn't want to have to explain herself to anybody, let alone a girl like Tracy.

"Though, one would think Santana would want to go for a pretty blonde like that Fabray girl. She's so smart, I heard she got into an Ivy league school. I mean, not that you're not pretty it's just that… you know" She shruged, her smile never faltering.

Brittany felt like she'd been punched in the gut and all the air from her lungs had suddenly dissapeared. She was too baffled to even let anger begin to bubble up, she was more confused than anything else, she couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. She must be joking, she thought, this is a joke.

A moment passed and as soon as she got was about to speak, Tracy cut her off.

"Look, don't take this the wrong way but I've seen the way Santana looks at other girls and rumor has it she's not really the type to settle down… if you know what I mean" She looks down to glance at her watch and quickly wraps up.

"Oopsie, look at the time! I'm totally gonna be late for AP calculus. See you later!" She pats Brittany once in the arm and skips away to her class.

Brittany just stands in disbelief. The spot on her arm where Tracy touched her burns and she feels an impulse to cut that part of her skin off or the very least wash it until it's red and completely sanitized. She replays the whole conversation in her mind and clenches her eyes shut tightly as her bottom lip starts to tremble.

She feels angry at herself for not saying what she should have or better yet what she wanted to say to every insultng comment Tracy made about her, about Santana, their relationship, Artie… She even brought Artie into it? What the hell?

Her face is red all the way to the tips of her ears as she rests her hands on the top of her car, she tries to breathe slowly to calm herself down but as soon as she remembers bits and pieces of what Tracey said, the anger breaks through the surface.

"Fuck!" She bangs her fists on the hard part between the car door and the roof.

"I'm so fucking stupid!" She hits the car one more time and this time kicks at one of her tires for good measure.

She thinks of all the things she'd say now if she could go back in time and have that same conversation happen again.

"It's so weird that we've been on the squad together for some time now and we haven't talked to each other yet"

It's because I don't like you.

"You're Santana's friend, right?"

I'm Santana's future wife, actually.

"Ooh friends with bennies. Gotcha. Though I actually heard people say you were with that wheelchair kid and I though oh my god, they make such a cute couple!"

Fuck you, Santana and I are way cuter.

"I'd think Santana would want to go for a pretty blonde like that Fabray girl. She's so smart, I heard she got into an Ivy league school. I mean, not that you're not pretty it's just that… you know."

Quinn has stretch marks and no I don't know, why don't you tell me?

"Look, don't take this the wrong way but I've seen the way Santana looks at other girls and rumor has it that she's not the type to settle down… if you know what I mean"

Liar.

"And then I'd beat the shit out of her." She says out loud and kicks her feet at some lose gravel, wiping her eyes and trying to ignore the cramp she's getting from sitting on the pavement for so long. How long has she been sitting there?

Her cellphone goes off and she snaps her head towards her bag, mentally kicking herself for letting all of this get to her.

From: Quinnie
Hey Britt, why weren't you in class?

Just as she's about to type out a response, another message pops up.

From: San
Love, are you ok? Quinn just told me she didn't see you in class. Where are you? I'm so sorry about last night. Please call me.

She reaches for her bag and stands up trying to compose herself before she types a response.

I just got to school, I got lost on the way. See you soon. Love you. Xoxo

As soon as she reaches the hallway she spots Santana at her locker, she walks stealthily behind her and she wraps her arms around her waist making her start a bit, once she recognizes the touch, Brittany leans down and rests her chin on a tan shoulder and kisses up to her cheek.

"Hey" The tall blonde greets.

Santana just stays in place and places her hands on the ones Brittany has over her stomach.

"I'm sorry about last night" She laments again before she turns around to meet blue eyes and notices the red around their edges.

"It's okay" Brittany shrugs off their previous debacle.

"You've been crying" Santana reaches up to trace her thumb over her cheek.

"What? No I haven't"

"Yes you have. Why were you crying? Is it because of last night?" Santana cups her cheeks and steps closer.

"No, no, I wasn't crying, I wa-"

"Britt, stop. Just stop, okay?" She lets go of her and takes a deep breath, "If you don't want to talk about it, just say so; We can talk about it later, just stop lying to me."

Brittany's eyed widened even though it wasn't really a surprise that Santana could see right through her. So after a couple of seconds of mulling it over she just nodded. "Okay"

"Come on, I'll walk to your next class"

Brittany really really hated having to lie to Santana but not only was she not supposed to talk about the Tracy thing, now she just really really didn't want to talk about it.

She didn't think Santana was mad at her anymore since she kissed her goodbye when she dropped her off at her class, just a bit confused maybe.

Once at her next class, Brittany texted Artie.

Britt: Did u bring it?

Fartie: You know it, woman.

Britt: Where r u?

Fartie: I have a free period rn so we can set it up at her locker b4 she gets her books for the nxt class.

Britt: Awesome. Is it loud?

Fartie: She'll crap her pants, trust me.

Britt: Meet me her locker.

"Mrs. Hagberg?" Brittany raises her right hand to try and get the teachers attention.

"What, Brittany?" The old woman turns from the board and puts her hands on her hips giving her a quizzical look.

"Can I be excused? I had a bad breakfast burrito and I'm gonna throw up on everyone if you don't let me go"

"For gods sakes, go to the nurse's office! Go, go!" She shooes her away.

She gets up and makes her way down the hallway to Santana's locker and sees Artie wheeling towards her with a box on his lap.

She meticulously turns the dial on Santana's lock and stops half-way to look at Artie.

"Is it day, month, year? Or Month, day, year?"

"Month, day, year"

"Well, that's stupid"

"Why is it stupid?"

"Because it doesn't even make sense, it's like if a clock said it's thirty minutes and twelve hours instead of twelve hours and thirty minutes"

"I guess I see your point. What's taking so long, though? I thought you knew her combination"

"I do, I can't forget my own birthday"

"Her combo is your birthday?"

"Uh huh"

"Well that's cheesy"

"It's not cheesy, it's romantic" She defends as the locker pops open.

She finds a note stuck in one of the shafts on the locker door, it had seemingly just been dropped off. She takes it and eyes it before shoving it into her bra. She pushes Santana's books to the sides to make room and looks down at Artie.

"Okay, what now?"

He holds the box out for her,"Take this, put it in her locker and make sure you tie the string in front of it tightly to the locker door."

It takes about 5 minutes to finish tiying up the string and once everything is in place she closes the door and puts the lock back into place.

"There" She beams proudly.

"Awesome, just make sure your girl knows nothing about me helping you with this, alright?"

"Why?" Brittany frowns at the prospect of having to hide yet another thing from Santana.

"Because she will roll me off a cliff and I don't want that to happen?"

"Oh come on, she's harmless."

"Uh huh, says you,"

"Says me because I know it's true."

Artie checks his cell for the time, "Ooh, act casual, the bell's about to ring"

"Oh shit, I forgot my stuff in class"

"Get it later, you're not gonna want to miss this"

Just then the bell rings and the hallway fills with students returning to their lockers for their books and some just lounging around. Eventually, Quinn finds Brittany and Artie at Brittany and Santana's lockers.

"Hey Britt, why weren't you in class this morning?" The short haired blonde inquires.

"I got lost" Brittany deadpans while shuffling stuff in her locker.

"What about that GPS Santana bought you?"

"I lost that too, maybe I need a GPS for my GPS"

"O-kay, what's Artie doing here?"

"He's helping me out with my next prank"

"Hey Quinn, nice to see you too" Artie semi-sarcastically greets her.

"Sorry, Art, I didn't mean it like that"

"Meh, it's fine" He just shrugs it off.

"So, what's the next prank?" Quinn changes the subject to difuse any lingering awkwardness.

"Oh my god, it's gonna be so funny. Artie got me this box that he used for halloween last year outside his house and-"

"Oh shit, here she comes!" Artie cuts their conversation off.

"Act natural!" She quickly reminds Quinn before Santana joins them.

"Hey losers" The brunette says in form of greeting.

Brittany bites her lip to keep from grinning and Artie just turns his head away to keep his composure, while Quinn just looks on in anticipation.

Santana's about to open her locker when she drops a book and before Brittany can bend down to pick it up for her, Tracy swoops down and grabs it. She hands it to Santana with a smile and goes along her way.

"Thanks" Santana calls out to her.

"No problem" She throws back and waves it off like it's nothing.

Quinn glances at Brittany to see the girl fumming and is about to say something to her when they're both startled by a horribly macabre scream and an echoing screech right after.

Santana had opened her locker and triggered the box, out of it popped the screaming head of Regan MacNeil and Santana stumbled backwards landing on her butt, screaming, flailing her arms and shuffling her legs to get further away from the horrible prop.

"What the fuck!? Oh my fucking god! What the fuck?!" She panted out placing a hand over her racing heart and leaning her back on the lockers opposite theirs.

Everyone in the neighboring lockers seemed to be laughing their asses off including Quinn and Artie.

Brittany scurried down to sit next to Santana on the floor and wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her cheek with a popping sound, "Gotcha!" She announced.

"You are seriously gonna get it after this" Santana announces, still trying to catch her breath.

"Ooh, I can't wait," she kisses her temple this time.

"Oh god, I think I'm having a heart attack." She closes her eyes and breathes out slowly, still clutching her chest.

"Is it because you love me so much?" Brittany bats her eyelashes at her.

"No, It's because you scared the shit out of me!" She playfully slaps Brittany's leg.

"Hmm-hmm… I know" Brittany hugs her tighter and drops several loving kisses on the side of her face. "Did you hurt your cute little tushy?" She asks with a pout.

They hear a chorus of snickers coming from Quinn, Artie and others and Santana's face gets hot with embarrassment.

"My butt's fine, Britt" She responds reluctantly and subconsciously leans into Brittany.

"Hmm, it sure is." She begins trailing her kisses towards Santana's lips when Quinn speaks up.

"Alright, alright you too break it up. That was the lunch bell. You can talk about Santana's cute butt in the cafeteria."

Santana rolls her eyes and huffs out, "My butt isn't cute, it's hot."

"It is too, right Britt?" Quinn countered, trying to embarrass her further.

"The cutest" She cupped Santana's face with both hands and surprised her with a noisy smack of their lips before unwrapping her arms from her body and standing up.

"Come on, let's go to lunch." Brittany extends a hand to her girlfriend which she takes almost as soon as it's offered. "Unless you really crapped your pants, then we should go to the bathroom" She quips.

"Shut up!" Santana shoves her a bit, "Smart-ass"

They walk together, Brittany with her arm protectively around Santana and they make a quick detour to get Brittany's stuff from Mrs. Hagberg's class. Quinn and Artie trail behind them till they reach the cafeteria. They find Sam, Mercedes, Mike, Tina, Sugar and Rory sharing a large table where there are a few spots still available. Artie parks his chair in an empty spot while Quinn takes a seat.
Santana pulls a chair out for Brittany and motions for her to sit.

"What about food?" Brittany asks her as she takes her seat.

"I'll get it, what do you want?" She leans down to kiss her cheek.

"I don't know, just a salad I guess," she cranes her neck to peck Santana's lips.

"And for dessert?" Santana kisses her ear making Brittany squirm in her seat.

"I'll probably get diabetes if I have dessert after kissing you"

"Hmm" Santana leans in for one (smack), "So charming," two (smack),three (smack) more kisses before she asks, "Are you sure you don't want anything?"

"Hmm… Ok, surprise me." The blonde relents, letting go of Santana's hand and watching her walk away.

The cheerios captain makes her way through the cafeteria and ends up in line behind Kurt and Blaine. She gets two salads on her tray and then her eyes land on the dessert of the day, lemon meringue pie.
"God, that looks good," She thinks, "Too bad I can't have any"
Then an idea pops into her head… "Unless…"

"I want that pie" She tells the lunch lady, making Kurt do a 180 and stare at her with disbelieving eyes.

"You want a piece of pie?" The lunch lady quirks an eyebrow at her.

"No, I want the whole thing." She clarifies.

"The whole thing?" the lady asks her again skeptically.

"Yes, the whole thing! Did the kitchen grease meld with your earwax? Give me that freaking pie!"

The lunch lady glares at her but places the entire pie on her tray and charges her for her meal.

She's trying to balance everything on her tray when she's approached by Kurt and Blaine.

"Do you know how many calories that has?" Kurt points to the pie.

"Does my body look like I don't?" She motions at herself with her hand.

"Oh my god. It finally happened, didn't it? She got you pregnant." He covers his mouth in shock.

"If she could then babies all over the world would be jumping off cliffs because of the sheer perfection of our child."

"Then, why are you buying a whole pie?" He crosses his arm in front of him.

"Relax, baby Sinclair, it's not for me it's for Britt." She stacks their salads on Kurt's tray so they don't fall off hers.

"Do you want your girlfriend to get fat?" He asks her with a baffled expression.

"Why would I want that? Besides, Britt eats like a sumo wrestler when she's allowed and stays exactly the same. I on the other hand gain three pounds if I so much as kiss her after she eats a chicken nugget" She shakes her head at him and sighs out in frustration.

"That's… gross"

"Whatever. God… Hey, Roy?" She addresses Blaine, "Could you tell Siegfried here to mind his own damn business?" Blaine just rolls his eyes at her.

"It's for a little game we play." She explains lamely.

"Oh god, it's not one of your weird lesbian sex games, is it?"

"What?! No! What the- Shut up! It's nothing like that. And you wish you had a sex life like ours"

"Oh, whatever," Kurt waves her off. "Where am I taking this?" He points to their salads.

"We're sitting over there," She nods to the table where their friends are eating and chatting amongst themselves. "But you go around and sit down our salads and I'll go behind Britt."

"Why?"

"Just freaking do it!" She snaps at him, tired of his line of questioning.

"Alright, alright!... sheesh, calm down, Rosie"

"What did you just call me?!"

"Nothing! Nothing!" He runs along with Blaine by his side getting around and finding seats where Santana told him to.

After she sets the tray on the floor, she walks up behind Brittany and sets the pie on her left hand, carefully balancing it with her right. She lifts it up and turns her hand so her palm is facing upwards like a waiter holding a tray. Mike, Sam, Kurt, Blaine, Kurt and Tina are all glancing expectantly at her, some of them pursing their lips together as to not give anything away to Brittany, meanwhile Mercedes and Quinn are obliviously chatting with said blonde. Rory, Sugar and Artie are just bracing themselves for what's about to happen.

"Hey, Britt-Britt?"

"Huh?" Brittany turns around and starts to get up from her chair when she's smacked right in the face with the pie.

"Surprise!" Santana shouts out.

"Head shot!" Sam yells.

"K.O!" Mike booms after him.

Brittany staggers backwards a bit but Santana steadies her and pulls the plate off, leaving most of the pie on her face.

"I'M BLIND!" The blonde muffles out while flailing her arms in front of her.

The reactions from everyone in the table range from uncontrollable laughter to shock and dissaproval.

"That is a waste of a perfectly good pie!" Mercedes scolds.

"Real mature, Santana." Kurt shakes his head.

"What are you guys talking about, the pie to the face is freakin' classic!" Sam defends while clapping at the brunette's efforts.

"Agreed" Mike nods his head approvingly while Tina just shakes her head smiling at them.

"San, I can't see!" Brittany's muffled voice comes out between the whipped cream at lower part of her face.

Santana sits her down on her chair and licks at Brittany's mouth to uncover her lips and chin, then runs her tongue over her whipped cream covered eyelids so she can open them. All the while, Mercedes and Quinn are running their plastic spoons over the sides of Brittany's face and forehead, eating the pie off her.

"Better?" The smiling brunette coyly asks her.

"Mm-hmm" The pie covered girl smiles and leans towards her for a kiss and Santana meets her half-way, their lips lock and Brittany nuzzles her face into Santana's covering her in lemon merengue pie as well.

"This is the most delicious prank yet" Brittany comments before darting her tongue to swipe at some whipped cream on Santana's nose.

"Haha, stop iiiit!" Santana counteracts by pressing open mouthed kisses along the side of Brittany's face and cleaning her in the process.

"Ew, don't lick her entire face, I don't want to eat your drool!" Quinn argues, swatting at Santana with her spoon.

"There's like half a pie still on the plate, you can have that. This half is mine." She pushes Quinn's spoon away and the rest of the Glee club dig in to what's left of the pie.

After they're done eating and throwing bits of pie at each other they decide to go and clean up.

"You wanna take a shower? Or just wash your face?" Santana asks her on their way out of the cafeteria.

"No, I'm gonna shower after practice anyway. I'm just gonna wash my face"

"Ok, lets go" They make their way to the girls bathroom and they both start washing.

After a couple of splashes, Brittany gets all the stickiness from the pie off her skin, she grabs a couple of paper towels to dry herself off, first her hands then her face and when she reaches down her neck and her cleavage she finds the note she got from Santana's locker.

She turns her back to Santana and pulls it out to read it quickly.

Dear Santana:
You are the most beautiful girl in school and the sexiest cheerio in the squad. You have the lips of a Goddes and It'd make my dreams come true to taste them. I'm sure I have what it takes to make you truly happy.

Forever yours, your secret admirer.

Brittany just kept staring vacantly at the piece of paper after reading it twice, then Santana came around her.

"What's this?" Santana scrunched up her forehead as she read the lines.

"Secret admirer?" Santana quirked an eyebrow. "Wait… that's not your handwriting" She glanced at Brittany.

"Nope" The blonde was still staring at nothing.

"Britt, where'd you get this?"

"From your locker"

"What?! I-uh, you know-, I- I didn't know. I've never seen this before" Santana shakes her head, feeling bad for something she didn't even do.

"No, I know." Brittany is quick to relieve her.

"And anyway, it's totally lame and not to mention creepy. Super tacky too, I mean, lips of a Goddess? Who the hell even says that?!"

"I wanna burn it" Brittany kept her lost gaze as Santana took the piece of paper from her.

"No, babe, lets just throw it away" She rips the paper in half twice and throws it in the trash.

"Okay" She answers, still lost in thought.

Santana comes up to Brittany and puts both her arms around her neck. She leans up so that she's just a whisper away from Brittany's lips.

"You're the only one who makes me truly happy, okay?" Santana tells her while her fingers play with the fine blonde hairs at the nape of her neck. This only gets Brittany to nod weakly.

"And anyway, you know who these belong to?" She closes the distance between them and brushes her lips on Brittany's, effectively snapping her out of her daze.

"Hmm" is the only response the blonde can give.

"And do you know who this belongs to?" She gently glides her hands down Brittany's arms until she's guiding her hands down her backside and beneath her skirt. Brittany's hands instantly cup her butt and squeeze lightly.

"Your ass is mine?" A grin spreads on Brittany's face.

"Uh-huh, And you know what else is yours?"

"Hmm?"

"Everything else" She whispers, closing the distance between them once more. They kiss for a few moments before Santana brushes her tongue over Brittany's lips and almost immediately she's let in.

Brittany's hands squeeze harder, driving Santana into her. An urgent sense of possessiveness overwhelming her. Santana lifts one of her legs to wrap around Brittany and the blonde quickly lifts her up so she can wrap both legs around her.

Brittany makes their way towards a stall, kicking the door open and they're almost inside it when Quinn bursts in catching sight of them just as Santana grinds herself into Brittany one more time.

"Oh, for crying out loud! Do I need to get the water hose? I need to pee! Get the hell out or I'll pee on both of you!"

"Quinn, you know I'd totally stop but I seriously don't think I can right now, just close your eyes if you don't wanna see." Britany lets out.

"I'll still hear you!" Quinn desperately yells out while squeezing her legs together and doing some sort of I-got-to-pee dance.

"Well, cover your ears then" Brittany's voice is muffled by Santana's mouth.

Brittany gets back to kissing Santana but the latter is hesitant about going further with Quinn in the room. Not that they haven't done stuff in front of her before, it's just that she's never been conscious to hear them, she thinks.

Quinn is torn between going all the way to the teacher's lounge and sneaking in or just getting it over with right there and then. She normally wouldn't want to be witness to her friends' more intimate moments but she's afraid she might not make it to the teacher's bathroom so she knuckles under.

"Ugh, whatever," She grunts out frustratedly as she takes the stall furthest away from her friends.

Brittany's hand is between herself and Santana, after traveling down she notices Santana's spanks are already soaked through and starts rubbing over them before slipping under and touching Santana's wet heat. But before she goes any further, a panting Santana breaks their kiss and stops her, "Britt, wait"

Brittany immediately stops her hand but keeps kissing feverishly over her face, jaw and neck.

"Not yet… Wait for Quinn to go away" Santana whispers against her lips, barely catching her breath and still undulating against her.

"I don't wanna wait" Brittany tentatively circles around her entrance and Santana throws caution to the wind and kisses her deeply once more while pushing herself against Brittany's fingers. Taking it as permission Brittany kisses her back and slips two fingers inside of her earning a loud moan from her partner.

Quinn just shakes her head and quickly takes out her ipod from her bag, presses the shuffle button and slips her earbuds in to drown out her friend's noises with music.

"We can fight our desires, ooh, but when we start making fires… we get ever so hot. Ooh, whether we like it or not"

Quinn smiles and bites back a laugh, comparing the song lyrics to the situation around her. She tucks her ipod in her jacket and quickly checks her cellphone for the time before she's finished and reaches for the toilet paper.

"They say we can love who we trust, ooh, but what is love without lust? Two hearts with accurate devotion, ooh what are feelings without emotions?"

She reaches thoughtlessly for the toilet paper and her wrist catches the cable for her left earbud, pulling it out and letting her get an earful of-

"Oh- Ohhhh- fuck! Ah, ah- harder, babe"

"Oh my god!" Quinn blurts out before noticing how the entire stall structure is rhythmically shaking back and forth.

Thinking Quinn had already left, a half-annoyed-half-embarrassed Santana quickly snaps back, "Get the fuck out, you fucking voyeour!"

"Fuck you, Santana!" Quinn barks back.

"I'm doing that" Brittany interjects before reclaiming Santana's lips.

"You guys are so gross" She didn't mind walking all the way to the teacher's lounge to wash her hands, she just wanted to get out of there.

"Lock the door!"

Once she was out of the bathroom, she bumped into Rachel who looked intent on going in.

"You don't wanna go in there" Quinn quickly warns her.

"Actually I do, I was having a Barbrathon last night and went to bed until 3 am so as of now I've had 6 cups of cofee and I definitely, definitely do need to use the bathroom"

"Don't! Use the one in the teacher's lounge. Use the one in the gym even!"

"Why? How bad can the smell be? Unless the walls are literally covered in feces then I'd understand, you know one time freshman year, I think it was my second week of school… The cheerios locked me inside a portable toilet and they-"

"Flipped it over, yeah… I remember"

"Oh, I- you were there?"

"Yeah, it was before I was made captain but yeah, I was there"

Rachel remained silent.

"I'm sorry", Quinn broke the tension with a long overdue apology.

"It's okay, if you would like to have a conversation about it, I would be more than happy to oblige but as it is my blader is really going to burst if I keep holding it in, so if you'll excuse me…"

She took a step forward but Quinn blocked her way again.

"Quinn Fabray, I will pee on this floor if you don't let me through!"

"Brittany and Santana are having sex in there." She relays and subconsciously rolls her eyes at her friends' antics.

"Okay. Teacher's lounge it is." Rachel affirmed without missing a beat. She turned around but not before taking Quinn's hand and then they were off.

Quinn was slightly taken aback by the fact that the fact that rachel seemed more repulsed by Brittany and Santana having sex than feces on the bathroom walls. That and the remark Rachel made to Brittany after she and Santana got out of the pool together had been bothering her and she thought that maybe it was time to talk about it.

So after Rachel is finished doing her business and they're walking together down the hallway and Quinn nudges her. "Hey Rach, can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course, is it about my upcoming performance? Because let me tell you, you don't have a thing to worry about. I'm going to be magnificent!"

"I'm sure you are. But I actually wanted to talk to you about something else."

"What is it?"

"It's uh… walk with me?" She needed to make time to get her thoughts in order so they made small talk about the weather and such until they reached the auditorium. They sat down somewhere in a middle row and for once Rachel was quiet as she waited for Quinn to speak up.

"Ahem… Rachel, I wanted to talk to you about… Oh god, this is really dumb but it just keeps bugging me for some reason."

"You can tell me anything, I assure you, my lips are sealed"

"Why don't you like Brittany and Santana? I know you're not homophobic and not because your best friend is gay and you have two gay dads but because you're a kind and decent person, so what is your deal with them?"

"Why don't I- Quinn, you're kidding, right?"

"No. I geniuenly want to know"

"Have you seen the way they treat me?! They have zero respect for me or my talent!"

"That's not true. I'm pretty sure Santana likes hearing you sing even if she won't admit to it. I'm not sure the same can be said about Britt though."

"Regardless, they treat me like crap and I've done nothing to deserve any of it!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes! And I don't understand why I'm the one you are questioning. It's them you should be talking to. You should ask them why they hate me so much if all I do is brighten everyone's day with my voice. And besides, I don't have to like them… or anyone else for that matter."

"I'm not saying you have to like them but maybe if you didn't have this… I don't know- aversion to them then maybe they wouldn't have an aversion towards you?"

"This aversion you are speaking of is non-existant, at least on my part and I've never said anything that wasn't unprovoked."

"No? What about yesterday when they got out of the pool and you oh so politely pointed out that they were being overly affectionate with one another."

"That- I"

"What?"

"Okay, so I admit that was a bit uncalled for and surprisingly Santana didn't bite my head off"

"Because she gets very self-conscious about it still and I think you probably made her feel a bit ashamed even though she tries to not let it show."

"I didn't think about it that way… but still that was one time."

"So you didn't insinuate to Britt that Santana was controlling her? Or suggested that Britt manipulate Santana into treating you a certain way?"

"Wow, I guess they really do tell you everything, huh?"

"Not really, you just really ticked Britt off and she wanted to vent."

"Okay, so what? Those girls have been bullying me since they met me. At least you don't do it anymore but they still do."

"And how is that different from what you do? You're always criticizing them and expect them to take it just because they're used to people talking about them, you're always patronizing them, especially Britt and you don't think twice about it because you don't think she's smart enough to notice which really hurts Britt and pisses Santana off and don't even get me started on how you still defend Finn even though he in fact did out Santana in a crowded hallway"

"I'm not going to excuse that. It was more than wrong and I know it but people make mistakes"

"Mistakes? No, honey… Sleeping with Puck was a mistake, lying about it was a mistake but what Finn did was vengeful, hateful and cold."

"…You're right… It's just hard, you know? It's hard to not get defensive when they always band together like they do.

"They look out for each other, it's what they do best. It's what they do for me and what I do for them. It's actually kind of what I'm doing right now even though they won't know about it… but I want to look out for you too and I wish that you guys would just stop hating each other"

"I also may or may not have some resentment towards them for certain things…"

"Like what?"

"It doesn't matter… It's stupid"

"Try me"

Rachel blows out a puff of air and takes a deep breath. "How about the fact that Santana was Finn's first when I should have been? And the fact that sometimes she makes me feel so small and insignificant even though I know I'm worth a lot more. And Brittany just stands there and does nothing, she just laughs at whatever unfunny retort Santana comes up with. I'm sorry Quinn, I know they've changed a lot but to me they're still those popular girls that made fun of my reindeer sweater in assembly on the first day of school."

Rachel's eyes had glazed over and Quinn's eyebrows were just high up on her forehead. She was shocked by her sheer honesty to say the least. She was thinking about what to say to that when Rachel kept going…

"And their relationship is the worst… just- how they- you know?" She motioned randomly with her hands.

Quinn shook her head, not sure if she was following.

"Finn gave me a dead pig for christmas, Quinn. A. dead. Pig. And that other time he prepared this wonderful romantic dinner for me and he told me it was real meat only after I ate it, Quinn. He forgot I was a vegan! That's like forgetting that I love to sing Barbara. I threw up for hours."

"I think I know where you're coming from now."

"See?! Like, what did Brittany get Santana? Wait, you know what? I don't even wanna know!"

"Hmm, if I remember correctly Britt made her some christmas cookies, edited a music video of the two of them and gave her a lap-dance or something."

"Seriously? Christmas cookies and a lap dance?" Rachel rolled her eyes seeming unimpressed. She was obviously expecting something more extravagant.

"Hey, Brittany is super good at giving gifts. She makes them very… personalized I guess you could say. Santana doesn't really need material things, she can pretty much buy herself anything she wants. Britt's gifts are of from the heart, which makes them more valuable… Specially to a sap like Santana. I've seriously caught her watching that video of them like a hundred times and it's not even a dirty video."

Rachel mulls the information over before asking, "And what did she get Brittany?"

"Diamond earrings and took Britt snow sledding."

"Are you kidding me?!"

"No, Santana is just the type that goes all out."

"Ugh, they make me sick!", Rachel makes a gagging noise and shudders.

Quinn chuckled and nodded sympathetically, she knew Rachel didn't mean it in a bad way.

"Don't worry, they're always over the top when it comes to each other although it's mostly Santana when it comes to material stuff but… I get you"

"Yeah?"

"I've been there and… this is gonna sound really dumb and self-centered but I used to think, why not me? You know? Why did Santana fall in love with Brittany and not with me? Or why did Brittany fall in love with Santana and not with me?"

"I though you were... straight?

"When did that ever stop anyone? Brittany didn't fall in love with Santana because she knew she was gay and the chances of her loving her back were higher than if she were straight. Hell, Britt had the worst time of her life when Santana still couldn't say she was in love with her out loud…"

"I just-" Quinn shrugged, not really knowing how to express what she felt back then. "We used to do everything together and then their relationship changed and I felt sorta left out."

Rachel's eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock, " You mean you wanted to have a threeso-"

"No! What?! God, no! Ew...no! What is wrong with you? They're like my sisters. I just felt kinda lonely because we used to share everything and then there was this one thing that they couldn't share with anyone else, not even dating other people changed what they felt for each other."

"You felt jealous." Rachel stated, realization finally dawning on her.

" I did. But after a while I figured out that it wasn't because I wanted them to want me or pick me but because I wanted to have what they had... still have."

" You could still have it."

"Seriously? Have you seen them? Here's a thought... do you think Santana would even hesitate to kill someone in order to protect Brittany?"

"That is an extremely terrifying thought."

"Answer the question."

"No… She isn't very civil to start with and I can imagine she'd be barbaric if Brittany were at stake."

"Yeah and I think Britt'd rather die than leave Santana at this point. They are just THAT dramatic when it comes to each other." She smiled as she shook her head, reminiscing on the past.

"And it's always been this way… When we were little, Brittany got chickenpox and Santana was dead-set on taking care of her, her parents came to pick her up and tried to take her home but she would start crying and begging for them to let her stay. They figured they'd let her since it's better to catch chickenpox when you're a kid rater than when you're grown up. I remember she was so excited she ran up to Britt's room, jumped on her bed and kissed her."

"What?!" Rachel gasped, surprised and intrigued at the same time.

"Yeah, well, I guess back then she had no qualms about it because she didn't know it was a thing or maybe she just forgot I was there too. It was just natural for them but I remember that for some reason I averted my eyes. I just knew it was a private moment, you know? Even if they didn't yet."

"You were always the mature one then"

"Well, I don't know about that. I guess we're all mature and immature in our own ways. We just think and express ourselves differently I suppose. Anyway, Brittany was so happy about not being alone but kept worrying about Santana getting sick too. Obviously Santana played it down and told her she'd be alright but not even a couple of hours later she was desperatly scratching everywhere."

"What about you? Didn't you get infected?", Rachel curiously asks.

"No, I had already gotten it a few months earlier but I still didn't stay because my parents and I were going to visit family. I was just there to pick up some stuff I left in Britt's house. The point of the story though is that it's okay to feel jealous. Santana actually hugged and kissed Britt while she was covered in blisters and camomile lotion. She slept in her bed and exposed herself to getting infected just because she wanted to be there for her. When I got chickenpox Santana said, 'Gross, Quinn is dying, I'm out of here."

"Wow, so she's always been mean."

Quinn waved it off, "She wasn't mean, she was just Santana" She shrugged. It was the truth. She held no grudges agaisnt her because of how she treated her. She always made it up to her in other ways and they just had different ways of relating to each other.

"I would have stayed with you…" Rachel mentions as casually as possible.

"Really?" Quinn felt her cheeks getting hot and she cursed her traitorous body knew she was blushing and there was no way to hide it.

"Yeah…"

They stay smiling at each other for a couple of seconds and then they chuckle and look away. After a minute of sharing comfortable silence Quinn speaks up.

"If I ever were to have a threesome though."

" It'd be with them." Rachel finishes for her.

"Totally."

Brittany was really happy to have Glee, lunch was just lunch but glee club was an actual break from her classes and she knew Santana still saw it as her sanctuary in school even though they were pretty open about their relationship now she knew Santana breathed a little easier when she was with "the glee club losers" as she called them.

They were waiting for Mr. Schue to announce their assignment of the week but instead of announcing something he announced someone.

"Listen up guys, we have a new member and I want you all to give a big warm nre directions welcome to Tracey Pratt!" Brittany's stomach drops when she sees Tracey stepping next to Mr. Shue looking coy.
Brittany is pursing her lips and Quinn is looking at her with utmost concern. Santana is just surprised someone actually wants to join their club. The rest of the gang doesn't seem fazed by the new addition since she just seems like the type to sway in the background or stand out by dancing since she's on the cheerios.

Why here? Of all places she's gonna be here now too? Brittany's train of thought is interrupted by Mr. Schue,"But of course all new members need to audition with a song so Tracey, take it away"

The lights came down and Tracey floored most of the new directions members with a very sexy and rather flawlessly executed version of "Break the ice" that seemed to be directed at one new directions member in particular. Mr. Schue is the first one to applaud her even getting up from his seat, "Wow! Brittany, it looks like you may have some serious competition! Give it up for Tracey everybody!"
Almost everyone is all smiles and cheerfully clap for their new team-mate.

"Thank you so much, you guys, I can already tell this is going to be really fun"

"Have a seat there next to your friends, Tracey." Mr. Schue points next to Santana and Brittany which makes Quinn internally go "Oh shiiit".

"We're not friends" All heads snap towards Brittany who has a nonchalant expression on her face which amuses Quinn and Santana and causes them to supress laughter.

"Brittany don't be rude" The teacher reprimands her.

"I've never seen her in my life, Mr. Schue and to be honest she looks like Kate Gosselin and that makes me very uncomfortable." She deadpans which sends Quinn, Santana and other glee clubbers in a fit of laughter.

"Strike two, Britt, you're on thin ice." Santana and Quinn can practically see the gears turning in Brittany's brain as she comes up with a retort but Quinn elbows her and shakes her head 'no' while Santana takes her hand and gives it a squeeze to keep her from going on to strike three.

The lesson went on as usual apart from the fact that everyone started chatting with Tracey and learning about her favorite artists and inspirations.

Santana gets up to look for some sheet music and Brittany is just completely spaced out before Quinn nudges her and asks,"Britt, you okay?"

"No, I'm super angry." She answers in a monotone voice.

"It's okay, I think I'm gonna talk to Santana tomorrow about you know who."

Brittany gulps, "Voldemort?"

Quinn chuckles but nods "Yeah, B"

The bell rings as Santana comes back to her seat, she puts the sheet music in her backpack and offers her hand to her girlfriend. Brittany smiles at the gesture and laces their fingers together glancing sideways to were she knows Tracey is looking from afar. Quinn walks with them since they have their last couple of classes together. In their last class Quinn notices Brittany's lost gaze and keeps staring at her changing expressions. It's as if she were watching something on tv, her eyebrows raise subtlely and she smiles slightly when her eyes look up and she bites her lower lip.

Something clicks in Quinn's brain and she kicks Brittany's chair next to her to get her attention.

"What?" Brittany's brows knit together.

"You were thinking about sex!"

"You can read minds?!" Brittany's jaw drops and her eyes widen in excitement.

"You're a pig!"

Brittany smirks and reaches in front of her where Santana is sitting and pokes her butt making her jump a little.

"You two should not be sitting in footsie-distance from each other in class" Quinn shakes her head.

She keeps poking her until Santana stealthily hands her a small piece of folded paper behind her back.

Brittany takes it, unfolds it and sees two happy little pigs with their snouts touching and hearts drawn above them. Santana turns her head and whispers,"Oink", having heard their entire exchange causing both blondes to smile. Santana really is charming when she wants to be. Quinn thinks.

After the last bell rings they say goodbye to Quinn and go out to the field where they have cheerios practice.

Once they reach the girls in the field Brittany speaks. "Hey Sanny, I have a question."

"You can ask me anything, Britt, what is it?"

"Well, it's kind of a sexy question." Santana's cheeks flushed and she selfcounsciously looked around to see if any of the girls were paying attention to their conversation. She'd rather not have to be worrying about other people listening in on them so while the other girls warmed up she took Brittany's hand and guided them towards to bleachers. Once they were comfortably sitting on the couch under the bleachers Santana leaned over and kissed Brittany's lips.

"Okay, now you can ask me" Santana stated, their faces only a few inches away from each other but far enough so they could see each other's eyes.

"I want to try something" Brittany nuzzled the side of her face against Santana's.

"Like, in bed?" Santana tilted her head and gently rubbed their noses together.

"Uh-huh" Brittany closed the space between them and went in for a short kiss.

"Something like what?"

Brittany's sprouted an embarrassed smile as her cheeks tinted red and she shyly looked away.
Santana took this oportunity to kiss a line from her jaw to her neck, leaving a few kisses there first and then her trailing her nose against Brittany's skin all the way to her ear.

"Hmm, what could it possibly be that it's making you act shy?" She seductively whispered before bitting down gently on Brittany's ear lobe.

"Hey, what is that supposed to mean?" Brittany playfully reprimanded her.

"It means that you're not exactly shy… specially in bed" Santana's hand rubbing her thighs was making her squirm and subconsciously spread her legs. She leaned closer in order to whisper in Santana's ear… Suddenly Santana's eyes widened and she jerked her head towards Brittany to look at her eyes and find out how serious she was about it. Turns out she was very serious.

"You want to- AW HELL NO!" Santana immediately jerks away from her.

"Why not?" Brittany furowed her brows

"Because hell no. It's not often that I can manage to say no to you Britt-Britt but we are so not going there so forget it."

"But Kurt and Blaine do it like that" Brittany crossed her arms over her chest and started pouting. She was kinda used to getting her way.

"I am not letting you put anything up my butt, Britt. Nothing. Ever. It's not gonna happen so put that pretty pout away."

"What about if I just use the thing?" She tried to negotiate.

"You're going to kill me with that! Absolutely not. I'd rather have your fingers up there than that!"

"I can work with fingers… So is that a yes?" Brittany asks once again hopeful.

Only to be declined another time,"No. It's a never in a million years."

"Okaaay" Brittany pouted and flopped back down on the couch resignedly.

Santana eyed her for a moment before she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "Whatever… why do you even wanna do that anyway?"

"Well… I was researching some things on the internet and-"

"Which translates into you were watching porn", Santana cuts her off and quirks lifts an eyebrow at her while sporting a sly smirk.

"Hey!" Brittany protests weakly as Santana straddles her hips.

"What?" Santana answers with a full smile that reaches her eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with watching", Brittany says shyly.

"I know" Santana kisses her. "And if you want, we could watch together later"

"Hmm, sounds fun, but… I'd rather we watch ourselves."

"You wanna make another sexy video?"

"Uh-huh"

"Hmm, okay"

"It's only a fair trade for no butt sex"

"Hey, hey, you are not trading anything, I'm doing it because I want to. And because I love watching us too." All this sex talk had admitedly gotten her a bit worked up so when she leans down to kiss Brittany's lips again, the kiss escalates quickly turning heated and needy in a matter of seconds. Soon Santana can feel Brittany's hands gripping her hips and gently coaxing her into moving against her which of course her body complies.

Brittany could feel Santana's heat against her as the girl on top of her started putting more pressure every time she arched into her. She stopped them for half a second to lift Santana's leg and put hers over her hip so that their centers could press more firmly against each other and shifting them into a sitting position with her ankles locking around Santana's lower back.

They only snapped back to reality when they heard one of the girls screaming loudly from afar and then some others laughing playfully as they kept playing their impromptu game of tag. When Santana opened her eyes she was met with Brittany's coy smile as she had been caught lustfully staring at her through hooded eyes.

Santana smiled back as she rested her forehead against her girlfriend's and started feeling the build of an orgasm low in her belly.

"We shouldn't be doing this here Britt-Britt" She unconvincingly argued between heavy breaths.

"I know," Brittany whispered back before shifting her head and latching on to her neck causing Santana to moan and dig her short nails against her lover's back.

"Santanaaa!" Becky's voice echoed through the field and they both knew that meant play-time was over. Santana squeezed her eyes shut and kissed her harder before lifting her head and looking at her regretfully.

Brittany tried to follow her as she broke the kiss, eyes shut tight and hips still rocking, it was only until Becky called her girlfriend's name one more time that she realized she wasn't screaming Santana's name in her head. She snaped her eyes open and immediately a frown took over. "Awww. Noooo!" Brittany whined and turned face down on the couch.

"Come on, lets go you big baby" Santana smacked her ass which made Brittany yelp and Sit up straight.

"I don't want to!"

"Britt-Britt, please" Santana pleaded with urgency in her voice.

"Ugh, fine," She took Santana's outstretched hand and let herself get pulled up to her feet. "Having sexy times interrupted is now officially a strong number three on the things I like the least", She annoyedly huffed out and Santana couldn't help but agree. They get interrupted way to often. But maybe they wouldn't if they only did it in "appropriate" places.

They walk towards the girls on the field, some of them are practicing steps and jumps and others are just running around playfully shoving each other. As they get close Tracey "accidentally" bumps into Santana making the cheer captain drop her little note board. Tracy picks it up for her "accidentally" brushing their fingers together which doesn't go unnoticed by Brittany.

"Thanks again" Santana gives her tight-lipped smile and nods her head before turning to the other girls.
Brittany glares at Tracey and makes a point of enthusiastically hugging Santana from behind and kissing her cheek, making the cheerio captain squeal before Brittany quickly lets her go and smacks her butt.

Santana was used to Brittany's outbursts of affection so she though nothing of it and just giggled before composing herself and addressing the rest of the girls.

"Okay, you're all gonna partner up and practice some back flips and front flips. The newbs go with a more experienced partner, understood?" They all assented and soon all the girls were partnered up. All of them except for Tracey who had intentionally gone to santana to sheepishly ask who she should be partnered up with. Since both Brittany and Santana were veteran cheerleaders, it'd make sense for Santana to pair herself with Tracey instead of pairing herself with Brittany but just as she was about to answer, Becky came up behind Santana and told her that coach Sue wanted to see her in her office.

"Parner up with Britt" Santana ordered before walking with Becky towards Sue's office.

Brittany was far from happy with the arrangement but she would much rather bite the bullet and be Tracy's partner than have her paired up with Santana.

She is supposed to help Tracey transition from handstand to flip. Brittany has an uneasy feeling but tells herself it'll be over soon and gets into position anyway.

She is supposed to hold Tracey's ankles while she does a handstand that's supposed to ease her into a backflip. Once Tracey is already on standing on her hands and Brittany starts to shift their position Tracey kicks her feet upwards taking Brittany by surprise and striking her face with a force that makes Brittany see darkness as she staggers back and sits down against her will.

She yelps and her eyes are forced shut. As she clutches her face she's tickled by drops of sweat travelling down her neck. She tries to wipe them away only to realize that the warm trickle is coming from her nose and pouring down her throat which makes her want to throw up.

Santana is on her way out of Sue's office already down the hall when she gets a text from one of her cheerleader friends who used to be in the Troubletones.

From: Rochelle
Hey cap, your girl got hurt, come back ASAP and bring a towel cos she's a bleeder.

Santana ran over at full speed as soon as she finished reading the text, she grabbed a towel and a water bottle before sprinting out of the building. Her heart dropped when she saw Brittany lying down in the middle of the field, some of the girls were kneeling down next to her, trying to help her but most of them were just gawking. Brittany has her hand pressed over her right eye, trying to brace herself from the throbing pain and her cheerios top was covered in blood as well as her mouth and chin even though she kept wiping it away it just kept pouring out.

"What the fuck happened?!" Santana's hysterical voice made them all snap their attention to her.

"It was an accident" Tracey was quick to explain. Santana looks towards the other cheerios, some nod and others shrug. Accidents have happened before but never to brittany, not when it comes to cheerios or dancing, she's just too damn good and agile for that. Still, pairing her with a less experienced cheerio may have been a mistake.

Santana falls to her knees beside her, "Britt… Britt, I'm here, can you open your eyes for me, sweetie?" She didn't have time to even think about being embarrassed about pet names, she just wanted to help Brittany in the gentlest way she could.

Brittany manages to open one eye halfway, wincing and hissing at the surge of pain brought by the movement.

"Baby, show me where it hurts" Brittany points to her nose and then to her injured eye.

"Did you hurt anything else?" Brittany slowly shakes her head, her hand still squeezing at her nose to stop the bleeding. Santana takes the small towel over her shoulder and gently tries to wipe Brittany's chin, over her mouth and under her nose, stoping when the blonde lets out a small grunt.

Santana gets her phone out and speed dials her father, the line rings two times before he answers.

"Dad, Brittany's hurt and I need you to see her, like, right this second."

Brittany's eyes widen and the movement makes a sharp pain shoot through her face and she squirms, letting out a small groan that sounds something like "Oh no, my dad-in-law". It's not that she doesn't like Santana's dad, in fact she loves both of Santana's parents. It's just she hates hospitals and especially hates being a patient.

"Well you better get un-busy fast because I'm taking her over there as we speak… Alright, I'll see you soon."

Santana silently asks for help from her ex-Troubletones friends and two of the girls help her bring Brittany to her feet.

"I'm so sorry, Brittany" Tracey claims but neither Brittany nor Santana paid much attention to her pleas.

"We're done for today" Santana ends practice early in order to take Brittany to the hospital.

"I'll deal with you later" Santana rasps out to Tracy, the threatening undertones not overlooked by anyone in earshot. She throws Brittany's arm over her shoulder to help her walk even though her legs are fine but still Santana worries she might pass out before they get to the car.

Before they go Brittany turns her head to Tracey and lets the faintest ghost of a smirk take over her lips. She takes comfort in knowing Santana would never worry like this for her, hell, Santana would never get like this over anybody else.

The cheerios say goodbye and good luck to Brittany and Santana once the blonde is safe inside Santana's car. She seems to be falling asleep because she keeps wobbling from side to side.

"We'll be there soon, baby. Hang on for me, okay?"

Brittany nods, the blood flowing more gently down her nose than it was minutes ago. She starts coughing, trying to take back the blood she swallowed. She coughs into her hand and wipes it over her bloody towel trying to not stain Santana's car seats.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably getting blood all over your car" She weakly laments.

"Love, I honestly couldn't give a shit about my car. All I care about is getting you to the hospital and getting you better again, alright?" Santana gives her free hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay"

When they get to the hospital, Santana takes Brittany by the hand, leading her toward the reception.

"Shit, I forgot my phone in the car"

"It's okay, I can wait for you here while you get it."

"No, I'm not leaving you alone. I'll just ask the receptionist to make him come down"

"Is Dr. Lopez in his office?" Santana inquires, purposely showing her impatience.

"Do you have an appointment?" The women indifferently asks not even bothering to look up from the files she's currently reading.

"Can you call him? It's an emergency" Santana grits her teeth and wills herself to keep her cool.

The receptionist turns to look at Brittany, "Oh? What seems to be the emergency?"

"I got kicked in the face" Brittany manages to squeak out while pressing the small towel to her nose.

"I'm afraid 'kicked in the face' doesn't qualify as an emergency. Fill this form" She handed them some papers which Santana refused to take.

"The only thing I'm gonna fill is your ass with my foot if you don't tell Santiago Lopez right fucking now that Santana Lopez is waiting for him. And I suggest you hurry up if you like having a job. I wonder what he'll think of you letting his daughter-in-law bleed to death in the lobby"

"I didn't know Dr. Lopez had a son too" The puzzled woman blurted out.

"Son? What are you talking abou-" Santana countered bewildered and a little offended but she was cut off by the woman holding her hand up while on the phone.

"Dr. Lopez? Yeah, there is a Santana Lopez and her sister-in-law waiting for you in the lobby." Santana looks at her appalled and baffled by how she jumped to that conclusion.

"He'll be in his office in five minutes so go ahead and wait for him there if you like" The older woman waved them off after she hung up.

"She's not my sis-" But before she can finish, Brittany is pressing her lips against hers, finally making an impression and putting things in perspective for the receptionist.

Both Santana and the receptionist are a bit startled but Brittany pulls her away before anyone can say anything.

They walk into Dr. Lopez's empty office and Santana moves a chair for Brittany to sit in, she squats down infront of her and rubs her hands comfortingly over Brittany's thighs.

"How are you feeling?" Santana worriedly asks.

"Dizzy" Brittany responds with her eyes still shut and lightly shakes her head from side to side.

Santana furrows her brow, upset that she can't do anything to help her feel better exept wait for her father. Luckily he gets there rather quickly.

"Que le paso a mi güera favorita?" His heavily accented voice booms as he opens the door. Brittany smiles at the nickname even though she didn't fully understand most of what he said.

"Pa, come on. Please check her nose, I think she broke it." Santana stands quickly to get out of the way.

I didn't break it. Someone broke it for me. Brittany thinks to herself.

"Sure thing, just hop on the exam table, Britt" He gestures towards it and in a couple of seconds Santana is holding her hand as she places a foot on the stepping stool and sits down on the table.

"So what happened?" He asks while getting a small flashlight.

"Cheerleading accident" Santana answers and Brittany would furrow her brows if it didn't hurt so much. This was far from an accident.

"Ah, cheerleading… Brutal sport indeed." He answered with amusement laced in his voice but still nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry, Britt, this is gonna hurt a bit but I'm only checking if it's broken." Dr. Lopez apologizes beforehand and reaches for her nose after Brittany grunts her consent.

He tries to be as gentle as posible as he shifts her nose left, right, upwards, downwards, and traces the bridge of her nose with his thumb and index fingers.

Brittany is trying to be brave and not make a big deal out of her pain, just letting out small grunts she can't manage to hold in but the tears running down her cheeks say otherwise.

Santana's eyes are filled up with sympathetic tears which doesn't go unnoticed by her father who internally rolls his eyes at his daughter's overdramatic reaction. He walks over to his desk to get some packets of pill samples and Brittany takes advantage and lies on the table to rest while she can.

"I'm sorry, mija." He tells Santana very seriously, shaking his head from side to side regretfully when he comes back to them.

"What?! What's wrong with her?!" She almost yells at him once he places a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm going to have to… cut her nose off" He tries to tell her with a straight face but he snorts while trying to supress his laughter which makes Brittany burst out laughing too.

"Oh my god, why can't you take anything seriously?!" He pushes his hand off of her and turns to Brittany.

"Don't make me laugh! It hurts a lot!" Brittany squeaks out as Santana kneels down on the stepping stool and drappes herself over her torso. She then presses a single kiss to Brittany's collarbone and holds her tightly.

Dr. Lopez just shakes his head while his laughter dies down, "She'll be okay, Santana. She just needs to rest, put some ice on her injury and take some mild pain medication"

She lifts her head from it's place on Brittany's chest and sniffs before she stealthily wipes her nose "So she's okay?"

"Yes, it's just her eye we need to worry about, it looks like that was where she received the full force of the hit. It's obviously going to bruise badly but I'm more worried about her getting an infection since she popped quite a few blood vessels, see?"

He forces Brittany's eyelids apart and Santana thinks she's gonna be sick when she see's blood red mingling with her beautiful ocean blues. Brittany just hisses in response.

"Pa!" She slaps his arm. "You're hurting her!"

"And if you slap me and I poke her eye with my fingers it will be your fault." He quickly retorts.

"Whatever… what about her nose?"

"I don't think it's broken but we need to take some x-rays to be sure. You up for it güera?"

"Noooo, I just wanna go home."

Brittany sits up and holds her head between her hands. She really just wants to get out of there but Santana is having none of it so she kneels on the stepping stool once again, her body slightly leaning on Brittany's legs. Her legs twich for a moment where she had to fight the urge to open them and lock them around Santana just out of habit.

"Britt, please let them take some x-rays, just to be sure."

Brittany is very reluctant to accept, she is just too tired and wants to bury herself in her blankets and sleep for a whole day. Santana seems to sense her reluctance and brings out the big guns…

"Please baby, for me?" She grabs Brittany's hands and interlaces their fingers.

That made Brittany's resolve crumble quickly but she still had a few conditions of her own.

"Fine but can we get ice-cream later?"

Santana smiled and brought Brittany's hand to her lips, kissing her knuckles adoringly.

"Anything for you"

"Jesus Christ, mija, where did you get this one?! she's worse than your mother!" Dr. Lopez jokingly stated, making Brittany chuckle and Santana roll her eyes and blush in embarrassment.

Brittany goes ahead and gets her x-rays and like Dr. Lopez had said, her nose was intact (on the inside at least). She tries her best to clean herself up with Santana's help and when she looks in the mirror she could already tell her face was only going to get even more swollen and her bruises bluer. On the plus side, she gets a cool eye-patch.

They said their thank you's to Santana's father and the staff who helped them out and on their way home Santana got a text from him.

From: Dad

I forgot to tell you… No rigorous activities for a few days, okay? At least until the swelling goes down.

Santana's eyebrows shot up and then furrowed. Brittany noticed her reaction to the text and had to ask, "What?"

Santana just kept her eyes on the road and handed her the phone.

After reading it Brittany juts out her pout, "Does that mean no pirate sex?"

Santana smirks at her remark and reaches for her hand. "I don't know but I sure as hell am not about to ask him"

They mostly drive in silence until they get to Brittany's house. Santana gets out of the car first and walks over to the passenger side to open Brittany's door and help her carry her school bag and duffle bag.

"I'll walk you to your door, c'mon." They walked through the front yard and just as they got to the front door it swung open before Santana could get Brittany's keys out.

"Brittany Susan Pierce! What the hell happened to your face?!" Her mother covered her mouth in shock with one hand and tried to reach for Brittany's face with the other one making Brittany flinch away before she touched her.

"Don't, it hurts."

"Well, I bet it does! Come inside girls"

"Actually, I was just dropping Britt off"

"Oh nonsense, you stay for dinner, Santana"

"Of course Mrs. Pierce"

"Brittany what happened?"

"Well, we were-"

"Santana!" Ashley's voice comes echoing towards them.
Susan rolled her eyes at them before gasping out as she remembered she was cooking and ran to the kitchen before it burned.

"Hey Ash" Santana greeted the small blonde by ruffling her hair.

She was all smiles before she caught sight of Brittany's face. "Whoa, what happened to you? Someone beat you with an ugly stick?"

"Hey, that's my girl your talking to, twerp." She was quickly chastized.

"I wanna be your girl too!" Santana's eyebrows shoot up and she looks to Brittany for help.

"Get lost, Ash!" Brittany dismisses her quickly. She is in no mood to be dealing with her sister's antics right now which in turn upsets Ashley.

"Hey, you can't tell me what to do! And besides, why can't you share?"

"What part of get lost don't you understand?!" Brittany's voice cracks at the end making Santana look at her with concern. She just doesn't want to be dealing with this, she's tired and hurt inside and out, she just wants to curl up next to Santana and sleep it off so she turned her back and started walking towards her room.

"You're just jealous!" Ashley's voice seemed to echo throughout the house.

Immediately Brittany turned around and shot Ashley the deadliest glare Santana had ever seen on her face. It surprised her but it also kind of scared her to see this other side of Brittany that doesn't come out much or ever really. There was dead silence as Santana looked between the Pierce sisters, the tension seemed to get more intense and it took two seconds for Brittany to snap and pounce on her little sister. Luckily Santana was there to intercept her as Brittany crashed into her with her full weight which meant she had no intention of simply scaring her sister off.

"Britt, what are you doing? Stop." Santana tried to get her attention but her words landed on deaf ears as Brittany kept struggling against her. She could tell Brittany was holding back though, she was stronger than Santana and could easily knock her out of the way but of course she would never do that so she just tried to advance without fighting her off.

Ashley had recoiled the moment Brittany jumped her way and now she was feeling a mixture of fear, anger and hurt as her lower lip started to tremble and her eyes started to water.

"Britt, she was only playing!" Santana tried to pacify her.

"No I wasn't!" Ashley angrily blubbered out.

"Ashley!" Santana raised her voice at her which in turn made Ashley run away crying to her room and slamming the door once she was inside.

Brittany's breath was still erratic when Santana let go of her. They looked at each other and it broke Santana's heart how Brittany's face scrunched up as she turned away from her and walked up the stairs to her room.

She stood there for a couple of seconds but before she could follow her up, Susan's voice stopped her.

"Girls, I heard shouting, what's going on?" Susan came in view.

"Ash and Britt" Santana said as an answer.

Susan sighed out, "These girls are gonna kill me one day"

"Tell me about it"

"What happened?"

"Strangely they were kinda fighting over me and I don't really know why? It's weird and Brittany got really upset and then Ashley got upset and it was a mess. Britt almost jumped Ash but I stopped her."

"Oh, she did not! It's her baby sister, she should know better than that!"

"Oh no, she does. I know she does. It's just she's really tired right now and my dad gave her some medication too so that might have something to do with it. It's just- I don't know… I'll talk to her"

"I should probably tell you something but they're both going to kill me if they find out I told you so you have to promise me you're going to zip it"

"Uh yeah, of course Susan, what is it?"

Two weeks earlier.

"Honey, I think it's wonderful that you girls indulge in the physical manifestation of your affections.

I know that you love each other very much and I'm very happy that you are happy."

"But?"

"But I'm afraid that as long as your sister is around the house, your father and I are gonna have to ask you to limit the places where you have intercourse to just your Bedroom… and maybe the basement if you promise to keep the door locked"

Brittany furrows her brows, "Inter...?"

"Don't do it in front of your sister" Her dad passes by and takes a twinkie from the open box above the refrigerator.

"Oh... Oh! No, mom. We wouldn't, we're not that irresponsible. Besides, Ashley and us are barely ever here at the same time."

"Just making sure"

"Okay, but mom? Could you please not say anything about this to Santana? And like, try to not make any comments on sex stuff? Like our sex stuff? It's just that she's kinda sensitive still about that and I don't want her to feel uncomfortable"

"Well, alright. Just because she's my favorite daughter in law"

"She's your only daughter in law"

One week later:

"Hey Britt, did you hear the news?"

"What news?"

"Ashley's in love" She says dramatically causing Brittany to giggle and Ashley to scowl like a certain someone she knows very well.

"That true, Ash?"

"No… well… maybe"

"Oh, how exciting! Is it a boy at school?"

"Nuh-uh!"

"A girl at school?"

"Nope"

"A teacher?"

"I'm not gonna tell you cause it's a secret!"

"But I'm super good at keeping secrets!"

Ashley sighs resignedly "Fine but you have to promise you won't tell her, okay?"

"Ooh! A girl?! Who is it?!"

"Santana"

"What?" Her face was completely emotionless.

"Santana, your friend"

"You can't like Santana!"

"Why not?!"

"Because she's my girlfriend!"

"So? Quinn is your girlfriend too!"

"No, I don't mean a friend who is a girl. Santana and I are in a relationship… like, dating?"

"Dating?"

"Ash, we make out all the time!"

"You make out with Santana?!"

Brittany's mom pipes up, "Seriously Ash, how did you never notice? They are all over each other 24/7"

"Santana probably makes sure we don't do anything in front of her but I hadn't noticed until now."

"Seriously, I'm gonna have to have her tested because you girls and your hormones are kinda hard to miss" Her mom tells her over her cup of coffee.

"Hmm, maybe we should start having sex in front of her"

"What?!"

"Nothing"

"Oh" Some realization was dawning on Santana atfer hearing that, she had mixed feelings about everything but mostly it was embarrassment and weirdly cockiness, she wanted to smirk at the fact that both Pierce sisters were attracted to her but her ego would have plenty of time to bloat later. Right now she just wanted to comfort her girlfriend.

"Any time, just remember" She mimed her lips zipping and threw away an imaginary key. Santana just smiled at how alike Brittany and her mother were.

"Of course" She excused herself and went upstairs.

Santana quietly entered Brittany's room and closed the door behind her. She quickly spotted Brittany lying on her side covered in blankets. She took a few steps before she noticed an open drawer and Britanny's cheerios uniform strewn on the floor. She walked over to close it but not before taking some shorts and a t-shirt for herself. She discarded her uniform, dressed herself and soon the bed dipped as she climbed on it and got under the covers. She scooted closer to Brittany until she was pressed snuggly against her back and sharing her pillow.

"Baby, what happened downstairs?" Santana asked as she gently sneaked an arm over Brittany's slim waist and set her hand over her stomach.

She was answered with a shrug.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She set her chin over Brittany's shoulder.

Brittany shook her head no. She had figured as much.

"Okay" She would let her rest now and ask again later. "She's had a tough day" She thought as she pressed a kiss to the nape of Brittany's neck and nuzzled further against her. She continued brushing her lips lightly over Brittany's skin as her eyes got heavier and closed. Her breathing had already evened out and she was just lazily moving her bottom lip when Brittany shifted. Santana jolted and gasped lightly when she felt Brittany move, she had been nearly asleep but she sighed out and closed her eyes again once Brittany settled and was now facing her. She sensed Brittany's closeness so when she felt soft lips touching her own she was ready to reciprocate.

Their lips moved together slowly and the only thing that could be heard in the room was the wet sound of their mouths closing against one another. Santana took Brittany's bottom lip between her own and gently sucked on it. Once their tongues touched Brittany stopped moving and exhaled through her nose, the sensation almost making her entire system malfunction until she feels Santana coaxing her into moving again.

They kept kissing leisurely as Santana's arm rubbed Brittany's back affectionatelly. After a few minutes Santana's hand slipped under her shirt to caress her skin directly, dragging the tips of her fingers up and down Brittany's back. Their kiss stayed unhurried but passionate all the same as Santana's hand found its way to Brittany's backside under her shorts. She cupped and kneaded her which in turn made Brittany sluggishly undulate against her and a small amount of warm liquid gush from between her legs though neither had any intention of going further. It was just their bodies reacting to each other. They were slipping away from consciousness but they kept kissing each other until they both fell asleep.

A few hours later they were woken up by Susan knocking on Brittany's door even though it was unlocked. She could have just gone inside but she knew better.

"Girls, dinner is ready. Get dressed and come down"

Santana frowned at the fact that Susan speculated they were naked. She also frowned at the fact that the right side of her face all the way up to her ear was covered in drool. It was almost pitch black at that point so she turned on the light before waking her girlfriend up.

"Ugh, Britt" She touched her cheek and it was sticky. She scowled and placed a hand on Brittany's shoulder in order to wake her up.

"Wake up princess saliva" She patted and shook her gently. It didn't take long for Brittany to open her eyes and hiss once the light met her bad eye.

Santana tried her best to place herself between Brittany and the lightbulb on the ceiling but it didn't work as well so she passed her the eye patch.

"Oh gross, San, you slobbered all over me"

"Oh no you don't. Don't pin this on me, this was all you."

"Nuh-huh,"

"Ya-huh, come on get up now, your mom said dinner was ready."

They got up and washed their hands, faces and teeth and joined Brittany's family soon after.

"Britt, did you get in a fight?"

"Not exactly"

"Because you know very well that we do not condone violence in this family" Susan said pointedly, reminding the girls of the incident earlier.

"I know, mom, I got kicked in the face, alright? I didn't even do anything!"

"How did you just get kicked in the face?" Mr. Pierce curiously inquires.

"It was a girl on the squad. She did it on purpose. We were practicing some flips and she kicked her legs out for no reason other than to hurt me. It wasn't a fight. I didn't fight back because I couldn't, she almost knocked me out." She says to her parents and Santana's eyes almost bug out.

"Wait, what? The other girls said it was an accident, Britt."Santana tries to reason quickly but at the same time the idea of Tracy or anyone hurting her girl especially premeditatedly makes her blood boil.

"The other girls weren't paying attention and you weren't there." She accuses.

"Are you sure about it?" Santana was surely taken aback and she wasn't exactly doubting Brittany's word but if she wanted to do something about Tracey she had to make sure she was guilty first.

"Why wouldn't I be?!" Brittany snaps at her.

"Why are you so angry?" Her father interjects.

"Probably because I got beat up and my girlfriend isn't on my side!"

"I'm always on your side" Santana tells her honestly. She is on her side, always, she just hadn't heard the explanation yet.

"You probably deserved it" Ashley adds bitterly.

She abruptly stands up, her chair making a startling noise, "And then I get home and this asshole starts pushing my buttons instead of being a good sister to me!"

"Brittany watch your mouth" Her dad reprimands her.

"Or what?" She talks back, which is something she never does and takes them all aback.

"Brittany… Sit. Down." Susan tersely commands.

"No… I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going back to sleep." Brittany gets up from the table and storms out.

Santana looks torn between going after her and staying; Her body is half way sitting and standing up for a couple of seconds before Mrs. Pierce relieves her.

"Santana" She nods in the direction Brittany had gone and Santana is up running after her but Brittany's voice is quick to stop her.

"Don't follow me up"

So she sits back down after hearing Brittany's door slam closed, feeling a bit embarrassed and out of place.

She plays around with her food for a few minutes before Susan tells her that Brittany's been a bit grumpy since the two of them had their "fight" the other night. Santana starts to feel a bit guilty and after they awkwardly finish their meals she goes upstairs to try to talk it out. Unfortunately the door is locked once she gets there which means Brittany doesn't want anyones company at the moment. She had left her uniform in Brittany's room but she had spares, luckily for her they left their bags in the living room so she wouldn't have to force Brittany's door open to get her car keys. She got to her bag and ripped a page out of a notebook before walking out, she took a pen and started writing.

Hey Britt-Britt, I know you're having a crap day and I know it's partly because of me and I'm really really sorry. I need you to understand that whatever I said that made you mad at me was because I didn't know what had happened. You still haven't really told me what happened. Please don't keep me in the dark, Britt, I'm always on your side. You must know that by now. You know you mean the world to me and I can't stand to see you like this. Please talk to me about what's bothering you. I promise I'll listen and I'll always be there for you.

With all my love,

Santana.

She folded the letter in half, walked upstairs, shoved it under Brittany's door and hoped for the best before she went back home.