I had this already written out so I figured I'd go ahead and post it for you kind folks. The only problem is I'm not sure I like it. Some parts I do, some I don't. Also, I wanted to take a quick poll. Would you like to see more of Santana's father? I'm undecided on keeping him around a while.

And another quick thing! I have a story idea that I've been wrestling with for over a week now. The problem is I have like 4 ideas for this one story. If any of you would like to offer your services to help me out, I would greatly appreciate it. Just send me a message or something :)

Anyway, on to the story. Please enjoy and review! I love you all!

After a good lunch, Brittany and I went back to my place. It was almost like she was looking at me with new eyes. And I'm not scared anymore. This girl is really good for me. Once we got back to the house, I saw Puck out by the pool.

"I'll be right back, B." I walked toward the backdoor.

"Don't yell at him too much." Brittany shouted after me.

"Puckerman!" I opened the door and glared at him. "Why do you have to run your mouth?"

"I was just trying to help." He looked almost guilty but I didn't buy it. "And it just slipped out at first so I just kept going."

"Did you tell her about my father?"

"No." He shook his head. "I told her that was one subject I wouldn't touch."

"Well I suppose I can't hate you forever. Just watch your mouth next time."

"Of course, boss." He saluted me then stuck his hand out. I shook it and smirked. As I let go of his hand, I have him a good push and sent him into the pool.

"Don't mess with me!" I laughed as I ran toward the house.

"You're dead, Lopez!"

"That was horrible." Brittany laughed as I came inside.

"He deserved it." I shrugged. "What would you like to do today?"

"I haven't thought about it."

Puck walked in, glaring at me. "The boys wanna do something today."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Either play basketball or volleyball."

"Should we go back to that park? Remember what happened last time?"

"Yeah maybe we shouldn't."

"What happened?" Brittany asked curiously.

Puck looked eager to tell the story so I motioned for him to go ahead. "You see," he started with a smile, "S Lo here decided to take on two bitches who were talking shit. She beat the hell out of one of them. It took all three of us guys to pull her off this chick." He smiled proudly.

"You're such a badass." Brittany smiled at me.

"I don't take shit from anyone." I shrugged.

"That's hot." Brittany leaned in and kissed me hard.

"No. That's hot." Puck smiled.

"How's your little blonde?"

"She's hot." He laughed.

"Let's go play volleyball. Invite her so we have even teams."

"Yes boss."

I shook my head and started upstairs. "We'll meet there at 3." I shouted to Puck before going up the stairs. I stared at Brittany's ass all the way upstairs.

"You know, subtlety isn't really your thing." Brittany laughed after reaching the top of the stairs.

"I never said it was." I smirked. I jumped up the last few stairs and grabbed Brittany by the back of her thighs, lifting her up. She squealed and hooked her ankles around my waist. I carried her into my room, kicking the door shut behind me.

"You're like crazy strong." She admired my arms, smiling.

"I have to keep up with Puck." I laughed. I dropped her on the bed and huddled over her. "I'm proud to say I have way more endurance than he does."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm." I dipped my head down, capturing her lips. Her ankles still locked around my waist, one hand tangled in my hair while the other held onto the back of my neck. My hands on either side of her head, holding me up. The kiss deepened as she moved her hands to the hem of my shirt, lightly dragging her nails over bare skin. I shuddered as I kissed my way from her lips to neck. I sucked on her pulse point while she slowly inched my shirt up.

"Hey Lopez! We have to pick Quinn up so we need to leave soon." Puck shouted at me from outside my door. I dropped my head down and sighed. "You hear me?"

I lifted my head up, looking toward the door. "Yeah I heard you." I shouted at him. I turned my head back to Brittany. "He is the biggest cockblocker I've ever known."

"At least you only have to worry about him." Brittany laughed. "At my house there are three other girls. That's fun."

"I'd kill someone." I laughed and slowly got up. "We should probably get ready to go."

"Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Just go naked." I smirked.

"But then everyone would see everything I got then you would get in fights and it would just be a big mess."

"Buzz kill." I laughed, shaking my head. "Bikinis in the second drawer. Shorts in third." I changed into a green and blue bikini and matching board shorts with black flip flops. Brittany wore my black bikini and red short shorts. We walked out to my car with Puck a few minutes later. "Britt get shotgun."

"Come on!" Puck whined. "Bros before hoes, dude."

"One, she's not a ho. Two, my car, my rules."

"Fine." He huffed and got in the backseat. As we took off, I reached over and grabbed Brittany's hand. "How cute!"

"Shut up, douche bag."

"Make me, Vagisil."

"Wow, you guys are how old?" Brittany laughed, looking between me and Puck.

"He started it." I shrugged.

"Did not!" Puck hit me in the shoulder.

"Case and point." Brittany smiled.

"Just wait until Mike and Matt are with us." I laughed. "It's a bit embarrassing actually. I'll be surprised if you still talk to me after."

"We pretty much act like 13 year old boys." Puck chimed in. "Especially when we are all single."

"We would fight over girls." I smirked.

"You guys are crazy." Brittany shook her head.

I picked Quinn up and headed to the beach. She kept giving me looks. It creeped me out a little. She was probably still pissed about Rachel. Oh well.

"Can I have a piggyback ride, babe?" Brittany asked, smiling.

"Yeah." I smiled and she jumped on my back. I held onto her legs as she wrapped her arms around my neck loosely. "Let's go find a spot."

Puck and Quinn followed me and Brittany down the beach. We found a court and waited for the other two guys. I still had Brittany on my back when they walked up.

"I didn't know we had company." Mike said. "I would have dressed up."

"Is it bring your blonde to work day?" Matt laughed.

"Shut up." I laughed. "This is Brittany."

"Nice to meet you." Brittany smiled.

"You're hot blonde that shot down S at LAX." Matt stared, wide eyed.

"You have tamed the beast." Mike said. "I have to shake your hand."

He shook Brittany's hand and I shook my head. "Can we play the game?"

Puck introduced Quinn and we decided on teams. It was Mike, Brittany, and me against Puck, Quinn, and Matt. We started off nicely but then Puck and I just show off for our girls. It was getting really intense.

"Ok." Matt huffed. "I need a break for a minute."

"Alright." I nodded, wiping my brow. I put my arm around Brittany's waist. "You're pretty good."

She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "And you're really hot when you're playing and sweaty."

I smirked before kissing her. "I know, babe." I looked over her shoulder, eyes going wide. "You have got to be kidding me."

"What?"

"I'll be right back." I walked across the court, glaring. "What are you doing here? Are you stalking me or what?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Rachel stared at me, a bit terrified. "I am simply here watching my friend, Quinn, play volleyball. I had no idea you were here."

"You need to leave. Now." My voice got louder on its own. That happens a lot.

"I was invited here."

"Not by me so take your stalker self and get out of my sight."

"Hey!" Quinn yelled, walking up. "Don't talk to her that way."

"I'll do whatever I damn well please. This crazy bitch is stalking me." I shouted back at Quinn.

"Don't flatter yourself. I invited her here."

"S, you need to chill the fuck." Now Puck has to step in.

"Get out of my face, Puckerman."

"Take a walk. Chill out."

"Whatever dude." I fought the urge to punch one of them. So I turned and walked away.

*Brittany's POV*

I watched Santana yelling and Quinn and Puck. She stormed off so I chased after her. "San, wait up." I caught up to her and wasn't sure what to do. I've never seen her mad like this before. "You ok?"

"Who does she think she is getting in my face like that? She's lucky I didn't knock her ass out."

"I'm sorry."

"No." She sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't get so angry."

"That girl is pushing her luck. But don't worry about it. I'll take care of her."

"What?" She stopped to look at me.
"I'll take care of her if she comes near you again."

"You wanna go? I don't really wanna be here anymore."

"I think we should go back. Take a few more minutes to calm down. But I have this feeling Quinn is going to be around for a while. So we all need to learn to get along."

"I know. She sucks though."

"Be good, babe." I smiled. I pulled her into a hug. "You good now?"
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah."

I took her hand and we walked back to the group. She squeezed my hand before walking over and apologizing to Puck, sort of. The two ended up deciding to play one on one. It didn't seem like a good idea to me, but there's no telling them anything. I sat between Mike and Matt as we watched the passionate game. Tied at 13, I was holding my breath. Puck was hitting the ball too hard. Santana spiked the ball and sent a wink my way. I smiled at her and the next think I know, she's on the ground, holding her face. I jumped up and ran to her side with the others a few steps behind.

"Shit, San. I'm sorry." Puck apologized over and over.

"Are you ok?" I helped her sit up. Blood was gushing from her nose.

"Shit. It hurts." She shut her eyes tightly.

"Puck, give me your shirt." I pointed at it and he quickly tossed it to me. I moved Santana's hands. "Here, babe. This will help soak up the blood."

"Is it bleeding a lot?" She asked, wincing as she put some pressure on her nose.

"We should probably get her to the hospital." Matt said quickly. "It looks like it could be broken."

"I'll drive." Puck said. He helped me get Santana up then grabbed whatever he could. He rushed toward the car with the five of us following. I held Santana by the waist and led her to the car. I helped her get in. Once I closed the door, Puck took off. Matt and Mike were in the car behind us.

"You ok?" I put my arm around Santana's shoulder. She curled into my side. She nodded once. I kissed her temple. "You'll be ok."

Puck screeched to a stop in front of the hospital. I saw Santana roll her eyes when she saw the sign. I helped her out of the car while Puck ran inside. I held Santana's hand as we walked inside. She was tense. I could tell she didn't want to be there.

"What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, Santana?" The doctor walked up. He looked somewhat annoyed.

"I got hit in the face with a volleyball." Santana's words were muffled by Puck's shirt.

"Come with me." He motioned for her to follow. She squeezed my hand before walking after him.

I walked over to Puck and the others. "He seemed kinda rude."

"She didn't tell you?" Puck asked.

"Tell me what?"

"That's her father."