A/N: AWHH. you guys were 3 reviews away from getting your 10k chapter this week. I'm uploading this on the way to a party, so (as usual) i didn't have time to proof read.

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Santana's POV

"Are you sure about this San?" Claire asked me after I'd pointed out Brittany to her. She was definitely not comfortable with my plan, not only because she didn't like playing people, but because she thought I was going to get hurt. Sometimes her and Quinn were way too alike, except that Claire is a lot sweeter.

"Yes, please do this for me Claire-bear!" I said as I grabbed her waist and pulled her into a hug. We'd always kind of had that flirtatious type of friendship, but again, I have no interest in her.

"Well, what do you want me to do if she does decide to bring me home or something?" she asked, trying to squirm from my hug.

I really hadn't thought about that. When I was thinking of my plan I tried to only think of the good outcomes because I would probably chicken out if I thought of the bad ones too.

"I don't know, whatever you want I guess. If she's over me than I can't really dictate what she does," it came out a lot sharper than I thought it would.

"You know I could never sleep with her knowing you're in love with her Santana," she said in her usual soft voice. Even in high school, Claire had always thought of other people's feelings above her own, that's one of the reasons we got along so well, she kind of leveled me out.

"Thanks Claire. But will you please go over there now? Look! She's leaving Quinn and Rach!" I started pushing Claire towards Brittany.

"Geesh, ok I'm going!" Claire rolled her eyes at me as she walked away. Her outfit was amazing. Mostly because I dressed her, I wanted to make sure she looked extra sexy for Britt. She was wearing white super-short jean shorts, a striped turquoise and white crop top, and a pair of black fuck-me heels.

I saw Claire walk up behind Brittany, who was talking to Tina, and tap her shoulder. A lump formed in my throat, and I suddenly realized my plan could go seriously, irreversibly, wrong. It was too late now, so I just took a seat on the bar next to Quinn and tried not to be obviously staring at Britt and Claire.

Brittany's POV

"Tina, I really don't think that's how baking works…" Kylie said to Tina. They had been talking about making cookies ever since I had gotten there, and I wasn't really listening.

I must have looked either really bored, or really hot, because probably the second most attractive girl I'd ever seen (after Santana) walked right up to me and tapped my shoulder.

"Hey there! You look bored," she said, answering my internal question. So much for looking hot. "And hot," she added with a wink. Wow, ok, she was definitely a mind reader.

"Thanks… and yeah, I guess I'm a little bored," I mumbled while looking her up and down. Even though I was only after San, I had to admit this girl had an amazing body and her face was amazing. Looking closer at her face I realized she wasn't wearing any makeup, yet she was amazingly beautiful, it made me audibly gasp.

"What?" she asked, responding to my gasp, looking over herself.

"Sorry, it's just… you're not wearing any makeup…" my cheeks slightly reddened at my words.

"Oh, yeah. I haven't since like 8th grade when my friends said I looked like a raccoon," she laughed at herself.

"Well you really don't need it," apparently that was a great compliment, because I saw a blush appear on her cheeks. I snickered a little bit and she blushed even more.

"Thanks," she finally said. "So what are you doing here? You don't look 21."

"My whole soccer team is here," I explained. "I guess somehow our captain got us all in even though half of us are under 21. You shouldn't be talking though, you look about my age."

She smiled at that, "Yeah, graduated high school last year. My friend Sa- my friend, got me in." Pausing she looked at my eyes and cocked her head. "So why are you bored…" she stopped waiting for me to tell her my name.

"Brittany."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Claire. So why do you look so bored?"

"I'll answer your question with a question," cocking her head and nodding she signaled for me to go on. "So why do people come to clubs?"

"Well, to drink…"

"I don't like drinking," she gawked at me and I just shrugged.

"To dance?" she tried again.

"I hurt my ankle. I can still play soccer and stuff, but for some reason I feel like dancing isn't the best idea."

Nodding she tried one more time, "to pick up guys?"

I laughed, "gay."

"I was hoping you'd say that! I'm bi, by the way. Get it? Bi, by…" she laughed at her own joke. "Anyway, so pick up some chicks!"

"Not interested," I sighed.

She looked at me, and I knew she was probably going to ask why. Did I want to tell her my Santana story? I guess there's no one better to open up to than a nice stranger at a night club.

"May I ask why?" she asked in a mock offended tone.

"Oh please, if I was to pick anyone up, it would be you. But actually, it's because I'm in love with someone, and even though she's off limits, I'm not ready to move on, you know?" and just like that I started opening up to Claire.

We started talking and she was actually so supportive of how I felt about San. It felt so nice to finally talk it out with someone, and Claire was just such a great person. She was being so supportive and started asking about my emotions and I just broke down.

"It's just not fair, I've always heard about people feeling this way, and I finally get that too, and I can't do anything about it!" tears were welling up in my eyes and Claire grabbed my hand.

"Shhh," she cooed at me. "It'll get better, I know it will."

"You can't know that!" I nearly shouted, tears now streaming down my face. I don't know where all this emotion was coming from, but it was kind of embarrassing throwing a tantrum in the middle of the club. I took a deep breath and spoke more calmly, "You don't know Santana, she's the most amazing person ever. It hurts to just be without her."

"Honey, I know. Let me give you a ride home, I don't think you need to be out right now." I nodded because it was true, I was too emotionally and physically exhausted to deal with all this.

She grabbed my hand and led me towards the exit of the club. I looked back, wondering if I should tell Quinn that I was leaving. Instead of finding Quinn's eyes, I found Santana's. She looked away so quickly I couldn't catch what emotion was going through her eyes. All I know is that is was a strong one.

Santana's POV

Claire specifically said she 'could never sleep with Brittany knowing I loved her'! What the legit fuck was she doing leaving the club holding Britt's hand without even telling me what happened then? My emotions were going back and forth so fast I couldn't keep track of them.

I was mad at Claire, even though I said I wouldn't care. I was hurt that Brittany truly wasn't in love with me. And I was dreading facing Quinn, I don't think I could handle an 'I told you so' at this point. It was a stupid plan, I don't even know how I thought it would work out.

Looking around at the bar, I spotted Quinn (still with Rachel). She looked so happy and I hated to ruin it, actually I really didn't care at this point, but I needed to get home before I start bawling in the middle of the dance floor.

"FABRAY TAKE ME HOME!" I yelled to her from about a foot away, trying to make sure she heard me above the music.

She looked up from her conversation with Rachel and her smile quickly changed into a worried look as she saw me. Apparently she knew what I was upset about because she turned to where Brittany and Claire were sitting before.

"Oh, god. What did I tell you…" she mumbled really quietly, probably not meaning for me to hear it.

"Quinnn!" I whined like a two year old. "Just. Take. Me. Home!"

"I'm so sorry honey, I'll get you home," she quickly whispered something to Rachel, who nodded.

Quinn and I made our way out to her car and the second I got into the passenger seat I let the hot tears stream down my face. Quinn looked like she was about to say something, but I stopped her.

"I don't want to talk about this right now," I held up my hand and she pulled her lips into her mouth and nodded.

As we drove down the road, I could feel my heart clench at the thought that it was all over. Brittany was over me, and she was about to sleep with one of my friends that I set her up with. Why couldn't I just have listened to Quinn?

I slammed my hands into the dashboard and rested my face on my arms. Thinking I just wanted to talk to Brittany and tell her the truth and hope to god that she changes her mind about Claire.

Suddenly I realized that was actually a good idea, and probably my last chance. I lifted my head and turned to Quinn, "Quinn, go to Brittany's!"

"What are you talking about Santana? We're not going to Brittany's."

I breathed to try and calm myself enough to explain myself to her.

"I need to talk to her. I need to tell her what I should have told her yesterday instead of playing these stupid mind games," I said surprisingly calmly.

Quinn furrowed her eyes at me, "are you sure you just want to walk into her apartment when she's…" I knew she didn't want to say it, so I did.

"Sleeping with Claire?" she winced at my directness. "No, Quinn. I happened to know Claire is very into foreplay, so if we get there in the next like 30 minutes, the worst we'll see is them making out and some groping."

Eyes growing wide, Quinn coughed and managed to choke out, "if you're sure…" and turned to head toward Brittany's house.

OOO

When we finally pulled into Brittany's driveway and I couldn't wait until the car stopped to open the door. Because the car was still moving slightly, I stumbled a little bit, but got my balance and ran to Britt's door.

I heard Quinn come up behind me as I knocked loudly on the door. After waiting 15 seconds with no answer, I started to freak out, I just wanted to talk to Brittany before she did anything serious with Claire!

Frustrated, I tried to just barge in, and surprisingly, the door was unlocked. I opened it and walked right into her house.

"Britt?" I called out. No answer. "Claire?" I called with a slight waiver in my voice. Still, no answer.

Quinn stood silently in the door way, just watching everything that was happening. Although to be honest, nothing was really happening yet.

I walked into the kitchen, finding no body there. It almost seemed like no one was home, but then I heard the armchair in her living room squeak. Almost running into the living room I stopped at the sight in front of me.

Brittany was on Claire's lap, with her head buried in the crook of the other girl's neck. I knew I had come saying I expected to see them making out, but there's no way to describe how bad it hurts to watch someone you love sucking on someone else's neck.

They must have heard me come in because they both turned their heads towards me, wearing the classic 'deer-in-the-headlights' look.

"S-santana?" Brittany stuttered at me.

"I-I…." nothing was coming to my mind to say. My hands were starting to sweat and my knees were shaking at what I'd just seen. I gave up on trying to talk and just ran out, grabbing Quinn on the way.

A/N: So as punishment for not getting up to 50 reviews, you get left with a cliff hanger! MWAHAHA. sorry! leave your hate in the reviews! SEE YA NEXT WEEKEND