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Okay so I've been dreadful with the updating, but my computer crashed and this chapter was all but done and I had to re-write it all over again. Lucky me I always write down a hardcopy before I start typing it up lol

Disclaimer (about time haha) I don't own Glee or the characters, just the plot lol

The diva smiles up at her, "Have fun. I'll be in the choir room, so if you guys finish early that's where you'll find me."

Quinn nods before adjusting the strap of the bag on her shoulder, and waves as she follows the other two cheerios.

Smiling after the blonde, Rachel finally makes her way to the choir room, dropping by her locker first to grab her notebook and to leave her homework. Smiling as she sets about warming up her voice, loving the feeling of excitement coursing through her body.

20 minutes later, Santana comes barreling into the room, "Okay Berry, I've got 10 minutes before I start being missed out on the field."

Rachel smirks and then they're both quickly making their way out of the choir room.

15 minutes later finds Rachel back alone in the choir room and Santana back out on the field reinforcing orders from the HBIC as if nothing had happened.

At 7:45 the trio makes their way into the choir room, met by a rather surprised looking Rachel, "I didn't expect to see you three early today."

Santana grimaces and Quinn scowls, "We aren't nearly finished today. This morning was just a precursor. She had us run suicides, laps, do sit ups and pushups. We didn't even get around to doing any of the routines; that she's saving for after school. She's going through her 'cheerios are endurance machines and do not feel fatigue' phase."

She flops down on one of the chairs as the other two cheerios decide to sprawl out across a few chairs.

"We're not going to be going home until really late." Brittany says pouting slightly.

Santana turns her head to look at the blonde, "If I could B, I'd be rubbing her hand, but I can't right now so pretend I am."

Rachel raises an eyebrow, and Quinn quickly explains, "Seeing as S and B are my seconds in command, Coach figured we should be rode the hardest."

Rachel smiles and lightly corrects, "Ridden. And that is pretty intense. But usually you're all rather exhilarated after practice. I know you're tired but you don't usually show it."

Santana growls out, "Usually practice isn't this bad. And you're not just anybody. If anyone else was here we'd be sucking it up."

Brittany sits up from her laying down position, "Plus coach made S do extra suicides for taking an extra minute to come back from putting a vacuum cleaner bag in Ms Pillsbury's office."

The diva's eyes snap towards Santana immediately, who at least had the decency to look somewhat slightly guilty, "Whatevs. It's like shock treatment. She needs ta loosen up."

The diva shakes her head slightly but doesn't address the fact that what Santana had went along with was rather mean, seeing as the Latina did seem sorry, even if she didn't voice it.

"Well then I suppose you should just ensure that you refrain from being late to practice. Also you should take it easy and conserve your energy for the rest of the day."

Quinn rolls her eyes good naturedly and smirks, "Right, because we didn't figure that out for ourselves."

Rachel gives the blonde a fleeting glance, sticks her tongue out at her and grins, before returning her gaze back to Santana, "And you should try and stay off of her radar."

The Latina laughs sardonically, "Berry, you're talking to the second in command. The Lieutenant. I'm always on the radar."

Brittany gets up and walks over to Santana and pulls her up from her laying position, and takes the seat where the Latina's head was resting before allowing her to lay back down, placing her head onto the blonde's lap.

The blonde cheerio starts running her fingers through dark hair, massaging her scalp lightly as she does so, "It's okay S. I promise I'll run you a bubble bath and rub your back."

Santana makes a rather loud moan of approval as Brittany continues her ministrations.

Rachel can feel her cheeks flaming as the Latina continues to make rather sexual sounds of approval as Brittany's hands carry on running through her hair. But she also can't help but smile at how sweet they're being, once of course you look over the slightly very sexual overtone.

Quinn sensing the same overtone smirks at them, "Get a room."

Santana groans and huffs out, "I can't even flip you off right now! Damn. Consider yourself flipped off. It wasn't even perverted. I just seriously need a massage and it's not my fault B's got amazing skills. And you'z just jealous that I have someone that'd massage me."

Quinn is effectively shushed and she just smiles at her and nods and turns her attention away from them towards the piano.

"Shit Q that just came out, I didn't mean…"

Santana quickly sits up and walks over to the blonde, "That really wasn't what…"

Quinn shrugs and smiles at her, "It's okay, seriously S, I've known you for forever I know what you meant."

Rachel watches the whole scene before her with a slightly worried expression on her face while Brittany just keeps an eye on Quinn.

"It isn't okay. I know I'm a bitch to people and come off as a rather big one, but you're one of my best friends and I did not mean it like that, or to rub your face in the fact that I'm not single."

Quinn chuckles, "If I'd have known this was all it took to make you apologize like this…Santana honestly you'd have said the same thing to anyone without a second thought."

Santana gapes, "Q!"

The blonde puts a hand on the Latina's shoulder to calm her down, "Look I know you didn't meant it to hurt me. You were just being you, showing off your amazing girlfriend, I get it. No harm done. You'd have said it to just about anyone."

The Latina shakes her head, "Yea well I probably should have thought before I opened my mouth."

Quinn smiles, "It's okay San. I'd have said the same thing if I was in your place."

"No you wouldn't have. You'd have started but then you'd have caught yourself."

Sighing Quinn looks at her, "I don't want you tiptoeing around me. I liked that you were being completely 100% Santana. In all honesty I was waiting for the first time someone said something like that."

Rachel walks over and sits on Quinn's other side and places her hand on her forearm, "I think perhaps Santana wishes it wasn't her though to first say it."

Quinn glances at Rachel then back at Santana, "I'm glad it was you though. I'd rather it be my friend, then someone who doesn't give two craps about me."

Santana still looks rather sorry and as if she wants to continue to apologize, but Quinn stops her, "I know you're sorry, but I'm not. I don't mind being single. I mean yea sure it's nice to have someone but I've got three amazing friends, three amazing someones."

Brittany bounces over and hugs Quinn, "It's super cool."

The short brunette smiles, "You don't need a man to feel good and be happy."

Santana smirks, "Yeah, just a sexy sweet woman to make…"

Surprisingly it's Brittany who clamps a hand over the Latina's mouth, "Q you just need to see yourself and just live."

The taller brunette takes hold of Brittany's hand that's over her mouth and places a kiss to it before placing it in her lap, "Whatevs. Q you don't need a guy."

The blonde smiles, amused at her friends' antics, "I'll get by with a little help from my friends?"

She doesn't miss the broad grin forming on Rachel's face, or Santana's "Damn straight."

But as the bell rings signaling the beginning of the school day, Quinn does miss Santana smirking and whispering, "It's show time."

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Parting ways in the hallway, Quinn and Santana walk into their physics class and take their seats as Rachel continues on to her classroom, walking past Finn's locker with a smirk.

45 minutes later marked the end of the first period, which went by relatively normal.

2 minutes later there was a rather loud BANG, followed by complete silence as the student body that was in the hallway at the time falls into a hush. And then as if someone suddenly unmuted the sound, the crowd erupts into fits of laughter and shocked squeals.

Standing at his locker was Finn.

A five foot radius was left empty, students opting to stay away from him, seeing as said radius was filled with pinks and greens, all seeming to originate from his locker.

Finn himself is drenched in said paint, having it drip off his face and down his front onto the puddle quickly forming around his feet.

In the crowd, Puck locks eyes with Rachel from across the hall and once Rachel gives him the heads up he nods and disappears from view.

As the initial shock wears off Quinn immediately turns to look at Santana who had dragged her out of the classroom as soon as the bell sounded, "You planned this!" she says accusingly.

The Latina who had stopped laughing but how continues to smirk as she watches Finn struggle to walk down the hall, says, "Actually I didn't."

Quinn shakes her head and ushers with her hands frantically, "Look at this! This has Santana Lopez written all over it!"

The Latina rolls her eyes and faces Quinn, starting to walk to their next class along with all the other students, "As true as that is, lets me tell you that, this," she points to Finn's locker as they pass it, "wasn't me, though I wish I could take the credit. This is genius. I just helped put the plan into motion."

Quinn looks at her in the eyes a second longer before concluding that she is in fact telling the truth, "Well then who did this? Because no one…Well Puck but…Oh God, Puck."

Santana laughs as she gets her books out of her locker, "If you want to believe that he planned this, okay, that's up to you. But just so you know, if he was behind this, he'd have done something overly illegal and I wouldn't have gone along with it, seeing as I gotsta keep my record clean."

They're ushered to their next class quickly by a few teachers who had caught wind of what happened. The two Cheerios walk into Mr. Schuester's classroom just as the late bell sounds.

Taking her regular seat next to a giddy looking brunette, Santana sits behind them next to Brittany, and as Mr. Schue starts his lesson, the only thought going through Quinn's head is 'who the hell could've planned this, if not S?'

Okay so phase one complete haha reviews please (: Any mistakes are all mine and I'm really sorry if there are any xx