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Making Up is Hard to Do

Brittany's POV

I actually take my own car to school today. Usually San would just pick me up but I need to distance myself from her. It's just too hard. I sent her a text saying not to pick me up. She hasn't stop calling or texting me since I left. I eventually just turned my phone off altogether.

I grab my bag out of the passenger seat and walk into school. I reach my locker. Luckily I got here earlier than usual so I have a lesser chance of seeing Santana. "Surprised you and striker star aren't together. Aren't you two like, joined at the hip?" I look out from my locker to see Erica, one of our forwards. We don't talk much but she seems nice.

"Yeah, well, I needed space." I give a simple answer.

"Well, I just wanted to congratulate you on the game the other night seeing as we didn't have practice yesterday and didn't get the chance. You were amazing out there. I mean not that you usually aren't." She seems a little nervous.

"Uh, thanks, Erica. You had a great goal. You're the only one who ever scores besides Santana." My chest clenches as I finally say my best friend's name for the first time today.

"Thanks." She blushes. "Helps being a lefty. And I can't believe that girl attacked you though. Are you okay?" She seems genuinely concerned and she touches my arm lightly.

"Yeah, I'll be ok. No worries." I see Santana coming down the hallway with a questioning look. I realize Erica's hand is still on my arm. "So, I'll see you at practice."

"Yeah, see you at practice." She smiles and I close my locker. Walking away briskly to my first period class.

I guess I've got another friend on the team besides Quinn that isn't San. Could make my life easier.

I get to class and drop my books on my desk. I've still got 10 minutes til class starts and no one's in here.

"Britt." I stand corrected. I turn and see Santana standing in the doorway. She shuts the door so we can talk privately. I forgot that we have first period together. Crap. "Why haven't you returned my texts or calls?"

"I turned my phone off. And you know why." I glare at her pointedly.

"Britt, I told you I'm so incredibly sorry. And what's with you and Erica anyways? Since when did you two get all cozy?" Ah jealous cranky Santana is back.

"San…are you jealous?" I ask curiously and she freezes. She was so jealous.

"No, pft, no. I'm not jealous. I just don't want her to get her lesbionic hands all over you. Like convert you or something." She tries to cover up. She's so in denial. Maybe I can eventually bring it out of her.

"Wow, San, a backstabber and a homophobe, you're really making it up to me now." I roll my eyes and scoff.

"Britt, I'm sorry ok? It's just I don't want to lose you. You're my best friend." I sigh and look down. It's so hard resisting this girl. "Please Britt? At least try? If not me, for the team and for Quinn? You know how much she hates being in the middle." San pouts slightly and my resolve breaks.

"Fine." I sigh out. "For Q."

Santana grins and pulls me close into a bonecrushing hug, "Thank you, Britt. I promise I'll be there. I promise."

"Yeah, yeah." The warning bell rings and people file in. I just hope I made the right decision in taking her back so quickly. Will she hurt me again?

The day passes by quickly and before we know it's time for Glee. I sit down in the back and Santana sits by my side. Quinn looks at us suspiciously just like she did during lunch, but she hasn't said anything yet. Everyone else seems to be passing my outburst off as nothing.

"Alright guys, did you get the scrimmage set up?" Mr. Shue asks.

"Yeah, we decided to get it done after the big rival game. Coach Sue wouldn't let us if it interfered with our mindset towards the big game next week." Santana says while glancing in my direction.

"Good job, guys. And thanks to Puck who thought of it." I grit my teeth and calm myself.

"Actually, Puckerman has something to say. Don't you Puck." Santana growls out at her boyfriend.

He sighs, "Okay, maybe I didn't think of the idea. Brittany did. Santana told me about it."

I look at her shocked and Santana offers me a smile. Everyone murmurs their sorrys and we get on discussing assignments and up coming numbers. I lean over to Santana and whisper, "It's a start." She smiles at me. We glance at Quinn who's not in her usual spot next to Finn but next to me instead. She smiles softly at us. The Unholy Trinity is back in action.

Practice begins and I clear my mind of all drama filled thoughts. Erica smiles and waves at me while I'm in goal and I smile back before we start the 2 on 2 matches. Two defenders against two offensive players. I see Santana's paired up with Erica and my smile doesn't go unnoticed. Erica passes it over to Santana who for once passes it back. Into Erica's stomach. Erica keels over.

"Lopez! What the heck was that?" Coach Sue sounds off from her megaphone.

"Sorry coach, I was just pumped up for the game. Couldn't control the power of my pass." Santana smirks down at Erica.

"Hmm…I like the fire, Lopez." Coach Sue looks at Erica. "Troy! Get up, it didn't hurt that much you giant baby."

Erica gets up and her eyes narrow. Oh boy. This could get messy.

About an hour later, we're all panting and a few have passed out from Coach Sue's full field sprints. "Alright you lazy bums, get off my field. See you early tomorrow morning for Saturday practice." People start packing up and I jog over to my bag behind the net.

"You were great out there, Britt." Erica walks up, smiling and leaning against the post of the goal.

"Thanks, Erica. Sorry that pass hit you that hard. That had to hurt. I've been the victim of her shots." I chuckle softly.

"Yeah. I don't know what's been up with her. She keeps glaring at me."

"Probably has to do with you suddenly talking to me. Which is great, but why now?" I look up at her. Everyone else has cleared the field into the locker room.

"I don't know. I just thought you were cute and finally got the guts to actually talk to you not on the soccer field. It was one of the moments when Santana wasn't playing your guard dog and I took it." She shrugs.

I smile, "I'm cute, huh?" She blushes. "We'll when you blush you make yourself pretty cute too." She goes an even deeper red.

"So…before I completely lose my confidence and start acting like an idiot around you, I'd like to do something." She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I'm shocked but eventually reciprocate the kiss. Her hands entangle themselves in my hair and I press her up against the goal post. We pull away and I smile softly.

"Britt!" Santana yells from across the field. I don't know if she saw that kiss or not. I don't know if I wanted her to or not either. "We're staying after for penalty shot practice." I sigh, typical. No asking, just practicing. But hey, got to get ready for the big game.

"I uh…should go." Erica mumbles out. "I'll talk to you later, maybe?" She smiles and hurries off.

I sigh and lean against the goal post, Santana dribbles her ball up to the PK mark. "Alright, let's do this." I flex my gloves and look at my posts when the ball hits me in the side of the head, luckily it was a warm up shot and she didn't go full force.

"San? What the hell?" I shout at her.

"Sorry, thought you were ready." She growls out. "Or were you fantasizing about your newest lover?" I chuck the ball back at her and she kicks it back at me. I catch it getting closer and chuck it back at her. It bounces off her and she kicks it back at me, stepping forward. I hold the ball standing inches away from her. We glare at each other and then almost simultaneously we grab each other and lock our lips. We're both angry and breathing heavily. I'm grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to me as she digs into my back with her nails. We separate and push away from each other and glare again.

"She's not my lover, San. She kissed me out of the blue just now okay? I've barely talked to her." I've suddenly needed to give her an explanation. "Are you jealous or something?"

Her eyes soften, "Yeah, B. I'm jealous. I'm jealous that she's going to take you away from me." I can tell that's not the whole truth but it's a start.

"She could never take me away from you." I brush hair out of her face. "You're my best friend." I pull her into a hug and she sighs. "I missed you, San. Being away from you is too hard."

"Missed you too, Britt." She smiles into my neck.