A/N: Thank you as usual to everyone reading, reviewing, and sending in prompts. I wrote some Brettiago smut, so check that out in my profile if you're into that. Someone finally called me out on this story's dire lacking of Nutella, the magical hazelnut spread that goes great on anything and everything, so this chapter contains the stoner staple food! Thanks to AngelenaMarie17 again for the laser tag prompt. This chapter made me so frustrated that my copy of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 is scratched beyond use. D: There have been several calls for angry sex and jealous Santana, and I was a little hesitant to put more angst in this story, but whatever, prompts are meant to be filled, right? So, enjoy your angry sex and the angst that comes with it, and BLAZE ON!

Brittany wakes up the day after her party to find the living room trashed and half of her liquor bottles stolen, which she doesn't find too surprising considering it was an open door party and most of her shady neighbors showed up. Brittany's pretty hungover, but it's nothing a quick bowl of Sour Diesel, a glass of water, and some aspirin can't cure. Quinn's still passed out on the couch at 11AM when Brittany comes back into the living room to smoke another bowl, this time with a very tired looking Santana.

"Yo, Quinnface. Wake up and smoke this bowl with us," Brittany says with a gentle kick to Quinn's side. Quinn pops up immediately at the sound of the word "smoke" and helps Brittany load up the bong.

"Did you have fun last night, Quinn?" Santana asks as Brittany takes the first hit off the bong.

"Yeah, I talked to that Rachel kid for a while before she started spewing everywhere. She's kind of cool." Brittany smiles at Santana and blows a cloud of smoke into her face, handing her the bong.

"Rachel is not cool," Santana says flatly.

"Whatever, she seemed cool to me," Quinn says with a shrug of her shoulders.

"I'm trying very unsuccessfully to get Santana to be friends with Rachel," Brittany says to Quinn as Santana ghosts out a cloud of smoke.

"Hey, maybe you were to drunk to notice, Ms. I-Drank-Half-A-Bottle-Of-Tequila-By-Myself, but I was totally being nice to her last night. I held her hair back and everything."

"You should call her and make sure she's OK. Ask her if she wants to go play laser tag with us later today while you're at it," Brittany says.

"Oh my god! I love laser tag!" Quinn says with a smile as she blows out a smoke ring.

"No one invited you, Quinn," Brittany says with a totally serious look on her face that quickly breaks into a smile. "Just kidding, you can come, Quinn! Invite that Mike guy. I like him."

They finish the bowl talking about who's going to beat who in laser tag, and Quinn pulls a bag of weed out of her pocket to match bowls with Brittany. Soon Brittany's as high as ever, arm over Santana's shoulder, fingers stroking at the soft skin on her upper arm. Santana calls Rachel, who sounds really hungover, but she agrees to go play laser tag with them later that day. Brittany's hit by a severe case of the munchies and goes into the kitchen where she toasts some bread for the three of them. When she brings the plate of toast back to the coffee table, Santana asks to see the jar in her hand.

"Nutella, it's kinda the shit," Brittany says handing it over to Santana who unscrews the top, sticks her finger in, and brings it up to her mouth.

"That's really good," Santana says sticking her finger back in for more.

"Oh my god, Britt. You fell of the wagon again?" Quinn turns to speak to Santana, "Brittany used to be addicted to Nutella. I tried to take her to Nutella rehab."

"But I said no, no, no. I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine," Brittany replies, spreading the Nutella over a piece of toast with a knife. She takes a big bite and rolls her eyes back into her head. OK, maybe she was a bit addicted, but Nutella's totally healthy, right?

After eating, Quinn goes home to shower, and Brittany and her roommates clean up the apartment. Santana gets out Fang's brush and gives him a good brushing which he seems to really enjoy. They spend the afternoon watching Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace, which Santana enjoys more than she originally planned. Brittany's running commentary is hilarious, and Santana had no idea she was dating a Star Wars geek.

Soon they're at the laser tag place with Quinn, Mike, and Rachel. Rachel still looks like she feels like shit, so Santana tries to be nice to her.

"How are you feeling, Rachel?" Santana asks.

"Better. I spent most of the day rehydrating and sleeping. Thanks for helping me out last night. I don't remember much, but I remember you calling me a cab."

"You're welcome," Santana says. Brittany gives her a big thumbs up from where she, Mike, and Quinn are paying for the game, apparently approving of any and all interaction between Santana and Rachel that doesn't end in Rachel crying and/or bleeding. They move into the dark room where they and a group of teenagers are outfitted with laser tag guns and vests that keep track of the score.

"So, you don't get any points for a headshot or anything? That's kinda lame," Mike says aiming his laser tag gun at Quinn's head.

"Whatever, Mike. I'm still going to kick your ass," Quinn says, stroking at her gun like it was a furry pet.

"Person with the lowest score buys everyone a round of drinks after the game," Brittany says closing an eye and aiming down her sights.

"I think she's talking to you, Rachel," Santana smirks. Santana may not be an expert with firearms, real or fake, but she's pretty sure she's better than Rachel who's currently going through a stretch routine like she's worried about pulling a muscle.

The game starts, and everyone splits off into the blacklight lit obstacle course. Brittany makes for the highest ground, hoping to snipe people off from above. Santana heads for a boxed in corner where she can see a heavy traffic intersection without being spotted. Quinn goes into super stealth mode and tags Mike as he makes his way to the other side of the course over a rope wall, but when Quinn tries to head Mike off, he's waiting for her, and point one shows up on the big board on the wall. Rachel is nowhere to be found, though she somehow has managed to shoot down Santana twice already. This gets Santana royally pissed off, and she cuts across the course, nearly runs over Quinn, but draws quicker and gets on the board. Brittany's already sniped down four of the teenagers who are running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It's almost too easy for Brittany, a master at first person shooter video games, but she's totally wishing she had a flashbang to throw because she spots Santana with her back turned below her stalking one of the teenagers. She settles for quickly sniping them both down.

Brittany checks the leaderboard to see she's in first place, but while she's distracted a very intense looking Rachel Berry sneaks up on her from behind and shoots her point blank. Brittany scurries off to the safe zone to reenter the game, and soon she's on Santana's tail chasing her around a maze of walls and ladders. Santana finally hears her, ducks behind a corner, and they have a shootout that Santana somehow manages to win. Mike steals away Brittany's sniper's hole and picks off a group of teenagers and Quinn who was on her way to shooting them all Rambo style. Mike takes the lead away from Brittany at this point. Santana looks up to see that she's in last place. She spots Rachel across the course and manages a long shot that hits her in the back. Now Quinn's in last. Santana spots Brittany's bright green hightops glowing in the dark and follows them to a dead end where Brittany's waiting to shoot her with her laser tag gun.

"Well, fuck," Santana says dropping her gun down to her side and moving to return to the safe zone to reenter the game. Brittany blows her a kiss as she passes and Santana can only roll her eyes in response. Santana gets indirect revenge immediately as Quinn shoots Brittany from where she's kneeling next to the rope ladder. Santana's back in last place, and she really doesn't like to lose, so she puts on her best game face and makes a move to get to the sniper's nest. She shoots Mike out of it after stealthily climbing the long ladder. She can see the whole course from this vantage point, and quickly picks off all six of the teenagers who apparently suck at this game because they're all behind the other group on the leaderboard.

Rachel shoots down Brittany and Quinn in quick succession, then moves on to clear the next area. She looks up at the leaderboard to see that she's not far behind Mike and Brittany. Rachel spots Santana in the sniper's nest, but she's too late because Santana's already got her. Santana's now way ahead of Quinn, who apparently has decided to camp out next to the safe zone and pick people off as they exit it. It turns out to be a good strategy and Quinn's quickly gaining on Santana again.

Santana gets Rachel one last time at point blank range, and the horn sounds to end the game. They file back into the waiting room to return their guns and vest and gather around to take a look at the final placings on the leaderboard.

"Fuck this bullshit. I'm not buying you bitches drinks," Santana says looking really annoyed.

"Yes, you are, San. I'll get the next round if it'll make you feel better though," Brittany replies. Mike barely edged out Brittany and Rachel to take first place and looks very satisfied with himself.

"So what was that you were saying about kicking my ass, Quinn?" Mike says as he saunters over to the bar with the rest of the group. Santana gamely pays for the first round of shots, and Brittany gets them one more round before they split up and go their separate ways.

Brittany takes Santana out to a sushi bar downtown for dinner, and they spend the night watching Star War: Episode II – Attack of the Clones which even Brittany has to admit kinda sucks.

"That Jar Jar guy is probably the most annoying movie character ever," Santana notes as the credits roll and Brittany stretches out and yawns from where she's lying beneath Santana. Brittany nods and kisses Santana on the cheek as they stand up, turn off the TV, and head back into the bedroom.

They change into their sleepwear and end up kissing for a while before Brittany leans back, yawns big again, cuddles up into Santana's side, and closes her eyes. If Santana had been looking to get some action tonight, she apparently wasn't going to be getting it. Santana flips off the bedside lamp and wraps her arms around Brittany, but just as she's drifting off to sleep Brittany's phone starts to ring.

"Who the hell is calling you at midnight on a Sunday, Britt?" Santana asks.

"Dunno, check for me, I'm asleep." Santana rolls her eyes at Brittany's obvious lie and reaches over for her phone.

"Who's Jessica? And why does her name have little hearts around it?"

"Ex-girlfriend, thought I deleted her from my phone," Brittany mumbles turning over.

Santana, never one to shy away from confrontation, answers the phone before it can go to voicemail.

"Hi, this is Brittany's girlfriend. Stop calling, we're trying to sleep." She abruptly snaps the phone shut. Santana sets Brittany's phone back on the nightstand, rolls over, and tries to get back to sleep, but she's suddenly wide awake. She and Brittany have yet to talk about their past relationships (honestly Santana could go without ever having to tell Brittany she fucked half the guys in her graduating class), but now Santana can't stop thinking about Brittany's ex who apparently thinks it's a good idea to call her this late on a Sunday night. What she called to say, Santana doesn't know, but she does know she's going to have to follow up on this tomorrow. Santana eventually drifts off to a very unrestful sleep.

The next day in class Santana is distracted. She tries to think of a way to bring this up with Brittany on the phone that night. When Santana comes storming back into her dorm room, Rachel notices immediately she's upset.

"Do I need to leave? You look like you're about to hit someone, and I don't want that someone to be me," Rachel says backing away toward the door.

"No, stay. I need to ask your advice," Santana says sitting down on Rachel's bed across from her.

"...OK," Rachel says warily.

"Brittany got a call from her ex-girlfriend late last night. I answered it and told her to fuck off, of course. Brittany said she had deleted her number from her phone, but her name came up with little hearts and shit around it."

"She would know if she really deleted that number. People usually make a big deal out of deleting their exes' numbers."

"But Brittany and I have a totally honest relationship, so that can't be true."

"Please, I have a carton of eggs, but that doesn't mean I'm the Easter Bunny," Rachel quips rolling her eyes. "I'm not saying Brittany's lying to you, but if I were you, I'd check out her call log, maybe read a few texts when she's not around."

"I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable doing that," Santana says starting to feel more than a bit worried.

"It's either that or let her know that you don't trust her, or do nothing, that might work too."

"No, I need to know if something's going on."

"Then check her phone."

"OK, thanks, Rachel," Santana leans in for an awkward hug, and Rachel's a bit shocked that this is even happening.

"Yeah, anytime," Rachel says as Santana pulls back.

Santana and Rachel eat dinner together in the dorm's cafeteria for the first time ever that night, and when Santana calls Brittany that night to talk she doesn't go outside like she usually does.

It's Friday evening before Santana sees Brittany again. Brittany looks excited as usual to see her, but Santana keeps Rachel's advice in mind and looks for the right moment to snatch up Brittany's phone and do some covert investigating.

When Brittany takes Fang outside to use the restroom, Santana makes her move. She quickly opens up Brittany's phone and notices right away that she's got a new message. It's from a friend from work that Santana's already met, so Santana ignores it and goes to the call log.

What Santana finds there makes her stomach drop to the floor. Brittany has definitely been calling her ex. Santana makes a quick count of the number of times she's called her ex, and the total comes up to three. She notices the little hearts around her name are gone though. Santana quickly makes her way to Brittany's outbox and has to scroll through tons of messages to herself before she finds one addressed to Jessica, Brittany's ex.

wanna meet up tomorrow?

Santana feels pressure building at her temples, and her hands start to tremble a bit with anger. There was no way in hell this can be right. Brittany loves her, Santana knows this. Santana throws the phone down on the coffee table, brings her head to her hands, and tries to reason this out. Just because Brittany's been meeting up with her ex behind her back doesn't mean she's cheating on Santana, but it sure seems like it. She hears the door open and Brittany's back. Santana puts on her best poker face, and tries to act cool.

"There's an ice cream truck outside. I'm going to get a bomb pop, do you want anything?" Brittany asks.

"No, thanks," Santana says with a smile getting up to follow Brittany outside.

Santana picks up Fang's tennis ball and bounces it onto the pavement as Brittany pays the guy in the ice cream truck. Santana launches the tennis ball over Fang's head and watches as he chases after it. Santana's feeling a bit nauseated and her hands are still shaking a bit, so she shoves them into the pockets on her shorts. When Fang brings the tennis ball back and Brittany sits down on the curb to eat her popsicle, Santana is still obsessing over what she just saw on Brittany's phone. Santana knows she should just confront Brittany about it right now, but Santana's afraid to know the truth.

Santana tries to put the situation out of her mind as she and Brittany settle back into the couch to watch Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of The Sith. When Brittany pulls Santana close into her side to cuddle, Santana lets her, not wanting Brittany to catch on. After the movie, Brittany makes them dinner and afterwords rolls up a fat blunt for dessert.

Santana thinks again about bringing up what she saw on Brittany's phone as Brittany lights the blunt, but again decides against it. Brittany seems to notice the weight on Santana's mind and moves in closer and brings Santana's head around to face her.

"What's up? You seem distant," Brittany say blowing out a stream of white smoke toward the ceiling.

"Nothing, just thinking about school work," Santana lies. Brittany narrows her eyes like she sees right through this, but drops the topic seeing that whatever it is Santana doesn't want to talk about it. They continue smoking the blunt in relative silence, and Santana feels her anger coming back in a strong wave as Brittany's phone buzzes with a new text. Brittany picks it up, writes back a short response, and sets her phone back down like it was nothing.

"Who was that?" Santana asks breathing out a cloud of smoke.

"Quinn. Wanted to let me know she got some Northern Lights in." This sounds believable to Santana, but she can't help the nagging suspicion that tugs at her.

They finish the blunt, and Brittany's hands start to wander over Santana's body. Santana has mixed feelings about it; it feels good to have Brittany's hands running up and down her legs, but at the same time Santana's thinking about pulling back and taking the bus back to her dorm. When Brittany leans in and kisses her, Santana pushes back hard trying to pour all her anger and hurt into the kiss. Santana bites hard at Brittany's lip, runs her tongue over it, and tastes a hint of blood. Santana pushes Brittany further back into the couch and straddles her hips. She continues her assault on Brittany, hands coming up to grip her roughly by the shoulders as she works her tongue into Brittany's open mouth. After kissing fast and aggressively for a minute, Santana gets up off Brittany, and practically drags her by the arm to her bedroom.

When Santana almost rips her own shirt off and pulls Brittany's over her head in a quick motion, Brittany thinks about stopping things and asking Santana what the fuck is going on, but she's too turned on to do so. So, she lets Santana push her hard down into the bed, and climb over her body a severely pissed off look on her face. When Santana kisses her again it's bruisingly hard. Santana works Brittany out of her bra, quickly tugs her basketball shorts and underwear off, and leans down to bite hard at her nipple.

"Fuck. That hurts, San," Brittany hisses out, hand coming up to grab Santana by the hair and attempt to pull her back. Santana stays put and continues nibbling, making her way over to Brittany's other breast. The pain makes Brittany wince and jerk. Santana jumps up, strips the rest of her clothes off in a second, grabs the strap on, and slips it on.

Santana wastes no time at all and thrusts hard up into Brittany, grabbing her roughly by the breasts. The strap on pushes in, and she holds herself out at arm's length as she pushes harshly all the way in. Santana couldn't give a fuck if she gets Brittany off right now, she just wants to watch the pain register on her face from above. Brittany's still in a bit of pain as Santana starts to rock her hips, but it quickly fades as Santana pulls Brittany's legs up high in the air, leans back, and starts working her torso back and forth faster and faster. Santana digs her nails hard into Brittany's calves where she's holding them up in the air until she sees Brittany's eye twitch in pain. She's rocking hard back and forth hard, and her breathing is coming out shallow and fast.

Brittany's moaning below her like she's enjoying this just as much, but Santana decides to switch things up a bit. She uses all the strength she can muster to pick Brittany up in her arms and carry her, strap on still inside her, over to the desk. She quickly knocks everything off the desk, turns Brittany over, and mashes her face down into the top of the desk restarting her thrusting motions from behind. Santana grasps Brittany by the hips with the hand that's not holding her bent over the desk. She picks up her pace, and brings her hand down hard over Brittany's ass, loving the loud smack that fills the room. Santana wraps a hand up in Brittany's blonde hair and jerks her head back roughly as she thrusts as hard and fast as she can. She hears Brittany come undone with a deep groan, and Santana gives one last hard smack to Brittany's butt before she abruptly pulls out, gets rid of the strap on, hurriedly gets dressed, and walks out the door, slamming it shut behind herself leaving Brittany still sprawled naked over the desk trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Santana goes into the living room picks up a cigarillo with the tobacco still in it, lights it, and walks out the front door in a huff. She feels a bit better after fucking Brittany like that, and a lot of her pent up frustration is gone. But she walks over to Quinn's just the same. She wants to get some information and knows that Quinn has it.

She sits on the curb outside Quinn's until she's done smoking the 'rillo and ignores it when her phone rings. She knows it's Brittany and really isn't in the frame of mind to talk to her. Santana gets up and knocks on Quinn's door. For a moment she thinks maybe she's not home, but after a minute the door opens.

"What the fuck is up with you?" Quinn asks as Santana stomps into the living room and takes a seat on the leather couch.

"Ugh, I don't want to talk about it. I just need some information out of you."

"This doesn't sound good," Quinn says eyeing Santana warily.

"What do you know about Brittany's ex-girlfriend?"

"Which one?" Santana rolls her eyes.

"Jessica." The name brings up more anger to the front of Santana's mind.

"She was cool," Quinn says with a shrug. "They met in a dance class. Dated for a couple months then broke up. Mutual Brittany said. That was last fall."

"When was the last time you heard Brittany talk about her?"

"It's been a long time. Several months. Why? What's going on?"

"None of your business, Quinn," Santana says as she gets up and moves to leave.

"You're welcome!" Quinn yells at Santana's back as she leaves.

Santana has no idea what to do now. Quinn wasn't too helpful, and she's not sure she's ready to confront Brittany about this yet. She thinks for a moment about calling Rachel and asking for more advice, but decides to just head back to Brittany's and get this over with.

When she opens the door, Brittany's waiting for her in the kitchen.

"What the fuck is going on, Santana?" Santana just sighs, moves into the living room, and sits down on the couch.

"I went through your phone today after you got that call on Sunday."

"Why are you going through my phone? That's not cool, San."

"Not cool? Not cool is meeting up with your ex-girlfriend behind my back to do God knows what," Santana spits out, her tone turning angry and her voice rising.

"You've got it all wrong, Santana. I'm helping her and her dance troupe with some choreography. She's paying me. It's all professional. We don't even talk about anything but dancing."

"I'm not sure I believe that at this point. You told me you deleted her number. And why didn't she call during regular business hours?"

"You think I'm lying to you? Since when don't you trust me? This is fucked up, Santana. I said I thought I deleted because I did. She must have stayed in my phone somehow. We only started working together on Tuesday when she called me back. I don't know why she called so late, I didn't think to ask."

"If that's true, why didn't you just tell me in the first place?"

"I didn't realize I needed to run my whole client list by you." Brittany looks offended and just as upset as Santana.

"You do when they're your ex-girlfriends. I thought that would be obvious."

"Whatever, Santana. I should have told you, you're right, but you totally crossed a line going through my phone and accusing me like this." Santana sighs deep. She knows Brittany's right.

"I'm sorry, Brittany, OK?" Santana whispers out looking at the floor. To Santana's surprise Brittany just wraps her up and pulls her close.

"You know I love you, San. I can't believe you would even think I was doing something like that behind your back."

"I just..." Santana starts moving further into Brittany's arms "I just got scared. You're my world, Brittany, and once the seed of doubt was planted in my mind, I couldn't stop," Santana says feeling her eyes well up with tears. Brittany rubs at her back and places a little kiss on the top of her head.

"I understand, babe. Let's just agree to talk about it next time instead of going behind each other's backs. And I'm sorry, too. I'll tell you next time." Santana nods and leans up and kisses Brittany with all the love she feels. Santana wipes away a lone tear and laughs.

"I feel kind of stupid now."

"Don't. Besides the sex was hot," Brittany says with another kiss to Santana's lips.

"The sex is always hot, I don't know what you're talking about," Santana laughs.

They cuddle on the couch and talk for a long time, and Santana feels like a huge weight has been lifted off her chest. She apologizes again, and Brittany tells her not to worry about it.

When they have sex again later that night it's infinitely more gentle, and Santana can see the love in Brittany's eyes as she rocks back and forth into her. They continues kissing late into the night until Santana feels herself become too tired to kiss anymore. She rolls back into Brittany's arms with one last "I love you," then drifts off to a peaceful sleep.