I hope you enjoy the chapter! Trying to slowly develop their relationship and yet still be true to the main events of Season One, i.e. Quinn getting pregnant. This chapter focuses more on Santana and Quinn as Santana wasn't there for her much during her pregnancy that we saw and yet according to Glee S3 E1, their 'besties for life'. Needed to develop their friendship more.

"Faster! Harder! Come on ladies," Coach shouted through her microphone. "You think this is hard? Try giving birth to triplets underwater, that's hard!"

Santana did a backwards somersault in unison with the other cheerleaders as Quinn was thrown upwards and did a pike. Santana then was lifted into the air by three guys and stretched her leg above her head. Brittany was parallel to her performing the same move flawlessly. Santana twisted backwards and landed into a guy's arms. He started to spin her round as Quinn was launched into the air again. A cheerio performed multiple flips backwards through them as they posed in their end positions when the music stopped.

"Second-rate dancers!" Coach yelled at them. "Hit the showers. If I don't win nationals all of you will lose your scholarships. Think about that before going home and stuffing your faces with fries!"

Santana leaned over a nursed a stitch. They had performed that routine ten times straight and it took the crap out of her. She put her arm around Brittany and they walked slowly towards the girls' locker room.

As they entered they spotted Quinn collecting her things.

"Are you not having a shower?" Santana asked her.

"No," Quinn replied. "I need to get home. Something I've got to do."

She walked away, her right hand clutching her stomach. Santana shrugged and entered a shower cubicle. She placed her towel over the side, took off all her clothes and turned the hot water on. Just what she needed.

"Do you think coach is an alien?" Brittany asked rubbing shampoo into her hair. She was in the shower cubicle next to her.

"What?" Santana questioned.

"She never seems to get tired during rehearsals."

"That's because she just stands there," Santana argued. "She doesn't have to do any of the work and she gets all the glory."

A couple of cheerleaders awkwardly entered the shower cubicles and slowly took their tops off. They were still anxious about showering naked.

Brittany squeezed more shampoo into her hand and Santana turned around. She closed her eyes as she felt two hands rub through her hair and all the tension leave her body.

"Done."

Santana stuck her head under the water and washed the shampoo away.

"Thanks, Brittany."

The next day Santana ached slightly at school. She hoped cheerleading practice would be cancelled due to Coach spending all her time scheming on how to destroy the Glee Club. Though if she did, no doubt Santana would end up being involved. And Brittany. And Quinn. But she doubted she would get such luck.

"Hey Quinn," Santana said stopping by her locker for a catch-up. "Where's Finn?"

They had been so inseparable recently that Santana had hardly seen Quinn outside school. Not that she minded as it was better when it was just her and Brittany. Also how had Quinn not broken her vow of celibacy yet? The meetings were becoming rare but Quinn still maintained that her and Finn just kissed and then prayed when together. Boring. Santana would shrivel up and die without more. It must be nice to get an orgasm from the mere touch of someone's lips…

"Hey Quinn," Santana repeated. "You there?" Quinn shook herself out of her trance and looked to Santana. Her eyes were blood shot and her face slightly swollen as if she had been crying.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she muttered, walking away. Strange. Santana wondered whether to follow her but decided to go to the source instead.

"Hey Finn-wrecker," Santana said. "What have you done to Quinn?"

"Why? What's wrong with her?" Finn asked, taking his books out of his locker.

"She's like broken," Santana replied. "You two haven't had a fight?"

"I don't remember one…" Finn muttered. "I'll go find her."

"Mhmm." Santana watched him walk away. She put her worries about Quinn at rest. Finn would sort it.

"Matthew Rutherford," Santana grinned as she sat opposite him during lunch with Brittany. She watched enviously as he stuffed seven fries into his mouth at once. They were still on their cheerio's shake diet. Unsatisfying was an understatement. At least she looked good.

"Hi," Matt muttered nervously as Brittany winked at him.

"So listen I've got this feeling that you might actually win your next football game," Santana explained. "I mean it's about time, right?"

"You can't lose them all," Brittany chipped in.

"And if we do win then I want you to have a celebration at yours."

"Why mine?" Matt asked.

"Why not? Look, I wants to get my drinking on and you've got a big house," Santana replied. "And I heard your brother can score us some beer."

"We would be really grateful if you could," Brittany whispered. "Really grateful."

Matt swallowed slowly and nodded.

"Good jock," Santana said. "Good luck at the game."

Santana stood up, took Brittany's pinkie and they walked away together. It was about time they had another party. They moved to another table and sat with the rest of the cheerleaders. It was where they belonged in the lunch hall.

"I'll be right back, Britts," Santana said, moving a strand of Brittany's hair behind her ear. "Bathroom break."

Santana left the canteen and walked towards the toilets. However she paused when she saw Puck. It had been a while…

"Hey Puck, after school… my house?" Santana asked, blocking his way down the corridor.

"No thanks."

Santana paused for a moment, confused. She had never been turned down before and it took her a second to process Puck's answer. He seemed distracted, not making eye contract with her. Something was definitely on his mind; she had never known him to not put his wants first. He never said no and she never said no. It was their thing.

"Is this about me dumping your sweet ass last week?" Santana asked.

"No," Puck spat. "Not everything is about you, you know."

Puck walked off back down the corridor. Santana stormed after him ready to pounce! How could he say that?

She was about to call him out publically when she suddenly stopped and turned around. Someone was crying… in the janitor's closet. And she recognised the voice.

Checking that no one was watching her, Santana dashed into the small room and shut the door behind her. Finding the light switch, she spotted the blonde girl on the floor. Her knees were pressed up against her chest and her face was buried in them.

"Quinn, what are you doing here?"

"I just needed to get away for a minute." Quinn lifted her head and started wiping her eyes.

"And you couldn't use the locker room like everyone else?"

Quinn shook her head and wiped her tears away again. She was unable to stop them flowing. Santana kneeled in front of her.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just go, Santana. Please go."

Santana had seen Quinn cry quite a few times over the years but something was different now. Her whimpers were less dramatic and she knew something had been bothering her as she had been so short tempered lately. Family problems? Coach Sylvester problems? Awkwardly Santana placed her hand on Quinn's knee. She had no idea how to help. But she knew someone who could.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked as Santana took out her phone.

"Just texting Brittany so she knows where we are."

"There you go again, rubbing your friendship in my face," Quinn suddenly snapped, slapping Santana's hand off her knee. "I get it, okay? Brittany is your best friend and I'm not. Well congratulations on finding someone who's willing to put up with you. We're not all so lucky."

"Look Quinn, I don't know what the fuck is wrong but don't go taking it out on me. I'm trying to help."

"If I need someone useless I'll go find Puck."

"Fine."

Santana stormed out of the closet slamming the door behind her. What was it today with people insulting her?

Suddenly Santana fell as Finn knocked her walking past. It was as if he hadn't noticed she was there. Regaining her balance Santana marched after Finn and was about slap him when she felt a pair of arms wrap round her waist and restrain her.

"Watch where you're going next time, pastry bag!" Santana yelled after him. "I will end you!"

Fuming, she turned around to see it was Brittany who had stopped her.

"You didn't text me because you want to take on Finn, did you?" Brittany asked her seriously. "Because then I think we'd need more people… and a tranquilising gun."

"Quinn's in there," Santana said, gesturing towards the closet. Brittany looked shocked.

"Who's she in there with?" she asked grinning.

"What? No, no one. She's crying," Santana replied. "Why, do you think the janitor's closet would be a good place to take someone to make-out with during school?" Interesting. Santana should bare this in mind.

"Why's she crying?" Brittany asked.

"She wouldn't tell me."

"I hope she has tissues. You can't cry without them."

Bravely, Brittany began to twist the handle of the door but then stopped when she heard Quinn shout, "I can hear you, you know. Leave me alone!" She had never been one for confrontations.

"Should we get Miss Pillsbury?"

"Think it'd be best just to leave her," Santana replied. "If she's not out of there by cheerleading practice I'll just tell coach she's resigned."

Knowing Quinn heard her comment, Santana went to the bathroom with Brittany. Finally she made it. Quinn would come out eventually and then she would confront her again.

Predictably Quinn did turn up to cheerleading practice but she was still depressed. She didn't talk at all and as soon as it was over she sped off again.

Santana was now sat in Brittany's bed feeling very worried. And she didn't get worried. She and Brittany were about to go to sleep. They had school in the morning. Santana had been helping Brittany with her maths homework.

"Maybe she's finally watched Bambie?" Brittany suggested, lying down. "Remember, I cried for two weeks when her mother died."

Santana shook her head.

"Or maybe a robber's stolen all of her stuffed toys!"

"Is this Quinn's worst nightmare or yours?"

Brittany turned in the bed to face Santana. She propped her head up with her right hand.

"It has to be something big to get Quinn all worked up," Santana thought. Suddenly her eyes widened. She had it! She knew what was wrong!

"She lost it!" Santana exclaimed. "She totally lost her Big V! That's it!"

"Why's that such a big deal?" Brittany asked. "I lost mine to you."

Santana smirked, trying not to lose her train of thought.

"Because she's President of the Celibacy Club," Santana explained. "She broke her vow! That must be it."

Brittany thought for a second as Santana laid down on her back. Brittany moved her comforter over her.

"What about Puck?"

"He was probably just mad at me. What could he possibly have to do with her problem?"

Santana grinned at her own brilliance. She had cracked it! Now she could finally get to sleep without Quinn's problems bugging her.

Santana rested her head against Brittany's chest and smiled as a hand stroked up and down her arm. They were tired after another intense cheerleading practice and Brittany had stated she just wanted Santana to come round to help her. Nothing more. Santana didn't mind - they didn't always have to make-out. Just being in the company of her best friend was enough.

The next day Santana spotted Quinn running down the corridor away from Puck. He must have been giving her grief. Her turn.

Santana blocked her from the school's exit. It was pouring down with rain outside – she could afford wait a minute before braving it.

"Going somewhere?" Santana questioned.

"I left something in my car," Quinn lied, tears starting to fall down her face.

"But I've been meaning to congratulate you..."

"For what?"

"Getting on Finn's bones," Santana replied. "And joining us sinners. How's it feel?"

"Do you know something, Santana?" Quinn asked. "Or are you just trying to annoy me?"

"Are you denying it?"

"Yes."

Santana thought for a moment. Maybe something else was wrong with Quinn? She had been so sure.

"Now if you excuse me I really have to go," Quinn stated, squeezing past Santana out of the school doors and running towards the parking lot.

Santana was considering following her but decided against it. The rain would totally ruin her hair. But she had to find out what was wrong.

"You just been speaking to Quinn?" Puck walked up to her and asked. "Did she mention me?"

"No. Why would she?"

"It doesn't matter. But I want to apologise," Puck continued. "For the way I behaved yesterday. Quinn was being off with me, I didn't know why and I took it out on you."

"What is it with you two recently? Anyone would think you're secretly hooking up," Santana stated. She laughed, like that would ever happen.

"She's just going through a hard time," Puck explained. "She'll be fine."

"I didn't ask for her life story," Santana snapped. "And yes, you're forgiven. Just make it up to me sometime. In fact I've persuaded Matt to have a party at his tonight after the game so maybe…"

Santana suddenly spotted Brittany hanging with some other cheerleaders down the hall.

"Got to go," she said, running after Brittany. Upon catching up with her, she looped their pinkies together and pulled her in the other direction.

"Next class is this way," she whispered.

Holy. Sweet. Hell.

You could watch Santana for a whole week, be blind to all her flirting with guys and present for the make-out sessions with Brittany and you would think she was the straightest person ever compared to this.

As there was definitely nothing gayer than what Santana was witnessing right now: her high school football team dancing to Beyonce - and during a game!

She didn't know whether to carry on cheerleading or break down into a fit of laughter.

"What are they doing?" Brittany whispered in her ear.

"No idea," Santana replied.

They started chuckling as the football players patted their hips and spun round. Then suddenly Finn launched forward, grabbed the ball and threw it across the pitch towards a team mate who grabbed it and successfully outran the opposition. They'd scored!

Quinn, Santana and Brittany raised their pompoms in the air and shouted words of encouragement. Santana hadn't grilled Quinn since earlier as miraculously she seemed a lot happier. She was cheering Finn and laughing with the other girls.

"Kurt! Kurt!" Brittany started chanting as Kurt prepared to kick the ball across the pitch. If he did it then the football team would've successfully won their first game of the season. And Matt would have his house party.

Suddenly the music blared again as Kurt danced up to the ball and booted it across the field. The audience, stunned, were silent for a second before cheering wildly. Kurt was picked up by the football players and praised. They had won! Finn ran over to Quinn who kissed him passionately. She was definitely feeling better. Though Santana felt sick at the sight of watching them.

She turned just in time to catch Brittany who leapt into her arms, cheering. She wrapped her legs around her waist and hugged her tight.

"We won!"

"Brittany!" Santana tumbled backwards and they both fell onto the floor in a heap. Tangled in Brittany limbs, Santana waited for her to sit up before she hit Brittany on the head with her pompoms and grinned. They kept eye contact with each other for a minute smiling. When Santana looked up she saw Matt towering over them.

"My mum said I couldn't have a party," he stated looking worried. "I'm sorry." He quickly walked away, scared in how Santana might react.

"Damn," Santana thought out loud. "Fat lot of use he was. I really wanted a party. What are we going to do now for fun?"

"I have an idea… Matt! Matt!" Brittany called. She ran up to him and suggested he should take them to Breadsticks. And he agreed! Well why wouldn't he when Brittany practically rubbed her chest against him while suggesting the idea?

They hopped in Matt's car and Santana soon found herself at Breadsticks. She sat down next to Brittany at a table with Matt facing them.

"I'm thinking about joining Glee Club," Matt informed them when their pasta dishes arrived. Santana was dipping chunks of breadsticks into hers'. "I think the music is definitely why we won and I like to dance."

"Fluke is why you won," Santana corrected him. "The football team sucks."

"Good job Kurt is good with balls," Brittany spoke. What? Santana started choking on her food and had to wash it down with her coke. Brittany patted her on the back.

"Thanks BrittBritt," Santana choked, sipping more of her drink.

Brittany hadn't even realised what she just said. But Matt had. He was staring at his food, frozen. He had been midway through eating a meatball before Brittany and her comment happened.

"And have you noticed when Kurt sings his teeth disappear?" Brittany continued. Santana nodded.

"He sings like a three year old with a nappy rash," she added.

"You've got a really good voice," Brittany stated. "Mr Schue should give you a solo." Santana's leg rubbed against Brittany's under the table. It was by accident but Santana made sure not to move her leg away again. She liked the contact. Scooting closer to Brittany so their thighs were just touching, she resumed eating her meal.

"I'm not that keen on Kurt," Santana said, resuming their conversation. "In fact I think I hate everyone in Glee Club equally. Do you have a favourite?"

"You."

Santana looked up to Brittany and smiled.

"That's a given," she said. "But I wasn't counting you or me."

"Who do you think is the hottest in Glee Club?" Brittany asked.

"Again, not counting you or me?"

"I'll tell you who I like…" Matt interjected.

"This was a really good meal," Santana thought out loud, finishing her plate. "I'm stuffed."

"Does stuffed mean pregnant?"

"It means full," Matt added, trying to be included in the conversation.

"Oh good," Brittany replied to Santana only. "Because if you were I was about to ask if it was mine."

Santana's eyes widened but Matt didn't seem to understand; he brushed it off as a Brittany comment. Jocks weren't the smartest pick of the school…

"Shall we go?" Santana asked. "I recorded today's One Tree Hill for us to watch."

Brittany nodded. "You'll drive us back, won't you, Matt?"

Matt nodded and reluctantly paid the bill as Brittany and Santana waited outside. When he joined them he looked slightly put out.

"Actually we can walk from here," Santana stated, noting his annoyance. "Thanks for great night though. I hope we can make it up to you sometime. In fact why don't we say thank you properly. What do you say, Brittany?"

Brittany grinned, knowing what was coming. Santana turned and pressed her lips against her. Santana's left hand grabbed the back to Brittany's neck and pulled her further in. Brittany's hands were pushing up Santana's top but luckily their bodies were so close together that she couldn't get high enough to expose anything. Brittany really ought to be more careful in public.

Santana sucked on Brittany's lips before pushing her tongue in. She tugged on Brittany's bottom lips with her teeth before slowly stepping away.

"Thanks for dinner," Brittany smiled at Matt. Her voice was very controlled which was surprising as her chest was heaving. She took Santana's pinkie in her own and lead them away from Matt. He whispered "any time" as they walked away. Santana had learnt never to speak to a guy after kissing Brittany. Her voice would crack - total give away at being turned on herself.

Brittany waited for Matt to leave before she stopped and pushed Santana against the wall. She hadn't meant to be so rough as Santana felt the brick scratch her back. But sill she persisted and pressed her lips forcefully against Santana's. This was a different side to Brittany she loved seeing let loose - only she could bring it out.

Santana was lost in kissing Brittany. Her mind wandered to the comment about Brittany thinking she impregnated her. Did she really think she could? Something about Brittany thinking she could get her pregnant kind of turned her on though. Suddenly her mind jumped to Quinn crying and holding her stomach in the locker rooms. Oh crap!

"Oh sweet mercy," Santana suddenly shouted, causing Brittany to stop. She looked at her in horror.

"What's wrong?" Brittany asked.

"I know what's wrong with Quinn!"

Thank you for reading :).