Hey guys, I've got this one for ya. More Brittana and a look into some Quitt friendship. Hope you enjoy. I'm trying to get a couple more out before I leave for a college summer program so reviews and suggestions are always appreciated. Thanks.

REVIEWERS:

Supergleek08: Yeah, they teeend to rub off on each other a litttttle.

Blueskkies: Yep, that's what you get for forgetting.

nayalove: Britt claims she has so much stuff going on that she just kinda forgot. Everyone makes mistakes.

Peks: Thanks!

wkgreen: Yeah, she completely forgot. Just she's gonna try and make it better.

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Operation Make Up Phase One

Britt's POV

"'Kay, thanks Mike. Seriously, I owe you." I hang up the phone before stopping to watch my girlfriend's Saturday afternoon cheer practice. I just got off the phone with Mike, because I'm planning a little something tonight to make up for my idiocy earlier. I'm clad in my girlfriend's cheer sweat pants and sweatshirt to show my support, plus it is kind of what had me start falling for her, when she gave me her sweatshirt during our coffee meeting.

"You call that a tuck?" I hear my girlfriend shout. "Five more laps around the gym for this one's loose legs. Next time I catch you screwing that simple move up, I'll break 'em off." She snarls, wow she's harsh, which might be partially my fault for forgetting today.

I sit in the stands for another twenty minutes, watching Santana drill all of them on their timing and form as well as make them do situps, pushups and laps around the gym. "Alright, that was adequate for today. Game tomorrow. Be there at least an hour and a half early. Practice over."

Santana walks away and sighs heavily, grabbing her bag. I make my way down to the gym floor and sneak up on her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Shit." She exclaims and I can feel her heart racing. She turns her head and looks at me, "B, you scared the shit out of me, babe."

I giggle softly, "Sorry, San." My hands roam across her stomach, rubbing her lightly. She lets a groan escape her lips as I continue while pulling her closer to my body. "Let's go back to your room," I husk out into her ear, "I've got a surprise I think you'll like, especially after practice."

"Don't you have class?" She mumbles out, sounding tired from my caresses lulling her to sleep. She still seems a little grumpy and mad at me.

"Nah, I'll pick it up quick later. Right now, I want to spend our Anniversary completely with you today." I rest my chin on her shoulder, "Okay?"

"Alright." She sighs, "But no funny business, I'm sore and tired."

"No worries, San. We'll just relax until dinner." She stiffens at the mention of dinner before walking out of my embrace and taking my hand as we exit the gym. Yeah, she's definitely a little sore about that subject.

The walk to our dorm is a bit awkward. Santana is kind of shut off from me and has her HBIC face on the entire way home. I've been telling her funny little things that happened today but I can't seem to get a laugh or a smile out of her. I can tell I've hurt her pretty bad. She puts up this big, tough façade but she's just protecting her heart. The heart that I just hurt this morning.

I tell Santana to go ahead to her room because I have to pick up a couple things in mine. It's practically like I don't live here anymore. I pretty much sleep at Santana's for most nights. Checking the markerboard I see that vocal lessons are not in session and pull the lanyard out of my bag to retrieve the key and unlock my door. As I enter the room, I see Quinn looking up at me from the text book she's currently studying from.

"Oh so you remembered that this is our room?" She remarks snarkily. I look at her playing dumb because I don't know if she's referring to the actual room vacancy or me forgetting things like Santana's anniversary…or both. "Seriously, B, not that I mind having the room all to myself, but I do miss our friend-roommate time together. You've been sucked up into a Santana vortex here." I chuckle a bit before letting her continue. "Also, how in the hell could you have forgotten your one month anniversary while Santana "HBIC No Relationships" Lopez manages to remember it? She texted me upset this morning while she was walking to her practice."

I walk up to my closet and grab my gym bag, packing it with different things I'll need for the time being, "Listen Q, I'm sorry I haven't been the greatest roommate…or even actually a roommate. As of right now, Lord Tubbington is a better roommate than me, at least he shows up every night on my bed back in LA." She quirks a brow at me and I realize that I've veered off topic a bit. "Anyways, I've just been so busy with Santana and the record deal and the wedding and my classes that I really have just been crashing at Santana's because it's the last place I'm at before I feel the need to crash and fall asleep. Plus, not to be mean or anything but you and Rachel also are a big part of this." She closes her textbook and looks up at me curiously before tossing it onto her desk. "I mean even the times I did want to come and see you, I wanted to respect your time together because "vocal lessons" were going on."

She sighs, relenting a little, "Alright, I'll give you that one. We'll plan a little more time together okay, Britt? Both of us will make an effort. But, you still haven't explained you forgetting your anniversary, I mean it's a big deal for Santana. The only other relationship, if you can call it that, that lasted past even a week was with me and we all know that that sort of didn't count for much." Quinn gives a small chuckle.

I sling my bag over my shoulder, crossing over to Quinn's side of the room, "I guess it would have to be the same as our lack of friend time. I swear I was thinking about it a few days ago and then everything kicked into gear and I guess I just lost track of the days. I know it's not an excuse, but it's my only explanation, you know me, Q. I'd never forget something like this."

She smirks at me, "Well, all I know is that you need something damn good to get Santana to forgive you completely."

I return the smirk, "What do you think the bag is for? Plus, I've got tonight's plans covered."

Quinn gives me another eyebrow raise, "So you called off the plans with Mike?"

"You'll see, Quinn. Can't dish out all the details right now because Santana is waiting, but you'll know about it tomorrow, for sure when we have lunch together." I wink at her and a grin spreads across her face.

"Alright, see you at lunch then. If San still kicks your ass out of her room tonight, no worries, Rachel's going to be up late working on her audition for her next part."

"Okay, Q. And thanks, you really are a good friend. To both me and especially Santana."

"Aw, you've gone all mushy on me, Pierce. Shoo, out, go get 'er tiger." I chuckle and roll my eyes before exiting the room and making my way to Santana's room.

When I reach the door I see on her markerboard:

Gone to Shower, left the door open. -S

Perfect. I erase the marker from the board before pushing the door open and walking into Santana's room. Alright, phase one is a go. I quickly unzip my bag, pulling out a big fluffy soft towel that I know Santana loves and drape it across her bed before pulling the Christmas lights from my bag. Yes, I have Christmas lights, I was going to decorate Q and my room in them, and it is nearing the season after all. I pull the tape out of my bag, carefully putting the lights around the room so it doesn't leave marks on the walls that she has to explain at the end of the year (and pay for) and shutting her blinds. Lastly I flick her lights off and double check that the essentials are in place. I sit at her desk and wait for her to enter her room.

I don't have to wait too long when a robe clad figure enters the room and gasps slightly. "Britt-Britt?" She says, "What's going on?"

I stalk over to her and pull her in, closing the door behind her and locking it. My body is pressed against hers and she's so warm from her shower. I almost don't want to move, I feel like a cat in sunlight. "Nothing, just like I said, we're going to relax. And what better way than a massage from me?" I end with a hopeful smile.

"Britt, you don't have to-" She starts off, shaking her head.

"No, I do. I want to. Please? I want to make up for this morning." I pout slightly and she sighs.

"Well, I am sore from practice, and I don't really see a downside. But, we are so not having sex, I'm still putting you on probation." She walks over to the bed, before disrobing. I can't help but stare at her back and ass as she lays facedown on the towel I set out for her. "So soft…" I hear her groan and bite back a giggle at her cuteness. She loves that towel.

Phase One of Operation Make-up has begun, wish me luck.