Gooooood afternoon folks. Please find enclosed the first update of the day.

This chapter kind of just ran away with itself! I'd like to know what you think of the new developments and maybe where you'd like them to go...if ya don't mind. :) The story as a whole should be wrapped upnin the next three, maybe four chapters.

Hope you enjoy.

Loves ya ;)

Daisy x

Brittany rubbed her hands over Addison's back as the green eyed girl bent over and emptied more bile from her stomach. The blonde grimaced as she heard the liquid softly thud onto the grass verge beside the running path. "We should head back. You've exhausted yourself.". She urged.

Addison grunted and stood upright. "I'm fine. I just sprinted too hard is all.". She insisted as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and popped a piece of gum. The duo had been running for way over two hours now, it was becoming ridiculous. Brittany looked on displeased and shook her head. "Don't gimme that look. I don't give a fuck what you think, I didn't invite you out, you were just suckin up to Q by offering to babysit!". Spat the tattooed girl before she turned and carried on running.

Brittany sighed and threw her hands in the air before jogging to catch up with the angry girl. "What is your problem!?". She puffed once she became level with her. "Quinn forgave me, San forgave me...but you! Noooooo. You're still hating on me!.What do I have to do Addison!?". The blonde stopped abruptly, her emotions getting the better of her. Addison came to a stand still a few feet away and gave her an incredulous look. "I'm stuck!...I'm trying to fit back into Santana's life, I'm adjusting to the fact that her and Quinn are in love, I'm constantly trying to prove how sorry I am, to move on...and then there's you!". She pointed a slender finger at the mousey blonde, her voice becoming exasperated as she continued. "You are the most hard headed, stubborn, brooding, infinitely annoying person I have ever met! No matter what I do, you ignore me, find something to bitch at me for or just plain, threaten to kill me!". The dancer made the few steps towards the girl in question and stood right in front of her face. "Just do something Addison. Anything!...please." . She finished lamely. Her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Both girls stood in silence for a moment, eyes roaming each others faces. Brittany's bright blue's slowly became focused on soft, plump, ruby lips. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. Addison was stubborn. She was bitchy. She was tough and loyal. She had so many levels that needed to be discovered. She was beautiful in a unique, alternative rock chick kinda way. Her body was toned and muscles lay just under the surface of her pale skin. She was feisty and unafraid to speak her mind. And she was stood mere inches from Brittany's lips.

The blonde didn't have a chance, her eyes fluttered closed as the magnetism of the powerful girl in front of her pulled her in. Thin pink lips crashed into plump ruby ones. Her tongue swiped across the younger girls lower lip, seeking permission for entrance. A moan escaped the dancers mouth as she felt the tattooed girls soft tongue battle her own for dominance. It was one of the best kisses the dancer had ever had. But it was soon over. She found herself falling backwards, her long arms flailing beside her as she became weightless for a moment then...

SPLASH

Brittany wiped wet, blonde hair from her eyes and looked up to see Addison running away at full speed, leaving her treading water in the river beside the running lane. "shit!". She muttered, angrily slapping her palm against the cold water. Although she was angry at herself...and a little pissed at Addison, a smile still crept onto her face at the memory of the kiss.

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Santana's eyes were becoming heavy. She was sat on the biggest of the three sofas, snuggled into Quinn's side. The blonde had an arm wrapped around her shoulder, her hand playing with the ends of her dark hair. Rachel was babbling on about her understudy being out to get her and a lazy smile spread across the latinas lips at the thought. Maybe I should send her a good luck card?...nah, too tacky. She giggled a little at her own musings. Quinn's arm squeezing her a little tighter at the sound. "Don't you have to like, conserve your voice and stuff for Broadway Frodo?". Mumbled the latina as she snuggled further into the crook of her girlfriends neck.

"Whilst I don't appreciate the insult of my height Santana, I do thank you for your concern.". Beamed the diva. "but I assure you my vocal chords are in tip top condition and I am able to speak or sing as much as I wish.".

"Oh joy.". Mumbled the former cheerleader, earning a light slap on her back from Quinn.

"Play nice baby". Whispered the blonde, amusement apparent in her voice.

"Anyway ladies.". Called Rachel. "The reason for my unannounced visit today, apart from bringing New York's finest vegan lasagna, was to invite you out." A pause. "Addison included.". She nodded "For a night at Kurt and myselfs favorite karaoke bar next week.". Her lips spread into a wide smile as she finished and her eyes pleaded for a positive answer.

Quinn noticed a slight blush form as the small brunette mentioned Addison and it piqued her curiosity. But she knew Santana needed to take it easy and going to a bar was not taking it easy. "Thanks for the offer Rach, but San really needs to rest up. I don't think it's such a good idea.

"Hey!" Whined the latina, sitting upright as pulling away from her girlfriend as she did. "Stop using me as an excuse to get out of doing stuff!".

Quinn looked at her girlfriend perplexed. "Baby, you gotta rest...going to a bar isn't resting!".

"So you want me to be house bound for the rest of my life!?" Asked the latina incredulously.

"God...no. Don't be so dramatic S...I just want you to take it easy. You had major surgery 4 weeks ago...you..you almost...". Quinn couldn't finish her sentence and silence fell over the room.

The silence was soon broken as Addison burst through the large oak doors and straight into the kitchen. Angry muttering and banging of cupboards could be heard until she appeared from behind the partial wall with a nutrition bar and a bottle of water. "Wow...you guys know how to party.". She deadpanned, her eyes scanning the room then landing on Rachel. "Berry.". She said in lieu of a proper greeting. The divas eyes lit up a little, and this time both Quinn and Santana caught it. The latina almost choking on thin air in surprise. Instantly Addison was knelt in front of her, worried green eyes scanning the smaller girls body. 'S...what's wrong. Are you-"

"geeze..I'm fine Addy!". Coughed the latina. "I just have a dry throat or somethin.". She defended pushing the taller girl back a little by her shoulders.

"Whatever...sorry for givin a fuck.". Mumbled Addison, slightly hurt by her best friends sharp tone. "I'm gonna shower anyway.". She sloped off towards the guest room, leaving a slightly guilty feeling Santana.

The latina knew things would be edgy between them for a few days to come. They always were after one of them broke down or opened up. It was like a defense mechanism. She hated it.

"She must work out a lot to keep such a fine form.". Dreamily swooned Rachel, her eyes trained on the hallway the tattooed girl had just left through. Both Quinn and Santana shared a look before turning to the Broadway star.

"The hell midget!? You crushin on my girl!?". Questioned Santana, extra sass added to her voice.

Rachel sputtered for a moment, her eyes wide and cheeks reddening. "No..uh..she...it's just.". She paused and closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself before continuing. "She is a very captivating soul. And a stunning woman. I believe anybody, gay, straight or otherwise would appreciate her beauty.". She finished with a nod and Quinn let out a snort.

"So that's a yes, treasure trail.". Added the latina. Her eyes turning slightly hard, she spoke again. "if you even think of playing her-"

Again the three girls were interrupted. A loud laugh escaping Santana 's throat as her eyes landed on a very wet, very flustered looking Brittany. "Wh...wha...oh god!". The latina couldn't speak she was laughing so hard. "What the hell...happened!?". She managed to breath out, clutching her sides.

Brittany looked at the three laughing girls then to her left where she heard a shower running. Shrugging and turning her gaze back to the trio she answered. "I fell. A puppy ran in front of me, I ended up in the river.". Her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment as the three girls erupted into laughter again. "Yea. Thanks guys.". She mumbled.

Quinn slipped from under her girlfriend's shoulders and stood. She walked over to her best friend and took her hand. "Come on Britt, you can use my shower and I'll lend you some clothes.". The taller blonde smiled and followed, waving lazily at the two brunettes on the sofas.

Once in her bedroom Quinn closed the door and began gathering clothes and towels. Her back was still to her friend as she spoke. "wanna tell me what really happened.". The dancers mouth dropped as she turned round. "I know when you're lying Britt. You blush right...there!". She poked her finger under the blue eyed girls right ear. "Spill!". She commanded. Crossing her arms with a smug smile.

"Fine!". Breathed the blonde, raising her arms before dropping them limply by her side. "I kissed her!". She huffed. "ok!?".

Quinn tilted her head a little. "kissed who?".

"Addison!...who do you think?"

"you..you kissed Addison!?." Asked the Yale graduate in mild shock.

"Yes!". The dancer dropped onto the bed. "She was there, right in front of me...with her anger and her sweating...and..and her...lips...". She shook her head and face palmed. "I kissed her and she started kissing me...then BOOM!...I'm in the river..She pushed me into the river!". Confused blue eyes looked up to unreadable hazel. "What did I do Quinn!?...what do I do now!?".

Quinn sighed. She didn't know what to feel. "Just...just go shower Britt.". She sighed. Then without another word turned and left the room, closing the door behind was a disaster in the making. It wouldn't end well.