Santana POV

"What is your problem?" Quinn snaps when she approaches Santana sitting alone in the local coffee shop one afternoon having lunch and scrolling through her laptop. She stands above her and pulls Santana's left ear bud out.

"What the fuck?!" Santana says a little too loud and some people turn to look at all the commotion before continuing on with their lunch. Santana has a turkey and brie sandwich in one hand and is scrolling on the touch pad with her other. She puts her sandwich down and looks up at her very angry best friend. "What the hell, Quinn?" She knows very well why Quinn is upset.

"You didn't answer any of my calls or texts all week. I called you after Andrew and I had parted, which, by the way, you were very weird and kind of rude that day. I went to your house and your mom said you weren't home. Twice! Twice I went to your house! What the fuck, Santana!"

Santana chuckles sarcastically and puts her ear bud back in, ignoring all of Quinn's words. She had an entire speech ready for Quinn for when she saw her but right now, she can't even look at her.

Quinn slams her laptop shut and pulls out her ear buds once again. She folds her arm over her chest and sticks out her hip. A thing Quinn always does when she wants answers.

Santana looks at the clock on the side wall; deciding if there is enough time or not and quickly packs everything into her backpack. She rips the other ear bud out and shoves it into her bag as well, then stands and walks out of the cafe. Quinn following angrily behind her. They end up at the back of the coffee shop (one of their regular spots) and Santana goes behind a section of the wall that sticks out just enough for them to hide behind. Santana quickly turns around and kisses Quinn hard. Palming her right boob and pressing hard against her. Right away, Quinn slips her arms around Santana's waist and slides her fingers into her hair. Kissing her back just as hard. Out of nowhere, Santana shoves Quinn roughly against the wall again and takes a step back. Anger filling her body. Her eyes are engulfed in flames as they stares into the hazel ones in front of her.

"Was that disgusting?" Santana asks and wipes her mouth. "Was that so very disgusting and gross and wrong and unnatural?" Before Quinn can answer, Santana continues, "Was it entertaining enough for you though? Huh? Was it fucking entertaining for you?"

Quinn puts her hands up to surrender, "Woah. Chill out, Santana. What the fuck has gotten into you?"

Santana just shakes her head. "You said the other day that men kissing men was gross. That means women kissing women is gross too, right?" Santana repeats when Quinn doesn't answer, "RIGHT?"

"No!" Quinn shakes her head, "Like, well, I mean... like. I don't know. It's not gross kissing you though."

"What's the fucking difference between you and I kissing and two men kissing? It's the fucking same thing!"

"We don't do it in public… in front of people!"

"So doing it in public is what makes it gross?"

"Well, yeah, kind of."

"So, if someone unexpectedly turns this corner and catches us kissing, it would suddenly become gross? Just like that?" Santana snaps her fingers at the end of her sentence.

"Well, no. It's just... I don't know. What the hell are you getting at Santana?"

Santana huffs and runs her fingers over her face in frustration. "You're a fucking hypocrite."

Quinn's eyes narrow. Obviously not understanding. "How am I a hypocrite? I'm not a lesbian."

"Oh my, God, Quinn! Boys kissing boys are gross. Girls kissing girls are gross. You, girl, kissing me, girl, is not gross. Hypocrite!"

"It's gross because they're gay! We're not gay!"

Santana's heart falters a little bit. Her brain snaps suddenly in realization but instantly forces herself to come back into the conversation, "Please, you have to be a little bit gay if you enjoy kissing women."

"I'm not fucking gay."

Santana shrugs smugly, "Sure you're not."

"I'm not!" Quinn says louder.

"Okay, whatever you say, Fabgay!"

What happens next, Santana does not expect. Quinn's hand comes flying out and hits her right on the left cheek. A sharp, hot pain burns through her face before she grips her cheek and looks back up at her. Quinn had only ever slapped her one other time and it was when she was passing out from drinking too much at a party and Quinn had to wake her up when the parents who owned the house suddenly came home. Santana had also only slapped Quinn one time and it was when she found out that Quinn had fucked one of Santana's crushes behind her back. Santana forgave her when Quinn told her she had a mild case of HPV a couple weeks after.

"I'm not gay," Quinn whispers viciously. Suddenly, as if a light bulb goes off in Quinn's head, "Are you?"

This question catches Santana off guard. She knows a part of her has to be, but she's not ready to admit it. She's definitely not ready for Quinn to spread it. So, she says the one thing that she can without sounding like a hypocrite like Quinn. "No, I'm not. I enjoyed kissing you but I really enjoy fucking men. But even though I'm not, I'm not one to call it disgusting or wrong or unnatural. It is what it is and they are who they are. Who the fuck are we to judge? If they're happy," she shrugs, "let them be fucking happy."

Quinn looks at Santana as if she had just said that she eats cookies with hot sauce, but then she takes in a breath and shrugs. Letting her hands drop to her side like she's giving up a little.

"Fine. To each their own, I guess," Quinn says as if she's exhausted. "Are we done? Can we move on now?"

Santana licks her lips and she wants to say no but she shrugs as well. "Whatever, I guess."

Quinn looks around the wall and when the coast is clear she walks out, with Santana trailing behind her this time. Neither of them speaking to the other for the rest of the day. Quinn goes to her summer classes and Santana goes straight home. She has a cigarette on the way and immerses herself into packing as soon as she's in her room. She has a lot of rearranging to do when she decided she wanted to pack another couple pairs of shoes. She has to take more than a few items out to make them fit. Quinn was always good at packing, but there was no way Santana was going to ask her for help. Absolutely, no way.

That evening, she gets an email from the boot-camp company reminding her that in less than two weeks, her life is going to change with 'the magic of dance'. She gets assigned a room and a bed number in the athletics dorm she's staying in. They have yet to tell her who her roommate is and her instructor is still Mr. TBA. It doesn't really say Mr. But she assumes it considering the other two instructors are men. She reads the guidelines to the camp and she begins to feel nervous but at the same time she's so ready for a change. She's ready to fucking leave and get a fresh start somewhere else. Somewhere where people aren't so damn closed minded. She assumes one of the dance teachers has to be a little bit gay and decides it's the one named Jake.

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Up until the day before she is set to leave, Santana hadn't heard from Quinn and she hasn't tried to contact her either. Santana is starting to miss her best friend already but refuses to admit defeat by reaching out.

Zipping up her back pack and getting ready for an early night, she receives a text.

Sent by Q: come outside.

Santana sighs and without responding, goes down the stairs and sneaks out the front door. Her mom had also decided to get an early night in. As soon as she opens the door, she sees Quinn standing against the handrail of the stairs.

"Can we talk?" Quinn asks quietly and Santana nods. Closing the door gently before reaching into her pocket and taking out the single cigarette she stuck in there knowing she would need it. She reaches into her other pocket and pulls out a lighter.

They walk down the steps and around to the side of the house where Santana lights up. Quinn just watches her.

Santana waits for Quinn to speak because she honestly has nothing to say.

Quinn clears her throat, "Look, I'm sorry if I offended you the other day. I didn't mean to be homophobic it's just, it was just so normal for me to speak that way considering what I hear from my parents and from hanging with Andrew. I'm not… I'm not homophobic. I promise."

Santana nods as she sucks in another breath and fills her lungs with Newport. "Okay."

"I'm…" Quinn looks down at her feet, bites her bottom lip, and then plays with the hem of Santana's t-shirt. "I'm going to miss you. God, we've been through a lot together haven't we?"

This makes Santana think more than she wants to. Yes, they've been through a lot together. Quinn has been there for her on numerous occasions when her mom freaks out on her. She kicked her out of the house for a couple days when she found out she was having sex. She was there for her when her dad decided to come back one drunken night and begged Santana to be his daughter again. That day Santana cried on Quinn's shoulder for a good hour in anger and frustration not knowing if she should forgive her father or not. Quinn was there for her when her dad came back another time to talk to her mom about some 'important issues' and it ended with Santana's dad leaving in a rush and her mother threatening to kill herself if he didn't come back. After calming down her mother, Santana spent the next 3 hours on the phone with Quinn at 1 in the morning freaking out about everything that had happened. She wasn't going to throw their friendship away because of a few words Quinn said. She wasn't going to throw their friendship away because there was a possible misunderstanding.

Santana clears her throat, "Yeah, we've been through a lot and… and I'll miss you too." The words don't come out as smoothly as they usually do.

"Will you call me and text me daily?" Quinn asks.

"I'll do my best to keep you up to date. I have no idea how things are going to work over there. I have no idea how strict their rules are, but I promise I'll do my best." Santana takes a final drag and leans over to toss the butt into the can behind the pipe; hearing the hiss when it hits the thin layer of water.

As soon as Santana looks up, Quinn crashes their lips together. Suddenly, Santana feels comforted and kisses back. Hands are all over each other's abs and back. Fingers are tangled in their hair and their breathing becomes faster. Quinn slips in some tongue and Santana eagerly accepts. When Quinn begins to reach her hands downward and slowly slips her fingers down Santana's shorts, Santana hesitates for a moment and decides to just let it happen.

When Santana doesn't stop her this time, Quinn slides her fingers lower and underneath the panties. Santana stops kissing for just a moment and then grips tighter to Quinn's t-shirt and waits for Quinn to reach her destination. Her breath hitches when Quinn slips her fingers between Santana's folds and Santana closes her eyes tighter, trying to tell herself that it's okay. She feels Quinn hesitate as well when she runs her fingers through her folds a second time. When Quinn slides her hand down lower and tries to enter Santana, that's when she can't take it anymore. Before she can even think about it, Santana grabs Quinn's arm and pulls it upward and out of her pants.

"No, no. I can't. I can't. I'm sorry," Santana whispers. Her breathing is laboured and she covers her face with her own hands. "I'm sorry. I just… I can't."

Taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, Quinn nods. "It's okay. I just thought… I thought it's what you wanted. I'm sorry too."

"I thought, maybe? I don't know, but I don't think I can. Maybe… maybe when I come back? Maybe after I've gone and figured everything out?"

Quinn nods in understanding and Santana feels relieved that her words worked. "Hey, I should probably go now. You need to get some rest for your trip tomorrow. I'll come by before you leave though, okay?" Quinn says with a smile.

Santana smiles back and nods. "Okay. I'd like that, thank you."

They give each other a hug and Quinn kisses her on the cheek before slowly peeking out onto the streets and then walking away from the house.

Santana runs her palms over her face again and reaches into her pocket. "Fuck," she whispers to herself when she realizes she only put one cigarette in there. She leans against her house to take in everything that happened in the last 10 minutes and then wonders why she didn't go through with it with Quinn. A part of it felt right, but a part of it felt so wrong. She goes back into the house to use the bathroom. Expecting to see a wet spot when she pulled down her panties, she's surprised when there isn't one. She thought she was turned on. For the sake of testing, she runs her own fingers through her folds and her brows scrunch when she realizes that she actually isn't wet at all. She figures that's why Quinn had hesitated when she did the same thing. Maybe she's straight after all. Maybe she's not turned on by girls. Maybe she just likes making out with them because God knows that she gets wet after foreplay with the men she has slept with. Well, at least after about half an hour of neck kisses and nipple play in a very dark room.

With a shrug, she goes pee and washes up before going to bed because tomorrow afternoon, she's flying to Los Angeles.

Brittany POV

Brittany receives a phone call when she's in the middle of packing a small carry-on suitcase and a backpack.

"Whatcha doin?" Sam asks after Brittany picks up the phone and greets him.

"Packing."

"For what?"

"For the boot-camp next week."

"Why do you need to pack? Isn't it in town?" Sam asks confused.

"It is, but I still need to stay in the dorm with everyone else. That way I don't have to drive down every morning and drive back in the evening. Besides, everything is paid for – breakfast, lunch, dinner, laundry – so why not? If I'm missing anything I can easily come home to grab it… or I can call you to lug it over for me," Brittany laughs, but immediately regrets it because that's something she needs to stop doing. She needs to stop asking Sam for favours and to keep a safe distance between them.

"Yeah, of course," Sam says. "Any time, just give me a call."

"I was just kidding," Brittany says trying to sound light hearted.

There's a bit of silence and Brittany is about to check to see if they're still connected but then Sam speaks, "Sure, but, for real, if you need anything, just let me know."

Brittany smiles to herself because Sam is just so damn sweet. "Thanks."

"Are you able to come out for dinner tonight?" Sam asks finally getting to the reason why he called in the first place.

"I can't tonight," Brittany says sadly. "I have dinner plans with my family tonight and then my sister is staying over so I can drive her to her softball game tomorrow morning. Mom and Dad are both working graveyard shifts tonight.

"Okay, maybe sometime next week then," Sam says with a hint of disappointment in his voice but then he peps up quickly. "Do you need company at Sarah's game?"

Brittany thinks for a minute, "Yeah, you know what? That would be great! It can get so boring when I'm there alone."

"Great! Why don't I pick the two of you up at 10 tomorrow?"

"Her game starts at 9," she giggles.

"So, 8:30 it is!" Sam says enthusiastically.

After they hang up, Brittany continues to pack her bags and checks her e-mail while she waits for her family to arrive. Logging in to her work account, she notices a new member joining her class which brings her to a total of 20 participants. Her class is officially full. It makes her nervous because she has never taught a full class before, let alone teaching a full class all on her own.

Before she has time to panic, her doorbell rings and she rushes out to greet her family.

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They go out to eat at Sarah's favourite pasta and pizza restaurant and they talk about Brittany's job.

"Do you think you will ever go back to school?" Brittany's mom asks and Brittany furrows her brows while her dad rolls his eyes.

"Um…" Brittany starts with while twirling her linguine with her fork. "Well, I mean… what's the point? I have a great job that I love, the hours work for me, and I'm moving up in this community – I'm leading my own boot-camp this year."

"Yes, but don't you think a higher education would help you move up a little faster? At least help you out with some of the administrative work?" Her mom pushes.

Brittany sighs, "Honestly, mom, there's no point. I'm not smart enough for college."

"It's because you don't apply yourself, Brittany. You can if you only applied yourself," Brittany's mom continues only to make Brittany feel more and more uncomfortable and irritated.

"Honey," her dad chimes in and looks at his wife, "If Brittany is happy doing this, I think it's just fine. Brittany is doing well for herself, she's paying all her bills, she's not letting us help with her rent nor did she let us buy her a larger place than the one she is currently living in. After we got her the car 6 years ago, she's been paying for gas and insurance all on her own. She's going to be fine."

Brittany gives her dad a grateful smile as her sister continues to text on her phone hardly looking up long enough stretch her neck.

"Sarah on the other hand might just get that damn phone taken away from her if she doesn't start spending some quality time with the family."

At that, Sarah looks up and flips her phone over so it's facing down on the table. She smiles graciously at her dad and looks over at Brittany.

"So, Britt. Still hanging out with that hottie you met in college?" Are the first words out of her sister's mouth and Brittany wishes she would go back to her phone but she rolls her eyes and answers.

"You mean Sam? Yes, Sam and I are still hanging out. We're best friends, I've told you that before."

Sarah rolls her eyes back at Brittany, "Please, a guy and a girl can't just be best friends. It doesn't work that way. We did a poll at school and 90 percent of people said that it's impossible for two people of the opposite sex to be best friends without at least one of them having feelings for the other. The other 10 percent are either in denial or gay, but even then the non-gay one probably still has some sort of hidden attraction."

"A high school poll?" Brittany asks and goes back to slurping up some pasta.

"Yeah, so?"

"Exactly."

The dinner continues with a change of topic until they part ways when her dad drops them off at Brittany's house after once again mentioning that he is willing to help her buy a larger place to which Brittany shakes her head and gives her dad a kiss on the cheek.

Brittany has the futon pulled out by the time her sister washes up. They chat for a little bit, mostly about why Brittany isn't dating her best friend. Brittany tries her best to steer the conversation back to her sister and asks if she has a boyfriend. To which her sister says no but she and a few other girls have a huge crush on their softball coach. 'Of course.' Brittany thinks to herself.

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"By the way, Sam is going to take us to your game. He'll be here in 20 minutes," Brittany says the next morning when her sister is buttering her toast.

"Sam? Sam is coming to my game?" Sarah says. Her eyes wider than Brittany has ever seen this early in the morning.

Brittany chuckles, "Yes, Sam is coming to the game. I hope you don't mind."

Sarah shakes her head and finishes her breakfast. She goes into the washroom and comes out with what Brittany believes to be a little bit of make up. She just laughs to herself and opens the door when Sam calls her to tell her he's outside.

The game is definitely as boring as Brittany remembers it being. She loves cheering on her sister and her team, but when Sarah isn't up, she doesn't feel the need to watch the game so her and Sam chat. They talk mostly about Sam's music and Brittany's dance classes. They talk about Sam's non-existent dating life and Brittany's extremely busy schedule. Sam mentions that the music store guy in the wheel chair asked about her twice in the two times Sam went in to look for more music and a couple of records. For the life of her, Brittany cannot seem to remember the poor guy's name.

When the game ends and Sarah's team wins by two runs, Sam insists on taking her and Brittany out for ice cream before dropping Sarah back off at her parent's home. Brittany notices Sarah and a few of her teammates ogling over Sam and just laughs and nudges Sam to take a look. When Sam looks over, they all blush and turn away giggling.

"Rocky Road for me, cherry chocolate gelato for Britt, and what do you want champ?" Sam asks Sarah.

She looks up at him, "Chunky strawberry!"

Sam puts his arm over Sarah's shoulder and Brittany can see the blush forming.

"A double scoop of chunky strawberry for this slugger here," Sam says pulling Sarah closer to him and then patting her on the shoulder before letting her go. Brittany can't help but inwardly laugh at her sister's reaction. Her pale skin is flushed pink up to her ears and she can't wait to tease Sarah about it the next time they're together.

After ice cream and they drop Sarah off at her parent's house, Sam drives Brittany back.

"So?" Sam says as he glances over at her for a second before looking back at the road.

"So, what?" Brittany asks.

"So, are you ready to teach your summer classes?"

"Gosh," Brittany shakes her head, "I don't think I'll ever be ready. I have no idea what to expect."

"You'll be fine," Sam says as he puts a hand on Brittany's thigh, causing her to jump a bit. "Besides, you have a helper right? An assistant?"

Brittany shakes her head, "No, I don't think so. They never told me anything about getting one, but even if I do, I still don't know what to expect."

Sam nods, "If you have any trouble or you want to rant or vent or whatever, you just give me a call, okay?"

Brittany nods, then to take the seriousness out of the conversation, she quickly swaps over to another topic.

"So, Sarah is totally crushing on you."

Sam looks over and smiles but shakes his head.

"No, really. I think even her teammates might feel the same way too."

Sam just laughs.

"You should've seen her when you put your arm around her at the ice cream shop, man she was blushing so much, it was hilarious. Didn't you notice?"

Again, Sam shakes his head. "No, I didn't. That's funny though. Your sister is too cute."

"Cute?" Brittany says with a grossed out look on her face, "Don't even go there, Sam. You better not try to date my baby sister."

They both laugh and Sam is silent for a second before responding with, "Please, I'm only going to let one Pierce break my heart."

With that, Brittany's laughter subsides and they go into another awkward silence for the rest of the ride home.

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Brittany spends the rest of the week working and finalizing her paperwork and choreography. She makes sure the itinerary and schedule is set for the boot-camp and sends it out to the company manager. She goes to her college class's recital and is constantly running around to make sure everything is perfect. Which it was. The students loved it. The audience loved it and Brittany just feels relieved that it's all over.

All her bags are packed and she's going through her check list of stuff to bring. She's leaving tomorrow and she doesn't want to have to come home just pick up a pair of runners or her underwear. She wants to make sure she has everything. Before bed, she checks her e-mail one last time and sees she has a new one from the boot-camp company. A part of Brittany is relieved to find out that she will in fact have an assistant for the duration of the camp. Her name is Breanne, she's 19 and she's had intensive dance and gymnastics training. Brittany hopes they can work well together. She logs in again to check the statistics to her class and sees that it's still at full capacity. It still awes her that the words New York are listed as one of the cities from which this Santana Lopez will be flying in from to join her class. She really wants to help this girl out. Help her fix whatever issues she may be having if she's willing to fly over 6 hours to live in a dorm and dance with her for 7 weeks.

Brittany can't sleep that night. She's too nervous.

AN: Our girls will finally be in the same city next chapter! Thanks for sticking with me!

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