A.N.: Hope you're all still enjoying the story…Quitt/Fierce in this chapter! Whoo!

Disclaimer: I could probably win the rights to Glee in a three on one rock, paper, scissors fight against RIB..

Santana felt like a total jackass to say the least. The party was a little over a week ago and the beginning of the new school year was just days away. Sue was gracious enough to give them a break the last week before school started up and Santana was grateful for the break. What she wasn't grateful for was the radio silence between her and Rachel since their kiss at the party. Their lack of communication wasn't a fault on Rachel's part, just on her own.

Santana would be the last person to deny enjoying the kiss the two shared, but it wasn't as if she had the best track record with kissing her friends. The Latina had just dug herself out of the

hole she fell into when things went south between her and Brittany. The last thing she wanted was to feel that way again. The first thing she wanted was to feel Rachel's lips on her own again.

It's these thoughts that have kept Santana from picking up any of the smaller singer's calls or replying to her texts. She doesn't want Rachel to think she's bailing on their friendship right before school starts because of some stupid social status crap, but she also can't tell the other girl what's really been going on. Rachel has always been the type to demand closure, so Santana shouldn't have been surprised when the girl refused to leave her to her own devices. Sweet, considerate Rachel even went so far as to get the Cheerio's coffee order delivered to her house with an apology note attached. The shorter girl didn't even have anything to apologize for, but the simple offering made Santana's chest clench. How was she supposed to respond to that?

How about hey Tiny, I accidentally fell for you over the summer, and I've been too scared to tell you. Can we kiss again?

It sounded ten times worse in her own head. The worst part is she doesn't even feel like she has anyone to talk to about this situation. As awesome and understanding as Brittany is, Santana's not ready to talk to the leggy blonde about any potential crushes she may have. She's pretty sure Quinn would just laugh in her face. Or slap her. Either way Santana figured that putting off talking to Rachel for a s long as humanly possible was her best bet. Damn did she miss the small diva, though.

Flipping over onto her back, Santana unlocked her phone and opened her photo album. It was filled with photos of Rachel, Kurt, Blaine, and herself from the time they spent together this summer. Most were silly selfies the other three had taken after swiping Santana's phone on one of their weekly coffee dates or pool days, but some were candids of herself or Rachel taken without their knowledge. The particular one holding Santana's attention was a candid of Rachel by the pool that she took while the girl was in the middle of laughing at something the boys were arguing about. You could tell from her posture that it was a full bodied laugh, the kind that makes your eyes water and leaves your abdomen muscles sore after. Santana's thumb traced the edge of the frame as she thought about how beautiful the Jewish girl really was. She felt foolish for hiding in her room like a coward while Rachel was across town wondering what it was she did wrong in the first place.

To Tiny: Hey, sorry I've been MIA.

Santana didn't expect to get an answer anytime soon from the brunette, but hopefully with a little time, Rachel would be ready to hear her apology. She just had to think of a really good one first. The sound of something hitting her window repeatedly made the Latina get out of bed, ready to give anyone that wasn't Rachel a piece of her mind.

Looking down from her bedroom on the second floor only to see a blur of blonde and pink, Santana recognized Quinn as the cause of the interruption.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your 28 inch brazilian" Quinn snickered at her own jab.

"I fucking hate you Fabray. What do you want?"

"I want you to let me in so we can talk."

"Did your phone suddenly forget how to make calls or what?" Even with her sass, Santana threw her keys out the window towards the blonde. They made a tiny jingle before hitting the ground with a solid thud. Moments later, Quinn burst through the door and flopped onto the queen sized bed in the middle of the room.

"I hate to interrupt this very stimulating conversation, but I don't have all night, Fabray." The girl still lying face down on the bed made a few indecipherable sounds before she fell silent again.

"Huh?"

"Ihvfgsfrbrtny" Santana was not in the mood to play 20 Questions with the ex-head cheerleader at the moment.

"Quinn, you know damn well I can't understand a word you're saying! Quit acting like a big baby and just tell me what's up."

The blonde rolled over, pillow still covering her face and yelled, "I HAVE FEELINGS FOR BRITTANY!"

The air was deathly still around them and Santana would have thought the other girl actually was dead if it weren't for the pillow gently moving up and down over her face with each of her breaths. Santana sat beside her with her eyes as wide as saucers and eyebrows touching her hairline.

"Okay, hold up. Did the Queen of the Repressed Lemon Club just say she has feelings for my best friend?" Quinn felt her annoyance with the Latina rise exponentially.

"Well I really didn't think you'd care with the way you had your tongue down Berry's throat at the party, but I guess not." Santana chose to ignore the Rachel-shaped elephant in the room.

"Of course I'd care! Brittany's not just some girl for you to test out your lesbo feelings with! She's my best friend."

"Wow. Now I know how chopped liver feels. I can't help but think this is more about whatever fling you guys had going on and less about her just being your "best friend".

"That's a low blow even for you, Suzie Q. I cried to you for days when that whole situation went down and now you're gonna come in here and tell me that you have feelings for her. How am I supposed to react?"

"I should've known you'd be no help, I don't even know why I came here."

"Woah, slow down Fabgay. You can't act like something like this doesn't take a second to get used to. Cut me some slack." The blonde sighed, pushing a frustrating piece of bang out of her face.

"Just sit down and tell Auntie Tana how it happened." Quinn raised a trademark eyebrow at the comment.

"Minus the creep factor, obviously. Come on, you know what I mean. I'm trying to be a good friend here."

"Well, you know how Britt is when she's drunk…"

*FLASHBACK*

"Quinn?" Briuttany asked slyly from the passenger seat where she was buckled in and still shirtless from the party they just left.

"Yeah, Britt?" Quinn answered not taking her eyes off the road. Santana would bring her back to life just to kill her again if they got into a car accident because Quinn couldn't keep her eyes to herself.

"I think Lord Tubbington stole my diary again. Will you come upstairs and help me look?" The shorter blonde just rolled her eyes and gave a slight smile at the girl's antics.

"Sure Britt" The dancer clapped her hands excitedly and smiled to herself when she caught Quinn struggling to keep her eyes on the road ahead of them.

"Brittany, I don't see your diary anywhere." Quinn mumbled from her place under the blonde's bed. She was sure that if the cat really did hide the diary, it wouldn't be so easily found. After getting no response, Quinn decided to get up from her position on the floor and see if the other girl was having better luck searching the closet.

Quinn ended up being too distracted by the scene in front of her to notice Brittany had a clear view of the girl's leering from her spot in front of the mirror. The blue-eyed dancer stood behind the ex-captain with her with her daisy duke shorts unbuttoned in the front and a white sports bra that was half soaked from the wet hair resting on her shoulders. Brittany could feel her nipples hardening from the combination of the heat of Quinn's gaze and the droplets of water sliding down her back and shoulders. The shorter blonde's green eyes traveled up long legs that were muscular from years of dancing and became even more distracted by the firm ass being hidden from her by that little scrap of fabric. Brittany continued to hum and take her time wrapping her hair into the most perfect bun, if only to give Quinn more time to admire her toned body. Quinn had to focus all her energy into remembering to not drool over the juxtaposition of the dancer's firm muscles and soft skin.

"Britt?" Quinn questioned rising to her full height in front of the half dressed girl, clearing her throat of the sudden huskiness it had acquired.

"Hm?" The girl replied absentmindedly and continued to canvas her reflection for any flyaways and stray hairs that didn't make it into her bun the first go around.

"You didn't invite me up here to help you look for your diary, did you?" Quinn asked with a flip of pink hair, already knowing the answer from the speed Brittany met her gaze in the mirror. She crossed the room slowly to give the other girl time to reject her advances if she was reading this whole situation completely wrong. A second before their bodies would've been pressed together, Brittany spun on her heels catching Quinn off guard with the sudden closeness. The look they shared made both girls' breath catch in their throats. Brittany at least had the audacity to look sheepish about being exposed while she shook her head no.

"I didn't think so."

Quinn would be a liar to say that Brittany wasn't a beautiful girl. She'd also be a liar if she said the mild flirting and teasing that had been going on between them all night didn't have her more than turned on. She felt like she had a death wish though, thinking about Brittany this way when she witnessed first hand how badly Santana spiraled after the blonde chose to be with Artie instead of her. The flashes of Santana and Rachel's kiss in her mind made Quinn feel like maybe Santana was a bit too preoccupied to be worried about what her ex was doing and with whom.

A soft hand on her chin brought her out of her head and into the present right before Brittany leaned down and connected their lips. The other blonde tasted like alcohol and sugar. Quinn realized she quite enjoyed it. A few hours later, when the pair was laid across Brittany's floral patterned bed still lazily kissing one another, Quinn pulled back for air and voiced her thoughts.

"B, wait. What are we doing?"

"What do you mean? We've been having sweet lady kisses for like the past two hours." The ex cheer captain smiled softly.

"I know that. I was more so wondering if that meant you had feelings for me or if you were just looking for a quick hookup you can blame on the alcohol later?" Quinn avoided eye contact with Brittany once she shared her vulnerable thoughts with the usually bubbly girl. At that moment though, Brittany just looked on sadly. She couldn't wrap her head around why all the previous lovers in Quinn's life just wanted to use her, but Brittany knew she wouldn't be another one.

"Obviously I want to hook up with you. I've thought you were hot ever since your baby bump started showing," Quinn blushed at the admission, but stayed quiet thinking that she was once again not worthy of holding onto someone's attention long term.

"Buuut, I also think you're pretty, and smart, and funny, and hot." That made Quinn laugh, so Brittany continued on.

"Puck and Finn are idiots, but I'm a genius so it only makes sense that I turn on my unicorn charm and make you fall in love with me." Quinn's breath hitched at the boldness of the statement. She laughed in an effort to diffuse some of the tension in the room; Brittany's serious gaze did not falter for a second.

"Slow down, cowboy. I don't wanna do anything until we talk to San. I wanna make sure she's okay with this." Only then did Brittany's face change to one of confusion.

"Why would Sanny care when she obviously wants to bang Rachel?" Quin couldn't help but laugh. Everyone thought the bubbly girl was so clueless, but she always seemed to know more than she let on.

"Even if Pezberry does end up being a thing, it's still something I wanna talk to San about so everyone's on the same page. As much as I have feelings for you, I would rather not ruin the Unholy Trinity over it, ya know?" Brittany nodded with an encouraging smile towards the girl. With a chaste kiss on the lips she was quickly becoming addicted to, Quinn changed positions to be able to show Brittany a new cat meme she found on twitter.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

The pair sat in silence on the brunette's bed until Santana decided to speak up.

"Not gonna lie, that's pretty fucking gay."

"You make me want to slap you every fucking day, Lopez."

"I don't care that you like Brittany," Quinn, who was gearing up for a fight, did not expect the conversation to change directions the way it did. "Mostly because I like Rachel, but also because Brittany and I hashed our shit out and we decided we work way better as best friends. I obviously have more growing to do. I couldn't expect Brittany to wait around for me to get my shit together." Quinn smiled sympathetically and nodded her understanding.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's a whole lot easier knowing she'll be taken care of and I won't have to ask Rachel where her fathers keep their guns."

"If that was your attempt at intimidating me you did a piss poor job. Also, I don't care that you like Rachel as long as you keep her daily word count to a minimum and she keeps a short leash on Snixx."

"Ha ha ha. Very funny, bitch. Don't make me slap you." The two sat in a quiet silence before Quinn decided she should head back to her own house. Before Santana shut the door behind Quinn their eyes met and the half blonde half pink girl quietly made a promise to her.

"I promise I won't hurt her."

A.N.: Quitt is so Fierce! Quinntana talking it out without slapping each other? I call that a win! Hopefully Pezberry will sort things out too. Reviews appreciated! Until next time…