A/N: Couldn't resist going straight to the next chapter :) See how I spoil you guys? :)

Santana and Brittany face to face after their truce…dum dum duuuuuum ;) Lol, I do love good dramarama :)

-H

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(

CHAPTER 8

Santana grimaced as she pulled her jacket on. It was Monday and she'd woken up an extra half hour early because that's how much longer it took her to get anything done with her cracked ribs. Granted, they were a lot better than last Tuesday or Wednesday. But then, Santana's whole body had been sore as a result of the very brutal fight.

The swelling on her face had gone, but there was still a nasty discolouration that Santana knew from years of experience with gymnastics would take at least another week to disappear completely. Until then, thank God for make up.

Unfortunately, Rachel had early Cheerios practice so Carmen was dropping Santana off at school. She didn't mind, but she would be a lot happier when Rachel gave her car keys back to her. Her girlfriend had taken them from her last Monday evening and neglected to mention where she'd put them. She'd even gotten her mom in on it and Santana's spare set had also miraculously disappeared.

A small smile graced Santana's face as she thought about the last week with Rachel. It sure as hell didn't feel like it had only been a week. And she had very pleasantly surprised by Rachel's automatic transition to the role of girlfriend. For someone who claimed to never have been in a relationship before, she was pretty good at doing, well, everything right. She'd been so attentive and careful, but also encouraged Santana to laugh (when, you know, it didn't kill her). They'd had a few shouting matches, but Santana enjoyed them in retrospect. It reminded her that Rachel wasn't going to be predictable. She wasn't going to just let Santana control everything, even though she admittedly did enjoy being in control. It definitely added mystery to their relationship and Santana felt she could handle a little more mystery in her life.

A sharp pain resonated through her stomach as she stretched her arm through her jacket.

"Jesus."

She didn't remember Saturday being this hard. Ok, Rachel had been there to help her, but she'd done pretty much everything herself. Walking and sitting down were fine. Getting up and pretty much everything else made her wince with pain, as much as she tried to hide it. Unfortunately, her girlfriend had somehow already figured out how to read her and even her best disguised face couldn't fool Rachel. Even though parts of it had been excruciating, Santana had really enjoyed her day out with Rachel. They'd just walked around mostly, which Santana had loved because she'd been cooped up all week. They'd stopped off at the mall and Rachel had entertained her by trying on various outfits. Some of them had led to heated make out sessions in various dressing rooms. Santana preferred kissing Rachel when she was standing because it didn't hurt very much when she pushed her against a wall and kissed all the skin she could find. Rachel had given her a scolding about the three hickeys that she'd left on the cheerleader's neck and shoulder and Santana might have felt bad if Rachel throwing a tantrum wasn't so damn cute.

"Mija!"

"Si, mami?" Santana called back.

"Are you almost ready?"

Santana took a deep breath and forced her other arm through, breathing out quickly at the sharp pain. She took a few smaller breaths and looked at her reflection. She didn't look her best, but she wasn't at her best, so Santana didn't really care.

She grabbed her bag that had all her homework from the previous week completed and ready to hand in. Santana wasn't about to let her 4.0 GPA suffer because of a stupid mistake. She opened her door and slowly made her way downstairs.

"Morning," Carmen greeted with a smile. "How did you sleep?"

"Ok," Santana replied. She grabbed an apple. "Kept rolling onto my right side, and it woke me every time."

"Lo siento, mija," Carmen said sympathetically. "I'm sure you'll think twice about getting into any more fights now, won't you?"

Santana rolled her eyes and bit into the apple. "Si, mami," she said with her mouth full.

"Manners, Santana!" Carmen reprimanded her, shaking her head.

Santana shrugged. "You ready? Can we go? I got stuff I need to hand in before school."

"I'm not taking you," Carmen replied with a smile.

"Who, then?" Santana asked. She didn't particularly care as long as she got there.

"She's waiting outside for you," Carmen replied.

Santana grinned, kissing her mother on the cheek and walking out the front door. She waved at Quinn, who waved back, climbing out and opening the passenger door for Santana.

"I've been put on chauffer duty when Rachel can't do it," Quinn explained once she was in the car.

Santana didn't mind. She was just so glad to be back on speaking terms with her best friend. After a week of silence and all the drama that had gone down the previous week, things finally seemed to be back to normal between them. Well, as normal as could be when your best friend is pregnant.

They'd spent the whole of Friday night talking. Most of the time, Santana had apologised until Quinn had threatened to punch her in the stomach if she said the word 'sorry' one more time. Santana had obliged to that request pretty quickly. Quinn had spent the night and left when Rachel arrived far too early on Saturday morning.

"How are you feeling?" Quinn asked, pulling out into the road.

"Sore," Santana admitted. "I have a feeling today's gonna be a long ass day."

"Probably," Quinn agreed. "Just please don't think that you have to put on a brave face. Besides, Rachel and I are gonna always be around, Rachel probably more so because she's a Cheerio."

Santana grinned. "Two weeks ago, you'd never have said that I would be dating a Cheerio and you'd actually be kind of friendly with one."

"Hmmm," Quinn mused. "But the real test is gonna be with you and Brittany. Not to mention the entire school is going to be watching you two all day."

Santana sighed, grateful that it didn't hurt anymore to do that. "Brittany accused me of wanting the spotlight and popularity that the top dogs get. I don't know how to intimate that I really, really don't want that. We might be civil face to face, but we all know how sneaky she can be."

"San, that was last year. I thought Rachel asked you to put all this behind you? What's the point in trying to get over the fight if you're just going to hang on to everything that happened before?"

Santana contemplated her best friend's words. Naturally, they made sense. Quinn always could rationalise Santana's crazy. And when Quinn got a little crazy and her mouth ran away with her, Santana knew when to step in. It was the beauty of their five-year friendship.

"That's going to take a lot longer to get past," the Latina murmured. "She made my life hell, Quinnie."

"At your request, San," Quinn reminded her. "Remember, we're not dealing with the likes of you and me who actually know what accountability is…" She trailed off and glanced down at her stomach and then at Santana's.

They chuckled.

"Yeah, we may not be the best examples of accountability either," Santana agreed. "But I know what you're trying to say. I need to shoulder some of the blame for what happened to me because I actually did ask for it."

Quinn shook her head. "It just sucks that it all had to come to a head like that."

Santana shrugged. "I'm pretty sure something was going to happen eventually. I'm too protective of you and Wonder Barbie just irked me so much. It was only a matter of time."

Quinn chuckled. "San, you're gonna have to drop the Wonder Barbie."

"What, down a well?" Santana teased, knowing what Quinn meant. "Quinnie, I thought you wanted me to play nice."

"Hardy har, San," Quinn retorted, but a smile fought its way onto her face. "Playing nice means using actual names."

"Wait, you mean she's not a Barbie?" Santana asked in mock disbelief. "That would explain why I couldn't find her replica doll at the toy store! The sales assistant kept telling me that no such Barbie existed."

Quinn pulled into a spot in the lot and burst out laughing. Santana grinned. She loved making Quinn laugh. It was a really awesome sound. She was always so serious, so hearing that laugh once a day made her very happy.

"God, San, where do you come up with these things?" Quinn breathed out, wiping tears from her eyes.

"It's called being confined to my house for a whole week," Santana deadpanned. She added a shake to her voice, "I saw things there that I'll never forget."

"You're my best friend and I love you, but you are still the weirdest kid in this damn school."

"Oh, have you heard about my bionic eye?" Santana asked suddenly, opening her door.

"What?" Quinn asked in confusion, exiting the car.

"Oh, yeah. It was one of my many injuries that I sustained during the world's most fictitious fight."

Quinn smiled and waited for Santana to climb out. She knew better than to make her best friend appear weak at school with something as simple as getting out the car. She managed with relative ease and closed the door, shaking off the slight discomfort. She glanced down at her watch and saw that Cheerios practice would almost be over.

"Hey, walk with me to the field?" Santana asked her best friend.

Quinn nodded and they began a slow walk to where they could see a mass of red in the distance. They discussed what Santana had missed the previous week and the Latina was confident that she wouldn't lose any credits.

They neared the Cheerios practice area and headed up into the stands. Santana smiled at Rachel directing the girls on the floor as they tried to do some complicated roll.

"Geez, this looks intense," Quinn whispered in her ear. "I'm really glad I never had the desire to become a cheerleader."

"I dunno, Quinnie," Santana replied contemplatively. "I could see you in a Cheerios uniform."

"Oh, yeah, the baby bump is so in this year," Quinn retorted, rolling her eyes.

Santana grinned and turned her attention back to the Cheerios.

"Sam, Natalie, Dee! I have never in my life seen such dismal attempts at a no-hand flip. Five times around the field, all of you! Now!"

Santana leaned forward and saw Brittany holding a megaphone to her mouth. She was dressed in her uniform, but she wasn't participating. She remembered what Rachel had told her about Coach Pillsbury making sure they were medically ok to cheer.

"She sounds really pissed," Quinn commented in a low voice.

"Well, if some girl had beat me down and made me miss practice for gym, I'd be pissed too," Santana replied. "You can train for a month to get to a certain level of fitness, but all it takes is one week of inactivity to undo it all."

"Oops."

"Yeah," Santana murmured. "Well, Rachel says she'll be fine for their sectionals competition. It's in six weeks or something so she'll have time to train up again."

"Still gotta be frustrating being on the sidelines."

"No doubt. I can't even sing without gasping in pain," Santana said wistfully. "Oh, Rachel never mentioned anything about Glee last week. What happened?"

"Oh, Ms. Sylvester kinda cancelled Glee for the week," Quinn said quietly.

"What?" Santana asked in surprise.

"Yeah, she said she needed to rethink priorities."

Santana frowned. "Guess I have one more stop to make before homeroom."

"Tread lightly, San," Quinn warned. "She was in a foul mood the whole of last week."

"Well, we did kind of trash the choir room."

"Nah, it's more than that."

"Like what?"

Quinn shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"This is pathetic!" Brittany shouted into the megaphone. "I'm away for a week and you all turn into tubs of lard! Mandatory gym sessions every day this week during lunch. You're all on the master cleanse so you don't need to eat anyway. Get to the showers before I throw up."

"That's probably from the concussion," Santana murmured, trying to keep a straight face.

Quinn giggled and it was too infectious for the Latina to ignore. She tried to keep it to a minimum, but soon she was wheezing in pain.

"Jesus, Quinn, I give her to you for one morning and you're trying to kill her," Rachel said in a teasing voice.

Santana had fallen over and pushed herself up, still chuckling. "It was me. I made a funny."

"You made a funny?" Rachel repeated, arching an eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips.

Santana thought she looked good enough to eat. She reached out and grabbed the very short red skirt that she loved so much.

"Ok, pretty sure that's my cue to leave," Quinn said quickly.

Rachel smiled as Santana pulled her onto her lap. The cheerleader straddled the Latina – a position that had fast become one of their favourites.

"Hey, sexy," Santana murmured, running her hands up and down Rachel's legs.

"Hey yourself," she replied, looping her arms around Santana's neck and leaning in.

"Rachel!"

The squeal of the megaphone interrupted them just as they were about to kiss and Santana growled in frustration when her girlfriend turned to the person with the worst timing in the world.

"Something you need, Britt?" Rachel asked snippily and Santana was glad to hear that she was irritated at being interrupted too. Oooh, Rachel was sweaty. She had sexy sweaty skin so Santana started kissing the cheerleader's neck, flicking her tongue out to capture the saltiness.

"Fuck, San," Rachel hissed, her hands dropping down her back and digging her fingers into the flesh between her shoulder blades.

"Rach, showers," Brittany ordered.

"I'll give you a shower," Santana murmured, dragging her tongue up the length of Rachel's neck, "with my tongue."

"Oooh," Rachel moaned softly. "Fuck."

"You have no idea-" Santana began.

"Rachel! Now!"

Rachel let out a string of expletives that all string together to form a very long, very sexy sounding word. Santana reluctantly pulled away.

"Sorry," Rachel murmured. "I'll meet you at your locker before first period, ok?"

Santana nodded, squeezing the cheerleader's sexy ass before releasing her. Her eyes followed her down the bleachers to where Brittany was waiting. Their eyes met and Santana held the gaze. It was cool, but not friendly.

The cheerleaders turned and walked towards the locker rooms. Santana sighed and rested her head on her hand.

She wanted to make the effort for Rachel's sake, especially after everything she'd done for her. She really hoped that Brittany wouldn't make it overly difficult for them.

"What the hell was that?" Rachel asked as soon as they were out of earshot of Santana and Quinn.

Brittany shrugged, trying to play it nonchalant, but she already knew that it wasn't going to fly with her best friend. She knew her too well.

"Bullshit, B. What is it? You jealous? You still pissed? What is it?"

Brittany frowned. She actually didn't know what it was, but any time Rachel was with Santana, she just felt the need to disrupt them.

"I dunno," she mumbled. "Maybe I'm still whacked out on pain meds."

"Hey, if you're not ready to be back here-"

"No, I can't bear being in that house for one more fucking day," Brittany said quickly. "I was about to crazy."

"About to?" Rachel teased, pushing open the door to the Cheerios locker room.

Brittany cracked a smile and leaned against her locker as she watched Rachel pull her Cheerios top off. Her eyes widened.

"Jesus, Rachel! It looks like you have leprosy or something!"

Rachel blushed and smiled, her hand subconsciously going to the three marks on her neck. Her Cheerios top covered two of them and Brittany hadn't noticed how strategically Rachel had placed her hair to cover the third.

"There's this handy thing called concealer," Brittany said dryly. "You should try it."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I knew I was going to shower before school so I didn't bother putting it on before practice because it would've just washed off."

"Oh."

Rachel raised an eyebrow and continued undressing. Brittany rolled her eyes at the lingerie her best friend wore. It was practice for Christ's sake. Who the hell was going to see…oh.

She was reminded of once again seeing Rachel straddling Santana as they made out. It really was becoming an unfortunate habit. And Brittany expected it to happen a lot more frequently what with them dating now. Part of her was still confused as hell about how they'd even ended up together. Two weeks previously, Santana hadn't even given Rachel the time of day and now they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

In addition, she was now supposed to be nice to Lupus. Or Santana. Brittany sighed. She supposed that she'd have to call her by her actual name. She didn't think she'd actually ever done that. And honestly, she couldn't bring herself to care that she hadn't. But she'd promised Rachel she'd try and the brunette had totally saved her skin by not getting her kicked off the Cheerios. So she figured she kinda owed her. Plus, she'd been really nice the previous week, coming to visit her and help her with the strapping and keep her company. Her parents had been away (surprise, surprise) and had sent an email saying that they were glad no permanent damage had been done and that she should get well soon. Such loving parents. Her little brother and sister had been an absolute pain in her ass. She'd told them to sleep out as much as possible because she sure as hell wasn't mobile enough to run around after two hyperactive eight-year-olds.

"So deep in thought?" Rachel teased.

Brittany opened her eyes, realising she'd closed them and saw that the brunette was already out of the shower. She turned around, suddenly feeling weird that she was seeing her best friend naked.

"B, what's up?" Rachel asked curiously. "You're acting weird."

"Well, in case you forgot, I did get into a fight with your girlfriend last week and got a lovely concussion out of the deal," Brittany snapped automatically.

"Careful, B," Rachel said in a warning tone. "I did you a favour, remember? I didn't have to, but I did. I think I deserve a little bit more respect than that."

"Respect?" Brittany seethed, whirling around and immediately wishing she'd done that a little slower. "Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me? The entire fucking school knows that I got beat by Santana Lopez and that my best friend left me out to dry."

Rachel scowled and grabbed her underwear, pulling it on underneath her towel.

"I'm so sorry that you feel so victimised when you started the fucking fight in the first place," she snapped. "I'll make sure that the next time you fuck up, I'll kindly look in the other direction."

She clipped her bra into place and pulled a clean uniform on in record time.

"Don't think for a second that you're exempt from the new rules around here, though," Rachel added. "Play nice or end up in the sub-basement where you're so petrified of setting foot."

Brittany just glared at her as she quickly pulled her wet hair into a tight ponytail and grabbed her shoes and bag, walking away.

Rachel stopped before she left the locker room and pulled on her socks and shoes before redoing her hair, making it a little looser so that when her hair dried, it wouldn't pull so tight. As she went through the motions, she tried to calm herself down.

Where the hell did Brittany get off playing the victim? And where the hell had all this come from? She'd been fine all week long and had promised her that she'd be super nice to Santana. Then there had been the interruption after practice and now the blow up.

Rachel shook her head and exited the locker room, heading for her locker. She was still fuming and didn't notice anyone or anything. Regardless, a path still opened up for her as she walked. She spun the lock when she reached her locker, her frustration preventing her from concentrating enough to open it.

"Those damn things can be tricksy," a velvety voice said next to her.

Rachel turned to her girlfriend, whose teasing face immediately changed to one of concern when she saw her expression, and leaned against her, burying her face into her neck.

Santana's arms went around her, holding her as tightly as she dared without causing further injury and Rachel appreciated it. They both ignored the looks they got and the whispers that started circulating immediately.

"What happened?" Santana asked softly, pulling away slightly so that she could look into Rachel's eyes. She cradled her face in her soft hands.

Rachel sighed and shrugged. "I don't even know what happened. She just went completely off at me, accusing me of choosing you over her."

"But you didn't," Santana protested. "You went to see her just as much as me last week."

"Yeah, but she knew I'd rather be with you," Rachel mumbled. "I kinda talked about you all the time."

Santana smiled. "Well, you definitely get more brownie points in my book, but maybe she just misses her best friend. You know, the Rachel she had before I came into the picture."

Rachel grimaced. "That Rachel slept around and laughed when you got slushied." She shook her head. "She's not coming back. I like the new Rachel better."

Santana smiled softly. "I like her too."

Rachel returned the smile and leaned up to kiss her girlfriend. She heard a camera go off and broke away, glaring at some kid in green with a camera and a big smile.

"Care to explain what the fuck you're doing?" she snapped.

"Oh, I'm just takin' a pitcher of the two most popular girls in school to show me mam," he replied.

Rachel looked at Santana, who matched her what the fuck face.

"New kid," Santana said, stepping in front of Rachel, who then just slipped her arms very gently around Santana's waist and buried her face into her back. "I'm gonna let you in on how things work around here, ok? If you wanna take a picture, you ask. You don't just click. Me and my girlfriend here don't particularly want pictures of us popping up in Ireland or anywhere for that matter, unless we put them there ourselves."

"What she said," Rachel mumbled against Santana's back. She lifted her head. "Oooo, idea."

"Hmmm?" Santana asked, turning around, both of them forgetting about the Irish kid.

"You know how you mentioned posting pictures?" Rachel asked with a devious smile.

Santana rolled her eyes and chuckled. "I love your one track mind and I'll love it even more when I can actually take advantage of all your wonderful ideas, but right now, I'll settle for a proper good morning kiss."

Rachel grinned and leaned up, skipping Santana's mouth and moving to her ear. "But that kind of kiss can't really be done in public, can it?"

"Jesus fucking Christ," Santana breathed. "Ugh. Where's a goddamn genie when I need one?"

"Why do you need a genie?' Rachel whispered in her ear.

"So that I can wish my ribs to be healed."

"And then what would you do?"

She felt Santana's lips against her bare neck curve into a smile. "Well, you always get three wishes with a genie, right? So I'd wish everyone and everything in this school to freeze except for the two of us and then I would take you into every single room and fuck you in all of them."

"Oh," Rachel breathed, tightening her legs. "There are over one hundred classrooms in this school."

"Then for my third wish, I'd have lots of Red Bull available," Santana replied. She pulled back. "Oh, babe. You missed one this morning."

Rachel pulled back and looked at her girlfriend in surprise.

"What?" Santana asked, her brows furrowing in confusion. "It doesn't look that bad, really, but I dunno, maybe Coach Pillsbury-"

"You called me babe," Rachel interrupted softly.

"Oh." There was a faint blush on Santana's tan cheeks and it just widened Rachel's smile. "Sorry, I guess it kinda slipped out."

"I don't mind," she said. "I like it."

"Yeah?"

Rachel nodded.

"Ok." Santana's smile matched hers. "But seriously, you may want to get that covered, Rach."

Rachel sighed. "You know what? I don't give a fuck. I don't care if the whole school knows that my girlfriend has a serious penchant for giving me hickeys."

She turned back to her locker and spun it left, right then left again, smiling as it popped open easily. She grabbed her books for the first period and tried shoving her bag inside the small locker.

"Uh, why didn't you leave that in your gym locker?" Santana asked.

"Because I just wanted to get away from her. I was afraid I might say something really bad."

Santana paused. "I'll take it back for you," she said softly, holding out her hand.

Rachel frowned. "I really don't think that's a good idea. You're upset and she's pissed. You guys ended up in this predicament because you can't control your emotions around each other."

"Geez, you make it sounds like we're dating," Santana teased, grabbing the Cheerios bag. "It'll be fine. I promise to you, on pain of no kisses for the rest of the day, that I will be on my bestest behaviour." She held up her right hand and tried to look solemn.

Rachel burst out laughing and leaned up to kiss her cheek. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Actually, yes. I tell myself frequently."

Rachel smiled and shook her head. "I've got Cheerios training at lunch, but I'll see you in Glee later?"

"Yup, unless I snag you in the halls between classes," Santana said with a smile.

Rachel smiled back, but worry overran it.

"Hey," Santana said softly. "I learnt my lesson, Rachel. Trust me on this, ok? If things get too intense, I'll walk away. I made you a promise and that means something to me, ok?"

Rachel nodded, her worry only slightly appeased.

"I'll see you later?"

She nodded again and automatically tilted her lips up to meet Santana's in a brief but meaningful kiss.

"I'll text you," Santana whispered, trailing her finger down the side of Rachel's face before she spun around in the direction of the locker room.

Rachel sighed and held her books to her chest. She started towards homeroom, then spotted the green boy from earlier.

"Hey, Irish!" she called, walking over to him.

She definitely did not want the picture of her and Santana ending up on Twitter or Facebook or Tumblr.

Santana pushed open the locker room door and headed straight for the secluded Cheerios room at the back. She remembered where Rachel's locker was and had figured out her combo pretty easily during one of their many talks.

She hummed as she spun the dial, smiling when it popped open. She grinned when she saw that a small picture of her from last year's Thunderclap had been posted on the inside of the door.

Oh, yeah. Shit just got real. Pictures on locker doors. Santana chuckled to herself and put the red bag at the bottom, making sure she didn't knock anything over. She closed the locker door and jumped when the Head Cheerio appeared behind it.

"Jesus, that's some fucking magic trick," she said, wincing slightly at the discomfort being frightened had caused her.

Brittany just stared at her, her arms folded across her chest.

Santana looked around and saw that they were alone. Should she try? Trying was better than nothing, right?

"Uh, look, Brittany," Santana began. "First off, I'm sorry about last week-"

"You're sorry?" Brittany spat, stepping forward. "Sorry doesn't cut it. Not by a long shot."

Santana's eyes narrowed and she desperately fought that natural instinct to battle right back. "Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way," she said in what she hoped was a calm voice. "We were both to blame, though. Regardless," she continued quickly before the blonde could say something, "I think you should apologise to Rachel. After everything she's done for you, it was a little uncalled for that you snapped at her."

"What, she goes crying to her little girlfriend now?" Brittany said spitefully and Santana's eyes narrowed. "Guess you took her backbone when you sold her whatever story to get her on your side."

"On my side? Seriously? That's what you think this is about? Brittany, this is not a competition! I'm not conspiring to steal your best friend away from you. Trust me, I'm pretty sure we do things that best friends should not do, even if they are untouchable cheerleaders. But that's not the point. The point is that Rachel misses you. She misses her best friend. She says that you're kind of just going with whatever she says because you feel obliged to or something because she saved your Cheerios spot.

"Well, here's a little titbit of knowledge for you. The thing about a best friend is that you can do something for them, no matter how big or small, and not actually expect anything in return. I can tell you now, Rachel did what she did because you're her best friend and she doesn't actually expect anything from you to say thank you."

Brittany was frowning as Santana finished her speech and the Latina looked at her curiously.

"I know that she asked both of us to play nice and I'm willing to do that if you are," Santana said honestly. "I'd be lying if I said that I'd waited for this day to come, but here it is and after everything that she's done for me, I'm going to do this for her." She shrugged. "And maybe one day down the line, we might actually be genuine friends."

Brittany still didn't say anything, just held that frown on her face. Santana began to feel uncomfortable with the silence and started rocking on the balls of her feet. The Head Cheerio was a lot harder to read that she'd expected. It was easy when she was angry, which was often, but this whole silent treatment thing was hella confusing for the Latina.

"Um, so I'm gonna go…" Santana said, starting to step backwards.

"I think I'm jealous," Brittany finally said.

"Ok," Santana said, frowning in confusion. "But like I said, I'm not out there to steal your best friend. You don't need to be jealous of me."

Brittany looked up and Santana felt that same pull that she'd felt on the first day of high school when she'd seen those crystal blue orbs. She breathed in sharply, mentally shaking her mind of the memory. That was the past. Rachel was her present and maybe her future. Definitely her near future at the very least.

"I'm not jealous of you," Brittany said very quietly.

Santana snapped out of it and stared at Brittany as all possible meanings of what she said filtered through her brain. Unfortunately, only one really stuck and it was the one that really worried and confused Santana.

A/N: Gonna leave it there for today :) Good confrontations? Yes? No? I'd really love to know what you guys think :)

10 brownie points if you can spot a little summin-summin I slipped into Santana & Brittany's chat ;p

-H