I know my updates have been here and there so I apologize..

I worked hard on this chapter considering I had a friend over and she doesnt know I like Glee and am capital G Gay so I wa slike a ninja writing this in front of her and uploading it all without her knowing.. hehe ninja me(:

Dada- I took your sugggestion in mind and i decided to toy with it.. I hope you like this and of course i will dwell into it a lot more(:

It also came to mind that some people might want to see different POV's like Quinn or Santana heck even Lord Tubbington(; Juss lemme know folks(:

Read on my friends!

Brittany's POV:

I hate it. I hate having to sit around and think about what Santana is doing with Puck. I don't want to think about it. I don't even want to think about him. Never in my life have I ever hated a person or even disliked a person to an extent, but he just got under my skin.

I threw myself off my bed and walked over to my window and just sat. I just looked outside and just looked. The moon was shining through my window so it lit up the room; the stars littered the sky, so many of them. Santana once told me that once I got done counting the stars that's the day she'd stop protecting me.

Apparently I'm done counting the stars, because here I was hurt and not protected one little bit.

As realization flows through me I just let the tears slide down my cheeks without a care in the world. I bring my legs up to my chin and rock.

I'm not crying with noises I'm just silently crying the way they do in the movies.

The tears actually feel good. Letting my emotions shine through and not hiding them like Santana wants me to do.

Maybe her not loving me back is the best thing for both of us. She can be happy with Puck and I can find myself a nice girl or guy to move to Ney York with and get married while attending Julliard, have some kids and grow old together.

It was perfect. Well maybe for other people but to me it was broken and fake. I didn't just want any other girl or guy with me in my future I wanted San.

I exhaled heavily and went back to looking at the stars. There was no way I'm done counting them. There's just too many. I'm pretty sure that all these years I've been counting the same stars anyway.

My head snapped up so fast I wonder how I didn't break it off completely. All these years I've been counting the same stars which means I am not done counting the stars. Which means she still protects me. Even though I'm hurt right now San will make it better later.

She's my knight in shining armor she'll do whatever it takes to protect me.

I let a small smile play on my lips and I fist pump the air. People say I'm stupid but I'm not. I figured this all out on my own.

I jump up and sprint around my room searching for my shoes. I plan on finding me some protecting. I giggle at my ghetto talk. It's a lot cuter when San does it though.

I throw on an old Cheerios hoodie and race outside towards my car. Yes San convinced everyone that I could handle driving so now I drive.

It's actually not that hard so people are just weirdo's not wanting me to drive.

I whip my baby out of the driveway and race towards Santana's house. 'Ass Back Home' was playing on the radio and I took it as a sign which pushed me to go faster towards her house.

As I pull into her driveway I see the living room lights on and considering this is my second home I'm just going to walk right in.

I race through the perfectly cut grass, jump over the little gnome I put in front of her walkway when I was 7, and barge through the door.

Looking back I knew I shouldn't have just barged and just knocked but who was I to know that I would find a naked Puck and an equally naked Santana on her grin that had occupied my face the entire time here was thrown out the metaphorical window and not just thrown but hacked and broke and kicked out of the window.

Puck cursed and searched for his boxers while Santana looked me right in the eye. She looked sad and apologetic.

"Jesus Britt! Why the freak are you here?" Puck growled as he put on some clothes.

Not once did I break my eye contact with Santana. She didn't move one inch which meant she was still very much naked and usually I would get excited but right now I just felt like someone had bit my heart a million times.

"I'm done counting the stars." I whisper and my voice just breaks as I turn and brokenly walk out the door.

Rachel's POV:

If you had told me a month ago that Quinn Fabray would come to me for advice on the musical world I would have politely asked you to stop joking with me but here we were. Quinn Fabray needed me for a song selection for Glee. I was elated. Finally someone saw how amazing I am and how much music has made an impact on my life.

It was after school and Quinn and I decided to stay behind to scroll through our schools album selections. I had to admit they had a pretty nice choice but my head was a better place to look.
So while she was looking I was flipping through all the songs in my head until I found the perfect one.

"Can you please tell me what type of song you are shooting for? It would make this about one hundred times easier if I knew the type of mood you wanted to set during this song or the types of feelings you wanted to convey."

Quinn just chuckled and shook her head while side glimpsing at me.

"Rach you know you don't have to speak in paragraphs right?"

She then did the infamous Fabray eyebrow raise that I adore so much.

I giggle and shuffle my feet against the desk in front of me. "I'm sorry I just get really excited about music." I look down when I finally catch up to what she said.

"Hold up! You called me Rach. Instead of Man-hands or Rupaul." I bet you ten tony awards that my mouth is wider than the Grand Canyon at this very second.

She just laughs and turns towards me while leaning slightly against the nearest bookshelf.

"Yeah well were kind of friends so I figured I should probably start calling you by your name now right?"

I give her a megawatt smile and clap excitedly. She just grins and shakes her head before turning around to continue browsing.

I giggle before I ask her, "Since were friends now, does that mean I can call you Quinnie the Pooh?"

Brittany's POV:

I didn't want to get up this morning but my mom told me I couldn't miss dance so I reluctantly got up and threw on something. I didn't pay much attention to what I did but all of a sudden I was in my dance studio with my friends laughing around me.

"Wow Britt you don't look too good." Jenny, my dance friend comes up to me and grimaces with a tiny smirk playing on her lips.

"Yeah well I'm not having the best weekend." I mutter as I strip off my hoodie leaving me in nothing but tank top and sweats.

I'm ready to just dance off all of emotions. I needed a fast and hard song. I grab Jenny and start to dance with her. She's used to my random moments of just needing to dance so she let me pull her across the room to the middle of the dance floor.

I position her in front of me as I hit play on the stereo while my other friends smile and sit down around us. The always enjoyed mine and Jenny's performances.

Jenny was a really beautiful girl I had to admit it, tall, brunette, natural beauty but still chooses to wear make-up. Her light caramel eyes always had me mesmerized. They were quite beautiful and so easy to get lost in. She had cute little dimples that would always show when I made her laugh. I had to admit Jenny was probabley one of my closest dance friends. She understood me through our dances. Thats why I always begged for her to be my partner because we just flowed so well together.

But we didnt flow as well as me and San.

I run my hands down her sides as the beat starts up. Our chests start pumping as the song 'Dang Diggy Dang' comes on.

Our legs spread and we start crumping into each other's body. As the song picks up we're a tangle of limbs as we dance on one another. She cranes her neck and laces her hands through my hair, tangling in my golden locks. We roll our bodies together like we're becoming one person. Her body just rolls on mine so well and so cunning I actually feel like we've been doing this for years.

My hot breath hits her neck as I pant, while shaking our bodies against each other's. From afar it looks like were humping but only dancers would know were crumping. She starts twisting her body spreading it all over mine. I have to admit this was pretty hot. If I was walking by I would for sure see sex in the dance. I just needed to forget San and her stupid, stupid boyfriend. I needed to not feel for just a couple of minutes.

Could anyone give me a couple minutes to just forget and clear my head. The girl i've loved ever since I was born was with some dirty perveted teenage boy that didnt know one single thing about her. Like when she laughs so hard that her eyes close, or when she's hungry she scrunches her nose and the ends of her eyes crinkle, or that her favorite movie is actually 'Beauty and the Beast.'

I clear my head of all Santana related things and just think about Jenny and our dance. As the song ends were both panting heavily and were so tangled up its like we're playing a game of 'Twister.'

She rests her forehead against mine as we try and catch our breathes, our friends capping their heads off in the distance but were both so exhausted we don't pay them any attention.

Jenny grins and hugs me. "That's one of the best dances I've done in my life and not just because I basically got to second base with you." She winks before walking off.

I feel better now that I have danced. I do somewhere deep down feel a twinge of guilt for basically having sex with Jenny in front a bunch of our friends.

I didn't care anymore though Sanny had Puck so why couldn't I have Jenny.

Crystal our dance instructor came out of her office and was clapping.

"That dance was spectacular!" She was about thirty and had the heart of a five year old.

"And guess who gets to see that dance? Will Shuester has asked me to get my best dancers and show them some hip hop and guess who gets to dance for the McKinley High Glee club? Brittany and Jenny with their hot tamale dance number!"

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