A/N: Chapter 3, yay! It's a smidgen longer than the other two, I hope you all enjoy it as well as the first 2 chaps. Thank you guys for reviewing, they mean a hell of a lot to me, and all of you are awesome! ;D The alerts/favorites are great too, so thank you.

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More to come soon-ish!

A gentle tap, tap, tap on my shoulder has the pencil between my fingers pausing, and my eyes narrowing into slits with instant irritation. There is no one in the class that I want to deal with right now, or ever really, so I gladly ignore them. I hear a familiar frustrated huff, almost erratic writing with a ball point pen, and then paper being undoubtedly neatly folded up. A tan, slender hand enters my eyesight, before retreating just as quickly, leaving the predicted 'neatly folded paper' behind. I roll my eyes, but humor the irritant by picking it up and unfolding the stupid thing to read.

Your sketch of Quinn is beautiful, Santana, I didn't know that you could draw. I am pleasantly surprised.

The fuck? My sketch of-oh. Oh, hell. Of course, I was drawing Quinn Fabray in plain sight, where everyone in sitting distance of me could see.

Smart move, Lopez

I glare at the colorless but flawless sketch of Quinn mocking me, and then rip it out my notebook, angry with myself for getting so damn carried away. After balling the drawing up, I slap the note on the desk and scribble a response to the nosey singer beside me.

Yeah whatever, man-hands, just keeps your mouth shut or I'm telling Bigfoot about the little crush you have for someone who isn't him.

I read over it, slip the paper over to her without folding it, and relish in the horrified gasp that she emits when she sees what I wrote. I chuckle as she writes furiously under my not as 'perfect' handwriting, and can't help but laugh more when it is nearly thrown back at me.

You know? How? Puck is the only one I told. Please, Santana, don't tell him, it is just a stupid crush, nothing more. Finn does not need to know.

Ha! I knew that would get to her. Wait, Puck knows? She actually confessed her crush on him?

Relax, munchkin, you keep quiet, so do I. I just cannot believe you told Puck you had a crush on him. Stupid move, Berry.

This time when she gets it, I hear a mumbled 'huh?' her face scrunches up in confusion, and then her eyes dart to mine. My own zone in on her swallowing, before she glances away and decidedly doesn't write back, the paper falling from her fingers to come to a rest on the desk instead. And now I am way beyond curious to know what the hell just happened.

My attempts at gaining her attention with a new piece of paper go ignored; she only tenses up, and brushes it aside.

As soon as the bell rings, Rachel scrambles to get out of her seat, obviously trying her best to avoid me, but I snag the strap of her book bag and tug her back. She yelps, flailing her arms around to get free, and one of her hands manages to smack me in the face; I growl, becoming a little more than exasperated.

"Stop resisting, smurf, I just want to talk!" I yell, cautiously letting go of my advantage on her bag to capture and trap her clobbering hands.

"No, let go of me this instant, Santana!" She yells back, fighting my hold on her, luckily though, I have the upper hand.

Once realizing that she has no chance of escaping, and that I'm not letting go, she 'humphs' and grumpily stomps her left, ugly Mary Jane shoe on the floor.

"Now, do you or do you not have a crush on Puckerman?" I ask when she stops moving, hoping that her answer is no.

I've spotted the both of them together quite a few times since Monday, looking suspiciously close, I mean, Rachel is either all giggly around him or sad. Puck is not the best person to have a crush on, he is a heart breaker, and would tear this girl's too soft heart to shreds if they ever 'hooked' back up. Not that I care or anything.

"Why do you care? You're just going to spout off any information I give you, and then I will just be the laughing stock of the school for weeks." She retorts, while wiggling in my arms again.

I hold fast, a feeling of guilt rising up.

"Because it's Puck, he is a man whore, Berry, so just forget your crush and move on, before you end up hurt. Again." I grumble, and then finally let go, having filled my good deed quota.

"Hi, San, hi, Rachel!" Brittany's cheery voice greets us as she bounds in and over, putting an instant smile on my face.

"Hey, Britt Britt, you're in class early." I mumble into her shoulder as she hugs me, she nods and then pulls away, only to invade Rachel's space to hug her as well.

"Right, well, I'm out; I'll see you later, B." I sigh as she squeezes Rachel tighter, but don't stay to see them break apart, it is apparent that Brittany is feeling extra affectionate today.

Another class, one less exciting than the last, passes by before lunchtime rolls around. The lunchroom is next on Britt's colorful list of places to find Quinn, and seeing as she found me first yesterday, pretty much discombobulating my head, and not to mention spiking my arousal, I went home without searching for her further. The encounter left me shocked and horny, there was no way I could have run into her again without either jumping her for the state she put and left me in or becoming a stuttery, lov-lust sick puppy and seriously embarrassing myself in front of her.

I couldn't let either of those happen, I had to rewind, process, and formulate a plan of action.

I have no fucking plan. My mind is still in too much shock to think that hard. What ever would I do without my Brittany? Nothing, that is what, I'd be standing on the sidelines, watching, waiting to make a move, and most likely never making it, because instead of being a badass who gets whomever she wants, I would be the nerd who is scared shitless of going after her. B is my savor, she observes, she plans in color, and she is not afraid to go through with them. Therefore, I will buck up, look for Quinn, and save her as Brittany did with me. Also, payback for leaving me high and not so dry.

And, maybe, possibly get some deep, passionate, sweet lady kisses.

I stand in the doorway, eyes darting over the crowd, and searching tables as depicted in the picture. There is only one difference, no Quinn anywhere in sight. Just in case I somehow missed her pink bed hair, I give the room another once over, disappointment gripping me when, again, I see her nowhere. Letting out a huff big enough to rival one of Berry's I cross my arms, turn, and stalk off. If Quinn is not there, then where the hell does she go for lunch? Because not once since our first day back has she been in there to eat.

Fabray is turning out to be one of those 'You don't find me, I find you' people. I don't like it.

I push open the bathroom door, needing to consult my drawings on where to go next, unfortunately, Brittany only has one more location. So, if I cannot locate her there, I am going to need new info. I lean against the sink, and unfold the wrinkled paper, but a toilet flushing has me quickly folding it back up and stuffing it in my Cheerios skirt. When the door swings opens, I am struck breathless, a rush of air releasing from my lungs and escaping past my open mouth. How can one girl be so damn sexy coming out of a bathroom stall?

Quinn grins crookedly at me, and I have to grasp the edge of the sink to keep from turning into an overheated puddle.

"Hi." I practically freeze as she steps further out, and expecting her to come at me, I turn into a nervous as hell statue when she walks over.

She chuckles, going to the sink beside me to wash her hands instead. I release a breath that I didn't realize I was holding, and feeling suddenly put off by her frustrating cocksure attitude, I whirl around, fiercely glaring at her through the mirror. There is a hitch in her breath, and she seems to falter, her hands hesitating under the running water as our eyes lock. I feel triumphant, to know that I can affect her with just a look puts a smirk on my face, and though it almost wavers when she winks at me, I force myself to appear unaffected. Needing to turn things around so that she doesn't have the upper-hand, I close the few inches between us, pressing into her side and letting my breasts bare down on her arm. Taken off guard, she sways from the small impact, and then blinks mutely as her cheeks tinge an adorable pink.

"You wanted me in the race? Well, I gots some news for you honey, Tana is no runner up." Leaning my head closer, my lips ghost along her ear as I whisper into it, and when I pull slightly back to see if my words and actions had any effect, I immediately notice downcast, hooded eyes.

The grey eye shadow she has layered on is so smoothly done that it only enhances her gorgeous face. Not that she needs enhancing, I myself have always thought Quinn was one of the most attractive girls on the planet earth, so she honestly does not need anything; clothes, make-up, or the new attitude adjustment, to make her any hotter than she already is. However, I am not complaining, I actually dig this new look, but until I solve the why of it; the hotness factor is diluted by my worry over her. I both want her - badly - and need to be there for her. She has, after all been one of my best friend's for years.

If only she would let me in for reals.

"..." She mutters something that I cannot hear, clears her throat, and then goes silent again.

I tilt my head, gently brush aside the wiry strands of hair that fell in her face, and tuck them behind her ear, where I once again plant my aching lips, "Tell me."

Quinn noticeably shudders, her own head twisting a fraction, and it would have been almost subtle if it were not for me being so damn close to her. Whether it was intentional or not, she just bared her neck to me. My eyes flutter closed in reaction, she may not have meant it, but Quinn has no idea what that did to me, hell, what it's still doing.

"I said, neither am I." She speaks up, voice clearer, yet deeper than before.

"Hm… and what happens when I win?" I chuckle against her ear, my eyes reopening and flickering back to her darkened hazels, before I slip my fingers underneath her shirt.

The pads of my fingertips tickle over her side, and the sensation not only makes her belly flutter, but also makes my breathing pick up.

"San-"

The squeak of the door swinging open cuts her off, and I reel back so fast, that my nails scratch into uber soft skin, causing Quinn to hiss and freeze up. We both school our features as Mercedes walks in, though when she sees us in here, we both receive questioning, if not a little suspicious, looks from her.

"You two better not be plotting something." She waggles her finger, half-heartedly glaring, and with one last curious glance, enters one of the stalls.

"Us? No. What could you and I possibly plot, Q?" I quip, half-sarcastic half-playful, and then wink at a mostly catatonic Quinn, hoping to ease some life back into her.

I only get an unreadable look in return.

"I have to go." She shakes her head, pushes angrily off the sink, and storms out, not once looking back at me.

A pout forms instantly, and I scowl at the door that she just practically bolted out of, frustrated in more than one-way. Once was not good enough, no, now it's gone up to twice that I have been left hanging. Wet, so, so very wet. Horny, wanting, longing, needing. All of her. Maybe this time she was in the same boat, because she cannot seriously tell me she was not at all affected.

If she weren't, I would have been slapped and yelled at for touching her like that, and again, if she weren't, she would not have started this to begin with.

Quinn liked it, she wanted me, and I have no plans to deny her anything that she wants, including me.