(I'm back! l This story will be winding down soon! I'm always open to new ideas for stories though!)
"How are we going to handle this?" Quinn asked as she leaned against the wall of Santana's bedroom.
"I have no idea." Santana sighed. "Like, she and I weren't together; but she's Brittany you know?"
"Do you want to be with her?" Quinn whispered, looking at the floor. Santana crossed the room and pulled the blonde's chin up to face her.
"You know I don't." Santana stated, pressing her lips against Quinn's. "I'm with you, and I don't want that to change. I'm just worried that she's gonna loose it."
"Yeah." Quinn sighed as she threaded their fingers together. "Did she tell you if she was going to Matt's party tonight?
"Yeah. She got back at the 3-am and she was gonna sleep then come out tonight." Santana replied, "Do you still want to go?"
"I mean we have to face her sometime and I think doing it in public would be less volatile then in private."
They got changed and headed to Matt's house, which was luckily right down the street.
"hold up a second." Santana exclaimed as she grabbed ahold of the blondes hand.
"What's wrong?" Quinn replied, looking into the girls eyes. "This is going to be okay."
"I know." Santana sighed, pulling the girl into her arms. "I want you to know how much I care about you." She whispered against her neck, before pulling away. "Let's get this over with."
They walked the rest of the distance to the house that was vibrating with the sounds of the sub-woofer. Quinn pushed open the door and pulled Santana in behind her. They scanned the crowed, only cheerios and football players. Santana grabbed a beer for both her and Quinn and they walked over to Puck.
"Puck." Santana said curtly, as she flips the top of her bottle.
"Santana, Q." he smiled, his eyes roaming over their bodies. "You guys look hot."
"We always do." Santana snapped back, leaning slightly into the blondes body.
"True." He replied, "Have you seen Brittany yet?"
"No. She's here?" Quinn asked, looking around the room.
"Yeah, man." He smirked, "She's looking wicked hot too. She's right there." he pointed out. Both girl's heads snapped to look where Puck pointed. Brittany was standing with Mike, wearing a dark blue halter top with tight jeans. The other blonde looked up and smiled when she saw her two friends. She quickly disengaged from Mike and skipped over to them.
"Santana!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the Latina. "I missed you so much."
"You too, B." Santana replied, pulling out of the hug. "It's good to see you."
"Hey Q." Brittany smiled, her hand still lingering on Santana's hip.
"How was Amsterdam?" Quinn asked, her eyes fixating on the other blondes hand. Santana noticed this and quickly extradited herself from the other girls touch.
"It was so much fun!" Brittany beamed, "But, I'm glad to be home. San, can we go talk for a second?"
Santana looked at Quinn who nodded and the two girls walked outside to the porch. Once the door closed, Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and pressed her lips against the Latina.
"Woah." Santana exclaimed, "Hold up."
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked, pulling back.
"I can't do this."
"Do what?"
"Kiss you." Santana sighed, pushing her hair back. "You're with Mike and I'm..."
"So, Mike doesn't need to know." Brittany smiled, sliding closer to the Latina.
"I'm seeing someone." Santana blurted out, her gaze falling onto the floor.
"What?" Brittany said in surprise. "No your not."
"Yes. I am, B." Santana replied, looking up. "Brittany, I'm seeing someone. I can't do this with you anymore."
"But, It's never stopped us before. I mean when you were with Puck..."
"I didn't care about Puck." Santana admitted, "I care this time."
"I don't believe you."
"Brittany, you don't have to believe me. It's the truth." Santana sighed, she looked at the girl. "You should get back to Mike." she said as she turned to walk back into the house. She scanned the crowd and saw Quinn talking to Kurt.
"Hey." Santana said as she slid up next to the blonde. Quinn smiled and links their fingers together without a second thought.
"You okay?" Quinn asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Yeah." Santana replied, as she squeezed her hand.
"Guys?" Kurt inquired as he looked between the two girls. "Are you two..."
"Yeah." Quinn smiled, as she looked admiringly at her girlfriend.