"I don't know whether to be excited or scared that the two of you joined forces." Kurt exclaimed, as he eyes the new couple.
"Try not to splash us with your gay juice, Kurt." Santana laughed as she saw how excited the boy got, "We're not really telling anyone yet."
"Why not?" He asked.
"Well for one, everyone already hates me because of the baby-gate thing and two because we're both living at Santana's house and her family is homophobic." Quinn replied, squeezing her girlfriends hand. "So, just keep it cool okay."
"Have you told, Brittany?" He asked, as he noticed the blonde girl walk back into the house and over to Mike.
"Yeah. Well, kinda. I told her that I can't be with her anymore because I was seeing someone." The Latina sighed, her eyes following Brittany in the crowd. "I'm just worried that she's gonna go crazy on us."
"Did you tell her who you were seeing?" Kurt asked.
"No." Santana replied, "I wanted to protect you for as long as I could."
"Thanks, babe." Quinn smiled, leaning in and pressing her lips against Santana's neck.
"Ew. Girl love." Kurt recoiled, and made a face.
Santana rolled her eyes and leaned into the blondes body. Quinn smirked and playfully bit the darker girls skin.
Everything had been eerily good since the party. Brittany had kept her distance and not tried to sleep with Santana since that night, but Santana was nervous. She knew Brittany, she knew that the blonde wouldn't stay silent for long once she gets bored with Mike.
It was Sunday and Santana's family including Quinn got out of their SUV from church when the younger Latina noticed the blonde cheerleader sitting on her front step.
"Brittany." Santana said, as she saw the girl on the stairs. "What's up." Quinn's eyes narrowed as she walked behind her girlfriend.
"Can I talk to you?" The blonde girl asked, and Santana nodded walking up and unlocking the door ushering in her ex and her current romantic entanglements. Carlos and her mother followed in after everyone and went about their business in the house, Quinn lingered in the alcove. "Alone." Brittany said, her eyes glaring at the other blonde.
"Yeah." Santana replied, she walks over to Quinn and pulls her aside. "Babe, can you give me a few minutes?" Quinn nodded uncomfortable, looking over at Brittany before she exits the room to go help Ms. Lopez in the kitchen. Santana sighed and walked back over to Brittany and escorted her up to the bedroom.
"What's up, B?" Santana asked, as she closed her door.
"Are you with her?" The blonde asked bluntly.
"What?"
"Are you sleeping with her."
"Yes." Santana answered honestly, Brittany's face clenched at the truth. "What is the problem, B?"
"You're screwing Quinn. I mean really? She's not... I don't even know. Why?"
"Because, I like her. She likes me."
"Are you dating? I thought you said 'sex wasn't dating.'" Brittany accused.
"B. I don't know. You know how I feel about this subject. You know I can't be out and with anyone because of my family."
"But, your willing to try this with her?"
"You never wanted this with me!" Santana exclaimed, "You never wanted to be my girlfriend, Brittany. If you did you would have broken up with Mike, or Matt. You wouldn't have slept with all the guy's you've slept with while we were sleeping together."
"You never asked." Brittany feigned disappointment.
"No." Santana spat, "You don't get to be disappointed." she exclaimed, "Just be happy for me. Please, Brittany you're still my friend."
"I know." Brittany sighed, pushing back her hair. "I'm just... I don't know."
"Yeah." Santana sighed, "I know."