Thanks for the reviews some of them are interesting to say the least *chuckles* I honestly didn't think that many people would really read this so was kind of doing my own thing. I'm sorry if I've upset some people however it does say that there's Pezberry in the description... (Kurt doesn't make an appearance in this chapter. If you want to know where he was, he was doing anything and everything to stay out of the apartment until things had calmed down.)

Over at Brittanys

Santana awoke to Brittany wrapped around her, both of them hot, naked and an entanglement of legs. She felt her heart tighten as she looked down at the sleeping blonde; thinking how having her back in her arms was too good to be true. She stroked her cheek lightly and sighed.

'I love you,' she whispered.

The silence was cut short by the sound of an alarm clock filling the room. Brittany yawned and opened her eyes looking up at Santana and smiling.

'Good morning,' she said.

'Good morning to you too,' Santana replied.

'I wish I didn't have work,' Brittany groaned, turning the alarm off.

'Me too… guess I should leave you to get ready,' Santana replied reluctantly.

As she untangled herself Brittany planted a kiss on her lips giving Santana a small flutter of butterflies. She sat up and watched as Brittany stretched and pulled herself out of bed, stark naked; she looked beautiful in the morning light.

'I am one lucky girl,' Santana grinned as she got herself out of bed and made to put on one of Brittany's old t-shirts.

Over at the Apartment

Quinn woke up to the sound of Rachels soft breathing beside her. She looked down at the brunette and felt a twinge in her stomach; it hurt to look at her sleeping and so innocent. For a moment she almost forgot what had transpired the day before; how could someone so beautiful be capable of such deceit?

In truth, yesterday she had been scared that Santana would return in her absence and then only God knows what would have happened between her and Rachel. Rachel said that she didn't love Santana but somewhere deep down she still had doubts about it. She had to come back home to stop her mind from overloading with the thought of them together. It didn't mean things were fine – far from it – but she had to start somewhere and besides why should she have to be the one to leave the apartment? She hadn't done anything wrong.

Some of the rage she had been feeling yesterday returned at the thought of Santana. The stupid bitch could never keep her hands to herself; she should have known not to trust her from the myriad of boyfriends she had accumulated in highschool. Hell, she didn't even care if it was someone else's boyfriend she had her claws in - she was that selfish. Sure, she had changed after she met Brittany but she even managed to fuck that up after a while… Brittany: that was an interesting thought; she wondered if Brittany knew about Santana and Rachel and if not, perhaps she should enlighten her. Quinn didn't know how to make things better but she had an idea of where she could start…

She got up quietly so as not to wake Rachel. A trip to Starbucks was in order.

Over at Starbucks

Quinn entered Starbucks - the smell of coffee invading her nostrils - and surveyed the shop for Brittany. She caught sight of her behind the counter serving and worked her way through the crowd of people towards her. She stood in line behind the other customers until it was her turn to be served.

'Quinn!' Brittany exclaimed with a smile when she saw her.

'It's good to see you Brittany,' Quinn replied, looking at the menu boards, deciding something.

'How have you been? I haven't seen you since highschool!'

'I've been okay,' Quinn said before she bit her lip and leaned in 'actually to be honest Brittany, I've had better days…'

Brittany touched Quinns arm gently.

'What's wrong?' She asked with a concerned frown.

'Oh it's nothing, well I shouldn't go on about it; it's just this whole deal with Santana and Rachel…'

Brittany furrowed her brow.

'What deal with Santana and Rachel?'

Quinn raised her eyebrows.

'Well the whole being caught out…'

'I don't understand…' Brittany replied slowly.

'I mean I'm sure Santana has told you all about it,' Quinn said brushing it off 'you dating her again and all… but her and Rachel who would have thought?'

Brittany's face dropped.

'What do you mean Quinn?'

Quinn feigned a confused expression.

'She hasn't told you?'

'Told me what?'

'Well she and Rachel have been all over each other while I've been at work; I caught them at it yesterday Brittany…'

Brittany shook her head.

'But you and Rachel are together?'

Quinn sighed.

'I know, or so I thought we were… it hasn't been easy for me I admit.'

Brittany stayed silent as another customer approached the counter and gave an impatient cough.

'I have to get back to work Quinn,' Brittany said quickly.

'I understand,' Quinn replied nodding.

Quinn turned around and weaved her way through the crowd of people. As she walked out of the shop she looked back to see Brittany dropping someone's change all over the counter.

Over at the apartment

'Santana?' Rachel said surprised as the Latino walked in through the door.

'Don't worry Berry, I'm just here to pack my stuff. I should have somewhere to stay by the end of the week…'

Rachel stopped her.

'I'm sorry Santana,'

'What for? It takes two to tango.'

'I know, but it wasn't fair what I did to you and Quinn,'

'It's nothing to me, Quinn on the other hand... Where is she anyway?'

'I don't know she went out this morning I guess, she was gone when I woke up.'

Just as Santana was about to reply the front door slammed and Quinn walked in, looking partially smug and partially exhausted.

'This looks cosy,' she said eyeing Santana.

'Quinn…' Rachel said quickly.

'Don't worry Rachel, I know there's only so much Mexican one can eat before it starts to lose it's appeal,' Quinn retorted.

Santana rolled her eyes and muttered something to herself.

'Where were you?' Rachel asked.

Quinn went over to the fridge and opened it.

'Oh nowhere special… just the Starbucks across the road.'

Santana turned to face her, her dark eyes narrowing.

'Why were you at Starbucks?' She demanded.

'It's a good place for a coffee… and a chat,' Quinn smirked.

'What have you done?' Santana growled, stepping towards Quinn in a threating manner.

'I think it's you whose been doing things Santana,' Quinn retorted.

'Don't mess me around Quinn,' Santana said in a low voice.

Quinn turned to face her, taking in her length.

'Why not? Don't you think it's long overdue?'

'What have you said to Brittany?' Santana said, losing her patience.

Quinn pretended to be deep in thought before she laughed.

'Oh that's right, she works at Starbucks… come to think of it I did run into her and we had a little catch up; I just filled her in on recent events, you know the usual.'

Santana didn't bother to respond as she barged past Rachel and out of the door, frantically trying to get to Starbucks before Brittany finished her shift. She cursed herself for not telling Brittany about Rachel earlier. She had never cheated on Brittany with Rachel ever but this was still really bad. God knows what Quinn had told her…

She reached Starbucks just as Brittany was cleaning up behind the counter.

'Brittany…' Santana said, gasping for breath '…Quinn… she wasn't telling the truth.'

Brittany looked at her and shook her head, her eyes clouded over.

'Is it true Santana, you and Rachel?'

'Yes but Britt I thought we weren't going to be together for a while and Rachel was there after we split up… she was comfort…'

Brittany bit her lip as her eyes glazed over with tears.

'All this time, and behind Quinn's back Santana how could you?'

'It wasn't like that Britt please listen to me, no one would ever come before you, things were complicated between me and Berry but now you're back in my life properly I don't want anything to do with her!'

Brittany threw the cloth down, crossed her head and ran out from behind the counter to the staff room. Santana watched her as she disappeared and slammed her fist down on the counter.

'Fuck!' She muttered.

Blaine appeared in front of Santana, fixing his apron.

'Can I get you something?' He asked smiling.

'No,' Santana sighed.

'You live with Kurt don't you?' He said squinting at her.

'Yeah… well I'm not sure for how much longer,' Santana shrugged.

Blaine gave a sad smile as though he already knew what the deal was. Santana tapped her fingers on the counter impatiently then she pointed to the staff room door.

'Brittany… Can you ask her to come out of there, just for a moment?' Santana pleaded.

Blaine bit his bottom lip as he nodded and disappeared behind the door. Moments later both he and Brittany reappeared, her eyes dry and her body tense. She wouldn't look Santana in the eye.

'Talk to me,' Santana pleaded.

'My job here is to serve coffee,' Brittany retorted coldly 'if you're not going to buy anything then you have to leave.'

Santana flinched, she couldn't leave things like this so she resolved that she would stay in the shop until Brittany finished her shift; they couldn't chuck a customer out over personal reasons surely?

'Okay, well can I get a caramel latte?'

Brittany looked at her, devoid of emotion.

'You know what… make your own damn coffee Santana, I'm so done here.'

Back at the apartment

Santana stormed into the apartment, her temper flaring.

'Quinn!' she shouted.

She found Quinn in the kitchen, half a bagel in her mouth.

'Rachel's gone out,' Quinn replied 'so I guess you'll have to use the kitchen for something other than banging my girlfriend.'

Santana stood inches away from Quinn and shoved a finger into her chest.

'You told Brittany! I'll never forgive you for this!'

Quinn slapped it away.

'And what about what you did to me huh? You took everything that was dear to me and turned it into a lie Santana!'

Santana laughed, a furious look in her eyes.

'It's not my fault you couldn't satisfy Berry!'

The line had been crossed. Quinn smacked the palm of her hand against Santana's face as Santana grappled with her, grabbing her by the hair. Plates went clattering to the floor as more kicking and scratching ensued until finally Santana managed to wrestle Quinn to the ground straddling her and pinning her down by the arms to keep her in place.

'I'm sorry about what I did,' Santana said breathless 'I knew it was wrong but I was going through a phase of not caring about anything. I know it's not an excuse but it's done now and it will never happen again Quinn.'

Quinn struggled against Santana's grip angrily.

'That's not good enough, you've destroyed everything!' She spat.

Santana held her in place.

'Quinn, look at me… I'm sorry, so sorry.'

Quinn looked at her and saw repentance in the Latino's eyes.

'You knew I loved her,' she said weakly.

'I know and I'm sorry, a thousand times sorry,' Santana sighed.

Santana let Quinn get up as the blonde burst into tears and sunk back down to the floor. Santana let out a deep breath and hesitated before wrapping her arms around her and holding her close.

'It hurts,' Quinn whispered.

'It's going to hurt for a while,' Santana replied.

Quinn buried her head into Santana's shoulder.

'I hate you for what you've done.'

Santana sighed.

'I hate myself too Quinn, I wish I could make it up to you.'

Quinn stayed silent, as though she was considering something. She looked up into Santanas eyes, her own hazel ones damp with tears.

'You really think I can't satisfy her?'

'No, I was just saying things I didn't mean,' Santana replied quickly.

'Show me,' Quinn said.

'What?'

'Show me what you gave her that I didn't,' Quinn said grabbing Santana by the collar.

'What do you mean?' Santana asked slowly.

Quinn leaned in and kissed Santana softly on the lips. Santana drew back as though she'd been stung.

'No, Quinn, I love Brittany,' she protested 'I can't… Quinn this isn't right!'

Quinn straddled her lap and looked into her dark eyes with her own curious hazel ones, searching.

'Who's going to know...' She whispered.

'I'll know! It's not fair to her,' Santana pleaded.

Quinn bit her bottom lip and glared at Santana.

'Don't you think you owe this to me?'

Santana went to reply but found she was lost for words.