"Come on, who's going to play first?" Jesse asked, running around the table to turn on the XBox .

"You bitches are going to get owned!" I sang, grinning at Santana and Jesse who were sitting on the bed.

"Where's Quinn though?" I asked when I noticed her absence.

"I think she went to the park with Tina and Rachel, she doesn't like Call of Duty. She's more of a Guitar Hero type," Jesse replied.

"So, here are the rules," he continued, "each of us are going to play against each other. Who has the biggest kill number, wins."

"Fair enough."

"Santana, you'll see how it's like to get your ass kicked," he grinned.

"Come on, if the winner was the one who has the biggest death number, you'd be a champion," Santana threw him one of her "bitch please" looks.

"Britt and I first," Jesse said.

He and I sat next to each other, taking the joysticks into our hands. Santana was laying on her side behind us, peeking through the empty space between us.

I must say I wasn't a Pro, but I was still better than he was. I used to play Call of Duty 2 on my computer at home, but Modern Warfare was faster and more dynamic. Jesse was very loud and every time he tried to sneak up to me from behind, I'd shoot him in the head. He was very good at hiding somewhere, waiting for me to show up and then killing me with a sniper, but one of the rules was also "no camping."

Santana made boo noises every time one of us got killed and every time she did that, Jesse slapped her leg to shut her up, but then she'd just get meaner.

"Told ya," I said proudly after 15 minutes, throwing the joystick behind me.

"Not fair, Santana sabotaged me. I couldn't concentrate," he tried to defend himself with a lame excuse.

"I guess my hotness was way too disturbing for you," Santana interfered.

In my mind I was like "God yes", but on the outside I managed to pull out a poker face while Jesse just turned his head on the side, mumbling something.

"Okay, so who's next?" I broke the silence.

"You and me," Santana said, pointing at us with her finger. "He needs to get his shit together," she tilted her head towards Jesse.

"Let me show you that it's not about the weapon, but about the person who uses it," she said as she took Jesse's joystick and stuck out her tongue to him.

He let out a dramatic sigh, but smiled.

We chose another map, it was my favourite. I thought she'd be as bad as Jesse and I got surprised. She moved quickly, never missing a clean shot. She'd wound me before I could even aim at her.

"Crap!" I yelled when she killed me again. She had more kills than I did and it was almost the end.

I respawned, aimed at her and shot her right in the head before she could hide.

"Wow, nice shot. You're very good," Santana said with a honest smile.

I liked when she complimented me. I didn't get get compliments usually, maybe just on my looks by boys.

"Well, you're not bad yourself either," I winked.

"Okay, this is the last one. Who kills first, wins," She said, still flustered.

I was very careful. I listened to every sound, hoping I would find her before she finds me. But I didn't hear anything, she was like a ninja. And then, I saw her. I was just about to shoot her. Just a second before I pushed the button, the blood appeared on the screen. I lost.

"Dammit, I was so close! Congrats!" I said and I held out my hand to congratulate.

She took it. Her hand was a little sweaty from the tight grip on the joystick, but I didn't mind.

"I'm thirsty," I said. "Any of you thirsty too?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks," Jesse replied.

"Yeah, me too."

"Okay, I'm going to have a soda, I'll be right back." I walked out of the room and headed downstairs.

We were home alone so it was very quiet. I drank my soda and ran upstairs back to Jesse's room.

There was no sound of gun shots so I guessed they weren't playing Call of Duty anymore. The door was almost closed, but I could see inside. My eyes goggled at the picture in front of me.

Jesse and Santana's lips were locked. His hands were both on her face, cupping her cheeks.

I couldn't look at them anymore and I just ran in the kitchen again. I leaned on the island counter.

My hand were shaking, I even felt tears coming. I tried to stop them, but then the picture of Santana and Jesse kissing fogged my mind and I just let them stream down my face. I thought she liked me, I really did. We did all these things, she practically even said she's been happier since I came here, but now I thought all of that was a bunch of crap. We weren't dating or anything like that. But I wanted to kiss her. I liked her so much. I didn't even understand how she got under my skin like that.

I didn't know what I felt. I wasn't angry. But not on Santana, or Jesse. I was mad at myself. I should've did that first, but now it's too late.

The moment I stopped crying I heard the noise from upstairs. I wiped my eyes in my shirt and turned my back to the stairs so anybody who's been coming down couldn't see me.

"Hey Britt, are you okay? You have been here a little too long."

I recognized Jesse's voice, but he didn't sound as enthusiastic as he was before, his voice was a little darker.

"Yeah, sorry if I scared you guys, I'm fine. I'm going for a walk," I responded.

"We're going with you."

"No, I won't stay long, I promise. You stay here. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun," The last part sounded even more sarcastic than I intended.

I took my phone and walked out the front door before he could say anything.

I was walking faster than usually, probably because I was still very upset from what happened before.

I was just about to check my phone for any new messages when I felt it vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and checked the message

"Hey, Britt. It's Sam, the limping guy from the barbeque. Do you remember me?"

"Of course, how could I forget you? How's your leg?"

I smiled at the thought he was thinking of me. I didn't even care from where he got my phone number, I was happy he texted me. I still felt kinda guilty for leaving him sitting there alone just so I could splash Santana. Well, now I didn't even care.

"It's all alright, I can run again. Thanks to you also. " He responded immediately.

He sent another one before I could answer the previous.

"Hey, I was thinking… do you, maybe, want to come at my place and play paintball with us? I'll invite everybody from the barbeque, but no adults."

Paintball? I've always wanted to try that. And I'll even get a chance to beat Santana and Jesse in real life CoD.

"Sounds perfect. " I sent him.

"Awesome! Tomorrow, 6 p.m at my place. Jesse knows where I live. Looking forward to it. "

I came back to the house much happier than I left it. Santana wasn't here anymore, I guess she went home.

"Oh, you're back. Are you hungry?" Jesse said, his face brighter than before, too.

"Sure, let's make sandwiches or something," I suggested and he agreed.

"This is really good," I said, my mouth full of tasty sandwich.

"Agree. Hey did Sam tell you that we're going tomorrow to his place to play paintball?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, he asked me if I want to go, too. I said yes," I replied innocently.

"It's going to be awesome, I've played it before, it's fucking thrilling. It's better than going on a rollercoaster."

"Can't wait," I said honestly and smiled.

"We're almost there," Jesse said.

Santana, Quinn, Tina, Rachel, Mike, Jesse, Mercedes, Kurt and myself were going to Sam's place on our bikes.

Sam spent a lot of time at his uncle's house because it was much closer to the school and it was much bigger.

It was enormous, with a big green grass field on the behind. I guessed there was a paintball field. We put our bikes in the garage and followed Sam.

The weather was nice. It was pretty sun, but a few clouds from the distance were grey and dark.

He gave us paintball gear and a good luck wish. We split into teams again.

Team 1: Mike, Tina, Jesse, Santana and Kurt.

Team 2: Sam, Quinn, Mercedes and me.

"This is like CoD in real life. And I'm going to kick your ass in this one," I said to Santana.

"Whatever." She grinned.

It was a very big field, with a lot of obstacles behind which you could hide. We split up and ran everywhere. I felt an adrenaline rush when the shots started to puncture through the air.

I hid behind a blue obstacle. I peeked out and I saw Mike lying in the grass, completely under covered. I revealed myself for a second and then shot him. He moaned.

I heard that shots hurt, but I couldn't suppress a laugh. I hid behind the obstacle again. I didn't want to get shot like Mike did.

Jesse was right. This really was fun. I saw Quinn and Mercedes hiding in the bushes behind me.

After I made sure nobody was watching, I ran around the obstacle to the other side. I was just about to jump when Tina appeared in front of me. Someone grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the floor. Tina wasn't a calm shooter like Santana was, because she'd shoot me if she weren't surprised by my sudden appearance.

I fell on the ground with Sam by my side, laughing and breathing hard. We moved a little on the side so no one could see us and made sure Tina's left. Nobody was close to us, but we could hear screaming and laughter from the other side.

"You were my hero back then, I'm going to be yours now," Sam said with a smile.

"Yeah, now you can finally make it up to me," I smirked and looked at his ocean blue eyes.

The paintball gun fell out of my hands when I felt his plump lips on mine. His hand ran through my hair, down my neck. Soon I felt his tongue in my mouth, dancing with mine. I pulled back to catch my breath and then I heard the voices.

"You've got own-" Santana said with Mike standing on her side.

I looked up to her, my cheeks flushed with shame. Well, I did want to somehow feel better and I think I just made her jealous. Her face had the same expression as mine the day before when I caught her and Jesse kissing in his room.

She looked at both of us one more time and then turned around and left. I quickly stood up.

"Wait, Santana!" I yelled as I ran after her.