Alrighty then. This chapter we get to see a bit from Quinn's view and her friendship with Britt.

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PrettyLittleGleeber: You might be happy with these slight Faberry thoughts. Scrimmage is coming up eventually. Yeah, I do wish Britt was more alive in the series but she couldn't be as hilarious if she was.

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BreakYourHeart: Eh, maybe, perhaps, if Santana had super impregnating powers and was magical. Britt does love the unicorns...Yes, Britt was quittteee mad. Puck will evenntuallly be dealt with...this is a Brittana story after all.

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Consolations and Regrets

Quinn's POV

Noah made a real ass move. I know that was Brittany's idea. Santana texted me about it after they talked and she said that she'd talk to Puck about it. He stole Brittany's idea.

I wasn't expecting to see her storm out like that. I'm about to kick his ass for hurting her and pinning people against her. The few that chuckled were Mercedes, Finn, and Sam. I open my mouth to let it out on Puck when someone gets to him first.

We hear a resounding slap. I look up and see…Rachel? What? I for sure thought that was Santana. San just stares at her feet. "Noah, I will not have you degrade all that glee club stands for. You don't hurt other members. We need her and your bullying is something I will not stand for." Wow. That was amazing. She's so confident. Wait what am I saying? I can like Berry. I'm straight. I have a boyfriend. She has a girlfriend. I…I like Rachel Berry. I groan inwardly. This is going to get messy.

Mr. Shue speaks up, "Guys, I think it's best that glee club ends now for today. I'll trust the six of you guys to organize the soccer things."

Finn wraps an arm around me, "Let's go, Quinn. We can cuddle and stuff."

I turn to Finn, "No. Alright? Just, I can't deal with you anymore." His face drops. "You're never serious about the future and you are so clingy I feel like I'm being suffocated. We're done."

"Quinn, you don't mean that." He gets his sad puppy face on and I feel disgusted at his sad attempt to get me back.

"I do. Now leave." Finn hangs his head and grabs his bag before leaving. I glance over at the dwarf sized brunette and we lock eyes. I can see a glint of something in them. Is there hope for me and my Berry crush?

Britt's POV

I'm sitting by my locker, tears streaming down my face. I hear footsteps approaching. I look up, expecting to see San. Instead I see Sam. He sits down next to me, "Hey Britt. You alright?"

"Do I look like I'm alright, Sam?" I sniffle and he wraps an arm around me.

"I don't get why your so worked up." He states, pulling me close.

"Because no one believed me when I said it was my idea, Sam."

"Well…you're not the brightest person, Britt. You've done some pretty not smart things." I glare at him and push him off of me. "Oh come on, Britt."

"No, alright. Don't even think about coming near me." He sighs and combs his fingers through his hair as I storm out into the parking lot.

"Need a ride, Britt?" I hear Quinn's voice from beside me.

I sniffle, "Yeah, thanks." She nods and we get into her car.

I huff and sigh staring out the window, "I don't get why people insist that I'm stupid. I just do unintelligent things and say things that come out wrong and don't care to change them." Quinn glances over at me with a sympathetic look before I continue. "I mean, it was an honest mistake that I thought easy bake ovens needed to be inside the actual oven to work, I mean it didn't do anything but make mush…I thought the heat from the oven would help it in no time." Quinn chuckles and smiles. She remembers that night. She came into my house and there was smoke everywhere and I was crying because I had a melted easy bake oven in my kitchen that I had gotten for Christmas. We laugh about it now, but hey, what was I supposed to do? "I mean I wasn't the brightest kid…but I grew into smarts you know? My grades are totally good. I've got a B average that keeps me on the team." I sigh again. "I just don't understand why people have this idea that I'm a hopeless lost cause when it comes to understanding concepts."

"B…come on. They're the ones that are stupid for not noticing how much improvement you've had over the years. When we were kids you had to cheat off of my tests to get C's when I got A's on them, and now look at you, doing it by yourself." Quinn smiles and I return it slightly. Q's always good for a pick me up when Santana isn't around. Santana. My smile drops and I rub my face. I groan and feel the car stop. "Britt? You alright? We're at my house. I don't think you should be alone right now. I'm here for you and so is S."

My head shoots up, "Oh yeah? Where the hell was she when I got laughed out of glee club and tormented?" I snap at her and Quinn blinks shocked. I sigh, "I'm sorry, Q. It's just…that's what bothered me the most…she didn't stick up for me. She chose Puck over me." I get out of her car and we walk into her house. She rubs my back gently as we travel up the stairs to her room. I flop onto her bed and bury my face into her comforter. I mean that's what they're for right? To comfort?

I don't know how long I lay there. After telling me about Rachel's standing up for me, I'm a little shocked. I mean, I was never mean to her…but I wouldn't expect her to slap Puck for me. I'm going to have to thank her, and it's one more think that pulls me away from San. San should've been the one to hit him. San should've stepped up for me, not Rachel. I can't help but notice that Quinn's eyes light up slightly when talking about Rachel. Like she admires her or something. I'm going to talk to her about it, but not now. My head's in the wrong place. Even Quinn understands that. Quinn just sits and does her homework. She knows that if I want to talk, I will. I just feel sick to my stomach right now.

There's a knock on the door and Quinn goes to answer it. I hear hushed angry voices talking back and forth.

Quinn's POV

I walked downstairs and opened my front door to see Santana standing there looking stoic. "She's here, isn't she." It's not a question but I nod anyways. Santana pushes past me but I grab her arm.

"San, you hurt her." I whisper angrily. She whips around towards me. "More than any of the names, you hurt her." I growl out.

"Whatever Quinn. I just need to talk to her." She whispers back. "I need to know she's ok." Her eyes soften and I'm aware of how deep their bond is.

"San, I really can't let you do that. She's really hurt and I'm trying to help her out. I don't think she wants to see you."

"Oh so now you care? Where were you when all of this happened? Oh right, the row in front of us." She growls out.

"It's not my job to protect her and you know it. I'm the nurturing one, you're the scary one." I poke her chest. "And you are closer to her than me. How could you do that to her? She said to me that she could've been fine with the notion that people thought she was stupid, the only thing that she couldn't bear was that you chose Puck over her." Santana's eyes soften and she looks up at the staircase, biting her lip.

"Please…just let me talk to her, Q." She pleads and I'm a bit shocked. But then again it is Brittany and Santana. They have a special bond.

I sigh, "Fine. But I'm trusting you not to hurt her more." She nods and walks up the stairs.

I grumble to myself, "Maybe my mom left her liquor cabinet open. I need a drink."