Thanks so much for all your reviews guys. I'm trying as best I can to crank out some chapters and attempt to make up this storyline because it's totally off the top of my head, as is the other stories I write.

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REVIEWERSSS who make my liiife:

Riptide2015: Hmm. I don't think she'll have time to be suuuper drunk enough to be crazy angry Quinn. But it's a gooood thought. xD And yes, San has some essspplaining to do.

squintsquad03: Sorry that your impatient...butttt you'll have to be patient. Plus I do update quicker than like...anyone else so be glad of that. xD

PrettyLittleGleeber: Yeah, scrimmage is going to be intense. Aw thanks. I figured it'd be good to see certain points of view to get a full picture. Yep, the major flaw of Santana is that social status thing. And I picked up this sort of replying to reviewers in my 2nd or 3rd story I wrote. I figured it made me seem more accessible and it'd get more people talking to me about what they think.

Catbast: Soon enough for ya? ;P

BreakYourHeart: Santana =Kim possible...that's a new one...I'd picture her as Shego...-Thinks of Naya Rivera in the tight green and black bodysuit- WHOA...distraction material there...-Coughs and clears throat- Anyways yes, we'll figure out this Faberry business and Brittana. And how do you nooot know that Santana is jealous? I mean she doesn't really seem like a cat person in the first place...other than pu-nting soccer balls...yeah. She could punt Lord Tubbington across the field...totally what I was going to say. Nothing dirty. -Something that you'd say. xD Thought I'd amuse you.

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Excuses, Explanations, Reasons

Britt's POV

I hear footsteps come back upstairs. I groan into Quinn's comforter, "Quinn you're comforter isn't comforting me…"

"Well then maybe I could help," A raspy sounding voice says behind me. That's not Quinn. I roll over to see Santana standing over me. My heart clenches thinking of earlier today.

My anger reappears, "Why would I want your help?" I growl out. "I don't take help from those who don't keep their promises." She looks at me confused. I roll my eyes, "San, you promised you'd protect me no matter what. Even though I didn't want you to, you promised. I didn't want you to promise back then for this very reason, because I'd believe you. I'd believe that you could protect me from it all, I was stupid to think you'd keep it." I stand up next to her. "Why didn't you defend me? Why did you chose him over me? Why did you let them go on thinking I'm just some stupid blonde jock? It's not the San, I know." I narrow my eyes at her and she just looks at her feet. "But then again, do I even know you?"

Her head snaps up, "Of course you do, Britt-Britt. I'm your best friend."

I shake my head, "A best friend wouldn't sit there and let her best friend get tormented. A best friend would've stood up for me and told Puck off. Rachel's more of a friend to me right now than you are." She looks at me, surprised. "Yeah, Quinn told me. You were a coward and sat there while Rachel defended me."

"Britt-" She starts.

"No, I'm sick of it San. You can't just drag me along and make me feel like I'm important to you just to pull away and let some guy you let in your pants abuse me like that." Her eyes narrow at me.

"If you didn't notice, Britt, Sam laughed at you too." She challenges.

"Do you see me with him now? He at least ran after me. He was an asshole about it, but at least he tried."

Santana's eyes set ablaze, "He was an ass to you? I'm going to murder that Bieber wannabe."

I scoff, "Whatever San." She looks at me surprised. "What? You said you'd tell anyone off and didn't, so how am I to expect that you'll go after Sam? Just stop promising me things and do something for once." I push her and she bumps back against the door. Her eyes widen, I've never done something like that before. I grab her arms and pin them to the door. "Do something, San." I challenge her.

She growls and frees herself from my grasp, spinning us around so my back hits the door this time. She holds my hands over my head, pinning them and I struggle. "Fine." She attaches her lips to mine and I freeze in shock. I soon reciprocate the kiss and we're in an angry heated make out session against Quinn's door. She pulls away panting and let's go of my arms. We stare at each other while trying to catch our breath. Santana backs away still looking at me, I follow her before launching back into her and landing ontop of her onto the bed. We look at each other panting and she expects another make out session I'm sure. She's not getting one. I slap her across the face and she winces.

"Fuck, Britt. Jesus." I get up and run my fingers through my hair. I glance at her and she's rubbing her cheek.

"That was for not standing up to me and choosing Puck over me. You've got a long way to go Santana Lopez if you think I'm going to just forgive you because you gave me a few sweet lady kisses. No matter how much I enjoyed them." I just admitted I liked kissing her but I could care less right now, I'm on a roll. "You need to get your act together, Lopez." She knows I mean business when I use her last name. "Figure out what you actually want, because I can't keep doing this 'I'll protect you from Puck' crap and then have you back down when I need you. Why didn't you stand up for me? I think I deserve an answer."

She sits up and looks at me, "I don't have one. I froze up. Everyone was expecting me to come to your rescue. Earlier today, people were talking Britt. They were saying that the girl soccer captains at the school were going gay. Several people saw me pull you into the bathroom after Sam's flirt-fest with you. People are talking and it could bring us down."

I shake my head, "So…status is more important to you than me?"

"No, Britt…I mean…I'm doing it for you."

"Stop lying to me San, stop lying to yourself. You're doing it for you. I never wanted the popularity, I never wanted anything. The only thing I wanted was you, San. As long as I had you and I was playing soccer, nothing else mattered." Her eyes well up a bit.

"Britt…" She reaches out to grasp my hand and I pull it away.

"San…I can't. OK? I can't be your friend right now. I need to calm down. This day has been crap." I open Quinn's door and jog down the stairs. I see Quinn with a confused look and a glass of something in her hand. She sees Santana following to chase me.

"Britt…please." She pleads. "I'm begging here." Quinn's eyes widen. Mine do too, San never begs. "Don't cut me out."

I whip around and face the two of them, "You know what, maybe you should tell Quinn your excuses and your lies, because I'm done." I turn to Quinn. "Q, I've gotta go. But feel free to listen to why status is more important than me." And with that I grab my backpack from beside the door and jog the few blocks home. Not stopping til I get to my room and collapse on my bed in a messy, panting, sweaty heap. This day sucks.