Here's some more of the Quintana friendship. It's a little one, but it's filled with stuff. Let's see if they can manage to talk about those things called feelings.

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REVIEWERS:

abcdeedcba: Yeah, I figured I'd make Britt a stronger character in this story. Just sort of happened that way. Thanks for the review and kind words.

Bat-Ninja-Kitty: Yeah, Britt's putting her foot down. But for how long? bum bum bahhh.

AcexofxSpades: Yeah, there are only a few around. I figured with my knowledge of soccer I could make it a decent one. Plus the first story I ever read on fanfiction was a Spashley soccer story that I obsessively read. So good. Ha, I don't know, maybe I can work in hair pulling. We'll see.

Riptide2015: Britt's going to try most likely...but you know them. Brittany and Santana.

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Catbast: One can only hope happy days are ahead for these two.

PrettyLittleGleeber: Eh, it's just my way of telling reviewers that I appreciate their comments and questions and that they won't go unanswerd. AND STOP PREDICTING MY STORYLINE...There's Quinntana in this one and you said it after I had written it a few days ago...crazy. Yeah, I picture them as good friends, not relationship material there. Yeah that scrimmage and the big game are going to be blooood baths. xD

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Talks between Friends

Quinn's POV

Brittany just rushed out of my house. I don't know what happened, but Santana is obviously to blame. I'm an angry drunk, but I'm definitely not drunk enough to go off on her just get. I barely took a sip of the concoction I had created while they were in my room arguing.

Santana sits on my living room couch with her head in her hands. "Santana, what happened?" I walk over to her. As much as I'd love to be utterly pissed at her right now, she's still my friend. I hate being in the middle of this crap but I've got to be there for both of them. Even if Santana was being an ass earlier.

"I just was trying to give her an explanation…and I couldn't so I gave the same old social status speech and she got mad and told me to do something. So I kissed her." I'm not completely shocked. I mean I knew they were kind of hooking up but I'm just surprised she's telling me. "And then she slapped me and told me that even though she enjoyed the kiss, I've got a long way to go."

"Well, you do San. You also know the reason why you didn't stand up to her for Puck. I heard the rumors too. You're scared. You know she has feelings for you and you're utterly and completely scared of the consequences." Santana actually found out about Britt's crush at a party a few months ago. Britt was trashed and taking off her clothes when Santana yanked her out of the party and took her home. Brittany told her that she liked her forever and then passed out, so it goes. Britt doesn't remember a thing from that night. Santana glares at me and tries to retort. "No, San. I'm right and you know it." I scoff. "Guess the rumors are true, the unholy trinity has gone gay." Shit. Did I just?

"Wait…WHAT?" Santana's head snaps towards me. Yeah, I did.

"I…er…maybe have a crush on someone." I look at my hands.

"Who? Are they on the soccer team?" I shake my head. She thinks and racks her brains. Her eyes widen. "Oh hell no. No wonder you were sticking up for her and broke up with Finn. You've got it bad for Berry. Quinn seriously?"

I look down and shrug, "I can't help it. Sure she's annoying sometimes but half the time I think it's cute. Doesn't matter anyways…she has St. James."

Santana's eyes go wide and she grins, "I have a plan." Please tell me that she's not thinking what she's thinking.

"Santana…no. We are not doing that."

"Oh come on, it'll get you what you want, Coach'll be happy. Plus, it'd be nice to have some support once I'm ready to be with Britt." She pleads and looks at me.

"Fine." I grumble. "But a word of this to anyone other than Coach and I will gut you. Not even Britt, she's sweet but she's not the best secret keeper…well besides the whole being in love with you thing and we alllll know what happened when she had a few too many." I pause and think over Santana's situation. "What are you going to do about that anyways?"

"What I do best when I'm in trouble with Britt…grovel, plead…and give a few sweet lady kisses. Hopefully she'll take me back. If not, I'll pull the for Quinn and the team card." She sighs. "I just hope we can be friends again soon. I already miss her. God, I'm so whipped and I'm just her friend for now."

I rub Santana's back lightly, "Hey, we'll get her back. Don't worry. You two are kind of made for each other. Just don't do anything stupid and stop siding with your beard all the time…I kind of miss the old Santana in middle school that would've kicked Puck's ass for hurting Britt. Things changed once we got to high school."

"Yeah, that Santana will be back in full force tomorrow." She smiles. "As for you, work on that whole Berry thing. I'll tell Coach we have a plan in action and it'll get her off our backs for the game at least. When did that happen anyways?" I just shrug.

"I don't know…just did. I sort of knew all along that I didn't totally despise her like you and then when I saw her stand up to Puck though, that's when I knew I wanted her and it all just clicked. She's so confident and she always thinks about her future and where she wants to be and she goes after it, even if people hate her and slushie her for it. I don't even know how I'm going to talk to her without being suspiciously out of character. She picks up on those things."

I'm nervous as hell so I take another sip of my drink. "Mind fixing me one of those? I feel like being crying and hysterical right about now." She chuckles and wraps an arm around me. Few get to see us as friendly as this. People often wonder why we're actually friends other than the soccer team, but San is definitely a caring person, even if she doesn't like to admit it. Hopefully she and Britt can work things out and I can step up and be the girl Rachel wants.