Whoa, crazy amount of reviews guys. Thanks so much. For the weekily update: Here's a transition into the big game for ya.

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The Rivalry

Britt's POV

My alarm goes off and I practically jump out of bed. It's the big day. I'm nervous. The Adrenaline always give us a close game. After running around my room a bit, collecting books and things for school. I pull on my jersey and securely fix my headband. I have a few minutes before San gets here to relax. San. Wow. Yesterday was a big step. And she's breaking up with Puck today. I grin as I hear her pull up in the driveway. I grab my gym bag and my backpack before running down the stairs and out the door. I smile at her as I walk up to her car. She smiles softly back.

I hop in and we start driving, "So…" It's become an awkward silence in the car so I'm hoping to break that up. "Uh, I had a lot of fun yesterday." I prod gently.

She smiles, "Yeah, me too. Wonder why we didn't do that before." She winks at me and I blush.

"Well, you decided not to tell me you liked me and I drunkenly told you so, it was really your fault." I tease her and she raises a brow at me.

"My fault?" She thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah…I think you might be right." She smiles and laces her hand in mine. "But, B…I don't want to talk about this during school or do anything, alright? It's a big game today and we don't need to get distracted." I guess that makes sense.

I nod, "Alright, San. But we're still going to Breadstix together after right?"

She looks over at me at we park, "Of course, B. Right after I have a little chat with Puck." She winks at me and I squeeze her hand gently and sneak a kiss on the cheek.

The day has gone by unbelievably slow. Ugh, I want the game now. I'm so anxious. It's lunch and we're all sitting at the usual table. Quinn is nowhere in sight yet. San and I have been able to keep our hands off of each other, but she keeps glancing in my direction. She's still playing the part of girlfriend to Puck right now, but I can tell she's really not enjoying it.

"What's she doing here?" Puck speaks up as Quinn and Rachel approach our table.

"Well, Noah, if you really must know, I am Quinn's girlfriend." The entire table goes quiet and stares. Quite straightforward for a Berry answer. I make room for them next to me and Quinn offers me a thankful smile.

"Hot." Puck quips, his eyes glazing over.

"Quinn…what?" Finn looks hurt per usual. "You dumped me to be with a sweater wearing know it all?"

"Yes, Finn. That's exactly what I did." Quinn states simply not wanting to get into a fight. She takes Rachel's hand in hers and smiles softly. Rachel blushes. Aww, they're cute. Santana looks down and around, anywhere but where people are staring at Faberry. Yes, I've dubbed them with a new name.

Finn stands up quickly and stomps off out of the cafeteria.

Sam scoffs, "What's his problem? It's not like he owns Quinn."

"Sam…that has got to be the most girlish thing I have ever heard you say, but…I liked it." Quinn chuckles, Sam just looks down embarrassed.

"What? It's just what I'd say if it were a situation with my little sister." He shrugs.

"Alright, enough of this pussy talk. We have a game to focus on…and then the after game exercise." Puck winks at Santana. I almost gag. Santana just glares at him.

Our lunch continues, uneventfully as Quinn and Rachel are surprisingly welcomed by Puck and Sam. Maybe because neither one has dated either one of them, so it can't be traced back to them and their manhood. They're incredibly cute, holding hands under the table and passing flirty glances. It only makes me want make things official with San, and soon. I look over at her and she glances away. We need to sort this out after the game tonight, but for now, I'm dealing with the anxious butterflies in my stomach over today's game. Everyone from glee club is coming to watch as well as scouts, parents and the rest of the student body. I need to be flawless.

I get ready in the locker room early, not wanting to bump into San there and get distracted. I step out onto the field and look around, taking a deep breath. This is it. Senior rival match. The last one.

No one's here yet except for the custodians repainting the lines for the game. I drop my bag on the bench, grabbing my gloves from it and walk to the goal. I sit down and stare out at the field, mapping out my strategy and remembering the significant players on the team. St. James is going to be a tough one. She's either going to try to rile Quinn up or she's going to have anger on her side as motivation. We just need to keep Quinn grounded and watch out.

The goal smells like fresh paint. I lean against the post, feeling the cold metal chill my skin. Someone comes out onto the field. I squint my eyes against the sun. "Hey Brittany." It's Erica. She smiles at me. "Thinking about the game?"

I nod, "Yeah, it's the big one. The one we wait most of the season for. The last one."

"I'd like to see you wipe that grin off of St. James's face." She chuckles and I grin.

"So would I." We fall into a comfortable silence.

"So…about the other day." She starts. "I really liked that kiss." My heart drops. I have San now. Or do I? We're not together yet. She's saying that she'll break up with Puck. Can I do this to her? I mean would she to the same to me...No..I can't. Don't think that way, you want San.

"Listen, Erica, you're great and all but-"

"You and Santana." I raise my brows in shock. "Britt, everyone sees it. The winking, glances, everything." Hmm, I suppose we weren't too sneaky. "I just hoped that since she's still with her man meat that you'd consider me." She looks at her feet.

"Erica. I'm sorry." I get up to stand next to her. "I really do like you, but Santana's given me hope that we have a future, and I'm holding onto it, even if she does break my heart. Believe me, you'd definitely be it for me if I didn't have Santana."

"I understand." She pecks me on the cheek. "Good luck today, Britt." She turns and walks towards the bench. I sigh, I hope this doesn't affect the game.

I hear footsteps and turn to see a Santana with an all too familiar look on her face. Jealousy. She must've saw that peck on the cheek. She yanks me by the wrist, I glance over at the bench. Erica's too busy texting on her phone and no one else is around. "What the fuck Britt?" Santana growls out.

"San, relax. I wouldn't do that to you. I rejected her, alright?" Her eyes soften but she still pulls me closer.

"You're mine." She growls possessively into my ear and nips my neck. I shiver and lean into her. She growls again, biting slightly below the collar of my keeper's jersey. "Say it." Her teeth graze my neck.

"I'm yours. All yours, San." I mewl out as she kisses and licks my neck. We hear the chattering of our team and Santana pushes away from me.

"Good. Don't forget it." She smirks and walks off, leaving a very flustered me.

"Pierce! Don't just stand there acting like an idiot! Come here." Coach screams into the megaphone. I shake my head and scurry over. She wraps an arm around my shoulder. "You're very talented Pierce, so talented that we have scouts from a few colleges in the stands. Make me look good out there and you can get a full ride somewhere. I have no doubt. Make me look like a fool, and I'll use your goalie jersey to clean out the boys bathroom, got that?" I nod furiously.

"Yes, Coach."

"Good, now get ready before I bench your ass."

I scurry back to the goal, stretching and adjusting my jersey and gloves. This could be it. Major game. Just gotta focus.

Quinn's POV

I look out into the stands and spot Rachel. She waves at me enthusiastically and I grin. "Glad you enjoy my sloppy seconds, Fabray." I hear the unmistakable voice of Jessica St. James. "Maybe she does something for your virgin ass." I turn to her with a scowl on my face. Her smirk spreads.

"Back off, St. James." I growl out. Rachel's mine and no one talks that way about her.

"Oh I have every intention. I've got my eye on a little something actually. Far better than that little troll." My temper flares and I feel a hand grasp my arm.

"Relax, Quinn. She's trying to psych you out." Santana says calmly next to me.

"I was just telling Fabray here that I've got my eye on someone new. From your team actually." Her eyes glance behind us. I turn and see Brittany stretching in goal. Shit, Santana's going to flip. "Brittany has gotten quite the rack over the years plus those toned dancer legs." She growls out like she's stalking her prey. "She's got tons of scouts from colleges here. Just my type. Talented and good with her hands."

Santana lunges at her and I grab her around the waist, "Puta, if you even think of coming near Brittany I will beat your ass so hard-" I cover her mouth and restrain her, we don't want her thrown out of the game before it starts.

"Hey guys." Britt jogs over. Her eyes narrow. "Jessie." I release Santana but stay close incase she decides to attack again.

"Brittany." Jessie smirks and gives her a once over. "So great to see you again."

"Uh, ok. Well…they called captains so…" Brittany motions over to the refs at the midline.

"Oh right, thank you Britt." Jessie gives her shoulder a squeeze before leaving and Britt just looks confused.

"Why did that grease mop touch me? Did I have a bug on me or something? Is there paint on my jersey?" She turns around in circles inspecting herself and San and I giggle a bit. She's always good at thinning the tension.

"No, just Jessie…Is targeting you." I put lightly and Santana tenses.

"Targeting me?" She looks confused.

"Yeah, to be her next hook up." I can hear San mutter spanish curses under her breath.

Brittany's eyes widen. "Ew. Just, eck." She grins. "Plus, I'm already someone's." She winks at Santana and my jaw drops.

"Santana you didn't tell me?" She looks down at her feet.

"It's like…not official yet…I have to break up with Puck tonight." She mutters.

"Oh, well. That's better. We're you two going to tell me?" They both nod. "Good otherwise crap would go down, now we've got to get to the coin toss."

We all jog over and shake hands with the opposing teammates. Santana and I both wiped the sweat off our foreheads onto our hands before taking Jessie's. She looked grossed out. But then got us back with a squeeze to Britt's hand that was more than friendly and a smirk to a fuming Santana.

After the coin toss, we jog back over to hype our team up. This is it. The big game.