Wow guys thanks for all the reivews, I'm trying here. School's gettin' crazy, all the support it great, really. I'm exhausted from this week, but I had to give you the game in the weekend update sooo here ya are.

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Riptide2015: Hope you like it and that the email alerting you of this made you excited again.

BreakYourHeart: Jealous Santana is a crowd pleaser...much like Dom Spencer. Eh, not quite in Quinn's character to punch Finn...Finn's kind of an awkward person to punch. Sorrryyyy no Jessie/Sue going on hereeeee. xD

TheweirdEmma: Well, you'll have to wait on that Santana/Puck answer, but here's the big game.

() aka Anon: Everyone loves a good jealous Santana.

Blueskkies: Again, possessive/jealous Santana...huge crowd pleaser, because it makes her THAT much hotter.

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The Big Game

Quinn's POV

Britt hops up and down in the goal trying to loosen up and shake off her nerves. We're at the midline waiting for the refs for the kick off. I spot Jessie eying up the blonde goalkeep with a smirk. I glance infront of me to the right to see a fuming Santana just itching to take her out. Jessie may think that she's psyching San out, but really San plays best when she's pissed off. Thanks St. James, we have one very hot headed fierce Latina on our hands.

I take one last look into the stands at my beaming girlfriend who waves enthusiastically and grins. Alright, let's win this. I'm not about to lose to her whore of an ex.

The whistle blows and Jamie, our center forward, passes it to San who kicks it back to me. I dribble for a bit before seeing the sprinting fuming Latina open down the field. I wind back and boot it up the field. She easily traps it and leans into it, dodging and faking defenders out. I'm sprinting up behind her in the center, no ones on me they've been warned of Santana's tricks and prowess, she's being double and even triple teamed. Sue's barking out orders for Santana to take the shot when she does something quite unheard of. She crosses the ball calling out my name and I take the header. We hear the whoosh off the back of the net and the crowd cheers as my teammates hollar and hoot at the first goal of the game. I get pats on the back and congratulations. I blush a bit. I look at Santana and she just shrugs, smiling. What's gotten into her? She never gives up a shot. Santana looks back at a dumbfounded Brittany in goal and winks. Ah, that's what's gotten into her.

"Lucky shot Fabray. Saunders was just getting warmed up. You won't get another one like that again." Jessie sneers and Santana growls, narrowing her eyes.

"Back off grease mop." Santana threatens.

"Or what?"

"You don't want to find out." Santana growls out, gritting her teeth.

We get back into position for kick off. Their center forward passes to Jessie who takes it down the right side of the field. I'm barking orders at the middies and defenders and so is Britt. Jessie fakes and passes to her center forward. It's a give and go. I attempt to cut off the pass but I'm not quick enough. The forward passes it to Jessie who dribbles it in without a defender on her. It's a one on one with Britt. Jessie winds back and shoots. Britt gets a hand on it and it pushes up over the net. Jessie can't stop quick enough and slams into our keep as she lands back on the ground from her jump. Jessie lands ontop of Britt. The refs are too busy settling up the corner and having someone grab the ball from a few yards behind the net. I look at Santana who looks like she's about to kill. Jessie hasn't moved off of Britt and Britt struggles to push her off. I see Jessie sneak a kiss on the cheek before hopping up and getting into place. Britt looks grossed out. Holy Shit. Santana's swapped out with our left middie to cover Jessie. The ball soars over my head and I see Jessie and Santana fight for it. Santana's rage overpowers Jessie and sends her flying into the post as Santana clears the ball out of the box.

"What the hell was that? Ref! Seriously? Do you have something so far up your ass that you're blind?" The ref turns, blowing the whistle and pulls a yellow card out.

"Unsportsmanlike conduct. 3 minute penalty." The ref states. "Off the field."

Santana smirks and Jessie growls, "You fucking bitch. I hope you liked me touching your precious best friend." Santana's smirk drops. "No one makes me yellow card, no one." She pushes Santana and Santana fights back. They get into a hairpulling crazy fight.

Britt moves to intervene but I put a hand on her shoulder letting the refs handle it. After they're pulled apart, Jessie's red carded and Santana limps to the bench, needing to see the trainer. Coach's furious, yelling at the refs and the Adrenaline coach. Britt looks upset and I rub her back gently. "Focus, Britt. We'll help San later, kay?" She nods and smiles slightly at me.

"Fabray!" Coach yells. "Take Lopez's position! I'm switching in Roberts for yours." I'm going to be the right forward? The goal scorer? My nerves kick in and we set up for the kick off.

Two minutes left in the game, Santana comes back in claiming she has to at least finish what she started. She twisted her ankle and got a little clawing to the face, nothing major. She's got a slight limp but she remains tough. We're up 4-2. They're really not able to carry things out without St. James. Santana smiles at me, "Thanks for stepping in, Quinn. You're the only one I'd trust with my position." She pats my shoulder. Wow, who put happy pills in her Gatorade?

One of our defenders throws in the ball to Erica. Erica dribbles down the field dodging a few defenders. She's definitely got it in. She shoots and the goalie gets a hand on it, but it rickochets off her hand back to Erica who's following up her shot and heads it in low, scoring the final goal of the game. Erica crashes into the goalie, Saunders, I think her name is, and they topple over. What's with the beating up the goalie's today? But hey, I've never respected them more. They get bruised and trampled on to save our mistakes. The final whistle blows and everyone cheers, running up to Erica who is still on top of the goalie, she's got this crazy grin on her face. Wait…does she have a thing for goalies? Erica jumps up and grabs Saunders' hand, helping her up. Everyone rushes in, congratulating Erica and celebrating. We won! Our senior rival game! We won it!

I feel a body tackle me from behind. The giggles and blonde hair tell me that it's Britt. I eventually become the bottom of a very large sweaty, smelly, dog pile.

"Alright ladies. Since you didn't disgrace me completely today. No practice til Monday. I suppose you earned it." Monday? We get tomorrow and Friday and the weekend off? YES! Wooo. More time with my baby. I look up into the stands and try to spot Rachel. She's not there. Where could she be? I feel someone tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for a blonde about your height with a dazzling smile who will accompany me to Breadstix later. That is, if she has time for little me." I turn to face my girlfriend and grin.

"She definitely has time for you. She always has time for you." Rachel wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a congratulatory kiss. I hear cat calls from the team and I flip them off. I hear chuckles and people dispersing as I pull away. I smile down at her. "I've got to get my stuff and get cleaned up. But I'll meet you outside by my car in like 20."

She grins, "Can't wait." She walks off and I know I have a goofy grin on my face. I look around the field. Everyone's here except for my two co-captains. Wonder where Santana and Britt went off to.

Brittany's POV

After the Quinn dog pile, Santana pulled me aside. She led me into the locker room quickly and passionately took my lips in a heated kiss. My back is currently pressed against the lockers as Santana kisses my neck. "You were amazing out there…" She mumbles between kisses.

I pull her closer to me, "God, so were you…" I moan softly as she nibbles on my pulse point. We slowly cool it down. We can't do this now. The team will be walking through any minute and Rachel is only a distraction for Quinn for so long.

We smile at each other and press our foreheads together. Santana winces slightly and I pull away, stroking her face lightly. "Poor baby, got into a fight with oil slick for me."

"She deserved it. That kiss on the cheek was inappropriate, gross and not fucking cool." She growls out. Her eyes glazing over in jealousy. "The twisted ankle and a few scratches was worth it. Plus I got to see the look on her face when she got kicked off the field." She grins in triumph.

"My hero." I fake swoon and she chuckles, pressing one last peck to my lips before the door opens.

"If you two are sexing it up in here, stop this instant." I giggle at Quinn's weirdness.

"We're not, Q." I reply. Santana leans against me.

"Okay. I didn't want to be scared for life. I'm gonna get changed and showered and then take Rachel to Breadstix with the group. You two coming?"

"Well duh. It's Breadstix." Santana replies. "Keep forgetting to bring the wheelbarrow though." I giggle and know she's kidding. Breadstix. Wait, San is supposed to break up with Puck before we go…so we can go "together" together. I turn to her and she nervously rubs the back of her neck.

"Whoa, something happened there. I've known you guys for too long to know that something's up. Tell me." Q sits on the bench, looking at us.

"I told Britt I'd break up with Puck before we went to Breadstix so we could go officially."

"And the problem is?" Quinn prods.

"He's probably already on his way there and I can't break up with him at Breadstix."

Q sees the look of disappointment flash across my face, "One second. You're not getting out of this San." She pulls out her phone and dials a number.

"Noah? Hey, why the hell aren't you picking up your girlfriend? You better not be at Breadstix already, you know how San gets. Alright, see you in a couple minutes." She ends sweetly and shuts her phone. "And that my children, is how to manipulate a man." I giggle and Santana rolls her eyes. "You two might want to shower quickly." We glance at each other with a smirk. "Separately!" Quinn calls out as she walks away.

Puck'll be here any minute. Let's see if San can keep her word.