Alright guys. IM ALIVE. I promise. My computer decided to implode over the weekend so all of my writing and stuff had to be salvaged by a professional and transfered over to another computer. Sooooooo good news, I'm back and my stuff was saved. Wooo. Bad news is that college apps are CRAZY and I've barely got enough time to do homework and sort of work on apps. Soooooo I'll try my best guys to get these out here. Anyways enjoy!

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Momo30: Hmm, jealous Britt may appear eventually, never know with these two.

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iamirreplazable: You'll see what happens with Pucktana righthtt about now.

Blueskiees: I'll fit in some more sweet lady kisses, no worries.

squintsquad03: Hey, I took that slogan from experience mah friend. Goalies are welllll yeah heerroooosss. Btw...only watching parts of Dancing with the Stars right now because Hope Solo is on it...with her skimpy crazy outfits. Droooool worthy.

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The Break Up

Britt's POV

We take the fastest showers known to man and get dressed. It's so hard to keep my hands off her half naked body as we change. We eventually get out of the locker room to see Puck pull up. Santana puts on her trade-mark scowl and I look at her expectantly.

"Babe, get in the car. The Breadstix don't wait forever." He's rustling through his truck and playing with the radio.

"Puckerman, we need to talk." That gets him to stop.

"Well, that sounds awesome." He rolls his eyes and scoffs. "Can we talk on the way there?"

"No. Now." She commands. I smile, she's really going to do it. In front of me, too.

He rolls his eyes and grumbles, turning off the truck and running his fingers through his mohawk. He walks up to us quickly. "Alright. What do you want to talk about? I mean it has to be important because the only person who loves Breadstix more than me is you."

"Puck, I'm breaking up with you." His eyes shoot up in surprise.

"What? What the hell, Santana? You're fucking someone behind my back aren't you."

"No. I'm not. But I did make love to someone behind your back." His face contorts in confusion.

"Make love? How in-You've never used that term, like ever, without making fun of it. Love? Santana you don't love. You fuck, you get bored, you leave and repeat. That's why we work. This is just one of those leaving phases."

"It's not. I love Brittany." My eyes widen and my mouth goes dry. She loves me.

"Of course you do, she's your best friend. Heck, even I love Brittany. She's cool, a little dense at times, but sweet." Hello? Right here? Thanks for the awkward sort of insult/compliment.

"No Noah," She takes my hand and smiles at me, "I love her."

He looks between us and his jaw drops. "You mean…Wow. Guess all the soccer captains are really lesbians. Thought that was just a rumor. You two together is kind of hot though." Santana raises an eyebrow at him. "We should totally threesome sometime." He puts on his pervy grin and Santana smacks him upside the head.

"I don't share Britts with no one, Puck." She wraps an arm around me protectively.

"Fine, fine." He holds his hands up. "I'll settle for being part of a lesbro relationship. We always were friends on some level, Santana."

"You're surprisingly cool about this." Santana eyes him suspiciously.

"Hey, its just more of a chance to watch girls make out. Rachel and Quinn and now you and Brittany. I mean, the odds are stacked in some lesbian mackage. Plus we never were actually together together, we had our moments, but nothing stuck."

Santana just rolls her eyes, "Come on. Let's go to Breadstix." She takes my hand. "I don't actually need a ride, Puck. Quinn was in on this little plan."

He groans, "So you made me wait for Breadstix for that?" He whines and Santana raises her hand. "Alright, alright, okay. The Puckasarus has to look good if he's on the prowl again. No damaging the face." He smirks. "Speaking of face damage, that fight between you and that St. James girl was hawwwwt."

"Do you want to keep your looks or not, because I can easily pull some razor blades from my hair and cut a bitch." Santana glares and Puck scrambles into the truck, driving off.

We reach her car and load our stuff in. The drive to Breadstix isn't long. "Alone for now." I sigh and Santana grins.

"So, Britt." I turn to her. "I kind of want to make this official before we go to Breadstix. She pulls over by a duck pond. When did that happen? We get out of the car. "Will you be my girlfriend?" She takes my hands and looks into my eyes.

"Yes!" I squeal and jump on her. She chuckles as I pepper her face in kisses. "Now, let's go celebrate with massive quantities of carbs!" That's right, I've been brushing up on nerd speak with Mike during dance rehearsal. Impressive huh. San just shakes her head and chuckles. Tonight couldn't have gone better.