AUTHORS NOTE: Here's an update. This chapter & the next are pretty much based off the 'Power of Madonna' episode, so obviously some spoilers and content from that ep. I love to write about Quinn & Brittany, but i'm having a bit of writer's block, again. I know, it's lame. Just bare with me. Keep the reviews coming. I love them.! YAY for team QUITT.!

Chapter 12

A few weeks passed by, & both Brittany and Quinn managed to keep their relationship on the down low. They kept up their appearances, trying to distance themselves at school, but growing closer in the privacy of Brittany's home.

Kurt was pretty much the only one who knew about them, and he wasn't going to say anything because he grew a soft spot for the two blondes who used to tease him. It was hard for Brittany to keep it from Santana, especially when Santana kept trying to get Brittany to make out with her. Santana had no idea what was going on with her blonde best friend, but she was going to focus more on her climb to the top of the cheerios and nationals. Once it was all out of the way, she would spend more time focusing on her best friend.

Quinn was happy that her and Brittany were together, but feared that Brittany was going to choose Santana over her. For the mean time, Quinn just had to trust Brittany, after all Brittany was the one who was willing to give up her sexcapades, to be exclusive with her.

The glee girls (Rachel, Quinn, Brittany, Santana, Tina, & Mercedes) were sitting in the choir room.

Brittany and Santana were sitting together, while Quinn sat on the opposite side, doodling Brittany's name in hearts all over her notebook, which apparently no one else noticed.

"Can I ask you guys something private?" Rachel said hesitantly.

"Yes, you should move to Israel." Santana interjected, causing the rest of the glee girls to giggle.

Rachel ignored Santana's statement and went on about "hypothetically" dating and sex, and the rest of the girls knew she was referring about Jesse.

"Would you please stop talking you're grossing out my baby." Quinn interrupted.

"I just want to be ready. I know I'm getting older and these things are going to happen someday, but how do I stop a guy from getting mad at me for saying no?" Rachel questioned not caring about what Quinn said.

"Just do what I do, never say no." Santana offered.

"Oh totally, I mean, what's the worst that can happen? Sorry Quinn." Brittany added, looking over at Quinn winking.

This caused Quinn to look up at Brittany, smile and roll her eyes.

"My girlfriend is so adorable, nothing like Puck or any other douche bag boys. My girlfriend…who would've thought…Ugh I just want to…" Quinn thought as Tina and Mercedes went on about their boy problems or lack there-of. She couldn't help but stare at her own girlfriend.

"Hmmmm Quinn keeps looking at me with those adorable hazel eyes. She kinda has the look Santana gets when she wants to get in my spanks…she's had that look for the past few days now. But we're dating, we can't do that…" Brittany thought getting a little frustrated at the thought.

After the girls' confessions about their boy troubles, Mr. Schuester awkwardly tried giving them some guidance causing them to leave the choir room.

Before Brittany left with Santana for Cheerios practice, she looked over her shoulder to Quinn and made sure no one was looking when she blew her a kiss. Quinn just raised her eyebrow with a smirk.

"So we're all aware of Madonna's musical and cultural significance, which is why, this week, your assignment is to come up with a Madonna number." Mr. Schuester revealed the assignment to the students after being inspired by the Madonna number Sue had for the cheerios.

The glee boys, minus Kurt, weren't as excited as the girls were. It was obvious when the glee girls showed them how it was done in "Express Yourself". Of course, both Santana & Quinn were making eyes at Brittany during the performance.

While Brittany went to grab her stuff after their short performance, she was followed closely behind by someone who then grabbed her hand.

"Quinnie…" Brittany blurted.

"Sorry babe. I'm a bit offended, but I'm not preggers…wanna come over tonight?"

"Oh sorry, S, Mr. Schue assigned a lot of Spanish homework. If not anytime sooner, we'll hang out over the weekend. Just you and me, I promise." Brittany felt bad denying her best friend.

"You used to ask me for help in Spanish all the time…I could help you tonight." Santana insisted, wanting Brittany to come over badly to release some stress.

"I figured since Quinn was in Spanish with me, we'd do it together. Plus Quinn has an appointment and I have to pick up Hannah from soccer practice." Brittany said softly, pulling her hand away gently from Santana's.

"After that?" Santana rolled her eyes. Quinn is being such a cock block, the Latina thought to herself.

"Maybe...I'll see."

"At least call me…"

Brittany and Quinn got home from Quinn's appointment for her check-up and picking up Hanna from her soccer practice. During the drive, Quinn couldn't stop herself from staring Brittany down, even while there was a 7 year old girl sitting in the back seat.

As soon as they got home, Quinn was ready to kiss her girlfriend and even more. The two had only been 'officially' together for almost three weeks, but Quinn already had sex on her mind. She blamed it on the pregnancy hormones & Brittany being so hot. She kind of wanted to be on an equal playing field with Santana. Sure, they were together, but Santana was 'with' Brittany in another way, and as selfish as it sounds, Quinn wanted both to be with Brittany and share the intimate experience she regretted with Puck.

Hanna ran through the front door, leaving the two older blondes behind to walk slowly towards the house.

As Brittany carried Quinn's things with one arm, her right hand was free causing Quinn to come up and link their fingers together as they walked towards the door.

"So, you looked pretty sexy during our Madonna number." Quinn said with a suggestive look.

"Yeah, no offense, but you looked kind of creeper." Brittany said in a playful tone.

"What does that mean?" Quinn scoffed, letting go of Brittany's hand as the two entered the house and headed upstairs.

"I don't know. You just had that look." Brittany shrugged.

"You looked like you wanted to eat me up or something." Brittany continued when Quinn said nothing, which then caused Quinn to blush a little.

"Hmmm…that's exactly what I want to do." Quinn said before capturing Brittany's lips with hers in the comfort of Brittany's room.

After Quinn and Brittany made out a little, they sat closely and worked on their Spanish homework. Brittany stopped Quinn from getting anywhere past second base because Brittany was intent on finishing all the homework that Mr. Schuester assigned, plus Hannah totally interrupted them and sort of killed the mood.

Quinn was over the Spanish homework and just played with Brittany's hair, answering any questions that frustrated the blonde girl focused on the homework.

"B, let's just sleep. The homework isn't due till next week." Quinn said nuzzling Brittany's neck.

"I know, but I just don't get it…" Brittany replied with furrowed brows.

"Come on, I'll help you out later. I just want to cuddle and sleep with my favorite blonde." Quinn said closing Brittany's books and taking her pencil away pulling Brittany towards the bed.

"When did you become so sappy? It's cute…earlier you couldn't take your lips and hands off me, now you just want to cuddle. Then again, you're pregnant, so it's totally understandable. I think…" Brittany teased her girlfriend.

"Just for that, no cuddling. You stay on your side." Quinn narrowed her eyes at Brittany.

"Fine by me. You're the one who can't stop touching me, remember?"

"Jerk…" Quinn said, while trying to prove to Brittany that she could control herself.

Both Quinn and Brittany lied on their side, just staring and smiling at each other. If Quinn could control herself at school, she could do the same in Brittany's house; on Brittany's bed.

Breaking the silence, Brittany's phone went off indicating she had a text message from none other than Santana. Brittany turned away from Quinn to keep her from seeing who she was texting, causing Quinn to just sigh and close her eyes.

Thanks for calling me B -_- – Santana reminded Brittany.

Oh, S. Sorry, I got caught up. – Brittany texted back.

Hmmm. I forgive you… What are you wearing? – Santana started sexting, instead of texting.

Um I have some shorts on & my Donald duck tee? – Brittany responded.

You'd look much hotter, if you lost them… – Santana suggested to Brittany.

Lost what? – Brittany responded knowing exactly what Santana was asking/doing.

B, we've gone over this before. Take your clothes off. – S

I can't. Quinn's here…– Brittany wished she could tell Santana to stop, but she couldn't without telling her about her relationship with Quinn.

Go to the bathroom or something. I'm so hot for you right now. – S

Yeah, I bet you are. You should, um, do something about that. - Brittany didn't really know what to text.

I want you to do something about it. – Santana

Sorry S. I gotta go. Goodnight 3 you ;) - Brittany knew better than to leave Santana frustrated, but she couldn't do what Santana was asking right there in front of Quinn, her girlfriend.

Tease…– Santana was left sexually frustrated, again something she was getting used to after this past month.

Ignoring the text message, Brittany put her phone down, and wrapped her arms around Quinn placing a soft kiss on her head.

Love you too…Night B. – Santana sent a few minutes after not getting any response to the last text she sent to Brittany.