AUTHOR'S NOTE: So here's another update! Hope you review! So the Friday night date, was going to be apart of this, but I didn't want this chapter to be too long, so that is going to be a separate chapter, which might be posted later on today, or tomorrow or next week, depending on when it get's done(as of right now it is halfway finished). But if I get some reviews, it'll motivate me to get a move on! ;)

Now in all seriousness, I have 3 midterms this week, BLEH. For some reason, i'm more focused on this QUITT fic. LOL. Wish me luck on those midterms! Yeah? Thanks.

CHAPTER 13

The next day…

Santana and Brittany stood at their lockers during passing period.

"B, you left me hanging last night. What's up with you lately? You've been pretty distant and you know my sexts are too hot to ignore." Santana pushed for Brittany to tell her what was going on again.

"Um, you said not to get distracted."

Santana just rolled her eyes, but deep down she wished that she could take her own advice and would stop getting distracted especially by sex and Brittany. It also hurt Santana to hear that Brittany pretty much referred to her as a distraction.

Santana opened her locker and looked at her own reflection in her mirror and applied lip gloss.

"I look smokin' hot" Santana said changing the subject, not wanting to go deeper into the conversation.

"So I totally dated West Brody, but we broke up a while ago. He played soccer with my sister, he's 7. Does it still cou…?" Brittany started before getting interrupted by Santana.

"Ugh, CRAP! I need a younger, inferior man. If I don't find one, Coach Sylvester will kick me off the cheerios for sure."

"Hello…Finn. His birthday is like 3 days before yours and he's super dumb"

"We already tried with Finn & he hates us."

"Trust me, the way to get a man to follow you forever: take his virginity. Madonna like, wrote a song about it."

Santana thought about what Brittany just said and looked over at Finn who was at his own locker. Without a word to Brittany, Santana made her way to Finn to increase her chances at head Cheerio.

While Santana was off talking to Finn, Brittany started walking towards her next class and pulled out her phone to text Quinn.

Hey Quinnie the Pooh, where are you? ;) – Brittany texted.

I'm near the library on my way to class; but honestly I just want to see my Baby B. wanna ditch? ;) – Quinn texted back sweetly, which was something only Brittany could make her do.

You read my mind, meet you somewhere? – Brittany texted smiling, heading towards the library, hoping she would catch Quinn.

"Hey Blondie, looking for someone?" Quinn called out to Brittany.

"Ew, that sounded so 'Puck'. Don't call me blondie, blondie."

"So you're parents are going to be out of town this weekend, huh?" Quinn asked as they started walking down the hallway.

"I think so. They're leaving tomorrow night and they'll be back on Sunday and Hanna is sleeping over at her friend's house tomorrow. Where do you want to go right now?" Brittany wondered where they were going to go because the bell for 4th period was going to ring soon.

"Locker room? No one is there before lunch, at least that's how it was when I used to be a Cheerio."

"Not much has changed Q..."

"Other than the fact that I'm off the Cheerios, pregnant, and in love with my best friend, who's a girl." Quinn regretted saying the last thing out loud. She said 'I love you' millions of times to Brittany before, implying a friendly love, but now they were together and it had a different meaning, because it was actually real.

"You say that like it's a bad thing…" Brittany replied with a hesitant tone.

"Sorry, can we just…can I kiss you soon?" Quinn felt bad.

"Nope. You've been really weird lately, and that's coming from me…" Brittany answered with a smirk, as the two walked into the locker room making sure no one, especially Coach Sylvester was there. Quinn didn't even want to think about what Coach Sylvester would do to her if she was caught in the Cheerio's locker room.

"How about I make it up to you tomorrow night? Since it'll just be me and you that's home."

"Okay, sure. What did you have in mind?" Brittany said admiring Quinn's pregnant belly.

"That, my friend, is a surprise." Quinn replied holding Brittany's hand against her stomach.

"I can't believe you have a baby growing inside you…and in a few months, it'll be growing outside of you." Brittany caressed the Quinn's stomach, before leaning down to kiss her stomach.

"Yeah, I know…it's crazy…" Quinn replied before pulling Brittany up for a kiss.

Quinn and Brittany never really talked about the situation, but Brittany's curiosity finally caught up with her.

"Do you know what you're going to do with her?" Brittany asked pulling Quinn down to sit down on one of the benches.

"I don't know. I think Puck wants to keep her. We're sixteen, but we can hardly take good care of ourselves, you know?" Quinn shrugged. She honestly didn't think about it because as bad as it sounds, her mind was on Brittany.

"Hmm, I see…I can't wait to see her. She's going to be pretty like her momma, a little blonde girl with beautiful hazel eyes."

Quinn just smiled her genuine smile while Brittany continued.

"Whatever your choice, I'm with you 100%, okay? Don't you ever forget that." Brittany said sincerely.

The two of them spent the rest of 4th period talking about anything and everything, until the lunch bell rang, both content with each other's company.

"Let's get lunch?" Brittany offered her arm for Quinn to link with.

Quinn nodded in response, linking her arm with Brittany's.

As Quinn & Brittany stood in the lunch line, debating what looked decent from the school cafeteria, Santana approached them.

"B, where'd you go earlier? Don't say class, because I know you weren't there. AND since when do you ditch without me? Remember the last time you ditched without me? You texted me that you were lost and you needed me to come and get you." Santana said pretending Quinn wasn't there standing right next to Brittany.

"That was last year…we were freshmen…" Brittany replied, more interested in what was on her lunch plate.

"B, what's your excuse now?" Santana said sarcastically.

"HEY!" Quinn said angrily, finally making eye contact with Santana. She was frustrated that Santana was giving Brittany a hard time over nothing.

"Oh…hey preggers." Santana finally acknowledged Quinn.

"S…" Brittany sighed. She never understood why Santana and Quinn always seemed to be in competition. "They were all friends before this, what changed?" Brittany thought.

"What B? You know I'm just playing with you. I just wished you asked me too. Class was so boring." Santana went back to ignoring Quinn.

"Sorry S. You looked preoccupied with Finn and I didn't want to interrupt you while you worked your magic." Brittany gave Santana an explanation with a small smile.

"Oh yeah…I have a "date" with him tomorrow night. You should've seen his face when I told him I'd sleep with him. I totally wish you were going to be there." Santana said proudly.

Quinn cleared her throat as soon as Santana confessed that she wanted Brittany with her on her so-called date with Finn.

"Got something in your throat…?" Santana didn't finish off her sentence with a nickname for the pregnant girl because Brittany gave her a look, that said not to.

"No. I just want to sit down and eat my lunch." Quinn was determined not to make a scene, especially considering the fact that Brittany linked their arms together and held on to Quinn.

"No one's stopping you." Santana retorted with a clenched jaw.

"Quinnie, we can sit over there. Santana, you can sit with us, if you want. We'll save you a seat while you get your lunch." Brittany said, wanting the two of them to stop with their banter.

Santana raised an eyebrow and Quinn just smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, sure, whatever…" Santana walked away from the two, & stood in line, wondering why the hell Quinn and Brittany seemed closer than herself and Brittany.

After Santana came to the table, instead of taking a seat in front of Quinn and Brittany, she took a seat next to Brittany, leaving the tall blonde stuck in the middle. It paved way to an awkward lunch period where Santana and Quinn ignored each other and vied for Brittany's attention. It gave her a migraine.