Authors Note: I'm sorry for the super long wait. I've had some hectic past weeks, plus I was too busy fangirling over the Santana (and Brittany) development on Glee. I mean, seriously, Naya Rivera is pretty amazing. ANYWAYS, I've spent this past week coming up with this chapter...I hope it's alright. Review. Like it? Hate it? Don't care? Let me know.

Chapter 21

Quinn Fabray, HBIC was back in action and it was time to make her presence known. She took one quick glance at herself back in her cheerios uniform before she made her way down the halls of William McKinley High School as the newly reappointed head cheerio. Life was getting back on track: she was on top again and she had Brittany.

"You did this to me. You told Coach Sylvester about my summer surgery." Quinn heard before getting slammed into the lockers by Santana. Quinn was pretty sure she was going to get a bruise on her shoulder but she quickly recovered, fighting back, while Santana struggled to hold her down.

"You have a surgery when you get your appendix out. YOU. GOT. A. BOOB. JOB!" Quinn spat.

"Yup, sure did!" Santana said before slapping the blonde in the face. She was pissed off and did not care if she had an audience because that's pretty much how Santana instilled fear into other students.

Holding back tears from the sting of the slap, Quinn retorted with a clenched jaw, "You can't hit me!"

"Sure I can, Fabray, unless your slutty self got knocked up again," Santana scoffed, "But even if that were the case, I'm not head cheerio anymore, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to do to you. Does Coach Sylverster even know that her head cheerio is now a sneaky little gay?" Santana said before pushing Quinn into the lockers again.

"Get over yourself Lopez. You just can't get over the fact that Coach would rather have me as her head cheerio than your fake…" Quinn was so frustrated at the fact that Santana

"Bitch, please. When I want something, I get it." Santana said before getting closer to Quinn's ear and whispering so only she could hear, "and just so you know, Brittany always comes back to me. When it comes to her, you'll just always be second best. Remember Nationals, when she didn't leave with you and ended up at my place for hours?"

"Shut up!" Quinn pushed and fought harder disgusted by the smirk on Santana's face.

The two fought more without any words. Brittany appeared, wondering what was going on between her two best friends; why was her girlfriend fighting with Santana. "Stop the violence." Brittany uttered waiting for the two to hear her and stop, so she wouldn't have to stop it herself.

Just before Brittany was going to step in, Mr. Schuester decided to and she was relieved. "Hey, what happened to being a family?" Mr. Schuester questioned holding Quinn back and pushing Santana away.

"She has a family. She's a mother." Santana yelled stepping closer and trying to get past Mr. Schue. However, once she saw her favorite blonde, she decided she was just going to walk away from the fight because she knew how much Brittany hated violence.

"Whatever Fabray." Santana stepped back rolling her eyes. "C'mon Brit, let's go. We have a lot to catch up on." Santana acknowledged Brittany and stuck out her pinky.

Brittany looked between Mr. Schue and Quinn and Santana. She saw the look of pain in Quinn's eyes and Santana's smirk. Brittany took Santana's pinky with her own, but didn't make eye contact with Santana. Instead, she looked at Quinn and replied, "I'll catch up with you later…"

Santana felt the loss of contact between her and Brittany, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she wasn't talking to Quinn. Masking the fact that she was hurt at Brittany's choice to stay behind with Quinn, she uttered, "Fine, but don't keep me waiting. Remember, I still have two new things to show you," and added a wink just to make sure she got under Quinn's skin. As she turned her back to walk away, she saw Brittany holding Quinn back at the corner of her eye. Mission accomplished: she pissed Quinn off and made her rage known. But she couldn't help but feel her heart break a little more at the fact that what she had said about Quinn being second best may have been wrong.

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"Hmmm, you're going to get a huge bruise." Brittany referred to Quinn's left arm, motioning for Quinn to sit atop one of the sinks in the girl's restroom.

Quinn hissed in pain as she sat up. "I'm pretty sure Santana is going to get one too…"

Brittany looked at Quinn with a small smile. "Yup…"

"So what happened?" Brittany continued settling between Quinn's legs and caressing Quinn's cheek, which was still red from the impact of Santana's hand.

Leaning into Brittany's touch, Quinn simply replied not sure if Brittany was going to be proud or not, "I'm head cheerio again."

"Awww, Quinnie the Pooh! Congrats!" Brittany lit up before giving Quinn a quick peck.

Quinn just sat there looking down at her hands, feeling a wave of emotions come over her. "And I think she knows about us…"

"Oh…I…Well you said it yourself; she was going to find out sooner or later, right?" Brittany shrugged, not really knowing what else to say or do. She wanted to tell Santana herself. She meant to tell her later on in the day, but apparently news traveled fast. She never thought Santana would get so violent about it and hurt Quinn. Brittany didn't think she had a reason to, after all Santana kept insisting she wasn't in love with her.

"Yeah...but obviously she disapproves."

"She just really wants to be head cheerio…" Brittany replied, thinking that was the only other reason Santana would attack Quinn the way she did.

"She just wants you…" Quinn said quietly, looking straight into Brittany's eyes.

Brittany shook her head at Quinn. "She just wants sexytimes, but that doesn't give her the right to…"

Quinn had to gather up all the courage to ask Brittany the next question. She was scared that she wasn't going to hear the answer she wanted to hear, because it would break her heart. "Did something happen between you and Santana that night of Nationals? You came home so out of it…and you just…I don't know. And she said that you and her… and…Brittany did you cheat on me…with her?"

Brittany stood there taking in everything that Quinn said. It took her a while to process the question due to the rambling Quinn just did. She talked too fast and Brittany couldn't help but break at the fact that her girlfriend's voice was shaking a bit and that she looked like she was on the verge of tears. Once she felt tears starting to build up in her own eyes, she looked away, her hands resting on Quinn's sides. She never did like seeing other people cry and the fact that it was Quinn crying made it even worse.

"I…" Brittany started, but as she heard Quinn start to quietly sob, she quickly turned lifting Quinn's face up so she could turn her attention back to the hazel eyes she loved so much. "Quinn, stop…I love you. Stop, please? I can't take it when other people cry and you of all people. I can't…"

"You didn't answer my question." Quinn managed to squeak out in between sobs, as she noticed the blue eyes that she loved were beginning to drown with tears.

"She wanted something to happen…but I didn't let it go any farther…"

By the way Brittany answered, Quinn figured that something happened. "But it got somewhere before you let it go far…"

"She kissed me. She kissed me. She wanted more, but I told her Quinn…I told her I wasn't in love with her anymore and that we couldn't. I hit my best friend for the first time because she wanted more…" Brittany said breaking eye contact once again; she couldn't bear to look at the possibility of Quinn breaking even more.

A few minutes passed without any words exchanging between the two. Quinn was slowing calming down, but she couldn't tell if she was angrier at Santana for kissing her girlfriend or at Brittany for not telling her what happened between the two. What she didn't understand was what Brittany meant when she hit her best friend. Did it really go that far?

"I love you, Quinn. I love you. Are you going to say anything?" Brittany uttered, moving closer to her girlfriend, breaking Quinn out of her thoughts.

"I love you too, but I…I don't want to be second best." Quinn said quietly leaning forward.

"You're not second best. You're first best." Brittany replied before leaning in to kiss Quinn.

Quinn was finally calm as she smiled into the kiss with Brittany, but she knew this wasn't going to be easy, especially now. The thing is, she knew Brittany was sincere, but the trouble was Santana.