AUTHOR'S NOTE: OMG. AN UPDATE. It's been months and I apologize. But anyways, i've seen so many QUIIT fics emerge over the past few months, and I love them all. AHHH. I'm not gonna lie though, it makes me feel so self-conscious about this fic, since I don't have much writing experience and whatnot. However, I'm going to keep continuing this to try and go along with season 2...But anyways, I hope you all don't lose interest.

CHAPTER 22

A few hours passed since the big smackdown and it was the end of Cheerios practice, meaning everyone was allowed to go home.

During practice, Brittany tried to remain neutral. However, at times she couldn't help but share looks with Quinn especially since she was back on the team, somewhat ignoring the fact that Santana was back at the bottom. While Brittany was off cleaning a dance routine with other the other cheerios, Quinn handled the pyramid exchanging a bitter look with Santana, wondering how long this resentment between the two would last.

Quinn and Brittany stood in the locker room getting ready to leave. "Hey Q, um, you could go ahead and leave. I'll call you once I'm done and we could meet up." Brittany said timidly.

"Done doing what? My mom texted me and told me to go home asap because the new neighbors are having dinner or something. She said you could come…" Quinn responded as she texted her mom back.

"I just…" she sighed, "I need to talk to her." Brittany looked over Quinn's shoulder catching Santana sadly staring. Quinn followed Brittany's line of view and gave Santana a daring look, which was automatically returned.

Quinn felt Brittany's hands on her face turning her head back to face her. "I'll stay and wait." Quinn sighed.

"Your mom…" Brittany started.

"…can wait." Quinn finished Brittany's sentence, starting to get irritated again.

"Quinn…" Brittany pleaded, "I just need to know why…"

"She hates seeing you with me...that's why." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"But…she isn't going to open up and talk to me with you around." Brittany avoided eye contact with Quinn, looking at the ground.

"Can you just make up your mind? A few hours ago we were in the bathroom and you were telling me all this stuff and telling me how much I meant to you and reassuring me. You wanting to ask her why, so soon is not so reassuring, Brittany…" Quinn said raising her voice a little.

"Q…how many ti – " Brittany grabbed Quinn's hand and whispered softly.

Quinn pulled her hand back and grabbed her bag. "Yeah, whatever…I'll see you later." Quinn was now a bit peeved at the fact that Santana was still on Brittany's mind after all the things she said a few hours ago.

"Quinn…" Brittany called after her, but stood there defeated after realizing that Quinn was already out the door. However, as much as she hated seeing Quinn just walk out like that, she still was determined to talk to Santana, who was looking nonchalant pretending to tie her shoes.

"Santana?" Brittany approached her best friend with caution.

"Oh, you're still here? What do you want?" Santana acknowledged.

"Just want to talk…"

"Yeah, well we never really do that."

"Well…I…I don't know, I just want you to talk to me."

"Oh please…you ignored me since what happened with Quinn earlier and now you want to talk?"

"Exactly…but why is everyone getting mad at me? I just…I just want to make things right…"

Santana just sighed and gave in, because she never stayed angry at Brittany, obviously. "Fine, but not here okay? Just come over."

"I don't know…"

"Come on B…you wanted to talk...plus my mom misses you." Santana knew that was Brittany's weakness, bringing up family.

"Okay." Brittany said with a small smile forming on her face.

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Quinn left the locker room, but she never left the parking lot, just in case something went awry. So when she watched Brittany and Santana walk out of the school and get into Santana's car, having some kind of conversation that Brittany found amusing, she was disheartened.

Have fun with Santana & don't bother coming over tonight – Quinn texted Brittany out of frustration. She was head cheerio again, which meant that she had to be a bitch. She couldn't take crap from anyone, especially from the girl she loved, she thought.

As Brittany and Santana drove off, Brittany received the text and a frown immediately appeared on her face. Brittany wasn't used to all the jealousy stuff and she didn't know how to handle it. However, she knew that she needed to confront Santana about the sudden urge to attack Quinn. She ultimately wanted to make sure that it didn't happen again.

"What's wrong?" Santana asked noticing the look on Brittany's face and the sudden silence.

"Nothing…" Brittany answered as she sent a simple text to Quinn – I love you Quinnie the Pooh…

As they arrived at Santana's house, Brittany remained quiet as she followed Santana inside.

"Looks like my mom isn't home. Did you want a drink? I can break into papi's liquor cabinet…"

"Oh…I'm fine."

"Okay…we can talk in my bedroom." Santana insisted, not really waiting for Brittany to answer before heading off.

"Santana, why'd you do it?" Brittany finally asked to start off the conversation.

"You don't like them?" Santana retorted, assuming that Brittany was talking about her summer surgery and her new pair.

"You keep asking if I like 'them' and I have no idea what you're talking about, S…" Brittany was still oblivious.

"Here…let me show you…" Before Brittany could process it, Santana had pulled off her cheerio top and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. "Oh…" Brittany finally realized what 'them' referred to.

"Touch them…they still feel the same and I get even more turned on when…" Santana grabbed Brittany's hands leading them to their destination.

"No…just stop! Put your shirt back on." Brittany scrambled to find Santana's shirt, but at the same time couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight in front of her.

Santana complied with a smirk, satisfied at the fact that she still could make Brittany a babbling idiot [in a good way] especially because she seemed to be hot and bothered. Noticing the smirk Santana had, Brittany finally looked away.

"Just…just answer the question, S."

"What question?" Santana asked jumping on her bed, pretending like she had no idea what Brittany was really asking.

"Why did you do it?" Brittany asked again staying in her spot, "and I'm not talking about 'those'. I'm talking about what happened earlier with Quinn…"

"She asked for it." Santana rolled her eyes, unamused.

"I'm pretty sure she didn't. I know Quinn and she wouldn't ask to get slammed against lockers." Brittany said seriously.

"She's just a bitch that takes everything away from other people, especially from me." Santana explained.

"She's not a bitch. What did she take away from you? She was head cheerio before. Now, she's just returning to her place." Brittany defended.

"Whatever…you know the real question we should be addressing is why you lied to me and said nothing was going on between you and Quinn." Santana stopped beating around the bush and asked, "Why are you with that slut, Brittany? She's nothing but a cheater who sleeps around with people's best friends and acts like she is all high and mighty."

"Slut? You're one to talk." Brittany said under her breath.

"Excuse me?"

Brittany's head shot up and angry eyes locked with Santana's. "First of all, let me say it again…she's not a bitch. She's taught me so much about relationships, something you always lied to me about. Second, she's not a slut because I'm the only one she sleeps with. She's not going around trying to hook up with football players and whoever to climb the social ladder. AND three, she loves me and I love her." Brittany continued to defend her girlfriend from her best friend's hateful words.

Surprised at Brittany's defense, Santana shot back. "Wow, thanks Brittany. Way to make me feel like shit. But anyways, we'll see about Quinn. She's head cheerio again and she's probably going to do anything to keep that spot, especially going back to Puckerman or quarterback Finnocence."

Brittany felt like she could never win. She always felt exhausted arguing. "I'm just gonna go now. I…"

"You what? You can't say anything because you know it's true. But whatever, I think you should go now too. I got some slutting up to do…" Santana scoffed, "Oh, by the way, this talking thing really worked out…"

As Santana heard her door shut, she waited a few more minutes before she broke down. She knew people saw her as a slut, but the fact that Brittany acknowledged it and used it against her simply hurt.

Meanwhile at the Fabray residence…

Quinn was helping her mom prepare dinner for her new neighbors. She figured that she had to do something to keep her mind of what Brittany and Santana were talking about – more particularly what they were doing, if anything.

"So the new neighbors have a son your age." Judy Fabray revealed.

"And?" Quinn didn't understand the point her mom was making.

"Nothing dear, I just thought you could make friends and make him feel welcome."

"Mom, I thought you were okay with Brittany and me? If you're trying to set me up with this guy, I'm out. Remember our agreement?" Quinn retorted back to her mom.

"I know honey. Just be friends with the boy, that's all I'm asking." Judy insisted, before running to answer the doorbell. "They're here Quinnie. Go finish setting the table."

Quinn stood there staring at her phone waiting to see some kind of apology and sign that Brittany was still hers, until she heard a male voice.

"Hi, I'm Sam. Sam, I am and I uhh…I don't like green eggs and ham." Quinn's new blonde neighbor greeted her with a huge smile.

"Quinn…" she responded slightly amused by how dorky this guy sounded.

"You're a cheerleader right?"

"Hmm...I wonder what gave you that idea." Quinn rolled her eyes, since she still had her uniform on.

"I'm a football player. I'm new on the team." Sam said confidently, trying to impress the girl.

And I've got all that I need
Right here in the passenger seat
Oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road
Knowing that she's inches from me

Quinn's phone went off indicating that it was Brittany calling. She stared at her phone debating on whether or not she should answer it.

"Hi, I'm Sam." Sam repeated looking over Quinn's shoulder.

"I heard you the first –," Quinn looked up at the awkward boy who was obviously looking at someone else.

"Brittany." Brittany replied standing behind Quinn.

"Are you Quinn's sister?" Sam asked enthusiastically.

"Nope." Brittany said giving an apologetic smile to Quinn.

"Oh, okay. You're a cheerleader, too? Cool, I'm a football –," Sam started again with the same fact he gave to Quinn.

"She's my girlfriend." Quinn stated, becoming less amused with Sam, and becoming more aware of Brittany's presence.

"Okay kids! Time for dinner! So are you staying tonight, Brittany?" Quinn's mom barged in on the awkward conversation.

"Oh, I just..." Brittany looked to Quinn for her answer, not really sure how mad Quinn still was.

"Yeah, mom she's staying…"