A/N: Santana is going to be a bitch for a while longer, but she has to be for my story. The love-triangle hasn't come to an end yet. I'm sorry, I like it too much. But once again, I'll try not to hurt anyone. I might have an idea who will be endgame, but until I'm 100% sure this stays under the Santana tag.

To the guest reviewer: now that would be a plot twist! Probably not going to happen though, but you sure made me laugh :p

To boringsiot: As mentioned above, I'm pretty sure who'll be endgame. I think you'll like it. Ok this gives away too much.

I'm also changing the summary because apparently it is too likely to the amazing Ahmanduhz's Summer Discoveries. Go read that story everyone! It's sooooo good. I promise this isn't like that though.

I woke up to the sight of Quinn's beautiful face.

I hadn't even noticed I was holding her. I got out of the bed without waking her and silently got dressed.

When I got downstairs for breakfast I didn't join my parents, but I went to sit by Brittany who was all by herself.

"Hey, how was Quinn?" She greeted me.

She must have noticed the change of emotion on my face when she mentioned the blonde, 'cause she asked what was wrong.

"She told me she's in love with me," I stated barely over a whisper.

I don't know what made me tell Brittany.

It was probably 'cause I feel so safe when I'm with her, she doesn't put her walls up or hide anything.

Quinn does that, well, except for last night.

But that's probably 'cause I'm like that too.

"Oh," Brittany's face fell, "what did you say?"

I tried to remember what I had replied, when I realized I hadn't said anything.

"Nothing," I shrugged casually.

She didn't ask anything after that, we just made small talk about nothing in particular.

After about 20 minutes I told her I should probably go check on my parents since we haven't really talked in a while.

I left after giving her a warm smile.

Quinn joined us not long after I sat down.

She gave my parents a hug and a warm smile and made small talk with them while she just gave me a shy smile.

Which didn't go unnoticed by my parents.

I caught them giving each other a knowing smirk.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that.

Quinn and I went to the beach in the afternoon.

We didn't go in the water, we just worked on our tan.

She grabbed my hand out of nowhere and suddenly spoke up.

"You didn't really say anything yesterday," she stated out of the blue.

"I know," was all I said.

"What does this mean, exactly? Can you tell me that?" She asked carefully.

"I don't know Quinn, you're my best friend," I trailed off.

Did it have to mean anything? Did it mean anything with Brittany? Sure I felt a little giddy inside when I was with the taller blonde, but that was something I also experienced when I was with Quinn.

Quinn was my best friend, and I don't want to ruin our friendship, but how do you let your best friend down gently?

"But you won't ever love me like that," She finished for me.

I turned my head and saw the hurt in her eyes, I couldn't do this to her.

But I couldn't lead her on, could I?

I needed a moment to think it all over.

I was pretty sure I'd loose her as a friend if I'd turn her down, and things would be awkward.

So leading her on seemed like the best option at the moment.

I was so stupid.

So I leaned in and kissed her, she hesitated at first, but gave in after a moment.

"Wait, so you do love me?" she asked with a smile.

That wasn't to hard, 'cause I did love her, maybe not like that yet, but she didn't ask that, so lying wasn't as hard as I thought.

I just nodded, maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, maybe I would even fall in love with her eventually, and if I didn't, I could still be the worst girlfriend ever, so she had to break up with me. Okay, that wasn't nice Santana.

Besides, it's not like that much would change, we already kissed and slept together, so…

She gave me the most warm smile she ever gave me and sat up.

"So, does that make me your girlfriend?" she asked with a smirk that told me she already knew the answer.

But I decided to play along in her little game of I-don't-know-what's-gonna-happen-now.

"You tell me Fabray," I answered playfully while I sat up as well.

"Well, if it does, you better come up with something better than Fabray, sweetie."

Okay, didn't see that one coming, but if this relationship is going to be as teasingly as this, I might actually like it.

I just smirked as I went over nicknames in my head and decided to just settle with babe, since it's not as over-the-top as the others.

"Can we go back to the hotel?" she asked, with her undying smirk on her face.

"Sure can do," I answered her.

She put her arm around my waist when we walked trough the double doors of the hotel.

I couldn't help my thoughts from going all over the place.

Having a girlfriend is so not straight. What's Brittany going to think?

Am I doing the right thing?

As if she heard my thoughts Brittany stood in front of me, totally out of nowhere, like a ninja.

"Hey Santana, Santana's friend," Brittany nodded in Quinn's direction, pretending to not remember her name.

"Hey Britt-Britt," I smiled warmly at her

Please don't correct her, please don't correct her, please do-

"Girlfriend actually," Quinn had to correct her with her arm still around my waist.

Brittany furrowed her eyebrows, so I asked her if we could talk in private for a second.

"Does she think she's your girlfriend 'cause she told you she's in love with you?" Brittany asked me when we're barely out of ears reach.

"No, actually she asked me to be her girlfriend at the beach," I said in a small voice.

Her face fell when I said that.

"Does it matter?" I added.

"I kissed you Santana, and you kissed me back, was I supposed to think that was nothing?"

Well, that was honest. Didn't see that one coming.

"I couldn't hurt her feelings Britt, I don't want to loose my best friend."

"And I'm just some stranger, it doesn't matter if you hurt mine."

I was taken aback, how was I supposed to know she felt this way?

Tears started streaming down her pretty face so I grabbed her wrist and dragged her in some empty room in that looked like a stocking place.

"Britt, how was I supposed to know you felt this way?" I asked in the softest voice I had ever used.

She looked me straight in the eyes.

Those marvelous blue eyes aren't made to cry.

I lifted my hand and brushed the tears away with the back of my hand.

She leaned into my touch and opened her mouth to speak again.

"Do you love her?"

I didn't know what to reply, yes I love her, she's my best friend, but as a girlfriend? I honestly don't know. I might. I could easily, I mean look at her.

"She's my best friend," I shrugged.

"Let me put it this way, if she broke up with you, would you go after her?"

No. Yes. Maybe. Okay probably.

"I don't know Brittany, I might." I replied honestly.

"And if I told you I was in love with you, would you date me 'cause you don't want to hurt my feelings, or 'cause you would want to, or wouldn't you date me at all?"

"I'd date you 'cause I'd want to." I told her without lifting my gaze from the floor.

"Then why are you with her instead of with me?"

There it was, the question I didn't have an answer to.

"She told me first."

Lame answer, Lopez.

She quirked an eyebrow, clearly waiting for something better.

"I don't know Brittany, I didn't know you wanted to be with me, so when she asked me to be with her I didn't know what could go wrong. I'd break up with her, but I started this to not hurt her feelings and if I broke up with her now I'd hurt her even more."

"So you do want to be with me?" She asked me with hope written all over her face.

I had to be honest with her, so I slowly nodded. Yes I did, God this was such a mess. And did I mention that it's not very straight?

She wrapped her arms around me in bone crushing hug.

"So what do you wan to do now?" I asked scared of the answer.

"I don't know Santana, you're right, breaking up with her now would be too harsh. You should make her break up with you." The blonde in front of me smiled at her own idea.

"Have you looked at me?" I asked while looking up and down my body, "I'm smokin'. She's never gonna break up with me."

"Well, aren't you the modest one," she replied sarcastically, "just be the worst girlfriend ever."

"Let's do this."

I took Quinn out to dinner that night, and I was more than ready to get on with the plan.

Throughout the whole dinner I was mean, insulting, rude, and my answers were as curtly as I could make them.

When it was time to go I decided to top all of that.

I asked the waiter for the check and pretended to not have my wallet.

"Ow babe, I kind of forgot my money, I'm sorry."

It didn't work though.

"That's okay, sweetie, I'll pay," She smiled warmly at me, God, why did she have to be the best girlfriend ever?

And damn that smile, it lightens up the whole place here, there's no doubt my girl is the hottest piece of action in this joint.

And I'm busy breaking her heart, what am I doing?

She did mention it when we walked back to the resort though.

"Okay, spill, what's up?" It completely caught me off guard, she didn't even seem to care about my weirdness before.

"What do you mean?" I faked innocence.

"Oh cut the crap, Lopez! You've been weird the whole dinner!" She'd never yelled at me like this before. But before I could say something she continued.

"Do you even want this, Santana?"

Before I even thought about the question I heard myself saying yes.

I thought about the honesty behind it all, it did want it, I didn't need to think about it.

Sucks for Brittany I guess.

"I don't think you-" Before she could even finish that sentence, my lips were on hers, shutting her up.

She was hesitant at first, clearly still annoyed, and not done with the conversation.

But then her lips started moving in sync with mine, obviously she'd all forgotten about our previous conversation.

The following days our relationship went better than ever, even better than when we were just friends.

We went swimming almost every day, showing me her amazing body, even though it always just turned out in a heavy make-out session in the water.

It was pretty hot.

I didn't talk to Brittany, though. That was the downside of it all, I wanted to talk to her, but she saw us making out while trying to walk to our hotel room the night of our dinner.

I guess that's why she'd been avoiding me.

Then the day came that Quinn had to return home, after our longer-than-necessary goodbye kiss, she hopped into the cab and drove off.

When I returned to my room, I saw Brittany standing in front of it.

I froze for a moment, before regaining control over my body, and walking straight towards her, one eyebrow raised.

"I'm sorry I avoided you," She blurted out.

"Hello to you too," I joked, trying to ease the tension.

"Can we talk inside?" She asked, her gaze never meeting mine.

I opened the door and motioned for her to step in.

"So, why did you do it?" I asked, replying to her first statement.

"I saw you and Quinn all lovey dovey and got jealous," She replied in all honesty. "Do you like her?" She added.

"I do," I stated, I could better be honest now.

Her face slightly fell, even though she tried not to show it.

"Do you like me?" She asked, I could she the hope shimmer in her eyes.

Better stay honest now, I've already come this far. I thought.

"I do."

Her face light up at that, and I could visibly see her calm down.

She went to sit at my bed, and motioned for me to come sit next to her.

So I did.

"I'm not going to lie Santana, I really like you."

I looked up to find her already staring at me.

"I really like you too, but I'm with Quinn now." I stated, at least I couldn't be accused of being a bad girlfriend for telling an other girl I like her if I made clear I was with Quinn.

She just frowned at my statement.

"But what about the plan? I thought you wanted to be with me?" She asked, desperation clear in her voice.

"I did, I do- I just- Brittany, this is confusing for me too, I come here straight as hell and in less than three weeks I like two girls."

Her face softened, I think she could relate to me in some sort of way, 'cause her face changed to understanding.

"But you do like me, right?" She asked one last time for confirmation.

I just nodded. Then before I could say or do anything else, I felt her warm, soft lips on mine and not long after I felt her tongue begging for entrance which I gladly gave to her.

I don't know how it got that far, but I was definitely cheating on my girlfriend.

It became even harder to resist her when I felt her hand on my waist.

That same hand carefully sneaked under my shirt seconds later.

And I didn't even object.

I knew I would regret it if I stopped her, but I would also regret cheating on Quinn.

Deciding to be a good girlfriend for the first time in my life I put a stop to it. Brittany didn't seem too pleased, but she had to understand right? I told her that I wasn't ready to do this, that I couldn't cheat on Quinn. Surprisingly she understood. She did ask me if we could just sleep, though. And I agreed, because I could imagine her not wanting to leave after we hadn't spoken for so long.

I woke up the following morning with a milky arm draped around me.

When I turned around I was met with the sight of a beautiful Brittany spooning me.

She was still asleep, giving me the time to study her face better.

I contemplated bailing, but then I remembered we were in my room, so I'd have to come back either way.

After a couple of minutes of staring into her gorgeous face, I struggled to get out of her grip.

Before I even put on more clothes I checked my phone.

I gulped when I saw I had 4 missed calls and 12 texts, all from Quinn.

She sure was clingy.

I stepped into the bathroom and pressed the call button.

While it rang I tried to think of an excuse as to why I didn't answer, and why I had to whisper to not wake up Brittany.

"Oh my god, I thought you were dead." That's one hell of a greeting I chuckled to myself.

"Relax, I'm alive and healthy," I answered casually.

Quinn's worry soon turned into rage.

"Why didn't you answer my calls? I was worried sick!" She all but yelled at me.

"I'm so sorry, I lost my phone and had to spend the evening with my parents, turned out my phone was in the pocket of my blue shorts," I lied quickly in a low voice.

"Why are you whispering?" Was all she answered, buying the terrible lie.

"I'm not whispering," I whispered.

"Uh, you are."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"I'm not playing this silly game," I snorted, "Am not." I added under my breath.

"Listen babe I'm sorry I didn't call any sooner," I added, actually liking getting to call her babe.

"It's okay, well I'm going back to sleep now, love you."

"Love you too." That was the first time a looked at the clock that day, noticing it was 3 am.

Wow, Quinn must've been really worried.

I went back into the bedroom just in time to see Brittany stir.

I rushed over and crawled back underneath the covers, not wanting to wake her up.

"San?" She whispered sleepily, barely audible.

"Shhh," I cooed, "it's nothing, sweetie, go back to sleep."

And so she did.

A/N: Next chapter will be Brittany's POV (: