CHAPTER 6

The next morning both girls were in Quinn's kitchen. Santana was sitting on a stool in the kitchen island watching Quinn make a huge jar of lemon iced tea; she was standing right across from her. Quinn had invited all the girls from glee club to a pool party/small party at her house so, like a good hostess, she had to provide her guest with drinks and snacks.

"Please remind me, why are we doing this?" Santana asked.

"Because you said we should have fun." Quinn looked over her right shoulder to look at Santana, while she stirred the tea.

"That is not what I had in mind when I said we should have fun." Santana informed her.

"Come on, San. It'll be fun! Don't you want to bond with the girls?" Quinn turned around to face the Latina.

"No." She said bluntly.

"Santana."

"Sorry. I'll try to tone down my bitchiness today." She smiled at Quinn. "But just for today."

"Thank you." Quinn smiled back. "Now help me make some nachos." She put the tea on her fridge and took a bag of chips out of the pantry. Santana joined her.

An hour later all the glee girls were outside on Quinn's backyard chatting and drinking tea. To Quinn's surprise all of them showed up, even Rachel. She wasn't sure if anybody was going to show up, except for Brittany, who obviously wouldn't miss the gathering. She even invited Kurt, but he already had plans with Blaine, so he couldn't make it.

There was a large round table with several chairs set a couple of feet from the pool. The table had a huge umbrella attached to it that covered the girls from the sun, so they were all very comfortable.

Tina was sitting next to Lauren and Rachel, who was sitting next to Brittany. They were having a random discussion about Broadway musicals. According to Rachel watching at least one musical is something you have to do before you die. She was surprised that all of them had watched at least one.

Quinn was sitting next to Santana and Mercedes. Their conversation was music related as well. Quinn said that, she'd like to hear a Santana and Rachel duet on Glee club. And Santana responded saying that nothing could beat the powerful mix of Mercedes' voice and hers.

They all continued chatting about random stuff, and then they changed the subject to their summer plans. All of them had plans except for Quinn and Santana. But they weren't sad about it, it was the opposite, they were actually happy because they were going to spend it together.

Quinn was impressed by Santana's behavior, and she wasn't the only one. All the girls were a little reluctant about spending a day with the former cheerio, with both of them actually, but they were pleasantly surprised to discover the kind side of both of girls.

"So, who's in the mood for a swim?" Santana asked the girls.

"I'm in." Quinn raised her hand.

"Me too." Brittany answered.

"I would be pleased to join you, girls." Rachel stated.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood. Maybe later." Mercedes said.

"Me neither. The sun tires me out." Lauren took a sip of her tea.

"I'm tired." Tina answered.

"Whatever, we'll have fun without you." Santana shrugged.

"Ok, so I'll go get some sunscreen. You guys can change over there." Quinn signaled the pool house.

When Quinn came back she was already wearing her bathing suit. She sat on one of the beach chairs that were outside the pool house to wait for the other girls. When Santana emerged in a tiny black bikini she almost passed out, she could almost feel the drool slipping down her chin. Sweet lord. Is she trying to kill me? She looks so hot. I can't stop staring at her!

She walked to the chair next to Quinn's, put her towel on the back of the chair and sat down facing Quinn.

"Q?" Santana snapped Quinn out of her thoughts.

"Huh? … What?" Quinn was too busy lusting over Santana to listen to what she was saying.

"I said, Would you mind putting sunscreen on my back?" Santana asked again.

"Uh, umm… Sure." Quinn said nervously.

At that time Brittany and Rachel came out of the pool house. Quinn handed them a bottle sunscreen and they sat on the chairs next to them.

Santana turned around and untied her top. Quinn put some sunscreen on her hands and she started rubbing Santana's back. Santana's skin was so soft, it felt heavenly. Quinn was trying really hard to not show how much she was enjoying it. Nobody noticed anything odd, except for Brittany, who was watching her curiously while she was rubbing sunscreen on Rachel's back.

"Done." Quinn tied Santana's top again.

"Thanks. Now, turn around." Santana untied Quinn's top. She rubbed Quinn's back slowly. Just like Quinn, Santana was enjoying the feel of Quinn's soft skin in her hands, so she took her time. Brittany was still watching closely the interaction between her two friends.

At this point Quinn couldn't help to be a little turned on, Santana had magic hands, and her flawless body wasn't helping either.

"You're ready." Santana said while tying Quinn's top. She put sunscreen on the rest of her body and got into the pool.

Quinn did the same thing, but she couldn't help to look away from Santana while doing it. She only hoped that she wasn't being too obvious. She jumped into the pool followed by Rachel.

Brittany was still sitting on the chair watching the girls. There was something there, but she couldn't figure out what. At least not yet.

"Come on, Britts! Get in! " Santana yelled.

She decided to push her suspicions out of her mind for a while and ran towards the pool.

"Cannon Ball!" She yelled when she jumped into the pool. She splashed all the way to the table.

"Watch it!" Mercedes screamed.

"Oops. Sorry!" Brittany yelled. Everybody burst into laughter.

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After a couple of hours of swimming, playing and chatting up everybody left, except for Brittany. The girls decided to watch a movie together. It had been forever since the three of them did something together. They were going to watch The Lion King, by Brittany's request.

The three girls were plopped down on Quinn's couch.

"You guys are in charge of snacks." Quinn said.

"What? And you?" Santana asked with furrowed brows.

"I'm going to my room to check my email." Quinn smiled.

"Excuse me? That's not fair! We are your guests, Quinn Fabray. " Santana protested.

"I don't mind." Brittany answered.

"See. Why can't you be like, Britt?" She stood up, kissed Brittany's head and she started walking towards the stairs. "Besides, you're kind of my roommate." Then she left.

"Still not fair!" Santana yelled. "Whatever. So, you want popcorn, Britts?" Santana stood up and walked to the kitchen. Brittany followed her.

"Yeah. That sounds yummy." She smiled.

Santana was putting the popcorn in the microwave when she felt a pair of arms around her waist. She turned around and she met those blue eyes she loved so much. Before she knew it she felt Brittany's lips on hers. The tall Blonde kissed her gently, and she kissed her back. She forgot for a minute that she shouldn't be kissing her, that she broke heart, and that she had a boyfriend. Finally, it all came back to her and she ended the kiss. None of the girls realized Quinn was standing at the kitchen door. When Quinn saw Brittany kissing Santana she felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest. She couldn't stay any longer so she ran back to her room crying.

"What the fuck are you doing, Britts?!" There was anger and sadness in Santana's voice.

"Kissing you." She tried to kiss her again, but Santana stopped her. Her arms were still on Santana's waist.

"You have a boyfriend."

"That didn't stop us before." Brittany winked. Santana pushed her away.

"It's not the same, Britts. You can't play with me like that."

"But…" She pouted.

"There's no but." Santana cut her off. "I'm finally starting to move on. Why are you making this so hard?"

"It's because of her, isn't it?" Brittany was starting to get upset. She didn't expect that Santana would make a big deal about this.

"What? Who?! " Now Santana was confused.

"Oh please. I know you, Santana. You have feelings for her." Brittany crossed her arms across her chest and glared at Santana.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Santana was starting to get angry again.

"No wonder why you two spend so much time together. I should've known." Brittany leaned on the kitchen island.

"Wait, are you talking about Quinn?" What Brittany was saying didn't make any sense. It was giving Santana a headache.

"I know you like her. You always had a thing for her. I saw you two while you were rubbing sunscreen on each other." Brittany said annoyed.

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" Santana snickered. "That's insane! There's nothing going on between us. And, if it were, you have no right to say anything because you were the one who dump me."

"We never dated, so technically I didn't dump you." She said in a hostile way.

"Wow, I never thought I would see this side of you." Santana said in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to be mean. It's just that, it drives me crazy to think that you're hooking up with Quinn." Santana rolled her eyes at her.

"I'm not! And, for the record, that's exactly how I felt when you choose Artie over me."

"He wanted to be with me." Brittany said bitterly.

"So did I." Santana said sadly.

"Not enough."

"Actually, more than him. He'll never love you the way I did." Santana realized what she just said. She thought that she still loved Brittany, but maybe she was wrong.

"Did?" Brittany felt like someone just punched her heart.

"Yeah, did. I told you, I'm moving on. And I just realized you were the one who didn't love me enough."

"What? That's ridiculous!"

"You didn't love me enough to wait for me. To wait until I was ready to come out." Tears started to roll down her cheeks. "The worst part is that I'd have waited for you." She said sadly.

"You're wrong!" Brittany yelled. She couldn't help to start crying.

"I'm sorry, Britt." Santana tried to put her hand on the Brittany's shoulder, but she pushed it off.

"So, what? Now you regret everything that happened between us? Everything we've been through?" There was hurt and anger in her voice.

"Of course not! That made me a better person. You taught me a lot of things, Britt."

"Screw you, Santana." She ran out of the kitchen and to the door.

"Brittany!" Santana yelled, but she didn't try to catch her. Then she heard the slam of the door.

"Shit!" She burst into tears. She sat on the kitchen's floor, rested her back on the kitchen island, pulled her knees to her chest, and put her head on her knees.