A.N.: Hey guys... long time no read. Totally not my fault. Every since I realized that I have no definite plot, I've been trying to update daily because this story is gonna be LONG. Alas, I was grounded with no way out. Anyway, here's chapter 4! Enjoy and don't forget to R&R.
S.N.: Also, if possible, could all of my lovely readers maybe pass my story onto others? That'd be so cool, thanks!
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. If I did, Pezberry would be endgame and there'd be a Santana/Finn smackdown every episode.

Needless to say, the next day went as smoothly as it could knowing the two girls. While Rachel was impressed that Santana had yet to turn into herself and have a gay panic, Santana on the other hand was just surprised to make it this long without Rachel questioning anything.

Little did the Latina know, Rachel was doing just that inside her own head. Every single question you could think of was racing through the diva's already hyperactive mind.

How could I let her get to me like that? Why didn't I break the kiss? Why did I kiss her back just as hard? What about what she said about the kiss being breath-taking? I never even knew I liked her! OKAY! SO THAT ONE WASN'T A QUESTION, SUE HER. Does she like me? How do I bring this up? Do I even want to bring it up? How do I even know she wants to talk about it?

She was just thinking of more aspects to analize when the exact girl who had been invading her thoughts burst throught the door. Rachel jumped.

"OH SHIT!" she screamed.

"Santana? What's wrong?" Over the last couple of months Rachel's gotten accustomed to the other girl being the one to overreact. However, she still eyed her warrily.

"Quinn's coming! She says its important and she'll be her in 5." Rachel stared at her confused.

"Okay, would you mind telling me why this is a bad thing?" The Latina just sighed. "San, we've been friends for almost three months. Why is it a big deal if Quinn knows?" The other girl relaxed a little and let out an almost forced chuckle.

"You don't get it do you? Rachel, we've been in our own bubble for so long and I know as soon as Barbie walks through that door it'll be gone faster than it came. Not to mention she'll probably flip he shit when she finds out I'm trying to court her one true love." Rachel's eyebrows hit her hairline then furrowed in confusion.

"One true love?" she asked utterly confused.

"Of course I tell her my feelings and she only hears what's going on with Barbie." she mumbled. A more than frantic knock made both heads snap up at the sound. As soon as Santana had her hand on the doorknob, the door flew open pushing the unsuspecting girl up against the wall.

"Ow! What the fuck Quinn?" Santana screamed from her place behind the door where Rachel rushed to help her up.

"Santana! Where the he- What the hell is Manhands doing here? Santana!"

"Her name is Rachel and she's my friend. You'd know that if you took your lips away from Sue's ass for an hour. The real question is what are you doing here?" Quinn just glared past Santana's shoulder at Rachel.

"Whatever. This shit is just too freaky. I'm going home." Santana was quick to run behind her and close the door to give them some privacy.

"Look Quinn, nevermind Rachel. That's a conversation for another time. Now, you've obviouslsy got some shit on your mind so you might as well tell me." The shorter Cheerio barely finished her sentence before Quinn blurted out her answer.

"ISLEPTWITHBRITTANY." Santana's eyes were as big as saucers.

"Okay, hold up. Did the Queen of the Represssed Lemon Club just say she slept with my bestfriend?" Santana was doing a damn good job at keeping herself from laughing.

"Santana! Seriously, this shit is serious."

"Okay, here comes Satan to help you through your gay panic." Santana giggled.

"Whatever, I knew you'd never help me."

"Alrigtht. I'm sorry. Tell me how it happened."

*FLASHBACK*

"Quinn?" Brittany asked slyly from where she was standing in the gym after Sue Sylvester's Cheerios's speech.

"Yeah Britt?"

"You wanna come to my house today? I think Lord Tubbington stole my diary and I need help finding it." The shorter blonde just rolled her eyes at the other girl's antics.

"Sure Britt." she answered smiling when the ditzy blonde clapped her hands excitedly. Matter of fat, she actually 'yayed' all the way to Quinn's car.

"Wait." Santana interrupted, "I thought she stopped writing in her diary?"

"Me too." Quinn agreed. "Anyway..."

~At Brittany's House~

"Brittany, I don't see your diary anywhere." Quinn mumbled from her place under the blonde girl's bed. She looked up to see Brittany sitting on the edge of the bed pouting looking a second away from burstng into tears.

"Lord Tubbington probably still has it." Brittany guessed looking around the room for the cat either have yet to see.

"Aww. Britt, come here." she cooed as she wrapped the girl up in a tight hug. "All better?" she asked after a moment, getting a quiet sniffle in response.

In reality, it wasn't the lack of an answer from the usually verbal girl, it was what happened afetr she tried to get up from the bed.

The normally bubbly girl looked down with a glint in her eyes that Quinn never really saw before but she knew it was akin to lust.

She gulped audibly and sat back down on the bed.

"What's wrong Britt?" she asked clearing her throat of the sudden huskiness it had acquired.

"Nothing," she shrugged, "I just think your lips look really soft." she said staring almost dreamily at the girl's lips.

"Thank you?" she squeaked out as Brittany moved to straddle her waist. It's not that she didn't find the other girl attractive, she's just never thought of her that way. Also, weren't her and Santana like fuck buddies or something?

"Naah. We decided we worked better as friends." Santana explained with a rather modest tone of voice.

"I'm happy for you. Can I finish my story now?" She asked annoyed by the interruptions.

"Uhm Brittany? What are y-you doing?" Quinn asked as pale fingers danced across her lips and traced her face.

"I just wanna see if they're as soft as they look. And as delicious." she snuck in leaning toward Quinn.

Quinn doesn't know for the life of her why she never stopped the other girl's advances. She figured it was because of how good Brittany was making her feel.

Well, five mindblowing orgasms later, lust unclouded Quinn's mind and she found herself being laughed at by Brittany, who was still in a post-coital daze, while searching for clothes she now regrets throwing around so haphazardly.

"Quinn?" Brittany questioned using the same tone of voice she used int he gym.

"Yeah Britt?" she called not meeting the other girl's gaze.

"Does this mean I unpressed your lemons?" Quinn couldn't help the smile that broke her resolve or the laughter that shook her body. It's just what the blonde did to her.

"Sure Britt." she answered reaching for her tennis shoes and car keys by the night stand.

"Good because Santana said you could die from how hard your lemons were pressed. I don't want you to die Quinny." Quinn for the most part jusst ignored her and kissed her forehead goodbye.

As the days events caught up to her, she gave Brittany some half-assed excuse and booked it to her car where she made a beeline for Santana's house.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Damn Q." Santana whispered, unable to say much else.

"Exactly what I said. S, what do I do?" she pleaded.

"Okay, knowing B, she's not gonna bring it up unless you do which gives you enought time to think about it. But before you do, I gotta ask you. Do you like her?

"I mean, I guess I've never admitted it beacuse of Rachel but I do."

"Good." the Latina said pointedly. " Because B's too good of a person for you to just fuck around with her feelings." Quinn just sighed.

"I know. That's why I didn't wanna hurt her feelings I'd probably kick my own ass." she let out a dry chuckle.

"Okay, so I know this isn't the best time but this means your totes over Rachel right?" Santana asked hopefully rubbing her neck.

"Yes," she growled, "I already told you I was." she fake glared at her until she saw the girl falter at her vicious stare. "Wow S, you're getting soft." she jibbed

"No I'm not! I was just asking Q because we all know how you lie. Don't it get it twisted. I will still go ALL Lima Heights like that day in the hallway." Santana smirked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." she drawled out dropping her head into a tan lap clad in black shorts.

That's exactly how they spent the next hour until Santana had an idea.

"Q?" Santana called raising a perfectly waxed eyebrow at the indignant grump she was answered with. "Bitch! I ain't your pillow so you best not be falling asleep on my lap."

"That's what you think. What's wrong though?" she asked looking up.

"Nothing's wrong. It's just I realized I'm starting to really like Rachel and Britts told me I should sing her a song." she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Awww! Look at San being all romantic and fluffy." she said poking the girl in her side inly to have her hands slapped away.

"Shut it, Fabray." she grumbled only to have the blonde Cheerio laugh in her face.

"Oh God." she sighed trying to wipe some of the tears out her eyes. "I'm sorry S, it's just your gonna sing a song to the biggest diva in our school to confess your feelings? It's a little funny and a lot cliche." It was as if everything clicked for the Latina as she erupted into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my God Quinn, your so right!" Santana bellowed trying to get her breathing under control.

"See, add that to the unknown number of times I've been right." Quinn smirked.

"Okay, so that brings your total to 3. You must be so proud."

"Shut up, Lopez." she said rolloing her eyes.

"Yeah well I love being more badass than you but i gotta go, Rachel's waiting for me inside." she said with a wink.

"Eww. All I keep seeing are wierd mean midget babies who lecture you in paragraphs and curse you out in Spanish. Wait what song are you doing?"

"Even though that's like genetically impossible, that would be so badass. Oh and I was thinking of Adele's 'One and Only'. You, Tina, and Britts doing backup would be like totes helpful." she said once she reached the door.

"Okay, me and Brittany can do that. I'll call Tina later. See you later S." she smirked while pointing at the door to reveal a nervous Rachel.

"Bye Q." she said walking past Rachel into her house.

"Oh. Hey Berry."

"Quinn," she greeted, "It's nice to see you."

"Okay. Let's cut the crap. I propose we be nicer to each other."

"Even though I've always been nice to you. I have to ask, why now?"

"Because I don't know what's going on with you too but S is my bestfriend so I gotta look out for her." Rachel nodded her understanding. "It also means don't play with each other because I'll actually kick both of our asses if either of you fuck up."

"Thank you Quinn. That was quite a noble thing for you to do." Quinn nodded.

"Bye Berry. I mean, Rachel." Rachel smiled.

"Bye Quinn." This should be intreresting she mused.

xHTLGRx

"So what was that?" Santana asked without looking up from her spot on the couch.

"Nothing. Just bonding over mutual interests I guess." she replied dejectedly. Santana raised an eyebrow at her.

"I don't have to worry about Fabray putting th moves on my girl cause I'm totes that mutual interest right?"

"So now I'm your girl?" Santana was flabbergasted.

"Uhhh, I-I I uhh. Look at the time. I'm pretty sure your dads want you home now Rach. Bye." Santana smiled pushing the smaller brunette out the door.

~On the Phone~

"So Tiny, I have a surprise for you tomorrow." Santana shared.

"Really?" she asked excitedly. Maybe it has something to do with the kiss.

"Yupp. But it's really serious so I need you to be like super cool about everything no matter what happens okay?" the Latina asked sweetly.

"Okay San, no need to talk to me as if I'm an infant." she rolled her eyes thinking of how soft spoken the girl became around her.

"Yeah. Okay. Your right. I'm sorry." Santana said trying to sound a little cooler. "Look, my dad's calling me so I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, love you." She blurted out before thinking. Thank God Rachel only giggled as she imagined how big Santana's eyes must be at her new revelation.

"Bye San." she sing-songed while hanging up.

Damn what's wrong with you Lopez! she scolded herself. Why can't you just keep the PDA's on the low? "It's only until tomorrow." she sighed until she was succumed to sleep.

A.N.: Yupp! So, chapter 4, done! Finally. Again, sorry for the hold up. More is coming soon thoo, so be ready! Anyway, I did a Pezberry IPod challenge to upload. Other than that, leave some REVIEWS telling me what you'd like to see happen in the story.
S.N.: I was totes excited when i found out a way to geet some Fierce/Quitt in here! But until then, there's a poll on my profile about how they should get together. GO VOTE! Until next time...

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