Hey guys. Sorry for the lack of updates.

Yesterday was hell. I had running and weight training after work, then I had this huge argument with my best friend...who I don't think I'm ever gonna speak to again.

I'm devastated right now. I've been her rock through so many shitty things. Bad boyfriends. Failing uni. Even unwanted pregnancy...every time I dropped everything for her! And the first time in 9 years I ask for help...she doesn't give a fuck...gah! Rant over!

So this chapter focuses on Britt and Addy. The next will be San and Quinn. Then there will be one more followed by an epilogue.

I really hope you like it! :s

Let me know what ya think...a review would help cheer up my crappy mood.

I can't even hit the gym today because I'm working a shitty late shift.

Blugh. Worst. Friday. Ever.

Anywho...enjoy!

Daisy x

"Brittany Susan Pierce...you little...bitch !" Growled Addison as she wiped ketchup from her face. "I..I can't believe-". She was cut off as a large blob of mayonase splattered against her cheek. Pausing briefly and taking a deep breath, the tattooed girl looked across the table at the blonde. An evil glint in her eye. "You won't know when it's coming, but I will get you back for this!". She whispered deeply as the dancer giggled. Setting down her now useless napkin she stood and began to walk away.

Brittany caught the green eyed girl by the wrist and pulled her backward. "Where are you going?". She questioned, a small pout forming on her lips.

Addison gestured to her face and chest area with a 'duh' look. "To have a shower Britt...you kinda git me dirty!". The blonde blushed and Addison chastised herself inwardly for the use of her words. "I...um..I'm gonna.". She pointed her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing to the stairs that lead to her room, and the shower in the room! "I'm sure the lovebirds will be down soon anyway..I mean they're only...". The athletic girl checked her watch. "wow..urm, 2 hours late!". Shrugging she smiled and jogged off up the stairs, leaving the blue eyed girl at the dinner table alone.

They had arrived at the small hotel yesterday. Santana and Quinn had instantly disappeared into their room giggling and sending lustful looks to each other. Leaving a nervous Brittany and a shy Addison to unpack in their shared room. As apparently there was a mix up. But the blonde knew Quinn was most definitely behind it.

With their two best friends all M. I. A. The duo had to make do with each others company. The dancer following the younger girl to the hotel bar. It was awkward at first, they hadn't talked since their kiss. But alcohol can work wonders.

Brittany chewed her straw as she looked over her mojito nervously at Addison. The tattooed girl had been polite on the ride over but now they were alone she had completely shut down. Picking up her drink and gulping what was left of it's contents, the dancer found the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry.". Both girls said in unison. They with blushed and ducked their heads. Brittany smiled shyly and carried on before the girl in front of her.

"I'm sorry I kissed you like that.". She whispered.

"I'm sorry I pushed you in the river.". Countered the younger girl.

Brittany smiled. "it probably helped! That kiss was..."

"Hot...". Finished the tattooed girl.

They both laughed and the mousey blonde decided it was time for shots. Lots of shots!

Two hours later the girls were bent over with laughter as they watched a short, overweight bald man dance around a support column seductively whilst attempting to send them sexy looks. Brittany had her arm drunkenly draped over Addison's shoulders. The blonde sitting up straight and unconsciously tightening her hold on the younger girl as the drunk man approached. Addison's laughter coming to an abrupt stop as he paused in front of their table.

"Heyyyy pretty ladies...you wanna dance?". He asked in a slimy tone that made a shiver shoot down Brittany's spine. "I could buy you a few drinks...we could do some dancing here and then maybe..". He slid a keycard across the table. "we could do some dancing in the bedroom.".

"You serious Jabba!?.". Questioned the tattooed girl. Brittany could feel the tension in her shoulders. "I suggest you take your key and turn around, before I make it disappear somewhere painful!". She growled.

"Heyyy, sweetness. Calm those pretty little titties...it was only a suggestion.". He raised his hands in surrender. "Maybe your buddy would be down for some..". He licked his lips and dragged his eyes over the blondes body. "Dancing.".

It was Brittany's turn to tense as she felt him undress her in his mind. She never was good with confrontation, something that had not improved over the years. The slamming of Addison's hand against the table shook her out of her daze. "Listen here Pillsbury! That girl is off limits. You even look at her...". She finished by leaning forward towards the sweating man and growling lowly.

"Whatever. Crazy fuckin bitch.". He spat, obviously pissed that in his mind he'd just been cock blocked. He turned and mumbled something about her needing a man to teach her a lesson. Addison saw red. She was out of her seat and had him pinned, face first into the column he was dancing around moemnts ago in seconds.

Twisting his arm back painfully she sneered into his ear. "what did you just say?.". The stubby man shook his head. She twisted his arm further eliciting a yelp. "The only lesson men have ever taught me, is that they use, abuse and fuckin lose...you worthless little -".

"Addy...stop. Please.". Came the soft pleading tone of Brittany as a hand squeezed her shoulder.

Addison shook her head no. "He...he thinks he can teachm me a lesson...I can't let him..I gotta stop him...".

"I don't...please . Just let me go. I'll leave. I promise.". Begged the bald man.

"Addison. Come on. Lets go sit back down. He's not worth it.". Urged the dancer. Her hand now wrapped around the tense girls bicep. "If we get kicked out, Q and Tana are gonna be pissed!". She felt the younger girl tense, before she saw the slimy man stumble to the ground.

"Don't fuckin come near us again.". Growled the athletic girl before walking past him and up towards her hotel room. She wslas angry at herself. She'd lost it. She always did when she felt scared. And the predatory way the guy had looked at her and Brittany had chilled her to the bone. His look was similar to so many others that she had suffered by. The first being her father.

Pushing the lump in her throat down, she forcefully pushed the to her room open. She was literally shaking with rage as she grabbed a towel and some supplies for a shower. She had to her away from Brittany before the dancer witnessed the mess she was. But as she turned to head to the en suite she came face to face with the worried blonde. Too late.

Brittany stepped up and took the towel from the green eyed girl. "What happened down there?". She questioned gently. Her blue eyes soft and pleading.

Addison shrugged. "Nothin. I'm just a bitch is all...the guy deserved it anyway.". She reached for her towel back but the blonde snatched it away. "Britt...don't do this.". She warned.

"One minute we were laughing and the next...". The dancer shook her head. "I'm sorry I froze. I'm like, the worst when people are being creepy or in my face.".

Addison's eyes softened a little. "It's fine Brittany. You did nothing wrong...and I totally over reacted...I always do when I'm drunk.".

"It's not just because your drunk though...is it?". Gently prodded the blonde.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Britt.". Sighed the athletic girl, slumping onto her bed.

"I'd like to.". Implored the dancer as she sat on the single bed opposite.

"No..no you wouldn't". Laughed Addison dryly.

"Try me.".

Silence.

"I kinda like you Addison...well I don't kinda, I do...".

"You really shouldn't.".

"The heart wants what it wants...and I think mine wants you...it skips and jumps when you laugh, it tingles when you look at me..it feels light when you touch me...". Brittany dropped her head to hide her blush.

"I've done bad things Britt.".

"Haven't we all.". Countered the blonde looking up again.

"Things I'm ashamed of.". Addison shook her head. "I'm bad news Brittany. I've been through shit I can't even think about...I've done things I'll never be able to talk about...I'm..I'm a nasty, fucked up piece of trash.".She looked into the bright blue eyes staring at her from across the room. Begging the girl to see she wasn't good enough for a relationship. Hell, she didn't feel she was good enough for the kiss they had shared.

Brittany stood and walked the small distance to the younger girl. Dropping to her knees in front of her she took her hand. "When I look at you, I see passion and loyalty. Love and respect. Strength and drive.". A pause. "I see this beautiful person with so many layers, and I want to explore them all. I want to find the good and make you see it's there, I want to find the broken pieces and kiss them better, I want to make you realise how special you are... I want to try this Addison. I know you feel it too."

The lump the mousey blonde had been fighting became too much. A whimper escaped her throat as she shook her head. "I...I can't Britt.".

The dancer slowly stood and sat down next to the tattooed girl, wrapping her arms around her. "You cam...we both can..". She pressed a kiss to the younger girls temple.

"I don't know how.". She breathed.

"How about I start?". Questioned the dancer, receiving a nod in response. "My full name is Brittany Susan Pierce.".

They talked most of the night, well Brittany did. The dancer spoke about her love of dirt bikes and cats, her time at Juliard, the tours she's danced on, the tours she will dance on. At some point they fell asleep. Waking up only two hours ago in each others arms.

Brittany looked longingly at the stairs the younger girl had ascended. And she made a decision.

Addison was humming along with the music playing on her phone as she showered the a knock sounded at the door to the bathroom. "I'm in the shower.".

"Can I come in?". Came Brittany's timid voice.

The tattooed girl shrugged to herself. "Sure...I guess.". She made sure the curtain was pulled fully closed. But it didn't matter that it was, when a pale hand grasped it, pulling it open. "What the Hell Bri-"

Pink lips crashed I to ruby red ones as the dancer stepped into the shower fully clothed. Her strong hands gripped Addison's sides as she stroked her thumbs over pointed hips. A moan escaped the younger girls mouth as the blonde pushed her back against the wall, littering kisses across her jaw and down her neck to suck and nip at her pulse point.

"Britt...". Breathed the stunned girl, her hands grasping the dancers wet T shirt.

"Tell me something about you.". Mumbled the blonde as she licked and sucked the shell of Addison's ear.

"Take your clothes off.". Gasped the younger girl as her head fell back in pleasure when Brittany's muscular thigh pressed into her center.

"One item for every thing you tell me.". Husked the blonde.

Addison felt a spike of lust fire through her at the blondes voice. "My favorite colour is purple.". She breathed. Brittany hummed and shimmyed her shorts down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. "I...I...always wanted a pony when I was a kid...Oh God..Brit!". Green eyes rolled back in pleasure as the blonde leaned down and took a pink nipple into her mouth, lavishing it with attention. With a pop, the dancer released it and leaned back, her now dark blue eyes locking with lusty green before she grasped her T shirt and pulled it over her head. Addison's eyes widened when she saw the girl wasn't wearing a bra.

Lips crashed together again as hot water pounded against the toned girl's bodies. Both moaning with pleasure as their bare breasts pushed against each other, setting their skin alight. "Fuck this.". Grumbled the tattooed girl, pushing her right hand into the dancers barely there thong.

Brittany let out a gasp as two fingers entered her already wet core. Her leg wrapped itself around the younger girls as the mousey blonde steadily pumped her slender fingers inside her. "Oh...Adddison...ah, just like that baby.". She breathed, her head falling onto the girls defined shoulder.

It was Addison's turn to gasp as Brittany gently pushed herself into her core. Fingers burried deep as her thumb massaged over her clit. "Britt..it's feels so good.". She whispered.

The blonde looked up and rested her forehead against the tattooed girls. Both of them panting as they looked into each others eyes. "Your so beautiful.". She breathed. She saw doubt flash across green eyes and leaned in, pressing a passionate kiss to the girls lips. Humming, Addison picked up the rhythm, both girls now moving in unison, wet bodies gliding together. Hands that weren't burried deep inside grasped at soft supple flesh, scratching and massaging as the pace intensified.

"Oh Britt...right there..oh...God...". Cried the younger girl as her walls tightened around slender fingers.

"Addy..baby..just there.. ..I'm gonna..." Brittany's hand grasped at the younger girls firm ass as an orgasm tore through her at the same time.

Their breaths slowing, small smiles took over flushed faces. Breaths hitched as they pulled out of one andother, but their fore heads remained touching, their eyes still locked. "I like learning about you.". Whispered the dancer, pressing a quick kiss to the tattooed girls lips.

Addison smiled. "I just plain like you.".

"I like you too.".

The sound of the shower suddenly becoming loud again, both girls decided to get out. Brittany's eyes trailed across the stunning body of the girl she had just shared one of the most passionate moments of her life with. She noticed hundreds of scars marring perfect skin. Addison quickly covered herself with a towel realising what the blonde was looking at. She opened her mouth to speak, but a slim finger pressed against her lips, whilst Brittany's other hand took hers.

Wordlessly the blonde lead Addison into the bedroom and gently helped lay her down. Slowly she peeled the towel from the younger girls vice like grip. "It's ok...you can trust me.". Soothed the dancer.

Tossing the towel to the floor Brittany began to softly kiss the tattooed girls scars.

"Perfect." A kiss.

"Beautiful.". Another kiss.

"flawless.". A kiss

Tears welled in the younger girls eyes as she realised what the blonde was doing. She wasn't sure what was gonna happen between them, but lay naked in the early afternoon sun as the stunning dancer kissed and worshipped her body, she felt a few scars begin to heal.