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Santana's POV

The last few days have been a blur. The three of us received bids for Delta Pi and Greek week is in full force. At least it's kept me from having an awkward conversation with Britt. I'm not sure if Quinn knows what happened, but I'm guessing she does, since she's been avoiding me like the plague. According to baby Hummel, Q. decided to crash at the loft and was not looking her best. We probably made her feel so awkward. Apparently, Rachel was going to elaborate but was running late for some sort of casting call.

What the fuck was I thinking? Not only did I ruin any progress we had made as friends, but I'm 100% sure I hurt her feelings. I don't know what came over me when I saw her and Tara all cuddled up on our sofa. Of course Brittany's going to date. She's young, she's beautiful and sweet enough to give you a toothache. Did I actually think she'd stay single forever? Even though we haven't been able to wear make-up, brush our hair or primp in any way for the last few days as part of this pledging shit, Britt still manages to turn heads.

At the beginning of the week we were all assigned a "Big Sister", to help guide us in being the best Delta Pi recruits we can be. Psshh, what they really do is help us get passed this week of whack ass hazing rituals. I could care less about looking a hot mess. I didn't have anyone to impress; but then as luck would have it Jennifer was assigned to me. There is no way in hell I'm referring to her as my "Big Sister". The things I think about doing to that woman, eliminate any kind of sisterly relationship. I must say though, she's been pretty cool throughout this whole thing. She has even graced me with a few compliments even though I knew I was looking atrocious. Jennifer is definitely on my radar.

Quinn's big sister is Ally, which makes a perfect match in my opinion. They instantly hit it off and I always see them chatting it up. Maybe Allison decided to play for my team after all, I mean Tara definitely showed her true colors without reserve. I suppose I should have seen it coming when they announced her as Brittany's big sister. The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head a bit when I found out, but come on give me a break, she is my ex-girlfriend. Feeling her body pressed against mine in the shower felt amazing but weird at the same time. B always knew how to make me feel good, sexually and otherwise.

I need to work this shit out and soon. Quinn would side with her, probably call me an asshole for playing with Brittany's feelings or some shit. As if she had any room to talk about messing with people's feelings, when she was flirting away with pretty boy after shooting me mixed signals. I swear Q is the epitome of Icy-hot. One minute she's all lovey, looking at me with those hazel eyes, telling me she missed me, giving me sweet pecks on the cheek, then BOOM, cold shoulder.

"Hey Santana…You almost ready?" Jennifer appears in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Yea, sorry I got a little distracted. " Damn, how long was I daydreaming?

"No worries. You have a really nice place."

"Thanks. Once Quinn and Britt added their styles it began to feel more like home."

"Oh…Right. So, are you ready for this slumber party? I'm sure the girls will make it less slumber, more party. Not like some boring pre-teen sleepover. Unless you like low key, then I can tell them to tone it down a bit. We just thought it would be a good way to bond with our partners…I mean sisters- shit that came out wrong."

Santana chuckles at Jen's adorable rambling, before realizing that the brunette goddess has made her way into the room and is sitting on her bed.

"Pledges…yeah bond with our new pledges."

"I think the real question is are they ready? Getting to show off my sexy nighty to a house full of women isn't exactly something I do often." Santana tries to play it cool but can't help the flirtatious smirk plastered on her face.

"Sexy nighty huh?" Jennifer runs her fingertips over the fabric of the Latina's duffel bag. "I think you could pretty much make any sleepware look absolutely amazing." Jenny blushes a bit but continues. "Some people skip the whole pajama ritual and sleep in nothing at all."

Damn is it hot in here? I need a cold glass of-, damn I wanna fuck her. Shit, relax Lopez. Get it together.

"W-Well, I'm glad you think I can look good in anything, because there is no way I'm wearing lingerie tonight after looking like this all week. I've decided to channel my inner Heffner and bring my silk pajama set."

Jennifer hops off the bed and makes her way towards the door.

"Bummer. I guess I'll have to wear the sexy lingerie tonight then." She shoots the Latina a wink as she walks out into the living room.

Oh yea, she wants me, and I think I want her just as bad.

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Quinn's POV

Why am I still here? San made me pledge for this stupid sorority and now I feel obligated to follow through. It Obviously has nothing to do with her getting all hot and bothered by princess smiles-a lot. Who the hell am I fooling, that has everything to do with it. I don't even want to get into the turmoil that's coursing through my body, at the thought of her and Brittany's shower excursion. I think it's pretty safe to say that Tana is not into me, yet here I am torturing myself a little more.

That night was a damn nightmare. What was I supposed to do? Walk out into the balcony and say, "Hey Santana, I know you just fucked Brittany's brains out, but I think I'm in love with you." I figured I'd spend the night at Rachel's getting myself together, but of course as soon as I got back to the apartment there stood Jennifer Grayson with my bid and instructions to the first day of Greek week. Where the hell is Brittany's pet leprechaun? I just want to wish this whole damn year away.

"She really likes her you know." Allison comments to Quinn.

"What?"

Ally lifts her chin, gesturing towards a giggling Jenny and Santana across the room.

"Jen really likes Santana." Allison clarifies.

Quinn hadn't even realized she'd been staring at the pair through her daydream.

"Yea well, good for them. I'm sure San likes Jennifer too."

"And you're totally cool with that?"

"Yea, why wouldn't I be? I have no say in my friend's love life."

"Even if you have feelings for that friend?"

"What are you getting at Allison?"

"Come on Quinn, I see the way you look at Santana. It's so obvious that you feel more for her. I'm just wondering what's holding you back."

"Listen Ally, there's nothing going on between me and San. She's free to date whomever she wants and the same goes for me." Quinn looks back at the brunettes across the room. "As long as she's happy, that's all that really matters."

"Quinn, I know we aren't besties or anything and I actually should hate you because you have feelings for a girl that my best friend is crushing on, but you can talk to me. I don't want you to think that just because Jenny's my best friend, I'll run and tell her all your dirty little secrets. I'm not like that, despite what you may think. I also want Jen to be happy just like you want the same for Santana, but if my best friend is setting herself up for heartbreak, I would appreciate you being honest with me."

"San and I had our chance…W-We just…didn't know it."

Quinn shuffles her feet into her baby pink house slippers that match her pajama shorts. She's in desperate need of some fresh air, the conversation getting too heavy for her liking.

"People like Santana rarely come along. She is so stubborn and completely oblivious, but the good things she brings to your life make having her in it, so worth it. Tell Jen not to wait too long to tell San how she feels." With that Quinn begins to walk away.

"Hey Quinn?"

She slightly turns to face Allison.

"Yeah?"

"According to Tara, you're not the only one in love with your best friend."

Quinn follows Allison's line of sight to the balcony, where Brittany stood overlooking the city.

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Brittany's POV

I guess I won't be talking to San tonight either. Damn slumber party. None of these girls are even sleeping. I thought for sure we'd talk about the infamous shower scene by now, but she keeps avoiding me. Maybe I should just lie and tell her it meant nothing, just your average "I'm lonely and horny" hook-up. San would never buy that though; she knows me too well. You'd think the fact that we know everything there is to know about each other would make her want to be with me again, but no. That was Lima Santana. New York Santana is more guarded, analyzing the hell out of everything and definitely not as spontaneous. I guess I could be to blame for that, since apparently, I broke her heart. The truth is she broke my heart too. I mean, I'm scared and insecure too but none of that matters to me because I love her.

"Hey Britt. What are you doing out here by yourself?"

She looks over as Quinn joins her against the balcony rail.

"Nothing, just thinking of some assignments I have to finish up for class."

"Britt, I know you're a genius and everything, but you know as well as I do that homework is always the last thing on your mind."

They share a knowing look as giggles escape their lips.

"Ok point taken. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Does it have to do with our not-so-subtle roommate?"

Brittany chuckles at the description, stopping when she turns to see Santana and Jennifer talking inside. A tear trickles down Brittany's cheek as she ducks her head, feeling helpless at the sight of both brunettes. Taking notice, Quinn wraps her arms around her friend, while trying her best to hold back her own tears.

"I don't know what to do Quinn." Brittany silently sobs into her friend's shoulder. "She won't talk to me. We had sex and everything just fell apart. I messed up, I messed everything up Q. I can't lose her again. I need to be with her, I know she's hurting but if she would just talk to me, I could fix this. I don't want San to be with Jen or any other girl." She continues to cry, pouring her heart out. "I don't want to watch her fall in love and move on. I love her, I love her so much and I know she still loves me."

Quinn slightly pulls away as the last words spill from Brittany's lips. She looks at her friend and can see how honest and true those words were. In that moment Quinn realizes what she has to do.

"Then you need to be with her. You need to tell her how you feel. Fight for the love of your life…I-I'll help you."

"But what if she chooses Jennifer over me? Look at them, she's definitely falling for her Quinn. I know you see it, because you know her just as well as I do."

They both turn to look at the pair, still mingling inside the house.

"Don't worry Britt, we'll figure this out. We may not be at McKinley anymore, but I'm sure we still have some of that Sue Sylvester whit. We always got exactly what and who we wanted." Quinn starts to walk towards the doorway but is stopped by a hand on her wrist.

"Thanks Quinn."

Deep down Brittany knows that her roommate's relationship with the Latina has changed. She knows that there may be something more to their friendship, but she isn't going to open up Pandora's box to find out exactly what may be lurking inside.

"Let's go get you girl Britt."

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"See I told you this slumber party would be fun."

"OK, so it's not completely horrible. I guess having good conversation with the hottest woman in charge, makes it a little more bearable."

"So that's your nice way of saying that I'm your scape goat?"

"No, that's my way of saying that you're the perfect distraction."

"Well, I'm glad to see my silk nighty is doing its job."

"Trust me, it's working overtime. With or without it, I'd still be happy to have spent the better part of my night getting to know you, Jen."

"Has anyone ever told you how charming you are?"

"Hmm, let's see…raging bitch, for sure. Crazy ass Latina, absolutely. Charming…Charming…nope, never heard that one."

"What about smart ass?"

"That's a new one as well. Wow you're two for two."

"So, um…how are Quinn and Brittany handling Greek week?"

"I think they're alright. We really haven't seen much of each other the past couple days, but I'm sure they're fine."

"I feel like they've been giving me the death stare because of the pledge hazing, but trust me this is nothing compared to what other sororities do."

"Those two aren't giving you the death stare, I would know. When they glare at you, you feel like their eyes are burning holes straight into your soul."

"Sounds like you talk from experience."

"Ha, I may have messed up a few times, but I always recover. I guess they just love me enough to forgive my fuck-ups. It's usually me and Quinn who go at it, while Britt tries to keep the peace, being more passive."

"They really mean a lot to you, huh?" Santana looks over at the two blondes chatting on the balcony, as a soft smile graces her lips. She nods in response, looking back to the questioning brunette.

Jen runs her fingertips down Santana's arm and brushes her thumb over the back of the Latina's hand.

"Maybe one day I can have a spot in your heart too…"

Santana looks up from her tingling arm to meet Jennifer's pleading eyes and reaches up to caress her cheek.

"Maybe you're just what my heart needs."

Inches turn into centimeters and then their lips meet in a tender kiss. Seconds pass as the kiss deepens, both women too caught up in the moment to realize that every conversation in the room has stopped.

"Ok, Ok, let's move this party downstairs…come on, move along. Nothing to see here ladies."

They slowly pull apart, chuckling at Tara as she motions all of the pledges towards the staircase. The red head swings her arms as if directing an airplane's landing. Shooing the bodies away from the brunettes behind her.

"Jen...I'm sorry, I uh-"

"It's OK San." Jennifer places a kiss to her tan cheek. "We should get down there. I should at least attempt to be a better host."

"I think you're a fine host." The Latina adds a wink to her smirk. She heads towards the stairs, leaving a blushing Jennifer to follow."

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"So this is where us pee-ons are sleeping tonight?"

"Why hello Santana. So nice of you to join us, since the "popular" girls have all retreated upstairs. Thank you oh so much for gracing us with your presence."

"Nice to see you too Q. Oh don't worry, the fact that you're acting like a frigid bitch had nothing to do with me not being around." The Latina shot back.

"Guys Please! Not now, this isn't the time or place. San, you're welcome to join us."

"I'm sorry B. I wasn't trying to be an ass. I know I owe you a talk, I've just had a lot on my mind lately and I-"

"Yea we know! I'm pretty sure every girl in this house knows exactly what's been on your mind as of late."

"Quinn!"

"No Britt, she's been ignoring us like we don't even exist, while she parades around with what's her face and then comes back acting like she didn't treat us like shit."

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think Quinnie is a bit jealous."

"San stop! Please?" Blue eyes plead with brown ones.

"Oh Please Santana. We could give two shits about who you're fucking. As if you were that important."

"Fuck you Fabray!"

"Been there, done that. Not impressed Lopez."

"I don't have time for your shit Quinn. Raincheck on that talk Britt. Unlike your friend over here, I'm not trying to cause a scene."

Santana walks away as Quinn spits the last bit of venom at her back.

"Yea, tell that to the make-out session you had upstairs! If that wasn't a scene, I don't know what is."

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"Rise and shine little princesses!" Jen shouts into her bullhorn as Tara blows an air whistle.

"Let's go, up and at em'! We've got a frat house to clean, and save the anti-feminism slander; they will be cleaning our house too."

Fuck, it's too early for this shit. If Jennifer wasn't so hot and a great kisser, I might tell her what she could do with that damn bullhorn. My back is killing me and there's no way in hell I'll be cleaning for some sloppy ass frat boys, who's idea of a good time is beer pong and dick slinging contests.

"Hey Allison, where can we get changed?" Some unsuspecting pledge asks the blonde.

"Aww honey, don't you worry your pretty little face about getting all dolled up. We think your pajamas are so much more suitable for cleaning." Ally replies with a huge grin.

"You can't be serious. Jennifer is she for real?"

"I'm afraid so sweet pea. Why don't you and the other pledges fall in line, so we can get this show on the road."

Maybe I should attempt to stand up. Shit that hurts, my back is killing me. Ok, this is so not how a Lopez morning works. Don't they know I basically have to be drunk on coffee before I'd even consider leaving my house? The fact that I barely slept doesn't sit well with me either. I'm pretty sure this floor hates me and the chatterbox I had to sleep next to needs to be psychologically evaluated. Oh and of course all I could think about were Britt's feelings and Quinn's raging word vomit.

"Hey San, about last night…"

"It's fine B. You didn't do anything wrong. Things just got a little out of hand and I'm sorry."

"Yea…"

"Listen, maybe after this whole Molly Maids ordeal we can go grab some coffee and have that talk?"

"I'd like that San."

"Good morning, sunshine. Grumpy looks adorable on you by the way." Santana shivers at the warm breath on her ear. She turns to find a smirking Jen skipping away towards the front of the line.

"You know what San, never mind. It looks like you're going to be busy later." Brittany walks away.

"Britt, wait a sec!" The Latina tries to stop her retreating friend, but it's no use.

Damn it B…I can always make time for you.

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This place is beyond disgusting. Why should we have to clean up after these ogres? I'd imagine the fragrance floating around here is a combination of old spice and sweaty jock strap. Meanwhile Princess Jenny and her minions parade around barking orders. Why the hell am I here again? Oh yea, I like torture.

"You missed a spot."

Quinn looks up from her dazed tile scrumming, to see Liam pointing at a spot on the ground.

"Maybe you should tell your mother to come handle my light work then." She shoots back.

Liam just chuckles at the blonde's momma joke, throwing his hands up in surrender as she begins to stand.

"Sorry, maybe it's too early for banter."

"Apology accepted." Quinn states with a raised eyebrow, smile playing on her lips.

"Wait, you're really not going to apologize for talking trash about my mom?"

"Nope, just like you really aren't sorry about pointing out my lack of cleaning skills."

"Touché"

"I guess now wouldn't be the right time to officially ask you out on a date?"

"Hmm…well you have been texting me non-stop for like the last week. We did run into each other at the coffee shop that one day and we do share one class every Tuesday. Yet you wait until I'm in my pajamas, looking a mess while I scrub these nasty floors, which by the way haven't been mopped in years, to finally build up the courage." She fakes an annoyed tone, her half there grin giving her away.

"So, what time should I pick you up?"

"Seeing as this house is a complete disaster and I still have one more night to go with this stupid pledging…how about seven o'clock tomorrow night?"

"Sounds good to m-"

"Liam! No flirting with the pledges." Their conversation is interrupted.

"Perfect timing as usual Jenny. I was merely trading Mr. Clean secrets with Quinn here."

"Yea, I'm sure. Shouldn't you be getting your guys over to our house by now?"

"I'm working on it, Captain." He turns his attention back to the blonde.

"So, I guess I have to go, but I'll see you at seven tomorrow, okay?"

Quinn offers him a shy smile and a nod, trying to forget that Jennifer is still there listening intently.

"See ya later Jen. I'll make sure my guys leave a special touch in your room." He walks down the hallway, a mischievous laugh echoing as he makes his exit.

Both women look away, an awkward silence falling between the two.

"So…you and Liam..uh- " Jen tries to break the tension that is so obviously present.

At this point Quinn tries her best to hide her animosity, while conjuring up a response. She can't help the knot that twists up her insides, at the thought of Santana and this bitch. She wants to tell her to fuck off and to mind her own damn business. She wants to slap her and claim the Latina like some sort of barbarian, but she doesn't do any of that. She just swallows the pain…again.

"Yea, Me and Liam." Was all she can manage to reply.