Hey everyone! Ok so I've been getting a few questions about the story so here is a bit of clarification.

First- Artie CAN walk in this story. I understand that it's not the norm but I love his character in the show and I wanted to be able to have him do more then sit on the sidelines.

Second- Many people have asked, AS OF CHAPTER 4, if Santana knows what paintball team Brittany plays for yet. The answer is no, not yet. She will find out later in the story.

Third- How have the teams been split up?
*The Riots consist of: Santana, Puck, Quinn, Sam, Artie, Dave, Mercedes, and Luke
*The Showstoppers consist of: Brittany, Rachel, Mike, Finn, Tina, Kurt, Blaine, and Drew
*Luke & Drew are fictional characters who are not in the show. I had to make the teams an even number for certain parts of the story. They play minor roles throughout the story so far.

Forth- I'm trying to add as much to the story as I possibly can. Therefore, the timeline so far is Thursday (Chapter 1 and half of Chapter 2) and Friday (the rest of Chapter 2 thru Chapter 4). It seems like longer, I know, but in reality it's not. If you would like for me to start putting time stamps at the beginning of the segments I can. Just let me know. I want you guys to stay interested. =)

If you have any other questions or concerns, or if you just want to leave a comment, please let me know. I love the reviews! It keeps me motivated to continue with the story and brightens my day. Thank you all so much! Here is Chapter 5.

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Quinn and Rachel walked into the nurses station, the blonde still scrunching up her face in pain at the sharp movements.

The small red-headed women behind the counter was cleaning vigorously, shifting things around and wiping off the counters before placing the contents back very neatly. She looked over to the counter when she heard shuffling coming from the two girls walking into the cabin.

"Hello girls. I'm Nurse Pillsbury. How can I help you?"

"My friend Quinn finds herself to be in a rather unfortunate predicament after our recent game of paintball. A boy, whom I might add has a very fowl mouth, used frozen paintballs during the match and has caused her great bodily injury. We have come to see if there is anyway to distinguish if it requires a trip to the local hospital." Rachel said without taking a breath.

The nurse just stood there in disbelief, mouth wide open. Quinn tried to contain her laughter by sucking her lower lip between her teeth but failed to do so, resulting in her holding her stomach even more and letting out a small yelp.

"Oh Quinn are you ok?" Rachel said when she heard Quinn's shriek.

She doesn't even realize she's speaking in paragraphs but the way she does is so damn cute! Quinn thought as she was able to stand up straight again.

"Yeah I'm good. Do you always do that?" She asked trying to contain the smile.

"Do what?" The brunette asked looking slightly bewildered. Both girls looked over the counter when the nurse cut in before Quinn had a chance to explain.

"Well you sort of sound like you were writing a professional research paper trying to explain the whole situation. A simple explanation would have sufficed."

Rachel had a look of horror plastered on her face as she stood staring at the nurse.

"I do not! I find that proper grammar and an extensive vocabulary have put me into a position ahead of everyone else around me as well as inform my peers that slang is a disgusting way to express yourself. While I must admit that I have trouble with the way people talk these days, I have undoubtedly restrained myself from correcting everyone's speech!" Rachel retorted looking hurt by the nurses accusation. She then looked to Quinn with a stern and serious facial expression, "Do you think that about me as well?"

Quinn had wiped the smile off her face at Rachel's outburst and was now staring uneasily into the her brown eyes while she awaited her answer.

"W-well I do think you have a tendency to talk in paragraphs, b-but I…." She stopped when Rachel released Quinn's arm, seeing her eye's start to well up with tears.

Rachel turned on her heal and stormed off towards the door.

"Rachel wait! I didn't mean…" Quinn trailed off as the brunette burst through the door and out of sight up the path.

"Shit." Quinn mumbled under her breath.

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Santana walked up the path towards the nurses station, still in a happy daze from her kiss with Brittany. She hummed happily to herself as she rounded a cluster of trees and caught sight of the nurses cabin about 100 yards away. Her face dropped when she saw Rachel explode out the door, hugging her arms across her chest and her head dipped towards the ground.

"Rachel? What happened? Is everything alright? Is Quinn ok?" The taller brunette asked now in a very worried voice.

Rachel didn't say anything. She pushed past Santana and kept walking back towards their cabins. The Latina stood awestruck at the smaller brunette's actions and watched her quickly walk away. Even though it was dark outside, Santana didn't miss the tears running down the girl's face and she panicked.

The Latina took off in a dead sprint towards the nurses cabin and flinging herself through the door.

"QUINN!" She shouted out of breath and the worry even more evident across her usually easy going features.

"S? What's wrong? Did something happen?" The blonde asked, now in a panic of her own.

"Rachel… she ran out of here crying. I thought something had happened to you. Are you alright?" She walked hastily towards her friend who was now sitting on an exam table with her shirt off and holding the blood stained bandana on her toned stomach.

"That was my fault." Nurse Pillsbury said as she walked in from an adjoining room with a handful of supplies. "I think I might have offended her when she tried explaining Quinn's condition in a rather drawn out manner."

"No." Quinn cut in, looking at the ground, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have laughed. She just looked so damn adorable when she said it that I couldn't contain myself." She added bashfully.

"She asked me if I thought the same things that Nurse Pillsbury had said and she didn't give me a chance to explain before she ran out. She probably hates me now." Quinn continued, whispering the last part so only her friend could hear.

Santana smiled as she took a seat next to the blonde. "She doesn't hate you Q. Talk to her tomorrow and explain everything to her. Tell her how you feel."

Quinn finally looked up from the ground and stared at her friend. "You think she will listen to me?"

"She will if you're honest with her. She seems like an understanding person." Santana said. Quinn nodded and looked back down at the ground, debating if she should do what her friend suggested.

"I hope you don't mind the interruption, but I need to get a better look at your stomach to see what the damage is."

Quinn and Santana looked up to the nurse almost forgetting she was there. Quinn nodded and Santana pulled her chair out of the way.

The nurse pulled the roller stool over and pulled on her examination gloves. She replaced Quinn's hold on the bandana with her own and slowly pealed it back, exposing the now extremely purple and blue bruise. It had grown significantly in size since the last time Santana had looked at it and was swollen where the 8 welts were forming. The cuts were more noticeable now, looking more like gashes the size of pennies. Each opening had dried blood around it.

"I'm gonna kill that asshole!" Santana said as she looked at the injury, her anger starting up again.

"Santana… I think you were lucky you got away with hitting him the first time. We need you for the competition and I'm definitely not going to be staying at camp without my best friend so don't you dare!" Quinn stated firmly now glaring at the brunette.

Santana stared back at her friend, realizing it would probably be best to stay quiet. She only nodded and looked back at the bruising on her stomach. Quinn winced and held her breath when Nurse Pillsbury pushed on the swollen areas, examining the extent of the damage.

"You don't have any internal injuries, but the gashes need to be cleaned and stitched. I have the training and supplies to do it here so you don't need to go to the hospital and I will prescribe some antibiotics that your chaperone can pick up for you." Quinn nodded her understanding.

"So she's going to be ok then?" Santana asked just to be sure.

"She will be in some discomfort for the next few days until the swelling starts to go down, but yes, she will be fine." The nurse answered with a smile for reassurance. Santana sighed in relief.

Nurse Pillsbury cleaned the wound thoroughly and stitched up the 5 gashes where the paintballs had broken the skin. She bandaged up the exposed flesh and grabbed two large ice packs from the freezer and told Quinn to shift and lay down on her back. Santana stood up and helped her friend lay back on the exam bed; she helped her take off her combat boots and laid them on the floor The nurse placed the ice packs over the bandages and pulled the covers up.

"I'm going to have you stay here tonight so I can keep an eye on the swelling. These are also my living quarters so I'll be in the next room should you need anything."

"Thank you." Quinn said with a small smile. Nurse Pillsbury nodded and walked to her room closing the door behind her.

Santana moved to pull a more comfortable sitting chair over to Quinn's bed. She slumped down and pulled her feet up.

"Well I managed to screw up royally with the girl I like. How is everything going with Brittany?" Quinn asked once she saw Santana was in a relaxed position.

Santana blushed and dipped her head down into her hands trying to hide her flushed cheeks. Thoughts of the events that took place between her and the blonde earlier that night flooded back into her head and she couldn't help the growing smile. The blonde smirked at her best friend and chuckled.

"I'm guessing since your face is as red as a tomato right now, something good happened. Spill it Lopez!"

Santana brought her face out of her hands and turned to look at Quinn, the smile never leaving her face. "She kissed me," were the only words that the brunette could say.

Quinn's face lit up and her own smile grew wider. "You've known the girl for a total of 6 hours and you guys already kissed? Are you kidding me right now!"

"I wasn't planning on it and neither was she, it just sort of happened."

"How does it just sort of happen?" Quinn asked now pressing the girl for details.

Santana recanted everything that had happened from the time they left the paintball field up until they said goodnight. They talked excitedly for close to half and hour before looking at the clock and realizing it was well past 2 in the morning. By this time Quinn was trying desperately to keep her eyes open. The pain killers that the nurse had given her almost instantly took effect and the blonde's eyes drooped lazily. Santana switched off the overhead lamp and pulled the covers up around her friend who had just fallen asleep. She gave her a light kiss on the forehead and grabbed an extra blanket from the end of Quinn's bed and wrapped it around her shoulders letting it drape off the sides of the large lounge chair. She shifted the throw pillow that was behind her back and rested it on the arm of the chair before laying her head down. She relaxed with the knowledge that her best friend was ok and safely asleep. Santana let sleep take her with the thought of the kiss that her and Brittany had shared that evening.

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Brittany woke up the next morning after she had rolled to her side, bumping into a hard object curled next to her. She opened her eyes and saw a sleeping Rachel tucked into her side clutching the extra pillow. She smiled and pushed a strand of hair out of the small girls face before slowly getting out of the twin bunk.

She remembered how upset Rachel was the previous night when she came into the cabin, tears running down her face.

FLASHBACK

Brittany had just gotten out of the shower and was brushing her hair. She was humming to herself, thinking of the interaction that played out 15 minutes ago with the beautiful Latina.

The door swung open and a hysterical Rachel walked in. Brittany's smile dropped when she saw the tears streaming down the brunette's face. She set her brush down on the bathroom counter and ran over to her best friend.

"Rach? Honey, what happened? Why are you crying?"

"I-I'm f-fine. I j-just wanna s-sleep." The brunette sniffled, trying to form coherent words.

Brittany pulled her friend into a hug. Rachel wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and pushed her head into her shoulder, letting the tears fall freely.

"Shhh it's ok, I'm here. Calm down, deep breaths." Brittany said softly resting her chin on the shorter girls head, holding her close.

They stood like this for a few minutes until Rachel's breathing slowed and she calmed down. Brittany loosened her hold on her and looked down. The brunette had her eye's scrunched closed, still trying to stop the tears from coming. She took another long deep breath and loosened her features.

"Rach… tell me what happened." The blonde spoke softly, letting her friend know she wasn't forcing her to tell her. Simply letting her know that she could talk to her.

Rachel reached up with one hand, maneuvering through Brittany's wrapped arms to brush away the last fallen tears. She pulled in one more breath before she looked up to blue eyes.

"Do you think…" Rachel paused, dropping her head for a moment before looking back up. "Do you think that I… um… talk funny?"

"Sweetheart, you don't talk funny, why would you think I would think that?"

Rachel dipped her head back down resting it again on the blonde's shoulder. "Quinn said I talk in 'paragraphs.'"

Brittany let out a slight laugh. Rachel pulled back and looked up to her friend with a hurt look on her face. She tried to pull out of the blonde's arms but Brittany held onto her.

"You do think I talk funny! Let me go!" Rachel squirmed trying to free herself.

"Rach, you do have a tendency to draw out a sentence more then it has to be, but…"

"Great, so now you're making fun of me as well!" Rachel cut her off before she could finish.

"Will you stop for a second and let me finish!" The blonde said now raising her voice. Rachel stopped when she heard the tone her friend was using. She sat still but never made eye contact, simply choosing to look over Brittany's shoulder. The blonde waited a moment to see if she would flare up again before she continued.

"You're conversations tend to be a little more full, than most people's… but," she made sure to emphasize the 'but,' "there's nothing wrong with how you talk. You simply choose to use more words to do it and there's nothing wrong with that. I'm not judging you for it and I don't have a problem with it."

"But why did she say that to me." Rachel sniffed, now calming herself.

"Did you ask her?" Brittany questioned.

"Yes, but…" Rachel stopped mid sentence.

"But what?" Brittany asked, a smile now appearing on her face; she knew the brunette had realized the power of a 'but.'

Brittany may not know Quinn very well, but she did know her best friend better than anyone and she knew Rachel had a tendency to be a major diva. The brunette was known for her impromptu storm-outs before people had a chance to explain things or clarify their meanings behind what they said.

Needless to say, Rachel's face may have drained of color at the realization that Quinn, did in fact, say 'but' before the brunette stormed out of the nurses station.

"Damnit!" Rachel huffed under her breath as she hugged the blonde again.

"And what have we learned from tonight?" Brittany's smirk growing more devilish.

Rachel breathed out, relaxing in defeat. "Don't storm out before you get the whole story."

"Eggggg-xactly. I don't think Quinn had a problem with the way you talk Rach. If she did she wouldn't have spent most of the night with you and she definitely wouldn't be looking at you like their's nobody else in the world she would rather be around."

Rachel sighed, loosening her grip, and Brittany finally let her arms fall from her friend.

"Come on shorty, grab your pillow and go snuggle up in my bunk while I finish my hair."

Rachel smiled and nodded to her best friend.

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Brittany moved around the cabin to her bag. She grabbed her toothbrush and went to the sink. She splashed water on her face before wiping away the excess with a towel. The blonde quickly brushed her teeth and went to glance at her phone to check the time. It was 6:15 AM and she didn't technically have to be up for breakfast until 8:30. She changed out of her pajamas and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before lacing up her sneakers.

She walked out of the cabin into the cool morning air. Brittany knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep even if she wanted to so she decided to keep up with her workout schedule and go for a jog around camp. She had no idea how big the place was so this was the perfect opportunity to explore the area. She started out at a normal warm up speed for about half a mile before picking up her pace. She kept to the paths for the most part before she got comfortable with her surroundings.

The blonde spotted an offset in the high grass to the side of the dirt road she was running on and decided to go off the beaten path. She kept running. She let most of her thoughts consume her, thinking about anything and everything. She liked the time she had when she ran. It was her alone time.

Brittany must have run close to a mile on the tiny path before she came to an opening that stretched out, opening the canopy of trees revealing a pure blue sky and a small lake. She slowed her pace and walked over to the tiny beach that lead into the water.

"Wow." She whispered to herself.

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"Santana, Santana. It's time to wake up."

The Latina opened her eyes groggily to an overly happy red-head. Santana groaned.

"Just five more minutes, please." She said waving her hand up trying to shoo away the women, pushing her face as far into the throw pillow as possible.

"If you wait another five minutes we will be late for breakfast and I want me some bacon woman!" Quinn said as she was slowly getting up from the bed.

"Ok seriously what is it with you and bacon? I mean, you could have it for every meal and never get tired of it. It's not normal!" The brunette said as she turned her face to bring her friend into view.

The blonde just looked at her with an 'are you serious?' face.

"This coming from the person who is so obsessed with Breadstix that she was in a food comma for two days."

Santana rolled her eyes.

"Yeah that's what I thought. Now get your ass up cuz I'm hungry!"

Santana sat up and readjusted her ponytail. She stood up and walked over to Quinn to help her get off the bed. Nurse Pillsbury walked in from the other room and handed a small sealed bottle to the blonde.

"These are some low dose painkillers. I want you to take one every four hours as needed and I just called Mrs. Lopez to inform her of your prescription antibiotics. She will be down to get them for you and have them back here before lunch. I want you to take it easy for today and sit out of your sessions. You can start back up again tomorrow but I am requiring you wear a chest protector when you play until the gashes heal. I want you to ice your stomach as much as possible until the swelling subsides. If you feel like something isn't right, please come see me immediately."

Quinn really didn't want to wear the chest protector. It was light and you could wear it under your shirt, but she had never needed one before. Sure she took some hard hits in the past, but she was proud of the fact that she could take it just as much as the guys. The same with Santana and Mercedes. She agreed anyways because she knew she wouldn't be able to play otherwise.

"Thank you Nurse Pillsbury. For everything." Quinn said with a small smile.

"It's my pleasure dear."

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Thank you everyone for sticking with the story. It means so much to me. This one was a slower chapter to get a feel for the friendships between the two sets of girls. I love the reviews and story alerts! You guys are awesome! Look out for Chapter 6 within the next few days. =)