Thank you to everyone who left a review for the last chapter! I have an idea of where the plot is going but I don't want to give away whether that will be Quinntana/Brittana at this point in time. I did tag all three characters when I started writing this to try and make that clear.

Hopefully you're still enjoying reading! Apologies for any incorrect Spanish translations in this chapter.

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Santana leant her elbow onto the desk in front of her and propped her chin onto the palm of her hand. She let out a small sigh as she desperately tried to take in what the teacher at the front of the room was saying. She hadn't looked at her phone at all the following evening and it was still switched off and safely stored away in her bag now. She was not ready to face the wrath of Quinn; she was bound to be fuming. She had hung up on the girl after they had both climaxed over the phone together.

Santana jumped as a scrunched-up ball of paper landed in front of her. She frowned but opened it up all the same. In loopy, childish handwriting that looked as though it had been written in crayon read:

Hi.

Santana raised an eyebrow and turned her head to look behind her. She gasped inwardly as she met piercing blue eyes. How long had Brittany been sat behind her in Spanish class? She hadn't noticed before… but then, she usually switched off in Spanish and spent the hour daydreaming. After all, she was fluent in the language.

Brittany smiled and gave a subtle nod towards the note she had thrown. Santana licked her dry lips and turned the piece of paper over, quickly scrawling a reply before throwing it over her shoulder to the blonde girl.

Brittany opened the note eagerly and scanned the messy handwriting, grinning at the simple reply.

Hi yourself.

She bit down on her bottom lip in concentration and got straight to responding. She waited for the teacher to turn his back to the class and then proceeded to throw it over Santana's shoulder. Santana opened the paper up and smiled as she read the new note.

You look super pretty today :)

Just as Santana was about to write back, she heard somebody clear their throat just above her. She chanced a glance up and winced inwardly as she met the annoyed gaze of Mr Schuester.

"Santana, you know the rules – no passing notes in class." He said, grabbing the note from her hands before she could get a word out.

"But I-" she started but gave up as he walked away from her and back towards the front of the class, continuing on with his boring lesson.

She heard a giggle from behind her and subtly looked over her shoulder at Brittany who was beaming at her. The blonde gestured for Santana to come closer and leant forward across her desk to whisper to the other girl.

"It's a good job there was nothing naughty written on that note," she grinned.

Santana raised both eyebrows in surprise and gulped visibly, suddenly feeling quite flushed.

"Santana," a voice snapped her out of it and she spun around in her chair to face Mr Schuester at the front of the classroom.

"Yes Mr Schue?" she answered, trying to sound calm but feeling anything but.

"I asked whether you could translate the sentence on the board into Spanish for me?" he asked, knowing full well that she could, but wanting to ensure that she was actually paying attention.

Santana paused and looked up at the board. "Err…" She scanned the sentence on the board. "Mi pueblo tiene un banco, un hospital y una escuela," she smiled. "Debe recorder que hablo español con fluidez." She gave the older man a challenging look.

"Muy bueno Santana." And with that, he turned around and continued with the class.

Santana heard a small gasp from behind her and chanced a quick look over her shoulder at Brittany.

"That was so hot." The blonde Cheerio whispered huskily.

Santana swallowed once again and bit down on her bottom lip. She jumped a little as the school bell rang and then felt herself sigh in relief. Lessons were done for the day and Cheerios practise had been cancelled for some reason. She packed her things up into her bag, threw it over her shoulder and left the classroom briskly. She was just about to go to her locker when she felt a soft hand grab her wrist and tug her back.

"Hey," Brittany smiled softly down at her. "Where you going in such a hurry?"

"My-my locker." Santana stuttered. Why was she still acting like an idiot around this girl?

"Can I ask you a question?" the blonde asked, her hand still lightly gripping the brunette's wrist.

Santana nodded.

"I was thinking… you're really good at Spanish."

"That's not a question." Santana responded automatically, kicking herself inwardly as soon as she'd said it.

Brittany giggled. "No, I suppose it wasn't…" She dropped her gaze to her feet for a few seconds and then looked at Santana hopefully. "Would you maybe consider tutoring me?"

"Tutoring?" she repeated.

"Yes that's right! I almost completely forgot about our tutoring plans tonight S."

Santana felt her body stiffen as a different voice from an entirely different blonde took over her senses. She felt Quinn sidle up to her and watched as she linked arms with her possessively. Santana knew exactly what the Head Cheerio was doing; they didn't have any tutoring plans tonight or any night for that matter. Quinn was almost as good at Spanish as Santana was and she hadn't grown up around it all her life.

Quinn let her gaze linger over the other blonde Cheerio, giving her the once over.

"Sorry, I don't think we've been officially introduced," she plastered on a fake smile. "I'm Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerio."

Brittany smiled politely, feeling a bit miffed that Quinn had interrupted her private conversation with Santana.

"I'm Brittany. I'm new her-" she started, but the Head Cheerio interrupted her for a second time, grasping Santana's right bicep to get her attention.

"Come on S, we better get going."

Brittany watched as Quinn rubbed the brunette's arm up and down, almost suggestively.

"Actually, I was just talking to-" Santana tried, but once again, Quinn was quick to stop her.

"I'm sure you can finish whatever mundane conversation you were having later."

Santana looked at Quinn as she flashed another sickeningly sweet smile and felt her blood start to boil. She was about to let her temper get the better of her but remembered where she was; not somewhere to make a scene. She didn't want Brittany thinking she was some sort of psycho bitch.

"Fine." Santana said reluctantly. She glanced up at Brittany and gave her an apologetic look. "I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked hopefully, as Quinn dragged her down the corridor and away from a saddened Brittany.

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"What the fuck was that?" Santana whipped around angrily just as Quinn had closed her bedroom door behind them.

The drive home had been silent. Quinn hadn't wanted to provoke the other girl any more than she had already, and Santana was clearly fuming.

"I just-" Quinn started but lost her nerve as she looked at Santana's beautiful face now almost snarling at her.

"You just what?! I can't even have a conversation in the corridor now? We may have made a deal but you don't own me Quinn! I can do whatever the fuck I like!" Santana's voice proceeded to get louder.

"Santana-"

"No! You don't get to talk now. I do. I've had enough!" she threw her hands into the air in exasperation and started ranting in Spanish. "No puedo creer la forma en que estás actuando. No puedo hacer nada por aquí sin que me sigas arrastrándome. Perra celosa y loca!"

Quinn watched Santana closely from where she stood, translating her words as well as she could. She watched the brunette finish her outburst and start to physically deflate. Quinn bit down on her bottom lip, wondering whether it was safe to speak yet.

"That was really hot." She husked.

Santana spun around to face her, a bewildered look on her face. "What?"

"I said… that was really hot," she met the brunette's dark eyes. "I've always loved it when you speak Spanish."

Santana couldn't help but think back to Spanish class today when Brittany had basically said the same thing. What she couldn't believe though, was that Quinn was telling her this now, when she had just spent the past five minutes shouting at her and was clearly not in the mood.

She let out a laugh of disbelief and shook her head. "I can't believe you."

Quinn took a few steps forward and reached around to slowly unzip her Cheerios uniform. Santana's ears pricked up at the sound of the zipper. The blonde took both of Santana's hands in hers and placed them on the edge of her top. Santana met her gaze and watched as Quinn lifted her arms in the air. She instinctively peeled it up and over the blonde's head and dropped it to the floor, leaving Quinn stood in a pale pink bra and her Cheerios skirt. Quinn leant into Santana, her breasts gently pressing against the brunette's body.

"You're clearly angry at me," she whispered against her ear. "Why don't you use it to your advantage?" she grinned, gently sucking on the other girl's lobe.

Santana's breath hitched. She was so infuriated by Quinn's behaviour; she was almost shaking.

Quinn turned around and made to walk over to her bed. She threw a sultry glance back over her shoulder and grinned as Santana met her gaze.

"I'll let you do anything you want." She crawled onto the comforter and turned onto her back, propping herself up with her elbows to look at the other girl. She spread her legs across the bed, making sure to move nice and slowly.

Santana swallowed. "Anything?" she asked, her voice lower than usual. She could still feel the rage bubbling up inside her.

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Mi pueblo tiene un banco, un hospital y una escuela – My town has a bank, a hospital and a school

Debe recorder que hablo españolcon fluidez – You must remember that I speak fluent Spanish

Muy bueno Santana – Very good Santana

No puedo creer la forma en que estás actuando. No puedo hacer nada por aquí sin que me sigas arrastrándome. Perra celosa y loca! – I can't believe the way you are acting. I can't do anything around here without you creeping on me. Jealous, crazy bitch.