You So Owe Me
Quinn is tired but excited to spend her night watching movies with Brittany and Santana after coming back from a tiring lecture from Sue. They promised not to be disgustingly cute or make-out while she was around.
Not that she didn’t approve of them, because she totally did. In fact, she thought they were sort of perfect. All except for the fact that Santana was a mega bitch and wouldn’t make things official with the girl.
She almost turns the knob to Brittany’s room when she hears Santana speaking way too loudly for her liking. She freezes. Quinn Fabray is definitely not above eavesdropping.
“Babe, I’m not talking about this again. I’m just not.”
“But San-”
“No, Brittany! Everything is fine the way it is. We work just the way we are, okay?”
“But I’m sick of you kissing Puck…and Finn…and Rachel that one time. Why can’t it just be us?”
“I have a reputation to protect for the both of us. They’d rip us to shreds if they knew the truth.”
“I think you’re just being selfish.”
“Whatever, B. I’m not doing this with you right now. So are you done?”
“Fine, S. Whatever you say.”
“I’m not staying here if you’re going to be in a bad mood all night.”
“…”
“I’m out of here. Call me if you’ve had an attitude adjustment.”
Quinn quickly backpedals and starts walking forward again so it looks like she just got there. “Hey, Santana. Where are you going?”
Santana breezes by her. “Nowhere. And when you go in there, mind your own damn business.”
Quinn watches her as she stomps down the stairs like a two-year-old. When the Latina is gone, she turns and walks right into Brittany’s room. Brittany’s sniffling and obviously trying to control her tears. “Hi.”
“Hi, Quinn.”
It’s bullshit, really. Santana would kill anyone for making Brittany upset, yet she’s allowed to do it? Quinn decides she’s really not. Quinn also decides that she wants Brittany to be her girlfriend. Someone’s got to show Brittany how she’s supposed to be treated.
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It’s pretty much as easy as she thought it would be. She starts off by cuddling with Brittany that night until Santana comes back with her tail between her legs and offering an apology.
Brittany accepts it, but Quinn knows that she still has her chance. The next day she shows up at Britt’s house unexpectedly and surprises her with ice cream.
“Thanks Quinn!” Brittany beams and takes the treat enthusiastically.
“No problem, I just knew chocolate was your favorite.” Quinn can’t stop herself from smiling when she notices Brittany had gotten chocolate all over her bottom lip. She sees it as her chance and leans in and sucks lightly on Brittany’s lower lip.
She pulls away and Brittany giggles. “What was that for?”
“I don’t know. You’re really pretty and you had ice cream on your lip.”
Brittany gets off her bed and takes one big lick of her ice cream and then throws it in her trash. She sits on Quinn’s lap. “I have some ice cream on my tongue.”
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Ten minutes later and they’re still making out on Brittany’s bed. Quinn thinks her plan is going well and realizes it’s going REALLY well when Santana walks in.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Brittany jumps off Quinn quickly and smiles bashfully. “Hello! Quinn was just getting the chocolate off my tongue.”
Santana ignores Brittany and stares at Quinn. “Can I talk to you for a second? Outside?”
When they get outside Santana is visibly shaking. If Quinn had been anyone else, she’d be afraid. But Santana’s been her friend since second grade and she’s really not that scary anymore.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Oh that’s easy. I’m Quinn Fabray. Do I win a prize?”
“Cut the shit, Q.” Santana’s angry exterior dies off for a moment and she whispers “You’re supposed to be my best friend.”
“I don’t see what I did wrong.”
Just like that, Santana’s anger is back full force. “You fucking know what you did. Brittany is my girl.”
“You aren’t official.”
“That doesn’t mean she’s not mine!”
“Actually, that’s exactly what it means. You’re just afraid that I could be the one person to take her away from you.”
Santana steps up dangerously close to Quinn’s face. “Fuck you.”
“Don’t be jealous, Santana. It’s not my fault you’re too much of a bitch to ask Brittany to be your girlfriend.”
“Go home, Quinn.” Santana turns on her heel and locks Brittany’s front door once she’s inside.
Quinn stares at the door. “I hope that’s your wake-up call.”
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“Brittany I don’t want you kissing Quinn.”
“Why not? You kiss whoever you want.”
“B you can kiss anyone you want. Just not Quinn.”
“But I liked kissing Quinn. She has nice lips and it’s kind of a turn on that she’s had a baby.”
“Ew, Brittany. Can you please just not?”
“Fine.” Brittany takes out her cell phone and starts texting furiously for a few minutes.
“Who are you texting?”
“Quinn. And she says you can’t tell me what to do and that I should agree with her.”
Santana growls. “I’m going to kill her.”
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Santana watches Brittany in the Cheerios locker room. They are the only two left and Santana’s enjoying the moment. Her blonde friend is ranting about some dancing baby video she saw on youtube and her giggling is just overwhelmingly cute.
Santana leans over to kiss her and feels hurt when Brittany pulls away. “Um, we can’t do that anymore.”
“What? Why not?”
“Quinn asked me to be her girlfriend last night. She says I can’t kiss you anymore.”
Santana looks down at her hands and is shockingly more upset than she ever thought she would be. “Oh.”
Brittany smiles. “But we’re still best friends, silly!”
Santana half-heartedly smiles back at her. “Yeah.”
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“Hi Brittany’s grandma.”
“Oh, hello Santana! Where’s Brittany?”
Santana’s shoulders slump. “I…don’t know. Probably on a date with Quinn.”
“Oh well, if you don’t want to cut the lawn…”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll still do it.”
Brittany’s grandma wraps her in a hug. “Thank you!”
Cutting Brittany’s grandma’s lawn on Saturday mornings after Cheerios practice had been their tradition every spring and summer since high school had started.
The first time it had happened, Brittany had stared at the lawn mower for an hour before calling Santana and asking her how to turn it on. Santana went over and just ended cutting the lawn for her because she honestly didn’t trust Brittany with sharp blades.
Plus, her grandma always gave them 20$ each (she was totally loaded) and let them hang out in her underground pool. It was always worth it; she got a lot of Brittany time. Especially a lot of Brittany-in-a-bikini time.
She eventually goes over to the lawn mower and pulls at the cord until it starts. She’s been trying to ignore them. Quinn…Brittany…her feelings. Why did Brittany have to go and make things all complicated?
What pissed her off the most was Quinn and Brittany all over each other at Glee that morning and then forgetting about doing the lawn.
No, she takes it back. What pissed her off the most was the school’s reaction to Quinn and Brittany’s relationship. No one even cared that they were together. That or they just thought it was hot.
If she had known it’d be that easy…
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Three weeks later Santana finally flips out when she catches Quinn and Brittany kissing in the Cheerios locker room. She storms in and shoves Quinn against the lockers, both blondes letting out squeaks of surprise.
“Get off me, Santana!”
“No! I’m so sick of your face! I’m sick of it!” Santana pushes harder and Quinn’s head slams against the locker.
“Santana, please stop!” Brittany whimpers.
Santana lets go of Quinn but whips around to face Brittany. Hot tears are streaming down Santana’s face. “No! I hate you. Both of you! I lost my best friend and my girlfriend in a matter of a day and I just…I HATE YOU.” Santana pushes past Brittany and rushes to her car.
Santana doesn’t just hate them. She hates herself for letting them make her feel this way.
Santana Lopez is supposed to care about no one.
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“Santana?”
“Go away, Brittany.” Santana’s reply is muffled by the pillow she’s resting her face on. “I really, really do not want to talk to you about this.”
Brittany sits down and runs her hand up and down Santana’s calf. “You never want to talk about anything.”
Santana abruptly sits up and faces Brittany. “Because I realized I’m wrong, Brittany. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Wrong about what?”
“You. I want you. I’m in love with you. And it’s so messed up because I couldn’t realize this on my own until you were with someone else.”
“You want to be with me?”
Santana whispers, “Yes. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Brittany beams. She cares for Quinn but… Santana is her girl and she always has been. She’s always just been waiting for Santana to realize it. Besides, Santana had her back the second she said she was wrong and opened up to her in her own Santana way.
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Santana wakes up the next morning feeling happier than she has in a long time. She has Brittany back and life is back to the way it should be.
At practice, she stretches her arm and watches as Brittany stretches her hamstring. “I broke up with Quinn last night.”
“How’d she take it?”
“Really well. She said we should all be friends again.”
Santana raises an eyebrow. That just doesn’t make sense. “Really?”
“Yup.”
Santana’s confusion doesn’t lessen when her phone vibrates and she sees she has a text from Quinn. She glances up at Quinn who’s smiling at her from the other side of the gym.
She reads the text and grins.
It’s about time. You so owe me ;)