I'm late for class again. It's not my fault, I swear it's not. It's that bitch's fault, God I hate her. She reset my alarm clock for ten minutes before class starts. I had to rush to the showers, I missed breakfast, and when I get to class I'm getting detention. The worst part of it all is that she won't get in trouble for doing any of this and it's not the first time she has gotten away with shit.

I'm standing in front of the door of my class. I take a deep breath and open the door. As I suspected I interrupted class and every eye is on me. The teacher clears her throat clearly annoyed, "It's nice of you to finally join us today Ms. Lopez. Go take your seat. We will discuss your punishment at the end of class." As she was talking I make my way to the last open seat in the class and surprise, surprise, it's next to my horrible roommate, Brittany.

"Late again I see." She mocks, "You shouldn't stay up so late at night practicing with your mariachi band, if you can't make it to class on time." She whispers to me with that stupid smirk on her face. She tries her best to make stereotypical remarks to me but they aren't that good but none the less they still irritate me.

"It is called glee club and you know that is not why I'm late." I whisper harshly.

"Ms. Pierce, Ms. Lopez, what is so important that you two have to talk during my lesson." The teacher asks turning away from the board.

"I'm sorry. I was filling Santana in on what she missed before she got here. I didn't mean to disturb." She says sweetly. What a load of crap.

"Oh Ms. Pierce it's very nice of you to try with Ms. Lopez. Try to tone down the volume of your voices." She smiles and turns back to board. Of course she buys her good girl act, lots of people do that's how she gets away with it. I don't know why she treats me like this. Did I do something to offend? If so, then good, serves her right.

"What's with that scowl?" She goes back to whispering, "Didn't get your morning taco or burrito?" It's a double meaning taking at a shot at my sexuality and my hunger. It's no secret I'm a whore for the ladies and gentlemen. Sex is amazing and keeps me in shape. It's like I'm French.

"Shut up or I'll make you."

"Why? We're having so much fun. You can't take the heat. It's a shame I thought you could with all the time you spend in the kitchen making tamales." I gave her fair warning.

/

"Santana, why are you in here?" The dean of this boarding school, Holly Holiday asks. I've been in her office so many times it's ridiculous, we are on a first name basis, "Is it about Brittany? What am I thinking? Of course it is that's the only reason you come here anymore." She sighs, "What happened this time?"

"She kept running her mouth. She got hit. I got sent here. We are talking now." She gave me a smile, "You know same old same old."

"Can you at least try to be friends with her? I think that would help with this feud." I scoff, "Don't push the idea away. She is a nice girl. Who knows maybe you two will be the best of friends."

"You have got to lay off that wacky tobacco. Even thinking of the possibility that we could be anything close to friends is crazy." Me and her being friends is laughable, "Can I go now or do you have any other strange theories you want to tell me?"

"I think you might be French." I do too, "I can't let you go unpunished, and you are banned from all clubs and after school activities. Now you can go."

/

I'm in my room, on my bed, angry. I have nothing to do for the next two weeks except go to school and come back here. This is all her fault. I gave her fair warning when I told her to shut up. This isn't the first time this has happened and she still hasn't learned. I need something on her, and then I can blackmail her into leaving me alone.

"Yeah it's fine she didn't hit me that hard." I hear her voice down the hallway. This is perfect. I get up from my bed to hide in the closet. She has to do some embarrassing stuff when no one is around, "Thanks for your concern, it means the world." I hear her say. Blah, blah, blah, I'm not buying it. Then I hear the door lock.

From the closet I can see her bed and she is walking to it as she takes off her shirt. She goes to lie on her back and touches her face. She winces, "You got me hard Santana." Damn right I did, I got her good, "You were so mad today Santana, I'm sorry." I stiffen thinking she was talking to me, "Tell me what I can do to make it up to you." I was about to respond when her moans cut me off, "Santana, I'm sorry, please don't squeeze so hard." She was kneading her breast through her bra. This cannot be happening.

"I didn't mean to make you mad." She moans taking off her bra, "It was the only way to get you to talk to me." She pinches her nipples, "I know that I could've thought of a better way to talk to you." She twists her nipples and let out a moan, "But you never respond to me when I try a nicer approach."

I can't believe this is really happening. Brittany is pleasuring herself to me. It's sort of turning me on. I can't help it, just because I hate her doesn't mean she can't turn me on. She has a hot body and abs to die for, not to mention her pretty face and nice smile and the way her eyes shin- no hold up, keep it to the body.

"God the way you make me feel." Her right hand was traveling south, "It's so hard." She gasps and she giggles, "Who am I kidding it's always hard for you."

Arousal is pooling and I can't stop from thinking about my hand down Brittany's skirt cupping her, rubbing her clit.

"Oh I can't wait, touch me please." She whines. She pulls off her skirt. Why is she wearing shorts? They look really tight, "I know you don't like it when I wear my shorts, but if I hadn't I would have exposed myself because I thought about you for most of the day." She says taking her shorts off.

I don't understand what she means until her shorts are off. There stand on a girl is an erect dick. She is a girl, right? She has to be one this is an all-girl school. She would have to go to the all-boys school across the street. It's strange, pretty hot but still strange.

"Fuck that feels so good." She says breathlessly. She was stroking herself furiously. I hadn't notice my hand on my center until my fingers moving at the same pace she was, "Oh Santana you're so amazing." She moans, "I'm about to come."

I am too, Brittany. My breathing picks up with hers, I'm so close.

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming." She says as strings of cum shoot onto her stomach. My breath caught in my throat as I try to keep down the noise from my own orgasm, "I love you, Santana. I hope one day you might feel the same way."

/

I love you, Santana. I hope one day you might feel the same way. I can't stop thinking about Brittany. I wanted stuff for blackmail not emotional emotions about feeling for a girl I don't hate as much as before.

"Hey heard you got kick out of the mariachi band for drinking all of the tequila, too bad." I hear her say. I turn my head and see she is sitting on her bed with that smirk on her face. Why do I feel so different about you now? I smile at her and her smirk drops, "You okay? Usually you would have bit my head off."

"I'm fine, all I need to do is think." I get under my blanket and turn my light off, "Good night, Brittany."

/

"Hey Santana you weren't here yesterday." A girl says to me, I don't know her name. What she is referring to is when I was late and couldn't have breakfast yesterday, "I was wondering if you wanted to...you know." Sex, she wants to know if we can have sex. I'm never one to turn down sexy times, but Brittany was watching and even if she wasn't.

"I don't want to." I swear the whole cafeteria went silent, "Maybe another time." I get up and leave for class. Hold on. I walk back into the cafeteria, "I know I have a lot of sex, but going silent because I said no, was that really necessary?"

/

This is unusual. I'm the first to be in class. The teacher isn't even here. I go sit at the back at a table, it's a science room and apparently the science world does not believe in desks. I put my head down and think.

I'm horny, I can't even remember the last time I went a day without sex. Brittany better be worth it. It's only been a few hours I can't randomly decide to change for this person, especially if I hated them the entire time before then. No matter how much their smile makes want to have their babies. My head shoots up.

"Hell no!" I shout. I did not think that.

"Ms. Lopez if you don't want to learn, you can leave." The teacher says. I look around and see that class has begun. My head wasn't down that long was it?

I sit back down muttering apologizes. Brittany is sitting next to me. Of course you would, wouldn't you? I stare at her for a long time. You think your hot stuff taming me within hours. Well I got news for you. You haven't won so easily. I don't care how gorgeous your eyes are and how they make me weak in the knees or that smirk your giving me because you caught me staring. Wait, what?

"Take a picture it'll last longer." She says. I jump a little in my seat, "Like what you see?" She asks flirty tone. Oh she wants to play, we can play.

I scoot my chair closer to her and lean to her ear, "You have no idea." I whisper and blow in her ear. I feel her shiver and I smirk. The teacher has her back to us and the students couldn't care less for anything. I move my hand to her thigh.

"W-what are you doing." She stutters a little. I smile at her.

"What are we not flirting anymore?" I ask moving my hand up and down her thigh, "Don't worry I'll keep it up for the both of." I move my hand up further up but she stops me.

"Please stop!" She yells I snatch my hands away from her and look at her face. It's red and she looks like she going to cry. I think that I might have laid it on a little too thick.

/

"You know when I said try to be friends with Brittany, I didn't mean for you to take it as an okay to sexually harass her." Holly says with amusement.

"It's not like she didn't invite me to come so close. She flirted first." I counter even though I knew it was useless.

"Okay, I'm going at have to add a week to your ban."

"Oh come! What does she get?"

"A very stern talking to." She says in a playful stern voice.

/

A stern talking to is all she gets, why is life unfair. I'm on my bed staring at the ceiling waiting for it to collapse, which will be more fun than doing nothing. I could always look at the rain too. Stupid Brittany and her amazing legs are sexy. I can't even insult her without it turning into a compliment.

"Santana, what are you doing here?" I don't even look at her.

"I live here too, Stupid." Your hair looks great. Well there is a solution, "I'm here because I don't care to tell you."

She goes to her bed muttering something like I'm not stupid. It is in the saddest voice I have ever heard. Almost made me feel sorry and then I burp. I guess it was gas I was feeling. No, that feeling is still there.

"I want to say that I am sorry about my behavior earlier today, I know better than to act that way." I say in an almost robotic way, "Please consider forgiving me, if you do not I understand." I turn away from her and yawn. I could use a nap.

/

I get woken up by the sound of thunder outside the window. My heart is about to jump out of my chest. How long was I asleep for? I sit up in my bed and look at the clock. I slept for six hours, how strange. I won't be going back to sleep for some time. Another loud thunder barrels through the sky and I hear a small shriek, more than likely it's from Brittany. I get from my bed and make my way over to her bed.

"Scoot over I'm getting in." I poke at the shaking blanket.

"Go away." I hear. I lift up her blanket and get in, "What are you doing?" I don't answer. I snake my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me, "Stop." She says relaxing into me.

I know Brittany has this fear of thunder. I've never done anything about it before but now things are different. I'll help her get through the storm.

"Don't worry I've got you." I squeeze her for effect.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

/

"Why do you keep sitting with me?" Brittany asks me as I blew on my oatmeal. A couple of days have passed since the storm, I have been following Sex on Legs ever since. I figure that if I kind of want this then I have to kind of go for it.

"Because I like you, it confuses me." I love how vague I can be. She drops her spoon into her bowl of cereal, "That a problem."

"I don't know what to say." I shrug my shoulders at her response. I don't know what to say either. I can feel her stare on me, "Are you serious?" She asks in nonbelief. Before I could say something an announcement is made.

"Classes have been canceled for the day. Have fun kids." Holly says. How she became the dean is a mystery. Fuck, what I'm going to do all day. I'm still banned.

"That's not fair, now I have to go back to my room." I stand up from the table and look at Brittany, "Bye Brittany."

/

I was looking through my closet when I found my old Superman and Batman action figure. The moment I saw them my inner child busted out.

"You know I could have Wonder Woman if I wanted." I voice for Superman in a deep voice. My inner child came out that doesn't mean 18 year old me isn't still there, "But I suppose I could let you have her for now."

"Please once they go bat they won't go back to that." My gruff voice of Batman replies pointing at Superman. Oh snap no Batman just didn't, "You can ask Lois if you don't believe me."

"What she said I was the best she ever had."

"Yeah that's right, was." Batman turns his back to Superman, "Once she had some Wayne Wang it was all over."

"With one punch I could kill you." Superman warns walking up to Batman turning him around, "Don't test me Bruce."

"Clark, you wouldn't do that too me." Batman responds in a cocky voice, "You would me too much." I brought their face together to kiss, "You love me, Baby. You'd sooner kill yourself before I was harmed."

"God!" I exclaim throwing the figures to the side, "I'm the worst type of fan girl." I laugh. I stop when I hear giggling behind me. I look to see it is Brittany, "How long have you been there?" I ask letting out a nervous chuckle. Oh boy, this is not my finest hour.

"Since 'once they go bat'. That was very clever." She says going to sit on her bed.

"Why are you back in the room? You didn't get banned from your activities." I badly want the subject to change. Thankfully she does.

"I wanted to stay with you."

"If you want to flirt with me again, try not to scream like I've raped you." I quickly put out that warning before getting up from the floor and sitting next to her, "I don't need any more trouble, you know."

"Okay and I'm sorry I screamed like that. I wasn't expecting you to touch and be on me like that." She blushes probably remembering what happened.

"It's fine, I was too forward. You were used to the Santana with sharp sarcastic tongue. It's understandable that you would react that way." I explain lean my head on her shoulder, "This too much for you?"

"You act like I'm the Virgin Mary. I can handle anything you got." She sounds much more confident than earlier today. I smirk and begin to kiss her neck, "I t-t-thought we w-w-were flirting." She says trying to suppress a moan.

"I thought you could handle anything I got." I say in between kisses.

"Santana." She whimpers when I stay on her sweet spot. I gently push her onto her back not moving from the spot on her neck. I'm straddling her now and she is breathing heavily, "Santana, wait, I don't want to do this." I stare down at her, "I mean I do but not like this. I want it to be special with someone who loves me and won't leave after and have sex with someone else." She quickly gets out.

"That's fine." I get off her and lie beside her, "Tell me what else you want and I'll see what I can do."

"I've always wanted to hold your hand."

"Lucky for you I have two hands for you to choose from." I joke lacing my hand with hers.

"I have a dick." She blurts out.

"I know."

"How?!" She sits up and looking at me with alarm. I guess she thought our positions would be switched. Never fear Blunt Santana is here.

"I caught you masturbating to me, nice size by the way. It caught me off guard, I was in the closet but it's not what you think, but then I was like that's hot." I explain calmly, "Lie back down." She does but she seems hesitant.

"You didn't tell anyone, why?"

"Strangely at first I was looking for stuff to blackmail you with then the discovery of what's below your skirt happened. I might be heartless but give me some credit."

"And you heard what I said at the end?" I look at her and give her a peck on the lips.

"Yeah you said you love me." I say happily with a smile on my face. I saw a small smile appear on her face, "I want to date you and see where things go."

"Aren't you curious how I could fall for you when I don't know you?" I hadn't thought about it like that.

"Not really, let's think of it like a game of Russian Roulette and I'm holding the gun and the bullet is a part of me. Unluckily or luckily, you can choose, a part of me got lodged into your heart and blood is pouring out to get to the rest of me. I can either leave or stay and clean it up."

"I'm not sure whether to be amazed by your creativity or mortified." I chuckle. That's true, "But I think I get it."

"So is that a yes?"

She rolls on top of me and kisses me. I think I can take that as a yes.