AN: Let me know what you think.
Brittany POV
"5-6-7-8!"
Ed Sheeran is playing in the background as Brittany Pierce, claps her hands to the beat while her class grooves to the music.
"Keep your head up! Bend those knees! Feel the music. Now hit this beat! Boom shhhh-ka!" The 18 members of her dance class all hit a pose and she rushes to turn off the music.
"Great job today, everybody! We have a month until the recital, so we gotta work work work! See you all tomorrow!"
Brittany Pierce is a college dance teacher and choreographer for a large L.A. studio. Graduating with a degree in creative and performing arts as well as dance production, Brittany loves what she does. She's passionate and she loves teaching. She loves teaching kids and she likes teaching adults. Sometimes, the adults can give her a hard time because she looks young. She gets the few odd people walking into her class, look at her and ask her if she's the professional or if someone else was coming in to teach. But she has gotten used to it so usually she just laughs it off, although sometimes they make her feel like she's not qualified or experienced enough to choreograph such large productions. She tries see the positive in everything and just brushes it off.
Her phone buzzes and she pulls it out of her work out bag.
"Hey, you!"
"I'm outside!"
"Be out in 2 minutes!"
Packing up her things, she tucks her phone into her back pocket and locks up the studio. She walks down the stairs and waves goodbye to the receptionist and walks to the parking lot at the back of the studio.
She sees the black car and hops in.
"Hi!" She chirps.
"Ready for lunch?"
"Always!"
Santana POV
"Shit! What was that?" Santana whispers into the lips of the girl that's leaning against her body with one hand cupping her right breast on top of her shirt.
"I'm sure it was nothing," the girl pants out and crashes their lips together again.
Fingers of the girl's left hand rake through her dark raven locks while her right hand is squeezing her luscious tit. The girl slowly slides her hand downward and lets it sit still on Santana's abs.
Their lips are colliding together and tongues are slipping through each others.
The girl's hand begins to slide under Santana's shirt when...
"Santana? Are you home?"
"Fuck!" Santana whispers and pushes the girl off of her. Her best friend to be exact.
"Yeah, mom! I'm in my room, studying! Be right down!"
Santana and her friend fix their shirts and their hair and make their way down the stairs.
"Hi dear, will you be staying for dinner tonight?"
Santana interrupts the conversation her mother is trying to have with her best friend, "Nope, we're going out, but I'll pick dinner up for you afterwards."
"Okay, but don't be too late! Brooklyn isn't safe when it gets too dark out, you know that."
"Uh huh, okay, bye, Mom!"
She slams the door.
Santana Lopez is in college, and it seems like she will always be in college. She hates her courses and she hates school but her mom is pushing her to graduate with some sort of degree. She also hates her mom. Well, she doesn't hate-hate her mom, she just hates the fact that she knows her mom will never accept her for enjoying the lips of her best friend. Sometimes she feels like even her best friend will never fully accept the fact that they make out, all the time. And because of this, she also enjoys a cigarette and a glass of vodka on ice once in a while.