Can't Fight This Feeling
Authors Note: Hey! So, this is my first fanfic,I hope I do it and its characters justice, haha. Uh, so that's pretty much all I can think to say right now. Oh, and it won't follow the outline of the shows main plot/ships/storylines. Hope you like it! Start ship: Pucktana.
Chapter One: Curious Thoughts.
Hot. Sweaty. Clammy. They were three of the only things my mind managed to focus on right now. The hot, scorching rays of the blinding sun shot through the sky and stung at my skin like infinite laser beams. The sweat that began to build up due to the exhaustion, causing my skin to become uncomfortable and clammy underneath my Cheerios uniform. God knows why Coach Sylvester was pushing us this hard, we'd already won Nationals this year, and had a long time to go till our next competition, although it wasn't uncharacteristic for her to push us this hard, but you'd think she'd cut us some slack considering today was the last day of school before summer vacation. But no. No such luck; instead she has us out here, pushing us harder than Chinese slave workers were pushed the week before The Red Carpet. If it weren't for the fact that we were practicing outside, surrounded by fresh summer air, if we were inside in the gym it would definitely smell like a slave sweat shop right about now.
"Sand-bags!" Coach Sylvester screeched through her megaphone, gaining the attention from the head cheerleader, who had been holding posture at the top of the pyramid for longer than she could remember.
Santana flicked her gaze towards Sue who was stood roughly ten feet away from the bottom of the pyramid, eyes speculating, mind judging – everything Sue did on a daily basis. Sue kept quiet for a brief moment of time, continuing to speculate the state of the pyramid the Cheerios had formed; to any other Cheerleading coach, the stance of their pyramid would have been classed as perfection, but for Sue, whatever they did was so far away from perfection, that she could taste failure at the back of her throat.
"Santana, my grandma could hold this stance stronger than you, and she's dead!" She screamed through the microphone, causing some of the Cheerios at the bottom of the pyramid to lose balance due to initial shock. Santana, for the life of her, couldn't understand why. Every Cheerio on the squad knew that they would be voluntarily plunging themselves into a pit of fiery, Sue laced darkness once they had signed their name on the sign-up sheet at the start of the year. Why would it only become as a shock to them know?
Sue dropped the megaphone in the spot she was standing, before turning on her heel and heading back towards the school. None of the Cheerios flinched, or even twitched until they were sure she wouldn't come charging back with yet another unsatisfactory remark about whatever she could think of next. Once she was out of view, the pyramid disassembled.
As Santana's feet finally touched ground once again, she was thankful. The amount of time she'd spent balancing at the top of the pyramid under the rays of the scorching sun, she was sure she'd pass out if she was up there any longer. She turned to see a flash of blonde head on over towards her.
"You'd think she'd let us have a day away from practice considering it's the last day before summer" Quinn said matter-of-factly, her voice soft, but laced with annoyance.
Santana smirked nonchalantly before shaking her head slightly. "Really? You know that woman wouldn't let us miss practice, even if her own mother died"
Quinn nodded as they both exchanged amused smirks between themselves.
"So..." Quinn started, re-gaining Santana's attention as they headed back towards the school building and away from the field. "Puck's having his annual 'end of school' party tonight" She stated cooly.
Santana nodded, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
Why is Quinn telling me this? Is she forgetting that I'm the one dating Puck? I get to know about these things before she does.
"Mhm, you're coming right?" She asked Quinn. As much fun as it was getting drunk and high with your boyfriend to celebrate the end of school, it was always fun to celebrate it with your best friend. Not that Santana would ever admit that to Quinn, straight up, anyway.
Quinn nodded, glancing at Santana briefly. "Need me to pick you up?"
"What, no. You're driving with Trouty Mouth. His car is small enough as it is, I'm scared that if I ride with both of you, I'll take up all the condensation in the air, which would ultimately lead him to flop around in the driving seat, his natural function to try and reach a source of water before he dries out completely. I do not want to be witness to that."
Quinn stifled a laugh, not wanting to laugh at the expense of her boyfriend, but not being able to not find Santana's snarky remarks somewhat humorous. They were soon interrupted as Puck jogged up behind both of them, wrapping his arms around Santana as he reached them. Quinn took this as her queue to leave.
"I'll catch you later" She smiled before waving to both of them, and continued walking.
Santana smiled and nodded at her friend before turning around in Puck's arms. Subconsciously, her nose wrinkled and her brow furrowed at the stench of his football jersey.
"Ew! Puck, how much do you sweat during practice?" She pulled herself out of his grasp, not being able to stand so close to him, without fear of passing out due to overwhelming her sense of smell.
Puck settled for just walking beside her, with no physical contact, not wanting to upset or anger the Latina, knowing what her limits were. "So babe, you still coming to the party tonight?"
Why do I keep getting asked this? If there's free booze, why wouldn't I be?
"Of course, I get to get my drink on, for free" That signature smirk flickering its way across her perfect, plump lips.
"How about we have an 'end of school' celebration of our own..." Puck said suggestively, his voice wavering an octave lower.
Santana held back a grunt of disapproval, instead satisfying her objections with a headshake. "No, Puck. You know my dad's leaving this afternoon for his business trip..." She attempted to keep her voice at his usual husky pitch, trying not to let it waver in disappointment, or upset.
Puck bit the inside of his lips in sympathy, nodding softly. Santana couldn't help but let a smile wash its way across her lips; she always thought looked adorable when he did that.
"Do you want me to drop you off? At your dads I mean?" Puck asked caringly. As Santana's boyfriend, he knew that summer was going to be hard for her, with her dad away for practically the whole summer.
Santana nodded, smiling gratefully.
After watching Puck's truck disappear around the block, Santana ruffled through her bag, looking for her house keys, once she found them, she swiftly unlocked the door and walked in, closing it behind her.
"Papa?" The Latina called through the house, wondering if her father was home yet or not. She heard some shuffling coming from her father's study at the back of the house. She figured he'd be in there, so she walked towards the clear glass doors, sliding them open.
Her father's head jolted up as he heard his daughter enter the room, closing his laptop to give her his full attention. "Mija" Her father called affectionately, before standing up and walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a soft embrace.
"How was school?" Mr Lopez asked as he pulled away from the embrace.
Santana withheld the urge to roll her eyes at the annoying question which was asked every weekday. Instead, she just smiled, knowing her father meant well and was only interested when he asked.
"It was okay, nothing out of the ordinary" She settled with a simple answer. "How was work?"
"Prepping for the case, so my day was long and tiring" Santana could tell her father seemed drained from doing overtime for work, but she knew that he also loved his job. Being a lawyer had been one her father's goals and he had reached it, and was doing really successful too.
"Which reminds me, you're still okay with me being away for the summer? If not, I can always hand the case over to one of my other colleagues at the firm..." He began, but was soon cut off by his daughter.
"No Papa, go. I'll be fine, and I know how hard you've been working up for this, it would be stupid to just give it away to someone else." Which was true, but Santana was also excited to have the house to herself for the entire summer. A mischievous smile flickered onto her lips just at the thought. The amount of sleepovers, parties, nights with Puck...
"Okay, great! Your mother will be expecting you, so don't get there too late, okay?"
Santana's smirk completely vanished from her lips as her father's words flew at her like a bucket of ice cold water. Numbing but stinging at the same time.
"What? ..." She asked slightly venomously. This didn't surprise her father in the slightest. Sure, he knew that she respected him, and behaved well around him, and was generally a good kid, or so he thought. But he also knew that she had enough venom to spray across the entire of Japan.
"Why can't I just stay here?" The Latina asked, confusion lacing her words.
Fuck. Great, all my summer plans have just been thrown out the window.
Her father sighed slightly before answering. "Because while I'm gone I'm having renovations done on the house, so I don't want you to be living in a construction site." His voice was a mirror of that stereotypical caring yet stern tone fathers always took when trying to get their point across clearly.
"So instead you think I'd be safer living with a raging alcoholic for the entire summer?" She spat, trying to hold back some of her anger and rage. She didn't like being angry with her father, but she just couldn't seem to bite her tongue at this one.
"Santana Lopez!" He rose his voice slightly as he called her name. "You will not talk about your mother like that! Do you hear me? She may have had some problems in the past, but she's over that now. You'll treat her with respect, and show her the same amount of respect you show me. Do you understand?"
Santana didn't withhold the urge to roll her eyes this time, but she didn't argue back either. She knew when her father took this tone with her that it was clear there were going to be no more arguments, that he had the final word.
"Sure, whatever, I'll go tonight"
"Thank you Mija" He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on top of her forehead before leaving his study to go finish packing for his trip.
Once Santana's father had left for the airport, she decided to start getting ready for Puck's party. It was just a house party, but practically everyone she knew was going, and Santana being Santana obviously had to look the best.
She wore knee high brown boots, short ripped denim shorts, and a tight blank tank top, revealing her cleavage and her lower abs.
She had decided to make her own way to the party, not wanting to ride with Quinn or Sam, and feeling that it would be rather stupid to call Puck to pick her up and bring her to the party considering it was at his own house.
Once she arrived, she made her way straight towards the kitchen – where the drinks were always kept. The corners of her lips flickered up into a devilish smirk as her eyes scanned over the kitchen island at the amount of booze the party had been inflicted with. She took a plastic red cup from the counter and began to mix vodka and coke. As she brought the cup up to her lips, she took a sip as she let her eyes scan over the lounge, attempting to see if she saw anyone worth socialising with. To her dismay, she saw no one but mindless jocks and Cheerios. Even though she was also a Cheerio, it didn't mean she had to like any of them.
She soon discovered that her cup was empty, she groaned before swiftly hopping up so that she was now sitting on the island, with her legs swinging off the edge. This time, she poured more vodka than coke into her cup, taking a greedy gulp rather than a sip. She smiled as she felt the warm haziness wash over her mind due to her intake of alcohol.
As she looked up from her cup she saw a familiar tanned face smiling at her, she smiled back, snaking her arms around the boy's neck, her fingertips caressing the nape of his neck, playing with the hair of his mohawk. Puck stood with his legs either side of Santana's, wrapping his arms around her torso as he leaned forward to press his lips against hers. Santana felt the warmth wetness of Puck's tongue glide lazily over her bottom lip; she willingly parted her own lips, their tongues now moving together. She could taste the sting of the alcohol on his tongue, and in his breath as their mouths moved against each other.
As the night grew longer, more and more people seemed to have either passed out in various locations around Puck's house, and his lawn. Or they had chosen to leave and head home for the night. By this time, Santana and Puck were already in his room. Their clothes discarded messily around his already messy room.
Strong arms were either side of the Latina's body, as he held himself up, hovering over her as his lips continued to hungrily move against her own. Delicate fingers traced up and down taunt abs hovering above her, raking inwards each and every time Puck playfully pushed their cores together, still clad with underwear. Santana let a moan escape into the kiss as she felt Puck's stiffened member push teasingly into her centre. She could feel the heat build and mount between her legs, with every playful thrust, with every tug of her lips.
Puck disengaged their lips as he began to trail sloppy kisses across her jaw line – still intoxicated with alcohol, just as Santana was too. The Latina pressed her head further back into the pillows, kinking her head slightly allowing her boyfriend better access to her neck. Puck took this as a sign to continue with is oral assault; now nipping and grazing his teeth at the pulse point just below her jaw, lapping his tongue over each place his teeth had grazed, causing Santana to whimper in arousal at the intimate touch. As Puck continued his oral assault, his fingers laced under Santana's back, unhooking her bra before he slowly pulled down the straps from her arms before discarding it with the rest of their clothes somewhere in the room.
Santana was slightly shocked as she noticed Puck's greedy hands hadn't suddenly reached up in a hastily manner to grope at newly revealed flesh. Instead, he continued lacing hungry, teeth grazing, tongue lapping kisses across her neck, trailing them slowly down towards her collar bone. Santana bit down onto her bottom lip lightly as she felt wet lips, and teasing teeth continue to trail in a downwards motion towards sensitive flesh. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips as warm wetness licked teasingly around her nipple, but not yet touching the already painfully erect bud. Puck then withdrew his contact, causing Santana to whimper in disapproval at the loss of contact. But she was soon mildly satisfied once again as she felt him repeat his previous actions on her other nipple. This time, she felt teasing teeth grip onto the erect bud and tug playfully, causing Santana to moan at the sudden roughness. Puck then released the bud, before swirling his tongue around and across it momentarily, before repeating his actions on the opposite bud.
The Latina's eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into the pillows of the bed, her mind solely focusing on Puck's boyish lips trailing open mouthed kisses across her taunt abs, his teeth grazing, and tongue lapping after each and every kiss. Santana could feel the pressure in her lower stomach slowly build deeper and deeper, yet higher after each kiss was placed. The anticipation dwelling on her caused her state of arousal to increase with just the thought. Puck curled his fingers around the soft lace of her underwear, pulling them down slowly till they were low enough for Santana to kick off with her feet. Santana kept her eyelids fluttered close, but the snapped open as she felt hot breath hovering over her sticky core.
"Puck..." Santana called. But her voice wasn't laced with arousal, edging him on, instead it was slightly stern – a warning.
Puck held back a sigh, leaning upwards slightly to press a soft kiss just below her abs before kneeling on the bed, pulling down his own underwear. Santana propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he freed his erect member from the confines of his boxers. Once it was revealed, Santana bit down onto her lower lip in anticipation at the sight, feeling her core become slightly wetter just at the sight.
Puck smirked as he eyed Santana's expression, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his own. As their lips moved against each other, Santana could feel his raging member brush against her dripping core. She moaned into the kiss, thrusting her hips upwards, wanting to create some sort of friction, the pressure at the pit of her stomach building with more touch. Puck smirked into the kiss at his girlfriends' eagerness. He playfully ground his hips against hers, causing Santana's teeth to clench onto his lower lip during the kiss. Santana knew he was teasing her, but she also knew she could play this game just as well as he could.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and began raking her fingernails in a downwards motion across his back till she reached his ass, continuing to rake her fingernails down, causing Puck to involuntarily jolt his hips against her own. She then cupped his ass pushing his hips against her own as she ground hers upwards, causing Puck to subconsciously grunt at the contact.
Puck raised his hips slightly, bringing his own hand down to place his member against Santana's entrance, causing Santana to gasp slightly at the initial contact. He slowly lowered his body back against Santana's, causing his member to slide freely inside. A throaty moan emitted Santana's lips as she felt Puck's stiffened shaft move deeper inside of her, feeling as he began thrusting at a steady pace.
Puck pressed his lips against the silky, sensitive flesh of the Latina's neck, placing hungry, eager kisses against her pulse point, as he fastened his pace; his raging member moving faster and deeper inside of Santana.
Santana began to rake her fingernails against Puck's lower back attentively. She was sure that she was leaving sharp scratches against his toned back, but she couldn't care less. Her mind was elsewhere, no longer focusing on what day it was, what time it was, or where they were. The only thing her mind was focused on was each time that certain spot was hit, the wave of pleasure that sent ecstatic bolts of pleasure to ripple through her entire body, reaching its highest point at the pit of her stomach, the pressure rising and building.
Puck could feel Santana's walls clench around his member each time his hips were flush against hers, bringing him close to his sweet release. He could feel the pressure building, and rising, his member twitching with anticipation as he grew closer and closer.
The Latina could feel Puck's thrusts quicken, she moaned into the sweaty, sex filled air as she felt her stomach clench with each wave of pleasure, her fingernails digging deeper into the warm, sweaty flesh of Puck's lower back. She could feel it, she was on the brink of a body shattering release. As Puck thrust one more time, hitting the stomach clenching spot; her stomach clenched, her fingernails dug deeper, her eyes clenched shut. She no longer tried to withhold her moans of pleasure as she let a loud throaty moan escape her lips as she reached that body shattering bliss.
Puck released his member, falling back onto the bed beside Santana, his breathing just as ragged and uneven as hers.
A familiar sound began filling through the musky atmosphere of Puck's bedroom, uncomfortably waking Santana up from a sleeping sombre. As she jolted up, realising that the familiar sound that had began echoing, had been her ringtone, she felt her head pound at the sudden movement. Her eyelids clamped down, trying to adjust to the sudden pain. Groggily she climbed out of Puck's messy bed, fumbling around on the floor trying to find her phone. After a few more seconds of fumbling she found it in the back pocket of the jeans she was wearing last night.
She answered it without checking the caller ID.
"Hello?" She asked groggily, her voice still laced with sleep.
"Santana! Where are you?" Mr Lopez called, raising his voice slightly.
Santana's eyes shot open slightly at the sound of his voice. "Uh, I'm at Quinn's..." She tried to make her lie sound convincing.
"I told you to go to your mother's house. Not to Quinn's. Get ready"
"What? Why, do I have to go there now?"
"No, I booked you for dance lessons, throughout summer so you would have something to do, other than lazing around at your friends' houses the entire time. Hurry up, they start at eleven, at the Performing Arts Centre, adios Mija" With that, Mr Lopez cut the call.
Santana audibly groaned at the thought of being compressed into a sweaty rehearsal room with snobby performing arts students, all fighting to be the best in the class. She had nothing against performing arts; she was part of Glee, after all. It was just the thought of actually going to a centre specifically for lessons and practicing. She grimaced at the thought.
She checked the time on her phone – it was already 10:30. If she was going to make it on time she wouldn't have time to stop off at her mom's house to change. She let out another audible groan. She slipped back into the clothes she had worn the night before, deciding to leave Puck sleeping, not having the time to explain everything. She walked into the family bathroom, splashing water over her face. Her eyes glistened slightly as she noticed Mrs Puckerman's makeup on the counter. It wouldn't hurt if she used just a little, would it?
After she was moderately happy with how she looked now. Having managed to slightly mask her hung-over look with Mrs Puckerman's makeup. She headed out of the house. After walking for twenty long minutes in the blistering heat, to her surprise she made it on time, give or take a few minutes.
After talking to the lady at reception, she followed her directions through the centre, coming to a halt when she read the door sign 'Dance: Rehearsal Room 7'. Without bothering to knock, she pushed open the door and walked in. As the Latina entered the room, her dark chocolate eyes briefly scanned the room – just as she thought, snobby performing arts kids. They had already begun stretching, all wearing the appropriate clothing.
Crap...
In her haze of rushing this morning she had completely forgotten that she'd need to wear something appropriate to the lesson, the thought hadn't once even crossed her mind.
"Excuse me, Miss..." The dance instructor called towards Santana.
He was tall, and slim, but his body was visibly toned, most probably from years of dancing. He had hazelnut skin, and bright blonde hair. Santana's instinctive thought was that he was gay, and she was most probably right.
"Lopez" She informed him, after realizing he was informing her.
She watched as his thick lips turned into a small grin, causing her to furrow her eyebrows slightly in utter confusion.
"Right, I guess you're Santana. I'm Markus; I spoke to your dad yesterday."
Santana didn't even have the effort to verbally reply, she just gave one slow nod of her head.
"But I must say, I'm already pretty disappointed. This is a dance lesson, and you're not dressed very appropriately. How do you expect to dance in that?" He asked, waving his hands slightly gesturing to her outfit.
She rolled her eyes. "Well, being here wasn't my first choice; in fact I didn't know I was going to be here till half hour ago. And I don't expect to dance today" She snapped lazily.
Markus' expression faltered slightly at the sharpness of Santana's tone. "Take off your boots, and your socks, you can dance barefoot"
Santana's face completely fell. "You expect me to walk around barefoot in this germ infected room? Hell to the no." She stared blankly at Markus for a few moments, knowing that if her dad and he had already had a conversation, then it was most likely that he'd be calling in to check up on her progress, and to check that she's actually attending these lessons. After her short mental battle, she dramatically sighed before slipping off her boots and socks, placing them in the far corner of the room where it seemed the other students had placed their belongings.
"I'm sorry I'm late!" A bubbly voice echoed through the studio, causing Santana to flick her eyes up to see who had just come bursting in, announcing it to everyone. The Latina flickered her eyes over the students' body; she was wearing grey sweatpants, but Santana could tell she had long toned legs. She wore a tight white tank top, clinging to her taunt abs perfectly, revealing a small amount of cleavage. Long blonde hair, and milky cream skin, piercing blue eyes...
Santana hadn't realised that she had been staring until she noticed the blonde's eyes flicker up and lock with her own. She blinked repeatedly, averting her gaze elsewhere.
What am I doing?
Santana couldn't quite pin point why her gaze had lingered over the blonde for so long, she was a girl. And Santana had Puck, a boyfriend, who was a boy. Her brow subconsciously furrowed in a sudden confusion, one which she couldn't quite understand. All she knew was that she suddenly felt flustered after being caught staring at the blonde, and she felt overwhelmingly self conscious being in the same room as her; which was very uncharacteristic for the fiery Latina.
During her internal battle with her thoughts, she had failed to notice that Markus had started the class. As her eyes flickered back up, she noticed that everyone seemed to be copying simple dance moves after Markus demonstrated them. Hip-Hop music blasted through the surround sound speakers which were situated in each corner of the room. The Latina suddenly felt her head begin to thud and pound against her skull – still not fully recovered from the night before. She began watching Markus, realising that she hadn't yet began participating, thankfully. Her dark chocolaty orbs then began roaming the room, watching the students flawlessly decipher each movement without faltering once. She definitely did not belong here. Sure, she could dance, but not as good as the other kids in the room. Her eyes then fixed themselves upon a certain blonde; Santana watched as her body moved in a fluid-like motion to the beat of the music, it was mesmerising, angelic, and flattering to watch. She watched as her hips swerved and thrusted, as her hair flicked with each movement.
Why couldn't I pull my gaze from her? What was it that pulled me into this trance? I had never focused my attention towards another girl like this before...
"Brittany!" She heard Markus call over the blasting thud of the music. Santana didn't pay any attention, that wasn't her name, she didn't care. That was until she saw the blonde she had been staring, falter her movements, coming to a complete stop. Santana's eyes widened slightly as she noticed Brittany turn around and make eye contact with her once again.
Crap! Twice, really Santana, twice?
She asked herself, bewildered by her current strange behaviour. Brittany then averted herself from the group, walking towards Santana, who was still leaning against the back wall.
Santana felt her breathing slightly quicken, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion yet again. This had never happened to her before. No one had managed to make her breath hitch, or make it quicken, but this blonde seemed to be doing just that by walking towards her. Not even Puck had managed to do that to her.
Her breathing began to even out once again as she notice Brittany just lean against the wall beside her. Maybe she was just taking a time-out? She could hear a muffled sound coming from beside her, she assumed it was from Brittany, but due to the loud music she was unable to understand her. She turned her head slightly, a dumbfound expression on her face. Santana then watched as Brittany turned to face her, leaning forward slightly.
Santana could feel the heat radiate from Brittany's lips, just inches from her ear, causing a tingling feeling to wave through her body, she inaudibly gulped at the sensation.
"I said; why are you not dancing?" Brittany repeated before pulling back slightly.
The Latina tried to stay unfazed. "Why did you stop dancing?" She questioned, inwardly smirking. She heard Brittany let out a small laugh before leaning back towards her again.
"Markus wants me to get you to dance" There it was again, that tingling sensation that swarmed her entire being. Was it wrong for her to crave it?
Santana didn't answer, so Brittany leaned in once again. "I'm Brittany"
"Santana..." She smiled in return.
"C'mon, we'll start slow..." Brittany then tapped Santana's hand briefly before pulling herself away from the wall, causing Santana to do the same.
"Just copy what I do, If you find anything hard, just tell me"
Santana then watched as Brittany began breaking down the movements Markus had previously showed the rest of the class at the start of the lesson. They didn't seem too difficult, so Santana began dancing along with Brittany.
Brittany then began showing her the second set of movements. Right, left, right, right, spin, left. Santana nodded, and then began once Brittany repeated the moves. After Santana span, she abruptly stopped her motions. She felt her stomach clench slightly, before she felt warmth bubble up from her stomach to the back of her throat.
Oh no...
Brittany watched in confusion as Santana's hands came to clasp against her mouth as she made a beeline for the door, running towards the closest bathroom.
Luckily for her, and her stomach, the closest bathroom wasn't too far away. She burst through the door and ran into the closest stall, dropping to her knees as her hands gripped onto the sides of the toilet seat as she opened her mouth, emptying out the contents of her stomach – last night's alcohol consumption.
After gagging a few more times, she realised that she was just dry heaving, and that nothing else would project, she fell against the bathroom stall, her head resting against the wall. The sound of the door creaking open echoed through the public bathroom – Santana stilled her movements. Was she allowed to be in here? It was her first day even being in this Performing Arts Centre, she didn't know which rooms were off limits.
She heard the soft thud of rubber against tiles, before it stopped completely.
"Santana?" A voice called softly into the atmosphere.
The Latina let out a sigh; she should have figured Markus would have sent someone after her to see why she had abruptly run out of his class.
Seconds later someone had pulled open the door to the stall she was currently sat in. Santana's eyes flickered upwards, until they landed on piercing blue orbs.
"Are you okay?" Brittany asked, looking down towards her, sitting on the floor. She had a confused, slightly dopey look washed across her features. For some reason Santana couldn't help but subconsciously smile at it.
As Santana hadn't immediately answered her question, Brittany attempted to fill the silence. "I would have found you sooner, but I got lost... There are so many rooms in this building, and big buildings confuse me..." The corners of Santana's lips flickered up higher as that adorable dopey look washed its way across Brittany's features once more.
"I'm fine, now anyway. I guess I just had a little too much fun last night..."
Brittany just nodded before her eyes glistened, as she remembered something. "I brought your boots out for you. The lesson is nearly finished, so Markus said you could leave if you want to." She then placed the boots down onto the floor beside the stall. Brittany watched as Santana slid her socks and boots back on.
Once Santana had composed herself, she got back to her feet; she suddenly felt flustered under Brittany's piercing blue gaze once again. So she walked over to the sinks, running the taps, and letting the water run over her hands.
She then looked up into the mirror above the sink, her eyes catching Brittany staring at her this time. She smirked smugly at herself. She wasn't the one doing the staring this time. But there it was again, that instant confusion, masking her thoughts in a smoky haze. Why did she feel smug about this? If it were anyone else, she would have shot them a death glare and a few snide remarks before leaving the bathroom, acting as if nothing ever happened. But for some reason Santana couldn't bring herself to even give the smallest of death glares, she couldn't even find it in herself to completely ignore Brittany and walk out of the bathroom. Instead she smiled shyly through the reflection in the mirror, watching as Brittany did the same.
Authors Note: Hope you liked it? Review and tell me what you think! I'd love to hear what y'all think about it; if it needs improvements, what I did wrong etc etc.