This is a repost of my original story from last year. I was told not to upload the whole thing at one time due to the rules on FF. Sorry I will get it all up asap. Thanks.

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A/N ~ Don't own Glee show.

This story contains a D/D established relationship, which includes spanking. If you don't like this type of story or are under age, consider yourself warned. Rated M for later chapters.

Established Brittana AND Faberry relationships. All four girls are in this story although it is mostly Brittana.

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Chapter 1 Game On Bitch!

Senior year was taking its toll on Santana. She was back on the Cheerios as captain and that meant putting up with all of Coach Sylvester's crap. The woman was clearly psychotic and the Latina was under constant pressure to be her minion. She had developed a conscience and it kept getting in the way of her duties to the devil's daughter in the red track suit.

There were only two real reasons Santana put up with all of Sylvester's shit. The first was that she really needed those National Cheerleading titles on her college applications. The second, and most important as far as Santana was concerned, she loved cheerleading. It had been her passion since she first cheered for the pee-wee football league when she was 7 years old.

She had idolized her older cousin, Carmen and wanted to be her when she grew up. Carmencita was 8 years older than Santana and a Cheerio and it was all Santana wanted from the first moment her cousin had come over her house in her red and white uniform and taught Santana and Brittany how to do a cartwheel.

Carmen was the only adult in her life that had time for her. She was patient and loving and let her little cousin tag along with her and her friends. Santana felt cool hanging with the older Cheerios' and they adopted her calling her poco manĂ­, their little peanut. Carmen had accepted Brittany and her little cousin as a matched set and taught them all kind of "grown-up" things; cheer routines, makeup, clothes, swear words in two languages, and they both worshiped the ground Carmen walked on.

When Carmen was killed by a drunk driver her first year of college, it devastated Santana. She was inconsolable. It was also the start of some of Santana's anger issues. No one in their family mentioned Carmen again for a very long time and it infuriated Santana. She wanted to talk about what happened, talk about Carmencita, talk about her feelings, but she was shut down and shut out and her anger would boil over getting her in all sorts of trouble at home and at school.

Santana felt very alone in a world without her adored Carmencita in it, loving her, listening to her and supporting her. She had turned to Brittany for comfort and from then on, the blonde dancer became her heart. Without Brittany, she didn't think she would have survived that awful first year after Carmen's death.

Carmen had been a kind person as well to everyone she met. She was the captain of the Cheerios her junior and senior year, it was one of the reasons Santana had wanted it so badly, and she banned any of her girls bullying anyone at the school.

Every time Santana put on the red Cheerio's uniform she thought of Carmencita and worried about how disappointed she would be in her little cousin for not only allowing bullying but participating. It weighed heavily on Santana. Of course, Carmen didn't have Sue Sylvester to put up with, but Santana was sure Carmen would not have let a little thing like Sue stop her from being nice.

Santana was very stressed about her grades as well. With Brittany, Quinn, and Rachel all going to school in New York, the raven haired brunette was working hard to push her grades where they needed to be to go to NYU with Quinn. They had all been making plans on sharing an apartment in the city and starting their new grown up life outside of Lima. Since Quinn had started dating Rachel, the four of them had become quite close friends and Santana only wanted to kill the Hobbit half of the time instead of all of the time.

Santana was feeling the strain of Glee Club as well. They all wanted to win Nationals so they had tried to heal the wounds between the members and pull together as a family.

The last and biggest stress in Santana's life was Brittany. Since being publicly outed, Santana and Brittany were a couple and everything was wonderful. The only problem was with two very busy schedules the lovers were finding it hard to find time just for the two of them alone.

Brittany and Quinn didn't have the kind of money that Santana and Rachel would have come Fall. Santana knew Britt had some chance of a dancing or perhaps cheering scholarship but not enough to live in New York and go to school. Quinn had given up cheerleading but she was in AP classes and very near the top of the class and could probably come up with a scholarship but she was in the same boat as Brittany, especially since Russell had cut his daughter off.

The two blondes put their heads together and decided to teach dance classes a few evenings a week to make extra money for New York. It seemed like the perfect idea as both were extremely talented dancers.

Santana was completely on board and even tagged along to help once in a while. That was when she met Marisol and everything changed.

Marisol was part African American and part Latina and full 100% sex on wheels. She was smoking hot and she was on fire for Brittany. Marisol would show up for every dance class Britt taught and hang on her every word. She would ask for special help and of course Brittany would always give it.

The tall blonde dancer did not believe that Marisol was hitting on her and she and Santana had argued a few times over the caramel skinned beauty with the haunting green eyes. Santana knew girls like Marisol, girls who had no morals, who didn't respect relationships and she was furious with the special attention her girl was giving Marisol.

It was not a matter of not trusting Brittany. That completely went without saying. The problem with having a sweet innocent naive trusting soul like Britt as your girlfriend is she took everyone at face value and trusted everyone; even girlfriend stealing puta's like Marisol. Whenever San brought it up, Brittany would laugh that musical laugh that melted the Latina's heart and roll her eyes and assure Santana she only had eyes for her.

Santana didn't like the situation, she didn't like Marisol and she so did not like being patient but she gave her word to Brittany that she wouldn't do anything to mess up the dancing gig that the two blondes had going on. The beautiful brunette swallowed her anger and figured that Marisol would eventually show her true colors to Britt and that would be the end of that.

One cold and rainy Saturday afternoon, Quinn, Rachel and Santana were sitting in the Coffee Bean talking and hanging out waiting for Brittany's class to end. They were going to head to the mall and have some lunch and catch the new romantic comedy they all wanted to see.

They were all enjoying a pleasant relaxed afternoon and Santana was feeling good today and looking forward to some sneaky sexy times in the movie theater with her love.

As they were laughing and talking, the bell rang on the door of the coffee shop announcing new customers. Santana had her back to the door and was facing Quinn and Rachel who immediately went still. The look on the Hobbits face was comical and Quinn raised one eyebrow in disdain so Santana turned around to see what was going on.

Marisol and Brittany had just walked in and Brittany had her arms wrapped around her student's waist and the other girl was leaning heavily on the blonde walking with the fakest limp that Santana had ever seen.

Santana's just glared at the puta hanging on HER girl, her eyes black with rage and growled a mean low guttural sound of pure anger. She could tell Marisol was getting ready to make her move on Brittany and it infuriated her.

No one took advantage of Brittany and lived to tell. Santana wanted blood. Quinn had seen the look before and knew that violence was soon to follow. The blonde reached across the table and touched her best friend's hand and cleared her throat.

Santana turned in fury at her friend and their eyes connected and the Latina saw understanding and support in the flashing hazel-green eyes and she took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down.

Quinn leaned forward and said conspiratorially, "San, I know you're right about this girl, but you still promised B you wouldn't do anything. You need to calm down. B would be so pissed if you went all Lima Heights on that girl."

"Q, she's trying to take advantage of my Britt Britt and I won't allow it."

Quinn nodded her head and sipped her coffee while Rachel nodded in sympathy, "So we find a way to keep an eye on her without Brittany being any the wiser."

San and Quinn both turned with shocked looks at the tiny brunette diva. What she had said was clear, concise and to the point. Rachel didn't do that very often.

Santana said in a low tone, "How do you recommend we do that?"

Rachel laughed sweetly, "Oh that's the easy part. One of us will always be at the dance studio, there are three of us and Britt teaches three classes per week. Quinn can just say she has work to catch up on at the studio, I can say I want to catch up on some dance moves, and you can just say you miss seeing Brittany and want to be there with her. Britt will never question any of our motives. Simple."

Santana and Quinn exchanged looks of impressed astonishment, "Simple and incredibly devious Hobbit, I knew there had to be a reason that Q liked you so much, I just assumed you were a hellcat in the sack."

Rachel turned a dark shade of scarlet that started at her throat and crept up past her ears, Quinn choked on her coffee and Santana just snorted out a laugh.

Brittany walked over to the table and planted a gentle kiss on the Latina's full lips, "Hi baby." Santana smiled gently up at the blonde falling into deep pools of blue.

"Mar sprained her ankle, I'm going to drive her home and get her settled and then I will meet you at the mall. I will probably miss dinner but I will be there in time for the movie."

Santana looked at Quinn who raised one eyebrow at her friend and nodded towards Brittany.

"You know what baby, why don't we skip the movie and I will drive with you, drop off Mar and then we can go to my house and just hang out together. We can get our mack on, besides I can't think of anything I would rather taste than you tonight." She leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on Brittany, keeping her eyes wide open and staring at Marisol.

She was letting the girl know that Brittany was hers and she better back the fuck off. The message was received but instead of defeat, Santana saw a challenge in the other girl's eyes. Marisol was not going to back off. Santana kissed her more passionately, clearly staking her claim.

Brittany giggled and grabbed Santana's hand, entwining their fingers, "that sounds so awesome baby; I am kind of tired today. Q? Rae? Are you guys sure it's ok with you if we skip the movie?" Brittany turned innocent eyes on her friends.

Rachel smiled sweetly at her newly acquired friend and said, "Perfectly sure Britt, go have fun with your girl!" Quinn nodded in agreement.

"Thanks you guys, we'll see you later." She started to walk over to Marisol still holding Santana's hand.

Santana made the phone signal with her free hand and nodded at Quinn and Rachel indicating they should call her to orchestrate Rachel's plan.

The Latina walked over to her rival with Brittany and smiled a saccharine sweet and incredibly phony sympathy smile, "So Marisol, Britt says you sprained your ankle, that's awful. Let me help you."

"Right off a cliff!" Santana thought to herself as she helped the girl up from the chair and let the girl drape her arm over Santana's shoulder and her other over Brittany's shoulder.

The two dark beauties' looked at each other with distaste and distrust and Santana suppressed her sneer. She would not let Brittany see her intense dislike of the girl. She had a plan to teach this little puta upstart a lesson. "Oh yeah, game on bitch!" Santana looked at Brittany and smiled a genuinely sweet smile, as she pulled Marisol along roughly.

To be continued….