Summary: Santana Lopez is starting to get the feeling that she's not as great as she once believed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters in this story. All of them belong to the the magnificent Ryan Murphy.
A/N: Rating's for the swears and sex stuff, not too intricate but still...
Always Second Best
"Brittany"
Santana Lopez was smoking hot, if she could say so herself. The girl was studying her nails carelessly as the blonde next to her collected her books. Why the girl was taking them, the Latina would never know. It's not as if she actually read them, the girl thought, rolling her eyes and looking around. The halls in McKinley were slowly filtering out. It was officially the weekend and Santana "Badass" Lopez was going to spend it with her girl. The Latina looked back at the blonde and saw her frowning into her locker.
"Do I need this one, San?" She questioned.
"B, you don't need any of them. You've got me and Q to cheat off of."
Brittany grinned, her blue eyes twinkling, as she threw the book in her bag anyways and shut her locker.
"Oh! Okay! Ready to go?" The girl asked. Santana nodded and held out her pinky for the other teen to take. The blonde didn't hesitate and linked them, swinging their arms as she skipped down the hallway and towards freedom.
Santana was just getting her "mack" on with Brittany when the blonde suddenly rolled out from under her and then rolled on top.
"Let me," Brittany said, her voice soft as she hovered over the other girl.
Santana frowned at the words because she was always the dominate one but went with it because this was B. Her Britts. And she would do anything for the girl. So she lay underneath the blonde as the girl slowly started to undress her. She did, however, not like the way the girl handled her during sex. The taller girl was too careful and soft with her touches for Santana's taste. Britts was acting as if she'd break at any moment, like she was some sort of child! The Latina pushed her away soon into it and Brittany looked into hard, brown eyes with her soft, blue ones.
"Damn B, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, San, but Artie…"
Santana jerked away in surprise.
"Wheels?" She exclaimed, her voice dripping in distaste, "Aren't you two broken up? Why are you thinking of him when you're with me?"
The blonde ducked her head and Santana's face hardened at the realization that the blonde still harbored some left over feelings for the boy.
"Leave."
The girl scurried out of the room, tears falling, as Santana fell back into her mattress. Santana Lopez was not just a warm body to use to fill someone's bed, she thought moodily.
A/N #2: There's about five or six more parts to this, depending on how I break them down. I'll probably upload them two at a time. Also, sorry if there are any mistakes in this. I combed through it a couple of times but my brain's shot. Hope you enjoy it!