She shouldn't. She knows she shouldn't. But, she keeps watching her. Staring at her.
Santana is seventeen. Still in highschool. Head Cheerleader, perfect body, perfect face. School just started again, summer was kind of cool. A lot of partying, working a bit to make some money, but mostly hanging out with friends and making out with every hot guy in town.
The year was starting in a perfectly normal and fine way.
She is the most popular girl in school and Noah Puckerman, her boyfriend is the hottest badass around. Her grades are good so future is really not an issue, she counts on getting a cheerleading scholarship. So yeah. She'll never say it enough, everything is perfect.
Exept from one teeny weeny problem.
Her brother Esteban is back. Well, he's not really the problem, not him.
Esteban should normally be in Law School in New York, having finished college. He is smart, handsome, definitely a Lopez: with olive skin, raven hair and big dark eyes. While being smart, Esteban still managed to miss the deadline to apply to law school.
That's why he currently is sitting by their pool, sipping a bear and annoying Santana by just breathing.
Don't get things wrong, both get along just fine, it's just that he shouldn't be here.
Well, let's be honest. The problem is really not Esteban, Santana loves him after all. No, the problem is this girl.
Santana hass heard about her. Esteban had been talking about the girl for a few weeks. She remembered him asking their parents if it would be okay if his girlfriend came to live with him to the house for a few months, just the time for him to apply for the winter term and head back to New York then, with her. He had said she was really nice, a dancer.
That's how Santana found herself in this situation. Only a few weeks after starting highschool again and there she was, in the living room, on the couch, trying to concentrate on TV, as her brother and his girlfriend were sunbathing by the pool, oblivious of her.
The couple had arrived in the early morning, while Santana was sleeping. And she was still considering whether to go say hi and meet the blonde or not.
It was Sunday, her parents were out to the golf course like every other Sunday. She had very little homework to do, and Quinn her best friend was in a family reunion. The Latina had no escape, stuck at home is her brother and the intruder.
While eating her breakfast cereals, she kept watching from the corner or her eye. Her brother was as hot as ever, his abs maybe more defined than she remembered, she wondered if he had started to go to the gym again. Esteban is 24, turning 25 this year, so he certainly looked more manly than the guys the latina had dated. Her eyes went to the blonde girl sitting next to her brother, before she quickly turned her head back to the TV, biting her lip, afraid of being caught.
Realizing she had been sitting there, watching, for a good 30 minutes without them seeing her, she relaxed.
Taking a deep breath, she once again turned her head to catch a glimpse of the blonde jumping head first in the water.
As the latina was about to avert her gaze, the blonde started to get out of the water. Santana's breath caught in her throat at the sight.
There she was standing, completely soaked, her wet blonde hair falling on her shoulders, wearing a dark-red bikini. Her whole body was shining in the sun because of the water. Her skin was slightly tanned, but a lot fairer than Santana's.
Santana allowed her eyes to travel on the blonde's body, starting on her strong thighs, stopping to look at her stomach, noticing her perfect abs. Wow. And continuing to her breasts. At this point the latina's stomach felt like a million butterflies were learning how to fly inside of it. When she managed to calm the feeling, she went to look at the blonde's face.
She was met by the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Even the waters around the coast of Puerto Rico weren't as blue, she thought. Santana was completely lost in her trance, when she noticed the girl looking back at her, a knowing smirk on her face, and then turning to say something to her brother.
Santana quickly returned to her breakfast, taking a sudden interest in the cereals floating around in her milk and trying to remember how to chew. Just as she looked through the open glass door, she saw Esteban standing up and coming towards her with a huge smile on his face. Meanwhile, she could see the blonde putting her sunglasses on and sitting down on the long chair, not bothering to move.
Esteban dried his feet on the carpet outside the house, looking at Santana.
" Hermanita, aqui estas!" He said opening his arms awaiting a hug.
Santana couldn't help but smile back, and stood up to jump in her brothers arms.
"Esteban! Sorry I wasn't awake when you arrived. Como estas?" Santana was happy to see him, it had been almost a year and a half after all.
"Muy bien! Some holidays can't do no harm! There's someone I want you to meet! Ven!" Esteban had always been straight forward, and wouldn't take no for an answer. He grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her through the living room.
"Esteban, wait! Estoy en pijama!" Santana tried to explain, but failed miserably as she was dragged through the terrace and the garden to arrive in front of the swimming pool.
Santana's eyes were trying to accommodate to the bright light, covering her eyes with the back of her hand. When her eyes finally adjusted, she could see the blonde girl from up close. She was lying on her back in the chair, her eyes hidden by big Ray Ban shades. Santana gulped as she watched the blonde's chest rise and fall with each of her breaths.
"Brittany! Meet Santana, my little sister!" Santana was suddenly pulled out of her reverie by her brother's words. She took a quick glance at herself and almost groaned seeing how she looked. She was wearing her adidas black boy shorts and a loose grey shirt, hair pulled up in a loose ponytail, and her black glasses on her nose. Could I look more stupid?
Hearing Esteban's words, Brittany's eyebrows rose and she slowly stood up from the chair.
Smiling, Esteban said "Santanita, meet Brittany, my girlfriend."He sounded so cheesy, Santana almost felt ashamed for him. She flinched at the nickname he gave her. Way to make me feel like a 4 year old, brother. Santana smiled at Brittany, and shifted nervously, murmuring a little "Hi" to the girl. Why does she intimidate me?
The blonde noticed the latina's nervousness. Aw, how cute is she? Smirking, Brittany extended her hand saying "Nice to meet you Santana, I've heard a lot about you.'
Santana blushed. OhNo, I never blush.
Taking the blonde's hand and ignoring the tingles she felt she replied nicely " Likewise, I've heard about you too."
The blonde couldn't help but being amused, that was certainly not the kind of attitude she expected from the brunette. According to what Esteban had told her.
"Is that so? Well, I don't know what to say, Esteban told me you were like the hot popular head cheerleader at your school. "Santana threw a glance at her brother, smiling to herself at her brothers words about her. The blonde continued speaking though, "You look more like a little nerd to me". The blonde watch Santana closely. Let's see how she reacts.
Hearing those words, Santana's eyes grew wide, and her mouth fell. Excuse me? She did not just call me a nerd!
Santana didn't have time to come back with a reply as her brother jumped in the conversation.
"Ah, Brittany! Don't be so harsh, my little sister just woke up!" Esteban said trying to ease the tension. He knew both girls, and both had a very strong temper. Please get along.
"Just stating what I see, I didn't expect her to be like this that's all" Brittany muttered loud enough for Santana to hear, making the Latina even more furious.
"What is that supposed to mean, barbie?" Santana exclaimed taking a step towards the blonde.
"My name's Brittany sweatheart, and don't get mad…" Talking to the latina, the blonde took a pause and let her eyes roam on the brunette's body seeing the girl's cheeks turn red, smirking she continued "It's cute."
Cute? Santana's eyes turned even darker as she knitted her eyebrows turning towards her brother, who at this point didn't know what to say. "Esteban, te juro que si no le dices que me hable de otra manera, la mato en su sueño." Brittany didn't understand one word of Spanish, so this little private conversation annoyed her a lot.
"Have your parents never told you it's rude to speak in a foreign language in front of people who don't understand it?" Brittany said confidently. Santana kept her mouth shut at that, waiting for her brother to say something.
"Brittany! Please come on, don't be like that! Santana we have to leave anyway, we're meeting the parents for lunch. Are you coming?" The latina looked at her brother shock written all over her face, What a douche.
"Hells no, I'm not coming!" She exclaimed looking directly in the blonde's eyes, or where she thought her eyes would be, as the blonde didn't even take her sunglasses off. And she talks about manners. Looking one last time at her brother she stormed back inside of the house, quickly climbing the stairs shutting loudly her bedroom door.
"Why didn't you tell me she was this dorky?" Brittany said in a smooth voice. Smiling slightly.
"Why did you talk to her like that? I told you she had a temper, now she'll hate you forever." Esteban said sitting back in front of Brittany, letting out a breath and smiling knowingly at his girlfriend.
"No, she won't. It's just funny that you told me she was such a bitch to everyone around her, when she couldn't even take one little comment…" Brittany said shrugging her shoulders. "I just wanted her to know that I'm not one to mess with."
Esteban smiled at that, these two girls were so much alike, and didn't even know it. "Don't worry, I think she got it. Besides look at you, I mean she's not used to being around older girls, you're 3 years older than her, and god you're so hot, AND you're my girlfriend. You had her intimidated from the start." Esteban went to sit next to his girlfriend, kissing her neck… "And you're even hotter when you're bitchy"
"Come on Esteban, don't start anything you won't finish, your parents will be waiting!" Brittany said and laughed standing up. Esteban groaned but stood up. Minutes later they were gone. Leaving Santana alone in the house.
How dare she talk to me like that? She doesn't even know me! There I was trying to be nice, because she is his girlfriend. Well, screw her. No more nice Santana.The latina thought pacing through her room, she was fuming, infuriated. Not only because this Barbie had no right to talk to her like this but also because even though it had been a long time since anybody had made her this mad, she couldn't stop thinking about the droplets of water slowly running down the blonde's body, along her neck, her breasts…disappearing in the waistband of her red bikini…Oh God.
