Author Note: This is my first fanfic so be a bit gentle on me! I'm hoping that people actually like this. This is just a little preview, if people actually like it then I'll make a real chapter. Any Quinntana haters, don't worry, this story won't be focused around them. But just give it a chance! There will be a ton of lovely Brittana fluffyness and smut smut smut. Well, enjoy :)

This isn't right.

That was all Santana could think, but still, she didn't care. She needed this more than anything in the world, she couldn't explain why, she just did. She let out a moan as the blonde girl's tongue slid across her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, willingly letting the eager tongue in. Letting her in, that's all she had been doing. Not in just a sexual manner only, the brunette obviously thought about other things apart from sex. Well, most of the time.

But she had let this beautiful blonde into her life. She told her things that she never told anyone else, she cried around her, she let herself be free and let the bitch act down. But for some reason, the other girl wouldn't do the same. She was always guarded, wanting to be loved but scared at the same time.

Santana quickly shook these thoughts off as she felt a pair of light hands trace against the small of her back.

" No...not right now. We can't do this in the locker room. " It's not like she didn't want to. She wanted nothing but to press this fragile blonde girl against the lockers and be inside her, to feel the comforting warmth wrap around her, and to feel the rush that she so needed right now. That didn't stop the other eager girl though, she knew what she wanted, and she planned on getting it. Just as Santana thought they were finally going to finish what they started, they heard the locker room door open and footsteps rapidly approached them.

Shit this so wasn't happening right now.

" Who the fu-"

" Hi! I'm Brittany " the girl exclaimed.

Oh God she was beautiful.

She had blonde waves that cascaded down her shoulders, and those eyes, oh those eyes. They we're the sharpest, yet most welcoming shade of blue she had ever seen. She was already getting lost in them.

I wonder if she's good in bed. No. She doesn't seem like that type of girl. I just want to cuddle up with her on a couch and watch disney movies. Shit what's happening to you Lopez, you're becoming soft.

She felt the girl next to her sharply slap her back, and she quickly snapped out of her fantasy of cuddling with this goddess in front of her.

" She asked you what your damn name was, Santana. "

" oh..well um I'm Santana but you probably know that and this is um..um"

" Quinn. I'm Quinn. Moron " Santana shot her a death stare, which Quinn happily shot right back

. " So are you two like together? Super cute.

" "NO. What. I'm straight! Quinn. Straight. Penis. Not vagina. Oh God, never. Lopez here though, is quite the muff muncher"

Santana couldn't believe Quinn just told the girl that she was basically a lesbian.

This couldn't get any worse.

" Oh..well, I'm Brittany. Nice to meet you two. Are you like, on the cheerios? Because some scary lady in a track suit told me I'd find you two here.. and that'd you happily help me find my uniform, and stuff. "

So she was going to be on the cheerios. I can't wait to see her in that tight skirt..oh God she must look so hot.

What was wrong with me?

I saw Quinn staring at me, recognizing that far out look. She had seen it so many times before when we were in the bedroom. We didn't do feelings, just sex.

She wished that Quinn would admit the fact that she actually liked girls, it would make the brunette's crush on her so much easier to accept.

But maybe this new girl Brittany would prove as a great distraction. Just a distraction though, no feelings.

Santana Lopez didn't do feelings.