Three's A Crowd Chapter 1
Summary: Santana, Quinn and Brittany have been best friends since they were kids. When they get older they begin experimenting their sexuality with each other. But what happens when two of them fall in love?
Warning: G!P Santana and Quinn.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Fabrittana, Brittana, Faberry, and a little Pezberry.
They met Quinn in the 3rd grade when at recess, Quinn was getting picked on by a girl about 3 times her size, Lauren Zizes. When Quinn was younger she wasn't as pleasant on the eyes as she is now. She was an overweight child with big black glasses and braces, and it didn't help that her mother dressed her in horrible sweaters to top it all off.
To be honest Zizes wasn't all that great to look at either, but she wasn't as timid as Quinn. She knew she was bigger than the other kids, and she used that to her advantage rather than let it bring her down. She was the schools bully and picked on everyone from the guys to the girls.
Santana and Brittany were playing in the sand box which was a usual occurrence for the two of them. They had dubbed it their place, and Santana had pretty much scared every other kid off, and kept them from playing in it alongside them. Some would say Santana was a bully, but mainly she's just honest and gets what she wants. She would never seek out trouble, but she never let anyone walk all over her, or prevent her from getting what she wanted. The only other thing, and the main thing she bullied other kids for was if someone was to pick on Brittany. In Santana's book, picking on her blonde best friend was worse than someone murdering another being. It didn't fly with her.
Recess was going the same as it always did. Santana sat in the box watching as Brittany unsuccessfully tried to build a sand castle. The sand was too dry and every time she'd fill a bucket up with sand, and turn it upside down it would all just run out, not taking shape.
Santana would watch with a smile, not being able to hold in a chuckle as she watched her best friend pout. "Tana! Why won't it stay?" The girl questions, folding her arms tightly over her chest as she looked up at Santana.
The brunette shakes her head with a smirk, "I told you Britt," She starts as she moves closer to her friend, "The sand is too dry. You have to put water on it. Like at the beach." Santana explains to her friends for what felt like the millionth time. Any other person she would have yelled at them and possibly hit them if she had to repeat herself more than once, but Brittany was another story. The only thing she felt was an indescribable feeling in her gut. She didn't know what the feeling was nor could she explain it, all Santana knew was that it made her happy.
Brittany lets out a huff, staring down at her failed attempt at a castle, and Santana only smiles at the girl.
A piercing cry is then heard from across the playground, and Brittany's head snaps up immediately, searching out the person behind the scream. She spots a little dirty blonde haired girl sitting in front of the swings crying.
Brittany's eyebrows furrow in confusion as she watches a bigger girl tower over the other blonde with a smirk on her face. "Tana?" Brittany asks in a small voice, her eyes still trained on the two girls on the other side of the playground. Santana lets out a humming noise, acknowledging the girls mention of her name, but doesn't look up from where she's digging a hole in the sand box. "I think that girl is being mean to that other girl." Brittany says innocently, looking back over at Santana.
The brunette looks up from her hole to meet Brittany's eyes, and the blonde girl simply points over to the other two girls on the other side of the playground. "So?" Santana questions with a shrug, before turning her attention back to her hole.
A pout forms on Brittany's lips as she watches the bigger girl pull of the blonde's glasses and toss them carelessly behind the smaller girl with a laugh. "Tana go do something." Brittany commands in a soft voice. She looks back over at her best friend who looks up at her uninterested. "Please. She's sad." Brittany adds, giving Santana her best puppy dog pout.
Santana looks back over at the two girls on the other side of the playground, then back at Brittany. She gives the blonde a stern look, but Brittany continues pouting as they have a staring contest. Santana of course breaks first and lets out a heavy sigh, before standing up from the sand box. She pats off the sand and steps out, walking over towards them, Brittany following closely behind her.
Long story short, Santana beat the crap out of Zizes, although the bigger girl did get a few hits and a couple bites in. The fight got broken up by a teacher a couple minutes after it had begun and both girls had been escorted to the nurse and the principal.
The principals office was nothing new to Santana. She'd spent a lot of time there in her few years of school. She was a regular, and the principal hadn't been surprised upon seeing the brunette being escorted into her office. She simply sighed and picked up her phone dialing Santana's mother.
Santana makes her way back out to the playground with only a couple minutes of recess left, and Brittany immediately runs over to the girl, a scared look on her face, "Are you okay?" The blonde questions worriedly, grabbing Santana's shoulders, and giving her a quick up down, checking to make sure she was all in once piece.
Santana simply smirks and nods her head. Brittany should be used to Santana getting into fights, and going to the principle's office, but she still freaked out every time it happened. "Fine." Santana responds with a shrug, trying to pass it off as if it were no big deal.
Movement behind Brittany catches Santana's eye and she sees the little girl who she'd stood up for, walking towards them. "I'm sorry for getting you into trouble." The little girl says shyly, looking down at the ground. She pushes her now broken glasses up on her nose, still looking down at the grass beneath them, afraid to make eye contact with the feisty Latina.
"I don't care." Santana says with a shrug once again trying to act cool, and brush it off.
"Well, thank you, for standing up for me." the blonde says with a small smile, finally glancing up to meet Santana's eyes.
Santana rolls her eyes at the girl and let's out a huff, "I didn't do it for you." She replies looking away from the blonde girl who's sincere eyes were making her uncomfortable. She didn't do these cheesy sweet and emotional moments. She glances over at Brittany who gives her a smile, before she looks back at the other blonde with an even bigger grin.
The bell rings and Santana had never been so thankful in her life. Normally she'd be mumbling the bad words she'd heard her father say under her breath, not wanting to go back inside. But right now sitting in a classroom listening to her teacher lecture sounded way better than sitting here having this conversation with this girl, she didn't even know.
"I'm Brittany." The blonde says smiling brightly at the other blonde.
"I'm Quinn." The girl responds giving Brittany a smile just as bright.
Brittany turns to look at Santana who was just staring at them with no intention of introducing herself, but her best friend gives her that look, and all she can do is roll her eyes, "Santana." She mumbles, folding her arms over her chest. She turns to walk back inside the building the two girls following behind her, and she hears Brittany suggest, 'You should play with us tomorrow.' Santana scoffs at the thought, but doesn't say anything, because what Brittany wanted; Brittany got.
That day the unholy trinity was born.
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The three of them had just started their freshman year in high school, and had just recently made the cheerleading team, which here was called the cheerio's.
They were all going through changes in their lives at this age, but the one thing they knew for sure was that they would continue to be best friends, and that would never change. However Santana was going through some changes, that neither Brittany or Quinn would know about nor understood, or that's how she felt anyway.
Santana was born with the male genitalia but was all woman otherwise. She didn't even have both down there, she was strictly male when you looked down there, although looking at her face, and the rest of her body, you'd never know it.
Brittany knew of Santana's 'condition', as her mother liked to call it, but Quinn did not. It wasn't that Santana didn't trust Quinn, or feel that Quinn was any less of her best friend. She hadn't even told Brittany about it. They had had been together constantly since they were babies and the blonde just knew about it, because growing up bathing together makes it kind of hard to miss. And with Brittany growing up knowing about it; it was normal.
The brunette didn't really like talking about it, and she was just too embarrassed to broach the subject with Quinn, or anyone for that matter. Although Brittany knew about it, they still didn't talk about it. The blonde had brought it up a couple of times, but Santana had quickly ended the conversation growing uncomfortable with it.
Although everyone all of her life had preached to her that there was nothing wrong with her, and that she was just the same as everyone else, she knew that was incorrect. She was different and she knew that. She was used to the appendage she had down there, and it wasn't that she was disgusted by it, she just didn't like to let other people know she was different. And now at the age of 14, she was starting to go through puberty, and everything in her world felt like it was changing.
The worst part of the whole thing was getting random boners in random situations, at things that shouldn't even turn her on. She had some special underwear that was given to her to help hide it while she was in school or in public places, but they were extremely uncomfortable, and until now hiding it hadn't been a problem. With all of her hormones wacky now, she'll be sitting in class, and randomly get a hard on, not knowing what the cause of it was.
She'd recently discovered though, that she mainly gets them around Brittany, Quinn or during cheerio's practice which confused her immensely. She never got them around the football team, or at any sports games while she was watching guys, which is where she should be turned on, no she got them with her best friends. Stupid out of whack hormones.
The girls were currently sitting on Santana's bed lazily looking through countless magazines that were now strewn all across the room. Santana had her back against the headboard with her legs stretched out in front of her; a magazine on her lap. Brittany was next to her lying on her stomach with a magazine on the bed in front of her, and Quinn sat with her legs crisscrossed at the foot of the bed, and the magazine lying across her legs.
"Ryan Reynolds is so hot." Brittany says with a wide smile, studying one of the photos in her magazine. She holds it up to show the other two girls the shirtless picture of him, and they smile and nod in agreement.
The room falls into another silence, the only noise heard was the flipping of magazine pages, and the crunch of a bag of chips Santana had in between her and Brittany. The brunette continued to scan through the pages quickly, growing bored with the activity. She let's out a sigh, and stuffs another handful of lays potato chips into her mouth, and glances over at her best friends who were absorbed in their own magazines.
The tosses her finished one back into the pile with the other's and reaches for another one. She was growing tired of this, but there was really nothing else to do, and her friends seemed to be enjoying themselves just fine. She skims through the magazine, stopping when she comes across a photo of Katy Perry. Looking the photo over, she feels her member twitch inside of her pants, making her eyes widen. She quickly closes the magazine, and tosses it into the pile, "Can we please do something else?" She asks with an exasperated sigh.
Quinn and Brittany both look up slightly startled by the break of silence, and the Latina's outburst. "What do you want to do instead?" Quinn asks tossing her magazine into the pile also as Brittany continued reading over hers.
Santana exhales through her nose and bites on her lip, trying to come up with anything to do other than look at these tabloids. "I don't know, but I'm bored." She finally says with a shrug, throwing her head back against the headboard.
Quinn bites her lip and looks down at the bedspread beneath her, and begins toying with a loose stitch. "Well, I kind of have something I wanted to talk to you guys about." Quinn says hesitantly, not bringing her eyes up to look at either one of them.
Brittany finally looks up from her magazine, and turns her head to look at Santana, giving her a curious look before looking back to Quinn, "What is it Q?" Brittany asks with concern. She could tell her best friend was nervous about something.
Quinn looks up to meet Brittany's eyes before looking over to Santana then back down at the bedspread. She takes in a deep breath, letting her shoulders rise and drop, "Have you guys ever kissed anyone?" She asks curiously, her eyes slowly moving back up to look at her two friends.
Santana just about chokes on a chip, and coughs a few times before looking over at the blonde. "No, I think we would have told you Q." Santana replies with a shrug. She knew it was probably pathetic to be in high school now, and to have never kissed anyone, but it was the truth. She knew if anyone was to find out about it at school her status would be down quick, but she trusted Brittany and Quinn. She could be herself with them, and not the bitch act she kept up at school. "Right Britt?" She asks, turning her attention to the other blonde.
Brittany simply shrugs her shoulders at the question, "I have." She replies, making both Santana and Quinn's eyes just about pop out of their heads.
"What?" Santana asks, unbelievingly. "Why haven't you told us? Who did you kiss?" She asks, about a million questions, one after the other before waiting to have the other answered. She couldn't deny that she was hurt Brittany had kissed someone and hadn't told her. She was her best friend, and they were supposed to tell each other everything.
"Puck." Brittany replies looking up at Santana. "It was at a party a couple of weeks ago." She adds with a shrug as if it were no big deal.
Santana feels rage boil inside of her at this information, and a new hatred for Puck takes over body. She wasn't exactly sure why she was feeling this way, but she was. She had been talking to Puck at that party, and maybe it was jealousy because she wanted to kiss him? That had to be it. Or maybe she was just betrayed that Brittany hadn't told her. "Why didn't you tell us Britt?" Santana asks once again in an angry tone.
The blonde looks slightly caught of guard with Santana's tone, and the Latina softens her gaze, not wanting Brittany to think she was mad at her. She wasn't mad at her, she was just…she doesn't know.
"I didn't think it was that big of a deal. We drank and ended up making out. It wasn't special, it didn't mean anything." She explains, puling herself up on the bed, sitting cross-legged.
Santana takes in a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions and not lash out at her best friend. She didn't know why she was so upset about this, she didn't even like Puck. I mean sure he was attractive, but he was a douche bag. She just wanted to drop the topic, and act like it never happened.
"What was it like?" Quinn asks with a smile, leaning closer to Brittany to show her interest in the conversation, making Santana mentally smack her forehead. She really did not want to hear about Brittany and Puck making out, and the wistful look Quinn had in her eyes made her want to punch the girl in the face.
Brittany closes the magazine on her lap and tosses it into the pile with a shrug. "I don't know." She says vaguely making the other blonde frown, obviously not happy with the response. "I mean, I don't know how to explain it. It was nice I guess."
Quinn nods her head, understanding that Brittany couldn't explain it, but still slightly disappointed. "There is this boy that I want to kiss." She says shyly, looking down at her lap.
This catches Santana's attention and she looks up from the magazine she'd been pretending to look at during their conversation, and over at Quinn. "Who?" She asks, making both blondes turn in Santana's direction. She had the same feeling she'd had earlier when Brittany was talking about Puck, and this time she was sure it was just because Quinn hadn't ever mentioned anything about liking a boy, and she felt betrayed by her best friends.
Quinn smiles shyly, and looks down at her lap, picking at her socks, "Finn." She responds quietly.
A grimace takes over Santana's features, and a wide smile on Brittany's. "Gross," Santana says, not even attempting to hide her distaste. "He's freakishly tall and awkward." She responds, giving Quinn a sour face. She feels Brittany hit her leg, and she looks up at the blue eyed girl who was giving her a stern look that always meant, be nice.
"He's cute." Quinn shrugs, feeling even more self conscious than before, about her confession. "And he's nice." She adds.
Santana rolls her eyes at the statement, thankful that Quinn wasn't looking at her, because there was no holding it back. "You should totally kiss him." She hears Brittany say, and both Quinn and Santana snap their heads in Brittany's direction.
"I don't know…I couldn't…." Quinn says, shaking her head, as a blush takes over her cheeks. She looks up to meet Brittany's eyes and the blonde gives her a confused look, tilting her head to the side, asking her 'why not', through her eyes. "I don't know how, and what if I'm like bad at it…"
"I can show you." Brittany suggests with a wide smile.
Quinn and Santana's eyes both widen in surprise at her suggestion and they look to one another before looking back at Brittany. "Brittany, come on. This isn't some cliche movie. Girls don't actually do that." Santana finally says rolling her eyes.
Brittany tilts her head to the side, and she frowns at Santana. "It's not a big deal Santana. It's just kissing." She says, before looking over to Quinn who's eyes were still wide, and her mouth hanging slightly open. "Quinn what do you say?" She asks with a smirk and she could see the other blonde swallow hard.
"I-I don't know Britt." Quinn replies, snapping back into reality. The shock of the question was still evident on her face, no matter how hard she tried to collect herself. "I mean, we're friends, it's not a big deal right?" She asks, glancing over at Santana who rolled her eyes, before fixating her eyes back on Brittany who was smiling widely.
"Right." She confirms with a firm head nod. "It'll be fun." She adds, scooting herself closer to Quinn. The other blonde copies Brittany's actions and moves in closer to Brittany with a shy smile on her face.
A scoff is heard from the other side of the bed, but both girls just ignore it, "Seriously? You guys are going to make out? You're girls! This is anything but normal." Santana says firmly, folding her arms over her chest. Santana hears a quiet and distant, 'it's not a big deal' slip out of one of their mouths, but she couldn't tell who's it came from.
The Latina watches as the two of them move in closer to one another, and can't believe they were actually doing this. She felt like she was watching some teenage boys wet dream. This was how porno's started out. She rolls her eyes at the two girls and looks back down at her magazine, not wanting to actually witness this.
She hears their lips meet and feels her heart begin beating faster in her chest. Resisting the urge to look up at the two of them she bites down on her lip so hard, she was pretty sure she was about to be drawing blood. She hears one of them let out a small moan making her look up at the two girls before she could even think about it. She sees the kiss had turned into a full fledged makeup session. Quinn's arms were wrapped around Brittany's neck and Brittany's hands were slowly traveling up Quinn's thighs. Santana feels her cock twitching once again at the sight.
She closes her eyes tightly, trying to erase the images of her best friends kissing from her brain, but they wouldn't go away. She swallows hard and takes in a deep breath trying to control the feelings that were taking over her body. Feelings she was very familiar with but feelings she was still not sure as to why she was getting, especially watching her two best friends; girl best friends, make out.
She feels her pants growing tight, and she looks down at her lap where she notices a very noticeable bulge in her pants, making her eyes widen. She quickly lies the magazines over her lap, looking back to her friends, to make sure they had noticed, but of course they were too wrapped up in kissing to notice anything else around them.
She feels her cock growing even harder in her pants as she watches the two of them, and quickly makes the decision that she needs to get out of there. She gets off the bed, and mumbles, "I'll be right back." Before running out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
She closes the door behind her and leans heavily up against it, taking in deep breaths. Her pants were growing unbelievably tight, so she reaches down and unzips her jeans sliding them down along with her underwear freeing her cock, making her let out a sigh of relief.
She looks down at her large member, and shakes her head. She still couldn't understand how this damn thing worked. It obviously had a mind of its own, and a boys mind, because I mean come on, she wasn't turned on by her two best friends making out.
She moves over to the toilet, and puts the lid down before sitting on top of it. Leaning over she grabs a bottle of lotion from under the cabinet and squirts a little bit in her hand. She'd been having to do this often as of late. She must have been going through puberty or something, because she would get hard-on's at the most random times. She'd at first just waited out the erection as painful as it was, because she'd been scared to actually masturbate. She obviously had gotten over that.
Santana rubs the lotion in her hands before wrapping her left hand around the base of her cock. Slowly she starts stroking her hand up and down, letting her head fall back as a pleasurable sigh escapes her lips.
Images of Brittany and Quinn kissing on her bed began flooding her mind, and her hand begins to work a little faster. She tries as hard as she can to get those images out of her mind, but they were like a tattoo; permanent.
She sees Brittany's hands slowly sliding up Quinn's smooth thigh, the tops of her fingers disappearing under her red cheerio's skirt, and can't from letting a whimper escape her lips. She moves her hand to the tip, squeezing it a few times, before moving to stroke the entire length at a growing pace. She could feel herself getting close, and though sometimes she liked to extend this, right now she just wanted to cum, before Brittany or Quinn were knocking on the bathroom door to see what she was doing.
Her hand begins moving at a rapid pace, and a strangled moan slips out of her throat as she feels her release quickly approaching. The sounds Quinn and Brittany were making earlier are playing on repeat in her head, and before she knows it, she's cuming; hard. "Fuck…" She moans out as she continues stroking her huge dick, milking every last drop she had.
Once the last drop of cum squirts out, she lets her left hand drop down to her thigh, and lies back, trying to catch her breath. After about a minute, she opens her eyes, and picks her head up and spots the mess she'd made on the floor.
With a sigh she stands up from her spot and pulls her jeans back up, adjusting herself. She grabs a towel and wets it before cleaning up her little mess on the floor. Thankfully the flooring was tile, and it cleaned up easily. She rinses the towel off in the sink, not wanting her mother take hold of the towel covered in her jizz, then throws it in the hamper.
She washes her hands and takes a quick look at herself in the mirror, before walking back towards her bedroom. She opens her bedroom door and sees Brittany lying down on her back with her feet up against the wall looking at another magazine, but there was no Quinn. "Where did Q go?" Santana asks curiously.
Brittany tilts her head back and smiles at Santana before sitting up, and turning to face her. "She said she had to go." The blonde replies with a shrug. She tosses her magazine into the pile and looks up smiling brightly at her best friend.
Santana's eyebrows furrow at the revelation. "She was supposed to be spending the night." She says, moving over to sit on the bed. "What happened?" She questions, looking at Brittany confused.
The blonde simply shrugs her shoulders once again, leaning over to grab some chips, "We were making out and then she pulled away and said she had to go." Brittany says with a frown. "You don't think I'm that bad of a kisser do you?" The blonde asks, her eyes widening at the thought.
Santana smiles slightly, and shakes her head, "Of course not B." Santana assures her, placing her hand on the blonde's thigh comfortingly. "I'll give her a call in a little while." Santana informs the blonde, before taking her place back up against the headboard.
Her mind was reeling with millions of different thoughts. First of all she couldn't understand what had come over Quinn. She had been all into the idea of kissing Brittany at first so what had made her freak out? Maybe she liked it too much? Of course not, Quinn isn't gay; none of them are.
Santana feels a weight on her shoulder and looks down to see Brittany next to her with her head on her shoulder. Santana smiles and reaches out taking Brittany's pinkie and hooking it with her own. "Are you okay?" The blonde asks, tilting her head to look at Santana who gives her a confused look. "You ran out of here pretty quickly." She explains, resting her head back on the Latina's shoulder.
Santana inhales deeply, and licks her lips, before replying, "I'm okay. I just had to pee really bad." She says with a laugh, and although she can't see Brittany she can feel her smiling.
The girls fall into a comfortable silence, and Santana reaches over and grabs the remote on her nightstand and switches on the TV. She flips through just about every channel before finally landing on Spongebob which earns a squeal from Brittany, making her laugh. "I liked kissing Quinn." Brittany says after a brief silence, making Santana pick her head up from where it had been resting on top of Brittany's, and look down at her.
"Brittany, that's gross." Santana says with distaste, her face turning sour. "You aren't supposed to like kissing Quinn." Santana adds in a firm tone.
The blonde lifts her head up off of Santana's shoulder and turns towards her, "Why does it matter?" She asks curiously, not understanding why she couldn't like kissing Quinn. The blonde's lips were soft, and gentle and she tasted like berries.
"Because Britt, she's a girl." Santana replies instantly like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You are supposed to like boys." She adds as she shifts in her spot. Her pinkie unlinks with Brittany's and she feels herself growing extremely uncomfortable with this conversation.
"I don't have to like boys." Brittany responds, sitting up straight. She turns her body towards Santana and crosses her legs over one another. "I can like girls. Maybe I'm lebanese." She says, her eyebrows scrunching up and her head tilting to the side as she thinks this over.
Santana rolls her eyes, "Brittany you're dutch." Santana responds without a second thought. The blonde gives her an even more confused look and Santana's eyes widen with realization, "You mean a lesbian? You think you might be a lesbian?" She asks hesitantly.
The blonde smiles, and nods her head, "Yeah that's what I said." She confirms, but then her smile fades and her eyebrows scrunch back together, "But I did like kissing Puck too." She adds as an afterthought. She lets out a frustrated sigh, this was all getting too confusing for her. Why did people have to have labels?
"Brittany, you aren't a lesbian." Santana tells her firmly, almost as if she was saying, you can't be. "Kissing is kissing, just because you liked kissing Quinn doesn't mean you like her or girls for that matter.
Brittany pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and stares at Santana for a good few minutes, letting her words sink in. Finally she nods her head accepting this, and moves back to her previous position, lying her head against Santana's shoulder.
Santana lets out a sigh of relief, happy that was over. She rests her head back on Brittany's and turns her attention back to the television show.
"If I was lebanese, would you still be my friend?" Brittany asks quietly, once again catching Santana off guard. The brunette's eyes widen and the swallows thickly, glad that Brittany wasn't looking at her to see the look of complete horror on her face.
"Of course." Santana replies after a brief pause, "But you aren't so don't worry about it." She adds quickly, and she feels Brittany nod against her shoulder.
Santana wasn't a homophobe; okay that was sort of a lie. It wasn't that she thought being gay was wrong, because whatever, she didn't care what other people did in the privacy of their own home. It just wasn't her cup of tea. Okay so that was a lie, but she didn't want it to be her cup of tea. She'd been having thoughts recently, thoughts she shouldn't be having, about other girls.
They were going into High school and while all the other girls were beginning to develop feelings for boys, she wasn't. She'd tried with all her might to be attracted to a guy, or for a guy to turn her on, but no. The only thing that seemed to get her going was the beautiful soft skin and curves of a woman.
She blamed that thing between her legs. It had a boys mind, and her own mind couldn't control it. It made her hormones all wacky, because really she wasn't attracted to girls. She couldn't be. This was Lima Ohio, and it just wasn't acceptable. There was that one gay kid at her school; Kurt, and he was bullied constantly. That couldn't be her; or Brittany. No matter what feelings she had, or what feelings Brittany had, she wouldn't let either of them act on them.
"You've never thought about kissing a girl?" Brittany asks, from her spot on the brunette's shoulder.
Santana closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, keeping herself in check. The last thing she needed was to snap at Brittany. "No." She answers simply in a low voice. "I haven't." Lies.
The blonde simply hums in response against Santana's shoulder, "I've thought about kissing you." The blonde says, making Santana's head snap up off of Brittany's.
Santana's eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hair line. She feels a twitch in her pants at the thought of herself and Brittany kissing, but she quickly pushes that image out, or at least attempts to. Suddenly she is very aware of Brittany's breath on her neck, and the smell of her shampoo in her nostrils.
Images of the two of them making out enter her mind once again and she snaps her eyes shut, trying to will those pictures out of her hand. She breathes in deeply, slowly, trying to think of anything else but Brittany's soft lips on hers.
She feels movement against her side, and looks down at Brittany to see the blonde adjusting her position. Her eyes then travel down to her lap where she once again sees a huge bulge in her jeans. Fuck. She mentally curses at herself, or more so at that thing, for popping up at the most inappropriate times. She felt like a damn teenage boy, getting hard on's over the smallest things. It was like she had no control over it.
"San?" She hears Brittany's sweet voice ask, snapping her out of her trance. She looks over where she sees the blonde eyeing her curiously, and she quickly grabs a magazine placing it over her lap to cover her boner, hoping Brittany hadn't already seen it.
The brunette swallows hard, and looks over at Brittany who was giving her a curious gaze. "I'm sorry." Santana apologizes shaking her head, trying to clear her head. "Can we please just talk about something else." She asks pleadingly. "Or just watch spongebob?" She suggests, her eyes glancing briefly at the cartoon still playing on her television.
Brittany eyes Santana briefly before nodding her head with a smile. She takes her place next to Santana and lies her head on the brunette's shoulder once again, wrapping her pinkie around the brunette's.
Santana lets out a sigh of relief, and lets her eyes fall closed, and her bed thud against the headboard. Taking in deep breaths she tries focusing on something sad; something anything other than Brittany lying so close to her, breathing on her.
Dead puppies.
Coach Bieste and Coach Sylvester doing it.
Mr. Shue masturbating to one of his vests.
Santana looks down at her lap, and slowly tilts the magazine up, but there is still a noticeable bulge in her pants. Damn. Sighing to herself she opens her eyes back up and focuses on the TV. She'd just have to wait this one out.
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