Pairing: (AU) Brittany Pierce & Santana Lopez
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4K
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its affiliated places.
A/N: This came to me when I was half asleep trying to wake up one morning
Brittany S. Pierce and Noah 'Puck' Puckerman had come to know one another because they had a mutual friend by the name of Rachel Berry. She was Brittany's childhood friend and Puck's Jew Princess who he had met through a gym membership.
Brittany had yet to join their gym because she already had a membership elsewhere, and really enjoyed the familiarity of the machines and people. Change and new places are something that the blonde wasn't too keen on.
But once her usual gym was forced to shut down (by reasons she was never told) she begrudgingly took up Puck's offer, she would go to the gym once, as Puck's guest, just to get a feel for it. And if she didn't like it, she wouldn't be forced to continue going.
This brings her to Saturday morning, when Brittany found Puck waiting on her apartment stoop after she came back from her early morning jog. Brittany popped the ear buds out of place, grinning at the man and asking, "Sup Puck?" And giggled softly, bouncing from foot to foot, runner's high keeping her in a giddy mood.
He gave her a smile back, letting his eyes drift over her exposed legs. Brittany was tall, and it was a cliché to say but her legs really did go on for miles, and the girl had no qualms about showing them off, like right now with her tiny running shorts.
She giggled softly, waving her hand in his face, exclaiming, "Puck!"
He grinned at her, finally standing up and running a hand through his neatly trimmed Mohawk. "Sorry," he said with a deep chuckle. Brittany flicked her wrist as if to brush off his leering, and waited for him to explain why he was here. "You do realize it's Saturday right?"
She tilted her head to the side, "Yeah, I know. I always go for a run on Saturdays… But I don't know why you're here now."
Puck rolled his eyes, "Today you're coming to the gym with me!"
"Oh!" Brittany snapped, "I knew that I forgot to write something down in my planner." She pouted at him. "You should have reminded me yesterday.."
"I did," he smirked down at her.
She rolled her eyes and pushed past him, "Alright, come on up and I'll get my stuff together."
Puck pulled into the parking lot and Brittany leaned over, turning the volume down on the blasting radio so she could hear herself ask, "Is this the place?"
"Yup! Don't let the outside fool ya, Blondie, this place is great. And I bet everyone's already here."
"Everyone?" She asked as he cut the engine.
Puck nodded, "Yeah, what you think I only have you and Rach as friends?"
Brittany giggled, smirking, "Well," but stopped when Puck stuck his tongue out at her.
"Alright, don't answer that honestly." But he grinned at her a second later and grabbed his bag from the back seat saying, "C'mon, let's go inside so I can show you the ropes."
Brittany rolled her eyes, hopping out of the car and throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Puck, it's a gym, I know how things work."
Puck laughed deeply, locking up the car and guiding Brittany inside the establishment. Once they were in the small lobby Brittany swiveled her head around, trying to catch glimpses of all the machines they offered. So far it just looked like a lot of treadmills and ellipticals, and—Oh! There was Rachel!
Brittany waved her hand calling out softly, so as not to disturb any of the others, "Rach!"
The Brunette was too focused on her workout, ear-buds firmly set in her ears, probably blasting show-tunes as she sang under her breath. Puck put his hand on Brittany's shoulder saying, "Don't bother yet, Britt, she can't hear you from over here."
Brittany nodded and they made their way to the front desk where she filled out a guest form. The manager asked if she wanted a tour but Puck said that he'd take care of it. He led her to their friend first, and once the tall blonde was in sight, Rachel let out a screech of, "Britt!" which drew the attention of everyone nearby.
The sudden attention had the blonde blushing, even as Rachel jumped off her machine and hurled herself at the leggy dancer for a bone crushing hug. "Hey, Rach!"
Another blonde who had been on the elliptical next to Rachel made her way over. And after the brunette stopped hugging Brittany, the girl extended her hand saying, "So you're the famous Brittany we all keep hearing about. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, my name is Quinn Fabray."
Brittany took her hand with a huge grin, shaking it, saying, "Brittany S. Pierce, nice to meet you." She glanced between Rachel and Puck before saying, "I hope they've only said good things about me." She giggled, letting go of Quinn's hand.
The short-haired blonde laughed lightly, Brittany thought she seemed sweet. "Oh of course, nothing but the best. I hear you're a talented dancer actually, so maybe you could show me a few tips some time."
Brittany's cheeks heated up from the praise as she laughed nervously. "Thanks, and yeah, I love helping people out, so like if you're up for it I'm totally in." She flashed a bright smile. It didn't hurt that Quinn was really pretty, like the kind of pretty that angel would be, it made her look fragile and graceful. It was no secret to Brittany's friends that she was bisexual, but she didn't wave it in anyone's face. She didn't like seeing anyone getting upset over the fact of her sexual orientation.
When Brittany zoned back in, Quinn was giggling and grinning bashfully at her. The dancer grinned back until Puck cut in. "Alright, I'll finish giving Britt a tour, then you girls can get to gossiping and whatever."
Brittany rolled her eyes and threw a wave over her shoulder as Puck led her away. She watched as the two girls climbed back on the elliptical machines, and it seemed like Rachel was berating Quinn for something. Puck drew her attention away by stating, "Here's the women's locker room, drop off your bag and change. And be quick, I'm not waiting around all day for you," he told her with a smirk.
"'Kay," Brittany grinned, before skipping inside.
She quickly found an empty locker and shed her cut-off sweatpants and tee, disposing them into the locker. She rifled through her bag to find her iPod and arm strap while subtly glancing around at the few scattered women. The one thing Brittany loved about gyms was that women who attended were never shy with their bodies, they strut in the buff from their lockers to the showers, chatting idly with a friend or gym buddy. It was a pleasant difference from high school where girls had been strict about keeping towels on bodies until completely away from other eyes, and slipping in or out of clothes while still covered. But still, Brittany made sure to keep her leering to a minimum, never wanting any conflict.
When she made her way out, Puck was waiting patiently for her with a smile. "Ready?" He asked and she was quick to nod, eager to find all this gym had to offer. According to Rachel and Puck it was the best ever, but she'd be the judge of that.
Puck lead her into a section past the lockers, away from where Quinn and Rachel were, revealing the more muscle based machines. The other room was focused on cardio with treadmills, ellipticals, jump ropes and exercise bands. Here were the big guns though. Brittany grinned as Puck slowly walked her around the large room, her eyes darting every which way. Puck pointed out along the back wall was the free weight area with dumbells and barbells, and scattered all around were a variety of upper and lower body machines, as well as abdominal exercise equipment. He poked his head into one of the doors on the left wall, flourishing his hand, and Brittany peeked in to see a yoga class being instructed. The next room had medicine balls and small free weights. Her body buzzed with excitement and she asked, "Where do you want to start?"
"You don't want to go back to Rach and Quinn?"
"Oh, yeah. Guess we can get into the groove with some cardio first."
"Don't let your excitement get the best of you Britt. You better stretch and warm up real good. Gotta keep that knee from making a bad come back."
Brittany blushed under his concern and she nudged his arm with her fist, walking back to where their friends still were. Brittany hated being reminded of her knee. It had been a stupid accident that had gotten her injured. She'd been joking around with her male dance partner, just dancing for the hell of it. They performed a jump together and his hold around her had prevented her from landing correctly, leaving her with a torn meniscus. It hadn't hurt right away but after dancing on it for a week and a half she realized her knee was constantly locking up and even walking was uncomfortable.
She cried when the doctor told her she had to get corrective surgery. Stupidly she's postponed it, and decided to merely take it easy on herself. She didn't want to be out of commission for over six weeks.
After joining Rachel and Quinn on the ellipticals for a twenty minute warm up, and chit chatting to get to know the other blonde better, the friends made their way to the other room. For Rachel and Quinn it was a leg day, Brittany nearly joined them, if it hadn't been for Puck's incredulous stare. So instead the blonde dancer found herself spotting her friend as he bench pressed. She was egging him on and rooting quietly as he continued to pump iron, when she felt the familiar sensation of eyes on her body. Brittany shifted on her feet for a moment before chancing a glance around the room.
It wasn't packed but there were people scattered throughout. She checked on Rachel and Quinn for a moment to see them totally absorbed in their workout, before narrowing her eyes and continuing her search. Her attention was caught by the pair in the right corner closest to herself. A guy with curly black hair was holding a punching bag and coaching a female as she threw punch after punch at the bag. Brittany paused to admire the Latina's small but very feminine figure. Her voluptuous breasts were encased tightly in a dark red bra, which Brittany realized was only dark because the girl was working up a sweat. Her dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail which swayed with her movements. From this angle it drew attention to her defined shoulder muscles, which were on clear display to Brittany as her back was mostly turned towards her. The tan slope eased down to a firm looking backside, with a pair of dimples just above her booty shorts. Brittany watched her footwork, quick assured steps bouncing around in sneakers, with knee high socks hiding her toned calves.
Brittany giggled silently to herself, wondering how someone can look so adorable yet fierce at the same time. She glanced upwards and caught sight of mocha eyes through the mirror, causing her to freeze. This was who'd been staring at her, she was sure of it. Those dark eyes were nearly predatorily as they slowly ran up and down Brittany's body through the reflection, without ever breaking stride with her punches.
The blonde jumped in shock as the Latina suddenly was swinging her leg up against the bag and turning to lean a hand on it, smirking over her shoulder and looking her right in the eye. Immediately Brittany dropped her own gaze to her friend below her, only to find him grinning like a fool up at her. "I see Santana has made her presence known?"
"Santana?"
"That fine Latina specimen right there I saw you checking out. I called your name like three times to say we can move on, but you were distracted," he chuckled, bringing himself to a sitting position. "Let's say hi." He was walking towards the other woman before Brittany could even react.
Santana was nodding her head, listening to the man with her as he talked fast and quietly. Puck slapped his hand to her shoulder and Brittany can see the way she straightens her back defensively before stiffly turning her head towards the person and upon recognizing Puck she deflates, if only slightly.
The blonde linger back, letting the two hug briefly and chat, before she's getting a tug by the shoulder and being forced between Puck and the Latina who's eyeing her hungrily. Wait what? "And this is my friend Britt. That's Blaine, he's a boxing trainer and this is Santana, one of my closest friends."
"Brittany S. Pierce," she introduces herself with a smile, extending her hand for a shake first to Blaine, then to Santana. Blaine shake's firmly and Santana barely holds onto her fingers before she's letting go.
"So you're the blonde bombshell Puck keeps raving about?" She asks with a teasing smirk.
Brittany finds her cheeks heating up and she ducks her head bashfully, "I guess so?"
"Jeez, with the way Puckerman talked about you, I thought you'd have more of a backbone."
With that challenge Brittany lifted her eyes and stared straight into mocha orbs. "You don't know me at all," Brittany politely reminded the other woman, "Let's go Puck." She nudged the taller man to move.
Before they could get a few steps away, Blaine is quick to say, "Nice to meet you Brittany, I hope you enjoy the gym."
She flashes a sweet smile, then darts her eyes to his side to see Santana with a lopsided smirk curling at her lips. Brittany scoffs lightly and leads Puck to an abdominal exercise machine. "Britt, what was that about?"
The blonde huffs as she changes the incline on the slant board before situating herself on it. "She was very quick to make judgments. I didn't like it." She explained shortly, already beginning to rise and fall steadily, eyes closed as she focused on the ways her muscles moved through the motions of each sit-up.
"She was just trying to get a rise outta you, it's what she does," he tells her through a laugh.
"Not the best way to make a good first impression," she exhales.
"She's not the best at making friends."
"I can tell."
From anyone else Puck would take that as an insult towards his Latina friend, but he knew Brittany was just being her honest self, instead of making a jab at Santana. "Don't stay on there for too long like that, you'll make yourself pass out."
"That's why you're here, Puck," she reminded him, peeking open an eye and flashing a dazzling smile, "When the veins in my forehead start bulging, rip me off here."
He shook his head and chuckled under his breath, "You're too much, Pierce."
"Thanks," she said sweetly, before closing her eyes again and continuing.
Brittany hit the lat pull-down next. As she brought the bar down to her chest and released a breath she could feel the strain in her back muscles and biceps. She hummed in content before slowly standing and letting the bar go back up on the rope. She leaned forward and added just a little more weight.
Yet again she felt shivers creep up her back. All through working her abs she had felt it and focused on not looking around for the dark-haired source of the leering. But now after taking a swig from her water bottle, she let herself look. Santana was still with Blaine, but had moved on to the mat beside the punching bag and her was holding down her feet as she did an assortment of crunches and movements to keep her core strong.
Their eyes locked and Brittany watched another wicked smile curl at those plump lips. She shook her head and turned to Puck, "Does she ever stop leering?"
Puck chuckled under his breath, glancing back at Santana to see her gaze still focused on the blonde beside him. "Guess not."
Brittany rolled her eyes and pulled the bar back down to her chest as she sat. She released a deep breath before beginning her first set, eyes focused on the reflection of the brunette.
"She's kind of like a hawk." Brittany tilted her head slightly, and after a moment of thought changed her assessment. "No, more like a Lioness. Very in charge, very fierce and graceful when she stalks her prey."
Puck chuckled deeply at her side, "Go ever to her and talk again."
Brittany shook her head slowly, "No. When she wants me, she'll come get me." She caught Santana's stare through the mirror and smiled sweetly, internally grinning as a bottom lip disappeared into Santana's mouth, released moments later, but teeth desperately biting into it before Santana's eyelids hid dark orbs from sight.
Brittany closed her eyes as well, grinning as the burn of her workout slowly crept into her muscles.
As a warm down Puck and Brittany head to the treadmills for a briskly paced jog. While they're calming down they chat idly about the kinds of working out they'd done today, glad with the routine they had accomplished. Brittany knew she'd be feeling sore in her abs and back tomorrow after this.
"I think I like this gym," Brittany said with a grin.
Puck smirked back at her, "You like the gym, or the people?"
"Both," she smiled, bright blue eyes lingering across the way. Rachel, Quinn and Santana were on the spinners facing out the window.
Puck rolled his eyes and nudged her from where he stood, jerking his head towards the girls, "You definitely like the view though, yeah?"
Brittany giggled softly, nodding. Her eyes were drawn directly to Santana's firm back side as she lifted herself slightly off the seat to increase her speed. Brittany chewed her lip, eyes shamelessly eating up the sight before her, tan thighs and calves clenching and working effortlessly. She licked her lips.
"Pierce," Puck called for the third time, finally drawing the blonde's attention, "Let's hit the showers."
She nodded, slowly getting off her machine, as Puck made his way towards the other girls. Brittany came up behind him moments later, Rachel was busy hugging Puck, so Brittany went up to Quinn, saying brightly, "It was great meeting you, hopefully I'll see more of you now that I'll be a member."
Quinn threw a mega-watt smile, "That's great, what changed your mind?"
"Actually coming here and seeing the place for myself. I love the atmosphere and the staff doesn't seem half bad."
The short-haired blonde gave an airy laugh before nodding, and giving the other a tight hug, saying, "Hope to see you again soon."
After breaking the hug Brittany turned herself towards Santana slightly, but noticed the Latina hadn't stopped spinning, so turned to say bye to Rachel. "What? No goodbye for me, Blondie?" She heard the girl puff out between breaths.
"You look busy," Brittany murmured, stepping past Quinn, towards her.
"Doesn't mean I can't multi-task. Like you've been doing since you started jogging," Brittany felt her cheeks heat up, "I might be looking out a window, but they reflect just as good as mirrors sometimes."
Brittany rolled her eyes when Santana gave her a lopsided grin. "Goodbye Santana, it was nice meeting you," she said through an amused smile.
"Bye Britt, hope you enjoyed the show," Santana said with a wink.
Brittany bit her lip and laughed, before making her way to Rachel and saying her goodbyes. As Brittany made her way to the locker room to freshen up she was intercepted by a short-haired brunette with twinkling green eyes. "Oh," she startled, taking a step backwards, "Hi.."
"Hey there, I'm Samantha Brown, you must be new here, I know every pretty face around. I'm one of the many personal trainers."
"Oh, cool. I'm Brittany," the blonde smiled, taking the woman's offered hand and shaking it, "friends with Puck and Rachel."
"Ah, okay. I figured they'd get you in here eventually. They talk about you all the time."
Brittany rolled her eyes to the ceiling, laughing under her breath, "Sheesh, everyone here seems to already know me. They need to stop doing that!"
"Well if it's any consolation, you're much prettier than I'd imagined."
Brittany giggled lightly, offering a half smile to the woman. "Thanks," she briefly took in the woman's features and flashed a sweeter smile, saying, "I think you've got gorgeous eyes. I've always been jealous of green eyes."
It was Sam's turn to giggle, her cheek turning pink. "Why thank you Brittany."
"Anytime. Except for right now, I've gotta run, Puck's my ride home and he's already showering. Maybe I'll see you next time I'm here?"
"You can bet on it," the brunette said with a wink, waving as the blonde backed up, and spun on her heel to disappear.
As Brittany stripped out of her clothes and jumped in the shower she thought that today went incredibly well. She'd found a new gym, made some friends and even flirted a bit. Definitely a good day.
"Hey Brittany," a voice pulled her out of her thoughts and the dancer swiveled her head around to the source.
"Oh, hi Quinn," she greeted with a smile.
"Sorry, was I interrupting your thoughts?"
"No, it's okay."
"Okay," another one of those airy laughs. "So you like this place for real? You're not just saying it to please your friends?"
Brittany shook her head before grabbing her shampoo and working it in, "No I really meant it. If I didn't like the place, I would test others until I found somewhere I really liked."
"Oh good. So what made you finally come along?" Quinn asked, ducking her head under her own spray of water. Their stalls were separated by tiled partitions that only reached a bit higher than the average waist.
"My usual gym closed down," she explained with a shrug. While Quinn had her eyes closed, Brittany took a moment to appreciate her womanly curves. Quinn had pale skin just a shade or two lighter than Brittany's own, but wider hips and breasts about a cup bigger she would guess. She had a fuller figure, whereas Brittany was all long limbs and lean muscle, in her own opinion. The dancer turned her head, closed her eyes and rinsed out her shampoo before she could be caught leering.
In doing so, she missed the way Quinn appraised her body in the same way. "Oh, that's a shame. How long had you been going there?"
"A really long time," Brittany answered, rubbing the water from her eyes. "But it's okay, now I can hang out with Puck more, it seems like I never see him."
"Is that the only reason you'll enjoy coming here?" Quinn asked with a coy smile.
Brittany grinned back, "Well, of course there's other good company as well."
"Only good?"
"Time will tell," she teased, reaching out to shut off the water. Brittany grabbed her towel and wrung her hair through it as she exited her stall. "I'll catch you later Quinn!"
"See ya!"
Brittany looked over her shoulder to flash a big smile, and caught the way hazel eyes jumped from very low up to her face, Quinn's smile turning bashful. There was an extra pop in her step as Brittany made it to her locker and pulled on her cut-off sweats without bothering to grab her undies. She did grab a fresh bra, and pulled on the loose tank top she arrived in. She double checked her bag for its contents before slinging it over her shoulder and leaving the locker room
Yes. Today had been a great day.
So there seems to be a lot of flirting going on, yeah? Brittana is endgame, of course, just learn to live with what happens here because it's not a straight path for our two lovely ladies. When is it ever? haha. But really, I hope y'all enjoyed it. Let me know if it's worth continuing, I love hearing from you always.