Merry Goddam Christmas, You Dyke
AN- So now it's Christmas, and somebody's returning the favor. I think Santana's a bit OOC, but whatevs. It's fanfic. I'll change her personality if I want to.
Disclaimer- If I owned Glee, do you really think I'd be putting this online instead of in the show? Duh.
Santana squirmed anxiously as she awaited her Christmas present. She was seated on her bad, heart pounding. He owed her huge after what she got him for his birthday. That teddy was fucking itchy, and since she'd bought it online, Santana actually had to pay for it.
However, Santana wasn't concerned. Despite his being an ass, he was a genuinely fantastic lay, and she should know.
She heard the front door slam loudly. Her head cocked though, because something didn't sound right. The footsteps coming down the hall almost seemed to… echo? It was like there was somebody else with him, which didn't make sense. He had no problems with her loose morals. After all, they weren't dating. But he never shared during. Said he didn't want some other man trying to take credit for his mad skillz.
Santana came out of her thoughts as her own door opened. He came into the room, leaving her door gaping behind him. She was about to snarl at him to shut it, but then she saw blonde hair and wide hips follow him in. Oh… She reached down and pulled Santana from her position on the bed, sandwiching Santana between her and him.
Santana's hands clutched at her waist as his lips brushed against her neck, before he murmured in her ear, "Merry goddam Christmas, you dyke."
And pressed between Brittany and Puck, Santana could hear the meaning behind the harsh words. Definitely not I love you, but as close as she would ever dare to hope for.
AN #2- I know it got kinda confusing there at the end, because I was trying not to say Brittany's name. If you got lost, after Brittany came in, every feminine pronoun is referring to Brittany, and never Santana.