Because No One Remembers Robert Fleischman

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Mostly Kurtofsky and Brittana but there will be other pairings as well. And there is a lot of sex, gay, hetero, and lesbian. Ye be warn pirates.

Special thanks Kidate Etai for being my beta. You rock.

Ten years after Graduation

At times Dave Karofsky hated technology. Nothing like a Tribe 8 tune a notorious lesbo band - echoing across the room right when he's plowing a twink into his mattress. He growled in annoyance, his rhythm temporarily thrown off. He really hated Santana sometimes. When did that bitch program that into his phone anyway? He knew she wouldn't give up either. Cock blocking was like her calling. She's God gifted with it. He picked up speed, knowing she would be calling again and angled himself, and slammed into his tight hole and hit his prostate with each slam.

Brannon had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption and fairly curious by the ring tone but once David had moved his hips and thrust into him from a different angle it was completely forgotten and he started seeing spots. His naturaly deeper tone became higher pitch with each powerful, deep plunge of Dave's cock.

"Harder!" Brannon gasped. Dave was more than happy to oblige. Sweat rolled down his face and he grunted loudly. He bit his lip as Brannon tightened around him.

"Fucker." He breathed.

Brannon smiled arrogantly and eagerly pushed against him. They had been going at it for almost four months, once, maybe twice a week. They had met at a club and Brannon enjoyed throwing around the sheets as much as him and was just as cool with the no strings attached rule.

"Sing for me." Dave begged and nearly bent him in half. Brandon closed his eyes and moaned loudly his voice cracking when Dave brushed his prostate. His cock leaked, dipping down on his lips. He brushed his tongue over it causing Dave to groan loudly and he nearly lost it. He had to pull out and choke his dick preventing any early eruption.

Brannon whined in protest and Dave leaned down to kiss him hard and sucked on his lips, desperate for any morsel of taste left. When there was none he kissed down, his body going straight for the source. Brannon's body arched as his lips wrapped around his cock

"Stop teasing me." He gasped almost losing the ability to speak "Fuck me!"

"Hands and knees." He ordered as he sat up and gave his thigh a little smack.

The phone rang again and it had to be his imagination but the ring seemed louder, like it was echoing her impatience. "Bitch." Dave muttered. Brannon turns and sticks out his ass high for David. He grinned at the offering and positioned himself behind him and slowly slid into him, biting his lip the entire way. Brannon spread his legs and gripped the sheets as Dave picked up speed. He had no problem letting David do all the work but he knew he had to hang on tight for the ride or end up in the headboard.

Brannon howls with intense pleasure as Dave builds up to his full momentum. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me!" He screamed. David grinned widely. He had to be close to a high G or E or something he wasn't very music savvy but knew that was one high tone.

Brannon grabs his own cock and began to jerk off frantically. David was forced to close his eyes, willing off his own release until Brannon came. He did have pride after all. The interruption of the phone was enough distraction for David not to blow his lid but Brannon was unfazed and screamed out clenching around him.

Unable to hold it back any further, Dave roared and came hard. He rode out his orgasm, thrusting into him at least another three or four times before pulling out and rolling to his side, completely out of breath.

Brannon fell to his stomach and turned grinning at David. Dave reached out brushing his chestnut hair out of his eyes. Although it was just a hook up, Dave wasn't a dick. He would like to consider them as friends with a lot of sexy benefits

"Who's calling?" He asked "Your wife?"

"God, no." He said and looked at the ceiling. Okay, maybe they weren't that good of friends, since they didn't know each other beyond the bedroom. Brannon shrugged. He didn't really care; it wasn't like he hadn't slept with someone on the down low before.

David rolled over picking up the phone. Santana must have been frustrated by him not answering his phone had sent him a text. –Answer your phone Butt Pirate-

Brannon leaned over and kissed him. "Lovely woman." He chuckled. Dave held the phone to his chest. "You don't have to go." He grinned. "I'll be ready for round two in an about ten minutes." he said, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Wish I could." Brannon said honestly. "But it's my boyfriend's birthday. …Alright if I use your shower?"

Dave gave a slow nod as Brannon kissed him again. He then got up and gathered his clothes before heading towards the bathroom. Dave looked at his ass longing, knowing he wouldn't call him again. He wasn't a home wrecker.

"Fuck." He said softly. One more name to cross out of his little black book. He shook his head dejectedly as he dialed Santana's number.

She answered on the first ring. "What the hell?"

"Well, hello to you too."

"Why didn't you answer? I could have been dying." Santana dramatically scolded.

Dave snorted. "For one you wouldn't call me if you were dying. Secondly, I was having anal sex."

"Gross." Santana said and made gagging noises. "Seriously, if I wanted to be disgusted I would be watching Rachel Ray."

"Uh huh, and how's the pussy eating going?" Dave chuckled.

"Tasty." She replied quickly.

Dave sighed "So what the fuck you want, ho?"

Santana growled. "Fuck you."

Brannon walked out of the bathroom. "Call me." He said with a wave of his hand as he quickly left the apartment. Dave watched him walk out holding his breath.

"What does he look like?"

"You wouldn't be interested, lack of tits." Dave replied.

"Oh come on, humor me."

"Shouldn't you be cleaning up road kill or cavity searching Lima Heights streetwalkers or something?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "No. …I'm avoiding paperwork." She said. "Let me guess. Twink…brown hair?"

"Chestnut." Dave corrected.

"You are such a homo." Dave held back the phone tempted to just hang up, although the humor of pissing her off wasn't worth her wraith, so instead he would just resort to insulting her some more.

"Oh shut up, Lesbo." Dave rolled his eyes. Not his best material. Santana laughed on the other line she was obviously enjoying this far too much.

"Okay, so chestnut hair." She said and tapped her pen against her chest. "Blue or green?"

"Maybe he had brown."

"Not honey brown, or amber?" She teased.

"Santana, you are so funny." Dave said, standing up and heading to the bathroom. He threw the used condom in the waste basket and started the water. "Why do I take your abuse?"

"Because I keep it real and you work with life sucking liars on a daily basis" Dave gave a slight nod. She did have a point. "It's a good change of pace. …And stop avoiding the question, blue or green?"

"Blue." He finally answered and stuck his toe into the water testing the temperature,

"Hung up much?"

"Oh fuck you." He growled.

"No thanks, your boy parts disgust me."

"Yeah, says the girl that has slept with sixty two percentage of the boy population of Lima."

"I was young and confused." She said. "I dated you didn't I?"

"Worst months of my life."

"Oh, you're just jealous because I didn't give you a taste of my whisker biscuit."

"You notice that Vaginas have the most disgusting nicknames right? There is a reason for that."

"Because men have far too much time on their hands and a forever juvenile attitude." Santana resorted.

"Heteros are weird." He said.

"I know, right?"

David laughed and shook his head at the ridiculousness of this conversation. "Well what do you need, J Lo, because I have the need to wash off boyfriend cheating skank off."

"At least call me someone current." She said "I mean, she was on Dancing with the Stars. That is the last stop on the desperation express."

"Alright, I'll work on my nicknames…what do you want? Surely you didn't call me to bust my balls?"

"Alright, damn." She said and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Are you coming down for the reunion?"

"Reunion?" Dave repeated. "Yeah, I got something in the mail about it. …What the hell, I'll catch a plane down for the weekend of." It would be nice to see his Dad.

"Uh huh." Santana said "So. …Can you come down two weeks ahead of time?"

"Two weeks?" His eyebrows rose "What for?"

"Well, all the Glee kids are you know we're all going to be doing this song and dance at the reunion." She bullshitted, and would worry about handling that little detail later.

Dave sighed. "I was in Glee for like six months my senior year." He said. "And I might like to mention I wasn't popular."

"Well then time to boast about how rich and important you are…not to mention out and proud rainbow waving gay guy you are."

Dave laughed. "It sounds like fun, but…"

"Kurt is coming."

Dave was silent. Santana was right, he was hung up on him. Every guy he bedded had some resemblance to him, although he like to think Kurt just fit into his type.

"You're a mega bitch."

"Can you get off?"

"On Kurt? Well, that goes without saying"

"Off work, you perv." She chuckled.

Dave rubbed the back of his head. "I do own the law firm." He smirked.

"Awesome…how about Breadsticks, Saturday?"

Being that it was Thursday he choked "Santana…"

"Great, see you then and don't bring any of your little twinks because it's gross." She said and hung up. Dave looked at the phone in disbelief and closed it.

Santana pushed her phone between her tits and quickly turned to her computer just as the department's Lieutenant walked up. He sat on the edge of her desk and Santana stopped her pretend typing and cut her eyes upwards. She knew jokes of poor taste, and sexism were gonna be a part of the job when she joined the force, but for this guy it was a life style.

He was a transfer from Chicago, and everyone kissed his ass which only made them look like a bunch of small town hicks even more. Impressed by an accent, how lame is that? He's a first class asshole and day one he had hit a bad nerve with her and as much as she wanted to kick him in the mismatched socks, she didn't want to jeopardize her job.

"Lopez."

"That's Pierce-Lopez." She corrected and tilted her head "What can I do for you…Lieutenant Grayson?"

"Your uniform." He said leering down at her cleavage. "Doesn't seem regulation."

Santana rolled her eyes. "It's like 90 degrees in here." Most of the Officers were in their wife beaters or tee shirts. She didn't see him giving them hell about their uniforms, but then again they didn't have tits either.

He pulled the tooth pick out from between his lips. "I just don't want you giving anyone the wrong idea." He grinned and pointed towards her tits with the tooth pick. "With those hanging out."

"You're new around here." Santana smirked. "So let me explain how things are."

"Please do." Grayson said.

"Look if you must, because none of these son of bitches," She said whipping her finger around. "Are gonna touch and if they try they are gonna pull back a stub." She stood up giving him the stare down.

"Santana?"

The two turned and Brittany waved excitedly her hair was full back into a tight ponytail similar, to their Cheerio days. Tt swayed back and forth with each enthusiastic wave. She had a pink tank top and black spandex shorts. She held up a bag lunch from the dinner down the road and smiled widely.

"Be right there." Santana said and turn back to Grayson. "I'm taking my lunch." She said making sure he knew it wasn't a request.

Brittany had turned to go outside and wait for her and Grayson turned to admire Brittany altitudes. Santana stepped in front of him. "Yeah, that's mine." She said and turned sharply to go and join her wife.

Brittany was sitting on top of Santana police car, eating a fry and talking animatedly with Santana 'spartner. She walked up and kissed Brittany. "Oh, too salty" She said wiping her lips. "I like them sweet." She grinned and kissed her again.

Santana partner grinned widely enjoying his own personal ladies action. Santana pushed her hand in front of his face as she kissed her for a third time. "Oh come on." Brady whined, and Santana dropped her hand as she pulled away.

"There is the internet if you want to gawk like a perv." Santana snapped.

"What's on the internet?" Brittany asked, swinging her legs. Brady leaned against the car "I'll be more than happy to show you."

Brittany was about to say something when Santana interrupted. "Down boy, or I'll tell your wife"

Brady never took those threats empty handedly and stood up straight and handed Santana the keys to the cruiser. "You're a real ball buster, Lopez."

"You're the second man that told me that today."

Brady snorted "Only two, a real slow day for you, Lopez."

Brittany grinned. "Bye, Brady, I like your hair cut." Brady ran his fingers through his hair and winked at her good heartedly as he walked back into the Lima Police Station.

"Come on, Babe, let's eat inside the ca.r" Santana said and unlocked the police cruiser and turned on the AC. Brittany sat next to her and began to sort through the bag.

"How was your day?" Brittany asked as she munched on her hamburger. "One of the little girls peed in her pants." Santana laughed and tilted her head listening to her wife. Although she had ask her about her day she was much more interested in listening to hers.

"I mean I once peed my pants when I was 15 but only because Coach Sylvester said it was sinful to take bathroom breaks. The girl lifting me up wasn't happy."

"Oh my god, I remember that." Santana said, throwing back her head and laughing. "So she went home and I came here since I didn't have any more little girls in my class."

Santana frowned it was a bit hard to get clientele when they were openly gay in this small hick town. "Maybe we can get some poles and do that Pole Dance exercise. House wives really jump for that crap."

Brittany nodded. "I guess so, but I like teasing children"

Santana reached out grabbing her hand. "I know. Just one class so that we can keep up the rent for your studio." Santana hated that she didn't make enough money so that Brittany could just do what she loved.

Brittany nodded and looked ahead. "Can I ask you something?"

Santana took her sandwich and nodded.

"It's confusing." Brittany begun and Santana nodded she started a lot of conversations as such. "But why is okay for Brady to flirt with us." She asked "But," She continued and took a big bit of her grilled chicken sandwich "But it's not okay for Jerry, or Eddie, or the others guys in your department…are you a hippo, Santana?"

Santana's eyebrow lifted and she paused, taking in her words. Sometimes it took a moment to take in and comprehend what Brittany was trying to say. "You mean hypocrite?"

"Yes, a hippo."

"A hippo is a fat animal Brit, a hypocrite is like," Santana paused and sighed trying to think of a way to explain it. "Saying one thing and doing the opposite."

Brittany nodded "But why can Brady be flirty?"

"Well," Santana said putting her sandwich on her knee "Brady's flirting just because he's being friendly he's just teasing."

"I don't understand the difference."

"Well I trust Brady." She said with a smile. "I know he wouldn't try anything with you…it's kinda like how I can be mean to Dave and he won't get mad but saying those things to other people would hurt their feelings."

Brittany turned to her bright eyed. "You talked to Dave."

Santana smiled and nodded picking up her food wanting to eat it before it got cold.

"What did he say?"

"He's coming down."

"So he agreed to do it?"

Santana shook his head "I kinda didn't tell him why I wanted him to come down. ...I just made something up." She said softly. "Which reminds me, I should stop by Finn's house and make him think it's his idea." She said to herself.

"Why didn't you ask him? What if he doesn't want too?"

"It's not something you want to discuss over the phone. We're gonna wine and dine him and then corner him."

"I don't like corners." Brittany said. "They are kinda dark and usually have webs in them".

Santana smiled and leaned over and kissed her. "Don't worry, I promise we'll find someone even if Dave doesn't want too."

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