Dominic led Brittany into his room, "Maybe we should close the door; your sister might come home from her date early." She protested as he began to kiss her neck softly.

"Baby, my sister never gets home early from a date. In fact, she never gets back till later on that morning." Brittany had heard of Dominic's sister many times but she never met her. This was weird because he lives with her and her daughter in her apartment.

"What if your niece comes back from her sleepover?"

"Baby, it's a sleepover…" The blonde was trying to convince him to stop without saying 'stop, I don't want to do this. Sex with you is the down part of my day.' He motioned his hands down to her jeans and started to unbutton them. Brittany sucked in a deep breath as he sat on the bed and dragged her down with him. The blonde rested her hands on the mattress, trying her hardest to not get frustrated with her boyfriend. Why did he always want to have sex? It's not like he was good at it. At that moment she was flipped over and he was now on top of her.

Santana got out of her car angry, so angry she slammed the door shut. She just wasted a perfect good dress; a very easy dress to get off, on the fuckery that was called a date. "That's the last time I go out with one of Rachel's lesbian friends." She says to herself. She made her way to the elevator and down the hall to her apartment. She remembered her brother saying that he would have his girlfriend over, and then she lit up. She loved embarrassing her younger brother and now she could meet the girl; she probably wasn't good enough anyway.

Things were getting hotter with Dominic and Brittany in his room, he now had Brittany's shirt off and on to the lamp. "I think I heard the door, Dominic." But he was too busy trying to get his pants off.

"Baby, calm down. It's nothing."

"Hey there kids." They both heard a voice that wasn't either of theirs. Dominic shouted,

"Fuck Santana, you were supposed to be gone tonight."

"My date was a bitch, a bigger one than me. And that's saying something." She leaned against the door frame with her arms folded, and Brittany began to think she was the only mortified one. Santana rolled her eyes and checked her phone. "It's 10, you have till 11."

"C'mon, I'm 18! I'm in college… when you were 18 you had girls over all night." Santana laughed.

"My house, my rules, and that's where me being gay comes into good use: mom thought they were all my bests of friends."

"San-"

"10:30."

"Wait, that's not fair!"

"You wanna try for 10:15?" Yes! Brittany thought to herself. Dominic didn't answer. "Mhm, that's what I thought." She turned to walk back down the hall "She's cute by the way." She shouted over her shoulder.

Brittany pushed Dominic off of her lightly and went to get her shirt. "We have like 40 minutes." He said,

"No, I'm totally embarrassed; I told you someone was coming."

"My sister isn't my mom, she's much cooler… ignoring what she just did."

"Maybe some other time." She looks in the mirror and starts to fix her hair. She could tell that Dominic was disappointed but she's kind of doesn't care, as long as she can avoid sleeping with him another night. "That was my first time meeting her, she probably hates me."

"My sister hates everyone. She hated me my for the first 16 years I was born." Brittany laughs.

"So she's into girls."

"Strictly,"

"Why does she have a daughter?"

"You'll have to ask her." Brittany scrunched her nose.

"Maybe… so how old is she?"

"21. She just graduated from Ohio State." Brittany smiled, she didn't get a good look at her boyfriend's sister because his football player sized body blocked her view, but what she heard in the other girl's voice: Sexy. It was deep and raspy, and it had so much attitude in it. She wanted to ask more about her, learn more, but she didn't want to sound weird with too many questions.

She checked her phone: 10: 30. And right on time the two teens came walking down the hall. "Hi," Brittany stuttered out when she saw Santana sitting on the couch.

She was instantly taken back by how beautiful his sister was and forgot everything she was going to say. Dominic was pretty cute, but Santana was breath taking. She had dark, almost black hair stretching to the middle of her back, and chocolate brown eyes that made it impossible for Brittany to look away from her. And not to mention her skin complexion, it was like a light bronze color.

"Santana," Dominic started, "This is Brittany, and she feels bad about how you guys met." Santana laughed and stood up,

"No need to feel bad Brittany." Oh god, she was talking. Those lips. Those legs. That body.

The Latina smiled at the blonde who she was actually starting to think she was too good looking for her brother. "And she doesn't have to leave right away; I just didn't want to hear you guys having sex." Dominic nodded.

"You wanna stay?" He asked Brittany. She didn't know how to respond, she really just wanted to hear Santana's voice.

"Yeah sure, but can we stay out here?" Dominic nodded and he took a seat on the love seat pulling Brittany with him.

"What happened on your date?" Santana rolled her eyes and scuffed.

"I wanted to punch her the entire time. She talked to damn much about herself; it was exhausting to listen to. And you know my rule is that I don't date people that I wanna punch because I never know if it classifies as abuse." This made Brittany laugh, and Santana smiled. She had the cutest laugh.

"That's never stopped you from going home with them before…"

"I didn't even wanna sleep with her anymore after hearing her voice for so long. If her conversation voice was annoying, just picture how irritating her sex voice would be?" Dominic agreed and laughed. "How'd you guys meet?"

"Well, Brittany's 19, so she's a sophomore, and she's a dance major-"

"Uh huh…" Santana interrupted wondering how his major in science related to her major in dance. Brittany interjected.

"He saw me walking to my car one day and he just asked me out."

"Oh ok. Dominic, I didn't ask you to tell me her life story." Dominic blushed,

"Sorry." Santana smirked at her brother; he was like head over heels.

"It's actually kind of cute seeing you into someone this much." Dominic got up,

"I'm going to take a quick shower." He said starting down the hall.

"Make it a cold one." Santana said.

"Shut up!" He whispered as he walked pass her.

Santana tried to recall a time when she saw a women as pretty as the one that was sitting across from her. In fact, if she wasn't A. Straight or B. Her brother's girlfriend, she'd probably be flirting with the blonde at this very moment. Santana crossed her legs; she still had on her short, purple, skin tight dress on from her date so she had to pull it down. But then she smiled when she saw Brittany staring at the sides of thighs. The Latina folded her arms studying Brittany, was she straight? Either way, this wasn't the right time to try and find out. "Dominic is having a super bowl party… I figure you're coming?"

"He told me about it, but I'm not a big fan of football…"

"Me neither, you should come and keep me company. And of course those who don't watch are on snack duty." Brittany laughed and Santana joined in.

"Yeah… I could totally come and help and uh, keep you company." Santana watched Brittany beam when she asked her over. She definitely wasn't straight.

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