"Why would I do that?" Santana irritably sighed into her phone as she walked down the corridor with Brittany beside her. Pushing people out of her way as she walked. She was a Cheerio, people were meant to spread like the Red Sea did for Moses.
"To get back at Puck. Aren't you guys dating?" Kurt quickly asked dismissing Santana's slightly sarcastic retort. As both himself and Tina got closer to Tina's phone to hear Santana's response.
"Sex is not dating." Santana replied dragging out the word dating to make her point. Why would she even want to date Puck? She could have anyone she wanted. She was hot. And hotness meant many potential suitors.
"If it was Santana and I would be dating." Brittany said making it sound as if it was common knowledge that their relationship was much more complex than anyone expected. All she was trying to do was justify her "best friend's", just sex, relationship with Noah Puckerman, not realising that she had just blown a secret which had been kept out of William McKinley High gossip mills for the past year.
Santana quickly turned her head towards the blonde standing on her right shock written all over her tanned features. She internally prayed that no-one would comment on Brittany's sudden comment. However her prayers were not answered as responses flooded in.
"Huh." Artie squeaked out.
"Say what." Mercedes gasped.
"Excuse me… did I hear right?" Kurt quickly asked staring at an open mouthed wide -eyed Tina. Kurt was slightly relieved that he was not the only gay or at least slightly gay person at McKinley High. However he was shocked that the straighter than straight Santana and Brittany were doing the "nasty".
After hearing the first question Santana's face fell. She had hoped that she would be able to keep her and Brittany's relationship, if you call it that, unknown and hidden knowledge. She wasn't ashamed of Brittany. No. Brittany was what made her day that little bit better. She made her life just that little bit clearer. Made her just little bit happier. Brittany made her just a little bit better. And she wasn't going to give up the best sex she'd ever had. And she'd had a lot of sex. And let's just say Brittany could bring her to her knees both mentally and physically. Santana thought. Her cheeks flushed at the sexual thoughts. Her sexual thoughts. If she had it her way she'd be dragging Brittany to her car and driving home to relieve herself of some of this pent up frustration, which had rolled into her like steam train.
"Choir Room… NOW." Santana growled into her phone pulling Brittany along with her as she stomped down the corridor to the room, trying to rid her head of those vivid images of toes curling and… God just stop. Santana's head cried out.
"S?" Brittany asked, raising her eyebrows assuming that they were leaving school early. Santana shook her head. "Oh. So we're not going back to mine to have sex then?" Brittany asked, as she let her fingertips stroke Santana's arm.
"B. You just.. You just told the Gleeks. About us. About us having sex." Santana sighed.
"Oh damn." She said shaking her head. "Amazing sex, though. You do think it's amazing sex right, S?" Brittany added. Santana stared at the girl. It was so hard to stay angry at the beautiful, blue-eyed blonde.
"B. Stop. You know it's amazing sex." Santana whispered discreetly, unlike the blonde, reassuring her with a small smile. "Now c'mon I need to go shut those Gleeks up before our business becomes the front page to the school magazine." Santana finished as she carried on to walk towards the choir room trying to think about what she was going to say to everybody about her and Brittany's more "active" relationship.