A/N: This is my first fanfic, so hopefully you guys like it. I love my girls Santana and Brittany and was inspired to write this because I love Glee so damn much!
Chapter 1 - April 23, 2012
It's funny how someone can feel so excited, but at the same time be incredibly scared. Life was moving fast to say the least. Graduation was 3 weeks away, summer was around the corner, going to college and moving into the dorms wasn't too far off in the future and "grown up" life was looming over everyone's heads in McKinley High.
It had set in for Santana but it had not really set in at all in some respects.
The cheerleader's past issues with anxiety started to pop up again as the end neared and she contemplated what that meant for everyone she loved and everything she knew. She had a lot to consider and a life beyond McKinley High, the people she'd known for years and Lima, was a life that she was incredibly intimidated by.
Santana shut her locker, adjusting her backpack snuggly on her back and started her walk to the last period of the day, Glee Club.
Throughout High School she had tried to deny her love for the club and everyone in it, but the last semester of High School had truly done a number on the girl.
The once bitchy, temperamental, sarcastic and often brutal cheerleader was now a bitchy, temperamental, sarcastic and brutal cheerleader who finally appreciated the Glee Club and all the good times they shared together over the years.
As she walked in she spotted the one person she was always excited to see. Brittany Pierce. Her boo-boo, her baby doll, her sweetness, and all the other names Santana had come up with for her girl.
Brittany was sitting on the edge of her chair laughing and talking with Mercedes, her face animated as they giggled loudly. Santana couldn't help but take advantage of this moment, the moment where Brittney wasn't looking at her, the moment where Santana could just take in all of the girls features and ogle her. Those beautiful bright blue eyes, that cute nose, those soft and rosy cheeks, that gorgeous smile and infectious laugh. The silky smooth skin of her neck that Santana had tasted just that morning in the car, the way her cheerios uniform hugged her curves and the way the skirt flared out at her thighs…tempting Santana every damn day.
Suddenly her lustful gazing was interrupted by none other than Rachel Berry.
The one person who pretty much always consistently popped up and interrupted Santana in her day-to-day life in some way, shape or form.
"Hello Santana….."
Santana snapped out of her daydreaming and before she could chastise the midget for interrupting her naughty thoughts, Berry started running her mouth.
"Look, I know you told me that these last 3 weeks you would try to be especially nice to me and all and while I think that is very honorable and mature of you Santana, I can't help but think that I need to make an effort too."
Santana tried to mentally squash the endless barrage of insults she had stored up for the girl.
She had about 3 one-liners alone just based off of the prepubescent sweater Berry was wearing.
She had tried to be nicer to the attention-seeker, more importantly she had promised Brittany that she would be nicer, and a promise to Brittany meant that Santana actually needed to put in an effort.
"I'm here to extend an olive branch."
The short girl smiled hopefully and stalled a bit.
"Santana, as you are aware Brittany and I are besties, and you and Brittany are besties…as well as lovers…." Santana clenched her jaw and started counting backwards from 10.
"…so by default we are besties too, correct!"
6-5-4-3-2-
"I'll take your silence as a yes."
Santana could see everyone taking their seats in the room and wondered why the fuck Berry wouldn't just get to the point and get the fuck out of her face. "Berry….you literally have 3 seconds to get to the point."
Santana said forcefully crossing her arms over her chest.
The girl nodded and continued, "Mercedes, Quinn and Brittany are coming over after school…it's Friday and we're going to hang out. They are also going to help me with a solo piece I'm planning to dazzle Glee club with next week.."
Santana couldn't control the eye roll.
"…and we might watch some movies and order pizza, what I'm saying Santana is that we'd love to have you."
She smiled and then walked away, taking her seat next to Quinn.
Santana's eyebrows furrowed.
She knew that Brittany often went to Berry's house on fridays to hang out with the other girls. And while Santana wanted to be with or on Brittany 24/7 she understood that now that they were openly a couple, Santana couldn't smother the girl and become possessive. She needed other friends just like Santana needed other friends.
In the past when Brittany would beg her to come or Mercedes would try to bribe her to join them at Berry's, Santana would come up with some ridiculous excuse and get out of it.
She loved Brittany and she loved when Brittanyy was happy, and if Berry being her best friend made that happen, then Santana would try to deal with that.
That being said it was really hard for the Latina to ignore the fact that the little midget, attention-seeking, loud-mouthed wanna-be truly brought out the mental illness in the girl. The mental illness simply summed up with one word...BITCH.
Santana pushed Berry's proposal to the back of her mind and took her seat next to Brittany. She smiled at her girlfriend sweetly and placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly.
"Hi baby." She quietly whispered as Mr. Schue started off the class.
Brittany smiled widely and squeezed Santana's hand resting on her leg. "Hi!" She beamed back. The blonde instinctively scooted her chair closer to Santana and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, nuzzling her face into the girls Cheerio's jacket.
After Glee Club the pair walked with linked pinkies to Santana's car in the senior parking lot.
It was a gorgeous day in Lima. For once the skies weren't cloudy, it was pretty warm out and the best part was that it was the weekend.
"Baby I really don't know, I might just go home, I'm so tired…" Santana wined as she threw her backpack in the back of her car.
School had just ended, and the parking lot was packed as students piled into their cars, ready to get as far away from McKinley as they could for the next 2 days.
"But Rach even wants you to come!" Brittany whined, leaning over the center console with a large pout on her lips as Santana sunk into the driver's seat and shut the door.
"Yeah I know she did…and whose idea was that…" Santana asked, smirking at her girl.
Brittany grinned and looked at her hands. "I mean it was hers and mine a bit, I thought if she asked you again it would make it better, because she really does want you there San, we all do. Come on!" Brittany whined shaking Santana's arm. "It's senior year, you have to get closer to Rachel…you know what happens in the fall." Brittany said calmly.
The fall.
She did know what was going to happen in the fall and if her and Rachel didn't get closer or at least develop somewhat of a friendly relationship, the fall would be awkward, uncomfortable and judging from her past outbursts involving the midget…probably violent.
Santana looked at Brittany, preparing her protest but was immediately drawn in by those eyes.
It seemed that all Brittany ever had to do was give Santana a look and she was putty in her hands.
It was a running joke among the girls that Santana liked to deny, but in reality she knew what the truth was, she was whipped.
Whipped as hell, just head over heals for this girl.
Brittany could persuade Santana to do anything and Brittany knew it.
The blonde smiled as she saw those beautiful brown eyes soften and the corners of Santana's mouth creep into a smile.
"Fine babe, whatever you want. I'll go if that's what you want." Santana said putting the key into the ignition.
"It is what I want, and you're what I want too…"
Brittany took Santana's chin in her hands and turned the girls face towards her own.
She looked into Santana's eyes, smiled and leaned forward giving her girlfriend a lingering kiss.
"And you know its Friday…so if you do this for me, I'll make it up to you later." She whispered onto the Latina's lips.
A jolt ran through Santana's body and she gripped the steering wheel.
WANKY!