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Late that afternoon the two cheerleaders walked into the choir room. Brittany instantly went to the far side of the room. Santana couldn't contain the slight smirk that crossed her lips as she watched her girlfriend bending over in all the corners of the room. At one point Britt even crawled underneath the piano.
"Santana, you know I normally don't ask what your girl, Brittany, is doing, but really, what is she doing?" Mercedes asked watching the blonde crawling underneath a line of chairs in the back row like a snake.
"Being Brittany. Just let her do her thing." Santana shrugged. She took her seat in the back. It wasn't hard to deduce what Brittany was doing. The blonde's actions all resembled something from a cartoon and Santana was positive that Britt was literally searching for clues to the case. And as much as Santana loved watching Britt acting adorable and spending time with Tubbs, she had a feeling that this "case" would cut into some serious sex time with her girlfriend. Santana had every intention to break the case as soon as possible. The plan was simple. Let Brittany do her thing and support her, but at the same time track down the only real possible culprit of the crime.
Puck.
What idiot in the glee club would steal one of Sue's trophies? Easy. The only idiot who didn't realize that stealing from Sue Sylvester would mean death.
"I heard football practice would be going late today." Kurt said next making casual conversation. "So it's just gonna be us girls for the day."
"Oh diva off? I am so ready for a little me time. Maybe Rachel won't come if she can watch Finn practicing outside on the field." Mercedes responded.
Great. No Puck at glee practice today. Santana rolled her eyes. She would have to find him either after practice or tomorrow.
"Don't worry! I have arrived and I have been talking extensively to Mr. Schuster about what we should do about the great vandalism which took place early today." Rachel Berry strode into the room. Will followed her with that look which screamed theme-of-the-week-would-directly-effect-all-songs-from-glee-club-and-hopefully-correct-some-inappropriate-behavior-some-or-all-of-the-members-have-been-engaged-in. Again Santana rolled her eyes.
"Please Rachel, I will handle this." Will's voice overrode even Rachel's loud mouth. He pointed for Rachel to take a seat which she did reluctantly next to a very quiet Quinn. "This morning I entered the choir room and I found our only trophy case broken. It looks as though someone must have smashed it and ran. Nothing was taken, but these types of attacks against our club have to stop."
He continued. "Now I know some of you have friends in other circles." This time he looked directly at Santana although if Puck, Finn, and the rest of the football players were present then he would have probably glanced to them as well. "So if you know anything or the reason why someone would break the case, please come see me."
Everyone's eyes drifted towards the case against the wall. It contained the Regional's trophies and Sectionals that the glee club had won the past few years. The trophies still stood there, but the kids now noticed that a plastic sheet had been hung over the opening. A makeshift cover so no one would cut themselves on the glass before it could be repaired.
"Anyone know anything?" Will asked once more. Rachel made a point to turn completely around in her chair and look directly at the Latina in the back row.
"Oh please, hobbit, you've got to be kidding. Why would I do that? Besides we all know that one trophy is missing from the case and has been since last year when you got your mack on with Finn at states. As for this," Santana paused and stopped filing her nails for a moment to glance to the case. "Why would I do that? Seems dumb. I would have at least stolen something."
"Santana has a point. Why would any of us know who or why?" Mercedes jumped in.
"I know what happened!" A bright and exceptionally loud voice yelled from the far corner of the room. A very dusty and lint covered Brittany emerged from behind a collection of old maps no teacher could possibly use anymore. As the maps still called Russia the U.S.S.R and North America just had the words "New World" written across it. Neither made much sense to be on the same map.
Santana narrowed her eyes unsure what Brittany was talking about. They did everything together and she certainly would have remembered destroying the New Directions trophy case.
"Brittany, you know what happened?" Mr. Schuster asked in disbelief.
"Well no, not yet, but I know that this case has to do with my other case. They have to be connected because whenever two cases appear in the same episode of any crime or mystery TV show that means they are always connected!" Brittany skipped down a few stairs until she was standing in front of the choir. Small balls of dust bunnies and shredded paper hung around her cheerios uniform and her ponytail hung awkwardly to one side of her head. "Everyone knows this. It's common knowledge!"
"Britt," Santana moaned in the back row and shook her head. Not good. Not good at all. She knew this private investigator thing would cut into their time and now they would have twice the amount of time spent on solving mysteries for these idiots.
"Santana, I don't understand. You speak unicorn. What is our dear Brittany trying to say?" Kurt turned to look up at the brunette.
If it made Brittany happy…
"What she means is that we will find out who broke the case. I am sure that you've seen the postings for Lord Tubbington's Private Eye Investigator." Santana looked up to see Brittany beaming with excitement. "So consider us on the job."
Brittany jumped for joy. Santana always knew the right thing to say. She ran up through the chairs to her girl and pecked her on the cheek. "Thanks, San. You're the best. I can't wait to tell Lord Tubbington that we got two cases in one day!"
Santana grumbled in response, but smiled inwardly. Her eyes were drawn down to Rachel's mouth in a perfect 'o' of disbelief that Santana would help the glee club or how quickly she had volunteered to find the culprit. Even if she loved Brittany and would do anything for her, it did not mean that she had to put up with the rest of the losers looking at her like she was crazy.
"Turn around, Berry."
"Well thank you, Brittany and Santana, for volunteering to solve this mystery." Will spoke and went to the white board.
"Um, Mr. Schue, we run a legit investigating business we aren't doing this for bones." Brittany had spoken again.
"What she means is this isn't pro bono, Mr. Schue. We expect compensation." Santana cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him.
"Now girls, you know that the glee club already struggles to raise mon-"
"You give Santana a solo in our next competition and I get to make and teach all the choreography. Yours sucks. Offense."
Santana glanced sideways to her girlfriend. Who would ever think that the blonde bombshell was dumb? They would be crazy. Britt always knew what to do and what to say.
"I believe you mean 'no offense', Brittany." Rachel chimed in. "And I don't think that we should be giving solos away like candy or without consulting me, the glee club captain!"
"Watch it, Berry." Santana growled. Her hands twirled the nail file menacingly towards the short singer.
"No, I mean offense. Have you ever seen our dance moves? Or really half of glee dance? It's sad. So sad." Brittany cut in while gently placing a hand over Santana's so the Latina wouldn't be able to lunge at Rachel with the nail file.
"We do need to find out who did this so we can stop it from happening again and Figgins has already said that he can't do much more than ask around so…"
"You can't, Mr. Schue!" Rachel tried to interject.
"If you two can solve this mystery and get back to us within the next two weeks with a culprit then I will agree to both your terms. Santana is one of our strongest vocalists and you, Brittany have always been able to pull out some of the best chorography at the last minute. It would be nice to see what you could do given time and the ability to work with some of our more challenged members." The whole group glanced to Rachel and everyone muttered 'Finn' under their breath. "What this means is that we have a new theme of the week!"
Everyone groaned.
"I just don't know it yet. But we can all help Santana and Brittany."
"And Lord Tubbington! Don't forget him!"
The next day at school, Santana found herself without her girlfriend. Brittany had been vague on the phone that morning and said that she would run to cheerios practice in the morning and that Santana didn't need to worry about picking her up for school. Santana hadn't thought anything out of the ordinary at the time, but now at third period she still hadn't seen the blonde since they separated for class. A few times San had thought she'd seen a blonde ponytail in a cheerios outfit prancing around the corner, but it had been impossible to see if it was indeed Brittany.
Despite not knowing the location of Britt, Santana had another mission. It gave her the perfect opportunity to solve the first mystery. She opened her locker and took a quick inventory. Cheerios outfit. Perfect ponytail. Makeup. Sexy – as always. It didn't matter that the whole school knew about her and Britt, she knew that she could still turn heads. Most guys thought it was hot and none thought it was hotter that she was dating another girl than Noah Puckerman. She closed her locker and glanced down the hallway. Puck stood by his own locker combing that ridiculously overgrown mohawk on his head. To think at one time she had found it attractive.
"Listen, Puck, I'm only going to say this once." Santana strolled up to the locker and slammed his door shut so he would have to look at her. Puck only leaned against the wall with a look that said 'I am so turned on right now.'
"What can I do for you pretty lady? Ready to come back to the Puckster for some loving? Or maybe you and Britt-"
"Shut it. Afores I endz you." Her voice was curt and Santana cut him off with a look of disgust before she jabbed one of her fingers in the middle of his chest.
"Alright then…what do I owe the lack of pleasure?" He said and rubbed the place where her finger had viciously poked him.
"I want to know where you put it. And do not make me tell you what it is because we both know you are the only person in this school stupid enough to take it."
"Um…don't hurt me, but I have no idea what 'it' is."
"Seriously, Puck, if you just give it to me. I will say that Britt's stupid cat found it in the locker room and that will be the end of it. Sylvester won't even have to water board you or whatever form of torture she prefers this week. I just want this over with."
"Santana, you know you scare me. And while I normally don't let anyone know I am pretty sure you could kick my ass in about two minutes flat. So I really have no idea what you're talking about."
Normally Santana would have been happy for the compliment, but now she was just annoyed that her fast track out of this mess was going nowhere fast. She jabbed her finger harder into Puck's chest. "If I find out that you are-"
"Hey, San!" Brittany skipped up the hall and stopped to stand next to the brunette. She was also wearing her cheerios outfit and a ponytail. Santana didn't recognize her girlfriend's bag, but it did have ducks all over the print. She assumed that this one was actually Brittany's backpack. A few times every year, Santana would have to track down some underclassman to recover one of Britt's bags. The blonde hadn't yet grasped the concept of capitalism and insisted that trading a bag of her class books in exchange for a bag of skittles was a fair trade.
The second Britt recognized Puck she turned to him excitedly. "Puck! Good thing you're here! I was going to go look for you!"
"Seems like Puck sauce is real popular with the ladies today." Puck winked.
"Is that like duck sauce? Cause I tried to feed it to my duck once when my parents let me keep it in my room and Herbert didn't like it. False advertisement." Britt asked sincerely.
"Not exactly, Brittany, but Puck sauce has been known to be irresistible to most women."
"I'll have to try some!"
"As if." Santana broke into the conversation and shot Puck a glare accompanied by a harder push of her finger into his chest.
"Well since I'm here I was wondering if you could answer some questions about the missing trophy and the broken trophy case." Brittany pulled up the notepad she had been scribbling on since the meeting in Sue's office. "Where were you on the night of…two nights ago?"
"Umm home?"
"Please I know you've been seeing that sophomore slut from the cheerios. I know how you work. It was a Monday night don't tell me you were just home." Santana snipped.
"If you have to know I was at the Robinson's house. I've been cleaning their pool about twice a week now for free."
"Gross."
"That's so nice. I didn't know how big you were into charity." Brittany said over San's singular word of disgust. "On TV, the bad guy is always a gardener, butler, scientist, owner, or the pool boy. So I just want you to know that you are on my lists of suspects until I can prove you guilty then you'll be on my list of culprits."
Santana was only half listening to Brittany talk about how the lists worked and why Puck would never be crossed off them because the Latina was too busy checking out her girlfriend's bag. "Hold up. Did your bag just move, Britt Britt?" But the blonde was too busy to hear Santana. One of the printed ducks bulged and then shifted back down before another one bulged from a different place. "B, what do you have in your bag?"
"Shush, don't worry about it, San." Brittany looked at her with big eyes before turning back to Puck.
Oh hell no! Brittany just shushed her and then gave her the look that said whatever was in the bag was definitely bad news. Santana had seen that look so many times before. The result always spelled out trouble for the duo. The backpack continued to bulge more violently. Dark eyes drifted towards the back of Britt's head. She needed to at least know what was inside it.
Slowly she reached up to the zipper at the top of the bag and took a deep breath. It was probably just a chipmunk or some small creature that Brittany found on the way to school this morning. Or it could be a garden gnome and Britt had planned to reunite it with Rachel – a long lost relative or something. She had only opened it a few inches when she heard a low deep hiiiisssssssss.
"No!" Brittany screamed, but it was too late. A dark large object leapt from the confines of the bag straight towards the dark-haired beauty. Santana barely had any time to raise her right arm before the animal took a swipe.
"Shit!" Santana screamed and grasped her arm tightly. She could feel dark warm blood running down and beneath her fingers.
Lord Tubbington had already curled into a ball and looked like he was taking a nap. "You little monster! I know you are not sleeping right now after you maimed me!" Santana made a move to lunge at the cat. Puck grabbed her just in time and held her in the air while she kicked and tried to claw her way towards the cat.
"Aww, San, why'd you have to scare him like that? I was keeping him in there so he could sniff out clues and hear my interrogations!" Brittany bent down and picked the incredibly large cat off the ground. "You okay, Lord Tubbington?"
"Me? Scare him? He just attacked me!" Santana was screaming. "Put me down, Puck!"
"Nope. I think you need to see the nurse. You're bleeding all over my cleanest shirt." Puck spoke while half dragging and half carrying Santana towards the nurse's office at the far end of the hallway.
"You're lucky you don't need stitches. I'm surprised they still haven't figured out how these wild raccoons keep getting into the lockers. But you're a tough cookie. I need to call your parents to find out if they want you to go to the hospital anyway before I send you back to class. Okay, honey?" The nurse asked gently. "It should only take a few minutes."
"Whatever."
The nurse had been nice enough, but Santana was in a foul mood after being attacked by her girlfriend's pussy. Not the pussy she wanted and it definitely hadn't been in a good way. At the mention of her parents, Santana's mood worsened. She muttered under her breath. "Good luck getting in touch with them, lady."
She looked down at the bandages wrapped around her arm. The stupid cat had gotten her pretty deep. What had Brittany been thinking anyway? And defending LT instead of making sure her girlfriend was okay? Santana couldn't help but fume as she sat on the small cot in the nurse's office. A curtain had been drawn around her bed to prevent anyone from interrupting the nurse as she had wrapped and cleaned the wound. But apparently when the nurse went so did all of Santana's privacy. A tall silhouette moved outside of the curtain and Santana let out a small sigh as she instantly recognized the form. She would recognize it anywhere.
"Are you just going to shuffle out there or are you going to come and see if I still have an arm?"
"Hey, San, I didn't know if you'd want to see me." Brittany popped her head between the sheets of the curtains. "I really like that arm so I hope you still have it."
Santana rolled her eyes and smiled slowly before she raised her arm so Brittany could see she was still intact. "All there. No thanks to Tubbs."
"I'm sorry, S! I didn't know that he wouldn't like my bag. He's always hiding in things so I figured he wouldn't mind." Britt kept her head down. Her mouth twisted with an apology almost like a small child who felt guilty about breaking something.
"B, why are standing out there? Just come in here and I am sure I can think of some way for you to make it up to me."
"I was hoping you'd say that because I already thought of a way." Brittany's eyes went from puppy dog to seduction in about two seconds. Her blue eyes sparkled and Santana instantly forgot why she was pretending to be mad at her girlfriend. When Britt turned it on, she turned it on hard.
Britt pushed back the curtain and Santana's mouth dropped. "Shit."
Standing in front of Santana, Brittany wore the candy stripped nurse outfit which the brunette kept in her cheerios locker room as a secret. She hadn't even thought of it since she had kissed Finn at the kissing booth sometime last year. It wasn't often that she needed to dress like that. Britt didn't quite fill out the top like Santana did, but what the small skirt did was draw attention to the blonde's impossibly long legs. Britt had taken out her ponytail and wore her hair framing her face underneath the small fake Red Cross hat.
Santana made a move to stand, but Britt closed the curtain behind her and crossed the distance between them in one smooth move.
"Britt," Santana moaned low and hard as the blonde pushed her body up against her. She was trapped with her back to the wall and her girlfriend grinding in front. "The nurse said she'd be back."
Brittany smirked and shook her head. She placed one long slender finger up against Santana's pursed lips. "Shhh, don't worry about it. I made sure no one will get in here till we're ready. Now tell your nurse where it hurts."
Santana didn't have time to respond. Britt brushed her lips down into Santana's letting the plush lips drag with only the slightest of touches. That's all it took for Santana to let out a rugged sigh at the contact. Britt took the noise as encouragement and bit San's bottom lip gently and dragged it down for a hot second before crashing their lips together. Santana's hands wrapped around her girlfriend's neck and slid through her hair knocking off the ridiculous hat. B already had moved her hands down the front of Santana's cheerios outfit to her waist and lifted her off the ground a few inches to pin her against the wall. It didn't matter how long they had fooled around with each other in those skirts, they had yet to lose their sexiness.
San pushed on leg up over Brittany's hip as her lips dragged south to the blonde's exposed neck and collarbone. Soft kisses trailed over her light skin and small nips drew hitches in her girlfriend's breathing. Britt's hands had already worked down between the small strips of material that hung around the cheerio's outfit like a skirt. She easily pushed them to the side and slid her hand right between Santana's spread legs. "Mhmm." Was the only word the brunette could get out. Brittany rubbed the outside of the red material imaging how wet Santana was underneath.
"Don't tease. Come on, baby, we don't have a lot of time."
Britt slipped a finger underneath the folds of the material and stroked her skin running her fingernails along the inside of her thighs. Santana's grip tightened around Brittany's back and scratched at the back of the nurse outfit trying to gain leverage so she could try to rub herself on Brittany's exploring hands. The blonde's other hand rose now trailing along the dark beauty's skin unable to help herself as her fingers dipped beneath her top. Her nails dragged over Santana's abs up towards her bra where she cupped her tit not yet slipping underneath the material.
"Britt…" The Latina whimpered against Brittany's neck.
She was answered by a flinger slipping up between the folds of her pussy and rubbed along the increasing wetness between her legs.
"You're so wet, S."
Santana gasped louder this time and bit her bottom lip. "More. Please nurse I don't know how much longer I can last." Her words rolled from her sweet tongue right against Britt's ear. It set the girl off. She dipped her fingers into her girlfriend. Santana let out a much loader noise this time and ripped her head back to make unbelievable fuck-me-eyes with Brittany. Her dark eyes met with crystal blue. For an instant they kept still except for their breathing hot and heavy. Everything intensified the feel of Brittany's finger wet and encased in the gorgeous woman. She made the slightest movement and Santana's head shot back against the wall. The blonde began to stroke her fingers in and out at a hard fast pace. Santana's eyes closed in intense rapture up towards the ceiling.
Brittany increased her movement and eventually slipped a second finger between her legs. She loved the sounds Santana made when she couldn't control how fucked she felt when their bodies were flushed against each other. Now she worked her dancer's hips in time with every thrust of her fingers and every buck San made till they were bumping and grinding up against the cold concrete wall of the nurse's office. Santana could barely stop herself from screaming and her hands clawed up and down Brittany's back. One of the nurse's trays which held some soiled bloodied rags from cleaning her hand got knocked over and clattered to the ground, but she didn't notice. All she felt were Britt's fingers and her unreal body grinding in and out of her.
The door began to rattle outside of the curtain and the two girls could hear the nurse outside pounding on the window. Santana's eyes connected with Brittany's again. Another jolt of electricity shot between them. Her voice was sultry and direct. "Keep going."
"Why is this locked? Can you hear me? Let me in. I'll have to get the janitor." The nurse's shoes could be heard walking away, but the girls could care less. At that moment Santana braced herself as bit hard into the blonde's shoulder to stop herself from screaming at the orgasm that rocked her body. Waves of pleasure rolled over and over again and her girlfriend kept her fingers there loving the feel of her orgasm while inside of Santana.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." Santana whispered breathlessly against Brittany's shoulder. They both stayed still for a few moments. It allowed them a minute to recover. Eventually Santana lowered her leg from around the blonde's hips and loved the ached it produced when she finally put her legs back together. God, she could stay with her legs spread for Britt forever.
"So does this mean you forgive me and Lord Tubbington?" Her voice was all honey.
"You maybe. Tubbs has a lot to make up for."
"Here, let me kiss it." Brittany reached down and raised Santana's arm gently. Her lips pressed soft butterfly kisses all around the bandage without breaking eye contact. "All better?"
"Yeah." She couldn't contain a glowing smile.
The door outside the curtain started to rattle again. "I wish I could remember which key it was." They heard voices beyond.
"You have such sex hair." Santana giggled as she ran her fingers through Britt's hair.
"Well your uniform isn't even covering all the parts of you that I call mine." The taller girl raised her brows and looked Santana up and down. Her shirt was practically off and her skirt was so skewed that it could have been mistaken for a thong if those strips of cloth were hanging haphazardly around the tanned skin beauty's waist. Santana looked down and continued to laugh. She quickly pulled her shirt down and straightened herself out. Britt also pulled up the very revealing blouse of the nurse outfit not that it helped to cover anything.
The door opened and the nurse immediately ripped opened the curtain to check on her patient. Instead she found Santana in an unusually happy mood and a good coloring to her cheeks. The second thing she noticed was an oddly dressed blonde sitting next to the bed and holding her hand.
"Didn't you hear me calling?" The nurse asked with suspicious eyes unsure what to think about the scene.
"Oh I'm sorry were you trying to get in? My friend came to visit me. She volunteers at the children's hospital and when she heard about my accident, she came to visit right away." Santana's eyes sparkled.
"I like to give out treats." Brittany nodded enthusiastically.
"More like tricks in that outfit, B." San couldn't help herself as she muttered to her girlfriend.
The nurse looked back and forth between the two girls.
Santana continued. "I'm sure you couldn't get a hold of either of my parents which isn't a big deal. My father's a doctor anyway so I am sure when he gets around to it, he'll check me out. Prob send me to a plastic surgeon just to make sure that I won't be permanently scarred from this incident. And if I'm raving mad and foaming at the mouth in the next few days then we'll know that raccoon had rabies."
"What raccoon-"
Santana silenced Brittany. "So if you don't mind I will just head back to class. And be sure to tell Figgins to be thankful I don't feel like a lawsuit today."
"Come on, Britt Britt. We're out." Santana got up still holding to the other girl's hand.
"Where are we going?"
"As much as I love that outfit, you are going to have to change into something that won't have every boy falling over as you walk through the halls. Besides," Santana winked. "We have not one, but two cases to solve."
