The Latina broke out of her trance after hearing the blondes gentle voice. She looked up and was met with a set of penetrating blue eyes that stared into her own intense brown ones. Santana began to feel exposed and vulnerable; it felt as though Brittany could melt away the girls' hardened and guarded exterior with just one look. The brunette began to panic and when Santana panics she does what Santana does best; go in to bitch mode.
"Nothing gets past you does it, Sherlock?" the Latina snapped. The blonde seemed unfazed by Santana's tone of voice.
"Hi, I'm Brittany" she smiled and showed her perfect set of teeth.
"Yeah I know, Mrs Hendrix already mentioned" Santana said and did her signature eye roll at the blonde.
Brittany's smile started to fade and began to anxiously play with one of her suspenders that were attached to her shorts, "I wasn't expecting to see you again" she murmured and then cleared her throat "you know, after Friday". Santana felt as though time and her heart had stopped, she knew it was impossible but she had hoped that the blonde had forgotten about what happened. The Latina felt her hands start to go clammy and her face heated up but she had her best poker face on.
"Friday? What happened Friday?" she asked sweetly and looked away from Brittany.
The blonde looked at the Latina as if she was crazy "w-we kind ofhadsex" Brittany mumbled although she said the last part of the sentence so fast that it had merged into one word. Santana looked back up at the now tomato red Brittany and moved her dark bangs out of her eyes "um, no. I'm pretty sure I would remember you if anything happened plus I'm not in to girls so" she held up her hands as though to say I'm innocent.
"But-.." Brittany began but she didn't have chance to finish because Santana shot her the "if you don't shut up within the next 10 seconds then I will make sure you will never be able to speak again" glare.
Half of the lesson went past when Santana felt Brittany's eyes on her and felt herself turn an embarrassing shade of pink. She looked to her side and caught Brittany's eyes for a split second before the blonde quickly looked back down at her work. Santana leaned up and hissed in Brittany's ear "didn't your mama ever tell you it's rude to stare Blondie?" She was so close to the girl that she could smell the citrus shampoo that she had only ever smelled once before.
The Latina smirked to herself when she heard Brittany's breathing hitch and continued to answer the questions that Mrs Hendrix had written on the board but she couldn't help but start to feel guilty about being a bitch towards the girl.
The rest of the lesson went on in silence and the tension grew so thick that not even an axe would be able to break it.
It was lunch time at McKinley and Santana sat at her usual table in the Cafeteria with Quinn and the losers she now called friends: Rachel, Mercedes, Puck, Kurt, Blaine, Artie, Sam and Finn. Okay, so some of them weren't really her friends.
Santana was too busy telling Rachel the list of reasons why she should return to Willy Wonkas Chocolate Factory to join the other Oompa Loompas to notice Mike,Tina and a cheerful Brittany walking towards to the group.
"Brittany, these are the people I was telling you about. Mercedes, Sam, Artie, Kurt, Quinn, Santana, Blaine, Finn and Rachel this is Brittany. Brittany, meet the gang" Mike introduced them and gestured to each person as he said their names.
Everybody in the group smiled and welcomed Brittany apart from Santana who suddenly found her chicken mayonnaise sandwich to be very entertaining.
"So how do you two know each other?" Mercedes asked with her mouth full of tuna salad wrap.
"Mercedes! Don't talk with your mouth full. You're getting pieces of wet lettuce all over my vintage Armani blazer!" Kurt stressed and Mercedes flipped him off playfully.
"I just moved here from Cleveland so I'm new in Lima as you've probably guessed so my first priority was to find an awesome dance studio for myself because I'm a dancer. After looking for ages I finally found one that I liked which turned out to be the same studio Mike goes to and...-" Brittany rambled on and fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt. Santana smiled at the memory of Brittany dancing with her at the party, she knew that the girl just had to be a dancer, that would also explain her insane abs.
"So anyway..." Mike interrupted Brittany; the Latina frowned because she found that she liked listening to the blondes nervous word vomit. "We talked for a while and I found out that Brittany would be attending McKinley so I invited her to the party on Friday night to introduce you guys but...i um...got distracted by this one" Mike explained and placed a kiss on Tinas cheek.
"Oh dude, that party was crazy" Puck said and fist pumped the other boy. "So many girls wanted to take a ride on the puckasaurus; I swear I had one girl giving head, finger fucking another and toe fucking the third. It was MINDBLOWING" he declared while the rest of the group just looked at him with what only could be described as disgust.
"I can't believe I ever found you attractive" Quinn said in horror.
"Toe fucking? That's a thing? Do you keep your socks on or do you take them off? "Finn asked dopily. Rachel looked at him fearfully and scuttled several inches away from her boyfriend.
Santana tried to get the vile images out of her head before her sandwich came back up.
After a stunned silence Rachel was first to speak "I guess I was wrong, maybe it's you who actually needs to go to therapy for your sex addiction Puck and not Santana".
It's a good thing that Santana wasn't drinking anything at that moment because she would have probably spat it back out, she quickly glanced at Brittany for the first time since they had seen each other in History. The blonde looked rather amused by the situation and not the slightest bit weirded out.
"What?! I do not have a sex addiction!" Santana spluttered.
"All I'm saying is that you're not alone Santana, there are people who can help you" she gently patted the Latinas knee.
"So what if I like to have sex? It's not a crime" Santana said and lifted her legs up so the small girl couldn't reach her.
"Lord Tubbington had to go to therapy for his alcohol addiction" Brittany piped up, the teenagers whipped their heads round at the dancer.
"Lord Tubbington?" asked Artie and raised an eyebrow.
Brittany nodded "yeah, he's my-..".
"Laaaawd have mercy!" Mercedes burst out "look at the size of that hickey, damn girl!" she pointed at Brittany's neck. Santana looked up and sure enough there was a pretty impressive sized purplish pink hickey on the skin of the blonde's pale neck. She couldn't help the sense of pride that swelled up inside her.
Brittany blushed and tried to hide the hickey with her hair but it was too late, everybody had seen it. "Who did that? Their lips would have to be massive so obviously I'd go with Sam because hello? Have you seen his mouth?" Kurt said, loving the gossip.
"Hey!" Sam called out and covered his mouth.
Santana felt her chest begin to close up and she was sure she was about to have a panic attack. This was it, this was the moment Santana had dreaded. It was all going to be out. She was going to have to explain to everyone, she would have to face her parents, she would lose her status at school and...-
"It was just this random boy I was dancing with on Friday, no big deal" Brittany shrugged.
Santana felt her breathing slowly return to normal; Brittany hadn't said anything but why didn't she say anything? The blonde could have got the Latina back for being a bitch to her earlier or skipping out on her but she didn't and that's what didn't make sense to Santana.
Santana's thoughts got lost in her mind throughout the rest of lunch; she didn't pay attention to any of her friends' conversations. She looked up and caught the blonde looking at her but instead of glaring at her which she would have usually done, she thanked her silently. Brittany must have understood because she nodded and then went back to her conversation with Tina.
"SANTANA! Hurry up or I'll start the movie without you!" Quinn screeched down the stairs. The pair were having their weekly Friday sleepover, it was a thing they've done ever since they were seven but they hardly happened anymore because of other offers such as parties or dates - things that were guaranteed to boost your status at McKinley.
"If you start that movie before I'm there,then I swear I'll shove this popcorn so far down your throat you will crap out popcorn for months" Santana screamed as she waited in Quinn's kitchen for the microwave to beep. The Latina heard the blondes laughter echo all the way downstairs.
"You know you could have helped Q" Santana said as she walked into her friends bedroom and placed their wine and popcorn on the blondes bed.
"Well I had a feeling that I could've but I sometimes have the feeling I can do crystal meth, but then I think, mmm... better not" Quinn winked and began to unscrew the wine bottle and pour two glasses out.
The Latina rolled her eyes playfully at the movie reference "you're so lame Q. I'd love to see you take crystal meth though, it would be hilarious to see you trip out" Santana giggled at the mental image and helped herself to popcorn.
"You've already seen me "trip out" that time Puck, you and me smoked pot under the bleachers" the blonde said and flicked popcorn at the brunette.
"Who'd have thought it eh? Quinn Fabray; the good little church girl getting up to dirty antics under the bleachers" Santana raised her eyebrows.
"You make it sound so wrong Santana! I can't take you seriously right now because you look like a twelve year old" Quinn teased and looked a make up less Santana up and down who was dressed in a stripy green tank top and grey sleep shorts and her dark hair was tied in a loose bun at the top of her head.
"Hey, it's not the mouth it comes out of it's the mind it goes in and yet I'm still hotter than you" the Latina joked and flicked the biggest piece of popcorn she could find at Quinn.
"I swear we were supposed to be watching the movie I picked" the blonde girl said avoiding the pieces of popcorn that was being thrown at her.
"Well press play then you lazy bitch" Santana shoved Quinn off the bed.
Santana didn't know what was louder, the ending credits of the movie or Quinn's crying.
"Come on Q, it wasn't even that sad" Santana said and lightly put her arm round her friend.
"B-but they died Santana!" Quinn wailed out and raised the glass of wine to her lips. "Okay that's enough of the wine Q, I refuse to deal with a weepy angry drunk Quinn tonight" the Latina said and took the glass away from her.
Quinn broke down into hysterics "all I want Santana, is somebody that loves me! Is that too much to ask!?". Santana would love to say that Quinn angry drunk crying about relationships hardly ever happened but it actually occurred more or less every time Quinn had alcohol or watched a romantic movie.
"I want somebody who looks at me like Jack looked at Rose, Romeo looked at Juliet, Sully looked at Mike" Quinn cried into the Latinas shoulder, Santana tried not to laugh at the last comparison. "Yeah I know what you mean, you want somebody to look at you the way Cosima looks at Delphine"
"What is it about me that makes me so unlovable? Am I fat? Am I ugly? Do I smell? Are my boobs not big enough?" the blonde was now red in the face and started to bang her head against the wall out of frustration.
The night was not going as the Latina had planned.
Santana put her hands on her friends shoulders and shook her "listen to me Q, I'm going to be brutally honest with you" the blondes eyes widened "you're not fat or you're not ugly; in fact you're actually really attractive and yes sometimes you do smell after gym class but everybody does and if anything your boobs are too big because they're definitely more than a handful and in my opinion that's just a waste".
"Do you know the last time I had sex was?! Four months ago! Four fucking months and that was with Puckerman of all people!" sobbed Quinn.
"Do something about it then, hire a hooker" the Latina told her.
"I'm serious! I'm fed up Santana, I'm fed up of feeling alone" hiccuped the blonde.
"Me too" Santana hushed but not quite loud enough for Quinn to hear.
Santana held Quinn in the blonde's bed and talked about nonsense for another hour in an attempt to calm Quinn down.
"What do you think of that new girl? Whatserface? Bethany?" Quinn asked unexpectedly, still clearly drunk.
"Brittany. I don't know she's okay I guess?" said the Latina and suddenly wished she was drunk too.
"She's pretty, you know like really pretty" Quinn slurred.
"Jesus Quinn, you gay for her or something?" joked Santana even though nobody was laughing.
"Nope! She's got a boyfriend though" the girl informed her, her blonde head still on the Latinas shoulder.
Santana's whole body stiffened "I'm pretty sure she doesn't Quinn" she said stroking the blonde's hair; she wasn't sure why but the thought of Brittany having a boyfriend didn't sit well with her at all.
"Yes she does S! Who do you think Lord Tubbington is?!" the girl poked her in the chest.
Santana shrugged and felt her stomach drop a little bit but she couldn't help a smirk form across her face because not even she is cruel enough to name a child "Lord Tubbington". Santana got up and walked across Quinn's room and put another DVD in the DVD player.
"Santanaaa, that better not be a scary movie" whined Quinn.
Before Santana could lie and say it wasn't the opening credits for Insidious illuminated the room.
"You bitch" Santana heard Quinn mumble under her breath.
"I had to sit through your shit excuse for a movie and the aftermath so now you're sitting through mine" the Latina told her and prodded her in the ribs.
Quinn sighed and leaned over Santana to retrieve the wine.
"Ihateyouihateyouihateyou" Quinn screamed in Santana's face after the movie had ended.
"Bitch please you love me, I'm the only one that puts up with your shit" Santana reminded the blonde.
"I swear to God if I was sober enough right now I would throw your ass down the stairs" Quinn threatened.
"Whoa would you look at that, church girl saying the big man's name" the Latina said sarcastically and started to flip through TV channels.
"You know what I'm going to do Santana?" Quinn fired at the brunette making Santana jump. The blonde obviously furious at the world.
"What are you going to do Quinn?" Santana questioned.
"I'm going to ring that ass of a boy Puck and tell him what I think of him" Quinn announced proudly and stumbled to the other side of the room to find her phone and call her ex boyfriend.
"PUT IT ON LOUDSPEAKER" Santana shrieked, she did not want to miss drunk Quinn on a mission.
"Puck...its Quinn"
"Ah Quinnn, wait which one? Hot Quinn, Redhead Quinn or other Quinn" it was obvious he was drunk too.
"You've got to be kidding me! I better be under "Hot Quinn" since we dated for ages"
"Yup I'm totally kidding Quinn, why are you calling we haven't spoken properly in a looong time"
"There are some things that were left unsaid Noah"
"Noah huh? Ooh baby you know how much I love it when you become the dominant one" Santana snorted and tried to contain her laughter.
Quinn yelled through the phone "you are foul Noah, your dick isn't even that big and your bellybutton fetish is just downright creepy". Santana lost it at bellybutton fetish and doubled up in laughter.
"...Why you gotta hate?"
"Ugh I'm done Noah, bye"
"Wait-.."
Quinn had already hung up and dropped her phone to the floor "that felt so good" she breathed in and wrapped her arms around herself.
"Bellybutton fetish?!" Santana cried.
"You don't want to know, trust me S" Quinn scrunched up her face at the thought.
"Oh now I have to know" the Latina led on her stomach on the bed and looked up at the girl with puppy dog eyes.
"Okay, but I warn you this is worse than the time we watched two girls one cup at summer camp" Quinn cautioned.
Santana's jaw dropped "on another note, I don't actually care."
Quinn sighed out in relief, pleased that she wouldn't have to relive about her and ex boyfriends bedroom habits.
"Hey Q, did you hear that?" Santana rolled over and elbowed Quinn to wake her up.
Quinn groaned and looked at the time on her phone, it was 1.00am. Who would be knocking on the Fabrays house at this time in the morning?
"Oh Gosh, what if it's Puck wanting to make up or something. I don't think I have the strength" Quinn moaned. "If it is Puck then I'll kick his ass okay Quinn? Don't worry" Santana reassured her and began to walk downstairs. She heard Quinn gasp and looked behind her.
"Q what's up? Why aren't you coming?" the Latina walked back towards her friend.
"What if it's a crazy axe murderer? Or what if they kidnap up us and put us into human trafficking? Or what if it's a crazy pervert? Oh my gosh what if it's worse? What if it's Mr Schue?!" Quinn was almost hyperventilating at this point.
"Fucking hell, calm down Rachel Berry" Santana scoffed.
"I'm serious Santana!" the girl was almost in tears.
"I am never ever letting you drink alcohol again Fabray, you're being even more irritating than usual" Santana said and shoved her down the stairs.
Once they were downstairs the duo heard two more knocks on the door, Quinn was armed with a tennis racquet that she had somehow managed to grab on their way to the front door.
Quinn opened the door with the racquet raised above her, ready to strike down the perp if they tried to break in.
"Hi Quinn" Santana heard a soft cheery voice say. The Latina pushed herself off the wall that she was falling asleep against to get a better view of the dancer.
Brittany was dressed in skin tight blue jeans, white t-shirt and a brown leather jacket and under her right arm she was carrying a...motorbike helmet?
"Oh hey Santana" the blonde said but softer this time and Santana gave Brittany a small smile.
"Brittany I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?" Quinn asked and massaged her forehead with the palm of her hand. Her hangover was definitely kicking in.
"I was riding my motorbike through town but I think something pierced the front tyre or something's wrong with the battery because it refuses to move anymore and your house was the house that's closest to where my bike has broken down and I don't have my cell phone on me which means I can't ring for help so I was wondering if I could borrow yours if that's okay?" Brittany said in one breath and played with the hem of her t-shirt, Santana smiled bigger when she noticed that the blonde did that a lot when she rambled or was nervous.
"Um yeah okay" Quinn nodded but then narrowed her eyes "Brittany, how do you know where I live? I mean you've been here for like a week".
"Tina told me a few days ago." Quinn's eyes widened and Brittany realised how wrong that sounded. "Not like that, I didn't ask for your address, it came up in conversation. I promise I'm not a creep!" Brittany basically pleaded with the other blonde. Santana chuckled, Brittany was so awkwardly adorable.
Wait what?
"I believe you" Quinn laughed. "Come inside and you can use my phone to ring for help" she gestured for the blonde to go inside and handed her the cell phone.
"Thank you so much!" grinned the dancer.
Santana and Quinn walked further down the hall to give Brittany the privacy she needed. Santana was the first one to break the silence between the two and whispered "what do you think she was doing riding around town at one in the morning?"
"I don't know it's a mystery" Quinn shrugged.
"She's a mystery" Santana muttered never taking her eyes of Brittany.
A few minutes passed until Brittany bounced up to them [seriously how was this girl so energetic in the early hours of the morning?] and handed Quinn her phone back.
"Everything okay?" Quinn rubbed her eyes.
"Not really" the blonde sighed "the people at the garage said nobodies available until another five hours"
"Well what are you going to do?" Santana finally spoke.
"I'm going to go back and wait by my bike until they arrive, I gave them directions to where it's broke down so I should be okay" Brittany gave a small smile.
Santana shook her head violently "no, you can't go back out. Look, I'm sure you can stick up for yourself but you haven't even been here for a month yet and you don't know how bad Lima can get. It's not safe" Santana put her hands on her hips and looked the girl in the eye.
"Well, i-i don't know what I'm meant to do then" Brittany pouted and god damn it that pout might just be the most adorable thing Santana's ever witnessed.
Before Santana could do anything to stop herself she blurted out what she was thinking ever since Brittany arrived on Quinn's doorstep "don't leave, stay here for the night". Judging by the look on Brittanys face she was as shocked as Santana was over the fact that she had actually said it out loud.
"Is that okay with you Quinn? I mean after all it is your house" Brittany said and started playing with the hem of her t-shirt again.
"Sure" Quinn nodded, she was too tired to properly pay attention to the two girls anymore and began to walk back to her room.
"Where am I meant to sleep?" Brittany called up the stairs. "I don't know; sort it out for her Santana. You basically live here anyway so you know where all the stuff is. I'd do it myself but I may actually collapse if I don't go back to sleep within the next five minutes" Quinn yelled from the top of the stairs while Santana rolled her eyes.
She turned around and was met by the tall girl looking down at her with her crystal blue eyes and a smile that looked like it could end world poverty.
Yup, the night was definitely not going as the Latina planned.