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Three Things, Part Two
It's early. Too early. The first day back from winter break and Sue has called an emergency early-morning meeting an hour before school starts. So you're at McKinley at 7:30 instead of 8:30, and you're pretty pissed about it because you're probably the worst morning person ever. Brittany sits next to you with her head resting on your shoulder, because she's just as tired as you are. You would know, as you were over at her place quite late last night trying to catch up on late Spanish homework.
It's late, but you have Spanish homework to do. Mr. Schue was giving you extra time to complete it due to double duty with Glee and Cheerios, but his good graces had a limit. So you and Brittany are attempting finish it off before you go back to school tomorrow. Verb conjugations. You speak fluent Spanish, but Brittany needs help, and you can't say no to Brittany. You restrain yourself for quite a while before you find yourself tangling your fingers in her long blonde tresses. At first she ignores you, nobly pressing forward with her verb conjugations.
"Poder, to be able to. Yo puedo. Tu puedes. El puede. Ella puede. Nosotros podemos. Ustedes pueden."
You chuckle lightly to yourself. She shoots you a stern look.
"Comer, to eat."
Your dirty mind hops to the most sexual connotation of this particular verb and you become a little bolder in your actions, pressing your side against hers and inching your face closer to her neck.
"Yo como."
With one hand you sweep the hair from her neck.
"Tu comes."
You blow gently on the newly revealed area of bare skin. She shudders, then continues.
"El come. Ella come."
You press the lightest of kisses to the flushed skin. Her voice has visibly changed, dropping to a much lower register than before.
"Nosotros comemos…"
You don't even wait for the ustedes conjugation and latch onto her ear, earning a long, low moan from your friend. You suckle lightly and swirl the small loop earring in your mouth, tasting its metallic tang, before going for the gusto and rolling her over for access to her mouth.
She reaches up, seizes you by the back of the neck and pulls you down before you can lean, and claims your mouth in a heated kiss. Your rule about not fooling around when there is work to be done seems to have flown out the window, but you are now tongue-kissing your best friend in her room with your hand slipping under the bottom of her shirt, and move to remove it…
"Okay ladies welcome back from winter break," Sue's electronically amplified voice sounds over her trademark bullhorn and she struts into the gym and breaks your delightful daydream. "Welcome back to the suck. You all look like you've put on enough weight to shop at Lane Bryant so we're going to have to whip you back into fighting shape."
There's a short pause while Sue soaks up the perceived shame that floats off the Cheerios as they exchange looks.
"And I don't have time to tell you that you're all beautiful and special, unique flowers so go get on your running clothes and be on the track in less than 5 minutes. We're going for a little jog."
You stifle a groan, even though you really want to let it out. But you're gunning for head cheerleader and a head cheerleader obeys her coach. Quinn certainly did, which frightening efficiency, which is why she had the job in the first place. Secretly you think Sue smelled a rebellious attitude about you that she didn't from Quinn, which is why she was picked over you. But circumstances change, and now you have an opportunity that you can't pass up. So you spring off the bleachers and into the locker room to change, but manage to sneak a tiny peak at a momentarily pant-less Brittany before tying your sneakers and rushing outside into the cold Ohio air.
You form the girls into ranks quickly (they seem to be listening to you pretty well, since Quinn was ousted from their ranks) and Sue approaches driving her go-kart, warmly dressed and holding a cup of something hot. You wrinkle your nose to keep from snarling, because you're admittedly terrified of her.
"Now ladies," she begins, then takes a sip of her beverage, "stop shivering like little babies or I'll make you run double distance. We're going to have a run leader, and if you do not keep pace with your run leader then you will run double distance. Understood?"
"Yes, Coach Sylvester," the Cheerios respond in unison.
"Good. Brittany, front and center."
You see your friend hop forward with amazing athleticism. "Yes, Coach."
Sue looks over Brittany for a few moments, pondering. "You've got long legs. Set a pace, make them work for it."
"Yes Coach."
"2 miles. How many laps is that?"
"Uh…." You can't see Brittany's face but you can hear the panic in her voice.
"8!" You practically yell before she has a chance to respond. Coach, thankfully, doesn't think much of your intrusion. Brittany looks back at you and smiles gratefully.
"Good to see that someone knows math on this squad, Lopez. Now move it, everyone!"
It isn't until lunch that you find yourself in a slightly better mood as you load your tray with mashed potatoes and chicken fingers. Coach isn't here to berate you and if she's going to continue to work you like this then you're going to need carbs to keep any energy in your body. You take your tray and look around for Brittany before spotting her at a table with Puck and Quinn.
"These morning workouts are going to kill us," you say as you set your tray down and slide in close to your best friend. You watch Quinn's reaction anytime you mention the Cheerios, even now she flinches, which you take a small measure of satisfaction from.
"I thought it was kind of fun," Brittany replies. She's making some sort of sculpture out of her potatoes with the plastic silverware.
"If you didn't run so damn fast it might've been," you retort with a bit of sting in your voice. With anyone else it would be considered a rude thing to say, but Brittany just beams a smile at you and goes back to her potato art, because she knows that you don't mean it.
"Have you started the new routine yet?" Quinn pipes in, sounding a little bit sad.
You can't help the smugness that's in your voice, even if it makes you a bitch. "No, not yet. But I'm supposed to go by Coach Sylvester's office after Glee practice and look over what she has so far."
"Oh," her voice is so…defeated. You feel the tiniest bit sorry for her, but push it away because she wouldn't be in this position in the first place if she had just made Puck wear the damn condom. You dive into your pile of mashed potatoes with gusto, because you still have history and geometry to suffer through before Glee practice.
"Puck," you hear Quinn say. "Close your fucking mouth when you chew." He narrows his eyes at his new girlfriend but obeys. You're mildly impressed.
"I hear Finn and Rachel are dating," Brittany pipes in around a mouth full of potatoes. A dark look passes over Quinn's features. It's quick, but you notice it nonetheless. As much as man hands annoys you, the fact that she gets to Quinn so much is endlessly amusing.
"I doubt that," Puck responds, making sure to talk food-free this time. "Finn's too concerned with his rep to make it official."
"Why? He's a whiny virgin, that's not much of a rep." It's a bitch thing to say, sure, but that doesn't stop you from saying it.
Once again you gage Quinn's reaction, but her face is fascinatingly blank. You smirk and try to sneak one of Brittany's chicken fingers off her tray, only to have her squeal and slap your hand away. Quinn peers over your shoulder, and then her face has a smirk.
"Well I have to say, being pregnant, I can at least eat what I want. You better hide those carbs if you don't wanna do office crunches after school today."
Your head whips around only to see Sue strolling in to the cafeteria, cell phone attached to her ear and an on-the-warpath look on her face.
"Shit!"
You and Brittany wolf down the remainder of the mashed potatoes like it's your last meal.
"Come on," you tell Brittany, mouth still full, and drag her from the table.
"Bye Puck, bye Quinn!" Brittany calls brightly over her shoulder. You roll your eyes. If you didn't like Brittany so much you'd be much more annoyed.
But you can't avoid Sue for forever, and just days later you find yourself side by side with Brittany on the end of a professional ass-chewing.
"You two should be wetting yourselves with shame." Sue's on the elliptical while she's tearing you a new one, always the queen of multitasking, amongst other things. "Glee club won sectionals and you did nothing to stop it."
She gets off the elliptical and walks until she's behind you. "If you were samurai, and my letter opener were sharp enough, I would command you to commit seppuku. In Japanese this means ritual belly slitting."
"We were seduced by the glitz and glamour of showbiz," offers Brittany timidly.
Sue ignores the statement. "Let me drop some knowledge on you. Ever since Quinn Fabray got knocked up I've been in the market for a new head cheerleader." You can feel Brittany looking to you for answers, but you keep your head down. Just weather the storm, you want to tell her.
"If you want the job, and back in my good graces, you're going to have to turn around."
It's a command, and the two of you obey in unison. "And listen up," she adds.
She's orders you to go after Finn to make Rachel jealous, because Rachel wants Finn so much that if she lost him she would quit Glee in anguish. When she dismisses the two of you, you scurry into the girl's bathroom for a pow wow.
"What are we going to do? I don't want to ruin Glee."
Truth to tell, you were starting to have mixed feelings about Operation Destroy Schuester too. You weren't lying when you said that Glee was the best part of your day, ever since you were a kid some of the happiest times were singing to Disney songs along with Brittany. But you liked being a Cheerio more. You liked the power, and you liked the respect it brought you. While you were a formidable force by yourself, but with the Cheerios uniform on you were practically unstoppable.
Brittany looks at you with searching eyes.
"San, what are going to do?" she repeats.
"We do what she says," you say evenly. "Rachel wouldn't quit Glee just because of Finn, they go through ups and downs all the time. We take him to dinner, and we do our thing."
Brittany dons her usual confused face. "Why both of us?"
You crinkle your face in disgust. "Because Finn's dumb and annoying and if you're not there to talk to me I might, like, hit him in the face or something."
She smiles brightly. "You like talking to me?"
You can't help but smile back. "Duh."
She giggles again, and you feel your pulse quicken because the look that covers her face now is the "I want to kiss you" look. You don't want to start something in school, but she looks so damn cute, so you kiss her cheek softly to keep her smiling.
"Your place after Glee?" You ask with just a hint of seduction in your voice.
"Definitely."