A/N: Hey everybody! Hope you all enjoy your holidays and had a merry Christmas. Sorry for the very late update. I've been really busy and kinda got sick but I'm fine right now. I'll update more regularly now.

So happy New Year 2011 y'all

2- The lovers

Saying Santana Lopez is badass was an understatement. Who at school wouldn't want to be Lopez? She was gifted by life. Captain of the softball team, they had never lost one competition since she integrated the team three years ago. Her body was flawless. Her dark caramel skin accentuated well toned muscles, iron like four pack (yeah, she liked to show off) and a well round and firm ass. Her beautiful face always held assurance and certainty. She likes competition and has to be the best in everything she does. She was a straight A student and always took challenging classes. Everything was good to prove that she was a top dog. No one liked to fuck with her, she was most teachers and the principal's favorite.

Her father was a big businessman and his company was one of the most successful in the country. Needless to say that Santana's family was wealthy, very wealthy. She comes at school with a Porsche and her clothes are always of famous designers (not that she really cares either way…). So basically, she always had what she wanted. Life for Santana couldn't be more great.

Santana wandered around in the hallways, greeting teachers.

"Hey Santana!" or "Morning Lopez!" followed with (most of the time) sincere smiles were her daily routine at Mckinley. She was not a bully. She usually didn't have time to care enough about other students to bully them.

"Ah looking aesthetically pleasing today lopez!" A short brunette told the latina, eyeing her up and down "Are we celebrating something?"

"I always look hot Berry! Had you take up my offer to date my sexy ass that you would be as flawless as me" Santana couldn't help pulling the diva's leg a little.

Rachel rolled her eyes and shut her locker to face the other smirking brunette "Eww! You're definitely not my type Lopez and I'm certainly not materialist enough for you" she retorted.

Santana laughed enjoying their little banter; since she joined the Glee club at MH, she kind of became protective of all its members. She knew that she didn't have to be perfect there and that no one would really care if she sometimes sang out of tune (okay berry will most likely give her a three hour long speech) or missed a step in the choreography. They treated her like any other New Direction member. It felt different and she liked that. Plus, Quinn liked the little diva, so whatever.

"So, did you see Tiff?" the latina finally asked Rachel.

"Um… Cruella? No but I saw Quinn at English class, they must all be by their lockers" she replied looking rather disinterested. Santana rolled her eyes at the nickname attributed to her girlfriend.

"Why are you even dating her?" the diva asked her, turning around so she was completely facing the fierce latina.

Santana just pushed herself off the locker she leant to a few minutes earlier and processed to walk away.

"See ya Streisand" She said as she knocked a slushy off a jock hands and glare at him.

"Move along" she hissed before completely walking away.

"Hey pretty, looking for something?" A male voice said. She spun around to face the muscular football jock.

"Leave me alone Puck. I have no time for your silliness today" she said, glaring at the boy who leant against a locker next to her, sporting a seductive smirking. He raised an eyebrow.

"Cranky today, aren't we? Is our captain pmsing or something?"

She swung at him but he promptly ducked down, avoiding being punched by the latina. He then darted out of her way, almost running in the opposite direction and screamed over his shoulder

"She's over at Quinn Bee's locker! Better go get her and take care of all that energy"

Santana scoffed at him and turned on her heels. She hurriedly made her way to the head cheerleader's locker and noticed the red of the cheer team's uniform.

"Ah there you are!" She said, slowing her pace down as she came closer to the group.

She watched as the smaller brunette before her changed her demeanor. The girl titled her head a little to the left side and cocked her hips. She then slowly turned around, a seductive smirk plastered on her face. Hazel eyes twinkled as they set on the latina.

"Were you looking for me?" the gorgeous brunette answered playfully.

Santana hugged her girlfriend, inhaling her perfume. It's been so damn long. She kissed the giggling brunette on her cheek, her lips missing the warm and tender skin.

"I missed you" she whispered in Tiffany's ear, her body readjusting to the warmth of the beautiful girl in her arms. It's been a really long summer without her and Santana truly missed that warmth, her girlfriend.

"I can see that" the smaller brunette said, burying her face in the crook of Santana's neck.

She heard Quinn clear her throat up not so subtly and turned her head to the right so she could properly see her.

"Hi Santana! It's nice to see you" the head cheerleader said as she looked at Santana up and down.

"Hello Quinn"

Momentarily bringing back her attention to the girl who was now wriggling against her, she felt someone staring intensely at them and remembered the third cheerleader.

"Hi Brittany" she looked at the tall blonde standing next to them. She looked like she was… embarrassed and uneasy. Her greetings came with a small, timid voice and Santana frowned at the girl.

Santana was familiar to the three girls. Well, she was dating one of them but her relationship to each was different.

Tiffany was her girlfriend. When Santana transferred to Mckinley High three years ago, She was shit scared to say the least. Her life was shattered in pieces. She was an emotional mess but her reaction to all that despair was to block the world outside. The pain she was feeling through her heart and body was unbearable. So unbearable she tightened her jaw and set the hardened face she mastered. The one which said "leave me alone" and left no place for a debate. Has she unclenched her jaw and opened herself, she would have broken down. Like that foreign river that caressing voice whispered in her nights, her tears would have flooded out of her. Tears she didn't even let out that day….

Tiffany was the one who made everything less insufferable, the new high school, the people, the rules everything less intimidating. She was known to be a raging bitch at Mckinley High. When Quinn first introduced them, Tiffany didn't snob her. She stood by Santana since that day, as a friend at first and as a girlfriend later on. Tiffany had her moments but she never let Santana down and Santana would never admit it to any living soul, but she felt safe with Tiffany.

She knew Quinn since she was able to walk. Their parents were friends and they practically grew up together. Quinn was the sister Santana never had. They shared (almost) everything together. In their short-lives, they had witnessed their best and worst. Some things may have made them grow apart in the past few years but there was always that lingering feeling that they will always still have each other's back, no matter what. Quinn was bossy, fierce and unapologetic and Santana was thankful she had her in her life (even though, she wanted to strangle the blond sometimes).

Then there was Brittany… Santana didn't know why but she never really developed any kind of deep friendship or closeness with the girl. Quinn liked Brittany a lot and her girlfriend also seemed to like her company. Santana, however never really got close to her. Maybe the hearsays about Brittany played a role in it. Sure, she was nice to the girl and they sometimes would exchange in group conversations. She always felt a certain awkwardness whenever the girl was around her and couldn't explain it. Brittany seemed to purposefully distance herself from her. Santana sometimes really wanted to know more about her but never really put much thoughts or efforts in it.

She was brought out of her thoughts by her girlfriend's hand, sneaking discreetly under her tight shirt.

"Walk us to class?" Tiffany said as she tugged at Santana's shirt, leaving the latina no other choice but to follow them.

On their short walk to Tiffany and Quinn's next class, Santana learned about their summer. She wasn't really into the conversation. She was just listening to her girlfriend's voice. She was slowly falling back in a comfortable routine, in marks that she needed desperately. With Tiffany she knew things, there were sure and solid like their relationship. This was the constant she was holding onto and she wondered how she managed three fucking months without it. She suddenly felt arms sneak around her neck and pulling her into a tight embrace. She held back the smaller girl impossibly tighter, wanting to make up for all the missed hugs.

Tiffany pulled back and smiled brightly at the darker girl.

"We will make up for all that tonight" she whispered seductively to Santana, squeezing the Latina's hips with intent.

She then glanced at Brittany who was strangely quiet since they left the girls' lockers.

"Hold on that leash tight! No one get a hand on my girl" She winked at Brittany and quickly kissed Santana's jaw before following a hurried Quinn.

Santana was left with a still quiet Brittany in the hallway. She faced the blonde and raised one eyebrow at her. They had a quite a few classes together and the next one was one of them. So she was waiting for the usually bubbly blonde to say something or do anything. The blonde's quietness was starting to get her. Brittany just stared blankly at the latina unable to decide what was the next course of events. After a few moments, she just walked past Santana mumbling something unintelligible to her. The latina sighed and followed her.


Santana liked mathematics. That was one of her favorite classes, but not today. Today's classe was unbearable. Between Puck's lame jokes and the general idiocy of the students, Santana was starting to have a headache. Everything was getting on her nerves for some reason, so she remained silent during the entire class.

"Brittany, could you give us the answer to this equation?" the teacher asked a distracted Brittany (she never liked mathematics. It was complicated and they were way too many theories to learn)

"Um… I…" Brittany started to mumble as some giggles could be heard in the classroom.

"I have an easier one for you Brittz" Karofsky said as he made an obscene gesture at the blonde. Brittany blushed and lowered her eyes. She was embarrassed because yes, she had quite a reputation but there was no reason for people mocking her or picking at her. Also she was part of the powerful few of the school and she wished people would fear her just like they did for Quinn and Tiffany.

The scene and the hockey jock's comment caught Santana's attention. Seeing Brittany so embarrassed made her feel…. uncomfortable and his laughter and the lack of reaction from the teacher angered her. She rolled her eyes, chewing at her cheek and grabbed her backpack. She stuffed her books in it and marched straight to the jock's table. Before anyone could notice or do something, a loud bang was heard after Santana's backpack violently collided with karofsky's head. He fell on the ground loudly as the other students and the students turned their attention to the two students. Santana was already walking toward the teacher as if nothing was happening.

"Mr Holmes? Can I go home? I don't feel that good right now and can't focus but I promise I'll make up for missing the class!" the dark skinned girl simply said not even caring about the agitation behind her.

"What?" Mr Holmes was more preoccupied by the fact that one of his students was lying unconscious on the ground.

"Is it Ok? I'm having a really bad headache right now"

"What? Santana… yes… whatever you want… OMG Karofsky what happened?" he said as he walked toward the group of people around the jock. Santana smirked and sauntered out of the class, glancing at Brittany who was looking blankly at her before she disappeared behind the door.

She automatically flopped down in her bed, her head feeling like it had been rapped with a hammer. Days of bad nights were starting to take their toll. Her eyes were fixated on the ceiling but it all soon became a blur as she started to doze off. She felt the distant vibration of her phone buzzing but she was too far gone to take it or care about it. She fell asleep.


The bell rang, signaling the end of classes. Brittany absentmindedly gathered her belongings and was about to walk out of her classroom when the teacher Mr holmes called her.

"Brittany, can I have a few words with you?"

Brittany made her way back into the classroom and sat at the desk the teacher directed her too, in front of him. After a few minutes of silence, he slowly took off his glasses. His facial expression was serious and Brittany knew she wasn't going to like what was going to be said

"How are you Brittany?" he asked tentatively to relax the obviously nervous girl before him

"I'm fine Mr Holmes. Sorry for earlier it won't happen again" she felt bad for the chaos Santana created earlier. She was may be a little bit spacey sometimes but there are some things Brittany clearly (and maybe too much) understood. It made her feel oddly happy that Santana knocked Karofsky off because of her. It was strange, because she was really not close to Tiffany's girlfriend, but she was about it nonetheless… And she didn't know why. She was brought out of her thoughts by the teacher's voice.

"Listen, I know we're just starting anew school year and I want to make sure that everything is okay with you" he paused "also, I think we can all do without breaking stuffs and fighting because of you girls? Am I right?" he asked Brittany.

Brittany just nodded, remembering how Peter and Kennan fought over her last year and caused general madness in the refectory. She didn't like it back then, because the boys were both lame and she didn't want to date them. Some boys were too stupid to get that sex isn't dating.

Mr Holmes watched the girl for a few seconds before nodding along with her.

"I guess we both agree then. Good, I know I can count on you to talk to your girl friends too?" he asked expectantly. Brittany nodded again.

"Um Um, have a nice day Brittany" she smiled at her before turning his back to her.

Brittany walked out of the classroom pretty quickly, relieved it was all over. She really didn't like those kinds of heart to heart, serious conversation with teachers. They tend to be indiscreet and ask way too many questions…

"Hey B, did you see Santana? She's nowhere to be found and I've tried to call her but she doesn't pick her phone up" Tiffany was standing in the hallway frantically typing away on her phone. Brittany guessed she was probably texting Santana;

"Um she kind of left school earlier.. She said she was sick or something"

"Oh my god! Thanks Brittany. I'm just going to go find and cure her" she said winking at Brittany before leaving.

Brittany took the hint and knew all too well what the cure will be. She made a face at herself and went looking for Puck; he'll just drop her at home.


Santana felt her bed dip and weight settling on her. Someone was straddling her. Instead of panicking, a smile formed on her lips as the stranger run their hands from her waist to her breasts cupping them gently. She couldn't help the moan which escaped her mouth, her hand instantaneously grabbing their backside and grounded them harder against her, seeking friction. She knew her attacker, their perfume and giggle were unmistakable. She felt them bend over and press their chest over her, feeling their already hard nipples through her own shirtwaist; she guessed they were only in their bra.

"You let strangers take advantage of you like that" her girlfriend whispered huskily in her ear as one hand reached down to successfully pull down her skirt "Umm, I don't like that" the smaller brunette said as she cupped the latina's mound, making her hips buck.

"You want me? Huh?" she said her voice low "You want to fuck me hard, don't you baby?"

Santana moaned, thrusting desperately her hips into the girl on top of her. Her trembling hands unclasped Tiffany's bra revealing her small but round breasts. Like a starved kid, she latched at them, sucking and biting them hard, making the smaller girl throw her head back and moan in pleasure. Lifting herself a little, Tiffany helped Santana out of her panties and threw one leg between her lover's, bringing their bodies and sex impossibly closer. She was grinding against Santana and their erected clit brushing against each other made both of them gasp. Tiffany licked a path up Santana's neck, biting down hard on it. The latina yelped, burying her head in her girlfriend's chest. The movements were now frantic, the brushing of their bundle of nerves almost painful. But it felt painfully good and both girls knew the release they have been aching for a month now was near. Santana bit down on one nipple, sending the smaller girl over the edge her. She came right after, moaning like she was paid to do so, holding tight the trembling body in her arms against her own equally trembling.

They both collapsed on the bed. The only noise filling the room was their heavy breaths and sloppy kisses. Still out of breath, Tiffany smiled into Santana shoulder and her voice rose in the air:

"How was your summer?"