Hello! Here's chapter two! I can't say how much I appreciate all the people who took the time to review, I've gotten back to you all individually but to those who I could not private message I sincerely thank you as well for leaving a review. And special thanks to leli240593ari for helping me with my Spanish. I've decided to make this a three-shot, if not more. Enjoy! :D
I forgot to put it in the first time:
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its affiliated characters or places. Though Carlos and Peter are my own creations.
Word count: Near 8K
At the loud shout of, "Lopez!" the three cousins whipped their heads around to all stare at the owner of the voice.
Peter flashed his genuine smile that caused two dimples to indent his cheeks.
Santana stared wide-eyed, shocked and a bit scared of what might happen, though she would never admit to that last part.
Carlos squealed, "Britty!" And clambered off his brother's bike carefully before zooming across the small area and hurtling himself at the tall blonde.
Brittany picked up the small boy with ease, and hoisted him onto her hip as he threw his arms around her neck, grinning. "I came to congratulate your brother," she said with a smile, poking Carlos' nose. Glancing at the two others, her bright eyes flickered to a still frozen Santana, before settling on Peter. "I know how hard you've been practicing for this, and even if it wasn't first, you still placed. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks Brittany," he said, grinning. Peter saw how sapphire eyes flickered to the Latina by his side momentarily before resting on him again. He tried not to let the awkwardness overwhelm him, knowing full well what just transpired between the two ladies.
When Santana shuffled into the tent, Peter looked away from his little brother who was sitting on top of the motocross bike, his lips buzzing as he made 'vroom' noises, pretending to drive around the track. One black eyebrow arched up high, in that signature Lopez way, as he inspected his cousin. After running off with the blonde he expected the Latina to come back either bragging about what just happened or at least with the blonde in tow. But Brittany Pierce was nowhere to be seen.
Their dark gazes clashed for a moment, before Santana averted hers and stalked towards the small food table. Peter approached her slowly, and chuckled, "Ay dios mio (oh my god), Santanita. Were you attacked?" He teased, poking at the purple bruise forming at the base of her tan neck.
Santana's hand shot up, covering the mark as she whirled, teeth barred dangerously. "Fuck off Peter."
He threw his hands up in mock surrender, "Take a chill pill, prima (cousin)."
Santana sighed, crossing her arms over her chest, which Peter took as a sign of her defensiveness. "I'm fine," came her short reply.
"Are you, Santana?" He questioned lowly.
Santana looked up to few inches into eyes the same shade as her own. She may have been three years that boy's senior, but he had over three inches on her height wise. She saw genuine concern in his dark eyes, and as much as she trusted her cousin, this was not something she would talk about here and now where so many people were around and available to listen. "I don't want to talk about it," she whispered.
Peter's expression turned almost pained at the quiet, reserved tone of his cousin's voice. He lifted a tanned hand, placing it on her shoulder, "Tana, it's okay," he reassured her.
"Ah primo (oh cousin), it's definitely not," she muttered, turning away from him, out of his grasp, and snatching a stale bagel off the table.
Peter scrunched his face in confusion, what the hell happened? "What did you do?" He asked with a chuckle. But when Santana whirled on him with such a torn expression his jaw went slack. "San, what happened?"
Mocha eyes darted to the little Lopez, still in his imaginary world, before she looked at Peter. "I fucked her," she hissed.
Peter pulled a grossed out face, before whispering back, "What's so bad about that prima (cousin)?"
"I fucked her after she said no." Santana murmured, almost to herself, as she wrestled the bagel between her small hands, her fingers biting into the dough angrily.
Peter stared at her incredulously until their eyes finally met. The look he was giving her caused Santana to throw the bagel down onto the table and pinch the bridge of her nose between her fingers and throw her head back. "Ay dios mio(oh my god), Santana." His voice was low with his disapproval.
"No, no, no! She was more than willing, Peter," again the younger Lopez pulled a face, but Santana continued anyway, "It's just that she had stopped us, and then started talking all about romance, and candles, and all this other stuff.."
Peter nudged her when she trailed off and Santana sighed, propping her hand on her hip and running a hand through her hair. "And I told her to fuck it all, and just fuck me instead," she mumbled.
"Smooth, Santana. Real smooth." Peter watched as she shot him a glare, but there was no venom behind it, no daggers or anger. Santana was truly bothered by this. "San," he said softly, reaching out and slinging an arm across her shoulder to pull her in for a loose hug. "Don't beat yourself up, prima, Britt's a big girl, she knows what she gets herself into, even if she seems like an airhead."
"She's not an airhead," Santana mumbled into his chest, laying her cheek against his collar bone and sighing. After a long moment of hugging (longer than Peter thought it would be) Santana pushed him away and turned to the table, picking up an apple and busying herself with shining it.
Peter cleared his throat, "I'm sorry you didn't get to place though, Britt." The blonde gave a stiff shrug. "No, really, you practiced ten times harder than I, and it looked like you had the win in the bag too!" Her lips pulled into a wide smile, her cheeks burning a soft red at the compliment. "But Puckerman had to be an ass and screw it over for all three of you guys."
Brittany nodded grimly and shook her head. "He just didn't want a girl to win, because he can't handle that."
Peter laughed, "He's also probably still sore about you rejecting him in front of half the guys."
Brittany joined in his laughter, and Santana finally seemed to come out of her shell, her mocha eyes flickering back and forth between her cousin and this girl she barely knew; a girl whose smile was contagious and laughter infectious. The Latina couldn't help but crack a grin herself. Puckerman sounded just like his older brother in a way.
Carlos decided to start flapping his big mouth at that point. "Britty, Peter said he would take me for ice cream to celebrate. You should come too!"
Peter winced, and Santana's eyes went straight to the small boy in Brittany's arms.
Sensing the sudden tension, Brittany slowly let Carlos down to the ground, ruffling his hair as her eyes flickered between the other two. "I'd love to come along," she said with a genuine smile. She turned her gaze and locked with wide, mocha eyes, "As long as it's okay with everyone else."
Santana stared back at the blonde. She was giving her the perfect opportunity to say no. Usually Santana wouldn't even need such an out; she would be a straight up bitch if she didn't want the blonde there. But she hesitated, her eyes faltering to look over the girl slowly. There were small but obvious hickey's adorning her long neck, her hair which was pulled into a ponytail did nothing to cover them up. When her eyes turned upwards Santana saw a warm, smiling face, and felt the corners of her mouth pull into a frown because she didn't know how Brittany could be so calm about everything that happened.
The Latina shrugged, saying with faux confidence, "Fine by me," before strutting past everyone.
Santana stared in awe. Brittany was walking in front of the two older Lopez's with Carlos propped on her shoulders. The blonde had a tight grip on the young boy's knees and was swerving side to side as she walked, making noises that resembled some sort of vehicle. Probably an aircraft by the way Carlos had his arms throw out like he was flying.
Brittany was really good with kids, which must have something to do with her seemingly childish nature. Santana jumped slightly, feeling a bony elbow knock into her ribs. She sent her cousin a glare, but Peter grinned back at her.
He slowed his pace so that they fell a few more steps behind, and lowered his voice, saying, "I probably should have warned you before I let you two run off like that." When Santana's glare turned even more threatening, silently ordering him to either shut up or explain what he meant. He offered a smile and continued, "She joined the motocross league as soon as she moved here before the school year started. And after a while of hanging out and talking, I should have caught on to the fact that she had a thing for you with the way her face lit up with every story about us I would tell. She was so interested in everything Santana, but I never thought anything of it. Until today, in the tent, when I introduced you two. Though, I never thought you'd steal away and ravish the hell out of each other."
Santana flushed as he raised his eyebrows and waggled them suggestively. The Latina turned her head, staring forward again, watching Brittany twirl as she walked, Carlos shrieking happily. "I don't see why though, with all the stories I can imagine you telling." They both snickered, thinking about the crazy things they had gotten into in the past.
But then Peter shrugged, slipping his hands into his motocross pants. Suddenly the air felt a lot more serious and when Santana turned her head to look at his sudden slack expression, she smacked him in the arm, shooting a questioning glance. Peter didn't turn his head as he murmured, "I told her some things... When we were just starting to be friends. At that point she didn't know who you were, so I had just been talking about a girl I knew..."
Santana swallowed, trying to sooth her suddenly dry throat, "What things Peter?" She asked, her tone subtly guarded.
"She knows about Ashley." At Santana's enraged expression he turned towards her and held up his hands, quickly adding, "Vaguely! Very, very vaguely! I swear no details or anything!"
"How can you talk about something like that without any details, Peter?" She hissed jabbing him in the chest. They had stopped moving forward, and Santana jabbed at him again, making him step back away from the shorter Lopez. "That is not your story to tell. Some things you don't talk about with complete strangers."
"She's not-"
"She is to me!" The Latina seethed, grabbing at the front of his shirt to pull him in close. "I swear, Peter, if you weren't my cousin you would be in a world of hurt right now, I'd be all Lima Heights on your ass like there was no tomorrow."
Suddenly a pale hand covered her whitening knuckles and Santana turned her head to snap at the person. But when she found piercing blue eyes and a brow wrinkled with concern, all the venom that she had been prepared to spit evaporated.
"Are you coming?" Brittany asked softly, instead of voicing the question in her eyes that easily read 'are you okay?'
Santana glanced back at Peter, noticing the relief on his face and scowled at him before wordlessly letting go of his shirt and turning to strut down the sidewalk. She had expected Brittany's light grip to release her hand, but when Santana went to yank away, she felt warm fingers wrap tighter around her hand. She looked up and saw a warm smile on the blonde's face. With a sigh the Latina merely looked away, allowing Brittany to swing their conjoined hands between their bodies.
Carlos had jumped down from Brittany's shoulders at one point, Santana assumed before her and Peter had been separated, and was now walking circles around his brother and talking his ear off. For once though Peter didn't look like he minded much because it was certainly better than facing Santana's wrath.
The ice cream parlor wasn't far off now, and everyone was aware of this when Carlos ran past the two girls hollering for them to hurry up. Peter was quick to pass them as well, making sure to keep his brother from flinging himself into oncoming traffic in his excitement.
Brittany giggled quietly, and Santana brought a hand up to rub under her nose, hiding her wide smirk. She glanced down, and took the distraction as the opportune moment to slide her hand free from the blonde's warm grasp. Santana could feel bright eyes staring at the side of her head questioningly, but as many times as the backs of their hands brushed against one another Brittany made no move to take the tanned hand once more.
"They're really sweet guys," Brittany said softly. Santana simply nodded in response. Brittany smiled, continuing, "I can see why they look up to you."
"Brittany, you don't know me," Santana snapped.
"But that's the thing! I already know so much about you. Peter really does talk about you, like nonstop."
"Alright, I get it, Pete tells stories, but that doesn't mean that you know anything about my life." Santana angrily whipped her head so that she could face the blonde. "You don't truly know who I am Brittany. Understand that."
Brittany bit her lip, having jumped back at the intensity of the Latina's sudden anger. She let out a meek, "Okay…"
Then the two of them were walking once more. The silence was too tense, and it bothered Brittany until she was fiddling with her hands, wringing her fingers together nervously. She glanced at Santana from the corner of her eye, and even in her profile she saw the way her eyebrows were knitted together, her arms crossed over her chest like shielding herself from outside things.
When Brittany decided to break the silence, she talked quietly, about the first thing that came to mind.
"The minute you asked where my tent was I knew exactly what I was getting into Santana, I'm not stupid." The blonde said lightly. "Yeah, I wanted to take you somewhere nice first, and maybe talk a little too," her shoulders bounced with a shrug, "but I'm totally not complaining about what happened in my tent. Definitely not." Her lips pulled into a wide grin as she continued, "It's not like I don't want you, Santana. I just could have waited."
The Latina kept her arms crossed defensively, and scoffed. She was quiet for a beat or two, before responding. "The fact is that I didn't wait, even after you said no, Brittany."
"So what?" The Latina shot her an incredulous look. "Obviously we both wanted it, or it wouldn't have happened." When the Latina stopped walking and was just gaping at her, Brittany stopped at her side, and lowered her voice, murmuring, "It's not like you raped me."
Santana shot forward quickly, "Shh," her eyes darted around nervously. Then she composed herself, arms crossing again, scowl in place once more. "I didn't say that."
"But you're acting so guilty, when you shouldn't because I knew exactly what I was doing." When Santana huffed and rolled her eyes, Brittany stepped forward, raising her hand and stroking the other's forearm. "I'd do it again the same way," she purred, lips quirking into a sly smile.
Santana blinked, trying to focus. Brittany was like a whirlwind of emotions. With the frozen look on Santana's face, Brittany decided to simply continue talking. She lowered her voice even more so, "Well maybe not the same way... I'd get you naked, San, and spend special attention. I'd go real slow, kissing every inch of your skin, but not where you need me. Until you're begging for it. I'll have you really screaming my name this time."
"Britt!" Santana gasped out, a blush causing her cheeks to darken more than their usual tan. Santana stared wide eyed at the blonde in front of her, who just stared back with a crooked grin.
"I'm not shy, Santana," she informed with a giggle, "Far from it actually."
Santana hastily shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Thinking dirty thoughts and having her mind in the gutter was the reason she was stuck with this heavy feeling in the first place. "Just stop," the Latina mumbled, starting forward after her two cousins again.
Brittany pouted, having expected a very different response from the girl. The blonde strode up to Santana's side, and ducked her head to murmur in her ear, "No, Santana, how about you just stop being a Miss Grumpy Pants and realize that I really like you, and you might actually like me too." Without waiting for a response, Brittany lengthened her strides, meeting up with the Lopez boys, and grabbing Carlos by the hand.
Santana watched with a frown as Carlos was twirled, laughing happily. She huffed to herself, wondering what she did to get herself in this situation. Oh that's right, she thought with her sex drive, rather than her head. Like usual.
Peter took a glance over his shoulder to find his sister trudging along with a gloomy look on her face. With a smile to Brittany and his brother, he slowed down so that he was by his cousin's side. He gave a gentle nudge, to which Santana simply grunted as a response. "San, stop thinking so much alright? Things will turn out fine."
"Not thinking got me into this mess Peter," she grumbled, knocking a pebble out of her path.
Peter lifted a hand to rest on her shoulder. "Yeah well you always told me that things happen for a reason. Maybe this did too." The two cousins were quiet for another minute before Peter dropped his hand and took his cousin by the elbow, murmuring, "We're here."
Santana looked up from the ground to see Brittany holding the door of the ice cream parlor open and ushering Carlos inside, urging him to settle down or he'd get no ice cream. The blonde looked back at them, and Santana noticed her smile falter for half a second. It was brief, but the girl's bright smile had dimmed at the sight of the Latina who was so obviously distressed over the situation. It only took Brittany a short moment to realize that she would have to make it her job to get Santana smiling again, before her smile had returned to its megawatt amplitude.
The brunette ducked her head to avoid Brittany's gaze as she slipped into the parlor, mumbling a quiet, "Thanks." Behind her Peter took the door, motioning for Brittany to enter before him, with a giggle she thanked him and slid into the cooler air of the store.
Santana lifted her head and scoped the place out. It was fairly busy, being a warm day, and a lot of their customers were people she had seen at the motocross track. The parlor had great business on days like these because they were so close to the track. Her mocha eyes drifted to watch her young cousin. He was leaning up against the glass, reading the names of the ice cream flavors and trying to decide.
Smiling to herself, she let her eyes drift to those working behind the counter. She noticed the one guy, probably sixteen or seventeen, with unruly hair who could use a bit of acne cream, had his eyes intently focused on something. Santana followed the gaze and her mocha eyes found Brittany, leaned of, peering at the ice cream much like Carlos was, but the difference was that she had breasts, and was giving a perfect view of her ample cleavage. The Latina snapped her eyes back to the boy, glaring heatedly because of his leering.
Santana strut right up to her counter and slammed her hand down, startling the boy but effectively grabbing his attention. "Yes, hello," she narrowed her eyes, lowering them to his name tag. "James." She stared at him and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. A smirk tugged at her plump lips. "Keep your eyes up here," she motioned to her own face, "And I don't think we'll be having any problems today. Comprende?" She didn't bother to listen for a response before turning her head and calling out, "Do you guys know what you want yet?"
Carlos was quickly at her side, nearly pulling himself up onto the counter, "I do!" Santana put a hand on his head, and he grinned up at her. She flashed a smile back before looking up at James to see his eyes had drifted once more. She didn't need to look, to know who he was ogling.
Her fists clenched tightly together as she hissed, "Focus, James." Their eyes clashed and she narrowed her gaze into a threatening glare. "You have an order to take."
"Can I have cookies n' cream, with fudge, and sprinkles, and gummy worms?" Carlos all but shouted at the kid. James looked startled, but nodded and took off to make the treat, with Santana calling after him, "Make it a small."
Brittany slid up to her side at that point, and Santana looked at her quickly, catching the flash of a bright smile, before turning her head again to watch James.
When the young teen returned, he noticed Brittany standing there and tried to act suave. He leaned his palms on the counter, grinning in what he probably thought was irresistible, but made the Latina nearly gag. "And what can I get you, pretty lady?"
Santana clenched her fists tighter, about to snap, when Brittany giggled. She actually giggled at the fool's attempt to flirt. Santana turned, looking at her incredulously. Brittany's smile had turned into a bashful one, and she was even twirling a piece of hair that had fallen out of her pony tail around her finger.
The Latina felt her molars grinding because of the sickening look of confidence on James' face. Brittany, oblivious to all things, simply leaned forward slightly in excitement, "I'll have a medium cup of cotton candy ice cream, please."
"No problem," he said, having the courage to even wink at the blonde. Santana stiffened, her nostrils flaring. No way in hell that this kid was seriously flirting with Brittany when she was so obviously taken. Santana faltered then, because Brittany wasn't actually taken, she had no claim over the girl. But hell, the blonde's neck was covered with hickies, how had this gone unnoticed by the kid?
When James returned and handed over the ice cream, Santana leaned forward, playing with her hair by pulling it over her one shoulder and revealing her equally bruised neck. Doing so caught James' attention, and Santana watched as his eyes flickered between the two necks, then up to Santana's face where he was met with a questioning eyebrow raise. "C-can I get you anything?" He stammered out.
Santana looked at him a moment, before looking up at the board. Peter took this as his chance to interject from over her shoulder and ordered a soft serve cup of vanilla and chocolate swirl. James was quick to run off and fill the request.
Once he was back he looked at Santana expectantly and she glared back at him. "Can you relax buddy? Don't rush my order or I'm never coming back here," she growled out. When he visibly paled she smirked, "I'll take a soft serve vanilla cone, with sprinkles."
"San, say please," Brittany said with a nudge to Santana's ribs.
After casting Brittany a sideways glance she rolled her eyes, muttering, "Please." But James had already gone to make her cone.
While Santana pulled out her wallet to pay, she nudged Brittany towards the tables. The blonde protested, "I can pay for my-"
Santana cut her off with a swift, "I got it, Britt." And waved her off, flicking through the bills.
Brittany smiled slightly, ushering Carlos towards an open booth, with Peter in tow. But before the little Latino could slide into the seat, Brittany stopped him, and made him put down his ice cream as she did the same with hers. "You're all gross!" She told him, grabbing napkins and bending over to help clean his face and hands off as they laughed together.
Grunts and shouts quickly gained her attention, as well as half the patrons', and Brittany whirled around to see Santana with one knee up on the counter, and her fists in James' shirt, using him as leverage to haul herself up. The poor boy's face was covered in vanilla ice cream and sprinkles.
Brittany jumped forward without thinking. She grabbed the fiery Latina around the waist, holding her back, though her grip on James' collar refused to loosen as she spat out a string of Spanish, "Pervertido! (Pervert!) Imma 'bout to go all Lima Heights on your ass, kid!" She all but snarled, her knuckles white from gripping his shirt so tightly.
The younger boy seemed to have crapped his pants with the way he was staring wide eyed and pale at the girl. "No puedo creerlo! Mirando a trasero como si fuera un pedazo de carne. Debería matarte. (I can't believe you! Staring at her ass like she's a piece of meat. I should fucking kill you)"
Before things could get really out of hand, Brittany gave a harsh tug from around Santana's waist, murmuring in her ear, "Stop the violence." She saw the grip on the boy's shirt loosen and pulled again so that Santana let go. "Calm down, San," she whispered.
"You just lucky I gots Britts here to hold me back," Santana growled. If looks could kill, this boy would have been dead long ago. Brittany could feel the way Santana wasn't tensed in her arms anymore, and her grip on her waist loosened so that she was gently holding the Latina against her own body.
Santana's angry gaze flickered around the shop and she snapped, "Anyone else wants a piece of this?"
"San," the blonde warned.
Santana turned her head slightly to see that Brittany had her chin resting gently on her shoulder, and was sporting a slight pout. She grit her teeth, mumbling, "Whatever," and shrugged herself out of her warm arms to leave the shop.
Peter dragged Carlos with him, and took Brittany by the hand to lead to two of them out of the shop. Once on the sidewalk again, Peter handed over Brittany's ice cream, and she said a small thanks before jogging forward to meet with a fuming Santana who was already half way down the block.
"Wait up, Santana!" Brittany called out. And without Santana telling her body to do so, her movements slowed, allowing the blonde to catch up easily. "What happened in there?"
The Latina simply shrugged tense shoulders and Brittany knew that this topic was something she couldn't breach right now. So she asked something else instead. "Do you want some of my ice cream?"
Santana turned to her with a questioning stare.
"I figured you may want some since I couldn't help but notice your cone wound up in someone's face."
While Brittany giggled, Santana glanced away, her cheeks burning. She hadn't meant to blow up in front of the blonde, but that horn dog of a teen had gotten under her skin. From the corner of her eye she could see Brittany offering up a spoon of her ice cream, and with an eye roll she turned her head and leaned over, taking some off the spoon.
Santana knew it was the right choice by how Brittany absolutely beamed at the gesture. Peter and Carlos caught up to them and Santana glanced over her shoulder when she felt a tap.
Peter just raised an inquisitive eyes brow, and quoted her questioningly, "Debería matarte? (I should fucking kill you?)"
Santana glared at him, snapping back in her native tongue, "No ahora. (Not now.)"
"Santanita, estebas tan celoso (you were so jealous,)" Peter said with a smirk.
Brittany watched to two cousins with a frown, uncertain on what they were saying. Her attention was brought to the guy by her side when she was nudged in the arm. Santana fell behind to bicker with her cousin while Brittany beamed down at Carlos, saying "What's up little man?"
"Don't be mad at Tana, Britty." He said, looking up at her with big green eyes.
"I'm not mad, Carlos, why would I be mad?"
"Because she said those bad things to that guy," he said puzzled.
Brittany shrugged, "Oh, I couldn't understand any of that, Carlos, it's okay," she told him with a laugh.
Behind them Peter continued to poke at Santana, laughing and teasing, until she slapped him away, growling, "Enough!" She caught Brittany glancing over her shoulder, and lowered her tone, reverting back to Spanish. "Lo entiendo, salí del lado. Déjelo ir, no significó nada." (I get it, I got out of hand. Drop it, it meant nothing.)"
"Dios Santana has estado fuera del armario desde la escuela secundaria, yo no veo por qué es tan difícil para usted a admitir que tienes sentimientos por ella. (God Santana you've been out of the closet since high school, I don't see why it's so challenging for you to admit that you have feelings for her.)"
"I don't," she immediately snapped at him. Brittany glanced over her shoulder again, and with the look of concern that passed over her face and the feeling in her gut that followed, Santana knew she was lying to herself.
"Santanita," Peter mumbled, shaking his head in a very disapproving manner.
Santana glared at him, shoving her hands into the small pockets of her denim shorts before staring out across the street. She wasn't paying attention to much else, so when the bodies around her switched places she was not aware of the change. And when a warm arm slipped through hers she jumped, turning to see bright eyes and a warm smile that asked, "Want the last bite?"
Santana dropped her eyes to the spoon, dripping with half melted cotton candy flavored ice cream. But her focus went past the utensil and food to the smile behind it, and the luscious lips. Santana found herself nodding dumbly, and Brittany giggled, lifting the spoon slightly, and drawing the Latina's attention back to it.
This time, Santana reached out and took the spoon herself, before eating the offered sweet. She also reached out to grab the empty bowl, and tossed them in the trashcan as they passed by it. Brittany kept herself exactly where she was, right at Santana's side, her hand gently placed on a tan bicep as her arm was wrapped around the Latina's.
Santana tried to ignore the tingling sensation she could feel creeping down her arm from where Brittany's cool palm was connected to her own warm flesh. They were silent, until Brittany broke it with a quiet giggle, proceeding to say, "You know you're like my little knight in shining armor."
Santana looked at her with a blank expression for a moment before glowering at the back of her cousin's heads. "Which one of them told you?"
Brittany laughed softly, "No one, silly." Sapphire and Mocha clashed and Brittany smiled brightly, "I can't speak Spanish, but I'm not as stupid as people think. He wasn't exactly subtle, and neither were you."
Santana glanced away, a blush heating her cheeks, "Britt-" But she was cut off.
"It was kind of cute how you wanted me out of his sight as fast as possible," she giggled softly, and Santana could feel the corners of her mouth lift up. "But I didn't realize what I was doing when I bent over. What exactly happened then?"
Santana laughed this time, rolling her eyes at the question, finding that a smile came easily. "You don't want to know."
"I do," she urged, giving a soft squeeze to Santana's bicep.
The Latina bit her lip, glancing sideways at the other girl, before continuing, "Okay, simple version? He was perving on you and I decided to teach him a lesson."
"By smashing your cone in his face and then getting all up in his face?" Brittany asked, obviously amused.
"Yup." Santana smirked.
Brittany broke into a small fit of giggles, clutching onto Santana's arm as she did so. As they laughed together Santana could already see the motocross area coming into view. It definitely seemed like a shorter walk back, than it had taken to get there.
Santana could see a pout forming on Brittany's face and knew that they had both come to the same conclusion that they would be leaving each other very soon. But the Latina chose to remain silent as they all headed towards Peter's tent.
While Peter and Carlos were cleaning up their materials in the tent it left Santana to be alone with Brittany. Or at least as alone as they could be with the other two Lopez's buzzing around.
Santana felt slightly awkward standing there at the edge of the tent with Brittany in front of her smiling. And of course Brittany could sense this, so she reached forward, dragging the Latina by her belt loops until their bodies brushed together, and grinned down at the shorter girl.
'She's been so forward since what happened in her tent. And God it is such a fucking turn on,' Santana thought to herself as she idly licked her lips, her hands instinctively falling to grasp Brittany's waist. "So..." she started, but trailed off with a puzzled look, not sure what she was supposed so say. They had fucked hard and fast, and then got dessert together. Something the Latina had never done before.
Brittany giggled softly, "You're so cute." Santana scowled, but it didn't last long because Brittany was giggling again. Brittany lowered her head, pecking the other's nose, earning her a bewildered stare. "So, I have something for you, and you can do whatever you'd like with it alright?"
Santana's confusion just grew, and Brittany grinned at her, taking a step back. She pulled a small folded piece of paper out of her pocket and held it out. When Santana didn't react, she offered a shy smile, and pushed the paper forward, "Just take it, San. Unless you're like afraid of paper cuts or something."
Santana rolled her eyes, snatching the paper out of Brittany's hand and tucking it into her palm, still looking at her with a questioning stare. "Look at it later. I have to leave now," Brittany informed the other. She lifted a hand to place it on Santana's forearm, and leaned forward, placing a lingering kiss on the Latina's supple lips. Pulling away, Brittany licked her own lips, smiling as she murmured, "Mm, tastes like cotton candy." With a giggle she wrapped the frozen girl in her arms and skipped away, throwing, "Bye San!" over her shoulder and disappearing in the very thin crowd.
Santana stared at the crown of golden hair bobbing through the people until she was snapped out of her trance by Peter laying a hand on her shoulder. "And what was that?" He asked teasingly.
"I'm.. note sure," she mumbled slowly.
"Told you she likes you, Santanita," he teased, poking her in the side.
Santana swiped his hand away, muttering, "Shut up."
Peter laughed, lifting his hands in surrender, and returned to pack his things up. Santana watched him for a moment before opening her palm and unfolding the paper, reading:
Brittany S. Pierce
555-076-5981
Call or text sometime
I wanna see you again
Santana blinked rapidly, flipping the paper over in her hand, before rereading it a few times. Eventually a smile tugged at her lips and she slipped the paper into her back pocket. Santana turned around, helping her cousins pack things up and get them to the pick-up truck.
Later that night…
New Message (10:25pm) from 555-743-6829
Hi, it's Santana
New Message (10:32) from Brittany Pierce
San! I was wondering if you disappeared or got abducted by aliens! :(
New Message (10:33) from San :D
Oh, sorry
New Message (10:33) from San :D
How are you?
New Message (10:35) from Brittany Pierce
It's okay! I'm totally soaked. You?
New Message (10:35) from San :D
Excuse me?
New Message (10:36) from Brittany Pierce
I was in the shower before. Why what were you thinking?
New Message (10:37) from San :D
Nothing never mind
New Message (10:37) from San :D
I'm not doing anything really
New Message (10:38) from Brittany Pierce
Yeah sure ;)
New Message (10:42) from San :D
So why'd you gimmie your number?
New Message (10:43) from Brittany Pierce
I told you silly! I wanted to see you again
New Message (10:44) from San :D
When and where?
New Message (11:04) from San :D
Uh, Britt?
New Message (11:07) from Brittany
Sorry San! I caught Lord Tubbington smoking and had to steal all his cigars
New Message (11:08) from San :D
Lord Tubbington?
New Message (11:08) from Brittany
He's my cat!
New Message (11:08) San :D
And he smokes cigars?
New Message (11:09) from Brittany
Yeah. He quit cigarettes, but he's been sneaking these and thought I didn't know. But I did!
New Message (11:12) from San :D
Uh okay. Well about hanging out?
New Message (11:13) from Brittany
Oh yeah! I really wanna see you again, San
New Message (11:13) from San :D
Oh do you?
New Message (11:13) from Britt
I just said that didn't I? :)
New Message (11:15) from San :D
So what'd you have in mind Britt?
New Message (11:17) from Britt
Oh, well, I didn't really think it through…
New Message (11:18) from San :D
Cute
New Message (11:18) from San :D
We could just hang out?
New Message (11:18) from Britt
Totally!
New Message (11:20) from Britt
How bout Monday?
New Message (11:21) from San :D
Sounds good to me. Noon?
New Message (11:21) from Britt
Why not like six?
New Message (11:23) from San :D
Sure. Where should I pick you up?
New Message (11:23) from Britt
Out front of course!
New Message (11:24) from San :D
Okay… But where?
New Message (11:25) from Britt
The school silly! :)
New Message (11:28) from San :D
Like high school, Britt?
New Message (11:29) from Britt
Yeah. McKinley, didn't you go there too?
New Message (11:36) from Britt
San are you there?
New Message (11:40) from Britt
Santana.
New Message (11:43) from Britt
I'm eighteen, okay? San, please stop freaking yourself out…
New Message (11:44) from San :D
Sorry, Britt. I was just shocked
New Message (11:44) from Britt
Are you okay?
New Message (11:46) from San :D
I'm good yeah. So Monday, six o'clock, front steps of McKinley?
New Message (11:46) from Britt
Yup!
New Message (11:46) from San :D
Okay, I'll see ya then, Britt-Britt
New Message (11:47) from Britt-Britt
It's a date then :)
New Message (11:48) from San :D
No it's not
New Message (11:48) from Britt-Britt
Yes it is, and you know it! ;)
New Message (11:48) from San :D
It's not a date Britt..
New Message (11:50) from Britt-Britt
But it can be! Let me make this the best date you've ever been on :)
New Message (11:53) from San :D
I don't know Britt. Can't we just hang out or something?
New Message (11:53) from Britt-Britt
No! Let me do this! Pick me up Monday and I swear you won't forget the night :)
New Message (11:55) from San :D
Fine Britt
New Message (11:55) Britt-Britt
Yay! Now say it, San
New Message (11:55) San :D
Say what?
New Message (11:55) Britt-Britt
*pouts*
New Message (11:57) San :D
Alright, alright. I'll pick you up Monday at six, in front of the hs… And it's a date
New Message (11:57) from Britt-Britt
Yay! I can't wait, San. See you Monday! :D
New Message (11:58) from San :D
Alright, 'night Britt-Britt
New Message (11:59) from Britt-Britt
Goodnight Santana :)
New Message (11:59) from Britt-Britt
Sleep tight
New Message (11:59) from Britt-Britt
Don't let the bed bugs bite
New Message (11:59) from Britt-Britt
And sweet dreams :)
New Message (12:02) from San :D
That's cute Britt, I'll see you Monday.
New Message (12:03) from San :D
And ditto to all of the above :)
That is the end of chapter two! Please leave a review and tell me what you liked or didn't like. Definitely tell me if I did a good job with the last bit (the texting) because I'm not sure if when you guys read through it you'll read it like I thought it would sound when I was writing it. I didn't realize that fanfiction doesn't let you put the less-than symbol in text, which bothers me because I wanted to put a less-than-three next to 'San' for the last three texts that Brittany receives instead of ':D' but it wouldn't work, which is why I had to come back and fix it so many times.
There will be at least one more chapter, I promise. But I don't know when it will be up because I haven't given much thought to it just yet.