Brittany pulled away as quick as it happened, leaving a shocked Santana gaping.
"I just wanted you to know." Brittany whispered, kissing the latina's forehead before she rolled over and closed her eyes. Santana's eyes, still wide in shock blinked several times at the quick turn around. Everything in her body was humming, she had never experienced a moment like that before. She rolled onto her back and let out a deep breath, she couldn't deny it anymore.
Santana couldn't sleep the rest of the night, every time Brittany moved she faked sleep. When the sun started to peek through the shades, Santana moved out of the blonds bed and grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. She starred at herself in the mirror, she had developed dark circles under her eyes; she pulled her hair into a pony tail and changed into her running shorts and a tank top. She silently slipped out of the house and started running down the street. Several laps around the neighbourhood later, and when she had finished the running debate in her head about her feelings for her best friend she returned to Brittany's house and quickly grabbed a shower. She returned to Brittany's bedroom to find both blonds awake and chatting. Santana physically recoiled saying a silent prayer that Brittany had not shared with Quinn the moment they shared last night.
"Where'd you go?" Brittany asks, looking up from the French book she was engrossed in.
"Went running early." Santana replies, pulling her hair into a side braid. "Why are you studying? It's Saturday?"
"I needed help with my French." Quinn replies, shrugging. Brittany was fluent in French because it's the only thing her parents speak to her. Everyone thinks she's dumb because she can't pronounce the words in Spanish (which is the only language offered at their high-school). "My parents are still forcing me to learn it because it's a 'proper language of civilized people.'"
"Great." Santana rolled her eyes, Quinn's parents had always hated the Lopez family. "Well, whatever."
"Were done, anyway." Brittany smiled, closing her book. She looked over at Quinn. "That party sucked last night."
"I know!" Quinn starts, never being one who could pass up gossip Santana sat down on the floor with her friends.
After that first kiss during freshmen year, nothing more transgressed. Soon after Brittany began dating Mike from the football team and Santana continued to date Puck and finally gave into his advances one night.
"Come on." Puck groaned into her neck as his lips gruffly pressed against her skin. Santana stayed still, her hands pressed down against his bed. She had enough to drink to be able to get through this night with out having to think too much. She nodded as he quickly pulled her cheerio's skirt up and pushed aside her spanks. He pulled down his jeans and moved to push into her when she pushed him away.
"I'm not on birth control." She slurs slightly, his face contorting in disgust.
"Why the hell not?" He asks, as his fingers push into her with out shame. He unabashedly probed her.
"Because." She shuddered, her mind wandering to an image that accompanies her at night when she gives into her fantasies. Brittany, bare in her arms gently kissing her lips and gently stroking her. Her image was pushed out of her head by Pucks grunting and the fact he quickly removed his hands and reached over to his drawer.
"Fine." He sighed, pushing the condom over him and pushing into her. She calls out in pain which he ignores and pumps until his body releases. After he rolls off her, she pulls her skirt down and and fixes her underwear she gets up and walks out of his room and more or less run's the five blocks to Brittany's house. She climbs up the tree outside the blonds window and crawls in.
"Brittany?" Santana whispers, moving over to the bed before realizing that the blond was not in it. She must be with Mike, the Latina thought. She laid down and quickly fell asleep with the encompassing sent of the other girl surrounding her.