Pottery Class

Since the laptop incident Santana's life had been running unusually smoothly, no idiot Berry mouthing off at her every two seconds, no Puck contaminating her thoughts, not even Quinn had annoyed her in the last week.

A free of hassle Santana also meant a calm Santana, for the most part the normally fiery Latina had been almost... pleasant. Granted Brittany was the only one who actually met this version of the teen but she didn't care about anyone else when her girlfriend was so content.

That was why, when Quinn came to Brittany with a request for a double date the blonde thought maybe her favourite person might agree, if she was in a good mood and knew it would help her other best friend.

So the next time the blonde was strolling down the hall hand in hand with her girlfriend smiling by her side she pounced.

"San can we help out Q on Thursday night after practice?" She asked carefully keeping any mention of dates out of the question, she wasn't stupid.

"With what?" Santana asked breezily.

"Oh nothing major just this thing." Brittany tried to stay calm but Santana was already looking suspicious.

"Britt just tell me." Santana said exasperatedly trying not to smile at her girlfriends cute tactics.

"Okay but first can you promise you'll at least think about it, Q needs us?" The blonde pleaded with her puppy dog eyes hoping they would help.

"I will I will just stop with the eyes." Santana pretended to shield herself from them enjoying the giggle she received for her trouble.

"Q doesn't know how to go on a date alone with Joe cuz he's so so..." She couldn't think of the word.

"Uptight, Christian, horny and repressed?" Santana added for her and Brittany nodded enthusiastically. Swinging their hands between them she continued.

"All of those things so she planned this date and she wants us to go, it'll be really cool with loads of..." Brittany didn't know where she was going with this one.

"A double date?" Santana interrupted her face sceptical, the was just relieved she hadn't had to finish that sentence god knows what would have come out.

"Yep." Brittany said hoping the next question wasn't to do with where it would be.

"What is it?" Damn. Time to deflect.

"It's where two couples go to a place and do an activity together." Brittany explained happily. Santana laughed at the faux innocence in Brittany's eyes.

"Oh good it's something I won't want to do." She stated eyeing her now disappointed girlfriend, who was nodding stiffly.

"Yeah but Q already oranged it before she asked me." She explained sadly, yep definitely going to be going alone.

"Arranged B, but before you get all loner loser on me at least tell me what it is, maybe it won't be so bad?" Santana attempted to be a good sport but if the thought made Brittany sad about her chances, it was probably awful.

Brittany stopped them outside of Santana's classroom and handed Santana her bag which she had insisted on taking. They split bag carrying 50/50 over the week but Santana sometimes got weird about it. Good thing she liked forceful Brittany. The Latina smiling shyly as she took her bag back.

"A pottery class." Brittany rushed out before pecking her stunned girlfriend's lips and sprinting towards her classroom.

Santana stood there wondering what the hell was involved in a pottery class. Shaking her head she entered her classroom and sat down determined not to obsess.

Half an hour later her brain was in a complete mess. On the one hand she could refuse to go, she didn't want to find out what the fuck you do in pottery class, plus she hates teen Jesus and his hard ons. Obviously Quinn wasn't an issue because if anyone understood Santana's actions nearly as well as Brittany it was the other, less bubbly blonde.

On the other, shiny, unicorn holding hand there was the happy smile and hot reward she would surely receive if she bothered to turn up to this, (oh god even in her head it sounded stupid)... Double date.

"This is gonna be so cool, Q said she would pay for us to go on a date to Breadstix to persuade you," Santana brightened up. "But I told her she didn't need to cuz you'd already agreed to go." Santana deflated faster than a burst balloon.

'Happy B, happy B, happy B.' She chanted in her head as she was led into a rundown shop.

"Jeez this place looks like it should be on the corner of west and shithole." Santana said rudely getting a few nasty glares which she easily returned.

"Please be nice San I promise to scratch you if you scratch me." The blonde said to a now uncomfortable Santana.

"That's not quite how that phrase goes B but I get what you're saying, I'll be nice to you, if you're really really nice to me when we get home." Santana smirked leaning in to whisper the last few words in her girlfriend's sensitive ears.

Brittany shivered involuntarily as she always would when her girlfriend turned seductive.

"Deal." She said trying to act unaffected by the Latina's lips so close to her.

Still smirking Santana proceeded to pull her nicely docile girlfriend over to a frowning Quinn.

"There are no bathrooms for you to sneak into so keep it in your pants you two." Quinn warned, Santana put a hand to her chest and gasped.

"I am horrified you think so little of us Q, we're obviously waiting until marriage like Jonas over here." She threw a mocking glance his way, that was enough of a greeting right? A slight pinch to her side told her it wasn't.

"Did I miss the wedding when you were sixteen?" Quinn snapped and Santana had to hold it a snarky remark about the fake wedding she had in fact been involved in. Something like that would do more harm than good if told to the big wide world that was one person outside of the union and Lord T.

"Hi Joe, hey Q!" The blonde greeted the two happily hopefully balancing out her girlfriend's attitude, which she definitely did not find sexy in the slightest.

Joe waved back shyly obviously having no clue what he was doing while Quinn smiled stiffly. Brittany shook her head at their incompetence.

"Well do we just stand here all day or do we do something with our lives?" Santana asked angrily reaching for Brittany's hand slyly.

Brittany smiled when she felt warm fingers side between her own and a gentle thumb stroking her skin. Angry words but sweet actions Brittany wondered if Santana would ever change, she hoped not.

"Sure," Joes was surprisingly the one who replied, "Lets head in." For a moment it looked as if he was going to offer his hand to Quinn but instead he just awkwardly gestured for her to walk in front of him through the large double doors next to him.

"Fail." Santana said so only Brittany could hear. The blonde couldn't help but laugh.

"We should help them." She suggested to Santana her kind nature dying to play cupid.

"Nah it'll be funny to watch them flail around." Santana chuckled darkly.

"I want Q to be happy and I am going to help with that if you won't then you can forget the really really nice scratch I had planned for tonight." Brittany said disapprovingly.

"But B I..."

"No San, Q asked for our help, she never asks for anything from us so it must have taken a lot to ask. If we mess up now we won't be good best friends and I wanna be a good best friend." She explained to a now sheepish Santana.

"You're an awesome best friend B." Santana tried to reassure the other girl, they slowly started to follow Joe and Quinn keeping their voices low.

"So are you, now we gotta prove it or lose it." Brittany quoted with a serious expression.

Santana could see this actually did mean a lot to her girlfriend so she nodded and determinedly led them over to the seats that Quinn and Joe had saved for them.

They were at the back of the room Santana noted so they could very easily talk amongst themselves without nosy hippies overhearing. She wondered how Brittany wanted to help exactly but she ran out time to ask because a red headed woman walked to the front of the room and introduced herself as Mrs Gradle.

Mrs Gradle's appearance blew Santana's mind. The woman was wearing a bright rainbow coloured off (wrinkly) shoulder top, a chunky green necklace that looked like a baby had chewed on it for hours before she put it on, her legs were encased in baggy jeggings and to add insult to injury on her feet were sandals... with socks. So many things wrong in so many ways. Santana gleefully began to come up with jibes to poke her with.

Brittany caught Santana's eye quickly and tried to tell her not to make jokes about the quirky teacher with her mind. Santana mouthed 'What?' as innocently as she could but one raised eyebrow from her girlfriend had her staring down at her hands grinning.

Quinn and Joe watched the interaction with interest; the former turned green with envy and promptly decided it was ridiculous that they could communicate so easily while the latter wondered how he could create a relationship like that, without the physical intimacy that the two girls opposite seemed to crave from each other.

Unfortunately their various thoughts had distracted them so much that not one of them had a clue what they were supposed to be doing when everyone upped and ran to the front. Reluctantly then teens followed the small crowd and soon found themselves with a wet ball of clay in one hand and a large pot of water in the other.

Mrs Gradle's light airy voice floated around the room instructing them to place the slimy ball on the round thingy and the bowl within easy reach.

Within a few minutes the humming of twenty pottery wheels turning filled the large room.

"This stuff stinks." Santana said wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Yeah." Joe agreed half-heartedly, now even Santana pitied him and she hated pity.

Santana glanced to her side and saw Brittany with the cutest expression of pure concentration on her face; she smiled despite having her hands covered in gray goo.

"So what are you gonna make Q?" Santana tried to make simple conversation hoping Joe would join in and Brittany would notice her efforts.

"We're all making the same thing S. A vase." Quinn stated ignoring Santana's eye roll.

"Be a rebel Q you such a weaaah fuck!" Santana squealed as little bits of wet clay shot all over her face. With her eyes closed tight against the attack the others were lucky because she couldn't see their grins.

"Oops my bad San I know how much you hate facials." That got a laugh from the other side of the room.

"She means face masks you pervs!" Santana raised her voice and tried her best to look menacing, hard to pull off when you're face is covered in clay.

Brittany giggled turning her girlfriend to face her and wiping the stuff off her eyes with a cloth left on the table, it was only really smudging the gray but oh well.

"There you can open your eyes now." The blonde announced proudly and Santana inched her eyes open carefully. Turning back to her splodge of clay now stationary on the table she noticed Joe and Quinn laughing together on the other side.

Before she could hurl an insult at them both for laughing she felt soft lips against her ear. All her bodily functions instantly froze in shock and her arms actually showed goosebumps. It would have been embarrassing to admit the effect that her girlfriend had on her if it didn't feel so damn good.

"My plan worked." A small voice spoke slowly breath tickled down the Latina's neck. She could only hum in response sad when Brittany pulled away without as much as a kiss on the cheek.

"Why the gray face San?" The bubbly blonde asked playfully returning to her newly formed vase.

"That's not funny Britt, you attacked me!" Santana said indignantly trying to hold back the smile that was threatening to form. Quinn and Joe were in their own little world Joe now had his hands over Quinn's helping her shape her vase.

Watching them and their closeness Santana decided to put the recent past behind her. Quickly abandoning her own clay she took up a much more comfortable place behind her girlfriend.

Brittany enjoyed the feel of the Latina's body pressed against her back and leant back the tiniest in lieu of a greeting.

"Teen Jesus has game." Santana said, calmly breathing in the scent of Brittany's pretty smelling shampoo. Unable to contain herself she pressed a discreet kiss to her girlfriend's neck before resting her chin on a strong shoulder.

"So do you." Brittany smiled. "Here put your hands under mine, we can be a team." The brunette quickly complied using the movement as an excuse to press herself even closer to the seated blonde. It was rare for Santana to be taller than the statuesque blonde and she was kind of enjoying the difference.

For a little while they concentrated on making a smooth vase and exchanging tiny kisses and stares. Somehow tiny kisses turned into Brittany making out with the left side of Santana's throat while the brunette attempted to keep the vase in shape without making a sound.

"Britt s-stop." Santana stuttered when the blonde's tongue swiped over a ticklish spot on her neck.

"No cuz it's fun to watch you squirm." Brittany murmured into her girlfriend's now reddening skin.

"I do not squirm." Santana insisted as fought the instinct to grind herself into Brittany; they were in the middle of a classroom after all.

"You squirm for me." The blonde continued.

"Sometimes when I'm trying to escape you." Santana teased turning her head and bringing their foreheads together.

"Like you would ever want to escape me, except that one time when I went a little too far with the gag and stuff." Brittany said apologetically.

"Whoa Britt remember it was an amazing night I was not trying to escape, I would never try to escape," One look at the blondes mischievous face told her all she needed to know, "aaand you just wanted me to admit that."

"And people say I'm stupid." Brittany shook her head looking only a little hurt.

"Hey what have I told you about that word," Santana started putting her clay covered hands on Brittany's blushing cheeks, "it will never apply to you... ever!" She finished, giving Brittany a tiny kiss and a huge smile.

"No public displays of affection in the classroom please girls," their moment stumbled to a stop and they turned to see the rest of the class with mixed expressions on their faces. "Lovely vase though." Mrs Gradle smiled at them kindly.

Santana looked at Brittany surprised that they were in a public place all of a sudden, she had been certain they were all on their own in a bubble.

The blonde just shrugged and turned back to their vase waiting to be fired.

Although Brittany seemed unaffected inside she was praying to every god she could think of (so three) that Santana would not freak out about some of the less than pleased looks they had been getting after the teacher outed them to their pottery class.

Santana was slowly calming her nerves and trying to ignore all the nonexistent stares her paranoid mind thought they were getting. She eyed Brittany's abnormally blank expression and sighed.

"Don't worry B I'm not going to gay panic." She said quietly.

"Again." Brittany replied coldly.

"Again." Santana agreed she leant forward and pecked her girlfriend on the cheek rules be damned.

"C'mon smile for me baby." Santana said loud enough for more than just the blonde could hear.

The corner of Brittany's mouth twitched slightly and Santana decided to capitalise by tickling her girlfriend's neck and sides. The blonde squealed like a small child and nearly fell of off her chair laughing.

"Stopstopplease." Brittany barely managed to choke out through the giggles.

Santana was about to continue just so she could enjoy the grin on her girlfriend's reddening face but was interrupted by Mrs Gradle commanding everyone to leave their creations on wash up before leaving and... paying?

"We have to pay for this shit?" Santana demanded glaring at Quinn as they scrubbed their arms.

"You had fun S." Quinn said as if that made it better.

"So doesn't mean I want to fork out a shitload of money for something I only did to help you get your piece of ass." She said angrily.

"Okay let's get going." Brittany came bouncing up wrapping her arm around Santana's slim shoulders.

"But we need to..." Santana started confused.

"I brought you, I pay." Brittany said matter of factly steering Santana out of the building and towards the car.

"That's... a rip off." Santana said grumpily. Brittany raised an eyebrow at her. "But sweet of you, thanks." She smiled.

On the other side of the car park Quinn and Joe were looking almost comfortable together. Hand touching was obviously a big thing to the both of them; Santana thought it was lame but somehow endearing.

"They look happy." Brittany said hugging her girlfriend to her.

"Mmmm maybe a little." Santana said reluctantly watching Quinn flip her ridiculously short hair and smile coyly.

"We're so going on more double dates!" Brittany cheered.

"On one condition." Santana warned and Brittany looked at her questioningly.

"David Dwarf and Goliath are off limits I don't care if they offer us millions of dollars we are never spending one minute of our free time with those nuggets." She said firmly genuinely sickened at the thought, not at Rachel as such but she really hated Finn.

"They're boring anyway." Brittany grinned knowing exactly why Santana found the idea so repulsive.

"Let's go B; I gotta thank you for paying." Santana smirked and slid her hands under the blondes cheerio's top lifting it just enough to feel warm skin before pulling away and flinging the car door open.

"Mmhm I sort of remember a promise I made to my girlfriend about tonight that I should really keep." Brittany smirked as seductively as she could watching her girlfriend jig a little at the thought. Too cute.

Getting in the car Brittany smiled to herself as Santana sprinted around the front to join her.

They held hands the whole way home and it wasn't until later that night when they were not watching a movie that a text from Quinn reminded them that they hadn't even bothered to say good bye.

Quinn would just have to get over it.

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