First of all, there was a little bit of misunderstanding in the last chapter of this story about the whole "Brittany's first real time" thing that I never went fully into detail about because it was added last minute.
So, to AJ, I apologize for making it seem like Santana having the added appendage made it more real. You're right, I definitely worded that wrong and that was not what I meant by it. I meant to say that the two girls Brittany had "slept" with were more of hook-ups where Brittany gave and didn't get anything back. To me, and as a lesbian this is just MY opinion on the matter of sex, that isn't sex. It's hooking up. I didn't consider my first real time until it went both ways from both people. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding and hope that you don't think too poorly of me afterwards.
Anyway, this chapter is kind of short. Kind of a filler, but I've left you guys a lovely cliffhanger at the end.
I'm about to go spend the rest of the week with my sister (who actually writes Glee FF, too. Check her out. Her username is Estate Of Mind). But we're going to a concert together and maybe we'll write a collaboration chapter for both of our accounts.
:) enjoy, guys. And thanks for the amount of Follows, Favorites, and Reviews. They make my day go around.
Especially the reviews, -wink wink-.
Santana's eyes shot open to the sound of her mother yelling for her to come downstairs. Looking to her left, she sees a naked Brittany curled into her side. Shit, she thinks as she quickly, but quietly hops out of bed, careful not to wake the blonde.
Santana throws a blanket over Brittany to cover up her nudity and throws on a pair of boxers and a long t-shirt before exiting her bedroom.
She heads for the stairs, her feet lightly touching each stair. As she hits the main level, she hooks a left and heads towards the kitchen.
"Hola mami." Santana speaks as she watches her mother make coffee. "You're home early."
"Ahh Mija! Did Lucy get a new car? Whose lovely car is that out front?" Her mother smiles at her, motioning to the front door.
"No, it's not Quinn's. It's my friend Brittany's." Santana smiles at the name coming from behind her lips.
"You've never mentioned a Brittany before." Her mother raises an eyebrow as she sits down at the table and sips her coffee. "Well, where is the girl? I want to meet her. You guys aren't doing anything… right, Santana?"
"Mami!" Santana exclaims, "That's not what I want to hear from you!"
"Well, you totally just gave it away," Isabel smirks, "Are you two using protection?"
"MOTHER!" Santana whines.
"Just making sure my daughter is being safe. That thing in your pants is very fertile, Santana." Her mom jokes.
"YES MAMI, WE'RE BEING SAFE. JESUS, I'LL GO GET HER SO YOU CAN MEET HER ALREADY, JUST STOP EMBARRASSING ME." Santana throws her arms in the air and heads back upstairs, hearing her mother laugh as she leaves the kitchen.
She knocks lightly on her bedroom door giving Brittany, if she was awake, a warning before she walked in. Brittany was still fast asleep. Santana smiled walking over towards the blonde.
"Britt." Santana whispers, wiping strands of hair out of the blonde's face. "Babe, wake up." Santana pressed her lips to Brittany's cheek and the blonde stirred in her sleep.
"Mmm, do I have to?" Brittany mumbles as she hugs the pillow closer to her.
"Yes, you do. My mom wants to meet you. She likes your car." Santana chuckled.
Brittany's eyes shot open wide as she turned around to face the brunette. "Your mom's home? Does she know about…?"
"Yeah, there's no avoiding her… Sorry, but she really wants to meet you, baby." Santana's lower lip pouted. Brittany groans loudly, burying her face in the pillow and breathing in Santana's scent.
"Do I have to?" Brittany whined, not wanting to leave the Latina's bed.
"Yes, Brittany. Hurry up, or she'll come upstairs and you'll be naked and it'll be more awkward." Santana jokes causing the blonde to jump out of bed and run over to Santana's dresser.
"Oh my god, there are so many options of boxers." Brittany exclaims as she rummages through Santana's drawers, grabbing anything she thinks will fit her. She throws her soccer uniform in her bag and throws it over her shoulder.
Santana must admit, seeing Brittany in her clothes was pretty damn awesome. Santana smiles at the blonde who is frantically trying to pat her hair down as they walk downstairs. Brittany drops the soccer bag at the bottom of the stairs, shoving her hands nervously into Santana's jeans (that she had borrowed) pockets.
"What if she hates me?" Brittany complains.
"She won't hate you." Santana reassures.
"But what ifshe hates me?"
"Mija, ella es Hermosa!" Her mother exclaims.
"Si, Mami. You never let me get that far into explaining." Santana rolls her eyes.
"Sit, sit. Please!" Isabel gestures towards Brittany. "So tell me about yourself, Brittany."
"Well. I just moved here a year ago from Seattle. I love to dance, in fact, I work at a dance studio."
"That's where there's toned legs come from." Isabel says seriously.
"MAAAAMIII." Santana drawls out, "Embarrassing me, remember?"
"Oh hush, Santana." Her mother playfully slaps her hand. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Brittany. I'm glad that you can put up with my fiery daughter." Isabel laughs before getting up and taking her coffee cup to the sink. "Santana, I won't be back tonight. I'm flying to New York. No parties, no butt load of drunken hormonal teenagers kicking soccer balls around my living room. Okay?" Santana nods. "I'll see you both later."
And with a quick kiss to Santana's head, a goodbye from both of the girls, Isabel was out the door and in her car.
"I think she likes you." Santana whispers towards Brittany, who's currently staring at her cell phone with an upset look on her face.
Brittany looks up from the screen, "Hmm? Yeah."
"Brittany, are you okay?"
"No, I just got a text from my stupid coach saying I need to come in pronto and that it's super important." Brittany exhales loudly, "I'm sorry, San. I promised you a date, though, so I'll call you when I'm done with my coach, okay?"
Santana's smile faltered a little, but then the corners of her lips pulled into a smaller one. "Of course, B. Soccer is important to you, so I totally understand." And she did. If Coach Shue had called for Santana, Santana would be there instantly for him.
"Thanks for last night." Brittany whispers into Santana's ears, moving her lips towards Santana's lips to kiss her. "It was amazing." Brittany smiled, walking towards the staircase to grab her soccer bag. "Bye, Santana." Brittany presses one more kiss to the Latina's lips before skipping out of the door.
"Bye Britt." Santana mutters out as she watches the blonde hop in her car and drive away.
IN COACH SUE SYLVESTER'S OFFICE
"Brittany Susan Pierce… tsk, tsk." The harsh voice of Coach Sylvester echoes off of the office walls. "Fraternizing with the enemy, I see."
"What do you mean? What the hell does frat-whatever mean?" Brittany says, squinting her eyes as Sue shines a light in her face.
"It means you formed a… lesbromance with the STAR player on the Wolves." Sue stars.
"What are you talking about?" Brittany lifts a brow at Sue.
"You were seen with one Santana Lopez at your Halloween party, am I correct?"
"Yes…"
"And I have witnesses say that you and the Latina left last night's game together." Sue looks up at the blonde.
"Yeah, but what does this have to do with anything?" Brittany questions.
"It has everything to do with everything, Pierce. Look, I know you're a semi-smart girl with not so great grades, pretty blonde hair, and outrageously blue eyes; but those aren't going to get you into a good enough college to benefit your weird obsession with dancing and soccer at the same time." Sue taps her pen on her desk, waiting for an answer from the blonde.
"So you're saying… it's a bad thing to date Santana Lopez?" Brittany shifts uncomfortably in the chair.
"Not saying that dating a girl is a bad thing… but she is the star soccer player of our biggest rival, and THAT is a bad thing. However, I'm offering you a proposition… you're free to take it or deny it, but your future will depend on it." Sue folds her hands over each and stares Brittany dead in the eye.
"Uhm… okay, what is it?" Brittany asks.
"I want you to use Santana Lopez to find out all of the dirty secrets of the Wolves teams. I want their plays, their weaknesses, their strengths. Do this for me and I will make sure every single Scout out there will not only watch you play and prance around like a little, pretty princess; but I will make sure they overlook your partially average tests scores and offer you a scholarship." Sue smirks.
"So, you're saying that you want me to continue to, as Santana once called it, 'sleep with the enemy'? You want me to do exactly what I'm doing, continue seeing her, except find out more information about the team?" Brittany ponders, not fully grasping the concept that Sue was trying to get across.
"Yes, Brittany. I want you to continue 'sleeping with the enemy'. And if that means really sleeping with the damn enemy, then by all means, Brittany Pierce, sleep with her!" Sue's voice escalates. "You will do whatever it takes. Just get my inside information, and everyone will be happy. Do we have a deal, Brittany?"
Dun. Dun. Dun. And these are all of the problems that can arise from dating someone from the opposite soccer team. Especially in high school. We were all really vicious back then.
What do you guys think? Because you won't find out for a few chapters ;)
R&R
-Austyn