Pairing: (AU) Brittany Pierce & Santana Lopez
Rating: Mature
Word Count: about 12K
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its affiliated places.
A/N: Chapter four is up (after a long wait)! Thank you all for the reviews, story favorites/alerts, and author favorites, as well as private messages. I enjoy it all, and it makes writing this story that much better. I love hearing feedback from my readers, especially if it's something they don't like that I can change in future chapters.
I realized that in the previous chapter I still tried to do the less-than three for a heart in their texts, and it didn't show up. So now I will use :heart: in place of that.
New Message (5:30am) from Britt :heart:
Good morning! Your prob still sleeping but I wanted to say it anyway cuz I'm up getting ready for Cheerios practice before school. I can't wait to see you today! Will you meet me in front of the choir room after school's over so that I can walk you in and introduce you? It'll be super fun xoxo
Santana rolled over with a groan, shying away from the light that managed to seep through the dark shades of her curtains. Had she not pulled them closed last night? Weird. She never forgot to close her curtains, for the very fact that waking up was the worst and hardest part of her day.
A very grumpy brunette pushed her tired body up, and with barely opened eyes meandered to the window so that she could shut out every last bit of light shining through. When Santana managed to trudge back to her bed and flop down, she landed right on her phone, making it glow under arm. Peaking open an eye she glared down at it.
A look of confusion crossed her features when she realized it was seven o'clock and she had a text already. Unlocking the phone she saw it was from Brittany and smiled slightly. She read the text but was too tired to respond, so she rolled back over and drifted back to sleep.
When Santana woke up for a second time, it was because she was being yelled at in her native tongue by her mother. She was being forced to go run errands with the woman, and Santana grunted her disapproval, but went through her morning routine of getting ready; even though it was already past noon.
While out with the older Latina, Santana could not keep her mind off of her date last night. She was trying not to let herself get over emotional about the night but it was nearly impossible. Brittany Pierce had treated her to a very special night, and the brunette knew that she would never forget it. No one had ever gone to such lengths to woo her, not that Santana had ever really liked the romance in things, until now.
Santana battled with her own mind, while she was out with her mother. Brittany was a sweet, romantic young woman, but Santana knew that she would not let herself get attached, because she was not one to let feelings get in the way of things. Even though as she said this to herself, she was still swooning over last night's events.
New Message (12:43) from Santanita
Call me.
New Message (12:45) from Petey
Ever heard of school?
New Message (12:45) from Santanita
Ahora.
Incoming Call: Petey
"San what's up? I'm in the middle of class."
"You need to talk some sense into me, primo (cousin)."
"What? Why? What'd you do!"
"Nothing! I-I just… last night…"
"Ohh your date with Brittany! How'd that go by the way?"
"… How did you know I was on a date with Britt last night?"
"She's been texting me about it all day."
"..What'd she tell you?"
"Oh relax, San. I knew all about it before it even happened, she was just gushing about how great it went. She's so happy that you enjoyed yourself."
"So you planned it with her?"
"Nope. That was all her, San."
"Wow…"
"All I did was provide some magic."
"..You got all the flowers in place?"
"Most of them, yeah."
"Hm.."
"So... What sense do I have to talk into you?"
"Never mind," she mumbled.
"Santana…"
"No, it's nothing Peter."
"…You don't need to beat yourself up for having a really good time with her, y'know. Just get over the fact that someone other than family likes to spend time with you."
"Very funny, puta (bitch)… I didn't deserve all of that, Pete."
"Well, she obviously thinks you're worth it."
"She's wrong."
"You're only acting this way because you know you're developing feelings for her."
"Santana Lopez does not do feelings."
"Right. That's why you rarely stopped smiling last night."
"That's not true…"
"Oh, okay. Yeah. I'm well informed of the night San. The only time you didn't have a stupid grin on your face was when Brittany started undressing."
"She told you about that?"
"Yeah. And she's not stupid San-"
"I never said she was."
"So then you know she caught on to the fact that you completely froze up while she stripped. I could tell she wanted to ask me about it, but she never did."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Santanita?"
"I just flashed back to high school when I saw her. Her skin was so white. It was just like hers… It kind of hurt remembering like that, y'know?"
"No, I won't pretend that I know an iota of the pain you went through back then.. But obviously you got over it." She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"God, don't go all pervin' on me and Britts here, Petey."
"Nah, don't worry, she just said that you guys went skinny dipping."
"Okay, good."
"And that she shared some really wonderful sweet lady kisses with you."
"Ugh stop."
"I tease, I tease."
"…"
"But San. Don't make yourself run from this just because you think you might have some feelings for the girl. We all know she's sweet and innocent, and no one can not like Brittany Susan Pierce, it's near impossible. Just stop thinking for once and follow your gut, or heart, or whatever you close off."
"…"
"San?"
"I'll let you get back to class, Peter."
"No, San wait a sec."
"It's fine."
"I didn't mean it like that.."
"No, you did, Peter. But the last time I followed my heart, I told my best friend that I had fallen in love with her, thinking she felt the same way because my gut instinct told me she did. Lo and behold, she didn't. She felt nothing for me what I felt for her, she made it obvious. So that's why I turned out to be the closed off bitch I was for the entirety of my senior year. That's why I don't do feelings anymore. That's why I don't bother to remember the names of most girls I bed. Tell me bullshit like follow my heart again, and all you'll get from me is a scoff and eye roll."
"…Glad to see college has really matured you Santanita. I'm proud of you, really."
"Me muerde (bite me). Get the fuck back to class."
"Sure thing, San. Have fun in Glee later."
"Adios," she growled, disconnecting the phone. She glared at the device before clenching it tightly in her hand then stuffing it harshly into her back pocket. Her gut sunk, knowing she would have to face the bubbly blonde soon enough. Santana frowned, grabbing her phone once more to scroll through her phone and open Brittany's text from this morning. The one that she had simply replied back to with a short: Okay. Brittany had texted her back a few minutes later asking if everything was fine, and Santana had told her that she was just busy.
The Latina looked over the short conversation and frowned, seeing how the blonde was obviously upset over her lack of enthusiasm. She sighed, hanging her head just as her mother approached her. Reassuring the older woman that she was fine the two Latinas headed further into the store for more shopping.
Brittany waited outside the choir room eagerly. Santana had texted her saying she was on her way, and the blonde replied saying she would be waiting outside the room for her. When Brianna poked her head back out asking whether or not Brittany was going to come in, the blonde shook her head, "I'm waiting for a friend. Just go inside Bri, I'll be in soon."
The Cheerio watched the way Brittany swayed in place, rocking back and forth on the heels of her white tennis shoes, and smirked to herself. "'Kay B, see ya in there." She blew a kiss and ducked back inside, while Brittany absentmindedly nodded, trying to peer around the corner from where she stood.
Santana walked with her hands in her pockets of her jeans, surveying the red lockers with a slight frown. She thought coming back here after going away would be different, but she felt like she was back in high school again; she could literally feel the pressure of the social hierarchy on her shoulders again, the importance of 'keeping up her image' and making sure her HBIC attitude never wavered. She was reminded of her cold and relentless behavior senior year, a time when she had built her walls up so high she was sure no one would ever break them down again. A shiver snaked down her spine and she could feel herself falling back into that role, without consciously making an effort to do so.
"I'd know that pompous, confident swagger anywhere, even when not in a Cheerio uniform."
Hearing the familiar, taunting voice, Santana came to a halt in the middle of the hallway and turned around, facing the older blonde woman with a steady gaze.
"It's been a while, Santana."
The Latina refused to let her confusion show, but thought that maybe because she was no longer under the older woman's reign, Sue neglected the need to use her typical venomous insults she so casually tossed at the girls on her team. "Hey Sue," she threw back casually.
"How are you surviving now that you're in the cruel world, out from underneath the protective red and white colors, and HBIC attitude?"
Santana clenched her jaw slightly, regarding the track-suit clad woman warily. "I'm doing fine, if you must know."
"Law, correct? At Columbia U?" When Santana nodded slowly, Sue then nodded as well. "A good choice, if anything. Your grades were one of the few I didn't have to tweak when report cards came."
Santana let herself smirk, "Is that a compliment, Sue?"
The woman sneered, but before she could say anything further, a bubbly blonde rounded the corner and interrupted them. "There you are San! I was worried that you got lost," her bright eyes fell upon Coach Sylvester and though her smile stayed intact, her pace slowed and she added lowly, "Like maybe you got kidnapped by leprechauns, did I tell you that there's one going to school here? He's sweet, but kind of weird.." By the time she finished with her rambling, Brittany had come to a stop at Santana's side.
"Hi there, Tweedle-Dumb, what has you out and about at this time of day?"
Brittany shifted beside the Latina, her gaze lowering as she replied softly, "Glee.."
"How'd you meet Tits McGee?" Sue actually sounded curious about this, but Santana refused to let this go on longer than it needed to.
The Latina cleared her throat, "Sorry Sue, but it's not story time. Run back to your office, we're going to the choir room to gets our Glee on."
The older blonde regarded the ex-Cheerio with a calculated narrowing of her eyes. If Santana hadn't already felt like she was back in high school, she sure felt like it now under that scrutinizing gaze. After too long of a moment Sue nodded, "I'll see you later co-captain," then after another nod at Santana, dismissing her with a simple, "Sandbags," she turned around and headed back into her office.
"She's so scary," Brittany whimpered, grabbing Santana's hand and holding on tightly.
Santana chuckled, giving the girl's hand a squeeze and lifting one eyebrow, saying, "You never told me you were co-captain of the Cheerios, Britt."
Brittany's frightened expression immediately shifted into a face-splitting grin, "No way! I totally told you when we were at the park."
Santana shook her head, as she led them towards the choir room. "Definitely not, I'd remember that. I was co-captain too my senior year, with Becky-"
"-Jackson," Brittany finished with a knowing smile. "She's co-captain again this year."
Santana chuckles at that, "Of course she is."
"Coach has a soft spot for her, we all know it, but no one says anything about it because they fear her wrath," Brittany giggles softly. "She can get really scary sometimes, like she doesn't even need to scream to be scary, she goes crazy calm, it's freaky, that was how she got everyone to shut up about me being co-captain. Lots of the girls were complaining because I was new and the first practice I showed up to Coach named me co-captain, and people started whining about it. Well until she went weirdly calm insulting them and stuff. No one's questioned her after that."
Santana hummed lightly, nodding as she said, "Yeah I can see that happening. Co-captain on your first day of practice huh? That's pretty tight Britt, good job." She sent a bright smile Brittany's way. The blonde beamed right back, looping her arm through Santana's and tugging her into her side.
"I'm so excited for you to come to Glee, I didn't tell anyone, it's gunna be a huge surprise!"
Santana gave a half smile. She was dreading the moment she would step foot into the choir room. She hadn't exactly been nice to anyone after her incident mid-Junior year. Once the summer hit she had turned herself into a cold-hearted ruthless bitch. No one was spared from her wrath, especially not the Glee club. She had quit, but rejoined when senior year started. It surprised her, thinking back now, how she had managed to keep herself on the team for the whole year, or at least most of it.
Brittany cast the Latina a sideways glance, noticing that she seemed quite withdrawn, but brushed it off as she bounced into the choir room, tugging Santana in tow behind her by the lead of her hand, and shouting, "Guys! Meet my friend Santana!"
The Latina had put on a blank face, but couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile slightly at Brittany's less-than professional introduction. Her mocha eyes quickly darted around the room, taking in the shocked faces of those she knew, and curious gazes of those she didn't.
"Santana Lopez!" Mr. Schuester exclaimed from beside the piano, slapping his hands together in front of him. "It's a pleasure to see you again. I didn't think you'd come around for a visit."
"You're not the only one," muttered the boy seated in a wheelchair, sending a glare the Latina's way, which she sent right back with a scowl.
"Lopez!" Crooned a deep male voice from the back of the room. Santana looked up to see Noah Puckerman waggling his eyebrows at her.
She smirked, tilting her head up in a nod, "Enjoying Senior year a second time, Puck?" He just responded with a howl of laughter, glad he could see his friend again.
While Puck was laughing, Santana was distracted and nearly fell over when Sugar jumped up from her seat and engulfed her in a hug. The Latina stood there awkwardly, being squeezed, for a long moment before pulling a face and patting the girl's back once. Sugar let go, grinning, "How did Brittany become friends with you of all people Santana?" When the Latina bared her teeth, Sugar stepped back, nervously twirling a piece of hair around her finger and muttering, "Sorry.. Asperger's y'know.."
Santana rolled her eyes, feeling comfort when Brittany connected their hands once more, as she said, "It's a long story, Sug."
"I bet it is," Artie snarked from the side, earning another glare.
"What's that supposed to mean, Abrams?"
"Nothing at all, Satan."
Santana stepped forward threateningly, despite the tight grip Brittany had on her hand. But Mr. Schue interrupted, "Guys, guys, calm down. Santana came to visit us, let's appreciate that, and not question it."
Santana shot him a look, wondering if she should be insulted by that odd statement. But anything she would say in response was cut off when Tina, the quietest girl she knew, piped up from her seat next to Mercedes. "I'm glad you came back Santana, I missed you." Santana warmed slightly, knowing that the girl was genuine even though Santana had been less than civil to her on more than one occasion.
Mercedes joined in, "I hear ya, girl. Glee got pretty boring once you and the others left. There's less drama." There was that glint in the girl's eye that Santana knew she was being serious, Mercedes was the type of girl who thrived off drama and gossip. And Santana's outbursts and obnoxiousness definitely brought enough drama to the club, so she smirked back at the dark skinned girl.
Blaine was on the other side of the diva, and he offered a smile and a nod. Santana nodded back, knowing she deserved even less acknowledgement from the boy she had attacked with her words countless times. She smirked though, unable to resist asking him, "Where's your bow-tie, Anderson?"
He grinned at that, chuckling, "Before he left, Kurt finally convinced me that bow-ties and flood pants were no longer in style. So I changed it up a bit. I'm touched that you noticed." She smirked back at him as her only response while Brittany finally tugged her towards their seats.
Santana fidgeted slightly in the uncomfortable plastic chair and Brittany squeezed her hand, absolutely shining with happiness. But Santana looked past her to the Cheerio on Brittany's other side, recognizing her as the girl from the other day. And though Brianna, as she recalled, smiled at her, Santana scowled back.
Brittany caught this, and nudged the Latina, murmuring, "Be nice, San. She's my friend." The blonde pouted slightly, and Santana rolled her eyes, slipping her hand out of Brittany's to fold her arms over her chest.
Mr. Schuester clapped his hands together, drawing the attention back to himself, grinning like the pedo Santana was convinced he was. "Well Santana, why don't you and Mercedes start us off with a re-performance of the Adele mash-up you did last year with The Troubletones?"
Santana froze for a split second before her bitch face came on. Being in the halls of McKinley did wonders to her image. The Latina scoffed, tightening her arms over her chest and crossing her legs, letting her foot tap in the air. "No thanks, Schuester. Singing isn't my thing, never really was actually." She gave a one shouldered shrug, brushing it off. Mercedes regarded her with a questioning glance, as did most of the Glee members she was familiar with. They knew the Latina had loved singing whenever she had gotten the chance in Glee.
Mr. Schue also frowned, saying, "Okayy," drawing out the word in his confusion.
Santana scoffed again, rolling her eyes and glaring off to the side. Brittany leaned towards her, resting her hand gently over a tan forearm. The Latina stiffened, sending her glare Brittany's way before softening upon sight of the blonde's slight pout. Santana pulled her eyebrows together while moving her head in the way to silently ask, 'What?'
The corner of her pink lips turned up in a half smile, and Brittany gave a tug on the Latina's arm. Santana stopped clenching, letting Brittany pull her arm away from her body, so that the blonde could slip her own arm through and pull Santana closer. Santana smiled, though barely, her body sagging into the chair slightly, no longer giving off her HBIC attitude.
"San," the blonde murmured, to which Santana replied with a hum, showing she was listening. Brittany searched mocha eyes for a second before she asked, "Why'd you do that?"
Santana glanced up front where Mr. Schue had continued his talk, and she stiffened, shaking her head quickly.
Brittany pressed herself against the brunette's side, her free hand gently resting on her thigh. "You can talk to me Santana."
She glanced over from the corner of her eye, meeting bright blue that shimmered with sincerity. "I know," she murmured, glancing down at the pale hand rubbing slow circles against her jean clad thigh. "I just feel like I'm in high school again, that's all," she said with a chuckle.
"So you used to just slash people with your vicious tongue?" The blonde wondered.
Santana glanced at her, frowning deeply. "I told you, Britt, you don't actually know me, no matter what Peter or Carlos have said about me. Okay?"
Brittany nodded slowly, before resting her head on Santana's shoulder. The two of them attempted to listen to Schuester's droning voice before Brittany piped up again. "I want to."
"Huh?"
"I said: I want to. Like, know you and stuff."
Santana smiled slightly, "Yeah Britt, I know. And maybe you will," she teased.
"Oh, I will," Brittany assured with a giggle.
Santana chuckled softly, glancing down to be met with sparkling blue. She thought to herself, 'I don't doubt that for a second.' She rolled her eyes at the blonde, shaking her head slowly.
They turned their attention forward again, as Mr. Schuester waved Tina towards the front of the room. Santana quirked an eyebrow, though was glad to see that Schue finally recognized the talent girl-Chang had. She nodded approvingly, before wiggling slightly in her chair, getting more comfortable for the performance.
Tina sang an upbeat song that had all the Glee members up and dancing together happily. Brittany had tried to grab Santana and pull her in a few verses ago, but the Latina wasn't having it. She was not getting up there and dancing with them as if she was part of their family when she had treated half these kids like absolute shit for an entire year.
Instead, her dark eyes surveyed the people. She noticed that there were actually a lot of Cheerios here. Like way more than just the three of them that attended last year, her, Quinn and Ashley. Santana frowned slightly, before taking a steadying breath and backtracking her thoughts away from the girl. She counted at least six girls in the red and white uniform. Then three or four guys in varsity jackets.. She guessed that their win at Nationals really opened the floor for people to join and feel okay with it. And it's not like they all sounded horrible singing right now, they were decent.
Santana continued to watch her old high school acquaintances for a bit, before turning her sights on a specific blonde. Brittany was trading off dance moves with another student, he looked younger like maybe a sophomore, and Santana hummed in approval, watching how the blonde moved with such ease. Tilting her head to the side she wondered what it would have been like if Brittany and Mike danced together. It would definitely be amazing, there was no doubt about it. Mike Chang was probably the only person that Santana knew who could even come close to the blonde's skill.
By the time the song was over, Santana had realized she had been smiling, and wiped the emotion clear off her face once more. She watched as some members hugged each other. But more specifically she watched Brittany with the other Cheerios. The brunette strained her ears to try and listen, but she could only hear a few murmurs, which sounded like praise about Brittany's skilled moves. She narrowed her gaze when that girl, Brianna, let her hand linger a little too long on the blonde's arm as she said something to make Brittany giggle, and duck her head (no doubt blushing) before pushing the brunette away playfully.
When everyone was back in their seats, and Brittany plopped down, she noticed her favorite Latina was wearing a scowl. "Did you not like the performance?" She asked with the tilt of her head.
Santana turned to face her, confusion knitting her brow, "Huh?"
"You've got a puss on your face. Did you not like the song?"
Santana scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked forward. "I do not have a puss on my face, Britt."
Brittany hummed thoughtfully, staring at Santana's profile before nodding. "Yeah, you're right. It's not a puss, more like an 'I'm really pissed off at something' kinda look." Santana glanced over to her, raising an eyebrow as her expression softened. "What are you pissed about San?"
She rolled her eyes, looking forward again, muttering, "Nothing.."
"Nope," Brittany leaned closer, pressing a palm to the girl's thigh her torso against her arm, "You can't fool me, Santana Lopez," she teased.
Santana ground her teeth together, clenching her arms tighter around herself. Why couldn't Brittany just let it go? Everyone else always did.. But maybe that was it. Maybe it was because Brittany was so not like anyone else… Santana sighed after a moment, then relaxed her arms and laid a hand over Brittany's on her leg. "Really, Britt, I'm fine, okay?"
Brittany narrowed her eyes, but when Santana turned to look at her, and their noses brushed, and she caught the look in Santana's eye, she nodded. Though didn't move. Sitting there nose to nose, Brittany's eyes dropped to plump red lips. Santana gulped, her muscles tensing, when she realized what Brittany was thinking of doing.
Brittany had barely leaned forward a millimeter when Santana whipped her head away to stare straight ahead with wide eyes. The blonde pulled completely away in reaction, hurt by the Latina's actions. That was the first time that Santana had pulled away so violently from a kiss, and it really hurt Brittany, because she didn't understand why.
The blonde settled back into her own chair, facing forward with her hands playing nervously in her lap. She felt a warm palm slide between her hands, and glanced over to Santana, but the Latina hadn't moved. She looked to her left and saw that Brianna was smiling sweetly at her. The other cheerio gave a light squeeze of her hand, and Brittany squeezed back, glad for the comfort of her friend.
Santana watched from the corner of her eye and in her anger her fists clenched and toes curled. She focused on trying to listen to Will, instead of thinking of ways to maim that chick for ever touching her Brittany again… Maybe that was a bit much, but Santana wasn't exactly thinking straight. She was entirely too pissed off about the way the Cheerios were holding hands and smiling at each other. And if it wouldn't have caused a scene, Santana would have stormed out by now to avoid this feeling. She knew exactly what she was feeling, and that in and of itself pissed her off. She shouldn't feel jealous, Brittany wasn't worth it. Or so she told herself.
She sat stiffly through another few songs. A couple of the new kids sang, and Santana had to admit that they weren't half bad. It was nearing the time where they would be calling it quits for the day and leaving. The song the Cheerios performed was wrapped up and the girls had congregated together by the piano to talk.
Santana was still sitting down, watching Brittany giggle as she re-preformed one of the dance moves with her Cheerio friends. A figure approached her, and she set on her glare before she even looked up. She blinked a few times, before smiling slightly, and breathing out, "Sam." The boy grinned back, and leaned down, wrapping his arms around the Latina. "I barely recognized you without your Bieber hair."
His laugh was low and rough in her ear as he squeezed her tighter for a moment before letting go. Santana pulled away, smirking at him, "I like the new look Trouty Mouth," she murmured, running her hands through his short blonde hair. It had a wind-swept look to it, but like the wind swiped it into this almost perfect style.
He laughed softly, smiling brightly down at her. His bright eyes reminded her of Brittany's especially when they were flickering over her face and searching, right before he said, "Y'know, Tina wasn't the only one who missed you. And it actually is the truth."
Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes, but smiled to show him she wasn't being serious. "Whatever, Bieber," she mumbled, punching his bicep lightly.
"Seriously," he told her with a grin, before it turned sheepish as he asked, "So are you free later?" Santana had to laugh at that. Was Sam really trying to pick her up? "Just so we can talk," he said with his huge lopsided grin.
Santana opened her mouth to reply, but she was swung off her feet and spun in the air by thick strong arms around her middle. She grabbed them, gasping softly for air. For a split second she thought it was Brittany, but she realized that the arms were too tan and rippled with too much muscle to be anyone other than Puck.
He twirled Santana around once, and she bit her tongue to keep from squealing out loud. When Puck set her on the ground again, the two of them laughed softly together. "I missed my favorite Latina," the Mohawk-haired boy said with a simple shrug.
Santana smirked, and took a step back, letting her eyes move up and down the tan boy. "And why's that Puckerman?"
He grinned like a wolf, running his hand over the neatly trimmed strip of hair on his scalp. "Oh come on Lezpez, I'm not an idiot anymore. You're my lezbro, nothin' more. No matter how much I want a piece of that fine ass again."
Santana rolled her eyes, but let her lips pull into a wide grin. She could feel the skin on the back of her neck prickling, and the hairs on her arms stand on end. She glanced around quickly and froze when her mocha eyes were trapped by those piercing blue, dark and swirling with something Santana could only name as jealousy. The Latina's grin fell into a simple, soft smile the longer she gazed at the blonde, and Brittany noticed this, her lips curving out of their grim line and into a shining smile.
When Brittany turned back to her Cheerio friend, Santana finally turned her attention back to Puck, who was watching her with narrowed hazel eyes. She raised an eyebrow silently, only for him to make a whipping motion with his hand and the accompanying noise.
Santana gaped at him, aggressively shoving his bicep as she scoffed. "No way, Puckerman."
He raised his eyebrows at her, "So you're telling me that she doesn't have you wrapped around her little finger like the rest of us?"
Santana bit her lip to stop herself from making a comment about how Brittany's fingers were anything but tiny. She merely rolled her eyes and scoffed in her typical Santana Lopez fashion. "Whatever."
"And you're so hot for her," he pointed out with a lecherous grin.
Santana smirked at that, and right then it felt like she really was back in high school, gossiping with Puck about the latest girls they had snagged.
At the time in high school after being shut down by Ashley and outted to all of Ohio by Finn Hudson's mistake, Puck had made it a priority to help out his Lezbro and take her to college parties where they both got hammered and picked up girls. It was a great bonding experience between the two of them, and really solidified their friendship, no matter how much of a bitch Santana could turn into while in the halls of McKinley
Santana raised her eyebrows and gave a simple shrug to the tan boy, with a wicked smirk playing at her lips. There was silence for a moment between them, before Puck's jaw was dropping and he was nearly shouting, "No freakin way!"
Santana glared at him, hitting him in the stomach with the back of her hand to get him to shut up. She sent a few glares to those who he had drawn the attention of. Her glare was particularly venomous to one Artie Abrams who was way too close for her liking, to be having this conversation.
Santana grabbed Puck, who still had his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and dragged him further into the back of the room at the top of the rows, where Abrams and his wheelchair could not follow.
"Are you serious Lopez?" He asked, now smirking.
"Shut up. Don't say anything to anyone about it." She glanced around cautiously, making sure nobody was listening to their conversation. "I'm only telling you this, because well you're my bro. And I'm sorry I haven't kept in contact much, law school y'know?"
"S'okay," he said with a nod.
Santana nodded back before sitting, and motioning for him to do the same. They lowered their heads together as Santana began to explain what happened between her and Brittany. How they met at the Motocross track. She even put in a little jibe at him and his little brother about how he was obviously miffed that the girl turned him down. She explained the race, and how Brittany nearly won, if not for his little brother. How they bumped into each other later in Peter's tent. And how they left for Brittany's, where Santana explained that she persuaded Brittany to forget about romance and just have sex. Puck laughed at that, because it seemed like such a Santana thing to do.
She skipped out on any details about the sex, just settling for saying "It was hard and fast" even though Puck protested, wanting the dirty details. Santana ignored him and went on to say how she ditched out afterwards. Puck narrowed his eyes at her, hissing lowly, "So you just fucked Brittany and left."
The way he said it made her feel a million more times as guilty as she had already felt over the situation. "Puck," she whined, throwing her head back, "It was wrong. I know that. She's too sweet to do that to. But just listen to the rest okay?"
He glared at her for a moment longer before letting her finish. She told him how she showed up again and they all got ice cream together. He howled with laughter when Santana told him about how she shoved her ice cream cone in that kid's face for staring at Brittany's ass. She briefly mentioned that Brittany took her out on a date last night and she finished off by stating, "And she convinced me that visiting Glee club would be a good idea."
"Well it's great seein' you again Lopez. And of course hearing about your latest conquest is great too," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Santana scoffed, "Brittany's not-" she cut herself off at Puck's curious expression. Santana froze momentarily, before shrugging and turning nonchalant, "Brittany's not just a one-time thing Puckerman. More like my entertainment for the rest of my Spring break."
Puck scrunched his eyebrows in confusion for a moment, minutes ago wasn't Santana practically gushing over the blonde? Okay, maybe not gushing. But Santana doesn't talk about people with any tone of voice other than with distain or contempt. During the topic of Brittany there had been whimsical, almost adoring quality to her tone. Yet here she was denying any sort of feelings for the blonde, when it was so totally obvious. He shrugged his shoulders anyway, nodding with a wide smirk. "She's totally fine, nice choice Lezpez."
Santana narrowed her eyes, baring her teeth at her friend. "She's not a piece of meat, Noah."
Puck raised his hands in defense, palms forward, "Woah, chill out Lopez. Fine."
She glared at him for a moment longer, and opened her mouth to say something else, but someone called out, "Santana!" The Latina didn't have to see the face to know it was Brittany.
Her scowl from Puck softened before she turned towards the blonde. "Yeah, Britt?"
Grinning, Brittany bounced over to where they were then threw herself sideways onto a jean-clad lap. Santana lost her breath for a moment, flinging her arms around Brittany's waist to make sure she didn't fall. Brittany beamed at the brunette, "I have to go to practice, San."
The Latina cocked a brow, "So why are you smiling?"
Brittany giggled, "'Cuz you're letting me sit in your lap." She gave a little wiggle.
Santana laughed softly, "You didn't exactly give me a choice there Britt."
"Oh! I could get off if ya want," the blonde said with an almost unnoticeable smirk, twirling a bit of Santana's hair around her finger.
"My lap's open babe," Puck announced, his hazel eyes shamelessly roaming up Brittany's long legs.
Santana glared at him, kicking out her foot and getting him in the shin. With a yelp he threw an apologizing look at the Latina, saying, "Sorry, San, I can't help myself sometimes. Puckosaurus can't be tamed y'know."
"Well keep your comments to yourself," she growled, tightening her grip around the blonde's waist, causing her to giggle, a pale arm snaking around Santana's shoulders. The Latina glanced up at Brittany and smiled softly, "So.. you've gotta go to practice huh?" Brittany bit her lip, nodding slowly. "When?"
"Uhm.." Brittany looked to the ceiling thoughtfully, before glancing over her shoulder, eyes searching before they found Brianna impatiently waiting by the door. Santana hadn't realized that everyone else had left, she was too busy talking with Puck to notice.
Brittany swung her face back around, nearly colliding with Santana. The two of them froze from the closeness, the only thing either of them could see was the swirling colors of each other's eyes. "Now," Brittany whispered, "I have to leave now."
"Okay," Santana said back, in an equally quiet voice. When Brittany made no move to actually get up, Santana pursed her lips together. Deep blue eyes followed the action, and before Brittany knew what was happening, Santana's lips were covering hers.
Santana had absolutely no problem asserting her dominance, Puck and Brianna were the only ones in the room. And honestly, they were definitely two people that needed to realize that Brittany was unavailable to either of them.
Brittany hummed appreciatively, letting her hand stroke to the back of Santana's neck and pull her in deeper as she parted her lips. Santana was quick to dive her tongue into the warm wetness of Brittany's mouth, causing the blonde to moan. Santana smirked slightly as she pulled away, letting her hands rub soothing patterns into her side and back.
"I.." Brittany stared, pausing to lick her lips, her eyes still closed, "Have to… Practice.." Santana chuckled because it seems she had rendered the girl incapable of forming a coherent sentence.
"Can you spare another kiss, Britt-Britt?" Santana asked teasingly, pouting at the girl.
Brittany's eyes opened and she stared at the other girl for a moment before lunging forward, hands on her cheeks and pulling her in for a feverish kiss.
Santana reciprocated eagerly, fighting against Brittany's tongue for dominance. In a matter of seconds Brittany was sitting in Santana's lap with her legs on either side of the Latina, feet on the ground and nearly grinding into her, with Santana's hands firmly on her ass, squeezing through her spanks.
Their lips smacked as they pulled away, panting, and Santana attacked a pale neck. She sucked and nibbled, causing Brittany to arch into her with a gasp.
"So hot," Puck rasped from beside them, watching with wide eyes.
From across the room, Brianna, who was fidgeting nervously, trying to look away but finding herself unable to actually do so, called out, "Uh, Britt, we really have to go now."
Santana growled possessively, gripping Brittany's ass and pulling her flush against her body, muttering, "Fuck the Cheerios, I wants ta get mah mack on with Britts," against the blonde's neck.
Brittany giggled, running the tips of her fingers through Santana's low ponytail as she leaned back slightly. "San," she whined, a hand gripping the Latina's shoulder tightly after a particularly harsh nip and suck against her throbbing pulse.
"Yeah Britt?" she husked, nuzzling her cheek into the crook of the girl's neck and slipping her arms around her waist for a tight squeeze.
Brittany exhaled heavily, running her fingers through Santana's ponytail with a smile. "I have to go, I can't be late." Santana grunted in response, only hugging tighter. With a giggle Brittany kissed the top of her head. "I'll text you later, ok?"
Santana hummed thoughtfully, running her nose up the length of her pale neck, before placing a kiss against the corner of her jaw, and nudging her ear with her nose as she murmured, "Can we finish what we started, too?"
Brittany laughed softly, though Santana saw the way her ears turned red. "Maybe," she said playfully, giving a tug to her hair, "If I can get out of the house."
Santana groaned at the thought of not getting off later after all this tension. She nipped at Brittany's ear before lowering her hands to the girl's thighs and resting them there lightly. "Fine," she huffed.
"Don't pout Sanny," Brittany whispered, kissing a tan forehead.
Santana scowled, "I don't pout."
Brittany rolled her eyes, "Yeah, okay, whatever you say, San."
Santana chuckled under her breath, standing and helping Brittany settle her feet back on the floor. And even though Brittany had pointed out the importance of not being tardy, she still stood there in front of Santana, arms wrapped around the Latina's neck. Santana arched an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side.
Brittany pursed her lips together, her bright eyes flickering over Santana's face. As the seconds ticked by, Santana got increasingly flustered. "What?" She asked in a low voice, averting her eyes to the side.
Brittany pressed a finger to the underside of Santana's jaw, her thumb coming up to brushing against her bottom lip. Santana's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as Brittany just kept looking. The blonde gnawed on her lip before ducking her head and pressing their cheeks together. Santana glanced over at Puck, then Brianna, still wearing a look of utter confusion.
Pressed against Santana's smaller frame, Brittany sighed, giving her a squeeze. "Thank you for coming to Glee today. I'm really glad that you came, even if you didn't dance, or sing, or anything. You should have though, because I know how amazing you are."
Santana dropped her jaw, unable to hug back for just a second, before she was wrapping Brittany in a full body hug, and squeezing her strongly. Brittany smiled peacefully over her shoulder, leaning her cheek more firmly against Santana's, only to feel the Latina press back, her cheek curved in a way that told Brittany she was smiling.
They stood hugging like that until Brianna cleared her throat awkwardly. Brittany loosened her arms hesitantly, before completely breaking away, grinning that mega-watt smile of hers. Santana smirked crookedly back at her, and Brittany leaned forward, pecking her lips, whispering, "Bye San," before bounding across the room, grabbing her backpack and following Brianna out the door, but not without throwing a wave over her shoulder at the Latina.
Once Brittany was out the door, Santana fell heavily into her previously occupied chair and sighed slowly. Puck snickered from beside her, saying, "That was one hell of a show, Lopez."
"Fuck off," she muttered, throwing him a glare and standing up to leave. A calloused hand gripped her forearm after she stepped off the risers, and she cast Puck a questioning look.
"You wanna hang like old times?" Santana scowled, preparing a 'fuck no' as a response before he continued. "Not a party, I mean just video games and shit."
Santana pulled her arm away with a chuckle, before shrugging. Puck grinned, throwing his arm over her shoulders, and pulling her close as they left the choir room. "I walked, so you're driving me home afterwards."
"No problem," he crooned, smirking.
Santana rolled her eyes all the way to his car with all his stupid comments. She paused briefly to peer through the fence at the practicing girls, whirling around in their short red and white skirts. Her eyes searched for Brittany, and it took her a minute in the mass of cloned bodies before she was locking onto those sinfully long legs and beaming smile.
Santana smirked to herself, watching as Brittany was hoisted into the air by another Cheerio, and threw her leg straight up behind her, grabbing her own ankle and arching her back. 'So flexible,' she thought to herself, before Puck was shouting at her through the opened windows from the driver's side, "Get in Lopez, and stop getting a hard-on."
With another eye roll, she opened the passenger door and slipped inside. She missed how Brittany turned her head and watched Santana disappear into Puck's car with a carefree laugh tumbling from her red lips at his comment, or the frown that sullied the blonde's pretty face, and the way she wavered in her stance, earning a patronizing comment from Coach Sue.
An hour and a half later Puck and Santana were owning at Call of Duty. They were doing the co-op missions on veteran and were absolutely blazing through the levels, while munching on chips and soda of course.
"No-no-no, don't go up-" Santana tried to warn him, but Puck had already gone up the stairs and been killed. She sighed, tossing down the controller. "Can you listen to me for once Puckerman? I say don't do something, don't do it!"
Puck glared at her, "You weren't quick enough with warning me!"
She rolled her eyes, muttering, "Don't fuck it up this time," before restarting the mission. While the screen loaded she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She quickly pulled it out and smiled.
New Message (5:37) from Britt :heart:
Hey San (:
Santana was quick to type out a reply, still smiling, before setting her phone down in her lap to play as the game started up again.
New Message (5:37) from San :heart:
Hey Britt-Britt. Sup? Practice can't be over already
The reply was almost instantaneously, and Santana stiffened, torn between reading it and continuing to play one of her favorite games. She shot a few people, and made sure the coast was clear before grabbing her phone to view the text.
New Message (5:38) from Britt :heart:
Water break! R u up to anything?
New Message (5:40) from San :heart:
I'm playing video games at Puckerman's
Puck shouted "Dude, I'm bleeding out! The fuck! Save me already!"
Santana jumped slightly, quickly grabbing the controller and guiding her character to Puck's to save him. Puck glared at her a moment longer, "Stop texting, it's distracting you from the game. We agreed, no texts unless it's a parent."
Santana glared at him, "It was Britt, alright, chill."
Puck snickered, "Oh, Brittany."
"Shut up…"
New Message (5:42) from Britt :heart:
Oh is that what you've been doing since glee?
Santana glanced into her lap, smirking as she read that. She chuckled to herself, about to reply when Puck's grunting broke through her mind and she focused back on the game long enough to save his ass before pausing it. He let out an annoyed breath, but said nothing as she typed.
New Message (5:45) from San :heart:
Maybe, maybe not
New Message (5:45) from Britt :heart:
What seriously? What have you been doing then?
New Message (5:45) from Britt :heart:
You've been with Puck the whole time?
New Message (5:45) from San :heart:
Relax Britty, don't get so jealous ;)
New message (5:47) from Britt :heart:
I wasn't jealous
Santana laughed softly, receiving a nudge in the ribs from Puck, who was now looking at her with a questioning gaze. Santana shook her head, grinning. "Brittany totally got jealous when I just said to her I was here, playing video games with you. I can imagine her freaking out thinking we fucked or something." But even as she laughed at that image, something pulled in her chest, telling her that she didn't enjoy the possibility of hurting the blonde.
Puck snorted beside her, "Man, you gotta tell her you're just my lezbro. She's too sweet of a girl to fuck with, Lopez."
Santana snickered, "We fucked the first day that we met, Puckerman, she's really not all that sweet y'know."
New Message (5:50) from San :heart:
Okay. Sure. You're not jealous ;)
New Message (5:50) from San :heart:
But did you know Puck and I used to date?
New Message (5:50) from Britt :heart:
He never told me that :(
New Message (5:51) from Britt :heart:
When was this?
New Message (5:52) from San :heart:
In HS. I was so far in the closet I fucked him regularly to convince myself I liked guys
New Message (5:53) from Britt :heart:
San :(
New Message (5:53) from Britt :heart:
You shouldn't have used him like that
New Message (5:54) from San :heart:
Pft I use people all the time Britt
New Message (5:55) from Britt :heart:
Really?
New Message (5:55) from San :heart:
Well yeah, that's who I am
New Message (5:55) from Britt :heart:
Oh
Santana looked down at the response and cringed. She shouldn't have said anyof that. At all. Santana nervously tapped her fingers against the little piece of technology, her leg jumping up at down. Puck looked at her from the corner of his eye, speaking quietly, "Lopez?" Santana shook her head, nervously chewing her lip. "What's up?" He was careful not to prod too much, Santana was known for her angry outbursts. She shook her head again, typing out a response quickly.
New Message (5:57) from San :heart:
Just when someone doesn't mean anything to me
Puck continued to stare at her questioningly. She sent him a hard look before grabbing the video game controller and un-pausing the game. He would have opened his mouth and tried to continue conversation, but his attention-span could only focus on one thing at a time, and with his character currently dying on screen, his attention was quickly diverted.
Santana forced herself to play the video game, but half of her mind was devoted to waiting for the feeling of her phone vibrating against her leg. But it never came. Not within the half hour that she suddenly lost all video game skill she had had whatsoever. She threw the controller down after she died for the nth time that level and pressed her face into her hands with a groan.
She brooded silently for a few tense moments before peeking out from behind her fingers at her phone. Still nothing.
New Message (6:34) from San :heart:
Sorry. That didn't sound right
New Message (6:37) from San :heart:
It makes me sound like a horrible person
New Message (6:38) from San :heart:
I mean I guess I am
New Message (6:40) from San :heart:
Sometimes
New Message (6:45) from San :heart:
Not around you though
New Message (6:58) from San :heart:
It's strange because when I'm with you I forget all about the person I used to be. The scared little high school girl who was so insecure about herself she had to get a boob job. The same one who continuously verbally harassed others about the things she knew would make them doubt themselves or run off crying. I forgot about how I used to be so utterly ashamed of myself that I was willing to fool around with or sleep with pretty much any guy who was willing (and there were many) so that I could convince myself that I still liked guys, even though I thought about girls all the time. When I'm with you I don't think about all the one night stands I had with girls since I've started college, how I don't let people see me for who I am, so that they can't hurt me. When I was out on our date I wasn't afraid, I didn't want to hide, I just wanted to be with you and enjoy the night. If it had been any one else I would have scoffed at the idea of feeding ducks in the park, and laughed at them saying Disney movies were for kids. But you made those things worth doing. Your smile and your laugh made everything better. I could have had a picnic under the stars with any one, but I'd only really enjoy myself if it was with you and your PB&J triangles, and fruits. And you and all your roses were so brilliant. I didn't even realize I had a dozen until your note told me so, and at that moment I melted because you're right, no one's gotten me a dozen roses. Sure losers who took me out on dates in high school would get me flowers and shit, but I knew it was only because they wanted to get some. You were the perfect gentlemen, even when we were lying naked together, freezing in your blanket cocoon. You were sweet and caring all night. And even this morning when I was a total bitch over texting, the moment we saw each other you had this mega-watt smile on your face that I knew things would be fine today in glee no matter what happened
New Message (6:59) from San :heart:
I'm sorry that was a really long text. I just wanted you to know that I wouldn't use you
New Message (7:00) from San :heart:
You mean more to me than that Britt-Britt
When Santana sighed, and set her phone down on her knee, Puck instantly grabbed it. "Puck! Give it back!"
She lunged towards him, but he deflected, turning his back on her, and scrolling through her texts to see the massive block of text she had sent to Brittany. "Da fuck Lopez? You writing a novel?"
"Seriously Puck, fuck off, give me my phone," she growled, trying to worm her way under his arm and sneak her phone back from him. He simply chuckled, and twisted, grabbing her in a gentle choke hold. She whined, kicking out her legs and reaching for her phone that was just out of reach as Puck read silently to himself.
"Holy fucking shit Lopez. You are a sweet talking player, the best that I know!" He snickered, still holding her phone out of reach.
She grunted, bucking herself wildly to get free from his grip, "Let me go Puck! Give me my phone!"
Puck tightened his hold, making Santana gasp, clawing at the crook of his elbow that was now constricting the airflow to her windpipe. He stopped flexing his arm and she sighed in relief, relaxing in his hold. "If you break her heart," he started in a whisper, dropping her phone back in her lap and removing his arm before finishing, "I'll break your face." Santana rubbed her neck, frowning as she looked up at her friend, then down to the phone in her lap. "Cuz I know that you didn't mean what you said back in the choir room, this isn't just a spring fling to you. But if you keep acting like it is, and you keep her at arm's length, always pushing her away and not admitting shit, and you break her heart I'll make sure you regret it.."
Santana lifted her eyes again, asking quietly, "Why are you choosing her over me?"
Puck shrugged slightly, toying with the game controller now in his hands. "You've got thick skin Lopez but Britt? Britt wears her heart on her sleeve and wouldn't hurt a fly, if she gets hurt out of this it's because she gave you her everything and you decided to fuck things up. I'm just saying don't hurt her. Don't treat her like you've treated all the other girls. Don't make me pick her over you, and we'll still be bros…"
Santana nodded solemnly twisting her phone in her hands. Then she nodded again, more firmly, saying, "Yeah, okay.. I mean, I didn't plan to hurt her or anything."
Puck nodded, clicking a few buttons, "Good. Now let's start this level again, and hope that you don't fucking suck this time."
She smiled over at him, glad that he was one of her closest friends, even though she had been terrible at keeping in touch since she had left. Santana glanced down at her phone, frowning when she saw no response at all, before trying to push it out of her mind, and play the game with Puck.
Puck dropped her off home again an hour or so later. He told her it was because of her mopey attitude, and she nearly punched him in the face. But he had a point, even after her super long, kind of sweet text to Brittany she still hadn't gotten an answer and it had been pulling her mood pretty low. And Santana Lopez was no fun to be around while not in a good mood. She had screamed and ranted at Puck over the smallest of things, especially when he pulled a stupid move in their game and got himself killed before she even had a chance to save him.
But she was home now and in her room, lounging on her bed and checking facebook on her laptop. She was bored out of her mind. She'd been hoping that Brittany would be available after practice, but obviously that wasn't happening because A) she made a fool of herself and B) practice was over at like 6:30 and she hadn't heard from Britt since around six. Obviously the blonde didn't want to talk to her or see her right now.
Her phone beeped on her nightstand and she ignored it, not thinking anything of it as she browsed tumblr. It beeped again, signaling another message, then once more. It was enough to get her curious, so she sat up and opened the new messages.
New Message (8:17) from Britt :heart:
Sorry I stopped replying, Coach started up practice again before I could say goodbye and then she made us keep practicing until really late today
New Message (8:19) from Britt :heart:
I didn't mean to make it sound like I thought you were using me. I just didn't expect you to say something like that. I could never see you doing that, you're too nice. To me at least
New Message (8:21) from Britt :heart:
And oh my god that was the cutest most sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. You're so cute when you get all worried and start rambling and if I had been with you I would have kissed you and made you shut up. And I would have kissed away your worries, because I get it, and I never thought you were using me. And you're just so ugh I wish I could see you tonight :heart:
Santana smiled to herself, laying back against her pillows before replying.
New Message (8:21) from San :heart:
It's ok Britt-Britt, I shoulda thought Coach would do something like that, and not assume the worst. I'm stupid like that lol. You can't see me tonight? Why :(
New Message (8:22) from Britt :heart:
You're not stupid San! I can't go out bc my mom got an email from one of my teachers saying something about making sure I study for the next test so I don't fail it. So she's keeping me inside, and making sure that I study hard for it
New Message (8:24) from San :heart:
You should convince her that I can help you study ;)
New Message (8:24) from Britt :heart:
Well the test isn't until thursday so maybe if I study hard tonight she'll let you come over tomorrow after Cheerio's practice?
New Message (8:25) from San :heart:
Sounds good to me. We won't have to pretend to study that way ;)
New Message (8:25) from Britt :heart
Can you only think about sweet lady kisses or something? (:
New Message (8:27) from San :heart:
Or something ;)
New Message (8:27) from Britt :heart:
Santana!
New Message (8:27) from San :heart:
What? I can't help it
New Message (8:28) from San :heart:
You were prancing around in your Cheerio's skirt all glee club
New Message (8:28) from San :heart:
And then our make out session before you left?
New Message (8:28) from San :heart:
I'm supposed to keep my thoughts clean?
New Message (8:29) from San :heart:
No can do Britt-Britt
New Message (8:30) from Britt :heart:
You're too cute San :)
New Message (8:30) from San :heart:
Cute? Really?
New Message (8:30) from Britt :heart:
Well no. You're super sexy too ;) I can imagine how you look in your own Cheerio's uniform and it makes me all shivery
New Message (8:31) from San :heart:
Oh yeah? You've pictured me in a Cheerio's uniform before Britt-Britt?
New Message (8:33) from Britt :heart:
Totally. You're hot San :heart:
New Message (8:33) from Britt :heart:
I need to go shower ttyl :heart:
New Message (8:33) from San :heart:
Mkay go get wet for me babe ;)
New Message (8:34) from Britt :heart:
Oh San lol you don't just get me wet, you get me soaked ;D
New Message (8:35) from San :heart:
Fuck Britt you're so hot
New Message (8:35) from San :heart:
I really wish I could come over tonight
New Message (8:35) from San :heart:
We'd have so much fun baby I'd show you exactly how much I appreciated that beautiful date
Santana smirked to herself, and left it at that, having a feeling that it would be enough to get Brittany going when she got back.
New Message (9:14) from Britt :heart:
Holy Jesus San! I want you so bad baby
New Message (9:14) from Britt :heart:
God! The things I would do to you if you were here
Santana rolled over, unlocking her phone and biting her lip hard as she read Brittany's message. With a groan she pressed her hips down against her mattress, trying to relieve just a small bit of the pressure coiling in her abdomen.
New Message (9:15) from San :heart:
Britt that was way too long of a shower! What were you doing in there?
New Message (9:15) from San :heart:
And I wish I was with you too
New Message (9:18) from Britt :heart:
Oh wouldn't you like to know San ;)
New Message (9:19) from San :heart:
Well I'm sure whatever it was we could reenact it together ;)
New Message (9:20) from Britt :heart:
I'd love to shower with you San
New Message (9:21) from Britt :heart:
We'd get all soapy, slipping and sliding together all naked
New Message (9:21) from Britt :heart:
You'd look gorgeous dripping wet
New Message (9:22) from Britt :heart:
Your hair sticking to your breasts, falling down your back
New Message (9:23) from Britt :heart:
I'd move it all to one side though
New Message (9:23) from Britt :heart:
And kiss you all over, but just teasing at first
New Message (9:25) from Britt :heart:
I'd kiss the back of your neck and whisper to you how beautiful you are
New Message (9:25) from Britt :heart:
Then I'd press you against the tile, leaning up against your back
New Message (9:26) from Britt :heart:
And slowly enter you with two fingers
New Message (9:27) from Britt :heart:
It would be easy bc you'd be so wet for me
New Message (9:28) from Britt :heart:
I'd move my wrist, pump in and out nice and steadily until you writhe and beg for more
New Message (9:29) from Britt :heart:
And then I'd enter you with another finger
New Message (9:30) from Britt :heart:
Maybe I'd tease your nipples with my other hand, or stroke your hair
New Message (9:32) from Britt :heart:
It wouldn't matter though bc you'd be so focused on how perfectly my fingers fill you up
New Message (9:34) from Britt :heart:
And when I curl them and stroke that spot, you'd be a trembling whimpering mess
New Message (9:34) from Britt :heart:
Because of me
New Message (9:35) from Britt :heart:
You'd cry out my name, maybe beg for more, or for me to go faster
New Message (9:36) from Britt :heart:
And I'd give it to you… eventually
New Message (9:37) from Britt :heart:
But only when you couldn't wait any longer, shaking with need
New Message (9:39) from Britt :heart:
With my three fingers pumping furiously, and curling against that sweet spot, I'd bring my other hand around and press a finger to your clit
New Message (9:42) from Britt :heart:
I'd rub slow circles. Then get faster and make them tighter around your clit
New Message (9:42) from Britt :heart:
And then I'd whisper in your ear, I'd tell you to let go, to cum for me
New Message (9:45) from Britt :heart:
And then you'd explode, clenching around my fingers, probably seeing stars as you cried out my name
New Message (9:47) from Britt :heart:
Your legs would wobble, and I'd have to hold you around the waist as my fingers slowly teased you down from your high
New Message (9:50) from Britt :heart:
I'd kiss your shoulder, and whisper in your ear how amazing you are, how beautiful it was to watch you unravel
New Message (9:52) from Britt :heart:
And when I finally removed my fingers, I'd kiss you long and slow until you regained your senses
New Message (9:55) from Britt :heart:
That would be an amazing shower right? :heart:
New Message (10:00) from San :heart:
Santo carajo Britt! Dios I just came so hard
New Message (10:01) from Britt :heart:
My pleasure San ;)
New Message (10:02) from Britt :heart:
It was the least I could do after taking such a long shower
New Message (10:02) from Britt :heart:
I couldn't help it though, the entire time I was thinking of you
New Message (10:03) from Britt :heart:
Definitely had more than one orgasm myself so I had to make it up to you (:
New Message (10:03) from San :heart:
Britt, you're the best
New Message (10:03) from San :heart:
Like really. That was great, querida
New Message (10:04) from San :heart:
The best, after aching for you all day
New Message (10:04) from San :heart:
But now I'm like completely spent
New Message (10:05) from San :heart:
I think I'm gunna pass out lol
New Message (10:05) from Britt :heart:
Night San :heart: Sweet dreams ;)
New Message (10:06) from San :heart:
Same to you Britt-Britt ;)
Santana lay there, staring at her phone, thighs still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. From the second Brittany mentioned them in the shower together soapy and wet, her hand had found itself between her and the mattress, in her pajama shorts, beneath her panties and stroking. She hadn't been able to form a coherent thought from then on, much less actually give a reply as text after text came, getting her more worked up than the last. She would have closed her eyes and imagined the blonde there with her, but her eyes were wide open waiting for each new text. In a few short minutes she had been writing against her hand, rocking her hips with the movements and panting, desperate for release.
Brittany was grinning like a fool as she flicked through the texts she had just sent Santana. It was basically the flipped version of what she had been imagining while in the shower. And while she was surprised that the Latina never inserted a text of her own with reactions or something she would do back, she was glad to figure out that she hadn't done so because she was too busy pleasuring herself into oblivion. The blonde giggled, shimmying out of her towel and drying off before slipping into night clothes. She was upset that Santana couldn't come over tonight, but that was definitely a fine substitution. Plus she was sure the next time they got together it would be so much fun.
Santana plugged her phone in for the night and stripped her sweaty clothes to go and take a cool shower. She needed to calm down before falling asleep, she was exhausted but her senses were in overdrive, which would keep her up all night unless something was done. Hence, submerging herself in a cold shower. She hadn't predicted that getting in the shower would just bring images of a wet Brittany joining her and doing exactly what she just described. Santana got herself off two more times before her fingertips were numb from the cold water and her libido had been satiated. When she fell into her bed the sheets stuck to her still-damp skin and her wet hair soaked the pillow her head was on, but she didn't care, her lips were pulled into a wide smile and sleep took her under its dark blanket quickly.
"Brittany!" The blonde in question trotted across her room and peaked out the door to find her mother at the top of the stairs looking at her expectantly. "Heb je geleerd (Have you studied)?"
Brittany bit her lip, glancing at the framed pictures on the wall before answer, "I've been studying?" It came out more like a question than a statement, because Brittany didn't like to lie, especially to her mom of all people.
The older blonde sighed as she made her way over. Brittany ducked her head and opened the door for her mother to come into her room. Susan Pierce took a seat at Brittany's desk, eyes lingering on the backpack that wasn't even open. "Bretagne," Brittany scrunched her nose at the Dutch version of her name, never having like it in the slightest, "je moet leren voor deze toets, het is een goede manier om je cijfer omhoog te halen voor wiskunde (You need to study for this test, it's a great chance to pull up your grade for this math class)."
Brittany nodded, trudging over to her bed to sit down, readying herself for a lecture. "I know Moeder (Mother)." She lifted her eyes, and looking at her mother's face was like looking in a mirror that aged you. Susan and Brittany could pass off as sisters, especially with her mother's laid back choice in clothing; flared blue jeans that were worn down at the knees, and all different kinds of t-shirts that ranged from band t's to tie-dye or paint splattered shirts, it was an odd day if Susan was wearing something 'normal' for an adult. Because Susan wasn't that much older in reality, she had gotten pregnant very young, sixteen to be precise, making her only thirty four. She had lost most of her teenage years to raising her eldest daughter, but it wasn't uncommon where she had grown up.
"wat was je dan aan het doen (What were you doing instead)?"
Brittany pursed her lips together, picking at her shorts. She sighed, before mumbling, "I was texting my friend..."
Susan's sigh conveyed disappointment, but she stood and crossed the room to kiss her daughter's forehead. "ga nog even leren, voordat je naar bed gaat (Study now for a little while, before you go to bed)." Susan was never one to scold or yell at her daughters, she merely wanted the best for them and knew that while she could punish and yell, there were other ways to go about these things.
Brittany nodded and stood, hugging her mother around the waist before moving to her desk and pulling out her math book and notes to study. Susan watched from the doorway for a few minutes before closing the door and letting Brittany work in peace. Twenty minutes later the blonde was face-planted into her textbook, snoring softly; her mind twisting math equations into absurd dreams where she was a detective, looking for Mr. X at the motocross track where the dreams changed altogether and she was back to being just Brittany, fawning over a certain Latina in the crowd.
I hope you enjoyed!
This took a while to get out, and it actually went in a totally different direction that I planned. I wanted a bigger Santana/Artie interaction during Glee, possibly with a very angry and jealous Santana, but it didn't turn out that way, I got distracted by Puck and their relationship as Bros instead.
I have another chapter thought out, and it probably won't be super long like this one or the last. And it'll most likely be smuty or fluffy goodness.
I try to message everyone who submits a review and answer their questions or just to personally thank them for following my story. So to a few who are anon but leave a name, a note to you:
(From Chapter 1)
Zitro: Thank you for showing interest in chapter one, I hope you've followed up til now and that you're still intrigued. It's going to be bumpy road for the two girls to travel. And thank you for the compliment (:
FreeRider: It makes me giddy to hear that the first chapter made you fall in love, I hope you're still following. I'm glad you liked flirty Santana and dorky Brittany, I guess this chapter gave a sense of it switched, a flirty Brittany and darkish Santana. Drop a hello again sometime! :D
brittanabear: Thank you! I hope you've followed, and got to see the date you were looking forward to, and that it lived up to your expectations (:
Rioux: You've reviewed two of my chapters so far, and I hope that you're still out there reading this story! You told me not to overuse the word 'Latina' so much, thank you for that. I try not to, but I find it difficult sometimes because I don't want to say Santana Santana Santana over and over again, and Latina is substitute for that. I'm glad that you enjoyed the texting bit in chapter two (I think I've put texting in just about everything since then, so hopefully that's been okay too). Jealous Santana is fun to write, so she's going to pop up quite often actually, even here we got a peak at jealous Brittany. I hope that you're still reading and that you enjoyed chapter three and four!
(From Chapter 3)
Ivy: It made me really happy to read that you enjoyed this so much to put it on your ipod! I hope you enjoy this chapter and those to come in the future :D
froggy: Yes Brittany is definitely a bit of a romantic. Maybe a hopeless one if Santana can't keep her shit together ;P