Author's Note: It's been way too long and I apologize. Real life gets in the way. Thanks SO much for all the reviews last chapter! I know I usually respond personally and I may go back and do it, but I've just been CRAZY busy lately. Just started a new job. Anyways. Enough about my life.
I haven't looked over this at all, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes and for general incoherence. Here's Chapter 4 Part 1.
Torture. It's the only word that can describe the week that Brittany has had. Slow and deliberate torture.
After the first morning practice with Santana, Brittany began to notice a pattern. She noticed how Santana's hands lingered on her arms and shoulders a little longer than was necessary.
She noticed how whenever the squad was stretching, Santana would position herself directly in Brittany's line of vision, bending over in front of her and sending breathy moans in her direction as she loosened her muscles.
She noticed how Santana would complain about it being hot for about 20 minutes every day until she decided to strip off her top and finish practice in her sports bra, smiling at Brittany and seemingly just missing the lecherous stares she was struggling to keep under control.
These instances hadn't done much more than frustrate her further, not only because Santana was clearly sex on a prematurely developed stick, but also because she was perving on one of her students. Hard.
After Tina finally really let her have it one night, Brittany had been making a conscious effort to reign in the feelings she'd developed for Santana. She'd convinced herself that the heat she felt between them was just in her head, and that there was no way Santana was aware of the way Brittany was looking at her.
She was convinced of that until she started paying attention to the other squad members in an attempt to distract herself. After about 3 days, Brittany had gotten good at not focusing all her attention on Santana.
She studied the moves of the other squad members, giving critiques where needed and praise where appropriate, and it was that Friday, when she stopped in front of a girl with shaggy blonde hair, that she saw it.
The girl, Quinn she learned later, appeared to be Santana's best friend, but she was also one of the best performers on the squad. Her movements had a fluid quality that was both unique and effortless. She was captivating and after one particular run through, Brittany decided to tell her.
She walked up and down the line, just as Coach Sylvester had instructed her to, before stopping innocently in front of Quinn and watching her execute the routine with admirable accuracy.
When the song ended, Brittany smiled brightly at her and said, "That was really good, uh…"
"Quinn. My name's Quinn, and thanks," she said, barely concealing her smirk as she glanced to the left where Santana was standing a ways away.
"Oh. Well, Quinn, I really liked how you did my choreography. It was like…how I did it except like…not…because well, you're not me. I mean, it'd be weird if you were me. Then I'd be all short, but you're like…really pretty so I guess it wouldn't be totally bad and-"
Quinn smirked as Brittany got lost in her own fantasy and watched with thinly veiled amusement as Santana's face fell into her signature scowl when Brittany told her she was "really pretty."
"It's okay, Brittany. I think I got it," she interrupted finally. Brittany looked up quizzically when she heard the chuckle in Quinn's voice, wondering what part of what she said was funny. She followed Quinn's gaze to Santana and was shocked to see the glare being shot in their direction.
Brittany had been paying enough attention to Santana to know that Quinn was her best friend, her only friend, on the squad. It didn't make sense for her to be looking at her like that.
As soon as Brittany locked eyes with Santana, however; the glare immediately dissolved, hovering at a gentle smile before settling into the smirk she'd grown accustomed to.
Santana cut her eyes to Quinn once more before she refocused on Brittany, waving and mouthing "Hi," from down the line. She bit her lip as she continued staring at Brittany, taking pride in the blush creeping up her neck as she looked her up and down.
"Umm, right. Great practice you guys. Let's hit the showers," Quinn commanded and Santana strode over to where she stood with Brittany still.
"Yeah. Hit the showers guys," Santana echoed, trying to sound firm and authoritative even though the majority of the girls were halfway across the field already. She whirled on Quinn, who was talking animatedly with Brittany about some movie that was coming out that weekend.
"Fabray! What the fuck was that?" Santana seethed, ping ponging her gaze between the them. She was momentarily distracted by the sun bouncing golden rays off of Brittany's equally golden hair and had to force herself to look back at Quinn.
Quinn had a self satisfied smirk on her face that only made Santana angrier as Brittany watched the exchange curiously. "What was what? It's after 6. Practice has been long over."
Santana clenched her teeth as the nonchalance in Quinn's voice washed over her. She watched as Quinn bent over to grab her water bottle and towel, not missing how Brittany's eyes darted down to Quinn's ass for a millisecond at the action.
"Yeah well, it's my squad so I'd appreciate it if you let me call the shots. Thankyouverymuch," Santana growled. Quinn was doing her best to stifle her laughter as Santana pouted like a petulant child and Brittany was looking on with wide eyes as she muttered "Shit."
"Alright, alright. Call off the dogs," Quinn offered, raising her hands in surrender, "I just got caught up in Brittany here telling me how great my-I mean our performance was. Won't happen again, Captain. Byeee Brittany." With that, Quinn skipped away happily leaving Santana alone with her conquest.
Brittany was eyeing Santana warily as she glared after Quinn, before abruptly turning her attention to Brittany.
"What were you saying to Quinn before?" Santana asked, her voice aiming for indifference, but Brittany could see in her eyes that she cared.
"Oh. I was just telling her how good of a performer she was," Brittany smiled.
Santana face dropped briefly before she set her smirk in place and moved forward. "Yeah, well I'm a good performer too…" she drawled, brushing a finger across Brittany's collarbone.
Brittany shuddered, "Uh yeah, you're a great cheerleader, Santana. You have great moves." She tried for a smile, but it came out as more of a pained grimace as the finger, still trailing along the contours of her chest, was joined by 4 more.
Santana's fingers splayed out across the freckled expanse of skin and the heel of her hand rested scandalously on the swell of Brittany's left breast. Warm breath swept across Brittany's lips as Santana whispered, "You have no idea the moves I'm capable of. Quinn wouldn't even stand a chance against me."
Brittany opened her mouth several times, searching for the right words. Her body was flush with heat and the hot sun only intensified her burning. Santana dug her nails into Brittany's chest just a little before she pulled away and sauntered off towards the showers.
Situations like this had been happening more and more frequently and Brittany had written it off as Santana just being a little flirty.
She didn't believe there were any feelings behind Santana's actions, but the bitterness that spilled over when she'd said Quinn's name and the looks of jealousy that she'd been struggling to contain said otherwise.
Santana felt some sense of possession over her and the thought that she might want her sent a jolt of anticipative energy through her system. Brittany began to look back over their interactions and the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was no way all the teasing had been accidental.
Despite how inappropriate it was, this new knowledge gave Brittany a sense of satisfaction. While she would still never act on anything, it felt nice to know that she was wanted and that it wasn't all just meaningless flirting.
She packed up her things and made her way around the school and into the parking lot. As she drove home, she indulged her longing mind with the fleeting glances, seductive touches, and sultry advances that she had been suppressing in the previous days.
Just thinking about it isn't wrong, right?
She was about halfway home when her cell phone rang, drawing her out of the heated thoughts running through her head. Brittany picked up and saw that Lauren had texted her with the details about a Frat party she'd heard about earlier that week. Brittany hadn't planned on going, but Tina was insistent that she go out and try to find someone to distract her from her "Santana obsession." Not only that, one of her best guy friends, Mike Chang, was throwing it so she felt a certain obligation to at least show her face for a bit.
She rolled her eyes as she typed out a message that she'd be home in about 10 minutes and would start getting ready then before shutting her phone and dropping it back onto the passenger's seat as her mind drifted back to thoughts of Santana.
Santana in her cheerios uniform.
Santana stretching before practice.
Santana's chiseled abs glistening with the evidence of her exertion.
Santana breathing softly into her ear before she whispered some inane fact that hadn't needed to be whispered.
Maybe she'd take the long way home.
Santana entered the locker room and was surprised to see that only Quinn and one other cheerio remained. Quinn was leaning against her locker, eyeing her smugly as she walked over and flopped down on the wooden bench.
Santana's gaze flickered over to the door where the other cheerio had just exited; they were alone.
"So, how's your girlfriend?" Quinn teased and Santana smacked her arm playfully.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Fabray. You're clearly losing it. Puckerman's finally rubbing off on you, and I mean that in all senses of the phrase."
Quinn had recently started dating Noah Puckerman, Santana's ex, and Santana was refusing to let her hear the end of it. Puck had been chasing after her for years and when she heard that Quinn had finally given in, she'd been unable to contain her laughter. She wasn't bothered by it because Puck had never been more than a convenient way to keep herself in denial.
"Shut up. Noah's not as bad as everyone thinks. Besides, we're not talking about my love life, we're talking about the one you wish you had. Judging from your reaction out there, I'd say you were a little jealous." Santana didn't respond, so she continued.
"You were practically about to claw my eyes out! It's not my fault Brittany seems to appreciate my form. It really shouldn't surprise you since we all know that you do. You perve on me almost as much as Brittany does," Quinn baited.
Santana had been trying her best to ignore her best friend, because she was in fact jealous, but Santana mother fucking Lopez does not do crazy jealous…well she didn't know exactly what she and Brittany were, but they were something, alright?
"Shut it Fabray. I can't be jealous if I don't have any claim over her. This is just a game to me anyways. I wanna test out my skillz and see if I can bag me a college girl. That's all. It's not like I like her or anything," Santana shrugged, "I just think she'd be a hot fuck."
Quinn scoffed at her incredulously and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Yeah-fucking-right! Who do you think you're talking to?"
"What!" Santana demanded and Quinn just rolled her eyes before a devilish grin took over her features.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was just thinking how absolutely sexy Brittany is. Like the way she moves, even I have to do a double take sometimes. Maybe I'll take a shot too, since it's just about sex. She did say I was really pretty…." Quinn mused and stifled herself when Santana angrily grabbed her towel and huffed, "Go home, Fabray," as she stomped off towards the showers.
Quinn smiled smugly as she gathered her things to leave. She remembered how Santana had described Brittany to her that first night and the awe and admiration that oozed from her voice; she didn't need Santana to admit that she was smitten with the girl, Quinn already knew.
If she wanted to pretend that there was nothing between her and Brittany she surely wasn't going to argue with her, but that didn't mean Quinn wouldn't try to lure it out of her in other ways. She had to have some fun.
As Quinn was driving home, her phone buzzed and she saw that Puck was calling her.
"Hey babe. What's up?" She was a little surprised by the term of endearment, but didn't think much of it as she answered, "Nothing. Just heading home from practice. How about you…babe?"
The word felt awkward and foreign when Quinn said it, and she vowed to never say it again if she could help it. Honestly, she wasn't quite sure what had made her agree to go out with Puck. He was nice enough…a little rough around the edges, but he had a good heart.
He seemed to like Quinn, well as much as he could really like any girl. She knew what his reputation was, but it seemed that he had calmed down considerably since they had started dating.
"Uh…yeah well I just got word about a party tonight. You and Lezpez in?" Quinn giggled at the familiar nickname he'd used for Santana. "I don't know. She's all hung up on hot dancer girl, remember? Where's the party?"
"It's up at the university. I got a friend in the fraternity who can get us in, no trouble. And yeah, I remembered. I saw her leaving after practice the other day. That girl is hot!" Puck agreed and Quinn knew he could feel the glare she was sending him through the phone.
"Easy there, Puckerman," she warned and Puck's voice immediately softened.
"You know I only want you, babe. No worries. Just get Santana dressed and I'll pick you guys up from her place. It's closer. And tell her that Doc Martin's and plaid are not suitable frat house attire. I got a reputation to uphold."
Quinn laughed in spite of herself, "Yeah, okay. I'll see you later." She hung up and then sent a quick text to Santana, letting her know the plan. It would be good for her to get her mind off of Brittany, even for just a night.
A few hours later, Quinn pulled up with Puck outside of the Lopez residence. Her mom had needed the car, so Puck had picked her up at home, on the way to Santana's.
It was still warm from the heat of the day and so she was easily wearing her strapless dress without a jacket.
The dress was bright blue and hugged her curves tastefully; it was tight, but it wasn't too tight. She'd paired it with a pair of strappy stilettos and a little pink lipstick. It was sweet and sexy; the exact definition of her.
Quinn called Santana to let her know they were outside and Santana quickly opened the door and stepped out, revealing herself dressed in ridiculously fitted black skinny jeans, heels, and a printed tunic that was doing wonderful things for her cleavage.
She looked amazing and from the look on her face, one could assume she knew it. Her hair was loose and she'd only used the curling iron to enhance her natural ringlets. Her makeup was smoky and her lips were a striking red that accentuated their fullness.
"Well, someone brought out the big guns tonight? Quinn commented as her best friend slipped into the backseat. Puck turned in his seat to say hi to Santana, but when he caught sight of her overflowing bosom, the words died in his throat.
"Hey! Didn't we talk about controlling your leering?" Quinn scolded, smacking him in the back of the head. Puck looked back at her with innocent eyes as he rubbed his head.
"Yeah, but she shouldn't count. She's a total carpet muncher; it's not like she's competition."
Another smack landed on his head and he whirled around to see Santana raising her hand to deliver another. Puck held up his own in surrender and started the car, deciding his best bet would be to just shut up and drive.
Brittany was sitting on a couch that looked like it could be harboring any number of infectious diseases and head bobbing half heartedly to the beat as she watched her classmates out on the dance floor.
These parties never appealed to her since she'd never understood the need to get hopelessly drunk. Brittany liked being in control of herself and she was just as capable of dancing and having a good time without being completely wasted.
In fact, her alcohol intake had never been so much that she'd been clumsy or been stupid enough to do anything she would regret in the morning. It was the one thing about Brittany that her roommates truly had never been able to understand.
Even throughout high school, she'd go to all the parties with Tina and Lauren, in fact that's how they met, but she never drank. They didn't question it then, grateful to have a designated driver they trusted, but now that they were older, they tried a little harder to get Brittany to loosen up a little.
She was nursing some drink that Tina had shoved into her hand minutes after they'd walked through the door and trying her best to look like she was having fun. She didn't want to ruin her roommates' night and they were hell bent on getting her at least a little drunk. Brittany had determined that after the first sip burned the back of her throat like it never had before.
Usually in these situations, Brittany would have a few sips, disappear for a bit to dispose of the rest, and come back swaying a little and smiling lazily at her friends. She had a feeling they always knew she wasn't really drunk, but were too drunk to care if she was willing to at least act the part.
That's what made this party different; Brittany wasn't in an acting mood. She wasn't invested in the party, so she didn't see the point in putting in the effort. She would've worn her sweats from work that day if Lauren and Tina hadn't formed a human barricade (Lauren more so than Tina) in front of their apartment door and demand that she "sex herself up."
She'd relented and thrown on a pair of denim shorts and a black lace tank top. The outline of her strapless bra was visible through the fabric and the outfit was, as Tina decided, "deliciously sexy," without being trashy.
Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and the ends were curling in the humid air of the party. There were easily 100 people crammed into the house at that point, and Brittany kept her eyes on the door as she sipped her drink, waiting for something that she was sure wasn't going to come.
She was bored and was praying for any source of excitement since her roommates were otherwise occupied. Tina was fawning over some senior with a pair of washboard abs that he kept flashing to anyone who'd pay attention, and Lauren was in the middle of an arm wrestling tournament with her wrestling buddies, in the kitchen.
Almost as if he sensed her plight, she felt the couch dip beside her, looking over to see her best friend, Mike Chang smiling at her. Mike was in a few of her dance classes and was the only person who could keep up with her.
They'd formed a friendship after constantly being paired up for dance projects and Brittany was more than happy to have him.
"What are drinking?" he asked, staring at the cup warily, "It smells like the whole liquor cabinet is in there." Mike shifted his head closer to the cup, wrinkling his nose as the alcohol burned his nostrils.
Brittany chuckled, "It's called a Suck, Bang & Blow. It has like 9 different types of alcohol in it. Tina's trying to get me drunk tonight, but I'm not really with it…"
Mike hummed in understanding and nudged her shoulder playfully, falling over a little as he was already a bit tipsy, "What? Does she think you need to forget your sorrows, or something? Which reminds me, how is jail bait?" She had told Mike all about Santana, and he had been nothing but sympathetic to her situation even though he loved to tease her about it at every opportunity.
Brittany elbowed him in the ribs, glaring at him playfully before turning her attention back to the, just opened, door. "She's fi-" Brittany froze and Mike waved a hand in front her face, bringing her focus back to him.
She met his questioning eyes and swallowed, "She's here." Mike looked back to the door, trying to see through the crowd that had just filed in. "Are you sure, Britt? How can you even see?"
Brittany shifted nervously, eyes boring into the spot where Santana was standing with Quinn and some douche-y mohawked guy she'd never seen before. He had his arms around both girls and she was laughing animatedly at whatever he was saying.
The scene made Brittany's blood boil and she took a few healthy gulps of her drink, not even caring about the sting in her throat or her increasing dizziness.
"Yeah, I'm sure. She's with the guy with the mohawk," she revealed and Mike's confusion quickly shifted into a smirk as he noticed Brittany practically guzzling her drink.
"Whoa…do you wanna slow down? I thought you weren't trying to get shitfaced," Mike asked, even though he was smiling, there was a concern in his voice that warmed Brittany's heart.
"I'm fine, Mike. I just…I came out to stop thinking about her. I never thought she'd be here…"
He threw an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his broad chest, drink sloshing around dangerously as she scooted down the couch. For a while, they didn't speak. Mike held her closely and Brittany sipped, more slowly, at her drink.
Her eyes followed Santana as she stepped over to the drinks table and ordered what she wanted from the "bartender." She watched him fumble awkwardly and clumsily as her eyes flickered mischievously. Brittany wished she could hear what she was saying, but from the looks of it, she wasn't the only one Santana flirted shamelessly with.
The realization hit Brittany straight in the gut, and she swallowed her drink eagerly even as her vision continued to blur. Tina had really wanted to get her drunk apparently.
"Who's that girl she's with?" The words were so unexpected that Brittany jumped as the sound rumbled from the chest her ear was pressed against. She lifted her head unsteadily and saw that Mike too was looking in the same direction she was.
"Mmm. That'sss Quinn. She'ss S'tana's best friend." Brittany couldn't even recognize her own voice and she noticed that her "S's" were lasting much longer than needed, but she couldn't seem to control it.
Mike nodded into the top of her head and rubbed his hand along her shoulder. "She's pretty," he commented absentmindedly. He'd meant Quinn, but Brittany's gaze was too fixated on Santana to register anything or anyone else.
At some point, someone had walked by and handed Mike a beer because he was now pushing off so he could chug it down thirstily. He wiped the droplets from his chin and grinned at Brittany scandalously.
"I figure you can either sit here moping, or you can finish that, come with me and we can turn the tables. What do you say?"
Brittany squinted at him, thinking. Mike had a point, whatever he had planned would undoubtedly be more fun that sitting there. No, she wasn't really a drinker, but Brittany figured that she might have to make an exception just this once.
She glanced down at her half full cup and then up to where Santana was leaning against a wall, talking animatedly with some short brunette, before bringing it up to her lips and emptying it.
Brittany grabbed Mike's outstretched hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She was a little unsteady in her heels because of the alcohol, but it was nothing that she couldn't get used to.
"Let's do this," she declared and let Mike pull her out onto the dance floor.
They moved out onto the floor and a space immediately cleared for them in the center; Mike had a reputation for throwing down at parties.
The crowd was watching them eagerly, waiting for them to start dancing and as "Look At Me Now" began blaring from the speakers. Once Brittany looked around, she noticed there was an entire DJ's booth set up and she made a mental note to ask Mike how he'd afforded all this at a later date.
Brittany began rocking in place, feeling out the beat as she waited for her body to lead. She never thought about her dancing, she just…felt. Mike had already fallen into his signature pop and lock routine, and soon Brittany was right in there with him, rolling her hips and hitting the moves with a strangely graceful, drunken precision.
She turned in place, and as the strobe lights flickered around the room, she spotted Santana staring at her unabashedly. She was sipping at beer and when she caught Brittany's eye, she licked her lips and waved. Brittany smirked and winked at her, channeling the confidence she always gained while dancing.
The song shifted and Mike pulled her close; too close for them to seem like they were just friends and Brittany looked up at him with questioning eyes, trying to pull away, but failing when the strong fingers around her middle kept her steady and in place.
Mike leaned down to her ear and breathed, "She's been watching you since we started dancing. She's about to lose her shit right now and I'm trying to help you out, so don't freak out."
Brittany was just about to ask him why she would freak out when she felt his hand trailing down from her waist, to her hips and over the curve of her ass. Mike gripped her possessively, spinning them in place as he began grinding their hips together, using his hold on Brittany's ass to drag her into him.
It was the dirtiest they had ever danced and since Mike was like a brother to her, Brittany found herself slightly uncomfortable with it all. That was until she saw that same seething look from earlier on Santana's face.
Empowered by the combination of heat building up between her and Mike and the alcohol running through her veins, Brittany flipped in Mike's arms, pressing her back into his front and grinding with more determination.
Mike let out a surprised grunt, but quickly found the rhythm and pushed into Brittany.
She could see Santana mesmerized by the whole situation, so Brittany began to put on a show; the performer in her finally coming out in full force.
Locking eyes with Santana, she wrapped Mike's arms around her and rotated her hips with an expertise that should be illegal. She grasped at the edges of her lace top, dragging it up to just below her belly button before letting the fabric fall away again.
She didn't miss the look of disappointment and growing frustration on Santana's face each time she did this. If anything, it urged her on because this act, this show was all for Santana.
Brittany, wanting to take things up a notch, reached up and released her ponytail, shaking her hair loose and smirking at the way Santana's mouth had dropped open but closed just as quickly when she remembered that Brittany was watching her.
She had to give her credit. Santana was doing a moderately successful job of keeping her mask of disinterest in place, but while her face remained stoic, her eyes never left Brittany's. It was the most sensual and erotic thing Brittany had ever experienced.
Mike splayed his hands across her abdomen, nails digging into tanned skin as Brittany bit her bottom lip and ran her fingers through her own hair. She could feel her body heating up. She could feel the desire; the arousal coursing through her, but it wasn't because of Mike, it was because of Santana's unrelenting gaze.
People always talk about fucking people with their eyes, and that was exactly what was happening between them. The lustful energy radiating out of this meeting of eyes was overwhelming and as quickly as it had started, it became too much.
Brittany suddenly spun to face Mike and leaned up, "Thanks for your help. I think I can take it from here, but I did notice that Santana's friend is standing alone now." She pulled back and smiled with a wink as she slipped out of his arms and made her way through the crowd to where Santana was leaning against a wall.
There was a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead and her bottom lip was a little swollen from where she had been biting it. She looked sexy and Brittany wasted no time closing the distance between their bodies.
She rested one hand on the wall above Santana's shoulder and the other at her hip, grasping firmly as her pinky and ring finger danced experimentally over the swell of Santana's ass.
Brittany pressed her whole body into Santana, breathing her breaths and looking into her eyes with a startling clarity. Even in her drunkenness, she knew this was wrong, but when Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist, nails cutting into her exposed flesh, the alcohol in her system gave her and excuse not to care about it.
Santana was breathing heavily, so unused to being the one preyed upon and cornered. She whimpered as Brittany brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before whispering, "Dance with me?"
Her lips brushed the shell of Santana's ear with each word and she nudged her hips forward into Santana's as she waited for the answer.
Brittany's breath was hitting sensitive spots on her neck that Santana hadn't even known existed and when Brittany's thumb slipped under the hem of her shirt to brush lightly against her hipbone, Santana could only nod and allow herself to be pulled away from the wall.
So there we go! I hope you guys liked this and I'll try REALLY hard to get the next part up soon. I love hearing your feedback too!