High Desert

Two months pass without Santana and Brittany seeing one another and Santana doesn't know if she's happy or sad about that. Perhaps, she's overjoyed because while she should be focused on her album that was released during that span of time, she spent most of it obsessing over Brittany. If she's that obsessed without having had any physical contact with the other singer, she can't imagine what a mess she would be if they were seeing each other regularly. Luckily her album sales are great over the first few weeks. However, while her record label and team surrounding her are solely focused on their success, Santana is constantly secretly on the phone or texting Brittany and obsessing over what every little message says. She's such a girl that way.

Santana oftentimes finds herself looking back over old messages or rethinking past conversations her and Brittany have had. One of her favorites is the time that they were discussing sex toys and Brittany told Santana that if she wore a strap-on, Brittany would probably marry her on the spot. That one caught Santana off guard and she just laughed it off and changed the subject. She knows she's lame for it, but Santana's just trying to figure out what this all means. How do you go from being rivals with someone to discussing having sex... with each another?

Santana knows her obsession has reached a new level when she starts googling Brittany.

Is Brittany S. Pierce gay?

Brittany S. Pierce girlfriend

Brittany S Pierce relationship

THe combinations go on and on.

The results are inconclusive here. At the very least, she's open. Santana reads old interviews about her and everything is very gender neutral. She's always been fairly private about her relationships and sex life, so it's hard to tell if any of the men or women that she's been pictured with are people she's in a relationship with. If Santana had to make an observation, she'd say that Brittany was always more touchy and possessive against the paps when she is out with female company. This is when Santana knows she needs to stop because now she's spending her late nights analyzing Brittany's body language.

What's driving Santana the most crazy is that she hasn't spoken to anyone about her situation (or lack thereof depending on how you look at it). She knows she needs to tell someone, but who? She knows it's customary to tell your makeup artist/hairstylist all your dirty little secrets, but she doesn't trust Kurt not to blab to anyone. She loves the kid but he is the queen of pillow talk. She could tell Rachel, but she wouldn't understand and she'd just dismiss her and tell her to focus on her career. That's when Santana realizes who she can call and wonders why she didn't think to do it sooner. Quinn.

Santana and Quinn have a long friendship history. They went to high school together and ruled the school until Santana left junior year to move to Los Angeles to start pursuing her record deal full time. She and Quinn always kept in touch and when Quinn came out, Santana supported her fully despite the distance between them. Right after graduation, Quinn shocked everyone by cutting her hair, coloring it pink, and moving to Paris to study art. Since being in Paris, Quinn not only has one of the most successful art galleries, but she's become quite the lady killer. Every time she and Santana talk, Quinn has fallen in and out of love with a new girl.

Santana looks at her clock, it reads 11:23pm. She googles the time difference between Los Angeles and Paris (as well traveled as Santana is, she doesn't think she'll ever have the time zone thing down). It's 7:23am in Paris.

Santana picks up her phone and presses Quinn's speed dial number. The phone rings and rings and just when Santana thinks she's not going to get her, Quinn answers.

"To what do I own the pleasure." Quinn deadpans when she answers the phone.

"Hey Q, you up?"

"Yea, just got back from bikram yoga, what's going on?" Quinn asks.

Santana pauses for a moment.

"Can you skype? I think I might need to see your face when we talk about this." Santana states.

"Oooook. S, you're freaking me out, is everything okay? Quinn says while she opens up skype on her computer. She sees that Santana is already logged on and immediately chats her. Santana hears her computer chime across the room and heads over to pick it up.

"Everything is interesting. I'm answering my computer, talk in a sec." Santana swiftly hangs up the phone and accepts Quinn's skype call. Quinn pops up on the screen.

"Hey superstar!"

"You don't always have to say that Q." Santana smiles despite herself.

"You know I'm proud of you, but down to business, what or who is bothering you? Do I need to come out there?" Quinn asks seriously. Santana knows she'd cross the ocean to help her, it wouldn't be the first time.

"I think I like someone.

"Well, it's about time! It's not that Pukerman doosh is it?" Quinn says still expressing her disapproval for the PR romance that once was.

No, no, not at all. Actually it's a woman." Santana states as Quinn's eyebrows shoot up high.

"What?! I did not expect this one coming. Spill!" Quinn says as she settles on her bed.

"It all started after the Grammys. It's someone that I've known of for a long time but never really gotten close to. She approached me because she wanted to be friends, but I've been getting so many other vibes from her. We have so much in common and no one has ever made me feel this way. But I really don't know how she feels about me or what she's expecting out of this... friendship."

"Wow, who is this lucky woman to have caught your attention? You're so picky and you never take to anyone this quickly." Quinn questions.

"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone. I'm serious Q." Santana states.

Quinn just gives Santana an indignant look and rolls her eyes. "Seriously, when have I ever betrayed your trust. I'm a little offended!" Quinn mocks being hurt.

Santana takes a deep breath.

"It's Brittany S. Pierce." Santana waits for Quinn's reaction.

"Nice, she's super hot and she definitely likes girls." Quinn lifts her eyebrows suggestively. Santana's stomach drops as a million thoughts run through her mind at how Quinn picked up this bit of information.

"H-H-How do you know?" Santana asks.

"Aww, you're so cute stuttering. I know a girl who traveled with her on her European tour a few years ago. I remember her telling me that they were more than friends and that Britt had the most magical fingers." Quinn laughs at the way Santana looks away from the camera sheepishly.

"Why didn't you tell me this!" Santana says.

"The information was irrelevant, well until now." Quinn laughs.

They continue talking and for the next hour, Santana rehashing conversations and text messages trying to pull meaning from them.

"S, she definitely likes you. I hope you are going for it." Quinn encourages Santana.

"I don't know Q, are you sure?" Santana asks.

"She's put it out there several times, now it's up to you to respond. If you don't she's just going to think you want to be friends." Quinn informs her.

Santana is surprised at how unhappy that thought makes her. Friends. Now that she knows how Brittany makes her feel she knows that she needs so much more from her than that.

"S, I gotta run. I have to open the gallery soon. But if you need anything, namely encouragement, you know how to reach me." Quinn says.

"Thanks Q. Talk soon." Santana blows a kiss and closes her computer. It only takes a few seconds before she drifts off to sleep.


Santana spends the next two weeks rehearsing for Coachella. She's always wanted to play the festival and is super excited. At one of the last rehearsals during a break (better known to Santana as text Brittany or internet trolling time), Santana is not a fan of what she sees. She sees a video of Brittany leaving a fancy restaurant hand in hand with a cute black chick. Santana recognizes her as one of the Victoria Secret models, she's about 70% sure her name is Jourdan, a fact she later confirms with Google. The model's car comes up first and Brittany kisses her cheek before making sure she is safely inside. Santana knows this could mean nothing, but immediately all she can think is that she cannot miss her chance with Brittany.

Finally, Day 1 of Coachella arrives. Santana kills her set and is overjoyed by the reviews that she receives. She's excited to sit back and enjoy herself for the rest of the festival. It's early day two when Santana realizes that she'll see Brittany sooner than she thinks. Santana is attending a promotional pool party with Rachel who refuses to let Santana miss any opportunity to get her picture taken when she sees Brittany and her entourage enter into the party. Santana's heart stops because Brittany looks amazing. Determined to play it cool, Santana remains in her bungalow while people buzz around her and admires her view of Brittany from beneath her dark shades. God bless the perv who invented dark lenses. Santana takes out her phone to text Brittany.

S: You are the hottest girl at this party, hands down.

A few seconds later, she sees Brittany open her text and proceed to look around. She finally spots Santana and she gets up presumably to come say hello. Just as she gets up, the same super model chick, Jourdan intercepts her and photogs start snapping pictures of the two of them together. Brittany locks eyes with Santana and gives her an apologetic look. Santana just sighs and leans back, grooving to the music, determined not to let jealousy rule her. Naturally, as soon as it looks like Brittany is free to talk, Rachel appears.

"Okay Santana, we have two more of these to hit before you go back inside the festival for your labelmates set." Rachel might as well have a clipboard, this trip has become so structured.

"Rach, when do I get to have fun, like actual fun?"

Rachel just looks at Santana quizzically. "Since when do you whine about making appearances? Well, I frankly don't care what you do tonight or tomorrow morning. As long as you make it to the airport in time to catch your flight home. Let's get a move on, we have to go change your bathing suit for the next party."

It's three parties and not the two Rachel promised later when Santana's phone registers that Brittany is calling her. Santana goes inside the house and answers before it stops ringing.

"Hold on a second." Santana searches and by some miracle she finds an empty room in the house to take Britt's call.

"Hey, sorry."

"I was starting to think you hung up on me" Britt giggles.

"No, never. I'm so glad you called. Santana states.

"Of course, I'm just sad I didn't get to see you at that party. But I hope to see you tonight? I rented a house for the weekend with some friends and we're having people over. You should come by, bring whoever."

"I will definitely stop by. I just don't know that I'll have any company, my team is fading fast, it doesn't seem like they'll make it through another night of partying." Santana hopes to God that Rachel is too tired, she doesn't want to feel obligated to invite her out.

"Well then, that would just mean that I would have the hottest girl in the desert to myself then." Brittany smoothly says back. "I'll text you the address." With that Brittany hangs up.

After that conversation, Santana swears time starts moving in slow motion. Night 2 of the festival goes into full swing and she ends up having to stay to support several of her friends and/or labelmates that are performing when all she wants to do is to get to Brittany's party.

Meanwhile, at Brittany's house, everyone is wasting no time getting the party started. There's music pumping all throughout the property. There's a beer pong table with an intense game heating up, several groups of people not so secretly doing a bevvy of drugs, the hot tub is overflowing with bodies and others are doing cannonballs into the pool. By the time Santana makes it there, Brittany's not sure what activities she's taken part in. She's pretty sure she and Jourdan won a few rounds of beer pong and she knows she tried absinthe for the first time as well. After that it's a bit foggy but it's Coachella so in her mind, all of her behavior is excusable.

Santana gets out of the car that drove her over and all she hears is the bass thumping throughout the house. She goes into the front door and immediately she knows she has a lot of catching up to do. She only has a little buzz left from the concert tonight and everyone here is on another level. Santana makes her way to the makeshift bar in the kitchen when she feels arms wrap around her waist and someone whisper in her ear.

"It's about time, I've been waiting for you all night." Brittany whispers hotly in her ear.

Santana turns around slowly and looks Brittany up and down, she's wearing the same bikini as earlier in the day and Santana is eternally grateful for that.

"I told you I was coming."

"You're going to have to chug that." Brittany smirks at Santana.

"Yea, if I want to keep up with you. Goodness Britt, how long have you been partying?" Santana asks.

"For a while and I don't plan to stop anytime soon." Brittany answers as she runs a single finger down Santana's arm. She bites her lip as she watches the small shiver Santana's body makes. At this statement, Santana chugs her drink before making another one quickly.

"Come on, let's go." Brittany takes Santana's hand and drags her outside. As much as Brittany wants everyone there to enjoy themselves and as happy as she is that it seems that everyone is having the time of their lives, her muddled brain quickly decides that she just wants Santana to herself tonight. It's nearing three months since the last time they saw one another and so Britt decides she has a right to be selfish. As luck would have it, everyone has exited the hot tub. Brittany looks at Santana and gestures towards it. Santana already knows what she means and pulls her sundress over her head and walks ahead of Brittany into the hot tub.

"I was starting to think I wouldn't see you until next year's Grammys." Brittany pouts.

"You're so cute, I'd never let that happen." Santana states from across the hot tub.

"Come here." Brittany prompts Santana to move closer.

Santana moves closer and closes the distance between them but not before she looks around to see who might be watching them.

"Relax, we're just hanging out... for the moment." Brittany responds to Santana's wandering eyes. "I can make you forget anyone else is even here."

"This party is super loud, I'm pretty sure there's no way I'd forget about all this ruckus going on in the back-." Santana is cut off when she feels Brittany's hands running up and down the inside of her thigh. Santana's breathing becomes labored and she tries to close her legs, but Brittany won't allow it. Brittany leans over and whispers in her ear.

"I want to touch you so badly and I will if you promise to be quiet. As much as I'd love to hear you scream, I don't think you really want the attention." Brittany looks around.

"S-S-Someone could come over here at any moment." Santana debates.

"That's what makes this so fun." Brittany responds as she begins teasing Santana through her bikini bottoms. Santana doesn't really know what to think and at this point she's a slave to her impulses so she spreads her legs wider and grabs Brittany's hand beckoning her.

Brittany takes that as her cue as she quickly slides Santana's bikini bottoms to the side and slowly teases Santana's folds.

"Shitt Britt." Santana whispers as she holds onto her arm.

At her name, Brittany plunges two fingers into Santana and slides them in and out. Santana's eyes roll back into her head and it takes all of her not to ride Brittany's fingers in the hot tub as that would be a dead giveaway to what they were doing. For once, she lets herself go and enjoys the moment without worrying about what any of this means.

Brittany continues whispering into her ear, "I've wanted to do this for so long. You don't know how badly I want you." Brittany confesses as she curls her fingers sending Santana over the edge and not a moment too soon. Just as they are recovering a large group meanders over to the hot tub.

"Hey guys, it's all yours, we were just leaving." Brittany smiles, staying true to her wishes of keeping Santana to herself. Brittany gets out of the hot tub and looks back to see Santana still sitting there.

"I just need one second, sorry!" Santana smiles bashfully. She recovers quickly before letting Brittany help her out of the hot tub.

"So, do you want to see my room?"