"Professor Santos can I have a word." Without Brittany's knowledge, Santana set out early Saturday morning to find Brittany's dance professor. She asked around and eventually was directed to his office on campus.
The man looked up from the YouTube video he was watching on his computer screen with annoyance. When he didn't recognize the face in front of him, he put on a fake smile. "Can I help you dear?" he asked while closing the internet tab.
Santana put on a fake smile of her own while walking into his office and closing the door. She sat in the chair in front of his desk making sure to keep intense eye contact. "I'm gonna cut to the chase here Liberace. My girlfriend's in your class and I don't like the things I've been hearing regarding your outlook on her career," she said with narrowed eyes and smug lips.
The man's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "And who is your girlfriend?" he sneered not liking the attitude Santana was giving him.
"Brittany Pierce. She's in your," Santana started but the man held up his hand.
"Oh I know who she is. And whatever you heard regarding her has sadly been mistaken miss," he said with a slightly perverted smile. "Now if you'll excuse me," he tried, waving his hand as if he had more important things to attend to, but Santana didn't budge.
Santana leaned in close to his desk. "This is what's gonna happen Santiago," she started, not liking anything about the man sitting in front of her. She was surprised Brittany was able to deal with him every day. She could barely take five minutes.
"Santos," he corrected in a high pitched voice, obviously offended at the error.
"Whatever. You're going to apologize to Brittany on Monday and tell her she does not need to perform another routine for you because the one she did on Friday was fabulous, brilliant even. And then you're going to tell her in front of the whole class that she received an A plus for the assignment," she said confidently.
Professor Santos chuckled. "And what makes you think that's going to happen? She's lucky I'm giving her the chance to make it up," he said.
"Okay you obviously have some sick obsession with my girl and it's gonna end right now," Santana said while jumping up from her seat.
The man almost looked startled, not used to having someone in his face. He quickly gained his ground and stood up with her. "Listen here Miss. Spanish Inquisition if Ms. Pierce has a problem with the way I'm instructing class she can come to me herself," he started.
Santana laughed sinisterly. "I'd bet you like that," she said.
"Get out of my office. We are done here." He walked to the door and held it open.
Santana shook her head as she walked towards him. She made like she was going to leave, but right before she stepped out, she pushed him up against the door. "You know her routine was beyond perfection so whatever sick game you got going on in your head better stop. If she even frowns when walking out of your class on Monday I'm gonna make you wish you never met me Santos," she threatened with a sickingly sweet smile. She roughly patted him on the chest before giving him back his space. "A Plus," she reminded before walking out and the man was left breathing heavily against the door.
Brittany woke up shivering and alone, wishing at least Lord Tubbington was there to keep her company. She barely slept but must have fallen asleep at some point because she never heard Santana leave their room. Sighing, she grabbed her robe from the desk chair and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Twenty minutes later she reentered the room to see Santana lying on their unmade bed watching TV. Both met each other eyes, still unsure how the other was feeling.
"Come here," Santana whispered, reaching her arm out to pull Brittany in.
Brittany fell into the embrace, lying next to Santana and resting her head on her chest. Santana pushed the wet locks away from Brittany's face before leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"I'm sorry I left yesterday," Brittany mumbled into the crook of Santana's neck. If they were under different circumstances Brittany's hot breath on her neck may have done something more to Santana.
Santana stared down at the face she knew so well wondering for the first time what her girlfriend was feeling. She had never seen Brittany have an outburst like the night before. She had never seen her under that much pressure to be something she's not. Sighing, Santana leaned down to kiss her forehead once again. "It's okay," she whispered before continuing with, "I was just worried."
Brittany nodded against her chest. "I just… he just… I feel," she started but couldn't figure out where to begin. She knew Santana always made her feel better when something was bothering her, but she just didn't understand why this was even happening to her.
Santana waited patiently, not wanting to upset Brittany to the point of where she might leave again. She gently stroked her face, softly running her fingers over Brittany's forehead down her cheeks and up her nose.
Brittany closed her eyes at the feeling. "I feel like I failed already, and we haven't even been here a whole semester. I did everything he asked for this project and it still wasn't good enough," she said slowly and quiet, afraid if she raised her voice it would start up Santana's own rage.
Santana shook her head. She couldn't believe Brittany thought that low of herself just because one person, one sick minded perverse person told her she wasn't good enough. She pushed Brittany up to get out of the bed. Brittany turned so she was sat Indian style while Santana paced their bedroom back and forth.
"San," Brittany pleaded, not wanting her to be upset.
"No Britt. You're perfect baby. You're just the only one who doesn't see it," she yelled, not caring if she woke the rest of the apartment complex up. She stopped in front of the bed to grab Brittany's face. "Don't let one asshole ruin the perception of yourself Brittany. Don't let him take your dreams away. Prove him wrong, prove anyone wrong that doesn't believe in you because I believe in you and I know you are going to go far. You are," she said with a passion in her voice Brittany's never heard from her before.
Brittany couldn't help but smile at her words and falling in even more love than she already was.
Sunday morning, the trio of couples decided to spend the day together. The group of six sat comfortably outside the patio of a coffee shop near their apartment. While the girls stuck with cappuccinos and coffees, the boys ordered enough pastries and muffins for a table of twenty.
"Babe try this," Puck said through a mouthful of muffin, shoving the remainder of it towards Quinn's face.
She scrunched her face at the crumbly mess between his fingers. "I'm good," she said trying to be sweet.
Santana laughed at them. "Where's Kermit today?" she asked, earning a few glares from the girls and a shove from Brittany. She looked to her girlfriend with innocence.
"He's got rehearsal for some play his class is putting on," Finn answered as he squished his blueberry muffin between his fingers to make it a solid block of cake.
Santana winced at the sight. "You two are disgusting. I'm gonna barf if I sit here any longer. Do we have a plan yet or what?" she asked while covering her eyes with her arm.
Finn and Puck laughed to one another before continuing with their breakfast for champions.
"You okay Britt? You're awfully quiet today," Quinn observed, sending a soft smile to her friend across the table.
Santana looked at her girlfriend with worried eyes. After they had made up yesterday things were still a little tense between the two. They weren't fighting, but they weren't being their usually annoying lovey dovey selves either.
Brittany briefly met Santana's stare before turning her attention to Quinn. "I'm fine Quinn," she said softly, lowering her eyes back down to her caffeinated beverage.
Quinn studied her a moment before looking towards Santana for an explanation, but Santana's focus was on her girlfriend. Deciding to drop it for now, Quinn stood up. "Okay what are we doing? Because I'm I not wasting the last day of the weekend watching who can eat the most," she rolled her eyes towards Finn and Puck.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," Puck argued as he flicked a muffin crumb at Finn.
Finn looked up from his breakfast with a smirk. The wad of muffin squeezed between his fingers was like a paste now and he stared at Puck dumbfounded until the light went off in his head. Smiling, he chucked the wad of muffin at Puck making it stick to his forehead. The entire group went silent, not expecting Finn to retaliate in that way. When Puck peeled it from his forehead everyone couldn't help but laugh.
"Let's do something you knuckleheads," Santana laughed as she got up from her seat. She took both hers and Brittany's empty coffee cups and threw them in the garbage.
"We could go to the box office and see if there are tickets to a show," Rachel suggested, her eyes lighting up as if she wasn't the one who thought of the idea and heard it for the first time.
Puck frowned. "Negatiory Rach. If I wanna see singing and dancing I could Skype Mr. Schue and the glee club," he said.
Rachel rolled her eyes.
"We could go to that wax museum," Quinn suggested, "You know the one with all the celebrities," she continued.
Brittany shook her head in horror. "I'm not dressed up enough to meet celebrities," she panicked, looking down at her purple sweatpants and sneakers.
"They're not real Britt. It's wax," Finn laughed, shaking his head at the blonde.
Brittany grimaced. "Creepy," she said.
Santana sighed. "Can't we go shopping? I've been here for a month and have yet to have stepped foot into Sax or Barney's," she complained while narrowing her eyes at the looks she was receiving.
"Some of us aren't here because of mom and dad's help," Puck said shaking his head. He was already having a hard enough time finding a job to fit with his school schedule.
Santana narrowed her eyes but before she could open her mouth Quinn spoke up.
"This is stupid. Next time we do this we should have a plan. It's almost noon and we've yet to do anything. I'm going back to the apartment," she said, grabbing Puck's hand to drag him back with her.
"Let go babe," Puck called as they made their way down the street.
Rachel turned to Finn. "We have a better chance getting into a show with two instead of six," she hinted, smiling sweetly at him to persuade him.
Finn sighed. "Rach I really don't want to see another play babe," he said tiredly. She had been dragging him to show after show. Yes he did enjoy them, but he needed a break.
Rachel pouted. "Fine then I'll just go back to the apartment and do some vocal exercises," she huffed, crossing her arms before walking away.
Santana's eyes widened. "Please Finn, go to a show with her," she yelled, making Brittany crack a smile.
Finn closed his eyes. "I don't know which option is worse," he said under his breath.
Santana answered for him with, "Her in the apartment doing animal calls. Please, take one for the team," she pleaded, holding her hands together in what looked like prayer.
Finn stood up, dusting the crumbs from his shirt. "Rachel wait," he called, "We can do a show," he continued while walking in her direction.
Santana and Brittany were left alone, almost speechless at what they had witnessed. Sighing, Brittany rose from her chair and stood in front of Santana. Both locked eyes as they thought of something to do.
Moments passed and Santana smiled to her girlfriend. "So," she said, "Shopping?"
Brittany's eyes widened at the recycled suggestion. "We can barely fit what we already have San. In fact you had to ship most of what you already have back," she noted, not understanding the Lopez shopping addiction.
Santana tried Rachel's pout but it only made Brittany smile. "Not working?" she asked.
Brittany laughed, tilting her head slightly down to kiss Santana's nose before answering, "Nope."
Sighing, Santana intertwined their hands before heading back towards their apartment. Santana decided she would spend the afternoon perfecting her pout.
Brittany sat at the desk in her and Santana's room watching the video she made of herself to go over her dance routine. She looked up videos on YouTube and spent hours perfecting what she could change to make it better, listening to the song over and over again before getting up and trying out moves. She practiced for hours and when Santana walked into their room later that night she was exhausted.
"You feel better now?" Santana asked, walking in with a handful of shopping bags. It was decided that Brittany wouldn't feel better until she practiced for her redo tomorrow. Of course Santana couldn't tell her she visited her professor and threatened him so she had to go along with Brittany's plan. Besides, practicing would only help her in the future anyway. So while she was doing that, Santana and Quinn went on a little shopping spree.
Brittany eyed the bags before her. "I can ask you the same thing," she laughed, pointing to smile on her girlfriend's face.
Santana laughed while throwing the bags on their unmade bed. Both thought one would eventually cave and become the official bed maker, but since they've moved in, it's been an unmade mess. "I got you something too you know," she justified.
Brittany shook her head. "I don't need anything Santana," she said while wiping her forehead with a towel.
Santana smiled coyly while reaching into one of the bags. She pulled out a pair of candy apple pajama shorts with ants on them and a matching white tank top with a picture of a picnic blanket and food. "Since you miss your ant farm and all," Santana smiled, laughing at the surprised look on her girlfriend's face.
Brittany squealed. "San where did you find them?" she asked, running over and grabbing them from Santana. She held them up to her frame, giggling at the pattern.
"Me and Quinn went to like this no name shop a couple blocks down. You would love it Britt, they have everything you're into," she said, smiling at the excited look on her face. She was happy to see Brittany happy.
"These are so cute. We'll have to go back," she said before walking over to hug Santana. She snuggled into Santana before remembering she was a sweaty mess. "Opps I'm pretty sweaty San. I need to take a shower," she laughed before pulling away.
Santana smiled. "I like when you're sweaty," she cooed, wiggling her eyebrows up and down as she moved closer to Brittany.
Brittany smiled while backing up closer to the bathroom door. "I'm all gross baby," she said as she continued her way backwards.
Santana followed reaching her arms out to Brittany's shoulders, now guiding her into the closed bathroom door. They locked eyes, both enamored with what was in front of them. Santana with her perfectly placed hair, full makeup, skinny jeans, heels, and a cute top; Brittany hair in a messy bun, sweat perspiring on her makeup free face, dressed in boy shorts and hot pink sports bra. Santana enjoyed the moment when she was slightly taller than her girlfriend, leaning down to whisper in Brittany's ear.
"You're hot," she whispered, her cool breath making Brittany shiver. She reached her hand up, cupping Brittany's cheek. "You should wait to shower," she continued with a seductive tone to her voice. She ran her pointer from Brittany's cheek down to her neck to the cleavage of her sports bra. She continued down her glistening stomach, stopping at the bottom of her boy shorts where she used her full hand to cup her girlfriend.
Brittany's head fell back against the bathroom door. "Oh my god," she called out breathless. She hated having sex after she exercised but for some reason Santana loved it. Not being able to resist her touch, Brittany raised her head from the door. "Bed," she urged, grabbing Santana's hand and pulling her onto their bed.
Santana smiled to herself, silently patting herself on the back. She crawled on her knees around the bed throwing her shopping bags to the floor. Turning, her eyes nearly ripped from their sockets at the sight of Brittany stripping herself from her bra and short. She subconsciously licked her lips before starting on her own clothes. Obviously this was going to be a fast romp. Both decided it was too late to turn out the lights and shut the blinds, not really caring either way as long as they had skin on skin.
Brittany straddled Santana's lap, wrapping her legs around Santana's back. She pressed her chest against Santana's and began peppering her neck with light teasing kisses. "I'm so turned on," she whispered, pushing her center closer to Santana's stomach.
Santana moaned at the wetness touching her, laying her head against Brittany's chest. She rubbed her hands up and down Brittany's back, feeling each bone from her ribcage. Her breath hitched when she felt Brittany's hands grab her breasts. Lifting her head, she met Brittany's eyes, both expressing a certain want. She grabbed Brittany's hips and pushed her off her lap and onto the bed, making her lay on her back. Just as Santana was about to head south, an obnoxious knocking interrupted.
Both their heads flew in the direction of the door. "Go away," Santana yelled with frustration. She quickly grabbed the blanket at the end of their bed and threw it over them in case the intruder was gonna enter.
Brittany covered her hands with her eyes as she rocked back and forth on the bed. She was just as frustrated as Santana. "We're busy," she called, hoping whoever it was would get the hint.
They heard Quinn laugh on the other side of the door. "I bet you are. But there's someone at the door for Brittany. Should I let him up?" She asked through the door.
Brittany sat up wearily. "For me?" she asked confused.
Santana grabbed her pants from the floor and began putting them on. "Who the hell is it?" she muttered, gesturing with her eyes for Brittany to get dressed.
Sighing, Brittany grabbed a pair of underwear and sweats from their closet. She wasn't about to put her sweaty workout clothes back on.
"Are you listening?" Quinn yelled, waiting for an answer.
Brittany stepped into her pants while saying, "Coming."
Santana sent a teasing smirk her way. "Not today Britt," she laughed making Brittany roll her eyes.
Once dressed the two headed out to the front living area to see who was at the door. Brittany pressed the call box and said, "Hey this is Brittany," before looking to Santana with skeptical eyes.
"It's about time Miss Pierce. I've been waiting for ten minutes," the voice said, obviously not too happy about the wait.
Brittany narrowed her eyes. "Who is it?" she asked, not recognizing the voice.
"I'm an assistant to Professor Santos. He sent me to inform you that you will not need to redo your performance for tomorrow night's class. However, he would like you to meet with him in his office around noon tomorrow. Are you available?" the man asked in a snotty tone.
"Why didn't this guy just call or email you?" Santana asked with a snide attitude. She didn't understand this guy's motive. Yes, he listened to her but now he wants to meet Brittany alone. Not on her watch.
"Miss Pierce didn't leave any contact information except an address that was on file. We had no other way to contact her. Obviously an email or phone call would have been easier but what can I say," he replied, laughing because they probably didn't know the button was still pressed in.
Santana removed Brittany's finger from the box before saying, "Tell him you can't go," she rushed, not liking what this guy had up his sleeve.
Brittany narrowed her eyes. "I can't not go Santana. If a professor wants to meet with you, you have to," she said, shaking her head at the way Santana assumed she would do what she said. She could make her own decisions.
"Well I'll go with you. I don't want you alone with that man, he's creepy Brittany," she said.
"I can go on my own San. I'm a big girl. Jeez what is your deal?" she asked, annoyed with the way Santana was asking. Before Santana could reply, Brittany hit the button again. "I'll be there at noon," she responded.
"I'll tell him. Goodnight," the man said before walking away from the apartment complex.
Brittany wondered what her professor wanted and why he had a change of heart about her performance. Or did he?
"I'm going with you Brittany," Santana said, interrupting her thoughts. She gave a look that meant it was final before walking into the kitchen.
Brittany stared after her girlfriend. Why did she treat her like an infant sometimes? She was perfectly capable of going to a meeting with her professor on her own. Sighing, she followed Santana into the kitchen where the rest of the household was.