A/N: Another chapter for all you lovely people! I'm SO happy with the response I've gotten for this story. Huge thank you to everyone!
Oh and for those of you reading Affairs of the Heart I'm on it! But I'm trying to make it awesome. And I have also NOT forgotten about the second part to Screwing The Milkman- it's about halfway done so yeah, lots a writers block for that one.
Rosetoast: Right? I just didn't feel like dealing with the whole 'Gay is not okay' thing so I was like ahh screw it, it's fiction I can do whatever the he'll I want! Glad you approve! Oh and Santana will definitely see more of Britt's closed off parts and vise versa.
WhatIsWrongWithYou: Haha I love that line! It's like, one of the only things she truly stands behind.
Sigh22: Thanks! I'm working on Affairs. I PROMISE
CrimsonJoy: I totally know what you mean! I constantly find myself checking for updates too.
Nayalove: It won't be for awhile and when they do it won't necessarily be at the same time...
Strix171: Dude don't worry, happens to me all the time. Just wait for the sex scenes;) They'll think your a perv!
Pineapplecrush12: I love Quinn. That is all.
Anon: Oh, Santana will definitely see new of the bike. Teaser: she may have a second opinion of it;)
Lolathe17th: I could not agree with you more! In fact I ranted about this topic in another story of mine (Affairs of the Heart, which you should check out if you haven't already). Brittany is totally the guy in the show! Her mannerisms are more boy like then Santana's and she always leads in dances and she's taller. Boom.
Pheonix4725: Exacty! The won't even know. Mwahahaha.
Lanter: I feel sorry for Puck to, even though I really dislike his character on the show and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him.
Msleishahailey: Thanks for the kind words:)
Ammox: WINNER!
Offense: The Best Defense
The First Day
The second they walked through the doors the couple was confronted by non other then Jacob Ben Israel.
"Ladies ladies! Could I get an exclusive?" the boy asked, shoving his microphone in Santana's face. Completely in character Brittany stepped between them and held Jacob by his shirt.
"Don't you dare come within spitting distance of my girlfriend again. In fact, I don't even want you looking at her or thinking about her for that matter. Got it?" the blonde sneered while Santana stood behind her shocked.
"Umm...y-yes Brittany," he cowered. She let go of him roughly before smirking.
"Great, now get the hell out of my sight," Jacob immediately scurried away, honestly scared for his life.
Santana was a little floored. She could usually never get Jacob off her back, even after she slushied him and got the football players to throw him in the dumpster. One look from Brittany and the rat went running.
Brittany smiled at her and took her hand in hers once more and Santana felt her heart jump. What the...she thought to herself but she shook it off and resulted to her defense mechanism: be a bitch.
"Don't you think that was a little over board?" her voice came out as a snarl and she gripped Brittany's hand tighter- painfully so.
"Ow!" Brittany hissed yanking her hand away.
"What? Do you like him? Cuz I hate the guy. Besides..." the blonde slung her arm around the brunette's shoulders and pulled her close," I don't want him touching what's mine."
"I'm not yours Brittany," she spat. Santana knew the other girl was trying to get a rise out of her, that's why she was acting like this, but she just couldn't contain her anger and she didn't like how Brittany treated her like Santana was her property.
"See San, you know that and I know that- but all these people staring? They don't know that, so why don't we follow through with what you began." Santana sighed, she knew Brittany was right, even if she would never admit it out loud.
Sometimes Santana really got herself in deep shit.
"Whatever, just take me to class babe." Brittany smirked,
"Your wish is my command, your highness." Santana rolled her eyes but decided to ignore the nickname. Maybe if she pretended Brittany didn't bug the hell out of her she'd quit being so god damn annoying. Why did she have to call her by those stupid names anyway?
Before she could say anything more Brittany had swiftly placed a kiss on her cheek, pushed her into her classroom and disappeared leaving her no time to react the kiss.
It was barely a peck but Santana could still feel her moist lips pressed to her skin, the area tingling.
"Brittany!" someone yelled to the blonde.
"Sup Mike?" she said turning to face the boy. It was Boy Chang. The two rarely conversed, and when they did it was only about one thing...
"I was wondering if you could help me with this choreography for Glee and-"
"Woah Mikey, I like you- I do. And you know I love to dance but anything Glee related and...well, just can't help you there."
"Britt, know one is going to know. I'm just having trouble with one spot and I could use your expertise. It wouldn't be in front of glee, just me and you." Brittany quirked her eyebrow at him.
"What about Girl Chang?" she asked. The reason why Brittany and Mike weren't as good of friends as they could be was because of Mike's girlfriend- Tina. Tina absolutely detested Brittany because she slept with Mike while she had a crush on him. Brittany thought it was stupid- it's not like they had been dating (Mike was to nice to cheat) and Brittany thought she was over-reacting. As much as people liked to believe it Brittany wasn't a total sleaze, she respected girls (for the most) stopping when they wanted to, not forcing them to do anything, etc. And guys...well they sorta liked the whole forceful things so she tried not to sleep with anyone that was already taken. Needless to say Asian Sensation were together now and Tina still did not trust Brittany's promiscuous ways, making sure Mike had as little contact with the other dancer.
"She understands. Our sectionals are in two weeks and the team is counting on me to choreograph the whole thing..." he looked exhausted, she knew he was spread thin. Not only was he in Glee, he was a wide receiver on the varsity football team and he was their class's current valedictorian. Which is why she felt sorry for him.
"Sure Boy Chang, I'll help you," she sighed.
Badass Brittany S Pierce was more compassionate then most people thought she was- and that is a secret she intends to keep close and guarded. She smiled when Mike smiled,
"Thanks Britt. I'll meet you in the dance room after school...tomorrow?"
"Why not today?" she asked, she didn't really feel like spending the afternoon alone, which she would be doing unless she a) banged someone outside of school and willing to to keep their mouth shut. She was too lazy for that and there was only option b) Hangout with Quinn and Santana, which she just didn't feel like dealing with at the moment.
"Can't, football practice then extra Glee rehearsal."
"Oh, well alright. I guess tomorrow is good."
"Thanks B, you really don't know how much this means to me."
"Yeah yeah, see you then..." she said waving him off and walking to her next class.
Santana sat in her US government class, texting away on her phone, Quinn some cheerios and a couple from...
From Puck: I saw you with her.
Five minutes later.
From Puck: I made a mistake.
30 seconds.
From Puck: I want you back.
One minute.
From Puck: Just talk to me San!
2 minutes later.
From Puck: I'm not giving up.
Santana smirked, thinking to herself that's what you get for trying to dump me Pucky. Nothing has changed, she still has Puck eating out of her hand, she's still top dog- the only difference is she got rid of him. Maybe this whole 'dating Brittany' thing was actually a good thing. Actually, she knows that it is a good thing- it was her idea!
"Hey Lopez, saw you tied down Brittany...niiiice," Karofsky, the local bonehead said.
"Oh shut the hell up David. We all know you don't swing that way," Santana said. David is what you'd call a 'what the fuck gay.' Nothing about him said 'gay'- well except for the fact that he liked guys. Other then that though, you would never guess.
Karofsky turned away from her with a scoff.
Santana went back to her texting. She got a new message, hoping it was Puck begging some more but she was surprised to find out it was Brittany.
From Pierce: This is hell.
Santana couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her face but as soon as she realized what she was doing she made sure to force the corners of her lips down.
To Pierce: I know.
From Pierce: Everyone is on my back! I hate you.
Santana's eyebrows crinkled and her heart clenched at the three words. She mentally hit herself for caring so much but then she realized something: she didn't want Brittany to hate her. Usually she didn't care if anyone liked her but for some reason she cared about the blondes opinion of her.
She couldn't let that go on.
To Pierce: 19 periods, 5 lunches and 5 days to go. Then this will all be over.
At least, she hoped it would be.
"I heard J-Lo got you on a tight leash Pierce," the brunette girl next to her said," Didn't know you were a one woman girl."
"Go fuck yourself Mack."
"That's it? Wow, someone's already lost their edge." Brittany ignored her.
"Lemme guess, you not ain't gonna chill with us at lunch today for your little preppy?" Brittany clenched her fists. She had been harassed all period by her peers about her sudden change and she was sick of answering all the questions.
This 'dating Santana' thing was already proving to be a bad decision. Not only could she not eat with her...acquaintances, she couldn't get her afternoon smoke or 6th period orgasm!
"Why would I want to smoke cheap cigars with you guys when I have a perfectly smokin girl to bang?"
"You kiddin me Pierce? Lopez is a total prude! I heard she would only put out for Puck when he begged."
"Yeah, well I'm not Puck," Brittany simply said.
Finally the bell rang and she was free. Without a goodbye she left Mack and went to go pick up Santana. The only good thing that came out of this affair was her goal to make Santana even more miserable then she was.
She waited by the latina's locker like she was told, cross armed and head against the wall.
Suddenly a fist collided with the locker next her making her flinch.
"What the hell?" she yelled.
"You think you can just get away with stealing my girl?" Puck asked, seething," Mark my words. She'll be mine by the end of this week!" he promised before walking away. What a coward, not even a full-fledged fight from the guy? What a loser! She actually wished he would have actually punched her, then she could beat him up and keep some of her street cred. Brittany never liked Puck. He was an idiot and she was way cooler then him, in fact, she disliked him more them she disliked Santana.
Who was now right in front of her.
"Hey babe what was that?" she asked.
"Your ex felt the need to tell me who you belonged to."
"Really?" Santana asked excitedly. Brittany's eyes narrowed.
"You mean you actually like him?"
"No, of course not! Puck's a pig- a popular pig but still a pig. The only thing he's good for is boosting my own popularity and I want him to regret his decision in the fullest."
"So...you want him to be jealous?"
"Something like that, yeah." Brittany's mind was reeling, it was all a little to complicated. What went on inside the Latina's head was beyond her.
They had the next class, Dramatic Arts, with Puck, Quinn, Mike, Tina- basically a lot of people. Everyone signed up for the class because it was taught by the coolest teacher in school and, though no one would admit it, it was sort of fun.
It was the same routine as the rest of the day, they walk in, everyone stares with wonder. Except this time with the exceptions of Puck, who was shooting daggers at Brittany and Quinn who was holding back her laughter.
Suddenly their was a voice behind them.
"Well look what we have here! Since when were you two an item?" Ms. Holiday asked putting her arms around each of the girls.
"For awhile now Ms. H, we just became exclusive recently," Santana answered.
"Well, I'm happy you have settled your differences- see what love can do guys? Bring two completely opposite forces together and make them match together perfectly!" Quinn was barely holding herself together in the back of the class.
"Haha yup. That's what we are- in love," Brittany said glaring back at Puck, daring him to do something.
"Well awesome! This gives me the perfect opportunity to give you your newest assignment! Go sit chicas!" she told them giving them a slight push. Santana passed her regular seat next to Puck and went to sit next to Quinn with Brittany. the boy looked at the empty chair next to him with a pout.
"Oh my god this has been the absolute best day ever!" Quinn said," The rumors floating around about you guys are hilarious."
"Will you guys keep it down! I'm trying to learn!" Rachel Berry hissed from in front of them.
"Rachel turn around!" Ms. Holiday commanded in mock anger.
"B-but they-" she stuttered.
"Honestly, I'm disappointed in you Rachel. I thought you were better than that." Rachel hung her head in shame as Ms. Holiday winked to the three girls in the back.
"Now, the lesson will be called 'Star-Crossed Lovers," fearing the worst the whole class groaned in protest.
"Oh quit your bitching and moaning! Alright, so the assignment is this: You will be partnered up and will reenact an epic love scene from a play or movie and perform it for the class." This elicited some excited squeals from the girls in the room.
"Not so fast! I will be picking your partners and your scenes. The lists will be posted outside on the bulletin by tomorrow and you will perform them next Friday. This project is worth mas points so you better do a stellar job!"
The class moaned some more.
"Now don't worry. I'll have some mercy on you," Ms. Holiday said with a sly grin, giving the impression that no, she would not have any mercy on them.
Santana groaned. Great now she'll probably do some stupid scene from Romeo and Juliet with her fake girlfriend. Freaking awesome. Now she would be forced to spend even more time with her outside of class.
The rest of the class period was spent talking about the project because Ms. Holiday didn't feel like doing anything- she was cool like that.
"Ugh I hope I don't get paired up with some weird kid," Quinn said.
"What! Ms. Holiday totally loves you, she wouldn't do that," Santana assured her.
"Let's hope so..."
"Y'know, she'll probably pair us together," Brittany told Santana, smiling deviously.
"Please, it's not like you guys aren't already acting out a scene from a cheesy romantic comedy. I'm sure if you told her what's going on you could get credit for the performance you're putting on!"
"Oh shut up Fabray!"
After more witty comebacks and casual conversation the girls finally departed for lunch. Quinn always ate alone in the library as she studied and Brittany and Santana agreed to eat together to keep with their facade. Everyone usually ate out in the quad on sunny days which is where they found themselves now.
"So...how are we going to do this?" Brittany asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we can't exactly sit with the cheerleaders," the blonde stated.
"Why not?"
"Because it'd be weird! I'm not cheerios material. I'll look stupid."
"Yeah well, I'm not sitting on the dingy old couch under the bleachers."
"Ugh fine..." Brittany said, before she had an idea," Okay come on." Santana didn't protest as Brittany dragged her through the people and onto the grassy area.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked as Brittany stopped in front of a large tree that gave shade to some of the tables. She sat down before shrugging off her trademark leather jacket and placed it in front of her. She patted the area in between her spread legs, gesturing for Santana to sit down.
"Seriously?" Santana said with a raised eyebrow. Could she actually expect her to-
"Oh c'mon. It'll be romantic!" Reluctantly Santana put her bag down and knelt down onto the leather jacket, Brittany pulled her close and turned her around so her back was pressed to her chest.
"C'mon San...relax," she coaxed, forcing her to lean back. The position was awkward only because the smaller girl was so tense.
Finally, she let it go and leaned into the blonde, her body melting into Brittany's.
Brittany moved her hands from her shoulders down to her hands and she wrapped her arms around the girl so that their intertwined hands rested on Santana's stomach.
"Now isn't this nice?" Brittany whispered, resting her chin lightly atop Santana's head which was basically using her boobs as a pillow.
If Santana was being absolutely truthful, it was pretty damn nice. The way they fit so perfectly together, the way Brittany's chest rose slightly every time she breathed, the way Brittany's thumb was lightly stroking her hand. It was unbelievably soothing and perfect. For once, Santana allowed herself to enjoy the moment, she just closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the feeling of Brittany, she would worry about the consequences later.
Brittany was enjoying it too. When the Latina wasn't being a bitch she was actually pleasant to be around and her hair smelled super awesome. Actually all of Santana smelled super awesome. Brittany liked the feel of having Santana in her arms, even though she told herself she liked the feel of any girl in her arms she knew this was...different. She just wasn't going to admit it to herself.
Unfortunately their little bubble had to be popped when the bell rung yet again, bringing them back to reality. They didn't know they had been sitting there for that long- they hadn't even eating anything!
Brittany helped Santana up and grabbed her bag and they walked to Santana's class without a word. Both of them deep in thought about what just happened. They couldn't help but think that a border had just been crossed but neither chose to address it.
"I'll uh...I'll see you after class," Brittany said.
Santana watched her go.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch, pictures of them cuddling at lunch were already on JBI's site but they ignored him. They went back to their teasing/general dislike/mutual understanding attitude and finally the last bell rung. Santana drove Brittany home before going to her own house, declining Quinn's offer to hang out. Exhausted, she lay on her bed, letting sleep over take her.
The last thing on Santana's mind? The feeling of being in Brittany's arms.
A/N2: Okay, so I have some questions: Who do you want Quinn to hook up with? Rachel? Puck? Sam? Brittany? Haha...that's be funny. Yeah, if you have an opinion let me know.
Oh also, for there project I'm debating on who to partner up who with who. The only thing I'm absolutely set on is that I don't want Santana and Puck to be partnered up but anything else is fair game...feel free to give me ideas!
So how did you like this one? Good or bad? And the ultimate question: Who do you think will fall for the other first?
Please review and thanks for reading!