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Warning: SEX

Other Warning: I did not re-check, all grammar mistakes are mine.

Title:Bully and Benefits [Fuck Buddies]

Summary: It wasn't like she had a choice in this matter. She knows she never had a choice anyways. After all, that girl was irresistible, who is Brittany to deny her? G!P HotNerd!Brittany, Popular!Santana

Pairing: Brittany, Santana

Rating: M

"You came." Santana gasps, opening her front door with wide eyes as I tuck a lose strand of hair behind my ear, rubbing my palms together to heat them up from this cold night. Her jaw is slack and she has this astonished look in her face as she continues to stare at me. "I—I didn't think you'd actually come, Blondi—"

I put a finger up and nibble on my lower lip, taking all the breathe that I could muster inside my lungs to make me strong enough for what I'm about to do or rather say to Santana tonight. "I didn't come here to be your fuck buddy." I managed to say, feeling my legs wobble as Santana stares back at me. "I—I mean yes, the offer still stands but I want to talk about the rules, we need to talk about it—and—and change some and add some." I muttered, lips quivering as I close my eyes to calm myself down.

Santana drops her shoulder and chuckles. "Oh?" she replies, humming. "Okay then, I'm cool with that." she adds, nodding her head as she opens the door wider for me.

Before I take a step forward, I stop and make her look at me again, my face stoic. "This doesn't mean I forgive you, you know." I tell her, arching an eyebrow as she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms together.

"Damn, want me to write it on the sky with the jet, Blondi—"

I pucker my lips in frustration and frown. "—Please don't call me that." I whisper, walking past her and further inside her house as Santana closes it and locks the door.

"What? Don't like it?" she jokes, following close behind me as I stop by her living room, examining the place since this is the second—or was it third?–time I've been here.

Shaking my head, I narrow my eyes on her. "Not really. I'm not stupid you know." I retort, watching her adjust the ends of her tank-top. And it's true, I'm on the run to being the Valedictorian of the school and also part of the newspaper committee so I know a lot of things going around the world.

Santana snorts and smirks at me, amused. "Is that it? You think I call you Blondie 'cuz you think you're stupid? Ha, that's not the reason at all."

My eyes widen and I feel my eyebrows quirking at the confession. "Wait, that's—not why you call me Blondie? I ask again, confused.

She clucks her tongue and rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, need me to repeat it five more times?" she growls, scowling at me as I frown deeply at her. She's back to being mean again. Realizing this, her eyes soften and she grunts. "Ugh, sorry—I'm getting there okay?"

"So—why Blondie then?" I ask her, curious to know how I got the nickname.

Santana's eyes widen and she shakes her head furiously. "Hell to the no, chica. I ain't telling you why."

I hold back a giggle as I lean back on her couch that's facing away from us. "Why? It is my nickname. I want to know." I say, smiling slightly as she scowls at me.

"This isn't why you're here, Blondie. Change the subject." She hisses, crossing her arms, keeping her stance as I sigh and decide to not push further on that small dilemma, I'll get it out of her one day.

I round the couch and sit down, peeking back at Santana as she follows me and sits on her other couch. I duck down and slide out the Rules list she made the day we agreed to the deal. Breathing in and out, I place it gently on the wooden table and click her pen open.

"We—We need to change a few things." I ramble, reading the rules over again to get myself familiar as Santana crosses her leg over the other and frowns, bored.

"Okay—" she drawls, licking her lips. "—What're you going to add?" she asks, sighing.

I tap the pen to my chin and wrote down a couple of things, not missing the way Santana pretends to not be interested as she glances at the paper, trying to read whatever it is I'm writing. I laugh to myself at how obvious she is and play along as I cup my free hand and cover it from her eyes. She doesn't seem too happy about that and a groan comes out as a sign enough.

"Well? What did you write?" she asks, voice stern as I lean back and gleam at the paper.

I bring up the paper to eye level and wait for her to finish reading it, Santana's squinting her eyes and there's a sweat dripping down the side of her face and I'm tilting my head in confusion because I'm pretty sure I wrote down whatever needs to be written down in the most print and legible handwriting my hands can muster.

"Can you read?" I ask dumbly, scrunching my face at her.

Santana glares at me and flips me off, avoiding my look as she leans back on her couch and scowls. "Of course I can read, Goldilocks—I fucking graduated Kindergarten, I'm not a stupid cheerio." She hisses, snapping her neck to face me again. "It's just dark. Now be a good girl and read it for me."

I roll my eyes and huff. "Yes, your highness." I mumble, missing the way Santana's jaw drops at me as I giggle and turn the paper to my own eyes.

"I just tweaked a few things. Rule Number 3 is still the same, except you have to make it more understanding to your brain Santana." I sigh, licking my lips. "When you say to continue our status inside school grounds like always, that means no bullying outside of school." I tell her, glancing at her dark eyes through the tip of the sheet to gauge her reaction. I don't get any which is kinda good because it means she's listening. "I still don't forgive you for what you did, especially since you made me trust you that nothing bad was going to happen if I follow you to your sister's party—" I add on, flinching when I see her eyes narrow at me. "—so please don't scare me off next time. I follow the rules, and I hope you do too. So no bullying outside of school grounds—okay Santana?" I ask her for confirmation with a defeated look, hoping she wouldn't argue with me anymore.

Santana looks down at her lap, finding it more interesting as she fiddles with the laces of her shorts, completely ignoring me. I frown and semi-stand up. "Okay I guess that's it then—"

She abruptly stands up also and holds out a hand to me. "Wait—okay, deal." She rambles, eyes wide.

I wait for a while before slowly sitting back down, smiling a bit. Good.

"Awesome. So that's checked." I say giddily, rolling the paper up so that I could read the number 8 rule she added just recently. "And your number 8 rule, about the crushes—"

"—What about it? You can't delete it, that's unfair." She growls, crossing her arms at me with a strong face.

I arch an eyebrow at her and nod. "I know, I'm not deleting it. I'm agreeing to it." I tell her slowly, dragging my words. "Because if I remember correctly, you didn't even ask for my approval." I point out, not holding back my smirk as Santana groans irritably.

"What are you? A fucking lawyer?" she shouts, not liking how this isn't going her way. "If I want that to be a rule then you have to say yes to it whether you like it or not." She presses on, gritting her teeth as I watch her, half-amused.

"And that's where we go to rule number 9—" I cut in, wagging a finger at her. "No being bitchy to Britty." I chided, giggling at my choice of words as I made the rule rhyme to add some fun to it. "You can't be mean to me then I be nice to you, that's not going to work." I explain, shrugging my shoulders innocently.

Santana doesn't like the rule too much though. "Now that's unfair Blondie." She hisses, throwing her arms in the air. "It's like your telling me to be someone I'm not. I don't change overnight." She huffs, clucking her tongue. "I can't just turn all pixie dust Blondie."

I hum and nod my head. That's true, at least she's trying with me. "Okay fine, can you lessen it then?" I ask, already scribbling it down on the side as Santana grins at me and chuckles darkly.

"I'll try my best but you can't stop these lips—" she says, pointing to her pouty ones. "—from slashing out vicious, vicious words. I take pleasure in my words of pain." She finishes, shrugging her shoulders.

I stare at her, mouth agape. "Really?" I drawl, watching as Santana's flicks her hair to the side with a grin, nodding her head.

"Yes, really."

Blushing at her sultry voice, I reluctantly say yes to her slight add up. "Fine, just—don't do what you did in Anna's house." I reply, scratching the back of my neck as Santana suddenly ties her hair up in a nice bun.

"Number 10—"

"—Woah, hold up—how many did you add in there?" she asks me, eyes wide as I look at her briefly before going back to the paper.

"This is the last one." I reply, nibbling on my lower lip as Santana sighs and leans back again on the couch, all comfy. "We're going to be friends."

That doesn't seem to be the best way to say it as Santana jumps out of her couch, snatches the pad of paper from my fingers and reads it aloud, repeating my words with shock venom in her voice. Is it that bad being friends me? Mike says I'm a fun person.

"You can't be serious." She says, eyeing me with a scared expression.

Okay now I'm very offended.

"What? The situation we're in right now seems like we're friends already anyways." I huff, crossing my arms together in defense.

"No—we're acquaintances." She corrects me, clucking her tongue as she places the paper on top of the table.

I scrunch my face up in confusion. "Isn't that the same thing?"

She scratches her scalp and walks around a couple of times before stopping right in front of her TV, facing me. "Fine, we'll be friends but we still need to keep our act in school. I can't just not bully you—that's like my life."

I roll my eyes and nod my head. "As long as outside your cheerios' uniform, I get to talk to you then I'm okay with whatever bullying you do to me on school grounds. Just don't make it too much, is that okay?"

She smirks at me and leans forward, reaching out a hand as I stare at it quizzically, her pinky up and hanging. "You got yourself a deal, Blondie." She snickers, waggling her pinky finger. "I said not to ask why I do this, so whatever you're about to say—no, I will not tell you why, just cross on it."

Smiling gently, I intertwine my finger with hers and squeeze her pinky, not missing the way my skin burns at her touch as she lets go and I suddenly wish to have it back again. Santana bends down to neatly fold the paper and hide it under the table again. "So what now?" she asks me, tapping her foot as I stare up at her.

I grin and push myself up, fixing my hair neatly to the side as I slightly jump on my toes and nudge my chin to the back, towards her front door. "Now I'm going home." I reply simply, already swiveling on the balls of my feet as I start to walk to the direction out of her house.

Santana gasps and runs to me, following close behind. "Wait, that's it? Can't we do something tonight?" she asks me, pleading for my body.

And in other times, I'd be flattered but right now I just want to play with her. Just as I'm by the door, I open it slightly and turn to Santana, giggling. "I still haven't forgiven you Santana—" I whisper out, blushing when she pouts at me. Is she that horny?

"And besides—Mike's waiting for me at home." I sigh, rubbing my forehead because I suddenly forgot he was sleeping on my balcony. I'd laugh if I see his body on the ground—he fell once.

What I didn't notice was the way Santana's eyes darkened and widened considerably at me. "Boy Chang's at your house?" she asks me with a hiss as I dumbly nod my head.

"Yeah. He was absent today so he said he missed me and wanted to sleepover for the night." I explain, shrugging my shoulders as I step out to her porch.

Santana frowns deeply at this. "Isn't it weird for a girl and a guy to be sleeping over by themselves this late?" she taunts, leaning against the doorframe as I play with the tip of my fingers absentmindedly.

I shake my head and bite my lower lip. "Not really, why would that be weird?" I ask, curious.

Santana chuckles and narrows her eyes on me. "And you're smart." She sarcastically says, clucking her tongue. "Blondie, you got a boy—in your room—sleeping with you—" she drawls, offending me slightly because hey, I can understand English.

Then the realization dawns on me as to why she's saying these things. "Wait—you think me and Mike are gonna—oh god, ew. No way, I mean—I wanted to be in a relationship with him before but—but—" I stuttered, blushing at my words. "—but he's like a brother to me, so no."

Santana hums and smirks. "Just checking." She replies, stepping back to close the door. "Should've known, it'd be weird to see Mike fuck a girl with a penis." She jokes, laughing lightly as I frown at her.

She stops laughing and stares at me, eyes crinkling. "What? Too mean?" she asks, huffing like a baby.

I roll my eyes and nod my head. "Yes, that's mean Santana." I sigh, rubbing my forehead. At least she's acknowledging how mean her words are. "But yeah, I get it—slow baby steps." I say, emphasizing my tone on the word baby so that it would slightly be directed on her.

She doesn't get it though. "Uhuh, so how am I going to make you forgive me?" she asks, curious as I take a step backwards, slowly going away.

I tap my chin and shrug my shoulders up. "I don't know but certainly not just a bunch of sorry's." I tease, my butt meeting the cold metal of my car. "But I have to say, thanks for the letters Santana, they were oddly sweet of you." I whisper, tucking a lose strand of hair as I nearly drop down in laughter when her face blushes red for the first time ever.

"Wha—you saw that?" she gasps, jaw dropping as I cover my mouth and nod my head. She slaps her face and groans. "You weren't supposed to see that Blondie." She growls, avoiding my stare as she goes further inside her house, ready to slam it shut as I giggle and sway from side to side.

"I'm sorry—" I tease, mimicking her voice when she blushes again, glares at me then slams the door shut.

Oh well, that's progress.

"Hey Brittany! Wait up!" says a familiar voice from behind me as I walk to the field for some P.E. today. It suddenly switched with one of our Biology classes because the teacher was absent. I'm still upset that Mike's sick but he's awfully comfy enough sleeping at my room for the past few days, does his Mom even know he's with me?

I turn around and smile weakly at the girl with the magnificent blue eyes. "Marley, hi." I whisper out, blushing when she winks at me and comes to a stop right in front.

She giggles and waves at me cutely. "Hi, you transferred to P.E. too?" she asks me, looking up and down my body that's in the casual P.E. uniform; short shorts and a red McKinley t-shirt. But today, I decided to wear some sweats to cover my legs, the shorts were just too short. It might reveal my member. Marley seems to have x-ray eyes though because it feels like she can see my legs if her dark eyes aren't proof enough.

Marley licks her lips and smirks. "Sweats?" she points out, giggling at me as I blush and fiddle with my fingers shyly. "It's hot out you know." She adds, nudging her chin to the door leading to the field.

"I get rashes from the sun." I dumbly reply, mentally fist bumping myself for a great excuse.

She quirks her eyebrows at me, amused. "Okay—" she drawls with her tongue, leaning forward to hook her arm with mine as she laughs and kicks the door open, dragging me to the field as I blush at the contact. "Let's have fun then."

When we reach the field, I see my usual classmates in Biology but also some other outsiders that are probably from Marley's class. Which surprisingly, consists of one Santana Lopez. And she's as hot as ever, like damn, her shorts are so tight and small I can already see the curve of her ass and those tan legs are just so toned and firm, it makes me jealous. And what more can I say with her boobs practically popping out of that shirt? Especially when she bends to the side and stretches, exposing yummy skin that almost shows off her abs. And—

Fuck, Quinn Fabray's next to her too, saying something funny that makes Santana laugh along with her. I frown deeply, feeling the jealousy range within me as Marley snaps me out of my thoughts, making me miss the way Santana averts her eyes to me for just a mili-second.

"—rittany—Brittany, are you okay?" she asks me, eyes blue with concern as I force a smile to tug on my lips, nodding lightly.

"Yeah, just dandy." I chuckle, scratching the back of my neck as she lets go of my arm and waves at a few of her cheerio friends who start to wave back but then cower away when they see I'm beside her. What? Do I have body odor or something? Like jesus, stop with the hate.

A whistle blows off, alerting most of us as we circle around our P.E. teacher and current football coach, Coach Beiste, she spits out the whistle from her lips and it lands back on her chest with it dangling from side to side. I see people cringe when they spot some spit flying off to the ground.

"Listen up ladies!" She shouts, voice loud as I examine the field and notice that the boys are in the other side with Coach Tanaka, basketball coach.

"Since you're Biology and Chemistry teachers are absent today, I'm going to sub in. And for today's agenda is our very own fun game of volleyball." She announces, smirking at all of us as we groan and stomp our feet in the ground. "Don't whine you pantie-whoozers, let's move to the inner gym and get this game started." She shouts one more time before leading the way as we disappear back inside the school and towards the in-house gym.

At least we wont be experiencing the heat anymore, I was going to die—these sweats are just making me sweat a lot. Ha, how funny.

When the doors are pushed open by Coach Beiste, we lazily follow her inside and one by one stand by the bleachers, waiting for her instruction as she pushes a rolling bag of volleyball balls.

"Hurry up grandma, I want to get this over with." Santana snarls from the far end, earning a few chuckles from the other cheerleaders as I frown at her, hoping she'd see my face. I feel like she's avoiding me though. "Or do you need a scout boy to help you cross the street fast enough before the cars crash in." she adds, and I almost laugh because that's kind of funny but I compose myself and send daggers to her head. This seems to get to her attention because she eyes me and frowns, giving me a what? look.

I mouth the words "Stop it" to her and she waves me off.

"Very funny Santana, let's see if your wit can stand losing the game." Coach Beiste bites back, spinning a ball on the tip of her finger as she grips it tightly with both hands and whistles again. "Alright! Team up!" she screams, pointing to the left and the right to signal us where to go.

I stay rooted in my place, knowing this is the loser's side when I see Terry the four-faced brace-face-face walk towards my stand. And yes, that's what the cheerleaders and jocks named her in this school, it's sad really. I fiddle with the tip of my sweats when I notice a familiar presence, I whip my head to the left and feel my eyes widen when I see who it is that's joining me in the loser's team.

"Marley?" I husk out, shocked.

She giggles and winks at me, stretching her body to the left then to the right. "This should be fun, I used to be in the volleyball team back in my school when they didn't have the cheerleading one." She tells me, clapping her hands together as I still stare at her, mouth agape. "Close your mouth, you might get flies." She jokes, tapping my chin as I blush and close it for a second before nibbling on my lower lip nervously.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, glancing at Santana's side as they all high-five each other. I'm pretty sure they're all the cheerios—except Marley of course.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" she asks back, grinning. "I'm joining your team silly." She chides, nudging my arm as I shake my head at her.

"No—you're supposed to join them." I say, pointing to the opposite side as she follows my vision and we both see Santana scowling at us with a fixed glare.

Marley clucks her tongue and side-eyes me. "And what if I want to be here?" she retorts, shrugging her shoulders as I continue to watch her, mouth agape. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She flirts, winking at me as I blush and turn away. Oh well, if she wants to stay here then that's her decision, I'm just saying—she's in for a beating.

Coach Beiste's whistle stops my train of thoughts when we all look at her. She's counting us all and frowns. "You're too many." She says pointedly, eyeing my group as she counts again for confirmation and assurance. "Yeah, one of you needs to go to the other side if it's gonna end up equal." She adds, nodding her head as she turns to Santana.

Quinn steps up and waves at Marley. "Marley? Come over here!" she shouts, smiling at the girl with that disgustingly sweet smile. Santana just examines us curiously.

Marley smiles back and shakes her head. "Nah, I'm good here." She replies, stepping closer to me which made me jolt a bit in surprise. Marley giggles at me with a toothy grin.

That doesn't seem to please Quinn though as she crosses her arms together and scowls at us. "What?" she gasps, gritting her teeth. "You can't be serious, cheerios stick together." She growls, stomping her foot down as Marley rolls her eyes at her.

"We're not in practice Quinn—" she says smoothly, earning a popping vein on the poor blonde's head. "—it's P.E. I can do whatever I want."

Then there's silence and there's Santana with a blank expression as she suddenly glares at Marley then whips her head to Coach Beiste, smirking. "We chose Terry." She tells her boldly, tightening her pony tail as everyone turns to the small girl behind me.

"M-Me?" Terry asks, pointing at herself in disbelief as Santana rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders.

"Yeah whatever." She huffs, crossing her arms strongly as Terry giddily drags her lumpy legs to the group of cheerios who start to judge her with sharp eyes. She goes near to Santana and giggles, arms open—about to hug her when Santana's hand stops her there.

"Woah, no me gusta." She hisses, pushing the girl away before turning back to Coach Beiste. "We're equal, can we start the game now?"

She smirks at all of us and laughs, nodding her head as we all gather up in our respective courts. Marley—being the only one who knew how to play the game—commands a few of us to take our places by assigning titles, she made me stay nearest to the net because I was tall and could probably spike it by reflex and jump high. That made sense so I went along with it.

Santana's on the other side and Quinn's telling her where to stay and unlucky for her she's at my position too, glaring at me through the volleyball net.

"Santana?" I blurted, wondering why she was placed there. "Aren't you kind of small to be here?" I continue to say, not knowing I was kind of offending her.

"Ouch Blondie, didn't know you could spat." She growls, gritting her teeth. "And for the record, just because I'm small—" she drags, pointing at her chest. "—doesn't mean I cant jump high." She ends, grinning from ear to ear like she had a secret.

I was about to reply when I feel somebody's breath close to my skin, making me shiver.

"Just watch the ball if it gets near the net." Husked Marley as she goes close to me and smirks smugly at Santana, whose face drops pale. "Goodluck" and with that said, she smacks my butt and saunters away, leaving me flustered.

Santana's not happy.

"What? You guys dating already? Is that why you wont fuck me?" she hisses, shaking her head in disgust. "That's gross Blondie, she has the same freaking eyes as you."

I pout and stare at her just as the whistle blows and the games begin. "What? That doesn't make sense and no—we aren't dating." I huff, watching as the ball flies over the net and straight to Quinn who jams it hard and makes one of my teammates miss, causing us to lose a point already. I turn to Santana's side and nearly attack Quinn when I see my crush bring her up in a tight hug.

It's just a fucking volleyball game.

"Claire, next time—hit it wit your palms not your boobs." Screamed Marley as she moves the girl to another position, shaking her head as Beiste hands her the ball again.

Santana comes back to being in front of me and flashes me a smug face. "Can't wait to beat you and your girlfriend's ass Blondie—"

"Santana!" someone screams, catching us both off guard as the ball comes zooming towards Santana's face, her eyes wide as sweat drips down the corner of her face as I too stand frozen when all of a sudden—

Thud.

Santana jumps back and throws her hands up to defend herself—well mostly her face—making the ball bounce right in front of her, winning us a point. Santana's eyes are wide and blank as Marley all about jumps on me from behind and swings her arm around like I'm some sort of bull yet—I'm still frozen—holding in my laughters because damn, that was priceless.

"What the heck happened to you Lopez?" screamed Quinn, all frustrated and annoyed as Santana glares back at Quinn, crossing her arms together irritably.

See what I mean? She doesn't like being wrong. Never will she admit to herself that's she's wrong nor say sorry—except for me which I'm really awed about.

"You didn't tell me it stared Fabray." She barks back, walking away to grab the ball from Coach Beiste, earning a confused look from Quinn and from me—but that's only because I'm wondering why Santana's mad at Quinn if she has a crush on her.

"We're going to switch Q." she says in a loud voice, dribbling the ball a couple of times as she takes position in the starting line.

Quinn drops her hands and gives up, taking the place where Santana was once standing, giving me a quick glance before looking away and squatting down a bit. I do the same and peek behind me, smiling as Marley gives me the thumbs up and a wink.

She's so weird.

The whistle blows and before I know it—and before Marley knows it more even—the ball's quick and fast approaching her and hits her square on the face, the impact was so hard that it sent Marley flying backwards, landing on the ground in a hard thud with her back down; she skids away from the court and the ball's light bouncing noise is the only sound we can hear besides Marley's groans of pain—and—well—

"Yes! Score for Lopez!" Santana cheers, fist bumping the air as she continues to jump around the court and repeatedly say "Score Lopez" as we all stare at her, dumbfounded, then go back to Marley who's whining in pain. There's an eerie silence as Santana laughs and goes to Coach Beiste, slapping her in the back smugly. "How was that Coach? Guess I fit in the volleyball team huh?" she brags, throwing her hands in the air while doing this weird dance using her elbow.

"Fu-uck." Marley groans, kicking her feet a couple of times to let out the frustration as I snap out of my thoughts and rush to her side, cupping her face as I nervously think of what I'm going to do next. "Shit." She whimpers, covering her right eye as tears begin to form.

With my movements and actions, suddenly everyone's making a circle around Marley and I, kneeling forward or peeking in to see the fresh bruise but she's covering it well and I'm pretty sure she got hit really bad and that her eye's going to get a black color.

"Is it still aching?" I ask softly, brushing my fingers against her cheek as she clenches her fist tightly.

Nodding, she groans. "Fuck that hurts." She whimpers, kicking her feet a couple of times. "I think my eye just went inside my face." She adds, shaking her head a couple of times as I scrunch my face up at the image.

"Aw quit it will you bitch-face?" Santana bites back, crossing her arms together. "I didn't hit you that hard." She mumbles, smirking knowingly.

Marley sits up abruptly and points at Santana's face. "You bitch!" she screams, biting her lower lip. "That was on purpose!"

Quinn sighs and rolls her eyes. "Look Marley, Santana didn't mean it—"

Biting my inner cheek because of course Quinn's going to defend Santana, I whip my head to face her and glare at the blonde cheerio, surprising a few of them by my bold actions. "We all know that that was obviously on purpose." I hiss back, gritting my teeth at her as Quinn quirks an eyebrow at me.

A girl from behind snickers, whispering the words, "Pierce got'a crush on Marley Rose." Making a few others say the same thing when really I have a crush on Santana—like come on.

Santana frowns at this though, not liking my banter. "Oh? Is Blondie going to fight for bitch-face over here?"

There's venom in her voice and I sigh, ignoring her as I pull up Marley by her armpit and put her arm over my shoulder, supporting her weight as I excuse myself from everyone and walk to the direction of the clinic, ignoring the calls from Santana as Coach Beiste drops her clipboard and walks away, giving up while muttering the words, "Girls. Sheesh."

"She's going to be fine—knocked out—but fine." The nurse told me, smiling sweetly as she checked a few things on her clipboard. "She got hit good but other than that—her eye's just going to be swollen for a few weeks." She informs me as we both stare at Marley as she lies on bed, sleeping soundly while snoring from time to time.

I whisper my thanks and she walks away, going out of the clinic to get an early lunch when I hear Marley grumble and turn to her left side, curling up into a ball to get comfy. I giggle and cringe when I see how swollen and dark her eye has gotten, that's going to take a lot of days to heal.

Sighing, I step back and grab the curtains, closing it around her so she would have some privacy as I turn around, ready to head out for lunch as well when the door opens and in comes Santana, clad in a cheerios' uniform.

"How's bitch-face?" she asks, not so interested as she examines her nails.

I roll my eyes and shush her, placing a finger on my lips as I peek back and see the shadow of Marley through the curtains, moving a bit before relaxing again. "Can you be quiet? She's trying to get some rest." I whispered, walking to the sink that's filtered with water as I grab a cup.

I'm about to tilt my head back and take a sip of the cold liquid when I feel smooth fingers wrapping around my wrist, stopping me from my actions. I'm awkwardly tilted back as I arch an eyebrow at Santana, looking down at her as she smirks, grabs the cup away from me and goes close, nearly pressing her body up to mine. I gasp and stumble backwards, hitting a tray.

I snap my head up to where Marley is and let out a sigh of relief when she didn't wake up, averting my attention back to Santana. I frown at her. "What are you doing?" I hiss, chomping on my lower lip as she pulls up her skirt and shows me her spanks.

My eyes roll back and I groan, filling my cock twitch at the sight of those tight panties. She chuckles darkly at me and comes closer, wrapping an arm around my neck as she brings our forehead together. "I miss our sexy times." She husks, free hand going down to rub at my aching member. "—and I know you do too." She adds, giggling at my panting state as I eye her with lustful eyes.

I may be mad at her—especially after what she did to Marley but I just can't resist Santana right now.

"I still didn't forgive you." I say in a low voice, glancing back at Marley's covered bed before going back to Santana's dark orbs. "—but you're still so hot." I whimper, grinding down on her hand as she lets go and tickles my arm.

"Cute—" she drawls, chuckling as she checks me out in my P.E. uniform, licking her lips. "Since we're both mad at each other—let's have an angry sex quickie—" she suggests, eyes gleaming with lust as she presses herself up against my body and grinds down, making her spank-covered pussy touched my clothed cock. I moan and bite my inner cheek—willing myself not to make too much noise.

"Wait—you're mad at me?" I question, titling my head to the side in curiosity as Santana rolls her eyes and brings her left leg up, positioning in high as she steps on one of the stools, making her legs open for me as she brings a hand down and pulls up her skirt, tucking the tips inside the opening belt as she moves her spanks to the side, exposing a wet pussy—hungry for my cock.

She presses her finger inside her wet cunt slowly and moans, dropping her weight on me as I try to hold both of us together, my throat gulping hard at the sight and at the worry of Marley seeing us.

"Santana this isn't private." I tell her, reminding her of one of our rules as I glance at Marley again. "Marley can wake up anytime." I hiss while fighting my cock to stay put as she starts to insert another finger, fucking herself with three now.

My jaw drops as I watch her masturbate in front of me, bucking her hips, grinding her hips and riding her fingers desperately—wanting any sort of friction since I couldn't do anything. It was so hot.

"She's asleep." Santana replies huskily, licking her lips wet as she puckers them at me. "That's private for me—" and with that said, she dives in and kisses me hard, crashing our lips together as I grunt and use my other hand to push down my sweats and leave it by my knees, stroking my cock to its hardest as I smell Santana's arousal. She smelt so good, I wanted to lick her up and down—slowly—and enter—fuck, I want to fuck her.

"Fuck me quick baby—" Santana whines, continuously fucking her fingers as she throws her head back and allows me access to her neck. "Before the nurse comes—" she adds, making my eyes widen at the possibility.

This was too hot and I need to fuck her now before I lose it and cum on the clinic floor. This is so sick—and no, not sick as in doctor sick but dirty sick sex. Marley's unconsciously sleeping with a black eye and the nurse is off to buy her early lunch and here is Santana and I having a sneaky quickie by Marley's curtain closed-bed.

I got to fuck her.

Moaning as Santana's knuckles accidentally bump the head of my dick when she rode her fingers in a hard way, I moan and feel pre-cum spilling out, not taking this anymore.

"I'm going in." I tell her, causing my crush and love to nod her head and pull out her fingers, using the sticky and wet digits to grab my cock and lube it. I moan at the feel of her fingers that are just so wet and good. She pumps my cock, wanting me to get high and slowly guides it to her entrance, rubbing the head on her slit to coat some cum before slowly pushing it in. We moan at the feel—some parts of her skirt falling down as she arches her back.

"Fuck, I miss this." She purrs, eyes dazzling with lust as I stare at her agape. I miss this too.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good." I promise her, just as our sexes hit to the hilt and our thighs press together, signaling that I'm at my deepest.

Santana's thighs quiver as I bring a finger down and rub her clit, making her gasp and clench her fists while clamping her mouth shut so she wouldn't be too loud. We don't want Marley waking up after all.

And I know we don't have much time left, we need to get ready for afternoon classes so I pull out, only leaving the tip inside and thrust back, as deep as I can—making Santana's knees wobble as I keep her steady with one hand, the other still rubbing circles around her clit. "Fuck—so wet." I moan, watching my dick glisten with her cum as I start to fuck her relentlessly, feeling the tray behind me start to rattle along with my movements as Santana bites on the fingers that were once inside her pussy to keep her quiet. But her struggled moans still reach my ears.

"Harder." She begs, gripping my neck tightly as I lower my hips a bit to another angle and thrust up, hitting a spot that made her see stars as her eyes roll back on her head and she nearly screams. "Oh yeah!"

"I fucking miss your pussy—" I couldn't help but reveal, blushing a bit at my words when Santana chuckles and bites her lip so sexily.

"I miss your cock." She purrs, slamming her hips down as we start to sweat uncontrollably, the sweats actually going to work as Santana whimpers and pants like crazy, her chest breathing in and out in such a rapid pace you'd think her top would pop off.

And I'm about to reach my climax when she squeezes my cock with that wet pussy of hers so tight when we hear the jingling of the clinic door. The nurse probably found it lock and is now using her key but fuck, I can't just stop fucking Santana—she looks so hot right now.

"Sant—"

"Hurry—" she hisses, gritting her teeth as she helps me finish off by doing a circle of 8's on my cock that's buried deep to the hilt, hitting her in the spongiest and wet places inside her damn pussy. "Ugh—I'm coming—" she confesses just as she clamps hard on my cock and lets go, cumming hard as her thighs quake and I grunt as I let out a series of my seed.

And just as that happened, the door opens and Santana messily pulls out of me, the slick noises erupting the quiet room as we both whimper at the loss and she's tugging her skirt down to cover the wetness dripping down her thighs. I curse at myself and clumsily bend down, pulling my sweats all the way up just as the nurse walks in, stopping to look at us weirdly.

My hands are still gripping the top of my sweats tightly and there's probably something weird about that, especially since my eyes are wide in a caught-in-deer-headlight stance. Santana's hair is so messed up and her face is breathing radically with her skirt in a different position.

Yup, we look bad.

But the nurse must be stupid because she says, "Can you cheerleaders stop bullying the quiet ones?" she scolds, glaring at Santana as she places her tea on the counter filled with medicine, shaking her head. "I swear, you have no hearts."

Santana and I face each other and hide a chuckle, wanting nothing more than to laugh at this situation—especially me because my cock is still pouring at cum and it's making my legs tighten up in an un-comfy manner. I side-eye Santana and she notices this, smirking at me playfully as she sticks out her tongue and licks her lips sensually. Ugh, I swear—more cum just spilled out and it's sliding down my legs.

"—And in front of the person you hit too!" the nurse exclaims, pointing a finger at Santana with a hard glare. "If only Sue wasn't your Coach, I'd report you to the principal—" she exclaims, wrapping an icepack with a small towel before rolling her eyes. "—but are principal is impossible too." She groans, shaking her head as she walks to Marley who's still sleeping soundly in bed, sliding the curtains open before closing them again, starting to check her up.

I sigh and calm my body back to it's normal state, leaning back on the tray as I open my eyes to acknowledge Santana when all of a sudden she's gone from where she was standing a minute ago and I gasp slightly when I see her on my knees, opening my sweats to pluck my cock out that's dripping with cum—swollen also because I haven't really cummed yet.

She licks her lips and winks at me from below, making me blush. I look back at the shadows in the curtain and nibble on my lower lips. "Santana—don't—"

Santana doesn't let me finish though before she's opening her lips and sucking on my hard cock, I flinch and nearly fall if I hadn't supported myself with the palm of my hands. It made a ruckus though, catching the attention of the nurse as I catch her shadow that stopped moving.

"Are you fighting again girls?" she asks from the other side, walking to the curtain opening when my eyes widen and look to Santana who's lips are still pretty much around my cock. She side-eyes the curtain cover and winks at me again.

Fuck, she's telling me to deal with it.

Opening and closing my mouth, I feel sweat dripping down my neck as I shout, "No!"

This stops the nurse from opening the curtains. "Excuse me?" she replies, confused.

I shake my head, even though she can't see me and groan when Santana sucks hard at a certain time. Fuck, she's good at that. "No—we're not fighting." I tell her, making her hum and go back to work.

Looking back down, I bite my inner cheek and clench my fists when Santana lets go of my cock with a pop of her lips and licks a trail from the bottom of my cock to the tip, pumping it to let me cum sooner which is probably any second now.

"Marley how are you?"

My body stiffens and it catches Santana's attention as I see Marley's shadowed body sitting up. This isn't good. She's going to see my member and I'm going to be the joke of this school and I'm—

My rambling thoughts are interrupted by gentle fingers intertwining with my free trembling ones. I snap my blue eyes downcast to Santana who's mouth is still surrounding my cock but her dark brown orbs are looking back at me with sincerity. She intertwines our fingers together and squeezes it lightly.

And if I know better, she's probably trying to tell me that she's going to take care of me and that she wont make them know about this thing in between my legs even if she has to prove it by giving me a blow job with two people covered with a curtain.

Sighing, I smile at her sweetly, even if her actions were always odd and this makes me cum, releasing my load inside her hot mouth as she moans and gulps it all in, letting go only to lick her chin and lips clean, softly tucking my soft dick back inside my sweats as she crawls up and we stare into each other's eyes.

She laughs, breaking the awkward moment just as Marley stops talking about how her eye feels now. "You're good at keeping quiet." She jokes, whispering it to my ear as I feel my body tingle. "—And sorry, I just couldn't resist." She adds in a husky voice, talking about the reason why she continued to suck my cock even if the nurse arrived. I blush and chuckle.

"I'm not sorry." I chide, making her giggle at me as she leans in for a fast peck, stepping back as she smirks at me and walks out of the clinic, leaving me in my post-sex haze.

The nurse opens the curtains and Marley jumps out of bed, eyeing me wearily. "You okay Brittany?" she asks me, wondering why I look so flustered.

I blushed shyly and tug the left side of my lips up in a half smirk, shrugging my shoulders. "Maybe? I think so." I reply, smiling.

Marley grins and accepts the ice pack from the nurse. "That's awesome. You wanna go now?"

I nod my head and follow her out the door, sensing Santana's presence as she talks to a few cheerios down the hallway. She senses me too and turns to my direction, smirking but then scowling after when she sees me go out with Marley. There goes the bitchy Santana—oh well, it was great while it lasted.

What I can almost imagine is all the harsh words she has on the tip of her tongue, ready to insult her hideous black eye but I give her a pointed look and she drops it, huffing.

I trail down my view down to her thighs, just below the tip of her skirt pleats and grin, noticing that glistening dried cum from anywhere.

Santana furrows her eyebrows and looks down, gasping when she sees it there. She immediately drops her hands and covers her thighs, glaring at me as I stick my tongue out at her.

I can see the steam coming out of her ears as holds out her left hand up and gives me the middle finger in a good old fuck you.

I smirk and mouth the words, "I just did." And that got her as I giggle and walk away with Marley with a skip in my step.

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