A/N: I feel like I'm a stranger to this story. I had to get back in my groove with this one but hopefully you guys like what I did with this chapter. Sorry it might be later updates from now on. I'm spreading myself thin with my other two fics and need to take more breaks than I usually do.
The next morning I passed by the choir room and heard someone talking. I stopped by the door to peak in and was surprised to see Harmony and Brooke. I have to say, it didn't look like a good conversation.
"You really think I have feelings for you? Why would I be interested in you? I only agreed to meet up yesterday because I thought it was for glee club, not for you to play out some sick fantasy."
Harmony stormed out without noticing me by the door while Brooke looked defeated.
I leaned against the door frame, "Is she the one?"
Brooke jumped at the sound of my voice but nodded, "I don't think it'll work out."
I sighed once she walked past to leave and clenched my jaw. So many memories in this choir room of confessing and denying love. Sometimes I wondered if it was cursed. I ended up spending the rest of the day thinking of my own love life. I wasn't as brave as I hoped I'd be in high school. Who knows if I would've came out willingly if I was given the right circumstances. But Brittany was my right circumstance and I still didn't have the guts.
I held cheer practice during lunch to work around the kid's glee schedule with Brittany's help. She came back to my office when lunch ended almost as if it was routine now. Maybe it sort of was.
She sat in the visitor's chair and crossed her legs, "I heard you sang about me."
I rolled my eyes, "Hardly. Just mixed up the words."
"Sure, sure. I wouldn't call my hair yellow though."
I leaned against my desk and shuffled through some paperwork, "Wasn't about you Brittany."
"I guess since my name isn't Valerie.."
"See? There you go." I said while marking some lists off.
"Lets just say my name is Valerie though, just for the sake of argument."
"Nope."
She ran her foot up my calf and lowered her voice, "Don't like role-playing?"
"Brittany."
"What?" She asked innocently.
"We're not talking about this."
"Why not?"
I looked up from my paperwork and rose an eyebrow, "Because it's unprofessional."
"Yeah but grabbing my pussy at the bar was totally professional, you're right."
I turned to my desk and randomly started shuffling papers around, "That was-"
I suddenly felt Brittany push me against the desk and keep her body pressed behind me, "You act like you've got me in the palm of your hand, but what would happen if I challenged that? You had all this power for the past few days but you didn't do a damn thing did you?"
I felt myself losing control as familiar warmth spread between my legs as if to confirm it. I loved it when she took control. Except for now. You know what? Fuck it, especially now.
"See, I know you Santana. I've always known you best and I think you forget about that. You wanna know what I'm thinking about?" She paused for me to answer but only a soft noise from the back of my throat escaped. I felt her tongue run up my throat before she whispered, "I'm thinking about how good it would make you feel if I spread your legs open now and fucked you against your desk."
Before anything else could happen, I heard a knock on the door. I shakily stood up straight and jerked the door open to see one of the glee kids standing impatiently, "Mr. Shue wants you for glee club in 5 minutes."
Not trusting my voice, I nodded and watched the kid disappear down the hall. I felt Brittany come up behind me and brush my hair away from my ear, "Maybe next time."
She walked out without saying another word and it made me hate the kid that interrupted us. For all I know, Brittany could've carefully planned this so we would eventually be interrupted. It was an insane theory but it had to be the only way Brittany seemed to be slipping from my grasp. I cleared my throat and made my way to the glee room.
Will saw me walk in and pointed to the board, "I see you already gave the kids an assignment."
"Oh, yeah. I hope you don't mind. It just seems like they don't know their own voice-"
He held up a hand an smiled, "Don't worry about it, I think it's great to have them express their individuality."
Before I could roll my eyes at him, Brooke cleared her throat and stood from her seat, "I have a song I would like to sing."
Will and I nodded for her to come up to the front of her room. She sat on a stool and sang John Mayer.
"My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see
She was offended
She said "well anyway..."
Just dying for a subject change
Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said, "Think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a girl to do
I guess she better find one soon
We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good, what just slipped out and what went wrong
Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing, try again.
How could I forget?
Mama said, "Think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one
I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
Starting now
One more thing
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it's all because of this desire
Just wanna be liked
Just wanna be funny
Looks like the joke's on me
So call me "Captain Backfire"
I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Harmony seemed to only look at Brooke when she thought no one else noticed but I did. Of course I saw the look in her eyes that said she was hiding something. Funny what students would let teachers see.
As soon as the song ended the two girls avoided eye contact and sat as far away as possible from each other for the rest of glee. Once Will excused everyone I followed them out and felt like I was back in high school. I saw two football players walk toward us and of course I didn't think anything of it. Why would I? I'm the coach at this school. I looked down to see the slushies in their hands but before I could say anything I saw red ice being thrown at Brooke.
They laughed and high-fived each other, "Be happy it wasn't pig's blood."
I crossed my arms and practically screamed, "You two. My office. NOW."
They seemed startled at my presence and stuttered, "W-We didn't know you were-"
"Does it look like I'm in the mood for excuses? MY OFFICE!"
I brushed off some chunks of ice on Brooke and pointed to the first girl in my sight, "Harmony, help her get this cleaned off. I have to deal with the boys who did this."
After twenty minutes of scolding and threatening, I gave them a week of detention each and threw in a call to their parents. If there was anything I hated more, it was seeing what happened today. That was the first slushy I saw in years. Hopefully it'd be the last.
I finally left the school later than I wanted and met Quinn at the Lima Bean. I sat down across from her as she drank her coffee.
"Glad to see you made it." Quinn said with thick sarcasm.
"It isn't my fault some kids from the football team decided it'd be funny to slushy a student in front of me."
"They still do that?"
I nodded as I rolled my eyes, "Apparently some things never change with jocks."
"So why'd you want to meet me? I'm getting the feeling you usually need something when you call."
"I was wondering.. Well.. Brittany-"
"You think she's a little hard to contain don't you?"
"She seems to know what she's doing."
Quinn rolled her eyes and laughed, "Well, yeah. It's been years, what do you think she's been doing with her spare time? She's gorgeous, successful and gets what she wants usually."
"You're only saying that because-"
"Rachel?" Quinn said in confusion.
"Yeah because-"
"Rachel."
"Quinn would you-"
I stopped talking and followed her line of sight. I saw Rachel walk in to the Lima Bean with a few friends and almost choked on my coffee. I tried hard not to laugh as I looked at Quinn, "Holy shit this'll be good."
A/N: Good stuff, good stuff. Might end this fic sooner than I thought. Too much on my plate. Review :)
