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It can't be much of a surprise to find out where this next chapter is going – Freshman times. I just need to build up the Brittana relationship a bit more and their relationship with guys, and then I can start writing the background stuff to Glee Season One. There was definitely something going on behind the scenes. Anywayz, enjoy =).
"Oh crap, will this thing never go?" asked Santana, viscously rubbing foundation on her neck.
Today was the first day of high school and you could still see the love bites Puck had given her from the party on Saturday. Could he not have been sneakier? She'd have to rearrange her outfit and wear a scarf which was upsetting as then it would totally cover up her breasts. They needed to be on show. They may not be big enough yet for her to be proud of but they would definitely be her main feature in grabbing attention.
"Maybe you don't need to hide them," thought Brittany out loud. Santana turned and gave her a confused look.
"I mean," explained Brittany. "People might think you're really cool if you turn up on the first day full of hicci's." Santana smiled.
"You may have a point there, BrittBritt. Pass me those make-up wipes!" Brittany handed one to Santana and she started wiping off the thick layer of foundation. "Oh, these will certainly get me a reputation."
"It looks hot," Brittany admitted biting her lower lip. "But maybe put a scarf in your bag just in case."
Santana turned to Brittany. She was curling her hair but struggling to reach the back.
"Hold still," said Santana running her hands through Brittany's hair. She took a strip and circled it round the iron. Steam rose up and disappeared into the air. Her hair was so soft.
"I really enjoyed Puck's party," said Brittany. It was a random comment but clearly followed on from Santana and where she had received her love bites.
"Mhmm," replied Santana. "Especially the spin the bottle part, right?"
"Right."
"Yeah, guys like that sort of thing."
Santana continued running her hands through Brittany's hair, searching for any loose straight pieces of hair.
"Can I ask you something?" asked Brittany.
"Is it heavy as we're going to be late?"
"It can wait."
Santana and Brittany walked through into the school. They'd made it! It was full of students throwing footballs at each other down the corridor or running up to their friends to see what classes they'd have together. Santana had received her schedule in the post. She shared every single class with Brittany.
As they walked through the corridor Santana had to dart out of the way a couple of times to avoid being bumped into. Soon they would part for her like the red sea. Soon. Suddenly she felt a wheel run over her foot.
"Ah fuck," she shouted as the boy in the wheelchair quickly rolled away. "Watch where you're going four eyes!"
"Santana, that's mean," said Brittany.
"He needs to learn," she replied.
She noticed a couple of guys checking her out as they passed. Their eyes lingered on her neck.
"That's more like it," she thought.
Santana's morning was a complete blur. The Principle talked to them about school rules or something and they were each given a locker. Brittany's and Santana's just so happened to be next to each other's. Santana didn't force anyone to trade… But overall they skipped the first of their classes of the day in line for signing up for cheerleading. The queue for the list stretched out of the school doors and all the way down the road. Luckily Santana had pushed in meaning they would only be waiting for an hour or so. She was filing her nails as Brittany flicked through the school guide. Santana had lost hers…
"There are so many other clubs we could join," Brittany giggled. "How about home economics?"
"We could bake at your house," explained Santana. "No reason to prolong our time at school to do it."
"How about glee club?"
"What's that? Sounds awful."
"It's a singing and dancing club."
Santana thought for a moment. That sounded fun; she did have an amazing voice. Might as well show it off.
"Maybe," she said. "We could check it out and see if it's for losers or not. Speaking of losers, have you seen Quinn today?" Brittany shook her head. Where was Quinn? She would have expected her to join them in the queue.
Suddenly the cheerleading coach walked past and stood at the front of the queue. Sue Sylvester. She was infamous as the strictest, meanest and yet most determined cheerleading coach the school had ever seen. She had never lost a competition yet!
"Line up against the wall," she shouted at the queue, watching as the terrified girls quickly obeyed.
"Don't bother writing your name down," she announced. "I'm going to make this simple for you all. For those who I allow in, first rehearsal is tomorrow at four out on the field. I expect you to have a uniform by then." She proceeded walking down the line remarking on each girl.
"Too fat to join. Too fat also. That is the biggest head I've seen ever – seriously, you should get that checked out. You're in. No fickin' way, Jacob. Too ugly. Too manly. You'll do. Try again next year when you grow pair – I need my cheerleaders to be in top physical shape and form."
Sue stopped at Santana and Brittany.
"Blondie, Pocahontas, you're in…" she said. Did she actually just call them that? Wasn't that racist? She walked past but then did a double take on Santana. Oh no. Please no.
"Wait a minute," she said. "What are those marks on your neck? Looks like someone's part of a blood sucking cult. Try again next year if you've not been eaten alive."
"What? But they'll fade," Santana complained. "You need me on your team." Sue looked startled at being spoken back to.
"Or you sure you won't be too busy with the boys to be a cheerio? I need my girls to be fully committed?" she asked.
"I can do it," Santana pleaded. "And whether you like it or not, I'm going to be there tomorrow in uniform ready to train." Sue smiled; she always did like a strong willed girl.
"Here's what we're going to do," she said. "I want you to join the school's celibacy club. Take Blondie with you. Straighten yourself out and if those vial marks have disappeared by tomorrow then I expect to see you on the field at three o'clock. You're going to be running round the pitch an hour before the others arrive. If you're not there or get too tired during practice then I'll think you're not cut out to be a cheerleader." Sue continued down the line.
"What's celibacy club?" Santana asked as Brittany resumed flicking through her guide.
Celibacy club. Apparently it was a club that sexually deprived girls joined to have a reason for not having a boyfriend. It basically meant you couldn't have sex because the Lord just wanted guys to look but not touch, or something. And guess who was president of the club?
"Quinn?" Santana spat as she and Brittany walked into the classroom. "What are you doing here? We've missed you all day."
"Oh hello Santana," Quinn said. "I've been in class all day. Something you've clearly decided isn't necessary to do at school."
"We were lining up to cheerleading," Brittany explained.
"Some of us don't need to do that to secure a spot," laughed Quinn. "Not when I've just been made head cheerleader."
"What?" Santana asked, outraged. "That's so unfair. You know I wanted to be head cheerleader."
"Can I help it if coach was impressed with my skills?"
"Or the fat cheque your father wrote?" Santana spat. "How much was it?"
Quinn smiled but didn't answer. She walked behind the teacher's desk and gestured for the girls to sit down.
"Welcome," called Quinn. "I'm Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader and president of the celibacy club. Coach Sylvester thought it would be appropriate if all cheerleaders joined this club because like cheerleading, it's all about the pleasing and not about the teasing. That's our line."
"Oh please," Santana thought.
"So if you would like to line up and take your vows - as long as you are in celibacy club there will be no sexual acts with the boys."
The girls in the room lined up in front of Quinn each vowing a pledge of celibacy with one hand on the Bible. Brittany went before Santana who in turn, placed her hand on the Bible.
"Repeat after me, I, Santana…" instructed Quinn.
"I, Santana…" she copied.
"Hereby pledge a vow of celibacy to stay away from all men and the temptation they give and only to tease and never to please."
"Hereby pledge a vow of celibacy to stay away from all men and the temptation they give and only to tease and never to please," Santana repeated.
"And that includes girls. Amen."
"And that includes… what?" Santana asked.
Did Quinn actually just say that? Emily must've told her about spin the bottle with Britt. Thank heavens that girl was sent to a private high school. Good riddance.
"Next!" Quinn called.
"This is stupid," Santana said walking to Brittany. "We all know none of us are going to stick by it."
"But we have to," explained Brittany. "You can't break a promise."
"I know, Britt."
After celibacy club finally ended, Quinn handed everyone a fitted cheerleading uniform. Santana was trying hers on with Brittany at her house.
"You can see everything!" exclaimed Santana, checking herself out in the mirror. "Might as well not have a skirt."
"How do I look?" asked Brittany. She spun around making her skirt lift up. Yep, the cheerleading uniforms left little to the imagination.
"Hot," Santana replied. "We will definitely be eye candy in these uniforms. In fact, might go see Puck later. He texted me saying he made the football team. He's definitely going to help my reputation if I keep getting with him."
"I'm going to make-out with everyone in the football team," Brittany said. There was something wrong about that comment. Santana didn't like the idea of Brittany kissing all the guys. She was just so pure and beautiful. Far too good for them…
"I mean I'm going to do more than make-out with Puck…" Santana hinted.
"But what about your vow?" Brittany asked.
"I didn't mean it," Santana said. "And it doesn't count anyway because Quinn isn't a priest." Brittany nodded. Santana grinned.
"But you're not going to…"
"No."
"Good."
Silence. There was an awkward tension in the room. Santana was sure she had caused it but she didn't know how.
Brittany sat down on the bed, she was looking at her feet. Santana took the stuffed dolphin, Princess Fantastical off her bedside table. It was the present Brittany had once given to her. She rubbed it against Brittany's face making her best dolphin noise. Brittany laughed, took it off her and hugged it.
"Can I ask you something?" she said.
"Is it the same thing you were going to ask me this morning?"
"Yes."
"Go on then." Santana put Princess Fantastical back and leant her head on Brittany's shoulder. She had no clue what the conversation may be about but she felt a little nervous at the list of possibilities.
"How do you feel when you're with Puck?"
"What?" Santana asked, completely caught off guard. She backed away on the bed slightly.
"It's just sometimes when I'm making out with guys I feel really strange," Brittany explained. "Like here." She touched her stomach but Santana already knew what she meant. "And… lower. Is it normal?"
"Of course, Britt," Santana replied. "It means you're enjoying it. It's like having butterflies. Big, fat, greedy, sexual butterflies as the more you do, the more you get them and the stronger they become."
"Oh," Brittany thought. "So you get them too?"
"Yes," said Santana. "When I make out with Puck." Or just simply kiss you. But that was probably just the alcohol…
Brittany seemed to be satisfied with this explanation. She smiled.
"I get them when you kiss me," she admitted.
"Of course you do," Santana replied. "I'm amazing at kissing, remember?"
"Yes."
The tension in the room had returned. Santana tried to laugh it off.
"This conversations getting a bit heavy," she said. "Best change topic."
"But there's nothing wrong with what we do?" asked Brittany.
"Brittany, we've only kissed twice!" Santana exclaimed. "Once to learn how and once as a dare. There's nothing wrong with kissing in front of guys or just practising for them! It's what girls do."
"I meant nothing wrong with us making out with so many guys," Brittany replied. Santana fell into silence. She had got worked up over nothing.
"Oh," Santana replied. "No, there's nothing wrong about that Britt. Just as long as they know it's nothing serious, just a random hook-up."
"Is Puck just a random hook-up to you?"
"Yep." She had no problem admitting to it. "I'm Santana Lopez – I needs to get my mack on at least twice a day."
"How do you know you're any good?"
Santana rolled her eyes. What a silly question. She was Santana fucking Lopez from Lima Heights Adjacent. Did she not sound like a dream come true? She grinned; she had an idea of how to prove how good she was.
Santana suddenly pushed Brittany down on the bed. Brittany looked shocked as Santana held her in position with her hands. She pressed her finger against Brittany's lips telling her to be quiet as her parents were just downstairs. Brittany wouldn't have Santana as a best friend if controlling didn't turn her on.
Santana then pushed her lips against Brittany's hard. She immediately sucked on her lower lip and heard Brittany groan. Brittany opened her mouth and Santana let their tongues run together. How did this feel so good? Santana bit lightly on Brittany's bottom lip, kissed it and then entered her tongue again. She needed more. More of Brittany. Slowly she released her grip on Brittany's arms as she kissed down Brittany's jaw. She sucked on Brittany's earlobe and ran her tongue round her piercing. She continued kissing down Brittany's jaw line, nipping slightly, sucking and then lightly kissing. Brittany let out another groan and her hands gripped on Santana's bum. The feeling and sudden act drove her wild. She grabbed a fistful of Brittany's cheerio's shirt and gripped onto it. Her other hand was running through Brittany's hair, keeping her head in the best position to access her neck. She felt Brittany's hand slide up the lower part of her back underneath her uniform. Her fingers traced circles in her skin and Santana felt her body tingle. The butterflies were already back. They had been there from the moment Santana had decided to do this. But she needed more. More. But how?
Santana continued sucking parts of Brittany's neck and lightly kissing the reddening areas. She knew she was good. She never bit as hard as Puck but just enough to let the passion flow through them both. Santana returned her lips to Brittany and kissed her deeply. She moaned into her mouth. There was more here than animosity. It was as if Santana's heart was threatening to break out of her chest but not because of what she was doing, but because she was doing it to Brittany. She loved the softness of her hair, that there was enough of it to run her fingers through. She loved how smooth Brittany's skin was and creamy white. She loved how she smelt, the perfume she wore. All these factors made Santana mad with hunger. She kissed Brittany one more time and then lifted her head up, panting. She grinned.
Brittany's eyes remained shut for at least five seconds before she opened them. She was panting just as hard with an even bigger grin spreading across her face.
"And that's how I know I'm good," Santana said.
Brittany laughed and pushed Santana off her. It was her turn now.
"Well you can tell me if I'm good then," Brittany replied.
She pressed her lips against Santana's lightly. It was only a fraction longer than a peck. She then kissed her again, broke contact, and again. It was so light.
"Sweet lady kisses," Brittany said, pressing her lips against Santana's again.
Santana was growing frustrated; she needed more than this. She lifted her head up towards Brittany. She had never been teased like this before. Brittany ran her tongue against Santana's bottom lip and smiled. Pausing for a second, she then gently nipped on the same area.
"Tell me you want me," she said, lightly kissing Santana again. Santana's neck was hurting from straining up to Brittany. She needed to place it back down on the bed. Brittany smiled. Such a tease.
"I want you," Santana replied. Immediately Brittany pressed her lips against Santana's so hard that her head hit the bed making her forget how to kiss back for a moment. Eventually her mind caught up with her body and she placed her hand on Brittany's cheek drawing her in. Making her wait made the experience so much better. So much stronger. She would have to remember this technique.
Brittany touched her tongue onto Santana's and then leaving her mouth, nipped her chin. She moved one of her legs on the other side of Santana so she was straddling her and bent down to Santana's chest. Unzipping Santana's cheerio top half way up so she could just see her stomach, she kissed around her belly button and to her sides. Santana had always had delicate sides and she couldn't take Brittany's kissing. It tickled so much. She moaned. Brittany then ran her tongue back to her stomach and pushed her body forward. Her knee pressed against Santana's center which she had never felt before. It made the throbbing so much harder and urgent, especially when Brittany lent forward to kiss Santana's neck making her own press against Santana's thigh. Brittany, rocking slightly, kissed lightly on Santana's neck and back up her jaw. She didn't bite or suck though. Was it because she thought Santana's skin might be tender after Puck? Or was she purposely loving areas she knew Puck hadn't been? Brittany kissed Santana's lips one more time and rolled off her. She zipped Santana's shirt back down and laid her head on Santana's stomach. Her eyes met hers and they both giggled.
"Am I just a random hook-up?" Brittany asked.
"No, you're special."
"Thanks, I was worried I was no good," Brittany replied. She ran her finger tips down Santana's legs. "You're my best friend, you know?" she giggled. "I'll always love being with you."
Brittany placed the pillows up behind Santana's back. Santana didn't say anything as she sat up on the bed. Her heart was still racing.
"Please don't go to Puck's tonight," Brittany pleaded. "I was hoping we could watch a film."
"Whatever you want, BrittBritt," Santana replied. She felt slightly light headed. "And don't worry. You're good. You're very good."