"Why is that weird kid with the glasses staring at you like a piece of fucking meat?" Quinn asks Brittany who was trying to focus on what the teacher was saying about some science shit.
"Uh, you mean Artie?" Brittany questions, which made Quinn arch her eyebrows in surprise. Brittany noticed, "What?"
"You know him?"
"Oh, yeah, kinda?" Brittany says, "He kind of, well- he was attacking lips with his. And umm… yeah…"
Quinn bursts out laughing, which caused some students to look over them, and the teacher to pause for a moment, glare at them, and continued talking. "He made out with you?"
"Kind of," Brittany shrugs, "but Santana was there at like, the right time and she just dragged his ass away from me, and told him to stay away." Brittany was smiling at the thought of Santana and their little exchange back in the Latina's car.
'Oh… those soft luscious lips on my cheeks. God, they were so soft. I wonder how they would feel on my lips. I bet they would feel amazing... Wait…no no no. Brittany, snap out of it. This is your Professor! Ughhhhh….. but those lips, though… No! Snap out of it, Pierce.'
"Thinking about something there, Britt?" Quinn says in a playful voice.
"WH-what..? N-no…it's nothing." Brittany mumbles and focuses on the teacher in front of them, and writes down some notes.
Quinn just shakes her head, amused at her friend's behavior.
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"See you in Professor Lopez's class, Britt." She saw Quinn smirk and walk away, before she could say anything.
"Brittany," Artie says in a smug voice, which made her cringe inwardly. Just hoping that he would go away.
"Artie." She says in a monotone voice, praying that he would get the message and get the hell on with his life and stop bothering her.
"So, I was wondering if you would maybe, want to go out with me?" he says, and waggles his eyebrows, which made Brittany roll her eyes.
"No thank you. Maybe you didn't get the message back there in the library, but I'm not interested."
"Oh please. You enjoyed that kiss. You would have also enjoyed it even more if Professor Bitch Lopez, hadn't interrupted us." Artie says.
In a way, it hit a nerve in Brittany and she almost punched the douche in front of her. Almost. She glared at him.
"Don't you fucking talk about Santana like that, you fucking piece of shit. She is a better person than you will ever be. And she is not a bitch. So, go do yourself a favor and fuck off." Brittany yells angrily at him, which caught a few attention to students and teachers who were passing by.
Artie decided to go and lean in on Brittany once again, but was again, interrupted by Santana. If you thought she was furious back at the library, she was definitely on fire now.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Abram?" Her voice laced with venom.
Damn, angry Santana is so hot. Brittany wondered to herself, before shaking her thought away. And staring between the two.
"Nothing." Artie scoffs. "Why does it concern you anyway?"
"Like I said before, Abrams, she's my friend. You wouldn't want your sorry ass to get kicked out, would you? Stay away from her. If I catch you doing anything or attempt to do anything, I will cut you." Santana says, with even more anger in her words.
Artie looked at Santana with a glare and decides to leave the two of them. Brittany looked at Santana who was currently watching Artie leave.
"Thanks, again." Brittany says, and Santana turns to look at where that sweet, innocent voice was coming from.
She smiles widely at Brittany and winks, hoping that no one saw that. "It was my pleasure." She looked over to where Artie left, and turned her attention back to the blonde. "If he bothers you again, tell me, okay?"
Brittany nods, "Okay." She ducks her head shyly, and it causes the brunette to giggle at how flustered Brittany looked.
Santana checks her watch and frowns a little, "I gotta go now, Britt-Britt." The nickname made Brittany smile widely. "Are you free after your last class?" Santana asks.
Brittany laughs, and was given a confused look by Santana, not understanding what was funny. "What's funny?"
"It's just… my last class, is your class, Sanny." Brittany says teasingly, squinting her eyes together, looking amused.
Santana scrunches her nose, and it made Brittany's heart swoon. "Oh… well, are you free after my class?" Santana asks hopefully.
Brittany nods, "Yeah, I am. Why?"
"I was wondering if you would... umm; maybe want to go to the library with me? We could talk and, I could teach you or… we could just catch up-" before Santana continues on rambling on and on, Brittany holds her hand to stop her.
"I would love to, Santana." Brittany says in the softest voice.
Santana smiles at her, and nods. "Okay. I'll see you later," Santana whispers and goes closer to Brittany's ear, "Britt-Britt." She husks.
It sent chills all over Brittany's body, and she shudders slightly where Santana's lips were almost touching the shell of her ears.
'That woman will be the death of me…'
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It was finally Santana's class, and Brittany couldn't be more excited to go and meet the Latina once again, after their little talk.
"Well, don't you look happy." She heard a familiar voice and turns to see Kurt next to her, with a smile on his face.
She smiles back at him. She and Kurt have been a little close lately. She even told him about that small exchange between Santana and her. Not that she doesn't trust Quinn, but she didn't want Quinn to go all at it, and ask Santana, because it could have just been a friendly manner.
"Yeah, I'm going to Sanny's class now." She says happily and sweetly, which made Kurt giggle a little at how whipped the girl already was.
"Girl., you are so whipped." Kurt nudged her sides.
"No I am not!" she lied.
"You are. You're blushing from even thinking about her." Kurt teases.
"Am not! Oh, shut up. I just… admire her."
"Mmhmm… keep telling yourself that." Kurt teases again, "You're here." He points at Santana's class.
Class 2C
"Have fun with Santana, Britt." Kurt sang, and walks away from a very flushed red Brittany, standing outside of Santana's class.
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"I'm sure you guys will have no problem with finishing this up in… about, ten minutes." Santana says to the class, trying extremely hard to not look at Brittany.
Brittany was seated on her chair, waiting for everyone else to finish the questions. She had finished every single question on the board, so that she could think about her 'feelings' for Santana.
'Are they even feelings? I know she's hot, and I'm just admiring her…right? Do I really have feelings for her? Does she have feelings for me? Would we even work out? Wouldn't she be able to lose her job for seeing one of her students? Ugh…why is life so complicated?!'
Brittany just sat there thinking as hard as she can about her feelings for the Latina that she didn't notice Santana staring at her with amusement. Santana was also trying to figure out how she feels for Brittany too.
'She looks so cute trying to figure out something. Is this counted as creepy to stare at your student and think about her when she's probably just thinking about the questions? Hmm… maybe she's thinking about me? Nah…pfft...why would she? God, I really hope she is thinking about me. Please, please, please be thinking about me now.'
Brittany stops thinking about it and looks up to see what Santana was doing, and she saw that the Latina was thinking really hard, and she couldn't help but think how Santana looks cute when her eyebrows are scrunching in so much focus.
'Awww, she looks so cute thinking really hard. Maybe she's thinking about me? Lol, nah… why would she think about me…ha...ha…ha.'
"Okay class, times up!" Santana says to the class, "you guys can hand in your papers tomorrow. Have a good evening. Bye!" Santana says to the class, and receives a few polite 'goodbyes'.
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Quinn and Brittany were the only ones left, and they both walked towards Santana, about to ask her a question.
"Hey, San?" Brittany's innocent voice rang in Santana's ears, and the Latina turned around, looking at them both, mostly at Brittany.
"We were wondering if you would want to come over this Saturday." Quinn asked.
Santana checked her phone for a second and turned to both of the blondes and nod with a small smile.
"Cool. Bye San." Quinn starts to walk away, before noticing that Brittany wasn't following. "You're not coming home, B?"
"No, I'm going to the library with San later." Brittany says, trying not to smile.
"Oh, okay." Quinn bites her lip, trying really hard to not smirk at how the Latina was smiling widely and how Brittany's attempt to try and not smile was failing; miserably. "Well, text me when you're coming home. Dinner might be ready at 7 or 8."
"Okay, bye Q." Brittany says.
"Bye, Quinnie." Santana says and waves her hand.
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They were in the library for almost two hours and it was almost 8 o'clock, but they both didn't seem to notice.
"Ah, shit." Santana said, "It's already seven-forty five. You should probably go home right now." Santana said, and helped the blonde pack her things.
Brittany pouts but nods her head nonetheless. They finally finished packing and Brittany thanks the Latina for helping her pack.
"I guess you're my ride?" Brittany asks, knowing the answer anyway.
"Yup! You're stuck with me, hot stuff." Santana exclaims, winking at an already blushing Brittany.
They left the library, and started walking towards the Latina's car.
"I never got to ask. But, do you live with you parents or do you own, like, your own place?" Brittany asks, as they walk.
"No, I don't live with them, so yeah, I got my own place. Why'd you ask?" Santana asked, as she takes out her car keys, as they get closer to her car.
"I was just wondering, because we've never really been over your place. Or I guess I've never been to your place…" Brittany trails off, and Santana was blushing at what the blonde said.
'Did she just say she wanted to come over my place, or has thought about coming over? Santana wonders to herself.' Santana wonders to herself.
"Well, Quinn has been over a few times. You guys could come over too, if you want." Santana shrugs, and unlocks her car, and they both get in.
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"What's your favorite song?" Brittany asks the next question. They were currently playing the 'question game' once again.
"Hmmm," Santana ponders, "I have a lot. But I think it would be 'Valerie' by Amy Winehouse." Santana says with a smile. "What about you? What's yours?"
Brittany smiles, "I don't really have a favorite song. I kind of have one each week or day, depending on my mood, I guess."
"Okay, so what's your favorite song for the week or day?"
"Pompeii by Bastille."
"That's a good one." Santana compliments.
Soon later, they were both outside of Brittany's apartment, and there was another moment of silence between them. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable silence.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow." Santana says.
Brittany nods and smiles slightly, "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." It was silent once again, and Brittany was the first to lean in and kiss Santana on the cheek, just like the other time.
Santana smiled and blushed a little, kissing Brittany on her nose, which caused the blonde to scrunch her nose up slightly, which Santana found adorable. The Latina pulled away, and booped her nose.
"Goodnight, Britt-Britt." Santana said in a soft voice.
"Goodnight, Sanny." Brittany says in an equally soft voice. She opens the car door, and closes it, and waves at Santana before making her way inside of her apartment.
They both thought that if kissing each other's cheeks was a tradition of theirs to say goodbye, then maybe goodbye wasn't such a bad thing after all.
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I was going to make them kiss for realz, but I second that, and just went with a cheek kiss, instead. I'm gonna take this story slow, but not too slow. & can we just say that Artie is a jerk? Anyways, what do you think will happen in the apartment once again? Also, will Britt be over Santana's house soon for some sexy time? Or will they be doing the frick frack in San's class? Heh, wanky ;) till next time chicas xx
