Thank God the M rating was created. This is very intense and reeeeeeeally sexual. I'm coming to the end of Season 1, so I'll soon be moving onto Season 2 after including the Summer after Season 1.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything to do with it. This is entirely fictional and in no way part of the show Glee. But if I did I would totally rock that show.
Chapter Seven: Pretending
It was the week of Sectionals, and the night I sang to Brittany wasn't talked of again between me and her. The next day at school Wheezy walked up to me, looking all sympathetic.
"Get out my way Wheezy" I said, clutching my notebook.
"Look Satan, I mean Santana, I only wanted to talk to you." She replied.
"'Bout what? I don't have any cupcakes." I smirked, I sometimes hated being a bitch, but I wasn't going to change. If Santana Lopez wasn't a bitch, she would be a no-one.
"Oh forget it Santana. I was only going to say I'm sorry about Puck" She exclaimed.
"Scuse me?" I whipped my head around, my left eyebrow arched so high it could be touching my hairline.
"You know, knocking up your best frie... Wait, didn't you know?" My heart was beating so fast. Shit. Brittany and Puck? What the fuck. When? Anger coursed through my veins, not out of jealousy for Puck, for Brittany. How could she do this to me?
"Brittany's pregnant!" I squeaked.
"Oh no Santana, not Brittany, Quinn. She found out a couple of days ago... I thought she would've told you." She answered, obviously scared by the expression pasted on my face. I stayed silent for a minute. Knowing I should be jealous. Obviously because Quinn hadn't told me, she wanted to keep it hush because she would be scared of my reaction. I had to snap into the Santana that everyone thought they knew.
"What the fuck! BITCH!" I balled my fists. I had to look bothered. I stormed out.
I headed towards the choir room, where I found Puck. I walked straight up to him, and slapped him as hard as I could. Brittany was standing in the door way, watching me - her expression unreadable.
"Yo babe! What the hell was that for!" Puck raised both his hands, innocently waving them over his head
"You slept. With Quinn." I stammered out, pretending to be angry.
"Ah shit, you heard. Who told you?" He honestly didn't look I cared about him, which I would've thought he would have thought, I might have been angry at him for that.
"Does it matter! How far along is she?" I snapped.
"Five weeks." He lowered his head in shame, then it clicked. When he and I were together, and he said he hadn't been cheating on me, he was. She was calling him.
"Que pendejo! Estoy a punto de ir a todas Lima Heights! ¿Sabes lo que pasa allí? Cosas malas!" I spat at him, his furrowed brow told me he didn't understand. I loved that I was bilingual. I could insult anyone and no-one would know. Britt knew I was angry when I started talking Spanish. This way it would conceal my feelings for her even more, pretending I had feelings for the cheating bastard standing infront of me. I stormed out the room, Brittany followed.
She spent the next two hours calming me down. I was angry I have to admit, the fact that I wasn't hot enough for him to be satisfied. It's not like I hadn't put out, I had - and that's what bothered me. He could've cheated five times over and I still wouldn't be pissed at the fact that he cheated. It was the thought that I wasn't enough, which kind of shattered my confidence. Britt placed an innocent kiss to my forehead, a wash of cool breezed over my body and I instantly calmed down.
A meeting was called at second break, one that didn't include the dwarf Rachel. Mercedes and Artie both said that all of us had a new objective, instead of keeping the information from me, which pissed me off even more, we now needed to keep the information away from midget. She'd just go off and tell Finn, and that would ruin our chance at sectionals considering he would flip out and not want to take part or whatever. We split off and after fifth period, me and Britt met at the top of the stairs, and walked down them. Both our arms in the same position, crossed tight over our chests. We walked past the choir room, overhearing Man-Hands saying that she suspected something going on between Quinn and Puck seeing as he rushed to her aid, a long with Finn, when she fell over in practice earlier.
I clicked on my phone, lighting up the screen. I pressed on Wheels' number and he picked up, apparently I had just been joined into a five-party phone call which included Brittany, Wheezy, Gay Kid, Singing Asian and Wheels. B picked up her phone around two seconds later and dialled in;
"We just heard. Who told?" I said.
"We assumed it was you." Wheels snapped, I wasn't amused by his tone but I held back, biting my tongue.
"Why would I do that?" I asked sarcastically, knowing I had plenty of reason but also knowing I didn't do it.
"To get back at Puck. Aren't you guys dating?" Gay Kid asked.
"Sex is not dating." I spat, highlighting the not. They obviously didn't know I hadn't slept with Puck in a while.
"If it were, Santana and I would be dating." Brittany cleared stated. I paused in my voice and step, not knowing what to say. Apparently no-one else did either. I flicked my eyes to a passing dork, and back to her, trying to move on the conversation. She looked innocent, so I stepped forward, she obviously was oblivious to what she just said.
"Look, I don't wanna rock the boat, since Quinn got pregnant, I'm top dog around here." I smirked. I was telling the truth. I liked being Queen Bitch, I mean I knew I always was - but Quinn was always wearing the tiara.
"Hold up. Rachel's walking by." The party line went silent. I stopped in my tracks, reaching my right arm across Brittany's breasts accidently. She stopped, staring at my arm. We listened intently;
"Hey hot mama." Mercedes said suspiciously, obviously trying to cover up the fact that we were talking about man-hands. I retracted my arm and stood there, arm across my body. Myself and Brittany were both standing in the exact same position.
"She's gone," Mercedes carried on, "I know I screwed up by telling all you guys about Quinn and Puck, and I feel really terrible about it, but we cannot let Rachel figure this out. If she tells Finn he's going to flip."
"And then we really have no chance at Sectionals." The Gay kid spoke, then the party line went silent. I turned my head to look at Britt, who was closing her phone, almost exactly at the same time I was. We both moved in sync, arms crossing together.
We carried on walking down the corridoor. I waited until everyone had gone to class before I tugged on her elbow, she halted immediately.
"San?"
"Britt, are you aware what you just told half of Glee Club?" I questioned.
"Well you said sex wasn't dating. We had sex. We're not dating. I was trying to back up your point about Puck."
"Yeah but it's different, we're girls. The same sex."
"So? Can't two girls date?"
I smiled, playfully pushing her. "Yeah Britt, they can. But we're not dating, we're hooking up."
"Then no problem." She beamed a beautiful smile at me. There was no way I could be angry at her, plus we had been seemingly ignored by them when she had let it out.
At Sectionals, we watched as the other two competitors performed out songs. The Glee kids gathered round in the Green Room after being called to a meeting by the Dwarf. Kurt spoke first;
"You leaked the setlist. You're just Sue Sylvester's little moles." He had his hands on his hips, very gay and non-threatening.
"I know for a fact that's true. She asked us to spy for her." Quinn walked in unannounced, completely blanking me as I narrowed my eyes at her. Britt was standing beside me innocently, hands cupped together by her stomach.
I let out a sigh of air, "Look we may still be Cheerios, but neither of us ever gave Sue the setlist." I had my arms crossed firmly, I didn't like being accused of something I hadn't done. Before I had finished shrugged, Brittany spoke;
"Well... I did, but I didn't know what she was going to do with it." She looked at me with a pained look. Her actions were unintentional, and weren't done to hurt the group. I looked at her, knowing the Glee Club would be pissed - but I shot her a sympathetic look. Wheezy took a gasp of air and brought her sausage hand up to her face. I decided to seize this moment to back up mine and Britt's faithfulness to the club.
"Look, believe what you want," I walked around the table to stand in the middle of the room, facing the rest of Glee;
"But no-ones forcing me to be here." I paused as I stood by a lampshade on a really ugly table. I was stood infront of Matt and Mike, who were sitting on sofa's directly infront of me.
"If you ever tell anyone this I'll deny it," I rolled my eyes, knowing I would regret what I was about to say;
"I like being in Glee Club." Man-Hands stood there, open mouthed, not sure what to say.
"It's the best part of my day okay? I wasn't gonna go and mess it up." I removed my eyes from anyone in the room, knowing I was vulnerable. I carried on walking back around the sofa towards the wall where Rachel was leaning, and sat down on the nearby chair. I turned my head to her, where I could feel a gaze.
"I believe you." She uttered. Completely honest. I had never got on with Berry, and she was annoying as hell - but if we had born in the same social circle, I could possibly be friends with her. No-one would ever know that though. She then carried on to discuss what songs we were going to sing, taking lead as always. I turned to Brittany, still standing in the same position, looking innocent and ashamed of her actions. I gave her a smile, and she immediately cheered up.
We all decided on songs to sing and we got ready. Berry started by singing 'Don't Rain on My Parade'. She had one hell of a voice. I performed the background vocals in You Can't Always Get What You Want and danced. I was the second best female dancer, infront of Singing Asian and behind Brittany, who was flawless in her dance moves, well not just in that. In general she flawless. We all listened in to the judges comments on the performances afterwards. One of the rival choir directors, the one with all the black kids that could totally kick my ass, despite me coming from Lima Heights, came to confess her duplicity to the judges. However the judges had already decided. Just like I always knew, we won. We were all jumping around for joy, celebrating. I linked my pinky with Brittany's and she embraced me, my nose was buried into the crook of her neck.
That set the tone for the night. We got back to her house and she pushed Lord Tubbington, her incredibly overweight cat. She pushed me back slightly, so we were face to face. Her breath smelt of strawberries and roses, combined together. She kissed me, harder than usual. Her tongue probing into mine as her hands quickly found the skin under my Cheerios top. Her kisses were so sweet, I could kiss her forever. Her finger tips slowly moved down to my thigh, removing my skirt and top, before doing the same to herself. Her finger traced up my thigh to my stomach firmly before reaching my bra. My breath quickened, and as her lips moved to my neck, I whispered into her ear;
"Don't pretend."
"I'm not," she whispered, "I'm not pretending. I want you."
Her hand traced further up my thigh until it was resting on the bottom part of my underwear. She traced the line of them slowly with two fingers.
"So badly."
She leaned forward and kissed me, like before, starting slowly, then getting harder and more urgent. I shut my eyes, letting my head swim, just wanting to feel her touching me rather than seeing it. I didn't know if this was just sex anymore; I just wanted it to happen. She pulled at my knickers and I raised my hips for her, letting her roll them slowly down my thighs. Her touched softened, more like the caress she'd started with. I kept my eyes closed, letting my mouth mould into hers. I could feel her weight on me as she spread my legs. I could feel her hand; she was touching herself, making small groaning noises. I grabbed her wrist and removed it, I replaced her hand with my own, rubbing my thumb pad over her swollen clit. She moaned into my mouth, I knew I was doing the right thing.
She kissed down my jawline, down the crook in my neck. She butterfly kissed down my toned tanned stomach until she reached my mound. She pressed her warm lips to my folds, I instantly shivered, I must have been soaking down there. She brought up her hand, one clutching my hand and the other pressing against my core. She slid herself into me. I could feel my pupils dilating. My skin felt electric and my breath was heavy. Her tongue flicked my clit, sending stars to my eyes. She kept running her tongue along my folds and clit, faster, then slower. Teasing me. I grabbed a head of hair and pushed down as my back arched. I felt the stars about to explode and they did. A shot sent right up my spine, fireworks went off in my bed. Then my body went limp. She kissed back up my body and I kissed her lips, tasting myself on them. I licked the outside of her lips, and she shuddered. She smiled into the next kiss. She lay underneath my arm, snuggling into me.
After we had both had a nap, she was tired from the work and I was recovering from my overpowering orgasm, I placed my hand behind her back - undoing her bra. I pushed it down her arms gently and tossed it to the side. She lay still, pretending to be asleep. I slid my fingers under her right breast, and began slowly caressing her nipple. I lifted up her breast gently, clasping it and then tracing its outline with my index finger. I could feel her nipple growing under my touch, and when I ran my thumb around it - she shivered. I knew she was awake. I pressed myself close to her, running my hand across her chest. Her breath was quickening as the back of my hand touched her nipple. We looked at each other dreamily and began to kiss. It was so passionate, so gentle and so innocent. Our eyes were locked onto each other, we didn't need to see a word. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, even when Britt shifted and I could feel her hot centre against my thigh. Our bodies were in sync, our feelings expressed through this sexual closeness. We were two friends, two best friends, hungrily searching and exploring each other, discovering the unknown parts of other, adding to the love we obviously already had. We made love, it was amazingly intense, emotionally and physically. I loved her. The girl in front of me. I loved her in every possible way and the time I had spent with her over the last few years had been amazing.
The next day at school we acted completely normally again. However, we were touching more. We linked pinkies several times. We arranged a date with Finn after Coach had enlisted us to seduce him. He had broken up with the dwarf so we went to Breadsticks. It wasn't fun and I actually asked him to leave his credit card and go wait in the car he was that boring. Even though we had told him me and Britt would make out in front of him - I mean who wouldn't want to see that? Plus it was a bonus for me.
After Mr Schue told all of us that Sue was blackmailing Principle Figgins to let the Cheerios have exclusive use of the auditorium, so he would have to find another choir room, me and Britt linked pinkies out. We walked home together and said goodbye at the corner, my mom was home and so was hers. My mom had recently questioned me about Brittany, wondering why we spent so much time together. I got scared, so I invited Puck over, kissing him conveniently in front of my mom, who didn't look pleased. We went up to my room. After a serious making out session we started undressing, after a good ten minutes of sex, he spoke;
"I forgot how hard you come, Santana," he gasped, as my faked convulsions subsided for the moment. "When you come, you COME, eh?"
"Mmm," I replied, as I shifted back up to face him, my breasts in front of his mouth.
He began kissing my nipples again, and tugged them gently. I slid my legs around him and tucked my ankle behind his arse. We moved together for a while. I tried to feel something with him, I didn't want to have these feelings for Britt, she didn't feel the same. She was now dating another jock, God knows his name.
"God, you're close again, I can feel you," he breathed in my ear, as I gribbed his back and pretending to hold on for deal life.
"Fuck... that feels... good." I had to find a replacement for shit. I lied to him, hoping feelings would come if I pretended. He pulled me closer, holding my hips as he slid me up and down his cock. We paused for a second and I pretended, again, to catch my breath. He left shortly afterwards, giving me a kiss on the cheek goodbye.
