AN: Thanks so much for reviews, and for continuing to read!
This chapter's for Wolf1337, for quite possibly the most enthusiastic review I've ever received in my life :)
As always your suggestions are being noted, and I'll try to work them in a little further along.
The next day during American History, Brittany was surprised when Mr Pott called her up to the front, "Brittany, could you come over here please?"
Santana leant forward in her seat, her essay suddenly forgotten, anxious to see why Britt was called up there.
Brittany watched Santana's eyes glitter with interest as the teacher passed her a note. When she continued to just stand there as he motioned for her to read it.
Santana was on pins, the note could be all kinds of bad, and she wanted nothing more than to run up to the front, snatch it from Brittany's hands, and make whatever it was all okay.
As the blonde continued to stare intently at said note, as if it contained millennia old hieroglyphics she was trying to decipher, Mr Pott finally lost his patience, standing up to speak quietly to the blonde before leading her over to the door.
Looking back over her shoulder Brittany could see Santana, who was ramrod straight, neck craned, hands flat against the desk, halfway between standing and sitting, her face screaming WTF? It was all she could do to give her an apologetic glance, before she was ushered out of the room.
Brittany knocked on Ms Pilsbury's door and stepped inside.
"Brittany!" Ms Pilsbury exclaimed, her eyes bugging even wider than usual, "Mr Pott said you left History over half an hour ago, where have you been?"
Brittany dropped herself down in the vacant seat across the desk and shrugged "I got lost, and then I forgot what I was looking for, so I couldn't ask for directions, so I decided to find Santana because she always knows where I should be, and then I saw your door on the way there and remembered!" she finished with a proud little nod.
"Well…" Emma searched the desk in front of her, unsure of how to continue, "You're here now" she managed with a weak smile.
"And actually Ms P. I'm glad you invited me over, because there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about" the blonde confessed ominously.
The guidance counsellor pushed down the tiny spark of hope that jumped into her chest…it is Brittany after all. She just nodded enthusiastically for the girl to continue.
"Well…" Brittany began, her tone uncertain, "It's kind of personal, and I'm not meant to tell, but I've thought about it, and a lot has happened these last few days and well…I think you could maybe help, even if Santana says you do still have your V-card."
Ms Pilsbury floundered to fill the uncomfortable pause. Brittany began to look confused.
"What is a V-card by the way? I think the guy at Walmart asked if I wanted one, one time…"
"OhhhKay, Brittany" the counsellor cut her off and reached for her hand sanitizer.
"You said you needed help with something" she offered hopefully – if Brittany was ready to confide in her about her relationship with Santana, the compulsory counselling Figgins had insisted on for the girls was going to be so much easier than she had thought.
"I do" Brittany confirmed, then glancing around she leaned forward in her seat conspirationally, "Although it's not for me…it's for my cat" she whispered, her face stoic, as if she'd just whispered a piece of top secret information into an enemy ear.
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"Compulsory counselling?" Santana practically shrieked as she came flying out of Miss Pilsbury's office, making a beeline towards hers and Brittany's locker, where sure enough the blonde was waiting.
Leaning against the cool metal of her locker door, Brittany took in the small tornado of tanned skin, raven locks, and Spanish curse words that was currently her girlfriend.
"S. calm down" she interrupted, placing a hand around the other girls bicep.
Begrudgingly, Santana let the wave of calm that was just Brittany wash over her, forcing a few lung fulls of air into herself. She could not think of anything worse than being forced to spend time with the ginger humanized version of Bambi.
Finally regaining control she managed to meet Brittany's eyes, "Sorry" she mumbled in a hushed voice, she did after all have a rep to maintain, "You okay BrittBritt?"
The blonde gave her a soft smile that melted her heart as she nodded and linked their pinkies together.
"Okay, we'll talk about the ginger virgin-mary later, right now we better go to class, want me to walk you?"
Again Brittany nodded enthusiastically, and Santana couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.
As they headed towards Brittany's next period, Santana used the hand that was not occupied holding pinkies with the blonde's and pulled out her phone to tap out a quick message.
Sanny:
Love you B.
After they'd parted ways with a quick hug, and Brittany had planted a stealthy ninja kiss on the side of Santana's neck, the blonde dancer plonked down in her seat next to Becky, giving the other girl a warm smile.
As she pulled out her books for the class, she noticed her phone was flashing and quickly pulled it out. Reading the text she quickly typed a reply,
BrittBritt:
Love you too S.
With a smile still plastered to her face Brittany pushed her phone back into her book back, then turned to Becky, flashing the girl her best charming smile as she asked to copy her homework.
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By the time Glee came around Brittany was practically bouncing on the spot, she hadn't had her last two classes with Santana, and was desperate to see her girlfriend again.
She was perched on the end of her usual seat the choir room, her eyes trained to the door, while the others milled around, preparing for practise. Mike and Tina were talking animatedly by the piano, Rachel and Quinn were also chatting easily, sitting side by side in the front row.
Brittany smiled at the friendship the two seemed to have found. Quinn had been her friend since middle school, and she did like Rachel (my headband was awesome) and hoped this meant they could all hang out together soon.
Her attention was drawn back to the door as the girl she had been waiting for strides in, her raven hair flying behind her, and her lips pursed into a scowl.
Seeing the look on Santana's face as she plonked into the seat next to Brittany, the rest of the Glee club were quick to avert their eyes and look anywhere at the pissed Latina. Brittany found it almost comical sometimes how people found Santana so scary.
Brittany could read the Latina like an open book, and although she definitely looked like she wanted to cut a bitch, the way her lips tugged down slightly, and her chin was held just a little lower than usual, told her otherwise. She reached her hand out into the other girls lap and linked their pinkies, allowing herself a little smile as she felt the brunette's shoulders relax a little.
"Why are you a sad little panda?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"Not sad Britt." the Latina replied half-heartedly.
"Fine, and I'm not Brittany S. Pierce" the blonde shot back, angling her body ever so slightly away from the other girl. She had done the set up and so… she waited, feeling slightly mean, but ultimately, she knew Santana had something to say, and this was the only way to get it out… well, the only way that was suitable for use in public.
"B.," Santana hissed, suddenly alarmed by the lack of attention she was receiving. The last thing she wanted to do was piss her girlfriend off. Realising that she was going to have to talk about her feelings – something she had been doing too much of lately, she promptly bit the bullet.
"BrittBritt" she kept her voice low, and was pleased that it was barely audible above the rabble of the other glee kids chatting amongst themselves. "I'm just…" she trailed off. Annoyed at herself she tried again.
"I'm not sad, my Papi called me, and he's going away to Paris this weekend with my Mami…at first I thought he was calling to tell me I was going too…cuz you know, it's his birthday…turns out they'll be gone when I get back…not that I care. I like it better that way." She quickly fixed her eyes on the two Asians dancing by the piano, and concentrated on breathing, and not letting her face give away the hurt she was truly feeling.
"Baby" Brittany breathed quietly, scooting her chair closer to Santana's, "I know you were super excited about your Papi's birthday, and you were gonna make the cake and…"
"Britt, don't" Santana cut her off, not harshly, but she just didn't want to hear about all the plans she'd had, how stupid she'd been to think she'd finally get to spend some time with her father…that he'd finally want to spend sometime with her.
Seeing her girlfriend lost in thought, Brittany automatically laced their fingers and leaned her head down to rest on a tan shoulder.
"I'm sorry about your Papi Sanny" she offered apologetically, knowing there was nothing else she could really say, this was typical of Santana's parents, and Brittany knew that all she could do was distract the brunette, and show her she was loved.
"Come and stay with us for a few days" the blonde offered, "My parents will be real happy to see you, and I mean you basically stay with us always because you sleep in my bed almost every night anyway, so it's just the same…"
Santana couldn't help but smile at how cute her girlfriend was being, she knew the dancer was trying desperately to find a way to make her feel better, and despite the situation it was hard not to feel pleased that she cared so much.
She titled her head to rest on a blonde one, a small smile pulling at her lips, "Sounds like fun B., we'll get my bags after school okay?"
Brittany nodded, causing Santana's head to jiggle on top of hers and both girls laughed. Neither of them realised that they now had several pairs of eyes trained on them in utter shock.
"Did she just…"
"Oh my god, was that…"
"Did Satan just…laugh?" Mercedes finally managed to splutter out.
Santana instantly flew back in her seat, pulling her body and her hand away from Brittany's.
"I was coughing wheezy, Jesus…" she spat, giving the room a characteristic eye roll.
Luckily Mr Schue walked in, before things could be taken any further, and quickly called the class to order.
As he began scribbling out their next assignment on the whiteboard, Santana silently thanked cheesus that the spotlight seemed to have been diverted from them.
One thing was for certain; her and Brittany were definitely going to have to be more careful.
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