A/N: Alright, so here's chapter nine, guys, hope you like this one, mwah!
-B
"Well just help me. The red or the blue?"
"I really don't care, just pick one."
"Which looks better?"
"Holy shit, Kieran! Just pick a damn shirt!"
You glance towards the stairs and then look back at your freshman class textbook, dropping your chin into your hand as you read over the page. The class was already moving onto Astronomy and personally that's one of your favorite subjects to teach. It's just different from the regular sciences and it's actually really fun.
You flip the page and continue to read as the two teenagers come down from getting ready for a party.
"You're sure the red one?" Kieran mumbles and you glance over at him as the two walk into the kitchen. You look over his clothes, skinny khakis, a red shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and brown canvas shoes; arching a brow when he brushes the front of his shirt for the fifth time.
"How hard is it to choose?" Santana groans, grabbing a glass of water, "They're the exact same shirt just two different colors."
"I was just asking which you prefer." Kieran shoots back and you mumble under your breath. "Britt, does the red go or should I wear that navy blue one?"
You lift your gaze and drop your hand from supporting your head, giving him a bored look, "I really don't care. I'm working."
Kieran throws his arms up in defeat and spins around to head back up the stairs.
You shake your head at his retreating figure and return your focus to the chapter. You get through to the next page when you feel Santana staring at you. You slowly look at her and she smiles in amusement.
"What, I'm working!" you whine and she chuckles, nodding and moving around the island to take the stool beside you.
"Is it for my class?"
"My freshmen."
She hums and leans closer to look over the textbook, grimacing at the chapter, "I hated astronomy."
"How can you hate astronomy?" you gasp, "It's so interesting."
"It's really not." She shakes her head, taking a sip of her water. You scoff and open your laptop, opening your freshmen lesson folder.
You glance back at her as she watches what's going on, on the screen, and hold back a laugh, "Shouldn't you be helping Kieran?"
Santana glances over and rolls her eyes, "If I have to spend one more minute with that boy arguing over what shirt he should wear, I'm going to snap." She tells you pointedly and you grin.
"He just wants to look good for you."
"I don't care how he dresses. I care about how long it takes him. I'm always ready at least fifteen minutes before him."
"Is that right?" you ask, looking over her. She shifts and nods, sighing as she holds her chin in her hand. "I'm having trouble believing that."
"I prep beforehand. It takes me ten minutes to do my hair and another ten for makeup. Then I throw my clothes on. Not that hard."
"Mhm…" you trail off skeptically and Santana bumps your arm with her elbow, making you laugh. "Okay, okay."
"I don't even want to go to this lame party." She mumbles and you frown, turning on the stool to face her fully.
"Why not? You're a teenager and every teenager like to party."
"So not true."
"Okay, the majority of teenagers like to party."
"Yeah but I'm not the majority." She says, turning her head to rest her cheek in her hand while looking at you, "Honestly I'd rather just hang out with you and look over this stuff." She waves her other hand towards your laptop and textbook as you smile gently at her.
"This isn't how I'm spending my Saturday night." You watch her brows furrow in confusion and you chuckle, "I'm not that lame. I'm meeting some friends for drinks after dropping you two off because Derek is stuck at work." You finish with an eye roll.
Santana just grins and stares while you move your knee and turn her stool.
"You're such a child." She laughs, turning back around and you shrug with a playful glint in your eye. You hold each other's gaze for a good minute before Santana's smile turns shy and her eyes drop to her lap. You feel your smile grow at her sudden shyness and feel your cheeks heat up when she looks at you through her lashes.
You take a breath and Santana tilts her head, her smile growing once again before it disappears from her face as you jump.
"Okay!"
Santana looks over your shoulder and you turn on the stool to look at Kieran entering the kitchen and holding his hands on his hips.
"The blue is better, right?" he asks the two of you and you shrug carelessly as Santana pinches the bridge of her nose. "Do we want to go now?" he asks.
You glance at the time and nod. Half an hour before you are supposed to meet everyone. Now is as good a time as any.
"If you're ready then yeah, we can go." You tell him and close your laptop as well as your teachers textbook. You side glance Santana as she reluctantly slides off the stool, and offer a faint smile as you pack your things in your large tote bag.
Kieran and Santana head to the door and you follow while pulling out your keys and making sure all the lights in the house are off. You unlock your truck as the three of you step out onto the porch and the teenagers head over while you lock up the boy's house with your copy of the key.
You open the door and get behind the wheel, arching a brow at Kieran climbing into the back.
"What?" he asks with a smile.
You make a whipped sound and Kieran rolls his eyes with a faint blush as Santana shifts beside you with the hint of a smile as she glances your way.
"Okay, first things first." You say as you turn the truck on and pull it into reverse, "How are you getting back from the party?"
"I thought you were picking us up." Kieran says and you widen your eyes.
"You never asked me that!"
Your nephew starts to laugh and Santana looks behind her at him, shaking her head, "You're an ass." She comments as you narrow your eyes at him using the review mirror.
"I was just kidding, babe."
Santana shakes her head and sits properly as you look back at Kieran, "So?" you ask and he nods.
"Sam's letting me crash at his place and Santana," he pauses, looking at her with a frown, "Kurt's driving you back, right?"
She nods and you look over her subtly with a faint grin before glancing at Kieran and nodding, "Okay, good. Just know that you can call me if you need to."
"About time your sorry ass got here!"
Rachel slides off her stool and grabs your arm, pulling you back to the bar when she spots you walking in, and you chuckle, letting yourself be dragged over to your friends.
"Already a few martini's in I see, eh, Rach?" you tease as you take the stool beside Quinn, Rachel settling on her left. "Q." you greet, holding back a smirk, as the blonde lifts her beer in reply. You let out a laugh and turn, leaning forwards to call the bartenders attention.
"Do my eyes deceive me or is teacher of the year, Ms. Brittany Pierce actually taking a night off to relax?"
Your eyes roll as you give the muscular man a fond smile, "Nice to see you too, Puckerman."
Puck grins his boyish grin and drapes a dish towel over his shoulder before picking up a glass and filling it with your preference of beer.
"It's been a while, how's my favorite blonde?" he asks and places the glass in front of you. You wrap your hands around it as you shrug, your lips twitching in amusement when he drops his shoulders with a pointed look.
"Excuse me?" Quinn gasps, glaring harmlessly at Puck.
"You're my favorite hazel eyed blonde. Britt is my favorite blue eyed blonde. Just like Rach is my favorite Jewish Princess." He send the short brunette a playful wink and you snort while taking a gulp of beer.
"Same old Noah." You say with a smile as you lower your glass. Quinn chuckles and Puck rolls his eyes, looking to the side when someone calls for another shot.
"So where's my boy, Finn?" Puck asks before moving down the bar to deal with the other customers.
When there is no reply you look at Quinn who shrugs, and then the both of you look over at Rachel playing with the straw of her martini.
"Rach?" Quinn asks.
"Mhm?"
You chuckle quietly at her thoughtful expression as she stares at the counter, and pick up a peanut from the little dish on the counter, hitting her in the middle of her forehead with it. Rachel jumps and sends you a look to which you rest your elbows on the counter and tilt your head towards Puck, who had just rejoined the three of you.
"What?"
"Where's Finn?" Puck laughs and Rachel blushes faintly.
"Oh, sorry…" she mumbles before straightening her back and wetting her lips, "He should be here any minute. You know him. He's always late."
"More so than Brittany." Quinn nods in agreement and you arch a brow, reaching for another peanut. "Don't even think about it." You drop the nut in the bowl with a pleased smirk and wrap your hand around your glass, lifting it to your lips just as Finn walks over, squeezing into the space between you and Quinn with a grin.
"Get out of here, loser." You laugh, pushing him back.
Finn chuckles and takes the empty stool on your other side, doing a little handshake with Puck who slides him a bottle of beer, "So what did I miss?"
"Before we got on the topic of your whereabouts, we were discussing how Britt is a workaholic." Puck says, resting his hands on the counter while Finn nods slowly in agreement, lowering his bottle.
"Yeah, you're kind of like Schuester with how invested in your kids you are." Finn mumbles with a wince and your jaw drops as Quinn, Rachel, and Puck burst out laughing.
"Schuester was borderline pedophile, I am not." You state firmly, picking up a peanut. You throw it at Quinn, wiping under her eyes as she continues to have a fit, and scowl at Rachel and Puck until they stop laughing. "You'd better shut your trap, caboosey."
Quinn gasps sharply, glaring at you and you arch a challenging bow as Puck snorts, Rachel hiding her growing smile by wrapping her lips around her martini straw.
"Alright, I didn't mean to start a fight." Finn grins, putting his hand on your shoulder.
You huff and spin back around to face the bar, taking a gulp of your beer, "Whatever, let's change the topic."
"I agree. Change it to something like, I don't know, what the hell is going on with you two?" Puck asks with a wicked grin, looking between Finn and Rachel. You bite your lip and glance at Rachel as she tenses, Finn shifting awkwardly. "Oh come on, you guys. We all know something's going on."
"Nothing is going on, Noah." Rachel says as you and Quinn wait patiently.
"Babe, I'm not an idiot."
"Seriously, dude, just forget about it." Finn mumbles and Puck throws his hands up.
"What? You're both so quiet and nervous and shit and-"
"Puck, let's just stay out of it." You say, Quinn nodding in agreement. Puck gives you a look and you shrug. "Or don't."
"Brittany!"
"What?" you hold a hand out, looking at Rachel, "Look, it's true, we all know something is going on. I mean I know a bit and I'm sure Quinn does as well, and Puck knows something is going on, so stop with all the secretive shit and just let it all go."
You look away from Rachel and to Finn who glances up from his beer with a slight frown. It's quiet as everyone looks around at each other before Finn sighs and rubs the back of his neck, "We broke up. Like a few weeks ago."
"You broke up!" you exclaim, looking at Rachel who is glaring at Finn.
"Sorry, Rach, but they're right. Now it won't be a huge secret and we can just move on." He mumbles.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you actually broke up." You frown before looking at Quinn, "Did you know?"
"No one told me but I kind of figured." She shrugs, "I mean, usually they're all over each other in the teachers' lounge but you barely see them together anymore."
"Thank you very much, Quinn, for speaking as though we're not right here." Rachel scoffs and you let out a sigh, shaking your head in slight surprise as you grab your glass. You really didn't expect them to break up, even though Rachel had told you there was someone else on her radar, or more so didn't deny it…actually she did just not in a convincing way. You thought she'd tell you before she was going to break it off. Maybe Finn broke it off instead. You tilt your head in thought and blink repeatedly, looking at Puck when he snaps in front of you with a grin.
"There she is." He jokes and you swat his hand away from your face.
"What do you want?"
"I asked if there was anything exciting going on with your love life."
Your smile falters as your mind shifts to Santana, and you clear your throat, shaking your head as you put on a faint smile, "If something was going on I'm sure you'd already know." You tell them and lift your beer to your lips.
A/N: So you met the boys in Britt's friend group. Four McKinley graduates are now teaching at their school, and Puck owns a bar.
In regards to Faberry being a thing, I don't know if I'm leaning that way or not; but if you guys wanted it then maybe I could incorporate it?
-B
