Thank you once again for the reviews =). They make me so happy! And it's comforting to know that a chapter doesn't have to be overloaded with smutt to be enjoyable but can focus on developing Brittany and Santana's relationship. If they just got together all the time I'd run out of things for them to do before Glee Season 1 and 2!

So, this next chapter's purpose was to develop Santana a bit more and her relationship with Quinn, Puck and, of course, Brittany. Hope you enjoy it!


Quinn Fabray.

Head Cheerleader. President of the Celibacy Club. Girlfriend of a football player.

Well, the last two are kind of boring so let's focus on the first. How can a freshman be so frickin' lucky enough to be head cheerleader already? Maybe obesity really is on the up-rise… or someone has a rich Daddy…

Either way, Quinn had to be one of the most popular girls in school at the moment. Those lower on the food-chain would literally move out of her way when she strutted down the hall. You'd think she was Sue Sylvester or something. Guess her bitchy attitude helped. Quinn was bad at confrontation though and all Santana needed was one dirty secret about Quinn to be able to overthrow her. Then she could be head cheerleader. That sounded better.

However, until then, she better befriend the girl and harvest some of her power. She would settle for second in command this year. And Quinn wasn't that bad… was she?

"Finn said he wanted to hang out with Puck this Friday night," Quinn explained as she 'spot-checked' her face in the mirror. Santana was lying on her bed flicking through a magazine. "Had to put an end to that. Friday night is meant to be our night and we need to be seen out together more if we want to be the 'IT' couple at school."

"Mhmm." Santana was barely listening; she had left the conversation at the mention of Finn's name. How that boy annoyed her…

"I told him he had to break it off or I will break him off," Quinn carried on. "You understand though, don't you, Santana? If you had a boyfriend you'd want to spend all your time with him, right?"

"Okay first of all, I'm dating Puckerman," Santana spat defensively. "And second of all, do you even like Finn? Aren't you only using him for popularity?"

"Finn's… sweet," Quinn replied. "I like being with him."

"No you don't," Santana argued. "How can you? He's shaped like some sort of overfilled pastry bag; he literally offends my eyes. And he doesn't treat you right."

"What do you mean?" Quinn spun round on her chair and faced Santana who rolled her eyes. Did they really need to share a moment together right now? She was hoping to go home soon.

"Look, you have a football player on your arm because it makes you feel good, and you chose Finn because he's bound to make quarterback next year. But Finn himself doesn't make you feel good. He never compliments you; tells you that you look pretty. You're bound to end up cheating on him with someone who makes you feel more attractive… I would."

"No, Finn loves me!"

"Whatever. It's not like I care."

Santana's phone buzzed next to her. She looked at her phone and saw a text from Brittany reading, "What you up to? I'm bored. Come mine? xxx"

"Just at Quinn's - be there in five x," Santana texted back.

Santana rose from the bed and grabbed her bag off the floor.

"Look Quinn," Santana said. "I don't care what you do but just don't go deluding yourself that yours and Finn's relationship is anything more than it is. You've found a guy who's just as frigid and popular as yourself, congratulations. But don't pretend that he's the answer to all your problems. I know you think you still look fat."

Quinn looked saddened by this remark. Deep down Santana knew Quinn was just as self-conscious as herself. Santana crossed her arms; she was beginning to get annoyed.

"I've got to go," Santana stated. "Britts needs me."

Santana shot out of the house before she would inevitably reduce Quinn to tears. She didn't regret anything she said though – she was just being honest and Quinn needed to know how she was being perceived. Maybe the fat thing was too far though? Santana rolled her eyes and took her phone out.

"BTW, you don't look fat," she text Quinn. "Calling you fat would be like calling Rachel Berry tall. x"

"Thanks… I think."

"I mean it. Maybe I'll get Puck to have another house party? Then you could parade with Finnosaur in front of the school? x"

"Great idea! Thanks, Santana. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Let me know what Puck says!"

Santana cut through the park to Brittany's house and began to text Puck.

"Party at yours. Friday. Invite everyone. Get lots of alcohol."

"What's in it for me?" came Puck's reply.

"Me ;) drunk and stupid."

"Am on it."

Santana returned her phone to her pocket – or the space between her cheerio's skirt and hip would be more accurate - and eventually arrived at Brittany's house. She had slept here so many times that she could practically call it home so she walked straight through the front door and marched into Brittany's room uninvited. Brittany was sat on her bed, phone in one hand and stroking her cat, Lord Tubbingtons with the other. She nearly jumped when Santana burst through the door.

"Quinn Fabray, who does she think she is?" Santana ranted, pacing up and down the room. "She thinks she's so good with Finn Hudson - like she's the only one who can get a football player! Then she pretends she's better than us all just because her parents give a shit about her and paid Coach off. She won't even admit it but I know it's true! And don't even get me started on how painstakingly insecure she is…"

Brittany grabbed Santana's hand to stop her walking up and down. She was beginning to get whiplash watching her seethe and Lord Tubbingtons had already left the room in disgust at the unwanted commotion. Brittany knelt up on her bed as Santana kept bitching and immediately pressed her lips hard against Santana's. Santana fell numb against her lips and responded by simply placing her hand on Brittany's cheek. Their lips remained firmly pressed against each other's for five seconds before Brittany pulled away and smiled.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Much," Santana breathed.

"Can we leave Quinn and her troubles for another night?"

"Sure."

"I know you secretly like her anyway."

"Do not!"

Brittany remained kneeling on the bed, shuffling back slightly as Santana sat down. She then returned her lips to Santana's with a short peck. Santana, still feeling frustrated after being at Quinn's, returned the kiss with an even deeper one. It was forceful and knocked Brittany slowly back against the mattress. Santana bit her lower lip and placed both her hands on Brittany's cheerio's top. They really needed to change outfits after school. Or at least take their outfits off…

Santana glided her hands up and down Brittany's sides and kissed her exposed stomach. She then kissed up Brittany's ribs, pulling the cheerio's top up with her until it was high enough for her to yank it off completely.

She then looked down to see Brittany wearing a blue bra. They had picked it out together on one of their shopping tips. It was so hot. Brittany looked slightly uncomfortable at this rash action as they had never sexually undressed each other; making-out fully clothed had always been the furthest they'd gone. But right now Santana wanted more. To Brittany's relief, she proceeded by taking off her own cheerio's top revealing a red bra; it was slightly worn from where Puck had pulled at its ribbons with his teeth.

Santana laid her chest flat against Brittany's stomach and grinded herself up until she reached Brittany's lips with her own. The movement was erotic and caused Santana to groan against Brittany's lips. She was so turned on; coming round had definitely been a good idea.

Since Santana kissed Brittany outside Breadstick's a couple of weeks ago, there had been plenty of make-out sessions between the girls. It was just accepted as part of their friendship now – if they wanted someone to fool around with and couldn't find a guy, why not use each other? It made perfect sense to Santana. And taking their tops off was just the next logical step. Brittany had a flawless body. And great abs. And…

Santana suddenly jumped up as something vibrated against her skirt. Her phone. She held her arm in front of Brittany to tell her to stay still as she checked it. It was a text from Quinn.

"What did Puck say?" it read.

Santana deleted the text and tossed her phone to the edge of the bed. She tried to resume her position over Brittany but it was too late.

"Who was it?" Brittany asked, sitting up.

"Just Quinn. Puck's having a party this Friday," explained Santana. Brittany excitedly squealed. "Yeah, it's so Quinn can flaunt that ghastly Finn around."

Santana leaned her head in to kiss Brittany but she pulled away slightly.

"Why are you always at Quinn's house?"

"I told you, I'm her second in command," Santana replied. "Being her friend makes me more popular."

"Can I join?" Brittany asked.

"Totally. I just didn't ask because I thought you'd find it boring."

"But then I'd be more popular!"

"Mhmm."

"And then you'd spend more time with me…"

Santana folded her arms as Brittany leant down off the bed and retrieved her cheerio's top. Oh, the moment was definitely over now. Stupid Quinn. This is why no one should talk during. Such a turn off. She'd have to make sure to turn her phone off next time.

"I'm spending time with you now," Santana groaned as Brittany got off the bed. She wanted to get her mack on!

Brittany nodded her head.

"Good then you can help me with my homework," Brittany replied. She threw Santana's top at her. "I really don't want to have to go to summer school."

"Fine." Santana put her top back on.

Brittany laid back down on the bed holding her Spanish book and a pen. Santana laid down next to her making sure her lips lingered just by her cheek. She breathed out slowly.

"What do you need help with?" she asked.

"Don't," Brittany groaned.

"What?"

"You're using your bed voice."

Santana laughed; Brittany knew her too well.

"And you've got your lust eyes on."

"I've got lust eyes?" Santana questioned. She breathed out slowly. "Sorry Brittany, I'll stop. But for every question you get right now, I get at least two minutes of kissing."

"Deal."

"So, what do you need help with then?"


The next day word about Puck's party that night had already spread to the entire Freshman year. Puck knew quite a few people to ensure he would be able to supply a limitless amount of beer. How had he been able to arrange everything so fast with such short notice? Clearly the promise of some Santana loving gets you motivated. It certainly helped Brittany with her homework last night.

Santana had pretty much got through the next day of school like any other. She followed Quinn with Brittany, made a few jibes at passerbys and even got through cheerio's practise without feeling like she was about to puke.

Now, however, she was being dropped off at Puck's house by Mrs Fabray. Quinn and Brittany were with her too; they had got ready at Quinn's house where they would be spending the night. Santana was wearing a tight top and skirt, as was Brittany but hers was in a different style.

As they walked through the front door nearly all the guys turned around to admire them. Santana winked at one of the guys as she passed and grabbed Brittany's pinkie. Quinn led them to the kitchen where they supplied themselves with boozes and Quinn found Finn talking to Puck.

"You look lovely tonight, Quinn," Puck said. Quinn smiled but Finn looked slightly confused. The interaction was awkward; did Puck not even see Santana? She kicked him lightly in the shin.

"And you look smokin' tonight as always," Puck said. He tried to kiss Santana but she stopped him by pressing her finger against his lips.

"Alcohol. Now. Please," she said. "And don't forget Britts."

Puck looked past Santana to see Brittany, still holding her hand. Looking her up and down, he then turned around and started mixing drinks for them.

"Want to go upstairs?" he asked Santana as he handed her and Brittany a drink.

"After seeing you checking out Quinn like that?" Santana asked. "Doubt you'll ever get me that drunk again."

Santana immediately left the room with Brittany and scowled out a spot for them to sit. They settled on one of the sofas in the lounge.

"Why were you so mean to Puck?" Brittany asked. Santana shrugged. "I thought you were planning on loosing it?"

"Perhaps," Santana said, gulping down her drink. ""But you've got to play hard to get, haven't you? Can't let Puck think he's got full visitation rights to this." She gestured up and down her body, Brittany's eyes followed. She sipped her drink.

"Body shots!" Puck shouted entering the room. He was carrying a bottle of tequila, salt shaker, a lime and a knife. The room cheered but Santana rolled her eyes; like this wasn't a cheap way of trying to turn her on.

"Who wants to go first?" he asked as a drunk cheerio laid down on the floor and pulled her shirt up. Her boyfriend took the salt shaker off Puck and shook some onto her stomach.

"What's this?" Azimio asked, entering the room with a couple of football players.

"A body shot, dumb ass," Puck replied. "You lick salt of someone's body, suck on a piece of lime and do a shot."

"Why don't Brittany and Santana do it?" asked Karofsky behind Azimio. Santana looked to Brittany and grinned,

"Move over boys," she said, pushing the cheerio aside. "This is how to do body shot."

Brittany laid down and took off her top completely. She flung it to the side. Why did Brittany always want to strip when she was drunk? Seeing her now, it reminded Santana greatly of the other night. She slowly poured a pile of salt onto Brittany's body as Puck prepared a slice of lime and a shot. She stroked Brittany's chest as she leaned over her.

"Ready BrittBritt?" she asked. Brittany nodded and Santana leant down and licked the salt off Brittany's stomach. It tasted horrible as she sucked on a lime and then downed the shot. The guys cheered.

"My turn," Puck said but Santana shook her head.

"It's Britts turn next," she said.

Santana laid down on the floor and lifted her top just underneath her breasts. Brittany clapped her hands together as Puck poured out the salt and prepared the shot. Brittany slowly leaned over Santana and ran her tongue over her stomach. She slowly lapped up the salt but the feeling of her tongue drove Santana mad. She couldn't help herself. As Brittany moved away to find the lime, Santana shot up and met Brittany's lips with her mouth. Her tongue licked the salt from Brittany's and as she pulled away, she took the shot off Puck and downed it. Brittany didn't seem to mind and the football players certainly didn't.

"Hot enough for you?" Santana asked. Good save. She really ought to be more careful controlling her desires. Alcohol and her do not mix.

"Thanks," Brittany said, taking the lime off Puck. She sucked on it, grabbed the bottle of tequila and forced a mouthful down. She then jumped up off the floor, stroked one of the football players across the cheek and walked into the centre of the room. There she started dancing to the music being blasted from Puck's speakers. A couple of other people were dancing too. Santana got up and joined her.

At first they started dancing with a gap between their bodies but as Santana caught a glimpse of the football players still watching them, mouths open, she started dancing closer. Time to give them a show. She placed her hands against Brittany's hips and trusted in the same direction as her. Brittany turned her body so her bottom half was flush against Santana's front. Bending her knees slightly, she danced to the music, grinding against Santana. The football players stormed towards the dance floor and started dancing around them, rubbing their front against Santana's back. Brittany grabbed one of the football players and pulled him towards her while Santana turned around and locked her lips against Matt Rutherford. He was there and she owed him a favour. She pushed her tongue into his mouth but suddenly felt herself being pulled away. A hand was gripping round her wrist as she was forced from the dance floor.

"What the hell?" Puck asked.

"What?" Santana questioned. She longed to get back dancing.

"I thought you and me were gonna hang but since you've gotten here you've ignored me and now I find you kissing another guy!" Puck complained.

"Chill, it's not like we're dating," Santana stated. "Even sex isn't dating. In fact, come on. Follow me and I'll give you all the attention you could ask for…"

Santana strolled out of the room and walked up the stairs towards Puck's bedroom. He simply followed, a huge grin across his face.


Santana left the bedroom wiping her mouth. She needed air but first she had to find Brittany. She felt sick and couldn't bring herself to face the stairs so she flung the door open to another bedroom. She had a feeling Brittany would've made it up here eventually. The room was empty. She kicked another door open. Second time lucky.

Santana burst into Puck's parents bedroom and found Brittany straddling Matt Rutherford. Seriously? She had her top off but otherwise they were fully clothed.

"Up," she commanded Matt who quickly got out from underneath Brittany and left the room. Santana slammed the door shut and flung her top off revealing a purple bra. She launched onto the bed and slammed her lips against Brittany's.

"Santana, I was with Matt," Brittany complained.

"You don't want to get your sweet lady kisses on?" Santana asked, trying to kiss Brittany again.

"No, don't," Brittany warned. "Santana, you can't just get with me whenever you feel like it. I never interrupt you and Puck. I was up here with a guy and I was going to tick him off my list."

"I'm pretty sure you've kissed Matt before," Santana argued. "But fine, if you don't want me then I'll take my hot self somewhere else."

Santana got up to move but Brittany grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the bed. They sat there still as Brittany watched Santana refusing to make eye contact with her.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Brittany asked as a tear fell down Santana's cheek.

"I did it, Brittany," Santana replied. "I had sex with Puck. I fucking let him have me, didn't I?"

Brittany watched Santana as she still looked away, every so often wiping the tears from her cheek.

"It didn't feel right," Santana continued. "I knew it would hurt like hell but after I didn't feel anything. Just dirty. And Puck left straight after as though I was nothing."

"You're not nothing," Brittany said. "You're Santana."

"Yeah." Santana fell into Brittany's arms and sobbed as she was hugged tightly. "I thought it would be amazing."

"You want something amazing?" Brittany asked. She grinned and gently sat Santana against the headboard. She pecked her lightly on the nose and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. Then she stood up on the bed.

"Me gusta Santana mucho," Brittany recited. "Santana es mi mejor amigo." It was Spanish for 'I like Santana a lot. Santana is my best friend.' Not the best grammar in the world but Brittany seemed pleased.

"I don't understand," Santana replied.

"You taught me that last night, remember?" Brittany asked. "I got a 'B' today because of you. I was so thrilled. You want something amazing? Well we're amazing, Santana. You're amazing. You made me feel like I wasn't stupid."

"You're not stupid," Santana choked out. "You just see things differently. But so do many people. Like researchers who discover cures and shit. They have to think outside the box. You'll outshine everyone one day."

"I know," Brittany replied. "And so will you. Okay? So don't be upset because Puck can think whatever he wants about you but it's my opinion that matters."

"And what's your opinion?"

Brittany smiled and pressed her lips against Santana's. They were drier than usual. She then tugged on Santana's legs causing her to shuffle forward a bit. Slipping her body between Santana and the headboard, Brittany's hands started running up and down Santana's back. They started kneading out the knots and Santana felt her tension slowly slip into nothingness. Her eyes closed and her head drooped forward as Brittany continued slowly massaging Santana's exposed skin and pressing kisses against the areas that were sensitive.

It felt so good. Santana felt so good. This was just what she needed. Brittany was caressing her skin and there was nothing in it for her. She wasn't using her; she was showing her how much she cared. Santana could've stayed there forever but she was wary that Brittany's hands would start to ache soon. Instead she savoured one more minute of Brittany touching her before she dragged Brittany flat against the bed and rested her head in the crook of Brittany's neck. Brittany wrapped an arm around her and held her close. Normally it was Santana who comforted Brittany and it was lovely having it the other way round; their friendship was equal.

Santana had no idea how long she was there but it felt like she was only asleep for two minutes before Quinn burst through the door. She stared in shock to see her two best friends cuddled up to each other with their tops off.

"Guys?" Quinn asked.

Santana immediately leapt up off the bed and rummaged around the floor for her shirt. She pulled it over her head.

"What?" Santana snapped.

"My mum's here," Quinn explained. "Is she okay?" She nodded towards Brittany who was still asleep.

"She's fine," Santana replied. "I was really drunk and we just passed out here."

Quinn nodded and left the room. She probably didn't want to infer into what they were actually doing there. Santana looked down to Brittany sleeping and smiled. How was she so fucking lucky to get someone as kind and loving as Brittany?

"BrittBritt," Santana shook Brittany gently. "It's time to go." Brittany sat up slowly, still half asleep. She grabbed Santana's hands and was slowly led out of the room.

"Do you feel better?" Brittany asked.

"Much," Santana replied. "Thanks to you. I'll have to repay the favour tomorrow night. Sleepover at mine?" Brittany nodded and smiled.

"Sweet lady kisses."


I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and as a thank you present I will write a full Brittana-loving chapter. I think their relationship is ready for the next step... but I'm not sure whether to skip to Season 1 of Glee now or not...