It's been two weeks since that Saturday. Two of the happiest, Wow, that's fucking cheesy, weeks of Santana's life. She dares to take a minute to take it all in. After kicking Britney off of her squad, the blonde girl's best friend Tia takes over. Nobody had really stuck out to Santana, so the easy choice was the girl who had often helped her previous captain with her duties.
Things with Brittany were going good. They had both managed to stop with some super sexy make out sessions and not do the deed yet. It had taken a lot of self control but both girls knew it would be worth it.
Speaking of the blonde, she had started her new job at the elementary school. On her first day, she became popular with the kids, especially one special kindergartener. Ariana was equally ecstatic to find out Britty was helping to teach the dance part of her gym class. Every once in awhile Brittany would grab some coffee and a snack with Quinn when she came to pick up Ariana when school got out. On other days, Santana would pick up her two blondes with a huge smile on her face and they would go get ice cream or do something fun.
Brittany had kept Santana up to date with the latest gossip that included their friends. The trio of girls had all become close with Tina. Mercedes had become closer to Kurt, both happy to have a friend that knows fashion. The trio of Santana, Mercedes, and Quinn only briefly met Rachel when she came back to visit. Her stay was cut short by her manager, who was able to get her some solo events without her costar. Puck and Finn had started to join their table at their new favorite bar on a regular basis. Puck was a plus because he often gave them free rounds of drinks, never letting them forget who owned the place.
Tina officially broke up with Artie and she was staying at Brittany and Rachel's apartment. Much to everybody's surprise, she had gone out on a few dates with Sam. The two were fairly busy with their differing schedules but in two weeks they have successfully had three dates.
Kurt and Mercedes had been searching for their own loves. Kurt found his current crush in a man named James, a male-model who he put together a few outfits for during a photo shoot. They had been texting quite a bit but nothing serious had yet come of it.
Mercedes had went out on a limb and took Puck up on his flirting. It took some serious cracking down to get that man in line. Their somewhat relationship was off to a rocky start, mainly due to Puck having some difficulty when it came to changing his ways. Mercedes stayed firm, hoping for the best but ready to cut ties if it all became too much.
This pairing had caused an interesting conversation between Santana and Puck. Puck tried to play his big brother part, telling Santana that he would find one of his crazy ex girlfriends to beat her ass if she hurt Brittany because he wouldn't hit a girl. Santana responded by saying that he wouldn't have full use of his penis if he hurt Mercedes. Both had respected each other's wishes so far.
The two that were seemingly left behind were Finn and Quinn. Finn had definitely tried to ask Quinn out on multiple occasions, only to be turned down. It wasn't that Quinn didn't think Finn was cute or anything but she was looking for more than what he had to offer. Having a child changed her priorities in a man and while Finn was somebody she would've dating in high school, now she was different. She wanted a partner with a stable job, who was good with kids, and didn't eat bar food.
This Saturday night found the entire gang at Puck's. Tonight was a karaoke night in celebration of Finn going a whole week without having to pay for spilled or broken bottles.
Santana was slightly disappointed in this fact. The main, and pretty much only, reason being that on karaoke nights, the waitresses didn't have to dance. Brittany had been dancing more and more every night they were out at the bar and she would often stand in a place that gave Santana the perfect view of her sexy moves.
"San, you're a great singer. Why don't you sing a song?"
"Britt, I don't think so. I'm way too good for some amateur night at some skeezy bar."
"Hey!" Puck said, offended at the insult.
"Suck it up, Noah." Santana had taken to calling the man by his first name to annoy him even more. If it wasn't for Brittany's friendship with him, he would be called various other names.
"Hey, I work here!" Brittany said, ignoring their conversation and instead focusing on her place of work getting insulted.
"Ok babe, I'm sorry." Puck made a whipping noise, complete with the motion towards her. "Buuuut, it is kind of skeezy. The waitresses are half naked and they dance sexily to taunt the customers."
"You weren't complaining last night when I gave you a private preview of upcoming dances." Brittany grinned. Puck held his mouth open, wishing he could have been there.
Santana rolled her eyes playfully. "It's cause I'm your girlfriend so it's perfectly okay for me to stare at your sexy ass, especially when you move the way you do. I mean, just, wanky."
"How come you never show me previews? They are my girls after all…" Puck said, hopeful on getting access to what Santana's getting.
"Puck you me to start showing you?" Brittany teased, however it was lost on Puck.
"Yes!" Puck high fived a not so enthused, but still there, Finn.
Just as Puck was in the middle of dishing out more high fives from Sam, Brittany couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing as she scooted closer to Santana in the booth. Santana didn't like her being so close beside her and instead put her arm around the girl's back and clutched her legs, swinging her up to sit on her lap. She let out a sigh, happy to have her girl in her lap and possessively wrapping her arms around said girl's waist.
"You wish, Noah. This," She squeezed Brittany and they shared a quick kiss. "is all mine. Plus, don't you have a girlfriend?" She nodded towards Mercedes.
"She knows she's number wah." Puck turned and tried to initiate a kiss with his girlfriend. Mercedes dodged it. "Oh hell to the no, man-whore. Get your shit together."
Puck sulked down in his seat. These recent events made Finn smile and even laugh shyly while eyeing Quinn. Quinn was ignoring him for the most part and talking to Sam about where they should take Ariana tomorrow.
"Everybody still good here?" Tina came up to ask. She was working but every chance she got she would come up and say hi to everybody and sneak a hug or quick kiss in with Sam.
"We're all fine, thank you!" Kurt said. He was a little buzzed and said everything with an air of excitement that rivaled Brittany's when she was told she was getting a surprise or gift.
Tina just nodded in understanding before turning away. "Let me know if you do."
"Pleaaassseee, San." Brittany whined and put on one of her best pouts.
"Nope. I think I am getting sick." Santana faked a cough attack, hoping that will be enough to get her off the hook for the evening. She didn't mind singing for Brittany because she knew she was kick ass, it was just that she didn't feel like making everybody else feel bad about themselves when they wouldn't be able to compare to her. Always stay modest. That's what I never say.
"Well I guess if you're getting sick that means we can't kiss or anything. I wouldn't want to catch whatever you have." Brittany moved to slide off of Santana's lap, turning her head away to hide her smirk.
Santana immediately tightened her grip. "Oh you're not going anywhere. I'm perfectly fine so feel free to give me all the lovin' you want."
"With pleasure." Brittany smiled as she pulled Santana in for a much less chaste kiss.
"Get it, Lopez!" Puck pumped his fist. Mercedes smacked his arm. "What did I do now?"
"Cheering them on? I love my girl and if that's what makes her happy she can go for it. I just don't think you should enjoy it because I'm mad at you." Mercedes pulled her straw into her mouth and took a big gulp of her drink. "I'll show you guys how a diva gets down." Mercedes then got up and walked over to the makeshift stage, looking through the songs while everybody waited for the current drunk man singing "Sweet Home Alabama" to get done.
When it was her turn, Mercedes stepped up to the mic oozing confidence, just as Santana would. It was part of the reason they were such good friends. Their duets back in high school were legendary. Everybody was eager to hear what song she picked. It didn't take long for them to hear "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" in a voice that rivaled Diana Ross. The table and a good portion of the bar went wild with cheers, all admiring the voice being thrown out at them. Brittany wiggled in Santana's lap, grooving along with the song. Santana swayed while listening, eyes on Brittany. The others did their own little head bobs and thigh slaps, trying to keep along with the powerful voice of their friend.
When she was done she walked back over to their table. "That's how I get down."
"Damn you got pipes, girl. Diana Ross brought that back in the 70s but you just brought it to new heights." Puck complimented. He actually was blown away but he wanted to earn brownie points.
"I know this. Satan used to be a great singer too but I guess she must be washed up now." Mercedes just smiled in reply to Santana's angry expression. She knew it would make the other girl want to prove her wrong.
"Well Weezy, as a matter of fact, I am not washed up. I will show everybody how its really done. I didn't smoke those cigars in high school just to look badass. Get up, babe." Brittany moved off of Santana's lap where she had grown quite comfortable. Santana turned around for a last kiss, then moved to find a song.
Soon after another interesting version of Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman" by an obviously drunk older woman, Santana stepped up and waited for the music to start.
Brittany's excitement grew as she recognized one of her favorite songs. "Rockstar 101" by Rihanna started and she could feel her pulse speed up.
When Santana started singing, she looked Brittany dead in the eyes and winked. After that, she kept on with the song and soon enough she was dancing. Brittany was both proud and surprised to find Santana using some of the moves she's been privately showing her and the ones she has taught the other girls. So she does actually pay attention to what I'm doing, not just how I look when I do it. Brittany was also happy to realize that Santana could pull of those moves while singing and slightly buzzed from alcohol and do them better than most of the other girls she taught.
Puck and Finn both watched with their mouths open. Quinn and Mercedes were smiling, seeing the confident Santana they knew well coming out again. Sam was happy to hear the girl sing because while she may be a bitch, her voice was amazing. Tina had leaned into Sam's arms to watch the performance, having meandered over while Mercedes was singing. Santana didn't even register their reactions though. She was too busy eye sexing Brittany up.
When she was done, there were cheers throughout the bar, just like for Mercedes. Their own table was going wild again, obviously proud to have the two best singers of the night there.
"How'd you all like it? You know what? Don't even say it because I know you loved it." Santana said and she walked back over to sit by Brittany. The others started arguing over who should sing next and what songs should be sung while Brittany and Santana had their own conversation.
"Did you like it?" Santana asked with a cocky smile. On the inside, her insecurities were showing themselves. I hope she did, I mean it was for her. That was some good eye sex so I can't imagine why she wouldn't.
Brittany looked thoughtful for a minute while trying to decide what to say. It made Santana nervous but she tried not to show it. Finally, Brittany seemed to find the right words. "It was hot. Like, really hot. You should totally sing all of the time."
Santana just smiled smugly, her ego was immediately boosted at the only person she really wanted to hear from at that moment's praise.
"Can I stay over tonight?" Brittany asked, biting her lip after the words tumbled out.
"Um. Let me think. Hell fucking yes." Santana smiled. Brittany hadn't stayed over as much as she liked in the past two weeks. After the sleepover, she had stayed a total of two other times. Since Tina moved in with the other two girls, Brittany didn't want to make her stay alone because Rachel wasn't there anymore either. Anytime the blonde asked if she could, Santana wasn't going to refuse.
"Can I?" Puck earned himself another smack upside the head from his girlfriend. "Shut up, fool." Mercedes sent a smile towards Santana and then another glare towards Puck.
After another hour or so, it was almost closing time for the bar. Quinn left first, deciding the babysitter couldn't wait much longer. Sam left a short while after, saying he wanted to actually be alive tomorrow to take Ariana out with Quinn. Mercedes stayed, hoping to spend more time with Puck. Finn, Santana, and Brittany left together, parting ways outside.
Brittany hopped into the passenger side of Santana's car, happy to be alone with her girlfriend without having to talk over the noise and bad singers in the bar.
"I don't have pajamas." Brittany said.
"That's ok. I'll find you something." Or we can sleep naked.
"Yay!" Brittany clapped, excited for another sweet lady sleepover. "I'm excited." Brittany voiced her feelings.
"Me, too." Santana replied honestly. Seeing Brittany was easily the best part of her day and she couldn't wait to cuddle up with the beautiful girl. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Nothing!" Brittany answered, hoping Santana would suggest something to do with them together.
"Well, why don't we sleep in and then stay in my bed and watch movies all day? I want to relax." Santana said with a shrug of her shoulders, praying Brittany would like that idea. They always saw each other but it was usually at the bar or somebody would be with them. Santana just wanted alone time.
"Sounds perfect! Can we go out at least once during the day to feed the ducks though?"
Santana nodded and Brittany squealed with happiness. The rest of the drive to Santana's place was filled with both girls singing out the songs on the radio.
They arrived and realized that they actually were very tired. Both took turns going to the bathroom before heading to Santana's room. Brittany sat on the bed while Santana walked into her closet. It was only then that she remembered she didn't have much for clean clothes. She had meant to do laundry yesterday but Brittany had called and she was so much better than washing dirty clothes.
"Um Britt? I don't have many clean clothes so do you mind wearing something that's been worn one already?" Santana asked, hoping Brittany didn't think she was a slob or anything.
"Why don't we just sleep in our underwear?" Brittany asked innocently. She really wouldn't have cared if she had to wear something Santana's worn, especially when it had the high chance of smelling like her girlfriend. This was actually just a quick idea of hers that would allow her to feel some skin on skin cuddling. She may not be ready for all out sex, still very slightly wary about Santana's previous reputation, but cuddling was her favorite so less clothes would make it more fun, right?
Santana didn't know how to reply. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle Brittany laying with her in just her underwear. That image gave her the answer she was looking for, though. "Yea that sounds good."
Brittany and Santana had never been shy about their bodies. Both knew they looked great and had no shame in the way they looked. However, as they both slowly stripped, they wore matching shy smiles. Santana was glad she wore her red lacy bra and matching boy shorts tonight.
Santana crawled in first, enjoying the sight of Brittany walking up to join her. The blonde wore a black bra with cute batman underwear that made Santana giggle. It was just another adorable thing about Brittany and she would admit that her girlfriend made those superhero underwear look super sexy.
"My hero." Santana joked as Brittany settled in with her, each girl wrapping their arms around the other.
Brittany smiled in response. "I can be your hero, baby. I can kiss away the pain."
"Really?" Santana laughed. "You're going to serenade me with Enrique?"
"Well, you sang for me so I'm returning the favor." Before Santana could say anything else, Brittany leaned in for a kiss.
Brittany's kisses. My favorite. Santana thought as she let her hands roam over exposed skin. They made out for a half hour before Brittany pulled away and yawned.
"Oh come on. If my kisses are boring you could just say something." Santana pretended to be offended. Brittany's eyes just widened as she tried to stop her yawn from continuing.
"No it's not that!" Brittany finally managed to say. "It's just been a long week."
Santana kissed the other girl's nose. "It's ok. I know what you mean. Let's just go to sleep, ok?" Brittany nodded and enjoyed the feeling of Santana resting her head on her shoulder as the brunette scooted closer.
"Good night, San. Don't let the dreams bite."
Santana chuckled, not bothering to correct Brittany. "Night, Britt. I-" C'mon wimp. Just say it. It's three words and this is probably the first girl you'll mean it with. "I hope you sleep well." 'I hope you sleep well.' Way to fucking be. You sound like a grandma. Oh well, no use now. She's already asleep and you blew it. Get some rest before you manage to do something else stupid.
Santana fell asleep, trying to ignore her own thoughts.
True to their word, the girls spent the next day watching movies, only stopping for a quick trip to the pond. They had a system where Santana could pick out an action or scary movie and then Brittany got to pick out a happy movie after they watched it. Santana picked out her favorite scary movies, mostly just to feel Brittany cling tight to her and cuddle closer to shield her eyes for the worst parts.
Too soon, it was Sunday night and they had to say good-bye but made plans to meet up after school tomorrow.
Monday morning Santana sent her usual good morning text to Brittany before quickly getting ready for her day. She was a little late, which was becoming quite typical for her as of recently. She didn't even have a chance to go to her office and opted to just go straight to the field.
Many of her squad members were lounging around on the grass. Tia lacked the leadership of Britney and therefore it was harder for her to get the squad moving. When they saw Santana, they moved quickly to look like they were doing something. Unfortunately, they all moved to do different things, showing how unorganized they were.
"Really, guys? I have faith in you to be able to get through damn warm up routines before I get ready and you are LAYING AROUND? What will it take to get it through your heads that this is NOT how a WINNING squad works? I want ten laps."
Groans of protest were heard but everybody moved quickly to start on their laps. Santana looked around and saw the parking lot from where she stood on the field. When she pulled in today, she had thought she'd seen a familiar car and wondered what it was doing here so early. She waved to Mercedes who happened to pull up and Santana's eyes followed her for a second before finally spotting the car she was looking for.
"Britney? What's she doing here so early?" Santana asked herself.
She shook it off as she looked down to check her roster. Jasmine and Hailey were both back and had healed for the most part. Hailey was given a brace to match Andrea's and Jasmine had to get a fake tooth. Other than that, her squad was back. A new member had been brought on to replace Britney but obviously lacked the skill that the former head cheerleader had brought with her. Santana sighed, kind of regretting her decision to kick the other girl off when she had such little to work with already.
Soon enough, it was about time for school to start so Santana dismissed her squad. They all trudged back up to the school to try to shower quickly to make themselves presentable for school instead of the sweat soaked workers they looked like. Santana walked back with them, bringing up the rear while she looked over the notes she made during practice.
It was only when she got down to the hallway that housed her office that she looked up and noticed something was off.
Her office door was open. The light was on. It wasn't like that when she last left it.
Cautiously, she walked up to the door. Inside, she recognized the principal. She let out a sigh of relief when she realized it wasn't anything set out to kill her or something. It was too early to deal with that kind of shit.
Santana walked in confidently but her steps faltered a little when she saw the tear streaked face of Britney standing beside the principal. It was then she noticed they were behind her desk, an open drawer in front of them.
"What's going on here?" Santana asked, genuinely curious. She didn't have anything incriminating in her drawers the last time she checked. Unlike most teachers around here, she kept her booze at home and she didn't smoke or do any kind of drugs. "Britney?"
Britney let out a loud sob as she looked at Santana and turned into the arms of the Principal who was looking angrily at Santana. "Ms. Lopez. I am disappointed in you."
Now Santana was starting to get pissed. "What the hell is going on?"
"Britney here has come forward with some information. She told me what you did to her and what you were planning to do to Tia." Santana took a step forward, arching an eyebrow up as if to say "go on."
"She told me what you made her do while she was your head cheerleader. We do not take kindly to pedophiles at this school." Mr. Jordan, the principal, then pulled out a couple pairs of women's underwear out of the drawer.
"I've never seen those before. Where the hell did those come from?" Santana asked, furious at what was being implied here. She looked to the girl who was still clinging to the principal and saw her smirk up from behind the man's arm before letting out another sob.
"Britney told us of your little collection of souvenirs in your drawer. They have her name on some of them and I can imagine the others are not yours either."
"She touched me! She t-told me she was going to do it to Tia to and that she did it to all of her head cheerleaders!" Britney cried out.
"Santana, the evidence against you suggests that what she says is true. I want to set up an investigation and I will but you have to leave the premises."
"She's telling lies again! That bitch isn't being honest with you! I have a girlfriend and I don't have a weird freakish fetish for young girls!"
"MS. LOPEZ! I must ask you to refrain from profanity and raising your voice to me. This is a serious accusation and I talked over the possible consequences with Britney and she still admitted it was true. I can not take this lightly. I will not ask you to leave again. If you need anything from your office, please take it now while I am here to supervise and then you must leave."
Santana only grabbed one thing and that was the picture of Brittany that she had taped to her computer screen. She threw down her keyboard on the desk before turning to leave. She stopped at the door to turn around and say one last thing.
"You know, Britney? I actually was going to ask you to come back to my squad later today and I was planning to forgive and forget your dishonesty." She shook her head at the surprised look on the other girl's face. "It's too late now because you've probably just ruined my life."
With one final look at Mr. Jordan, Santana nodded and then made her exit.
A*N - Soooo I'm sorry for being late with this update. I know most of you won't care why it was late and just want to read the chapter but I wanted to explain myself. Reasons why I was late: 1: Took a day to fix my internet, a real feat in itself. 2: Fireworks, which I cannot resist. 3: I actually wandered over to the kink meme to work on my smut writing. 4 and Finally: BRITTANA/HEYA KISS RIOT. Yea, I started this way earlier today and then BAM! Brittana tour kisses and I'm dying. It took me a while to get my mind back on writing this so my apologies!
I'm happy to hear that the last chapter uploaded fine from my phone. I was a bit worried about that.
Anyways, I'll leave you to your lives now, thanks for taking the time to read this! I love you, Brittana fandom!