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Throughout the last hours of school, Brittany couldn't help but stay worried. When the football players came back in the cafeteria, Puck demanded to know where Santana was. Artie just said she walked on home after they had a little chat. Brittany didn't believe a word that came out of her ex-boyfriend's mouth and neither did Puck.
"Guys." Brittany worriedly said as she stood in the parking lot with Puck, Quinn, Tina, Mike, and everyone else. "I don't think Santana's okay."
Blaine frowned and replied. "She probably just walked home after she talked to those jocks. Right Puck?"
Puck pursed his lips together and Quinn couldn't help but notice the concern in his eyes. He ran his hand through his mohawk and exclaimed. "I guess, but it's not really like her to just walk home like that during lunch."
"She's sometimes unpredictable." Tina tried to help out. "I mean, we can all just check on her."
"I don't think she'll like that." Mercedes said. "Once she's home, she's home and she does not want to be bothered. Trust me, happened once back in junior high."
"We should look for her then." Mike said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Wouldn't hurt right?"
"We can't." Tina replied and slightly glared at him. "We have to have dinner with your mother soon. I don't get why we have to eat dinner so early. It's barely five o'clock."
Mike sheepishly grinned and looked away. Sam scratched the back of his head and said. "I'd love too, but I have to watch Stevie and Stacey with Mercedes."
"I wanna look for my lesbro too." Puck muttered sadly and checked the time on his watch. "But I have to go to Breadstix soon to go to work."
"I'll look for her." Brittany said and walked back into the school.
Kurt sighed and linked arms with Rachel. "I have a bad feeling."
"How so?" Questioned Rachel as she looked at her best friend.
"Don't know, but my sixth sense is tingling."
"How absurd." Rachel exclaimed as soon the group of people began to walk in different directions. "I'm the one with the sixth sense."
The blonde dancer dashed through the halls and walked in almost every classroom that wasn't locked. She even checked the hiding spots that belonged to a group of girls called The Skanks. The blonde bit her lip and found herself in the lunchroom. She worriedly paced around and began to think. Where would those football players take her? Would they lock her somewhere? Would they kidnap her?
Brittany was soon growing desperate. She could call the Latina, but her battery was dead and when everyone else called Santana, she didn't pick up. She didn't know why she was worrying about Santana. She was always rude and persistent about dating Brittany, but the blonde also loved that the fact Santana was hardworking and so amazing with her little sister and Puck's sister. Brittany groaned and soon walked out of the cafeteria. She pushed the door opened and found herself at the back of the school.
The Uptown girl looked around, hoping maybe that Santana was hiding outside by the bushes or trees, but she didn't find a lick of dark hair sticking out. Brittany lightly kicked a stone and her eyes followed it as it rolled all the way to the port-a-potties. Suddenly, her brows furrowed in confusion. One stall was on it's side.
Her eyes widened in realization and Brittany quickly ran to the fallen portable toilet. Brittany unlocked the door and opened it. She immediately gagged as the smell of feces blasted into her face. Her hand covered her nose and she gasped when she saw Santana curled up in stool with purple slush.
The sight was really unbearable. Brittany has never seen anything more sickening other than those videos of people abusing puppies. The blonde's chest clenched with remorse, feeling bad that she actually let Santana leave the lunchroom by herself with her ex-boyfriend, Finn, and Karofsky. She knew she had a bad feeling about letting Santana fight her battles by herself. She should have been there. Maybe, if she just followed her she could have prevented all this.
"S-Santana?" Brittany called out.
"Ugh…" Santana murmured and lifted her head. Brittany noticed that her eyes were closed shut. "Fuck…Who's there?"
"San, it's me Brittany." Brittany said gently. "Are you okay?"
"B-Britt?" She asked. Santana then closed her eyes tighter and whimpered.
The small sound that the Latina made instantly broke Brittany's heart. She has never seen Santana look so vulnerable. The way she's curled up in a fetus position made Brittany realize how small Santana looked compared to her. Her determined nature and self-proclaimed badass attitude covered up the fact that Santana was basically nothing if she didn't have such a bold personality. If Santana didn't hide behind her act, what would happen? Would Santana never pursue Brittany? Would she just become a loner and never have anyone love her? Brittany shook her thoughts away and began to help Santana.
"Come on." Brittany said soothingly as she took a deep breath and reached out to Santana. She pulled her out of the port-a-potty and helped the Backstreet onto her feet. "We should get you cleaned up."
Santana forced herself to open her eyes, wincing at the slight stinging pain that stuck with her, and she stared at Brittany. The blonde couldn't help but reach out and grab Santana's face, pulling her closer towards her. She noticed dried tear stains on her dirty cheeks. Brittany gently brushed some hair off of her face and frowned.
"Your eyes are absolutely red, San." Brittany said with concern laced within her voice. "I hope they're not damaged."
Santana pulled back and mumbled. "You're gonna get shit all over you."
Brittany shook her head and held Santana's hand. "Getting poop all over my hands isn't important. Let's take you home to get you cleaned up."
"I don't want to get crap all over your car seat." Santana said as they walked around the school and approached Brittany's car.
The dancer got in the driver's seat and urged the Latina to get in. Hesitantly, Santana sat in the seat and quickly put on the seat belt. Brittany immediately got out of the school area and asked where Santana lived. The Backstreet girl talked the blonde through and pointed out certain streets that led to her neighborhood. Once they got to Santana's house, the two girls got out of the car and inside the small home.
"It's so nice and cute." Brittany commented as she spun around the small hallway.
"Thanks." Santana muttered as she dragged her feet up the stairs.
Brittany quickly stopped spinning and followed Santana hot on her trail. The blonde then watched as Santana walked into a bathroom and started to run the water. The Cheerio then began to look for the Latina's room. After opening two doors, Brittany finally found it. She stepped inside and examined the room.
The colors were dark and a bit depressing. She had a small desk in one corner and a small bed in the other. There were a few posters of Bob Marley and Fall Out Boy and other good bands. As Brittany walked further in the room, she almost tripped over some clothes that were lying around. Brittany shook her head and gathered all the clothes and piled them all up in one corner. She then turned around and spotted a closet. She opened it and got out some clothes for Santana.
"Britt?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you in my room?"
Brittany nodded, but realized Santana couldn't see her. "Yeah. I got you some clothes."
"Alright. Hand them other."
Brittany walked out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom, where she saw Santana's hand sticking out. The blonde gave the Backstreet her clothes and watched as Santana's arm slithered back into the bathroom.
After a few minutes, Santana stepped out of the bathroom all nice and clean in a T-shirt and sweats. She brushed passed Brittany and into her room where she dropped herself on the bed. Brittany stood by the doorway and silently watched as Santana slowly curled back into a ball. Soon small sniffles were coming from her and Brittany instinctively ran by her side. She scooped Santana into her arms and felt the smaller girl clutching onto her Cheerio's uniform.
"Shhh." Brittany comforted. She rubbed Santana's back and watched as she buried her face on Brittany's shoulder. "It's okay, San. I'm here."
"I'm nothing." Santana mumbled dejectedly. "I'm just a Backstreet."
Brittany furrowed her brows in confusion. She didn't know what Santana was talking about. "San, what are you saying?"
"I'm just some Backstreet Lima loser." Santana said loudly and released herself from Brittany. She stood up and stared at the wall in front of her with her back facing the dancer. "They were right."
"Who?" Brittany questioned. She was growing more confused. What was Santana saying?
Santana shakily let out a deep breath and said. "Finn and Artie. When I was in that port-a-potty, I did a lot of thinking. They're right. I'm such a delinquent that I'm surprised that I haven't been to juvi yet."
"San—"
Santana angrily ran her fingers through her wet hair and continued. "No Brittany! I-I mean…. After so many years of their taunts, it finally got to me. It finally fucking got to me." Angry tears formed around her eyes and Santana tried to wipe them away, but they keep springing back up. "Puck was totally right about the port-a-potty thing. It gives you so much time to think about life and I realized that everyone was right about me."
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked as she just sat there.
"I'm nothing but a thug." Santana bitterly laughed. "I'm a Backstreet thug that smokes and sometimes even does coke. Can you believe it? Fucking cocaine! An-And I ruin people's cars and people at school are afraid of me cause I bully them. I'm a bitch and I can't make friends. I had to be forced to be Mercedes's friend and if she didn't do that I'd probably be some loner by now. It's pathetic"
Brittany shook her head in disbelief. How could Santana say those things about her? She stood up and said confidently. "You're wrong, Santana."
Santana snorted rudely. "Well, I'm telling the truth."
Brittany grabbed Santana's shoulder and spun her around, making her look into her eyes. "You're wrong, San. You're kind and patient and loving. You're amazing with Zoey and Bree! And those kids are afraid of you because they've seen how angry you get if someone messes with your friends. That isn't bullying, that's sticking up for your friends."
"Brit—"
"No!" Brittany exclaimed as she brought Santana closer. "You stand up to those football players, and you and Puck only vandalize people's cars if they did something terrible to deserve it. And it's not pathetic that you had to be forced to be Mercedes's friend, it's not. It just meant that she really, really wanted to be your friend. "
Santana pulled herself away from Brittany and muttered. "I'm still a bitch."
"You're far from it." Brittany replied gently. "You say the most romantic things and know how to highlight my day."
"Wha—"
"You were the one." Brittany revealed. "I knew you were the one putting those photos of me with those cute notes in my lockers."
Santana froze and stared at Brittany with wide eyes. "I-I…I don't know what you're talking about."
"I found your camera." The taller girl continued on. "I looked through it and found those pictures of me. At first I was confused, but the pictures looked really familiar and I put the pieces together and it clicked." Brittany gave the brunette a small smile. "What you did was really sweet, San."
Santana looked down at the ground and stayed silent.
Suddenly, Brittany froze. She didn't mean to tell her that. Her body soon began to grow tense, sensing that Santana probably didn't want her to know about the whole camera and photos thing. Seconds transformed into minutes and Santana still chose to stay silent. It was making Brittany scared.
Brittany was about to reach out and open her mouth to speak, but couldn't say a word because she felt pouty lips against hers. She focused her eyes in front of her and saw Santana kissing her like no tomorrow. Brittany immediately wrapped her arms around the Latina's neck and felt herself being pulled closer. Brittany moaned into the kiss and found Santana leading her back to the bed.
Santana gently laid Brittany down on her bed and straddled the taller girl. She feverishly ravished the dancer's tongue, wanting to taste every inch of the Uptowner. Santana shivered as she felt hands lingering up her shirt, slightly scratching her back. Brittany teasingly bit the bottom of Santana's lip, earning an arousing groan from the Latina.
The Backstreet ran her fingers through Brittany's golden locks and felt a hand on her chest. The hand then gently pushed Santana away and she couldn't help but have a hurt look on her face. She looked down at Brittany and saw her panting with a beating red face. Santana didn't realize that she was also sporting that same look.
"I have to breathe, silly." Brittany said after a few seconds of silence.
Santana couldn't help but grin. "Sorry."
After a few seconds, Santana latched her lips onto Brittany's neck, causing a small moan escaping from the blonde's mouth. Brittany closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to stop herself from moaning even more, but she couldn't help it. It just felt so right.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you." Santana whispered in her ear and went to kiss Brittany's jawline.
"Ho-How long?" Brittany dared to ask.
"Since sixth-grade long." Santana answered as she pulled back and stared at Brittany with blushing cheeks.
"Really?" Brittany replied. She didn't know that Santana had liked her that long. That's like decades in teenage time. "That's a long time."
"You have no idea." Santana said with a smile. She then rolled off of Brittany and laid beside her.
Brittany glanced over at Santana and confessed. "I like you too, Santana."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"For how long?" She asked as she nervously looked at anywhere else besides Brittany.
Brittany had a small smile on her face and said. "Ever since that run in at Pizza Hut."
"Really?" Santana mused with a chuckle. "When we were staring at each other?"
"Yup." Brittany couldn't help but giggle. "That's when I noticed this really gorgeous girl. I mean, I've noticed you before in sixth-grade but I was told to ignore you cause you're Backstreet."
"Ah yes." Santana sighed out as she folded her hands on her stomach. "The old story of how the rich will forever stay away from the poor."
"Until a couple from different social classes will over come the difference and be together." Brittany added as she reached over and held Santana's hand. "Like Aladdin."
"Totally like Aladdin."
"So…" After a few minutes had past. "What are we now?"
Santana furrowed her brows together as she looked at her blank ceiling. "What do you mean?"
Brittany shrugged and said. "Y'know, are we friends with benefits or dating or…what?"
"Defiantly not friends with benefits." Santana snorted out and turned her head towards Brittany. "Had too many of those—"
She quickly stopped talking when she saw the slight glare forming on Brittany's face. Santana's eyes widened and tried to say something else. "U-Uhh…I-I mean we can't be friends with benefits cause we didn't have, like sex and that's what they do, b-but I'm totally not saying I like having sex, well I-I mean I do! But like this is different. NOT BAD DIFFERENT! I-I mean, like…"
Brittany rolled her eyes and smiled. She can't get over how cute Santana was being right now. She quickly ignored Santana's ramblings and asked. "So we're dating?"
"I guess so." Santana said, quickly regaining composer.
"But we haven't been on a date." Brittany said with a confused tone.
Santana grinned and rolled onto her side. She propped her elbow up and leaned her head against her hand. "Well, we could have gone on a date, but someone here keeps rejecting me."
Brittany smiled shyly and said. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes to your date offer."
Santana grinned and used her index finger to tap her chin. "I don't know, Miss Pierce. I'm afraid that the offer has already expired…"
Brittany playfully pouted and crossed her arms. Santana laughed and leaned in to peck her on the lips. "Kidding. I'd love to take you out."
Long arms then slithered around Santana, bringing her closer to Brittany's beating chest. "To dinner?"
"Absolutely." Santana replied with a huge smile. "I'm glad that I'm finally taking you out."
"What day and time?" Brittany asked. She was getting excited about the date.
"This Saturday, 7pm." Santana said and looked right at Brittany. "It's fancy."
"Oooh, fancy huh?"
"Only for you." Santana teased.
The next day at school, all of their friends swarmed Brittany and Santana, asking them where the Latina was. Santana calmly said that she would explain the whole story to them after school and with that said she grabbed Brittany's hand and led her to her first period class. That just left their friends in a confused state.
"THOSE DOUCHBAGS!" Puck shouted angrily as he stomped on the ground. School finished without any trouble for the first time and everyone decided to meet behind the bleachers. When everyone was there, Santana began to tell her story which resulted in everyone being pissed off at the jocks.
"Puck…" Quinn mumbled as she grabbed his bicep.
"No, he's right." Mike exclaimed as he chopped air. "What Artie, Finn, and Karfosky did to Santana was way out of line."
"We have to have payback." Mercedes said out of the blue. She grinned as she nudged Santana. "When those bitches mess with Santana Lopez, they mess with everyone else in contact with her."
"We should tie their shoelaces together!" Blaine suggested, only having his idea turned down. Kurt kissed his boyfriend's cheek and comforted him by telling him that his idea was pretty good.
"Or we could steal their homework!" Rachel threw in. "They would get in sooo much trouble!"
Quinn scoffed and crossed her arms. "I don't think they'd care, Berry. They could always get extra copies."
"I'm just suggesting ideas, Quinn!" Rachel replied and shot her a glare.
Tina snapped her fingers and said with a smile. "We should TP their houses."
Santana rolled her eyes and pointed her thumb at Kurt. "Finn lives with Kurt, Cohen-Chang."
"Don't you even dare ruining my home!" Kurt exclaimed and glared at Tina.
Sam chuckled and chimed in. "We could dye their skin blue!"
"Like that movie Big Fat Liar." Brittany said excitedly. She bounced on her heels and clapped. "I love that movie! It was super funny."
Santana smiled gently at Brittany and linked her pinky with the blonde's. Puck immediately saw this gesture. He playfully shoved Santana, causing her to almost fall down. Puck laughed and exclaimed. "Pinky linking? Really?"
"So what?" Santana snapped.
"Oh my Barbra!" Rachel gasped as everyone else looked as well. "Are you two courting?"
"Who says that?" Santana asked with slight annoyance as she scowled at her friend.
"Apparently Berry does." Quinn answered.
"Aw man, aw man!" Puck said excitedly and pulled Santana into a hug. "I knew you'd get your girl!"
"Your girl?" Brittany questioned playfully with pink cheeks.
Santana laughed and hugged Puck backed. "Dude, you were doubting me at some point!"
"Just be happy that I'm happy for you!" Puck chuckled and released his best friend.
Everyone else cooed and playfully poked Santana, loving the way she was squirming and blushing. Brittany just stood there besides Santana, smiling at how adorable she was being. The shorter girl didn't really plan on telling any of her friends that she and Brittany were dating. Not that she's ashamed of her girlfriend (that she didn't ask to be, yet) it's just that her friends tend to tease her and sometimes teasing the Backstreet can really embarrass her, plus she has a reputation to maintain!
"Guys." Tina said as she gave Santana one last poke on her side. "Aren't we supposed to get revenge?"
"Totally." Brittany agreed. "What they did to Santana was mean and that was a form of bullying and I will not accept that."
"You said it, B." Quinn said as she high-fived her.
Sam raised his hand and said. "I still say we dye their skin blue. "
"I actually like the idea." Blaine supported as he raised his arm up. "I think it'd be hilarious."
Santana nodded as well while Brittany grinned
Rachel immediately raised her hand as well. "I suggest we lock them in the portable toilets as well."
Mike raised a brow and commented, "Why are you guys raising your hands?"
"Yeah!" Mercedes agreed, ignoring the boy's statement. "A taste of their own medicine."
"Oh man." Puck groaned as he leaned against Quinn. "I remember when I was in one of those. I fucking had a revelation."
"About?" Quinn asked as she looked up at the Backstreet.
"He started to date Lauren Zizes." Santana stated with a sly grin as Quinn looked at Puck with a 'what the fuck' look on. Puck just looked like he was caught stealing another cookie. Santana rolled her eyes and looked back at everyone else. "I like the idea too, Berry."
Mike jumped up excitedly and said. "Since we're planning to dye their skin blue we should fill up the school's pool with blue dye and push them in there!"
Sam grinned. "Yeah. I could just unlock the doors for you guys."
"Ah the perks of being on the swim team." Mercedes said dreamily as she leaned against Sam's chest. The blonde boy blushed and kissed his girlfriend's head.
"Any more ideas?" Brittany chirped as she swung her and Santana's hand back and forth, making the shorter girl smile.
"We slushy them of course." Tina added. "Yesterday I got a slushy facial when I was walking in the school."
Mike looked over at Tina with concern and Tina just gave him a kiss in return, which resulted into them having a full-blown make out session. Awkwardly, everyone ignored the couple and continued on without them.
"Anyway…" Quinn said as she looked at everyone else. "I got laxatives at home. We could slip it in their water or food or something."
"Genius." Kurt commented with a sly grin. "Pure genius, Miss Fabray."
"I try." Quinn joked.
"Excellent." Rachel said as she clasped her hands together.
"How will this plan play out?" Sam asked curiously.
"Simple." Santana replied as she began to wrap an arm around Brittany. "Puck and I will do everything ourselves and all you guys have to do is sit back and relax. Berry, you just give us the dye on Sunday and Fabray just hand us the laxatives before school."
"I'm rather excited to see the events that will happen!" Rachel chuckled as she removed invisible lint off of her animal sweater.
"Me too." Brittany replied as she wrapped her arms around Santana, bringing her closer to her. The dancer pouted and said. "They're so mean."
Everyone else snickered at Santana's blushing face. She shot daggers at everyone but it caused them to laugh even harder. Brittany grinned and kissed Santana's cheek. Puck couldn't help but laugh louder once he noticed his best friend's face turn even redder. As if that was possible.
"It's okay." Brittany whispered. "They're just jealous."
"You bet they are." Santana smiled.
"Whoa!" Puck exclaimed with a laugh. "Check out double Chang! They're still at it."
"Ew, Puck." Quinn said. "Don't watch them, that's weird."
Santana laughed as she pulled out her phone, she felt it buzzing in her pocket. She unlocked her phone and saw she got a text from her dad. She sighed as she opened it. Yep, she knew it. She had to go to work with Puck. Santana shoved her phone in front of Puck's face for a second before pulling it back. Puck groaned when he realized that it was work time.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked as she rested her chin on Santana's shoulder.
"Time for work!." Kurt sang out.
"I hate work time." Puck muttered miserably.
"It puts food on the table." Santana pointed out.
"True dat."
Santana then turned around and gave Brittany a lingering kiss. She then pulled away and saw a pouting Brittany in front of her. Santana chuckled and said. "I have to go to the garage shop. My dad needs us."
"Totally." Puck said and pulled his best friend away from Brittany. "We gotta go."
"We could totally visit you!" Brittany exclaimed as she linked arms with Quinn.
Quinn looked at her friend amusingly. "Are we?"
"Yeah!" Brittany grinned.
"Sure, sure and don't forget Quinn!" Puck said as he dragged Santana away from their friends.
Santana rolled her eyes and waved good-bye. "See you guys. Bye Britt-Britt!"
Brittany smiled and said. "Later, San!"
Kurt turned and looked at Quinn. "What did Puck mean by 'don't forget'?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and replied. "I babysit Zoey, his little sister whenever he or Santana are busy."
"I love Zoey!" Sam exclaimed. "She's awesome."
"Oh my gosh!" Brittany exclaimed as she smacked her forehead. "Today is Friday! I'm suppose to babysit Brianna today!"
Quinn smiled and calmed her best friend down. "It's okay, sweetie. Bree and Zo can have a play date or something at your house and then later we can go see Puck and Santana. Alright?"
"That sounds mega awesome!" Brittany grinned and linked arms with Quinn. She turned back to everyone else and said. "Bye guys!"
"So when did you agree to watching Zoey?" Brittany asked as the two girls were talking in the living room of Brittany's house, already out of their Cheerio's uniform.
Quinn glanced over and saw the two girls playing a Wii game of Just Dance 3. The head Cheerio smiled as Zoey danced flawlessly with Brianna. "I don't know. A few days ago." Quinn admitted. "Zoey is like the little sister I never had."
Brittany grinned and leaned against her best friend. "Are things sparking up with Puck?"
"You wish." Quinn chuckled as she shoved Brittany away from her. "So you and Lopez, huh?"
Brittany blushed and slapped Quinn's hand. "Yeah. Happened yesterday."
"Isn't that cute?" Quinn cooed out and laughed.
"Shut it!" Brittany laughed along. "She's really sweet."
"And I believe you." Quinn replied. "I think. She seems decent."
"She's breathtaking." Brittany sighed dreamily. "I mean, I know we just got together yesterday, but it feels like we've been in a relationship for years."
Quinn rolled her eyes and said. "Don't be silly, Britt. Yeah, I know I saw you giving really subtle glances back in junior high, but that doesn't mean you guys have been banging all this time."
"Q!" Brittany whispered loudly and looked over at the two girls, who were now choosing a different song.
"Sorry." She mumbled and continued on. "Are you guys gonna go public?"
Brittany stuck out her lip and thought for a moment. Santana shouldn't be afraid of being with her in public since basically everyone in Ohio knows she's a lesbian. "I guess so. I mean, everyone knows that I'm bisexual and so it won't be weird or anything."
Quinn smiled at her best friend and patted her knee. "That's true. But you're forgetting something."
Suddenly Brittany's eyes widened and she stood up. "I didn't flush the toilet, did I?"
Quinn looked at her with a bemused expression and the two girls stopped dancing and stared at Brittany with the same looks. Brittany flushed red and immediately sat back down when she sensed that the toilet thing wasn't what Quinn was talking about.
"No… I meant that you're forgetting that Santana is a Backstreet and…."
"I'm an Uptowner." Brittany sighed as she slouched against the couch. She looked up at Quinn and said. "My mom seemed fine with it."
"You're mom knows you're dating?" She asked with a surprised tone.
Brittany shook her head and said. "She overheard a conversation with me and San before San left after she tutored me. Mom heard San asking me out and me rejecting her and she asked me why I didn't say yes."
"Ah." Quinn mused out. "You're mom is pretty cool. I think my parents would flip out if they found out I use to date Puck."
"Your parents are picky." Brittany commented.
"Yup, but what about your dad?"
The dancer shrugged. "I don't know yet."
"Quinnn!" Two girly voices said in unison. "Brittyyyyy!"
The two blondes looked down and saw Brianna and Zoey approaching them and making themselves comfy in between the two cheerleaders. Brittany smiled and stroked her sister's hair. "Yeah?"
"We're bored." Zoey answered as she leaned against Quinn. "I want Noah."
Quinn smiled and gave Zoey a hug. "You must love your brother, huh?"
"Yeah!" Zoey grinned. "He's the bestest big brother ever! He fixes cars with Sanny and he always brings home the bacon. That's what mum says! Oh! And he always makes the monsters go away at night and he always plays the guitar with Sanny and they sing together like a band!" The girl said without needing to breathe.
"Puck can sing and play the guitar?" Quinn asked with disbelief. "Santana as well?"
"Yeah!" Brianna suddenly joined in. "San, Britty, and me were playing Adventure Time in our basement the other day and San was Marceline and she had daddy's guitar and she was singing and playing Hey Soul Sister! She sounded like a magician!"
"You mean musician." Brittany corrected as she kissed her sister's head.
Quinn grinned. "We should let them sing us a song." She then looked down at Zoey and chuckled. "Right Zo?"
"Yeah!" Zoey exclaimed. "Puck keeps the guitars in his truck all the time sometimes!"
"Let's go visit them!" Brittany said excitedly with Brianna now in her lap. The two were bouncing on the couch.
Quinn rolled her eyes and said. "Sure. Let's go take my car."
"YAAY!" Everyone else shouted as they ran out of the Pierce residence.
"Fuck." Santana mumbled as she grabbed a water bottle. She uncapped the bottle and poured the water into the pipe to cool the engine down. Once that was done, she slammed the hood down and patted it, signaling Puck to drive the car out of the garage.
Only three hours passed since she and Puck got to the garage. She didn't know that the place was packed. But as time flied, the number of people and cars began to decrease. Santana was rather pissed because many of the people had simple problems that they could do themselves instead of going to the garage. But the upside to it was that they were making more money.
"Here's another one!" Puck said as he drove a red Hyundai inside. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car and stood next to Santana. He pointed both his index and middle finger at the vehicle and said. "This one here, the exhaust pipe needs to be changed."
"I hate changing exhausts." Santana moaned out. She walked passed puck and picked up the jack from the corner and walked behind the car. Quickly, she placed the jack under the car and made Puck pump the handle.
Once the car was high enough, Santana swiftly got underneath it and began to unscrew the bolts.
"NOAH!"
Puck knitted his brows in confusion and turned around. He suddenly smiled as he saw his little sister running up to him. Zoey grinned when she felt her brother's arms picking her up and putting her on his shoulders as usual. The little girl giggled as she petted Puck's mohawk.
"What are you doing here, Zo?" Puck asked. "Isn't Quinn watching you?"
"She sure is." Quinn said as she, Brittany, and Brianna appeared from the main building. "Little bugger ran off when we were taking to Dave."
"Hey Puck!" Brittany grinned as she held her sister's hand. "This is my sister Brianna."
"Hey Brianna." Puck greeted as he bent down to shake the blonde girl's hand. "I'm Puck but you can call me Puckasaurus."
Brianna's eyes widened. "Like a dinosaur?"
"Like a dinosaur." Puck confirmed with a wink.
Quinn couldn't help but smile at Puck as he interacted with the two girls. She had no idea Puck had a soft side like this. She remembered when they were dating that he would rarely show this side of him. Sure he was romantic and understanding but it was during those special moments that hardly happen.
"Where's San?" Brittany asked as she looked around the area.
"She's under the car over there." Puck answered as he pointed at the Hyundai. "She's just changing an exhaust right now."
"Puck!" Santana's voice called. "Get me the new pipe in the box over there, will ya?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Puck replied as he rolled his eyes. He picked his sister off his shoulders and placed her down by Brianna. He ruffled both the girl's hairs and smiled. "Stick around, chicas. When we're done with this car we can chill out for a bit before getting back to work."
"Awesome!" Brittany exclaimed as she began to look around the place with Quinn following along. Brianna and Zoey decided to follow Puck and ask him questions, typical normal little kid stuff.
Santana flinched as she felt oil dripping onto her cheek. Puck handed her the new exhaust pipe and began threw the old one to the side. Once she got the new pipe, she quickly bolted it back onto the car. Santana smiled and got out underneath the car.
"All done." She exclaimed as she wiped the grease onto her jumpsuit. She looked around and found Puck talking to two kids. Santana grew confused and was about to call out Puck, but tensed when she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. She looked behind her and saw Brittany grinning.
"Britt-Britt?" Santana laughed. "What are you doing here?"
"We said we would visit!" Brittany replied happily.
The shorter girl blushed and was about to lean in for a kiss, but she noticed the dancer pulling back. Santana pouted and said. "What?"
"You got oil smidges all over your pretty face." Brittany giggled. "Go clean up!"
Santana rolled her eyes and nodded. "Fineee."
As Santana walked towards the sink, she noticed light footsteps behind her. She smirked as she turned on the faucet and began to wash her hands and face. She totally knew Brittany was behind her.
"What's it like having a job?" Brittany curiously asked as she looked at the repaired cars and damaged ones.
Santana reached for a fresh new towel and patted her face and dried her hands. She placed the towel in a bucket and replied. "It's…It's like school but like doing the same subject over and over again, but you get paid."
Brittany scrunched up her nose as she linked arms with the Backstreet. Santana smiled and looked up at Brittany, leading her out of the garage where they found Puck and Quinn sitting next to each other rather closely on the hood of someone's car. A wide grin spread across from the Latina's face while the dancer adorned a smile.
Suddenly a wolf whistle was heard which made Puck and Quinn break their trance from each other. Puck blushed while Quinn scowled at Santana, who was snickering madly for breaking their moment. Sure, Santana loves Puck like a brother but she can't miss a chance on embarrassing him like that.
"Where's Bree and Zo?" Brittan asked as she looked around.
"They're with Dave." Puck answered as his blush quickly died down. "He's just playing hide and seek with them."
"Cool." Santana simply said as she and Brittany approached them. "So…There's not much to do here really."
"Yeah." Puck said. "Santana and I just chill here till our break ends."
"That's boring!" Brittany commented as she bounced on her heels. "Don't you guys do anything fun?"
"We drink beer while we're on break." Santana said as she pondered on what else she and her best friend do when they're on break. "We listen to music."
"Speaking of music." Quinn suddenly said as she locked eyes with both Santana and Puck. "A little birdie told me that Puckerman and Lopez could sing AND play guitar."
"Is it the one that I kept in my locker?" Brittany asked in a state of panic. "Because Miss P told me to get rid of it."
"Nope." Quinn said as she looked at the Backstreets. "Zoey told."
"Ah that girl." Santana mused as she shrugged.
Puck raised a brow and looked at Quinn. "So?"
"Can you guys play us a song?" Brittany asked with the best smile she should muster up.
"Nah." Puck replied as he rested his back on the head. He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. "I don't do free performances."
"Well you suck." Quinn mumbled.
Santana chuckled and glanced over at Brittany who was now pouting. The Latina tensed at the sad puppy dog look on the dancer. Santana tried to look away, but she couldn't. The look on Brittany was just too precious. Brittany bit her lip and Santana swore she saw a tear somewhere in those perfect blue eyes.
"Fine!" Santana caved in as she threw her hands in the air.
"What?" Puck exclaimed as he sat up and looked at his best friend with disbelief. He glanced over and saw Quinn and Brittany high fiving each other while Santana had a blushing face. Puck chuckled and said. "Damn, you're whipped already."
"Fuck you!" Santana said and kicked Puck's leg. "Go get the guitars out of your truck.
"Whatever." Puck said as he got up and did as he was told.
"Since you guys can sing." Brittany said as they waited for Puck. "Can we join Glee Club?"
"No."
"Absolutely not."
Brittany pouted again. "Why not?"
"I don't feel comfortable preforming in front people." Quinn simply said.
"But you preform for at games and competitions!" Brittany pointed out.
Quinn stayed silent while Santana chuckled. She then looked over at the blonde and saw her slightly glaring at the Latina. Brittany placed her hands on her hips and asked. "How come you don't wanna join, San?"
"Cause it's lame." Santana shrugged.
"Well I wanna join!"
"Hey! I got them!" Puck said as he walked over with two old guitars. He handed Santana her guitar and the two made themselves comfortable on the hood of the car. As Puck tuned his guitar he asked Santana. "What song, mate?"
"Somebody to Love of course." Santana replied as she got into the rhythm of the song.
Puck smirked as he began to strum as well. He bobbed his head as he began to sing.
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Puck nudged Santana and encouraged her to sing the next verse. She rolled her eyes and sang.
I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?
Santana then got off the hood of the car and approached Brittany. She lightly brushed her lips against Brittany's cheek as Puck sang.
Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah
Santana pulled back from the blonde and winked. Brittany chuckled as Santana soon sang along with Puck. The Latina sat next to her best friend and the two finished the song with one last strum.
Quinn and Brittany immediately clapped. The head Cheerio smirked and said. "Nice job, guys. I'm impressed."
"That's not the only thing that I can do that can impress you." Puck said as he winked.
Quinn rolled her eyes while Brittany and Santana were in their own world right now. Brittany grinned as she pounced Santana with a hug.
"Amazing." The dancer complimented.
Santana smirked and said. "Our date tomorrow will even be better."
"It better be." Brittany grinned. "Seven o'clock, right?"
"Yup." Santana replied with a smile.
A/N: Tell me whatcha think! Thanks for reading