And so we continue!
Oh man this chapter was hard to write at times. Thanks for sticking with the story from the first case! It was nice to see you guys are still keeping with it!
Side note sorry for the double alert. FF isn't posting the chapter. So hopefully it will work this time!
X. InTimacy Interrupted
"Who is Tim?"
The question hung in the air. Santana hadn't meant to reveal so many emotions at once, but the dark haired beauty knew that her eyes betrayed her.
The name lingered with ominous intentions. It continued to ring in her ears and around her girlfriend's head. Santana couldn't help but to start jumping to conclusions right away. Brittany's bright ocean view eyes had instantly lit up then shifted to avoid direct contact. Normally the blonde had such an open loving personality. She never turned away. She never hid anything, not from Santana. Her heart sunk at the reaction.
But she had pride. Fuck she had far too much pride for it to be considered healthy. Santana pushed herself away from Brittany.
Despite their current lack of clothes, Santana felt naked. She sat a few feet away. Her head cocked to the side. Brittany's eyes revealed panic. She had seen Santana's body close up before. It always meant trouble. The blonde tried to close the physical gap between them before Santana had the chance to close herself off emotionally.
"San, where are you going? Come back. He's not what you think." Brittany reached out, but Santana batted the girl's hand away.
"What does that even mean?"
"Tim?" Brittany gulped and tried once again to pull her girlfriend back. This time Santana leaned back so she could get off the floor. The brunette reached for her shirt and put it back on. Brittany dropped her head and sighed. Experience with Santana meant Brittany knew it was better to remain as she was and to let Santana be the first to react. In response to Santana's clothes, Brittany remained stubbornly naked on the floor.
"Yes, Brittany! Fucking Tim!" Santana growled. This was not what she had been expecting. Brittany's face had been so – guarded like she had something to hide. Perhaps that hurt more than the fact that she had come over to Santana's house gotten fucked and had been fooling around with some other guy while she had been gone.
"San." The naked girl spoke sternly making sure to keep her eyes on Santana. It was a hard task as the brunette refused to even look at Brittany now. The Latina had obstinately decided now would be a good time to open her closet to rearrange her clothes. Brittany played with some lint underneath the bed for a moment before trying once more. "Tan," She rarely used the nickname. By the way Santana's back tensed for a moment, Brittany knew it got the girl's attention. "You never let me finish telling you about Tim."
"Did you fool around with him while I was away."
"Yes." Her voice responded pleasantly.
Santana couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Brittany realized her mistake a moment too late. "No! Santana! Not like that! I mean we fooled around by hanging out. He and Tubbs kept me company while you were gone, but it wasn't anything like that."
Finally she felt now would be the perfect time to get up. Brittany stood up, still naked, and walked up behind Santana's back.
True to her nature, Santana resisted acknowledging the presence of her naked girlfriend so close to her body. It was hard – harder than she let on. Her body tingled. Brittany didn't need to be pressed against her skin to have this affect on the brunette. Her body felt hot because Brittany wasn't touching her. How could that be fair? Still, Santana remained staunchly planted in the closet and forced herself to reach up to move some hangers around as if Brittany had no effect on her.
"So what was it like then? Since according to an unnamed source you've been hanging out with the kid all the time." Santana blurred the truth. So Quinn hadn't exactly said those things, but she needed to know if Britt would reveal more. She steeled her eyes forward to focus on a red dress so she didn't have to look at Brittany's face. It would hurt too much.
"Who have you been talking to?" Brittany asked genuinely. "Because I specifically took away my diaries from Lord Tubbington's reading list. And to be on the safe side I hid his reading glasses. He's been very angry at me for that, so if you heard anything from him don't trust him! He's totally blackmailing me. Besides I had to cut him off the Lucky Charms. The vet said that I couldn't keep giving him marshmallows for all his meals after I took him in after the two times he passed out during break and didn't wake up for a few days. So if Lord T was sending you messages or-"
"It was Quinn! Not Lord Tubbs!" Santana cut the girl off.
"Oh." Brittany hung her head again for a moment as if to think of a response or perhaps to question why Quinn would have said something. "San, I don't know what Quinn told you, but she wasn't around during all of break so how would she know what Tim and I were doing."
"So you were doing something then?"
"San," Brittany moved forward and reached out tentatively for Santana's hip. At first the girl tried to pull away, but Brittany made sure she had a firm grasp before wrapping her arm around Santana's waist. "All we were doing was solving mysteries. Without school in session at McKinley, there were like no requests for help. I even went in a few times to make sure Figgins didn't need LT and I to take a few sniffs around the school for any clues or foul play."
"Quinn said the glee kids found you wandering lost in McKinley a few times."
"Lost? We were looking for bad guys. You never know. The Pink Dagger or Frank could have come back or something. We were making sure everything was safe."
Brittany smiled as she felt Santana let go. The girl's body finally relaxed into Brittany's arm.
"So about this Tim guy…"
"Don't worry, Santana, you're my everything. Besides why would I be getting with anyone when you can do all those lovely things you just did to me on the floor over there." Brittany's grip tightened just enough to encourage Santana to lean back towards her girlfriend.
"I am pretty awesome."
"Duh. I've known that forever now." Again the blonde moved forward just a little. Just enough to break down more of Santana's defenses. She pursed her lips against the tanned skin of Santana's neckline right above the collarbone. Santana tensed for a split second, but Brittany maintained her position. She neither moved her lips away from the spot nor became aggressive. This was a single kiss of love meant to calm her girlfriend down.
"Whatever." Santana bristled at the contact, but didn't pull away. She hated admitting the effect Brittany had on her.
"I met him at the park one day when I was too bored to do one of my podcasts. There was a little girl lost trying to find her mom. I was about to offer to help since I've been lost so many times in the park, but he beat me to talking to her. It took him like five minutes to find her mom. I kept thinking I would have to talk to him about taking potential customers away from our business. You know, get all gang style on the playground turf." Brittany paused for a moment to assess Santana's mood, but her body language, though guard, still hadn't pulled away. "Instead he came up to me afterwards and stuck out his head. He said his name was Tim and that he had seen our posters around. He had asked around his school about me. One of his classmates said that he used to live near me and told him I liked to hang in the park."
"So he was stalking you?" Santana grumbled. The situation might have changed, but this Tim character seemed way more suspicious than Brittany felt about him.
"No, silly, he just wanted to see if he could become a partner in LT: P-EYE." Brittany laughed lightly and gave Satana's neck another light kiss.
"A partner? Like work with us? And I haven't even met him? And what is LT:P-EYE? It sounds like some type of robot from like Star Wars or Star Trek or whatever one had the little thing that made all the noises." Santana smiled sweetly for a moment. She loved when Brittany would come up with the cutest things to say or call things.
"Oh! That's like our trademark or something. Tim said that we need to have a brand name so we can like stamp it on our cattle to prevent other people from stealing our ideas. I was a little confused about the whole thing and what it had to do with cows, but if I can dress up like a cowgirl that would be hot right?" Brittany kept talking clearly excited about Tim's idea. "I could even get boots! I wanted to ask if you if that means we should get tattoos that say LT: P-EYE like so we would be trademarked too! Wouldn't that be cool? It would be like we belonged to each other. I thought maybe we could even get Lord Tubbington one."
Brittany went to kiss Santana again, but a hand rejected her advances immediately. Santana finally spun around to face her girlfriend. Her eyes bristled with annoyance at Brittany's mood and reaction when it came to talking about this Tim. Who the fuck did he think he was?
"Sounds lame and I would not share a tatt design with LT and especially not with some punk." Santana bit back. Her harsh words put Britt out a little. She didn't even try to close the distance between them again. All that hard work to calm Santana down had been completely erased. That didn't mean she was giving up, it just meant a different tactic. "Did Tim-," Santana's voice dripped with venom, "-also plan on getting a matching tattoo with us and LT?"
Her dark eyes were flashing with anger. Unfortunately they were also drawn down towards Brittany's quite naked, but quite lovely chest. She couldn't remain furious if she had to keep looking at her girlfriend's perfect body. Before Brittany could respond, Santana whirled around to the closet. It took only a second for her to find an old McKinley High School sweatshirt. She threw it at the blonde while saying, "And please put something on! You are so distracting."
Brittany smiled pleased that she had been able to break the tension for a few moments. She was even more pleased to know that Santana still couldn't resist her. It only took a few seconds, but she popped the sweatshirt on and instantly fell in the smell of Santana's room - lingering perfume, the smell of the house, and her laundry detergent.
She pulled herself out of the comfort of her girlfriend's clothes back to answer the question about Tim. "Nope. He's too body conscious. He's always talking about how he must maintain his perfect figure or something like that. So he can't risk permanent marks yet. Even running around with me and Lord T is a risk. What if he falls and scars or something?"
Santana laughed. This guy sounded like a total wuss! Actually what he sounded like was Kurt. Perfect. What did she have to worry about if some gay kid from another school wanted to hang with her perfect girlfriend? Not a big deal. Quinn had said Tim went to some private school. Hell, he was probably one of Blaine's old buddies from the Warblers or something lame like that. Her voice revealed her relief. "So he's gay?"
"What?" Brittany cocked her head.
"He's gay. This Tim guy, he definitely has to be gay or at least you make him sound like that. Do you guys paint each other's nails? Has Kurt met him or Blaine? Maybe we can see the three boys fight over each other." Santana quickly rattled off questions and possibilities to compensate for the anxiety Brittany and this Tim had put her through.
"No, no one's met him." Brittany said slowly unsure how Santana had come to that conclusion. "I mean…I guess he could be gay. I just never thought so because he's always surrounded by girls. Sometimes he has to push through a whole bunch of them at his lacrosse games just to come talk to me. That's when we normally have time to go mystery hunting."
Santana's good mood instantly vanished and her face dropped. Who was this asshole?
"I see. So he's good looking, probably not gay, plays lacrosse-"
"-oh and he swims or dives or something. He told me once when we were at the frozen pond at the park."
Santana contained herself from growling at all the extra information Brittany felt the need to keep giving her. Three weeks! It had only been three weeks.
"My bad-" Again her voice sounded like acid as Santana continued to list all the many wonderful things about Tim. "-he swims too, cares about his looks, makes up a trademark for our business, and he is now a partner solving crimes for Lord Tubbington: Private Eye. Oh! Wait I mean LT: P-EYE."
Brittany could sense that Santana was pissed, but since her other tactic had failed, Brittany had to just keep going on this new path. She nodded enthusiastically at the list not changing her demeanor to acknowledge the fact her girlfriend looked ready to blow smoke from her nostrils.
"San, he's fine. Besides he's not going to be around all that often now that his agent found him a gig for a commercial or something. He didn't have a lot of details when he talked to me today. That's why I called Quinn. He was kinda like saying good-bye to me or something. Just that he couldn't hang out with me every day like we had been doing. I didn't realize what time it was. You know how I am with time." Britt shrugged her shoulders. Her blue eyes were crystal clear as she looked for some sign of forgiveness or acceptance from her girlfriend.
Santana remained aloof. "So you were just talking to him instead of picking your girlfriend up at the airport? The same girlfriend you haven't seen in three weeks? Really, Britt? That's so fucking great. Makes me feel awesome."
Brittany dropped her head and pouted for a moment. She hadn't meant to lost track of time, but she did feel terrible when she had to beg Quinn to make the trip to the airport. "He was talking alot I felt bad cause he said he wouldn't be around as much."
Santana wasn't done though. Her voice continue to rise in anger revealing how hurt she had been at the airport. Brittany knew she had messed up. "And he has an agent? What is this guy like fucking superman?"
"Maybe! I can ask him next time I see him."
"Whoa! Hold up there, Britt." Santana raised her hand and narrowed her eyes. "I'm not sure I want you to be hanging out with this Tim guy. He sounds suspicious. How can all that stuff be true? When did he say he'll be around again?"
Again Brittany shifted at the questions and observations. "San, I know you want to protect me, but he's not a bad guy. He's been helping me catch the bad guys. I don't know when I'll see him again. Normally he texts me. Mostly we meet up at the park. But, Santana, I don't know if it's a good idea that you two meet each other."
Santana bristled at Brittany's admission. "What do you mean?" Her eyes narrowed even further. Her arms crossed over her chest.
"Well I mean I talked about you all the time. He asked about you a lot actually. I told him how upset I was that you were on this island in like the middle of Asia and how I couldn't get in contact with you except through emails every few days. I told him how awesome you were!" Brittany smiled trying to get Santana to smile back. The brunette continued to glare. So the girl scrunched her face to the side and continued talking. "I told Tim that he needed to meet you when you came back so he could see how awesome my girlfriend was for himself."
"So why can't I meet him?"
"Well after I told him all these great stories about you, I think he might have gotten nervous or something about meeting you."
"What stories?"
"Like all of them?" Brittany flashed a guilty smile. "Like how you ran down Frank or beat up Quinn that one time. All the times you've defended glee with your razor hair or even all those times you've gone to duel it out with other people."
"Well at least he's scared of me." Santana huffed, but it did little to assuage her concern about this Tim guy.
"Totally! I told him how you go all badass Lima Heights on people if you don't like them. And how you're so good with your tongue and how-"
Santana raised her hand again to stop Brittany from talking. "Why are you telling him about our sex life? I mean, I know it's hot and sexy, but I don't think I want some guy I don't even know hearing about my good my tongue is."
Brittany laughed and took another step towards Santana. The first step since her girlfriend had pushed her back. Again Brittany began the soft and slow work of breaking down the walls her love spent so much time and effort throwing up when she felt vulnerable. "You wish I was praising your ladylovemaking skills to everyone. You'd love that. Don't deny it, but I was talking about your vicious vicious words."
A slight tinge of red lit in Santana's cheeks as Brittany called her out. It wasn't often the Latina blushed. The blonde took another step towards her, but she didn't shrink back. Instead Santana closed the gap herself by leaning forward, the official signal Santana could now be approached.
This was the longest she had been mad at Brittany since they had decided to make their relationship official. All she had to do was keep reminding herself that it was warranted. Brittany had hurt her. Maybe she had jumped the gun a little, but it was definitely hard to admit when she was wrong. Somehow, in this moment when Santana had been the one to attack Brittany, Brittany still made it so easy to mold back into their relationship.
"You talked about me a lot then?"
"Talked about you. Thought about you. I made you a whole collection of pictures about us. Allie had to buy me a new pack of crayons. I think even Lord Tubbington missed you." Brittany took one more step towards the half-naked girl standing by the vanity next to closet.
"Doubtful. I'm sure he was dancing on a mountain of cheese performing some weird cat ritual to curse my soul in the afterlife. Probably the most exercise he's gotten in months and all because he thought I was dead or marooned on some island."
"I don't think he thought you turned into a color, babe." Brittany smirked as she finally stepped into Santana's personal space.
Santana heart skipped a beat at the last part of those words. Babe. She just loved the sound of the utter love and possessive nature of the word. It revealed tenderness on that deep personal level which Santana had only just opened up in her relationship with her best friend. The feel of Brittany's hands tugging on her t-shirt finally collapsed the rest of her walls. Brittany moved forward and leaned down into the kiss.
A hand reached back to grasp the edge of the vanity for support as Brittany pressed her whole body flush against Santana's body. A long strong arm wrapped firmly against her waist once more except this time Santana didn't dare to push it away. Instead she moaned into the kiss and arched her back. Brittany's long leg slid between tanned one spreading them apart against the wood of the vanity.
"B…" Santana whispered as she could barely pull back from the kiss. Already her body demanded more. Those blue eyes staring straight through her always ignited something so deep within her. "Don't think I'm going to let this Tim guy slide through and try to steal my girl."
Brittany couldn't help but smile into another kiss before responding. Every word brushed up and down against skin their lips were still connected. "Of course. And that's why you're my Santana. I'm still your girl. Some silly boy isn't going to change that."
Santana held her gaze before finally nodding. Their lips met again. Brittany's leg slid further between Santana's. The blonde's thigh set firmly up against her girlfriend's naked pussy. Santana moaned as she hooked her arms around Britt's neck. Her ass lifted to the edge of vanity so gain a better angle to grind on the limb moving between her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips through their kiss. Brittany pulled back and licked her lips slowly before biting her bottom lip. She looked the moaning girl straddling her leg up and down. Her own pussy was hot and wet from watching the Latina ride up her thigh. Santana lunged up and grabbed onto the front of Brittany's sweatshirt with one hand; the other hand ran through blonde hair. Their mouths collided once more.
Thrown off balance, Brittany threw out her hand to the glass mirror behind Santana in order to keep herself steady. It would be a long night. They still had quite a few things to talk about.
The next morning the two girls woke up naked tangled in a mess of clothes haphazardly clutched at from the closet then thrown to the floor, sheets that had been torn from the bed, and what had to be one of the curtains from Santana's bedroom window. For some reason the rod had been needed last night. It lay a few feet away from where the girls were sleeping strewn in their nest of materials. The brass rod definitely had signs of use and foul play on it. As did most of the objects and surfaces around Santana's room.
Santana had fallen asleep on the floor. Her hands had grabbed a handful of the various materials to block out the sun which now could stream unhindered by the curtain through her room. She knew Brittany was close by because she felt so warm. Limbs were arbitrarily draped over other body parts.
She didn't want to move. Her whole body felt dead. Exhausted from last night's activities, the two girls had passed out. It didn't look like they would be getting up anytime soon that was until Santana's bedroom door creaked open.
"Ay! Madre de Dios!" A voice crackled through the room. Santana groggily opened her eyes and lifted what felt like a bra, a t-shirt, and one boot from her face. She squinted at the light and moaned.
"Wha?"
"Oh your parents would kill me if they knew of the things you and Miss Brittany did while they were away!"
"Please please, Mariska, no guilt trips this early in the morning."
"Morning!" The plump women moved through the room making sure to not look at the naked bodies on the floor only decently covered because of the mess of clothing on top of them. "It is two in the afternoon! You've been sleeping all day and making the biggest mess of your room!"
"It's fine, Mar, we can clean up later."
"Clean up later?" The woman shoved some clothes into a hamper. "Your parents would kill me if they knew."
"They already know. I told them remember?"
"Oh not about you and Brittany! Good heavens you two are the cutest couple. Although I admit I think it broke my grandson, Francisco, and his poor heart to hear that he could no longer try to court you. I thought you two would have made the sweetest couple. He needs a good strong woman like yourself, but Miss Brittany is more than capable of handling you." Mariska continued to move about the room talking about everything. Santana groaned again and pulled the t-shirt back over her eyes. She loved the maid, but really last night had been exhausting. "If your parents knew I let you have these slumber parties, what would they think?"
"Nothing. They wouldn't think anything of it because they would have to care first. And second they would have to be back on this side of the world."
"You know they care, honey."
"Whatever."
"Don't you whatever me, Tanita! Now where is that Brittany? I imagine she would have to be under this mess somewhere." Mariska picked up the comforter and placed it on the bed, but still didn't find the blonde. "I'm making pancakes. I know she loves those."
Suddenly the mound of clothes, the curtain, and all the other things from Santana's room that had covered the brunette's stomach shifted. Brittany's head popped up out of the pile from between Santana's legs. Mariska put a hand to heart and made a quick sign of the cross before she exited the room muttering something else in Spanish.
"Pancakes?"
Santana lifted her torso to look down at the blonde now smiling between her legs. Last night had been good.
"What you couldn't find anything else better to eat while you were down there?" She smirked.
Brittany waited for a half second before she went back beneath the clothing. Santana's body jerked. The feel of wet tongue between her legs had shocked her system. She had not been expecting that and now her body tingled unsure how to react. Brittany didn't give her any time to enjoy the invasion as she popped back up. "Not as good as pancakes!"
"Hey!" Santana playfully growled and kicked at Britt. The two rolled around for a few minutes before they finally grabbed articles of random outfits and got dressed. They walked downstairs hand and hand to the smell of a delicious breakfast almost done cook. Mariska was at the stove cooking bacon. Pancakes were already on the table. They both went right to the water and chugged a few glasses before they were ready to start digging in.
After breakfast Brittany got a call from Allie saying that she would need her to come into work to help with some filing. Apparently Allie had also been concerned by Brittany's lack of activities and had convinced her boss to hire her sister for some paperwork. Santana couldn't help but beam. Her girl had been busy and making bank while she had been on that island. Santana offered to drive Brittany to the hospital. Besides she had needed to drop something off for her father anyway.
Santana drove all the way to the hospital. Allie stood outside the ER waiting for them in her scrubs. Brittany gave her sister a hug. San waved bye to them as they started down the hallway towards the opposite end of the hospital, but Brittany ran back to give her girl one last kiss. Santana blushed.
"Pick me up later?" Brittany asked swinging Santana's hands back and forth.
"Of course. Maybe we can even have a date or something."
"That sounds awesome. Breaksticks?"
"Sure."
"Oh! Allie wanted to know if you could swing by the house and drop this off for her? Just put it anywhere. Also could you feed Lord Tubbington?" Brittany batted those eye lashes.
"I guess. As long as he doesn't attack me."
"He won't if you're really nice to him."
"This is going to be a problem."
Brittany didn't respond. She gave Santana one last kiss before running back down the hall to Allie. For a brief moment Santana and Allie made eye contact. Maybe they could be friends or something. The whole situation was strange anyway with Brittany living with her sister. Santana shrugged. It didn't matter. As long as she could be with Brittany, why should she care about what her sister thought? And yet no matter how many times Santana told herself that, she still felt happy whenever Allie acknowledged her. She turned back down the hall to find her father's office.
Santana pulled up to Brittany's house not that long after she had dropped off her packages for her father. She was about the get out of the car when her phone vibrated.
Hey plans not wrkin fo 2nite.
It was from Quinn.
What no party?
Got busted.
It's like 3pm. How it get busted?
Parents.
Lame. Glad mine are on the other side of the world. Keep me posted.
Santana shut her phone and got out of her car. Luckily she was dressed appropriately today or at least dressed. She hadn't changed from the assortment of clothes she had thrown on. Sweat pants, a scarf or two, mismatched boots and so on, Santana would have made fun of herself relentlessly. After last night though she couldn't care.
At least she wasn't freezing today.
She made it halfway up the driveway when she spotted something on the front steps. It was colorful and bright. Upon closer inspection, Santana realized it was a bouquet of flowers. No, not just a bouquet of flowers these were colors of every variety like a rainbow.
"What?" Santana mumbled to herself. She didn't know that Allie was dating again. Hopefully it would be a girl this time. Allie worked herself too much not to get some good loving of the lady kind. Taking a peek wouldn't hurt. Santana flicked open the little card attached. It was typed, but looked customized so Santana couldn't help but read it.
It read:
Brittany,
Thanks again for last night! You're the best! I know I said I might not be around as much. But I was hoping that maybe we could get together today. I have a lacrosse game at the indoor field at Work-R-Holics Complex at 2pm. Maybe I could buy you a soda as a thanks for talking to me. I needed it.
Tim
Santana cocked her head to the side. Her eyes quickly scanned the card three, four, five, a hundred times just to make sure that she was reading it correctly. Tim really was trying to steal her girl! This was not just something in her head!
He was so dead.
She quickly unlocked her phone to check the time.
3:15
Maybe if she hurried she could catch the game and meet this Tim for herself. He had no idea what was coming for him. Santana dropped the flowers on the steps so Brittany wouldn't suspect anything. Unlocking the door, Santana threw Allie's bag on the ground and quickly went to lock it again so she could make it to the complex in time.
But no, Lord Tubbington decided that now he wanted Santana's attention. The cat meowed loudly from the kitchen followed by the distinct sound of a metal bowl dragging around the counter.
"Shit." She had totally forgotten about feeding the Tubbsters. She stormed into the kitchen. The cat sensed a disturbance because it whipped around to face the Latina. Santana could tell by the look in the feline's eyes that he hadn't expected to see her again. No time to reacquaint herself with Brittany's cat, Santana bent over and lifted the hissing cat. "No time today, Tubbs. We have an appointment across town. So we are getting your food to go!"
Santana looked around and grabbed one of the many boxes of Lucky Charms on the counter. That would have to do. She ran out of the house barely able to hold the cat, the Charms, and the keys, but she finally locked the door. LT struggled and hissed, but Santana ignored the scratches on her arm. She wasted no time or pleasantries as she threw the cat into the back seat. She ripped open the box of cereal and dumped some on the back seat for the cat to eat.
Upholstery be damned! She would be there in time to confront this Tim about her Brittany. She shifted her car into gear and sped off. Lord Tubbington tensed and hissed from the backseat at the speed, but Santana could care less. "Shut it Tubbers, think of it like your monthly field trip. This boy Tim is all over your girl and you are still mad at me. Typical."
She rounded into the parking lot at 3:30 and put the car in park. Santana looked back at Lord Tubbington to see if she had finally killed the pain-in-the-ass, but the cat continued to munch happily on the cereal. He would be fine. Tim would not be. The door burst open as Santana ran into the sports complex. Guys her age, some of them she recognized, were walking into the entrance at the same time. A few of them called her name, but dressed as she was and in her current frantic state, Santana blew them off.
The lacrosse fields behind the basketball courts and across from the ice skating rinks. Santana ran to get there, but when she arrived only a few people remained mostly adults talking.
"Fuck." She had been too late. Santana fumed at herself then at the cat for having to cart his fat ass all the way here. But she spotted a few guys all the way on the other side of the field. Maybe they would know where she could find Tim.
"Hi." Santana smiled sweetly trying to charm them.
They had to be sophomores or something because they instantly straightened up at the attention of a girl like Santana.
"Hi." "Hey."
She still had it even if she looked like a hobo fashion designer had dressed her this morning.
"I just wanted to know if you guys know a Tim. I was supposed to meet him at the game earlier, but it looks like I missed it. Do you guys know if he's still around?"
The two guys glanced at each other then her then back to each other as if trying to communicate silently.
"Yeah we know a Tim, but you're definitely not the girl he thought was going to meet here today."
Santana didn't know what angered her more – the fact Tim had expected Brittany to drop everything and be here or that these boys knew Brittany well enough to know what the blonde looked like.
"Oh so he has other girls besides me?"
The one guy laughed. "Nah, he has lots of girls but he's been trying to work his magic on this blonde chick for the past few weeks. It's cute watching him be nice instead of his usual self."
Santana reminded herself yet again that she couldn't attack these guys for information. They didn't even go to her school. Noises from behind alerted Santana that the next group of guys would be coming on to play soon so she couldn't linger much longer. "So he's a total player. Any chance he's going to seal the deal with this blonde girl?"
The two guys looked at each other again as if once more exchanging secret information. "I wouldn't say player although he's a beast on the field both in lacrosse and off, but I don't know. The blonde chick showed up a lot and they always hung around talking to each other, but she's kinda out of his league."
Santana smiled. Good.
The other guy added right afterwards, "But that's only because they're not on the same level. He's smart, he'll totally find a way to work through that. Besides they share all that mystery stuff and they don't go to the same school. They always have to meet up."
Santana frowned. What did any of that mean?
"Wait. What?" She asked but the guys were already waving to her. An older guy with a whistle and bag stepped onto the field and motioned her to clear off. "Hold up!"
The one guy kept running but the cuter one with shaggy hair lingered back. "What? Our coach is gonna kill us if we keep talking to you."
"Look I am having a party tonight at my place. How about you and your friend come over. Invite Tim. It should be fun." Santana reached over the bench and pulled out a pen from a clip board. She smiled batting her eye lashes at the kid. Did she know why she was doing this? No. But she needed some other way to find this Tim character. Maybe he would show. She leaned over and seductively bit her bottom lip as she lifted the guy's shirt sleeve to write out her number. "Text me later."
The kid practically drooled. She had to control the urge to roll her eyes. "What's your name?"
"Santana." She gave him a wink before signing her name underneath the number with a heart. That should do it. "Tell Tim that the blonde should be making an appearance as well."
"Sure." The kid said absentmindedly. Santana smiled again. A whistle directed towards them made the guy stop staring so blatantly at her. He started and nodded emphatically before running back to the field. He ran straight to his other friend already telling him about how he got Santana's number and the party. Perfect.
She pulled out her phone and started texting everyone she knew. First text went straight to Puck.
Asshole. Party my place. Bring kegs.
Yes! Hven't had a party in forever.
Whatev. Tell every1. Dnt forget beer.
The brunette made eye contact with no one else as she walked out of the complex. Next person was Quinn.
Change of plans. Parents out of country. Party at my place. Text every1 in glee.
You sure? I know how you hate pretending that you actually like them.
Every1, might as well. Besides we strt school monday.
Even Rachel?
Bring ur troll. I'll make sure theres something shiny for her 2 play w. No musicals!
Cya, San.
Finally as she reached her car, Santana pulled out her phone to text the only person that really mattered – Brittany.
Hey baby change of plans.
Oh like what?
No Breadstix. Party at my place. Hope ur rdy to dance w me.
Always! Still pickin me up?
Of course.
Take care of LT?
Santana's heart stopped. The fucking cat was still in her car. Her beautiful baby! She ran through the last bit of parking lot to her red car. Inside the Mercedes, the cat had torn into the box of cereal tossing marshmallows and dried cereal all over the back seat. Her heart stopped again. There in the middle of the seat was a tear through the leather.
This meant war.
Dnt worry. I will take care of LT.
Satana closed her phone shut and threw open her car door lunging for the enormous cat at the same time. She yelled and the cat hissed. People walked by unsure if they should help the feline, the girl, or to call security or something.
Soooooo we continue to wonder who this mysterious Tim could be and how well he really knows Brittany. And what is his deal? Is Santana too late to protect her girl?
Thanks for all the feedback and responses! :D