This is really more of a filler chapter, but I tried to put some action in definitely!
Santana couldn't focus on Privacy Law this morning. She spent the entire class consecutively colouring the edges of her notebook paper. Probably should have focused, too bad. She didn't really need to work that hard in school. Sure she studied when she needed too and put effort in when she needed too, but most of the time information came to her easily. It was one of those things she only let Brittany know about in high school. Brittany would sit with her on her bed quietly looking over her homework. It wasn't that Brittany had a hard time with school, she just had other things she wanted to focus on. And now Brittany had it, everything she had ever wanted. Santana had most everything she'd ever wanted: a 3.82 GPA, her good friends in New York, and her family still loved her most of the time except for abuela.
Somehow she'd missed the end of class as her peers began to throw their belongings in their bags. "In your own world Lopez?" she looked up to find Mark, the boy that's been trying to get her to "study" with him all semester.
"Ah Marcus, how was class today?"
"Yeah you were absolutely in your own world. Need notes?" At least this was one good thing about people assuming heterosexuality, she could use them for favours.
"Really? That be so great! You're really the best."
They walked into the slowly warming air as he ripped his notes out for her. She didn't look up as she attempted to go through his horrible handwriting.
"Do you know who that is?" Mark whispered to her over her notes.
She continued to look down. "Who?"
"It's Brittany S. Pierce, she's so fucking hot. Sorry I mean that's demeaning, but she is a fine piece of woman."
After searching through the crowd she found it easy to find Brittany, after following everyone's eyes toward Brittany's disguised face, though obviously not so disguised. "Have a wonderful afternoon Marcus, thank you for the notes I'll bring them back on Thursday."
"Look who we have here," she said with a tap on Brittany's shoulder.
"How did you recognise me? I'm incognito."
"Brittany you could be wearing a mask and I could recognise you from your legs alone."
"I always knew you only liked me for my body."
"Yeah your face has really always been a bummer. Why do you think I always close my eyes and want to make out in the dark?"
"I thought that was because you weren't comfortable with your lesbian identity and when you actually saw me you had to acknowledge you were having sex with another woman. At least that's what my therapist says."
"Britt…" she murmured. Suddenly she could feel all the eyes of her peers on the two of them together, worst yet she could hear the shutters of paparazzi's cameras on the two of them. She was glad she wasn't touching her or hadn't touched her. "Can we go somewhere else?"
"Ah so we're back in the dark even as we stand in the light." She could tell Brittany saw the terror encompassing her. She didn't even know why she felt this way. All this time in New York she had really been working on feeling comfortable with her own identity, and she was getting there, slowly but she was surely getting there and then there was Brittany in front of her and she felt it all go away. So she just started walking away. It didn't make sense, simply walking away, and she could tell Brittany was just gaping at her initially, but then she felt her fall in step with her. "If we're going to be together Santana, and I know that's what you want, you need to get used to people looking at us."
"Why? Why is it any of their business who you're with and why you're with them?"
"Because that's what I've signed up for. That's what you wanted me to do isn't it? Go to LA and get famous."
"I don't know if you remember, but the plan was for us to never see each other again."
"That was a stupid plan from the beginning because we're always going to be together even if we're not physically together. Even if we're in the dark Santana."
"It's hard now that you are so sure of everything."
"God Santana you're sure of it too. I know whenever any of those stupid boys were inside you or whenever you're inside those stupid girls you're thinking about me."
"Stupid huh? And how do you know all this?"
"Because it's the same for me and you and me we're the same when it comes to each other, except you can't accept that."
"Ok, I get it. You win. I suck. You've always been the good one in this relationship and I suck and ruin it and everything's my fault."
"I'm not trying for you to become more self deprecating than you already are, I'm trying to help you work through your feelings. It's important to me to understand why you're feeling why you're feeling that way. Yet you automatically feel that you have to be defensive and fight with me about it. I do not mean to hurt you I mean to make sure you know that I love you and no matter what you're safe with me."
"How did it happen? How did a loser like me get you to fall in love with me?"
"Unfortunately I never really had a chance."
"I really want to kiss you right now, but I know those cameramen have already gotten a lot of pictures of us fighting and I don't think I'm ready for photo kisses."
"You weren't saying that when we made that sex tape in high school."
"Ugh… why would you remind me of that?"
"It was pretty hot though."
"Oh hot as fuck, but the whole school seeing it was not ideal."
"Let's go to your apartment so I can kiss you because it's not fair when you're looking that cute."
"Now that is something I can get behind."
Santana watched as Brittany slept next to her with that small smile of contentment on her face. This was when she felt as peace when she knew Brittany was at peace. They'd made out a little with heavy petting, but neither of them was ready for anything more at this moment. Brittany because she didn't trust Santana and Santana because she didn't trust herself. To be honest once she started having sex with Brittany she didn't know if she could stop.
Unfortunately she had to finish a paper before tomorrow, so she let her peace sleep as made her way into the kitchen. Even though Quinn had somehow been able to move into their apartment two weeks ago she still found herself surprised when Quinn sat in the quietness of the kitchen. "Well hello Quinferior."
"Ah Satan…"
"Let me to stop you there. If you're gonna live here you better start coming up with some new material. Satan is so middle school. Quinferior just came up out of nowhere."
"Let's not get ahead of your own wit. Just because you're having sex with Brittany again doesn't mean we're back in high school."
"Well again let me stop you there as I did not have sexual relations with that woman."
"Who are you and what have you done with Santana? You could barely control yourself when we are sleeping in the same bed."
"Gross Quinn. I could absolutely control myself." Quinn cocked an eyebrow at her in that oh so Quinn way. "Ok well it wasn't easy. We're waiting. But we're back together I think. I mean neither of us have actually said we're together. However, we have said we love each other."
"Am I supposed to be impressed with the obvious?"
"I wish you'd appreciate the steps I've taken." Out of nowhere a moan came from Mia's bedroom. "What the hell was that? Is Puck here? That's disgusting, I may vomit. Actually excuse me I'm going to go vomit."
"Make room for me. I cannot handle that."
"Isn't it weird that we've had sex with a bunch of the same people but not each other?"
"That's never crossed my mind Santana. Are you that sexually frustrated that you're propositioning me with Brittany in the other room?"
"Fuck you Fabray."
"You'd obviously like that. In all seriousness though Santana, thanks for letting me stay here and I recognise that you've made steps towards becoming a better person, though you do not show those skills to me I am certainly aware of it."
"If we're trying to be kind right now I will say thank you. I have some sort of feeling you're doing this because of Brittany. I will get to the bottom of you."
"You do everything for Brittany so I'd say that's fair."
"Whatever is for the best for her."