"Don't be ridiculous, Puckerman."
At that, my heart sank. She's still not ready. It's gonna take time, I guess. I just hope this isn't going to be the first of many broken promises.
"Too bad. that would have been extremely hot. I was hoping to get in on a little of that action." He replies sleazily as he wiggles his eyebrows. Santana gags in response and my face contorts in disgust. I throw his arm off of my shoulder and take a seat at the back of the choir room; as far from Santana as possible, without it looking too obvious.
"You're disgusting, Puck." Puck, who just shrugs his shoulders at Santana, obviously pleased with himself and his thoughts, takes a seat as the rest of the glee kids file into the room and sit down. Mr. Shue comes in moments later settling everyone down and talking about our next assignments for glee.
The bell rings signalling the end of the school day, I head towards my locker to drop off my books and head for Cheerio's practice. It's been a long day and I can't wait to go home. After Santana denied our relationship to Puck, I've been avoiding her. It's just easier than hearing her make up some excuse. Plus I don't want her to know how disappointed I am.
I walk my way down the hall and out the door towards the football field, I can see the other cheerleaders are making their way there too from various different directions of the school. Sue is standing in the bleachers with her megaphone in her hand, I'm surprised she hasn't already started screaming into the damn thing.
"Let's go, ladies! If you don't get onto that field in less than thirty seconds you're going to get cut from the Cheerio's! Now, move it!"
Nevermind...
A sea of red pleats start running at break neck speed towards the field. No one wants cut from the Cheerio's. For some girls, this is all they have. This is why Sue Sylvester is ruthless. This is why she wins. Everyone here has something to fight for. Sue gives us the fear. The one that tells us we can be cut at a moments notice, pushing us to be our best. No one is safe from her wrath, not even her favourite Cheerio's. Everyone meets in the middle of the field before Coach blows her whistle signalling the end of he thirty seconds. We all made it, no one gets cut.
"Hey, Scully! You're out!" She yells through her microphone to the girl with red hair. I wonder if she actually even knows our names or if she just doesn't care.
"But I got here under thirty seconds!" She exclaims back at Sue.
"Yeah but you got here last! That makes you a loser." The redhead runs off in tears as the rest of us have already started warming up before Sue has the chance to cut anyone else. I glance over and see Santana walking towards me. She smiles but we don't talk, we just stretch and get ourselves ready. We both know we'll talk about this eventually, but not here and now.
We run through our routines over and over. Until our muscles ache and want to give up. We push ourselves to do the routines quickly but also to perfection. Three hours later it's time to call quits. The other girls all head towards the shower except for me. I grab my stuff and start walking home. I feel someone lace their pinky with mine and smile, knowing it to be Santana.
"Spanish lesson at my house?" I nod to her and smile. Maybe we can put off our chat until a little later. As we both walk away from the field we hear Coach yell into her microphone.
"I want you all here at six tomorrow morning! We're going through this again until I say it's perfect, meatsacks!"
I stop dead in my tracks and look to Santana who is looking back to me with worried eyes. We both know this means...
I'll have to hit the showers with the others before school.
"What am I going to do?"
"You're going to be fine, Britt.
Santana and I walked the entire way to her house while still holding pinkies. I drop it as soon as we reach her porch. If I'm being honest her dad kind of scares me, I don't want to give him any reason to hate me. I'll let him decide that for himself after he meets me officially.
"How can you say this is going to be fine? I have a dick, remember?" I hissed back at her.
"Trust me, I remember your dick." She purrs. "You'll shower last and I'll keep a lookout. I promise you, it'll be okay." She kisses my cheek and pulls away. She smiles that brilliant smile and I can't help but trust her.
"Okay." I sigh deeply and follow her through the hallway to the living room. All the furniture I've seen in her house so far has been old antique style mahogany. The living room is no exception. There's an old writing bureau in the corner, with ornaments inside the glass cabnet above it. Against the wall is the couch and an armchair next to it with a mahogany coffee table in the middle of the floor. Santana's mom sat on the couch watching some soap on the TV.
"Hey Mom. Brittany and I are gonna go study." Santana calls to her mom as she heads towards the stairs.
"You're not even going to introduce us? Where are you manners, mija?" Her mom replies and Santana just rolls her eyes and sighs in response, coming back down the few steps she ascended. "Hello Brittany, I'm Gabrielle." She reaches for my hand and shakes it, giving me a warm, genuine smile. "It's nice to finally meet the girl that's been putting a smile on my Santana's face in the mornings." I smile back shyly, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
"Nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Lopez."
"And she's polite. I like this one, Santana. Keep her around." Mrs. Lopez snickers in return to her daughters glare and the fact that her skin just got a shade darker.
"Yes, mama." She grabs my arm and leads me to the stairs quickly, clearly still embarrassed by her mother. "But we really have to study, big tests coming up, gotta get good grades, y'know?" Santana practically drags me upstairs to her bed room, throws me inside and slams door behind her. The second the door closes her lips are on mine. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and I can't help the breathy moan that escapes me. I reach my hand up and palm her boob over her cheerleading top. She pushes more into me as runs her hand down my body and cups my buldge causing me to buck into her and a little. She stops abruptly and I whine after feeling my dick harden. She walks over to the closed bedroom door and presses her ear to it.
"San, what are you-" She cuts me off with a hand in my face. I sigh frustratedly and cross my arms, glaring at the back of her head. How dare she get me hard, blueball me and then shush me! She's concentrating hard, listening intently to any noise outside the room. Suddenly she bangs the door, hard, causing me to jump at the quick action. We can hear a pained groan from the other side of the door. She quickly swings the door open to see a boy, younger than Santana but looks almost identical to her, holding some sort of stethoscope type listening device and rubbing his ears.
"What the hell, Santana!"
"What the hell, Luis!"
They both just glare at each other for a few moments before Santana has enough and slaps him upside the head. I stare at them both, my mouth ajar and eyes wide.
"Get lost, worm. Enough of your stupid spy equipment and enough spying on me and my friends."
"Fine, you're no fun anyway." He sticks his tongue out at her and runs off, back to the hole he came out of. She slams her door once more and turns to look at me with an apologetic look on her face.
"Sorry about that. Having a little brother, you get used to him sneaking into your room and trying to listen in to what you are doing. You always have to watch your back."
"You never mentioned you had a brother." I smile at her and look around her room from the first time. It's dark. Her walls are dark, her bed sheets are dark, even her rastafarian poster on her wall is dark. She just shrugs back at me and flops down on her bed.
"It just never came up."
"You also never told me you told your mom about us." I sit down next to her rubbing my hand up and down her arm lightly and smile like a total idiot at her.
"Brittany.." She sighs and sits up, placing her hand on my cheek and pulling me into her, kissing my lips softly. She pulls back, with her hand still on my cheek, she rubs her thumb back and forth and stares into my eyes. "I was serious when I said I wanted people to know about us. I know I denied it to Puck, but just give me a little more time. I promise, I'm worth the wait."
I lean my forehead against Santana's and nudge her nose with mine. "I love you. Thank forfor at least telling her." I press my lips to hers and kiss her feverishly.
"I love you too." She says it with so much sencerity, I could actually cry at how overwhelmed she makes me feel.
"I want to make love to you, Santana. I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" I nod my head and kiss her again to back it up. I want her to feel it. How ready I am, how much I want her. "Okay, but I want this to be perfect for us. For you." She gives me a quick peck on the lips and taps my thigh. "Enough procrastinating. We have some studying to do."
