I walk into the choir room late-as usual-interrupting whatever Rachel was blabbering about to everyone.
"...which is why we should sing Streisand at Sectionals. Brittany, you're late," she greets me.
"No shit, Sherlock," I scoff heading up to the chairs at the back of room. Santana pulls a chair closer to her indicating she wants me to sit, and I go after the seat. I settle down next to her and notice Quinn looking up behind to scowl at me hand-in-hand with Puck. I turn my attention back to Berry, ignoring her.
"Just…don't do it again, okay?" Rachel tries to disciplines.
"Let me get into your pants and then we will see." I haven't done her yet. And even though she'll probably burst out singing 'Like a Virgin' while riding out her orgasm, it should be a pretty fun site to watch.
Finn answers me a bit angry. "Dude, that's my girlfriend."
"And…?"
"And you can't just mess with other people's girls. That's cheating," he answers simply.
"Says the virgin," I mumble rolling my eyes.
Puck suddenly stands up and walks to the front of the room where Rachel is standing. "Uh, Brittany? We're all family here in the Glee Club. No bashing."
"That wasn't even bashing, it was purely fact," I spit back.
"Brittany, stop-" Santana starts.
I put my hand up to silence her. "No, I'd love to hear how Puck's fucking my best friend since we're all family here."
"Get over it, Britt," Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Do you even know Puck? There's no way he's gonna stay tied down to only you."
"Hey, Pierce? Shut up, slut," Puck retorts.
A few 'ooohs' came from everyone and I just about snapped. I walked up to him so that we were face to face.
"Say that to my face, one more time," I threaten him.
"I called you a slut."
My fist flew up to his face so fast I didn't even realize when I had hit him. I just pounded hard until Mr. Schue came out of nowhere pulling back. I gawked at Puck on the ground, nose bleeding.
"Stupid bitches. I don't care about your fucking Glee Club anyway." I tighten my pony tail and leave the room.
I almost run to the nearest restroom, not realizing Santana was following closely behind me.
"Hey, you okay?" she asks sincerely.
"Whatever. I know when I'm not welcomed," I say as Santana closes the restroom door behind her.
She sighs loudly folding her arms. "Brittany, we accept everyone in Glee Club. It's just that you're too, too-"
"Stubborn? Ignorant? Arrogant? And I wonder why no one likes me as a person," I whisper sadly. I glance up at my reflection in the mirror as Santana suddenly steps up closer behind me, and I feel her eyes on me. I watch in the mirror as she slowly brings up her hands to my arms.
She places a kiss on my shoulder before talking. "I do," I feel her murmur against my skin. Her warm breath sends shivers down my back as I clench onto the sink in front of me.
"Yeah? Show me," I glance up at the mirror, peeking through my eyelashes. She's biting her bottom lip as a smirk slowly appears. As Santana swiftly turns me around and pins me against the sink, I grab onto her waist pulling her up to me.
She doesn't hesitate to bring her lips to my own and I moan at the touch. I catch her bottom lip while bringing my hand up to unbutton her overalls.
"Nope," she bats my hand away breaking the kiss.
"Why not?" I ask in disbelief.
"We're kinda in public," Santana blushes trying to avoid my eyes.
"Who fucking cares," I lean back in for another kiss. She pushes me away and steps back.
"Just wait until we get home. 'Kay?" Santana offers.
I nod in agreement and watch as she walks out. Leave it to Overalls to leave me sexually frustrated as hell. I hear the door swing open again and look in that direction. A red-head strolls in and stops when she sees me.
"I haven't seen you in a while," she says slowly walking up to me.
"I've been around."
She smirks as if she doesn't believe me and lets her hair out of her ponytail. "Remember when we did it in that stall over there and I couldn't get you to stop screaming?" she asks pointing to the handicapped one on the end.
I lick my lips in remembrance. She honestly was one of the best people I've ever had sex with. I couldn't walk right for the rest of the day after we were done.
"Yeah, I remember. How much time you got?" I question already walking towards the empty stall.
"As long as you want."
"Alright, Ruby. Let's see if you're still as good as I remember."
"Hey, is it cool with your parents that I'm chilling here?" I ask Santana at her desk.
"Nope."
"What do you mean, 'nope'? They don't know I'm here?"
"They wouldn't have let you stay. You look like a freakin' gangster, for goodness sake," Santana mumbles.
"So, what's gonna happen when they come back?"
"We'll figure it out…"
"Okay."
"So anyway, the main character, Santiago, is kind of an enthusiastic, optimistic, kind person don't you think?" Santana asks as she types away on her laptop.
"I thought we were gonna fuck when we got home?" I try to remind her. I sit on the edge of her bed filing my nails.
With that, Santana shuts her laptop and takes off her glasses. She gets up and comes to me, pausing briefly. "I was waiting for you to remind me," Santana climbs on top of my thighs, straddling me.
"Yeah?"
"Mmmhmm," she hums in agreement and starts pecking my neck. She finds a spot and sucks hard enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my head. Just as we were about to get into it, I feel Santana pull away from me.
"Why'd you stop? That felt so fucking good!"
"What's that on your neck?" Santana asks peering down at me. My hand instantly flies up to feel what she's talking about.
"My dad's hold, remember?"
"No," she shakes her head. "This looks new, almost like a…is that a hickey?"
Things started to make sense now. "Oh, probably. Ruby likes to leave a mark," I reminisce on sexy times in the restroom.
Santana raises an eyebrow. "Ruby?"
"Yepp. If you ever decide that you want another occasional fuck, she's your go-to girl. She's amazing, not even kidding. So where were we?" I kiss her cheek and head downward.
"Wait," Santana gets off of me. "You had sex with her? When was this?"
"Today, after you left the restroom. Why does it-"
"Oh, so you couldn't wait for what, about three more hours? Just had to get with the next person you saw?" she demanded, fuming.
"Are you seriously upset about this?"
"And why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know, maybe 'cause we aren't in a committed relationship or some shit?" I exclaim sarcastically.
Santana, currently in realization, opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. After a moment she looks down and starts fidgeting with her thumbs. "W-why not, though?"
"Why would I want you to be my girlfriend?" I shoot back with venom.
"Because, I love-"
"Santana, we're home!"
My eyes widen as I begin to realize who exactly yelled that.
"That's my parents," Santana whispers.
Sorry for any errors! I typed this thing SO FAST! With school and all, it's hard to keep up with all of these extra things I'm doing. So sorry, that the chapter was SO short. I promise a good one next chapter!
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