Santana left history (the teacher never even returned) with both her's and Brittany's stuff. She was very worried for her blonde-make that brunette- friend. She couldn't remember doing anything wrong to warrant Coach's wrath. They had skipped Cheerios practice on Monday but then wouldn't both of them been called down? Without thinking about it, she realized she walked to her locker where Brittany was sitting nearby.

"Hey, you ok? What happened?"

Brittany looked up and was thankful to see the blue eyes and blonde hair that currently belonged to Santana. Just like that, her fears melted away. "Quinn tried to make me tell her about our situation."

"Shit! I knew that bitch would have done that!" Santana had said that a little too loud. People looked very frightened. The usually gentle blonde never swore or even really got mad. Who was this girl?

"Shhh! People are looking at us funny again." Brittany looked around with a worried look. The shorter, darker girl looked worried? Their classmates didn't know which was worse!

"Sorry, babe." Santana had dropped her voice to a whisper. "Quinn just frustrates me all of the damn time. I don't know how we are going to do this if she keeps on trying to figure it out. I can't take much more of her!"

Brittany placed a calming hand on her girl's shoulder. "Then let's not separate. We are better together and I get much less scared when I have you there to protect me."

"I would love that, but we have a couple separate classes coming up later in the day."

"Well, it's lunch time now, let's just go relax again. I owe you a little something anyways." Brittany had whispered the last part right into Santana's ear. Her lips just brushed the pale ear while she said it, sending a shiver down the rest of the pale body.

Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and led her back to their previous spot in the gardens. Grabbing the hidden blanket and laying it out once again, the girls fell to the ground in a small fit of giggles and quick kisses. 'Sweet lady kisses, possibly better than Breadstix' Santana thought.

The girls knew that it was a risk to be doing this in the gardens, but everybody was at lunch and no one would ever know. Brittany straddled Santana and for a fleeting moment, she thought about how weird it was to be looking down at her own pale body. It didn't matter to her, or even much to Santana anymore, because when the looked in each others' eyes it wasn't even registering on either of their minds. That's why, when Brittany caught sparkling, lust-filled blues, she immediately went back to work.

She reached forward to connect their lips in an intense kiss. In the process, she pushed their chests flush against each other, making each girl moan into the other. It was then that Brittany decided to change her method of operation "Get Santana off, in a good way." So it wasn't a very original title, but she knew that if she gave her operations more complicated names, they'd get all mixed up and she'd end up stealing her mother's cupcakes for the ducks and getting bread for Santana.

Brittany used her advantageous position and rolled them both over. Now Santana was on top and it didn't seem like she even noticed the position change. Brittany slowly brought them upright so now her girl was pretty much straddling her while sitting on her lap. People thought she was just a dancer, but she did most things with grace. The whole time she was maneuvering, their impromptu make out session wasn't interrupted, although Santana had managed to sneak a hand into Brittany's uniform top. Brittany didn't let that distract her (too much) and started to sneak her own hand down towards where Santana needed her most.

She pulled Santana up and in a swift motion moved all offending clothing articles aside and slipped into her girl. Santana gasped at the very welcome surprise. Happy to be receiving after her dirty work in history, she waited for Brittany to move...and waited some more.

"Um...B? Are you gonna put some motion in my ocean for you down there?"

Brittany laughed a little at Santana's way with words. The girl was indeed very wet, probably still worked up from her own performance earlier.

"You tortured me in the middle of a classroom full of people, Sany. I will give you some helping tools but you have to do the motions yourself."

Was Brittany actually asking Santana to ride her hand? At this point, Santana was so horny, she didn't even care and went to work, all's fair. Brittany, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised at Santana's willingness to comply. She started to get hot all over again just watching and feeling the girls move up and down on her fingers. Soon enough, Santana was rocking her hips erratically and pulling Brittany in for a fierce kiss. She cried out her release ("Brittany!") into her lover's mouth, hoping to quiet it down some.

Completely spent, she sagged her body against the smaller one that was holding her up.

"Damn B, that was kind of cruel, but so damn good."

"You said damn twice."

"I know, my mind is kind of mush right now."

"I love it when you're mushy!"

Santana blew off that weird, but oddly cute, comment. Again, a very unwelcome guest interrupted yet again.

"Santana, Brittany, Coach wants to see you. This time, I'm serious, no funny business. Well, except what's going on between you two because I know there's something."

"Jesus Quinn, if you were just a little bit earlier with your interruptions, you'd be a serious cock-block right now."

Quinn looked unsettled at that statement. She herself didn't exactly know if it was because Brittany had just said cock-block or if it was the new knowledge of what has been happening previously to her conversations with her friends.

"Again, you prove my point. Now get yourselves together and get to Sylvester's office." Quinn turned and was gone with a twirl of her skirt.

"Saaaaaaaaany. I know you're mush right now but you've got to get yourself together around Quinn."

"I know, B, but she caught me with my guard down. You know I can't think straight after an orgasm that good."

"What do you think Coach wants with us?" Brittany's worried voice and face were back. Santana had grown more used to the idea of it being Brittany but still, a scared look just didn't work with her bad-ass face.

"She probably just wants to yell at us for missing practice yesterday. Don't worry babe, I'll be right there with you."

Brittany sighed as she sat up and folded the blanket. When she was done she quickly stashed it. Santana held out her hand and Brittany gratefully took it and once again, they made their way through the hallways.

Santana reached out to knock on Sue's door.

"Finally! Get in here you show-tune singing bimbos!"

Santana tried to give Brittany a comforting smile. Brittany still had a worried look plastered to her face. They gave each others' hand a squeeze each and walked inside.

"Where were you two yesterday? Singing Melissa Etheridge at a pride parade?"

"I was sick. Santana was taking care of me." Brittany was more than glad that Santana had managed to pull her mind together. She was supposed to be looking every part the strong, confident, Latina who Coach Sylvester identified a little with, even if she would never admit it.

Sue was surprised to hear the blonde speak. Usually when she talked to the seemingly inseparable duo, Ms. Mc-Big-Jugs would usually be the one to talk for both of them.

"Could it be? Has the future Mrs. Sandbags found her voice. One that makes sense, at least?"

Even Sue expected the Latina to have an outburst at that. When she looked to watch as it boiled to the surface, all she saw was a face that looked close to tears. Not knowing what to do, she was stunned into silence.

"Anything else, Coach?" Santana had said this with a hint of venom. She could visibly see her coach had been surprised to hear that tone coming from the tall, Dutch girl and was shocked into more silence. Simply receiving a shake of the head, she took Brittany's hand and led her back out of the office. Santana didn't give a flying fuck if Coach thought something was wrong between the two teenaged girls. No one had a right to say things like that to Brittany. Her list of people to sabotage in the next week just became one person longer.


A*N – Soooo unbelievable happy to get a few more reviews after that last chapter! Some of you guys are pretty funny which is always nice to see. Possible marriage proposals and references to a Santana complex? Amazing.

How's everybody feeling about this chapter? and if you haven't told me yet, the rest of the story? Is it the Puck to your waffles or the Mercedes to your tots? (What? I'm hungry!). I'm still on the fence about whether or not Quinn finds out and am also thinking about extending this fic a few more chapters than I originally planned. Talk to me and don't be scared to talk to your friends and tell them to come read!

Anyways...I will already tell you that I will not be updating tomorrow. I will be watching the new glee and also trying to complete a problem-solution paper for an essay that has no topic at the moment. College writing assignments are way better for me when research is not involved, so of course it is for this one. Thanks for your patience in advance!