Chapter 12

Santana's hands were roaming over Stacey's exposed breasts, gently caressing them. The blonde beneath her moaned, trying to raise her head in order to passionately kiss her lover. Maneuvering herself into a sitting position, she grabbed the Latina's dark brown hair and pulled her closer, passionately licking along her collarbone, leaving small bite marks.

The smaller girl felt ecstatic, fully letting herself go and enjoying each kiss and touch. Her heart was beating fast when she felt the blonde's lips around one of her nipples, sucking and encircling it with her tongue.

Shivers ran through her whole body and she could feel how wet she was, desperately needing this to go further.

Just when she thought she was about to explode, she finally felt two hands embracing her from behind and another pair of lips kissing and licking along her neck. Santana's eyes fell shut with pleasure when she felt Brittany's right hand travel down her belly until it reached the spot where she needed her most. The blonde's middle finger started rubbing the latina's clit while Stacey's mouth was still on her breasts, causing Santana to whimper.

Stacey's lips left the Latina's nipple and she kissed her way up the smaller girl's neck and chin until her tongue reached Santana's earlobe.

"You're mine." she breathed into her right ear with a deep and raspy voice.

Brittany, still positioned behind Santana, continued rubbing her, increasing the pressure on the other girl's clit. The Latina felt she was close, the feel of one of the blonde's fingers slowly entering her only adding to the sensation.

It didn't take long for the blonde to fully fill Santana up, she was wet as hell and she had wanted this for so long. Brittany started fucking her faster, kissing the brunette's shoulders and back.

Just when Santana felt her orgasm hit her and her walls clench around the blonde's fingers, Brittany's mouth was right next to her left ear.

"You're only mine, and you know it."

Santana saw stars, her body shaking before it turned weak and she let herself sink on top of Stacey. Brittany was following right after her, letting her head and parts of her body rest on the Latina's back.

The smaller girl kept her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of being surrounded by two hot and beautiful bodies.

"Open your eyes.." Stacey whispered.

"I don't want to."

"Open your eyes.." Brittany joined.

"Santana! Open your eyes! It's late!"

Santana's eyes shot open, looking straight into her mother's face.

"Mom!" she exclaimed confused, looking around in her room and protectively pulling the blanket over her, scared she might have talked or - dear god - moaned in her sleep.

"You're late for school" her mother pointed out. "And I think you just had a nightmare" she added with a little concern in her voice. "You were breathing heavily, as if you were running from something... a monster?"

Santana wished she could just disappear in a hole.

"Uh.. yeah" she stuttered. "Something like that."

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Later that day, still somehow lost in thoughts over her quite intense dream, Santana was sitting alone under a tree in the schoolyard, not really trying to attract anyone's attention. Her emotional chaos was still messing with her head - she didn't even recognize herself anymore during those past few weeks. Whenever she thought too long about her trouble with girls, she could feel herself tear up and get all nervous in her belly.

Sometimes she wondered why things had changed like this and why the kickass bitch she used to be suddenly seemed to turn into a weak little crying baby. Then again she figured that the past years of her teenage life had been dominated by something like extreme gay denial - leading to the fact that none of the guys she used to date ever could have hurt her or cause as many emotions in her as these two certain blondes had done since she finally allowed herself to feel something real.

To her own disappointment, Santana didn't manage to remain unrecognized - a certain brunette was suddenly standing next to her (wearing a ridiculous brown and white dog t-shirt) and looked down at her with a quite worried expression on her face.

"Santana!" Rachel exclaimed, "Mind if I sit down?"

The Latina just shrugged, not really in the mood to throw vicious words at the other girl, but clearly indicating that she'd rather have her quiet.

Rachel knew exactly that the other girl didn't want her to be around, still she was smart and had picked up on the fact that Santana seemed to have been on the edge of her emotions lately. She must have gone through a lot and it surprised the ambitious brunette to see the usually tough girl so vulnerable. Rachel felt sorry for her, having a vague idea what this might all be about, and she wasn't about to leave again just like that.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this" the girl started, carefully sitting down next to Santana on the grass, "but you seem a little... odd lately."

The Latina just frowned, looking at Rachel with an annoyed expression.

"I mean, I am not that well informed, but... have you really been dating this girl Stacey?"

Santana couldn't believe that the young singer was actually going to confront her with such a topic now, here, in the middle of her break when she just wanted to clear her head.

"Mind your own business, Berry" she hissed, dragging her legs closer to her body and protectively hugging her knees in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be curious or inapporpriate, it's just... I always thought you had a thing for Brittany.."

Santana raised her eyebrows.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, everyone knows you two were more than just friends and, you know, I think it's totally okay. Just.. are you gay? Or bisexual? Or - "

"I don't wanna talk about it, certainly not with you" the Latina interrupted her harshly.

"Okay..." Rachel just replied, followed by an awkward silence.

Not being able to shut her mouth for much longer, the singer continued.

"I think she really really likes you though.. " she went on in a friendly, almost soft voice.

"I think she's always loved you. You two just function around each other, you're a team and I think you'd also make a cute couple -"

"Rachel! Enough!" Santana interrupted her once more, feeling this person she didn't even like starting to deliberately tease her weak spot.

"I'm sorry..." Rachel apologized with an almost sad voice, looking slightly hurt.

Santana sighed and her features slowly softened.

"Listen.. I just.. I don't know... it's hard okay?"

"What makes it so hard?" the other girl wanted to know, more or less pushing the Latina into this conversation so she'd finally open up a little bit.

"I don't know... I don't know who to turn to anymore, with all this crap going on... it's just confusing.." she admitted, her desperation becoming quite obvious. She started pulling out some blades of grass and playing with them, just so she wouldn't have to look at the curious person next to her who already knew far more than Santana had wanted her to know.

"Do your parents know?" she then asked seriously.

Santana looked up from the mess she'd been creating and raised one eyebrow in total disbelief.

"Do my parents know what?"

"Well, that you're gay" Rachel added, shrugging as if it was an entirely normal conclusion.

Santana started laughing ironically. "No, of course they don't" she stated obviously, shaking her head.

Rachel didn't give up and went on with her speech, completely obliviously.

"You should tell them, it's important to have support coming from the own family. Sexuality can be a very confusing thing Santana, and your parents shouldn't be your enemy at that time, they should be your friends and strength."

"Coming from a girl with two gay dads..." the Latina remarked rolling her eyes, not relly being able to take the other girl seriously.

"Yeah well, I have to admit, coming out to my dads would be pretty easy, but still - I'm sure it would make you feel a lot better."

"I don't know, Rachel..." Santana started, still finding it hard to open up to the person next to her but somehow appreciating her interest.

"It's been hard even admitting it to Brittany... it's been quite a big challenge holding hands with Stacey at school... but my parents.. that's a whole different thing." She swallowed hard.

"Stacey told me about her ex-girlfriend and how her parents freaked out when they found out about about them.. I don't want my parents to.. yeah... lose their love and respect for me."

She felt herself become weak again and mentally kicked herself for being so fucking emotional.

Rachel smiled at Santana and petted her leg in reassurance.

"I'm sure this won't happen, Santana, your parents love you. Every parent should love their child unconditionally..." She thought for a moment. "But.. well.. I guess it might really be easier if you didn't have to go alone through this, if you could do it with a partner. Someone you love and who supports you in that process.."

"Yeah, but i dont have a partner, I don't even know what I want" the Latina sighed, defensively returning her focus to the plucked grass.

"You mean you don't know if you want Stacey or Brit?" Rachel asked a little incredulously.

"Yeah..."

"Hm.." the brunette started thinking aloud. "Loving two people at the same time can be difficult... but you should follow your heart and make your decision before you lose them both."

Santana had to admit this sounded plausible, but it just wasn't as easy.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone.."

"I know" the singer said friendly, smiling a little. "Just... sometimes it's not possible to find a way that pleases everyone. Love often hurts."

Santana just nodded.

"I'm pretty sure, when you look deep inside yourself... I think you know who you wanna be with."

'Damn you, Rachel Berry' was all Santana could think, 'why do you always have to be right?'

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Brittany and Sarah were laying on their bellies in an empty classrom, planning. Brittany had her iPod connected with speakers and a subwoofer, for the millionth time going through different songs, taking notes, skipping through all kinds of genres and analyzing lyrics.

The dancer knew that if she wanted to do a really good mashup of songs, it needed to consist of songs that represented Santana's and her relationship. It needed to have lyrics that would remind the Latina of her, it needed to have different styles of music to show how multisided their relationship had always been, it needed to be romantic.. and it needed to be sexy.

Sarah had been really helpful so far in the whole process and they had managed to pick a few songs that already became short-listed candidates.

"Have you talked to Mister Shue yet? About needing the auditorium?" Sarah wanted to know, googling for some lyrics and copy-pasting parts of them into a word document.

"I'll do this afternoon, when I talked to Rachel and Mercedes" the blonde answered. "I thought maybe they could come with me, I'm not sure Mister Shue is gonna give me the keys to the auditorium because he might be scared I'd lose them or something."

The brunette nodded and sat down in a more comfortable position, facing the blonde next to her.

"So, tell me... what is she like?"

"You mean Santana?" Brittany asked, her eyes immediately becoming more shiny at the thought.

Sarah nodded, smiling interestedly.

"Well, she's the most awesomest girl at school. She's my best friend in the whole world. Everyone thinks she's a bitch, but I know she's not. She's kind and loving, and she'd do just about anything for the people she loves."

"Do you know how she met Stacey?" Sarah then wanted to know, trying to sound casual but avoiding the blonde's gaze.

"I think they're having some classes together" the blonde started explaining. "I guess Stacey had to repeat a year since she was gone so long, but I have no idea why, it must be some dark secret."

Sarah looked down on her hands, nervously peeling off her nail polish.

"And... how serious have they been?" she managed to ask, her voice almost shy and insecure.

"Definitely too serious for my taste" Brittany replied, smiling a little. Sarah didn't ask any further questions, having a pretty good idea what the blonde was hinting at.

"So..how come we never even met before?" the dancer asked curiously, switching through her Rock playlist.

"I used to go to another school" Sarah explained. "In Pittsburgh. It was a boarding school."

"Why did you leave there?" Brittany wanted to know, eyeing the pretty brunette.

"Well, I recently turned 18. I never even wanted to be there, my parents made me go. And well, I figured I could take matters into my own hands now - so I left. Just signed out of there. They don't even know it yet." It seemed like there was some bitterness in the small girl's voice.

"Wow, okay. Don't you think they will be like.. super pissed when they find out?"

"I'm not planning to talk to them again in the near future" Sarah just stated, looking serious.

Brittany didn't quite know what to reply and started chewing on her bottom lip.

"Why are you helping me, Sarah?" she then asked, her voice a little insecure.

The brunette smiled a little. "I'm helping you because I know how it is to be in love and what happens if you don't fight for it."

"So..are u gay?" the blonde asked a little hesitantly.

Sarah took a deep breath. "Yeah... yes, I'm gay."

"Cool!" Brittany exclaimed in her typical cheerful manner. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No..." Sarah sighed. "I let her go. It was the most stupid thing I've ever done."

"Have you told her that?" the blonde simply asked.

"No." Even Brittany didn't miss the sad mood that was starting to reflect on the other girl's face.

"You should!"

"I want to" Sarah admitted truthfully.

"I'd be happy to help you too, if you need me" the blonde offered, smiling brightly.

Sarah just laughed, brushing some of her curls behind her ear.

"You already help me more than you can imagine."

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When Brittany and Sarah came out of their little secret practice room, no one else than Santana Lopez herself was standing across the hallway. The Latina was surprised to see the blonde with a strange girl and came a little closer to have a better look at them. They were talking, laughing even.

Her gaze was resting on the unknown girl. She looked so... perfect. Her long brown hair was curly like angel's hair, her highlights so perfectly colored. Her skin was tanned, yet there were some freckles on her small nose that added just the right amount of cuteness to her flawless outward appearance. To top it off, the girl was wearing a colorful summerdress with flowers on it that revealed - and highlighted - quite a lot of her tiny but well shaped body.

And they were still laughing. And now hugging. Jealousy was flickering through Santana.

Before any of the girls could see her, Santana decided to hide behind the nearest corner, still hearing the two ladies say good bye to each other.

"Thank you so, so much again. It's gonna be just awesome" Brittany had said, and before the latina had a chance to wonder what they were talking about, the blonde dancer already ran right into her.

"San!" she exclaimed surprised, looking as if she'd been caught in the act.

"Who was that?" Santana asked straight-forward, surprised by her own reaction.

"No one?" Brittany replied questioningly, nervously looking around.

"What were you doing with no one alone in the room?" Santana just couldn't stop the suspicious tone.

"Nothing?" the blonde asked again, hoping someone would come and save her, lying really wasn't her strongest suit.

"So you were doing nothing with no one.. I see.." the Latina concluded, annoyed by her own jealousy but not able to hide it.

"Are you mad?" Brittany whispered, entirely insecure now.

"Mad? Tse. No. You can do whatever you like, it's not like we're dating or something."

"No, it's not" the blonde replied sadly.

The silence that followed felt like torture.

"She's just a friend.." she then tried to explain as honestly as possible without giving anything away. "And she's helping me with something."

"With what?"

'Oh can't you just stop asking?' the blonde thought, getting really nervous.

"Uh..homework" Brittany stuttered. "A presentation." She mentally petted her own shoulder for this really great excuse.

"Since when do you care about such stuff?" Santana asked frowning, not sure if her friend seemed believable.

"It's a very important presentation. It really means a lot to me. And it needs to be 100% perfect."

Santana had to admit that the blonde sounded pretty sincere by now.

"Okay.. so did you get done with it? When do you have to present it?"

"In a few days... and I'm super nervous...I can't screw this up" Brittany admitted, not needing to lie.

The Latina felt sorry for the cute girl in front of her. Partly for not believing her at first, partly because she knew how much Brittany hated talking in front of other people during class since everyone teased her for being stupid.

"I'm sure it will be okay" she said, trying to sound as encouraging as possible.

"It has to be" the dancer replied, wishing more than anything that Santana was right.

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TBC

A/N: Okay, so I'm guessing I'll have this fic finished by the end of season 2. Depending on how the finale will go for Brittana, I'll think about either writing a new story or maybe adding a sequel to this one ;)

Thanks a lot again to all the kind reviewers, you guys are the best! =)