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The next day…
Santana was pacing back and forth in her office deep in thought. She couldn't get her dream from last night out of her head. She also couldn't stop thinking about the way Brittany had been acting all night. Was it possible that she could like her back? She couldn't guess anymore, she had to know. So she did the only thing she could think of.
She called Quinn like a total wuss.
"Quinn Fabray's office," her assistant answered.
"Hey, I need Quinn. Tell her it's Santana and it's an emergency," Santana told the girl.
"One moment," the girl said and put her on hold. She paced a few moments before Quinn came on the line.
"San?" she said.
"Hey Quinn. I need your help with something," Santana admitted.
"Okay, I have to be in arbitration in fifteen minutes so let's do the shorthand of this. You're hopelessly in love with Brittany and it's slowly driving you crazy and you're too chicken to take a chance and ask her how she feels," Quinn guessed.
"Yeah, the usual. Only…something's changed. I never thought Brittany ever had feelings for me. But when I started going out with Kristen, she got weird. And last night she was all over me. Like squeezing my bicep and flirting…" Santana explained.
"Bicep huh? Wow she was milking it," Quinn laughed.
"Hey! I don't usually flex them around you, Fabray. If you came to New York once in a while you'd see how ripped I've gotten," Santana bragged.
"I just was in New York, Lopez. You were too busy on the Vineyard with your new sugar mama," Quinn scathed.
"I had no choice. Listen, so do you think Brittany has feelings for me now? Or is this just some weird thing she's going through cause it's awkward that I'm dating her boss?" Santana asked.
"Santana aren't you tired of living in eleventh grade?" Quinn sighed.
"What?"
"I mean come on. You've loved Brittany practically your whole life. And here we are, 8 years after high school and you're still doubting yourself, obsessed with her and bugging me!" Quinn replied.
"I just…don't want o get destroyed. Thinking she doesn't love me is one thing. But actually having to hear those words from her if that's the case…that may kill me," Santana mumbled.
"Hey San can I tell you a secret? She likes you, you nutcase!" Quinn shouted.
"What? Are you serious? You're sure? You're positive? She told you? What were her exact words?" Santana rambled excitedly.
"I think it was…'I like her, even though she's a huge dork!'" Quinn joked.
"Damn it Fabray, this is serious. She actually likes me? Now I just have to figure out how to tell her I like her too," Santana decided.
"Ha…about that. She already knows," Quinn pointed out.
"Quinn, you fucking big mouth! What did you tell her?" Santana asked.
"The truth. And I may or may not have suggested that she tease you until you grow a pair and confess your love for her," Quinn admitted.
"Wait…you told her to tease me?"
"May or may not have," Quinn repeated.
"Ha…well…two can play at that game," Santana chuckled.
"Oh Christ, just go fucking ask her out. Dump Kristen and tell Brittany how you feel. I'm tired of being your guys' groovy guidance counselor," she replied.
"Thanks for your help Fabray. But I have another smoking hot blonde to go after," Santana grinned.
"Sounds good. Hey now that you both know it'll only be like, what, four years till you sleep with her right?" Quinn joked.
"Ha…ha. Later bitch,"
"Bye dork face," Quinn chuckled and they both hung up.
"Well I think it's time to pay a little visit to Cooper Pierce Designs and give Ms. Pierce a taste of her own medicine," Santana chuckled to herself.
….
"Knock, knock. Hey, there's my two favorite girls," Santana greeted them walking into the office.
"Santana, baby I didn't know you were dropping by," Kristen said, walking over to Santana and kissing her.
"Well I thought I'd surprise you guys. I brought pizza," she replied, laying two pizza boxes down on Brittany's desk.
"Brit, what's that you're working on?" Santana asked, leaning over Brittany's shoulder to look at her sketches.
"It's my sketches for the Kaplan project," Brittany announced.
"Wow…those are really good," Santana breathed into Brittany's ear, sending chills down her spine.
"Uh…thanks," Brittany replied.
"I gotta tell you Brit…that backrub last night was incredible. I don't remember the last time I slept like that. You put me in some kind of…feel good coma," Santana continued. Brittany felt her hands start to shake as she sketched.
"Anyway, don't let me bother you while you're working so hard. Help yourself to the pizza, I'm craving something else at the moment," Santana said, waggling her eyebrows and waltzing over to Kristen.
"You better kiss me this instant," she said, putting her arms around Kristen's neck.
"Oo, someone's feeling feisty today," Kristen grinned, obliging with Santana's request. Brittany watched in horror as the two made out right in front of her. She crumbled the paper in her hands, gritting her teeth uncontrollably.
"Mm, God I can't get you out of my head today. Let's do something tonight. Just the two of us?" Santana purred seductively, checking Brittany's reaction out of the corner of her eye.
"Hell yeah, what'd you have in mind?" Kristen replied.
"I don't know…maybe a movie? Maybe we just make out all night?" Santana replied.
"Oh well my goodness this pizza looks good! We all better eat it before it gets cold. All 3 of us!" Brittany exclaimed.
"Go ahead, Brit. I don't know what's going on with me but ever since…oh say, dinner time last night…I am so sexually charged. And ever since I've been working out more I feel so confident. I mean, Kristen, feel this bicep," Santana baited Brittany as she grabbed Kristen's hand and placed it on her upper arm.
Damn it! She knows! Brittany realized. Wait, that's a good thing! She knows! She's trying to get me hot and bothered! Ha, well hang on to your panties, San. Here it comes.
Brittany took a slice of pizza, shaking the gooey cheese loose before lifting it toward her mouth. Before it got there, the cheese slid off, landing with a saucy plop right on Brittany's powder blue blouse.
"Oh! Oh no! My shirt! Oh God, that was so unlucky! Oh God, Sanny can you help me in the bathroom?" Brittany cried out.
"Uh, yeah…sure," she replied. Brittany took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. Brittany immediately started unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall to the floor.
"Sanny how do we get this stain out?" she asked. Santana hadn't heard a word she said, having been trapped in a staring contest with Brittany's perfect lace- clad breasts.
"San?" Brittany squeaked.
"Hmm?" Santana hummed back, still unable to make eye contact.
"See something you like?" she asked, tilting Santana's chin up.
"Uh…you got…uh some sauce on your bra there," Santana pointed out.
"Oh man…is it bad?" Brittany asked, looking at herself in the mirror, rubbing at the stain in a circular motion. Santana gulped audibly.
"No…no it's good. That's a good stain," Santana muttered.
"How do I get it out?" Brittany fluttered her eyelashes, flashing Santana her signature pout.
"Um…maybe you should keep rubbing it," Santana practically drooled.
"Yeah…" Brittany whispered. She continued rubbing at the stain not breaking eye contact with Santana as she did so. Santana was getting lost in Brittany's glacier blue eyes. She swore she could see her whole future in there. The two story contemporary house, the hers and hers SUV's in the driveway, Ben and Dillon…she saw it all. And honestly now that she could see it in those crystal blue pools she loved so much, she was tired of living without it. Brittany stared back into Santana's own big brown eyes with more love than she had ever felt in her life. Something about those chocolate orbs made her feel so safe in this world, like she always had a place to escape. She couldn't stand it one more second thinking Kristen took the same refuge in those beautiful eyes. They belonged to her.
They were so lost in thought and lust they didn't even realized they had inched so close to each other that their chests were touching. Their eyes fluttered closed simultaneously as eight years of sexual tension was about to explode between them in a volcanic frenzy. Santana's fingertips grazed Brittany's hips as she made the final move to close the gap between them.
"You two okay in there?" they heard Kristen call them, in the exact instant before their lips were about to touch.
Gahh…don't hate me! At least they know now and they're going after each other. I promise it'll be worth it. We're almost there! This will only be one chapter, maybe two chapters longer at the most.
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