"YES!" Puck cheered as he high fived Santiago having bowled a perfect ten, his third in a row, leaving him second in their group behind Santiago who was way ahead in the lead. Santiago always was a great bowler and he reveled in Sam's complete lack of co-ordination. They were split into teams of five, competing against each other for the overall prize of a $100 Breadstix voucher to be shared between the winners. It was hardly gold but close enough in Santiago's eyes. He knew they would win easily and almost cursed Finn for having Sam on their winning team. He would piggyback on their success and not be shown up for the loser he is.

Brittany was at the lane beside them on a team with the girls she was sitting with in the restaurant. She was gracefully bowling them into second place and Quinn looked completely bored by the whole event. There were nine other teams taking up every lane in the place, he was sure that Sue Sylvester had pulled some strings to get the bowling alley to themselves. Although she and Coach Tanaka only made a brief appearance before disappearing to bar that was out of bounds for the teenagers, leaving them to their own devices.

"Your turn vagina face," Santiago told Sam with a smirk. He had been casually insulting him all night. They were almost finished their game and apparently going to Courtney's house afterward where her brother had scored some alcohol, so he was doing his best to discourage Sam's attendance. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked yet and Sam seemed determined to go.

Sam got up and took rolled his bowling ball with the same level of skill as that of a blind baby. Finn tried to call out words of encouragement to block out the noise of Santiago's laughter but from the flustered look on Fish Lips' face it wasn't doing much good. Yeah, the guys seemed to really like Sam and he wasn't the worst guy in the world but Santiago couldn't stop the insults from tumbling from his lips at every given opportunity.

"Do any of you guys want some gum?" Brittany spoke her first words to him as she sat down a little to his left on the opposite side of his team's row of seats. He turned to face her and inhaled sharply when he realized how close they were. Face to face. She was right there. He scooted back a little in his chair to keep a safe distance but she smiled devilishly at him, alerting him to the fact that she knew exactly what she doing.

"Thanks," Santiago answered shyly, startled at her close proximity. As he took a gum from the pack in her hand she brushed her finger over his palm, and he almost fell backward onto the ground as he jerked away.

"Are you ok?" she asked with fake concern.

"Yeah man, you're acting weird," Finn helpfully commented.

"I just slipped, ok? No big deal," Santiago deflected as Brittany giggled in his ear.

"I'll have one too Britt, if you don't mind," Sam awkwardly reached around Santiago to take his gum, "thank you," he smiled like a bloated whale.

"Yeah, yeah. Go take your shot, it's the second last one," Santiago practically shoved him up off the chair.

"San!" Brittany scolded quietly.

"Sorry," he shrugged, a little bit ashamed of his actions. But mostly not.

Quinn sat down directly behind him after taking her shot and spoke loudly over at Puck, ignoring Santiago's presence, "Are you coming to Courtney's house? We're leaving in ten minutes so get your shoes sorted." Puck just nodded and winked like a pervert.

"Are you going Brittany?" Sam asked as he waited for his bowling ball to make its way up the shoot for his final go.

"Hmm," she nodded, "Are you?" she asked Sam while glancing at Santiago.

"Uh… yeah," Sam answered clumsily, "I've never been bef-"

"So you're all going then?" Brittany cut him off, she was asking Finn but still directing her gaze toward Santiago.

"Yep, we are indeed." Finn nodded excitedly.

Santiago smiled in agreement causing Brittany to grin. Finn just stared between the two of them curiously.

Quinn was too busy filing her nails to pay them any attention.

Santiago was standing in Courtney's big kitchen talking to Bryan about the likelihood of The Buckeyes winning the playoffs when he felt someone brush up against him.

"Hi Santiago," Courtney smiled drunkenly at him.

"Uh…hey," he replied rigidly, recognizing the look on her face as 'down to fuck'.

She stepped closer into his personal space and tipped her glass of cheap wine against his bottle of beer, "Cheers," she giggled.

"Yeah…cheers," he shuffled backward but was met with resistance when his back hit the kitchen counter. He looked helplessly at Bryan who just winked at him and shrugged, probably wondering what the problem was.

"Are you having a good time?" she asked after taking a long sip of her drink. Her hand rested on his upper arm.

"Yeah we are, right dude?" Santiago tried to get Bryan involved in the conversation to take the attention away from him.

"Sure. Your bro got some sweet drinks Court, I always knew I liked him," Bryan finished off his beer and gestured to the fridge before walking over to it and leaving him alone with Courtney.

"So, how have you been? I feel like we haven't caught up in sooo long," Courtney batted her eyelashes and licked her lips. Of course by 'caught up' she meant make out and he really wasn't in the mood for playing her little games.

"Yeah, I've been busy. You know how it is," he tried to dismiss her.

"We should go dance, that's where all the fun is," she took his hand and right away he noticed how unlike Brittany's it was. Brittany. He had lost her to the heaving crowd of sweaty dancers earlier and hadn't seen her since.

"I guess I'll head in with you. Nothing to do in the kitchen on my own," he suddenly noticed that Bryan was nowhere to be found.

Courtney giggled flirtatiously and pulled him into the living room with her.

The music was so loud and everyone was so drunk. It was the first thing Santiago noticed as he watched Puck slow grind on some random girl who definitely wasn't Quinn.

He didn't have to wait long before he saw Brittany crunking her way through the song blasting through the stereo speakers; she was surrounded by horny guys from his team, all leering openly at her. She was totally oblivious to them as she lost herself in the music. Sam was obviously there too, body popping like he was having a seizure.

He was so caught up in Brittany that he hadn't even noticed Courtney trying to dance on him. She was basically humping his leg. He was standing there uncomfortably as she draped herself all over him.

As if she had some sort of radar, Brittany zoned in on them catching Santiago's eye and quirking her eyebrow incredulously. He started to panic about what she thought was going on, he stared back pleadingly begging for her to understand that he was not a willing participant in this mating ritual of Courtney's but to his amazement she beamed at him and laughed.

She flicked her thumb over at the door leading to the hallway as she pushed her crowd of admirers out of the way and left through it. It took no less than a second for him to shove Courtney away and follow her. He was vaguely aware of her calling him a stuck up prick but he didn't even look back, unfazed by her outburst.

As he snuck into the hallway and closed the door behind him, he found himself pinned up against it. Brittany's mouth was on his immediately as her hands roamed over his torso. He was so surprised that he hadn't even kissed her back yet but she persevered by pulling his shirt from where it was tucked into his jeans and raking her nails over his naked stomach. He finally got over the shock as he opened his mouth to give her probing tongue the access it was seeking. Her tongue licked the roof of his mouth and massaged over his a few times before she pulled back, sucking his lower lip and releasing it with a pop.

"You are just so cute it makes me want to punch you," she hugged him tightly, showing off her superhuman strength.

"Huh?"

"Just… all today with your little jibes at Sam and then with Courtney, you just looked so awkward and frightened when she came onto you." She explained while running her palms around his sides and over his exposed back. It made him shiver.

"What is with her anyway? She's like a dog in heat." It wasn't unusual for girls to be obvious about their attraction to him but Courtney usually played a little hard to get.

"She wouldn't stop talking about you all night. It was really annoying. She kept talking about how you had changed recently and didn't seem interested in her and the whole time I kept thinking about how that was because you were mine," she grinned.

His stomach flip-flopped at her word. Hers.

"I'm definitely yours," he leaned down to kiss her again, brushing his thumb over her cheek.

"Let's go upstairs. We'll get caught standing here and she's got a guest room. I still have to show you my appreciation for all your help with my Spanish," she whispered over his lips and pushed up against his jean covered crotch suggestively.

He groaned and leaned down to kiss her but she spun around and stepped away from his grasp.

"Follow me in a few seconds. Just to be safe," she said as she skipped to the stairs, winking at him as she ascended the steps before she was out of sight.

Arousal swirled in his lower stomach as he counted a full minute before following Brittany to the guest room. He passed some of his drunken teammates who were waiting in line to use the upstairs toilet. Some looked on the verge of puking and others were too busy sticking their tongue down the throat of a Cheerio to notice people skipping them in the queue. He pushed his way past them to come to a sudden stop upon realizing he actually no idea where the guest room was.

After twice opening the wrong door and interrupting one unlucky couple going at it heatedly on the bed, he arrived at the door furthest down the corridor, looked around quickly to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and slipped inside. He was relieved to see Brittany sitting on the corner of the bed with her hands resting on her lap.

"You took your time," she wagged her index playfully at him.

"I couldn't find the room. And I totally busted in on Jake going at it with that Marley chick. Sorta freaked me out," he shuddered at the memory of Jake's ass mid thrust.

"Aw baby, sit down here and I'll try to help you get rid of the memory," she patted the beige comforter beside her.

He did as he was told and took a hold of her hand, playing with her fingers and smiling wryly at her.

"I'm glad we're finally alone together," he confessed, linking their fingers and placing his other hand, the one closest to her, on her thigh. She smiled happily at him and hummed her agreement. She untangled their hands and wrapped her now free arm around his neck, awkwardly at first, but when she moved to straddle his hips, his hand drifted from her thigh to her waist. She was looking down at him with complete and utter adoration on her face.

The light in the room was dim and the only noise that could be heard was coming from the drunken teenagers littering the various different rooms of the house.

"It was so awful listening to Quinn give out about you today. I tried to bite my tongue but I couldn't help snapping at her. I think she's starting to suspect something. She thinks she knows you but she doesn't and I hate pretending to everyone that we're not together. I hate it San. I want to be able to hold your hand in school and kiss you before class and make out in the janitor's closet at lunch time," Brittany's outburst was definitely unexpected but he couldn't say he didn't feel the same. Of course he did. He felt it when the guys talked about how hot she was, or when girls flirted with him, or when she was within touching distance and his fingertips tingled with the urge to reach out and feel her skin against them.

"I hate it too. But… I love you and I think that makes it worth it." He was a little shy because they hadn't said the L word since last night and even then he was still buzzing from the best orgasm of his life.

Her smile told him that he said the right thing," I love you too. That's why I want to be able to tell Quinn that you're not just a user and you haven't moved on with some 'Jesus defying slut'. Her words, not mine," she shook her head in exasperation as a small giggle erupted from her perfect lips.

"Quinn's not the nicest person in the world," he agreed, "her parents are so religious that I think it's actually fucked her up," he remembered back in middle school when her father threw him out of the house during a group study session because his own dad was "not a man of God and no son of the devil is welcome in this home." Quinn was a different girl back then, a girl who snuck over to give him the help he desperately needed to pass his Math finals, but he assumed that Russell Fabray had eventually worn her down enough to 'accept' her beliefs and denounce her friends. She disappeared for the summer between their last term at Middle School and their first term at High School and came back angrier and more vindictive than ever before.

"Yeah, I heard that her dad isn't the nicest guy in the world. I've only met him once and it was briefly. I feel bad for her but I don't know why she wants us to be apart so badly."

"She just doesn't like me Britt. I'm not a nice guy," she opened her mouth to interrupt him but he shook his head to stop her, "I know you think I am but I'm really not. We used to be friends and I guess I took it badly that she changed so much and I started being an asshole to her. I just…. I didn't get why she went from playing video games with me to ignoring me completely and I reacted like a douche. Now she's made it her mission to ruin my life. She's spread rumors about me having an STI and everything."

"First of all, you're not a bad guy, ok? And you have to stop thinking that. Secondly, I didn't know you used to be friends. That's such poop that she changed, were you guys really close?" her hands were playing with his hair as she waited for him to elaborate.

"Yeah, not many people do. Just sorta childhood friends really. We were never as close Kurt and I are but she hung out with us a lot. Now she says that Kurt is an abomination. Her own fucking friend. The first time I heard her call him that I was totally done with her. She knows him. She knows what a good person he is and she just looks down her nose with disgust at him. I can't stand that," he closed his eyes in frustration. But Brittany ran her palm over his cheeks kissed his eyelids causing them to flutter open again.

"Losing a friend is hard. But she's not making it any easier on anyone by trying to stop us from being together. I think I want to tell her San. She's not a good friend to me and being on the squad is not worth this. It's really not. I want to join Glee and be with my perfect boyfriend," her breath was hot against his cheek and his chest swelled after hearing the word boyfriend.

"I just want what's best for you and you're the only person who knows what that is. But, if it's ok with you, can we wait a little longer? I just want you to make the right decision and I don't want you to do it because of me," he knew he shouldn't really ask her to wait but he wasn't about to let Quinn throw her off the team. He had a plan but he didn't want to get Brittany's hopes up if it didn't work.

"Ok. I'll wait another week. I want you to know that there's other reasons why I want to tell her but I'm not gonna lie and say you're not the main one," she rubbed her lips over his cheek and across to his nose, finishing with a peck on the tip.

"I can't help that I'm so great." He joked to lighten the mood.

"You're ok I guess," she rolled her eyes at his silliness and poked his dimple with her finger, something he noticed she liked to do a lot.

"So, are we boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked rather bluntly after mulling the idea over during the brief silence that descended upon them.

Brittany laughed loudly and mussed his hair up with her hand.

"Santiago Marius Lopez, you are too funny."

"What?" he was genuinely confused. Yeah, he wanted them to be but he wasn't aware of them actually being in a relationship. But when he thought about them being exclusive, admitting they were in love and having sex, the realization dawned on him that they were definitely in a relationship. A serious relationship. His first ever relationship.

"Kurt told me that you called me your girlfriend in class today. You little Romeo," she scrunched her nose up cutely.

Damn Kurt! Why did he always go out of his way to embarrass him? He hadn't actually meant to say it but was glad that he did.

"Well, I wanted us to be but I wasn't sure whether you wanted us to be." He acknowledged aloud, voicing the worry that was gnawing at him for so long. Not being able to be open about their hooking up meant that guys like Sam were an even bigger threat to him. And he hadn't even thought of all the girls who might be into Brittany. Fuck.

"I do. And yes, I'd love to spend Sunday with the two of you and Blaine. Not that you asked yet but Kurt beat you to it." She stared at him accusingly, probably wondering why he was still being such an awkward loser around her.

"I can't wait," he cut their conversation short by placing his hands on her face and pulling her into a heated kiss unable to resist any longer. She opened her mouth almost immediately and he pushed his tongue in, massaging hers with his own, savoring the taste. Brittany tugged at his hair and manipulated their kiss; their soft, slow rhythm being swapped for a faster, sloppier and almost desperate pace.

"Lie down," she said after breaking their kiss, pushing at his shoulders, "I want to try something," she pushed at his shoulders and lay back slowly, leaning on his elbows as she pulled his lower lip down with her thumb and sucked it. He groaned at the sensation and bucked his hips.

"Patience," she smiled at him, her hands sliding down from his shoulders to the buckle of his belt and opening it without hesitation.

He gulped loudly as he watched her undo the button of his jeans and slowly work the zip down over his bulge.

Brittany licked the shell of his ear and whispered seductively;

"I want to suck your cock."

He covered his face with his hands and groaned in disbelief, "Fucking hell," he muttered out loud.

Brittany stepped back off his lap, he kicked his shoes off as she pulled his jeans down over his lap, letting them pool around his ankles. Standing up again she started kneading her hand over his boxers.

"Ughhh," he moaned, leaning up on his elbows to watch her.

"I want to taste you Santiago," she licked her lips while increasing the pressure on his painfully hard cock. Squeezing his base and pinching at the head she worked him up into a frenzy.

"I can't believe this," he blurted as he watched her pull his boxers down around his ankles, his cock springing free, and kneeled between his legs with her hands on either knee.

He had no idea how Brittany managed to be so sexually sure of herself but he was thanking every God that ever existed that she was. She eyed his cock hungrily and he sat up completely, intent on watching her.

She looked up at him, her eyes a notable shade darker, and smiled before grabbing the base of his dick, kissing the head twice, and taking him into her mouth slowly.

It felt so warm and tight and wet, not as good as being inside her pussy but absolutely out of this world nonetheless. She bobbed her head slowly and as she moved her head back down, she took more of him inside of her until he felt his cock hit the back of her throat.

"Oh my fucking god," he groaned loudly, barely aware of anything but the feeling of her mouth surrounding his member.

She hummed and squeezed his base, jerking him off with her hand while sucking and licking his head, occasionally deep throating him. Every time the head hit her throat he unwittingly bucked his hips and caused her to gag a little. He kept apologizing but she didn't even stop to reassure him, just started going faster and faster. His hands were cramping as they gripped the bed covers. His entire body was overcome with a warm buzzing, the base of his spine tingling and his toes curling into the carpet covered floor.

He moved his hand to her hair and pushed a fallen strand from her face to get a better view. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was licking the underside of his cock. The sight of her made the tingling increase unexpectedly and he felt himself on the verge of coming.

"Jesus….. I'm gonna come Britt," he tried to push her away but she shook her head, engulfed his whole cock once again and cupped his balls.

"Holy fucking fuckkk…." He husked out as the familiar feel of liquid heat shot up his shaft and he came hard into her mouth. He squirted once, twice, three times deep into her throat which contracted as she swallowed.

Once he came down, she released his softening shaft from her lips with a pop and licked it clean, pecking the top before getting up off her knees to lie on the bed beside him.

He was sprawled out, breathing heavily, completely spent.

"I cannot believe that this is real life," he muttered into her lips as she kissed him lazily.

"Was that ok?" she asked self-consciously.

"Fuck Brittany, that was the best blowjob in the world. I still think it's a dream," he was awed at what just happened. He had gotten a total of five blowjobs in his life, excluding this one, and none of them had ever felt even close to that. He couldn't believe she swallowed. Hottest thing ever.

She giggled in relief and rested her head on his chest.

"That was my first time… like I know I started to do it to you the other day but that was my proper first time."

"What?" he nearly shouted. He didn't think about her doing it before but he was genuinely surprised that she hadn't. She just seemed so experienced.

"Don't be so shocked!" she slapped his stomach.

"Sorry, you're just sooooo good. I mean, so, so good." He rambled.

"Santiago," she squeaked out, embarrassed.

"I'm just saying," he shrugged, her head moving with his shoulders.

They lay there for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company. He put his index finger under her chin and gestured for her to look up, once she did he kissed her lovingly. She pulled back as he tried to deepen the kiss.

"We don't have time for that, we better get going before someone finds us. It would look pretty suspicious if they walk in on us with your pants around your ankles," she laughed causing him to blush, suddenly very aware of his very naked lower half.

He pulled his boxers and jeans up and sat on the bed, receiving a goodbye kiss from Brittany as she told him to wait a while before coming down.

He couldn't believe that he just got the best blowjob of his life in Courtney's guest room. He hoped she didn't find out or she would be so pissed.

Oh well, it'd be totally worth it.