A.N: The song that is in the Cheerio's routine is www . youtube watch?v=r2bVdGmPgdQ
Sexy Silk
Rachel entered the crowed gym shuffling along with the other hundreds of people. Santana let out a deep sigh of annoyance, it hadn't been the easiest week but nearing the end of the week Santana felt her spirits rising up again, anything to get a break from Berry. She was good and all but trying to be her girlfriend and actually looking like one was giving Santana a serious headache, all she wanted to do is watch this pep rally and get the hell out of this school.
"Move," Santana groaned, watching the group of girls in front of them trying to decide to sit to the left or right, "you have two seconds," the grirls scuffled away leaving Rachel to walk up the last two steps taking their seats at the end of the bench.
"I am so done with this week," Santana grumbled.
"Stop huffing," Rachel rolled her eyes.
Santana slapped her palm on the bench beside her, turning to Rachel, "You have no idea how exhausting it is to be your girlfriend," Santana muttered, "I have to hold your hand put my arm around you, constantly be bubbly, and worst of all restrain myself from making fun of you!" Santana shook her head, "It's almost impossible."
Santana was confident that with the yelling teens around them, no one would be able to hear the two girls private conversation.
"It hasn't been that hard," Rachel muffled watching as the Cheerio's walked from the changing rooms.
"You can't say that!" Santana gasped, "You aren't in a relationship with you,"
"I'm not bad,"
"You're not bad, you are exhausting, like who the hell cares if you got your favorite raisin bun or not?" Santana grumbled throwing her arms up.
"You didn't care!" Rachel gasped. Santana been so happy when Rachel had bounced over to her that lunch holding up her favorite buns at school, Santana had mustered up the strength to even cheer for her, wrapping her in a tight embrace.
Santana looked back in frustration rolling her eyes and sighing, "Never mind."
"Well it hasn't been a walk in the park for me wither," Rachel retorted
"I find that hard to believe," Santana scoffed, "Do you know I haven't been able to finish my lunch once this week before I have to be all snuggled up to you, when am I supposed to eat my soup?"
"You can eat with one hand,"
"Have you ever tried to eat soup when you have a bouncing girl on your arm, that's an accident waiting to happen," Santana shook her head, "Have you ever spilt their tomato soup on yourself, it's like liquid hell, I swear the cooks are trying to kill us."
Rachel watched Santana for a moment snickering,
"It's not funny!" Santana whined, "I am so hungry when I get home I eat too much, then I'm not hungry at supper, I have missed three of my mom's amazing dinners."
Rachel laughed, "Oh your life is so hard,"
"Oh shut up Berry,"
The lights in the gym dimmed turning everyone's attention toward the middle of the floor.
"Aren't you glade football seasons over?" Santana asked nodding down to the boys basketball team, "that could have been you standing in front of the entire school."
Rachel nodded agreeing with Santana, after seeing Quinn kiss Finn she couldn't stomach the thought of stepping back on the field. Taking Santana's suggestion she blamed her absence on PMS… for a mouth, the coach wasn't the smartest tool when it came to the female anatomy.
Watching the Cheerio's line up Santana chuckled, "One time Amy Beans was getting ready for a prep rally like this, and me and Britt snuck into her locker when she was in the shower and pulled off two of the buttons and loosened the third. During one of her lifts her skirt came flying off,"
"That's horrible Santana," Rachel gasped, but couldn't help but slightly sinker, too bad she never came to these before.
"She had it coming," Santana muttered, "She told Sue I ate a snickers bar during lunch,"
"And you decided to publicly embarrass her because you couldn't have your treat?"
"I had to run another five laps because of that bitch!" She exclaimed, "No one messes with me."
"It is pretty funny," Rachel shrugged, remembering Amy as one of the girls who had mocked her new reindeer sweater in the beginning of the year and not feeling as bad about Santana's and Brittany's actions.
Santana chuckled bumping her shoulder into Rachel, "I knew you were as evil as me."
They quieted down as Quinn stood in the spot light, clapping her hands together and beginning one of the most uncomfortable and strenuous routines for Santana and Rachel to sit through.
It had started out normal; just the Cheerio's chanting and doing mediocre flips and tumbles. But about halfway through the dance routine everything seemed to change. The back ground music stopped and suddenly the Cheerios were stalled as the gym tried to understand what was happening.
Suddenly a new song came on leading the Cheerio's into a different, much different dance.
Stepping forward Quinn walked down the line a basketball players trailing her finger tis across there chest, reaching the end and wrapping her arm around Finn.
"Boy, I will be your sexy silk
Wrap me around round round round
I'll be your pussycat licking your milk
Right now down down down " Quinn's voice rang out.
Rachel's jaw dropped, this couldn't be… I mean this was…
Brittany stepped forward pulling her pony tail out and flipping her head back, pushing away her messy hair. She dropped the floor, moving her hips back and forth as Quinn step back around; the Cheerio's beginning to dance around the two. Brittany jumped back up, turning the audience with a sly grin.
"Woah woah woah woah woah
Boy you're gonna win
Say yeah yeah yeah yeah you're under my skin
I got butterflies within
Ohhhh!
I think I like you!" Brittany husked her voice ringing across the gym.
"What the hell is going on?" Santana squeaked, watching Brittany dance upon the other girls in her squad, her ass shaking in a dangerous way.
"Shut up," Rachel snapped when Quinn opened her mouth again.
Normally Santana would have been angry at Rachel for using such a forceful tongue, but at that moment Santana could hardly make out a breath. The rest of the Cheerio's stood behind Brittany and Quinn dancing in sync but Brittany and Quinn danced differently and much sexier. Even though they were only two girls in the group they held capture of many of the eyes. The way their hips moved… their hands reaching up into their hair… this couldn't be appropriate for school. But that's what Sue did, pushed anything as far as she could without getting in trouble. And at that moment Rachel and Santana silently thanked her.
Once the routine was over everyone in the entire gym was speechless.
"Yeah!" Jacob yelled in the crowd pumping his fist.
This lead to a huge uproar, guys hooting and hollering and everyone seeming to be a bit dazed from the dance. Everyone around the two girls stood, but Rachel and Santana sat dumbfounded, trying to catch up with the rest of the audience and their breath. Slowly Rachel and Santana stood, quietly clapping their eyes still bugged from their eyes.
"Holly," Rachel said breathlessly
"-Shit," Santana finished
"Damn those girls can get down!" Mercedes called from behind hitting Santana on the shoulder, "Too bad you weren't down there it seemed a bit weird to have those two without you cheering."
Santana merely nodded not able to come up with coherent words to put in a sentence. She turned around slowly; the group of Cheerio's waving at the crowd before disappearing behind two doors, though Quinn and Brittany stayed in the middle of the floor.
Sitting back down Rachel for once had her mouth sealed, and the same could go for Santana. Damn the person how made those way too short Cheerio skirts, it was all too much the music, the moves, the skirts…
Quinn stepped forward, Brittany's arm linked through Quinn's as they walked up to the microphone,
"That was to show how incredibly hot our basketball team is this year, I mean just look at them girls!" Quinn called, following a squeal of delight from the girls in the crowd.
"And like always Titans are going to win!" Brittany beamed
"Hope that gave you a confidence boost boys," Quinn arched an eyebrow, leading Brittany away and into the changing rooms.
The basketball players looked stunned too, some of their hands placed neatly over their laps.
"I need to get on that basketball team!" Rachel yelled,
"Alright Rachel getting on the football team was some type of miracle but you will never be able to pull that off, you are as tall as the ball." Santana rolled her eyes at Rachel's over eagerness.
"You're right," Rachel sighed "Damn you genetics, they are the worst cock block…"
Santana snorted covering her mouth, she really did have a bad influence on Rachel who would have thought the small preppy Jewish girl in sophomore year would be using cock block anywhere in a sentence.
"Watch the language," Santana chuckled
"Like you are one to talk,"
"It's true," Santana agreed, finally beginning to recover from the sexy routine.
"That was absolute hell," Rachel committed able to now talk about it.
"So amazing but so horrible at the same time,"
"It's like their knowingly teasing us," Rachel huffed, "As if it isn't hard enough as it is."
"Don't worry; I'm pretty sure that wasn't their intent…"
Quinn jumped in the changing rooms, unable to shake the image of Rachel's bulging eyes out of her mind. She couldn't help but feel a bit proud of herself. I mean that girl was practically drooling over her, even when her girlfriend was sitting right to the side of her. Seriously Rachel had to be more careful with her leering. So maybe Quinn was her type? Not that Quinn cared, it was just an interesting observation is all. She couldn't help but shake her hips a little deeper, roll her head a little further, and whip her hair a bit more. I mean with someone ogling you like that you had to please.
Brittany opened her locker, grinning foolishly at her clothes. She hadn't seen it for a long time but Santana was defiantly was watching her with utter longing. She once could find Santana with such look on her face most every day, but now it had become harder and harder. But in that moment there was no denying the fact that Santana was probably wetting herself.
"So that went well," Quinn nodded calmly, looking at the other blonde.
Brittany made sure to straighten out her sly grin, becoming cool, "Yeah it seemed to go over well."
"Well I'm going to hit the showers," Quinn said,
"See you,"
Once either girls back was turned the ever present smirk return to either girl's lips. Silently doing a victory dance for something they were slowly accepting they wanted a victory over.
Santana and Rachel walked down the steps after a small speech from the basketball coach that was nothing compared to what the Cheerio's just pulled. But you couldn't blame the guy, no one could have followed that especially a mid-forties, over weight man.
"What do you want to do today?" Rachel asked reaching the floor,
Santana shook her head furiously, "No, I don't want to do anything, I am going to get in my car and drive as fast as I can away from you,"
"That's incredibly rude," Rachel scoffed
"I can't take another minute of being your girlfriend, my head might explode," Santana grunted looking down at Rachel's slightly hurt expression, "It's nothing personally."
"It's extremely personal!" Rachel grumbled
"Well I don't mean to be, look it's not just you," Santana explained, "I'm always tired of seeing Brittany with that damn boy of hers,"
"Whatever Santana," Rachel flipped her hand, "I'll see you on Monday,"
Santana began to open her mouth to say sorry, but felt a little relived that Rachel was walking away from her to go home. Oh home sweet home, Santana pushed through the crowd finding her locker to quickly collect some of her items.
She hurried toward the front doors, practically skipping to her red car. She began to plan all the things she would not be doing in the next few hours. She would not be holding Rachel, she would not be smiling like a plastic Barbie doll, and she most defiantly wouldn't have to watch some sexy dance involving Brittany which would probably cause her to have to take an extremely cold shower later.
"Santana," A light voice sounded from behind her, Santana turned around almost too quickly slightly tripping on her own feet.
"Hey Britt," Santana said breathlessly as the girl bounced over to her.
"Did you like the routine?" Brittany asked puckering her lips. Obviously Brittany already knew the answer if Santana's slightly frazzled look didn't confirm it, the fact that she was running off to her car was good evidence too.
"It was awesome," Santana proclaimed, "I don't know how Sue was aloud for you two to sing that song though," She snickered, "You had almost all the guys squirming in their seats."
"And you?"
"Me what?"
"Were you squirming in your seat?" Brittany smirked, she may be crossing a few lines here, but she couldn't help it. Her self-confidence was shooting through the roof, and she felt like she could say anything at that moment and have no retributions.
"U-uh," Santana squeaked, "I'm dating Rachel!" She blurted out.
Brittany's face fell a bit at the reminder, "Oh yeah," Brittany shrugged, "I don't know though you seemed pretty busy during that, I don't even know if you knew Rachel was at your side…" Brittany slurred, "…You looked pretty distracted,"
Santana shrugged swallowing a clump of nerves, "I was just observing the dance routine like everyone else,"
"Maybe a bit more than everyone else,"
Santana felt her inside beginning to turn into goo, "Uhm," She stuttered, "Where is Artie?"
Brittany bit her lips shrugging, "I don't know,"
"Trouble in paradise?" Santana asked a little hopeful,
"Uh," Brittany murmured, shrugging. "How are you and Rachel," Brittany asked, "You look happy…"
Santana's mind was still trying to wrap around her previous confession of her and Artie maybe not doing the best that she hardly heard the question.
"Oh!" Santana gasped, "Yeah we are pretty good,"
"So you ran off after the party, to her?" Brittany gritted,
"Yep,"
"You get over hurt pretty fast," Brittany mumbled.
"Well she actually wants me," Santana spat, "It's nice for once."
Brittany winced trying to keep her words from damaging her. "So how long have you known?"
"What do you mean?"
"How long have you known you were attracted to Rachel?" Brittany clarified, "since I know you hated her every time before a while ago,"
Santana shrugged, pulling her fingers through her hair. "I think I have been in denial for a while now," Santana muttered, "Remember how in all those crappy romantic comedies we watched the two people who hated each other the most always seemed to get together?"
Brittany nodded sadly, her previously gleeful exterior changing, "Yeah,"
"I think that's what happened,"
"But you said nothing in the movies really happened," Brittany grimaced.
"I guess Rachel and I are the exception," She said through her teeth. This wasn't right how was this supposed to help her in getting Brittany? It seemed so twisted.
"Oh," Brittany sighed, "Well, I'm happy for you…"
"Thanks," Santana grumbled, the girls stood in an awkward silence for a few moments trying to decide what to say next.
It was the first time the two had seriously talked about Santana and Rachel being in a relationship. It was very obvious how it affected both girls.
"So you're going home?" Brittany asked, "I am surprised Rachel isn't going home with you,"
"She had some singing lesson," Santana lied.
"I see,"
'You were really good today Britt, you sounded amazing," Santana grinned.
Brittany dipped her head down trying to hide her slight blush at Santana's kind words. It was ridiculous to blush at something that was as ordinary as a compliment, multiple girls on the Cheerio's team had told her the same and she had only thanked them. But with Santana it was always different, she was one person who she knew would always affect her this way.
Santana didn't miss the heat running up to Brittany's face and took a bit of pride in it. At least she could still make the blonde blush, she could work with that.
"What are you doing this weekend?" Brittany asked, not wanting to leave the Latina quite yet, she missed her.
"Maybe sleep, eat…and watch some quality drama TV shows,"
"Sounds fun," Brittany smirked.
"Totally," Santana chuckled, "Hey maybe you should come over?"
Brittany brightened at the idea, being with Santana alone…. But then the remembered, "I don't think that is such a great idea…" She murmured thinking back to Rachel.
"Why not?" Santana whined,
"You have a girlfriend now," She commented, "I don't think she would like you being alone with someone you have history with."
Santana's heart sank, but Brittany was right, if the relationship was real Rachel would probably not like that idea.
"Maybe you right," Santana admitted sadly, "Actually though, I have something to invite you to."
"What's that?"
"On valentine's day you know how my parents go away?" Santana said.
She blushed bright red after though, of course Brittany would know, only last year they had spent the night together in the empty home, that was a very long night…
Brittany could guess why Santana was blushing and smirked, "Yeah I remember," she nodded, causing Santana to yet again feel heat rush to her face.
"Well Rachel and I are putting on a couple's night, well I guess anyone could come at my house, but it should be fun…" Santana slurred, "What do you think?"
Brittany took a minute to think over the request sure, she would love to spend another Valentine's with Santana but with Rachel there could she stomach it?
"I'll think about it," Brittany smiled.
"Awesome," Santana nodded.
"I guess I should let you go," Brittany nodded to Santana's car, "Let you start your sleeping eating and watching TV,"
Santana chuckled smiling up at her, "Thanks."
"Bye San,"
"See you Britt,"
Brittany watched as Santana's car silently drove away, her eyes following it out the parking lot. She started to think about the party, should she go? What were the benefits and downfalls?
Suddenly Brittany began to think of something, a new plan officially beginning to multiple and twist inside the blondes mind. She gasped, pulling out her cell phone and dialing the number of her fellow Cheer captain.
"Hello?" Quinn's voice buzzed,
"Quinn it's me we need to talk."
"Why what's going on?"
"I've got a plan,"
A.N Next chapter will be the valentine's party.
Will someone snap? who will it be?
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