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I've been racking my brain and pouring over new ideas all week. So I hope you're ready! Back by popular demand, a few responses, my friend's insistence that I don't destroy my cute lovely Brittana, and a magical unicorn that told me to write at least one more case in my dreams, I now present one more LT: P-Eye case for your reading, mystery, and smut loving pleasure!
XIV. Missing Grades
"Sure Madame President, right this way."
"Why thank you First Lady."
Santana opened the door to the student council room located two doors down from Principal Figgins office and waited for Brittany to pass through. The room held a long table, a few students, a Jenny (that fucking vice president Santana was sure was trying to get into her girlfriend's pants, a board of ideas, and a schedule for things they still had to complete before the end of school. The end of school was rapidly approaching. In fact, approaching way too fast.
"Brittany…" Jenny stood up with a bit of hesitation upon seeing the student council's overprotective girlfriend glaring at her from behind the blonde's back. "Here are the announcements and things we need you to do before the end of the day. I already set up the announcement room for you this morning since you seemed to be running a little late."
Brittany took the packet of papers and smirked at the last comment, but didn't account for her whereabouts.
"We were busy." Santana answered curtly with a satisfied look on her face. Quickie in the back of her car more like it, but Jenny didn't need to know all the details of their relationship.
"Thanks, Jenny! I will see you later after school for the meeting!" Brittany said enthusiastically before heading to the back door of the room where the intercom was set up.
Santana lingered.
"Yeah, thanks, Jenny."
"Santa-"
"Hush-" Santana interjected. "I still have my eyes on you. Now scram. My girl doesn't need you around right now. She's gots some announcing to do and she doesn't need you trying to be the over excited VP up her shit."
Jenny took the hint and gathered her things. The girl looked back once more, but again Santana made a threatening gesture. Jenny took off meeting someone else down the hallway. Good, she could make new friends.
The backdoor opened and a blonde head popped out. "San, babe, you coming to help me announce or what?"
"Be right there." Santana made sure to close the door to the office after the rest of the student council losers had left. Really who would want to be in student government? Brittany definitely earned it and was perfect for the job, but to be anything else than the president just seemed like the participation ribbons given out to everyone who didn't win first place. What could Santana say? Brittany was perfect and always the champion.
Student body president announced the events of the day, the sports scores for McKinley, and any other important things that needed to be told to the students during homeroom. Most times the students didn't care two shits about what was announced, but it did give the two girls some time by themselves.
Brittany had just started the announcements speaking directly into the intercom for the school. Santana stood against the closed door and smiled as she heard her girlfriend's voice over the school's PA system.
Sign-ups and information regarding senior graduation should be picked up by the end of the week.
Chocolate colored eyes glanced down to the papers Jenny had handed to her girlfriend and for the first time realized they were written in crayon. That bitch really was moving in on her girl. Whatever. She knew Britt would never go for that. Besides, Santana had learned her lesson that past winter. In fact, she had learned a lot of things in the months from January all the way up to May.
The two cheerleaders had been inseparable and working nonstop to make sure Santana got into her school in New York and that Brittany would pass all her classes. Competition for glee was heating up which meant seeing more of the club. They were also getting ready for Nationals with Sue and the cheerios. They had been very busy at school.
The baseball team lost again 0-15 while girls' softball team qualified for county tournament this weekend with another victory.
Of course, they were still rocking LT:P-Eye. And yes, even Santana Lopez now called Lord Tubbington's Private Eye by the nickname Tim had given it. Not all that surprising considering that Tim spent more time hanging out with Santana than he did with Brittany now. Since both Tim and Santana had aspirations for stardom and were naturally sarcastic, Tim and Santana had taken to each other quickly.
At first, Brittany had been very pleased with their friendship that was until she saw the terrible influence they had on each other. One time she had texted Santana to find out where the two were hanging out so she could come chill after student council business. After no response, she had meandered over to the park and found Santana issuing out orders to a pack of thirteen year old boys with instructions on how to swindle old people out of candy they brought to feed the animals and the best way to pick up girls. Brittany wasn't sure, but she could have sworn she was Santana's only girlfriend so she wasn't too clear on how good her advice would be. But when Santana started to give them advice on how to get a girl off, Brittany knew for certain it was God's honest truth since Santana was very good at getting Britt to cum.
Santana didn't use Britt's name, but her descriptions were incredibly explicit. After that incident a few mothers started to regulate the park visits and conveniently positioned themselves into areas where they could overhear the Latina.
Money and slips for prom are due next Tuesday and can be delivered to the Student Council office.
This invasion of playtime prompted them to move their play time to other places. They had helped solve a missing bench mystery at the mall and Tim had gotten them a case at his private school. Lord Tubbington had somehow secured them a case involving a trapped cat in a high tree branch. Since Brittany hadn't been around, Santana had called Tim to come help. The two spent the next three hours attempting to scale the tree to no avail. Finally Brittany had showed up scaled the tree in three minutes, had the cat, and landed on her feet with barely breaking a sweat.
Tim and Santana had spent the entire time watching her with their jaws hanging. Lord Tubbington finally slunk from his perch on Brittany's window and strolled away with the rescued feline. Santana had known LT was a hound dog, but even she had to admit that LT had game in spades.
Later that evening, Santana had expressed how sexy she thought Brittany had been, but this time without Tim around.
Finally good luck to the boys and girls soccer teams as they board the bus for states today.
Brittany took her finger off the button and continued to sit there for a moment. Her cerulean eyes met the dark ones that had so calmly and lovingly watched her the entire time.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"First Lady, I was wondering if you had a date to the prom because forms and money are due soon and I wanna make sure I snatch up the hottest most wonderful girl in school before someone else asks her." Brittany asked with smile on her face and bit her bottom lip waiting for a response. Obviously they had been planning on going together, but she had never officially asked. And she wanted it to be special for her girlfriend.
"Why Madame President," Santana could feel her heart flittering in her chest. She took a step closer to the blonde so they were practically pressed up against each other. The material of their matching cheerios outfits barely brushed, but all Santana could feel was her pulse. Then she did something she thought she would never do. Without Brittany knowing, she slipped her hand along the desk to the intercom and pressed in the button to speak.
She remembered last year's prom and how Brittany had supported her when she felt the entire world stood against her. Santana also remembered how publically she had left Brittany on Fondue For Two and had not even given the blonde a change to ask her out to prom. But she no longer felt afraid. In fact, her heart raced, but her mind was set.
With the button pushed in, Santana looked directly into those eyes and spoke loud and clear for the whole student body to hear. "Brittany S. Pierce, I would love to go to prom with you." She removed her finger from the button just in time to catch a jumping Brittany.
Their lips crashed together as their bodies hit the door.
"Really? You mean it?"
"Of course! Who else would I want to go with?"
"I don't know…Quinn maybe or maybe Rachel now that you have that picture of her in your locker." Brittany teased with a smirk on her face pulling back from the kiss.
Santana scrunched her face. "Whatever. It doesn't mean anything."
"Clearly it does since it's been up for a week just hanging there in your locker without any graffiti on it."
"I could deface it if you really want me to." Santana purred against the blonde's lips.
"You mean you want to draw a mustache on her?" Brittany responded sliding a leg between Santana till she felt her knee hit the wooden door. Santana hitched herself up on the knee.
"If that's what you want me to do." Santana leaned into Brittany's body and planted kisses along her jawline.
"Maybe not a mustache, you might like that too much." Brittany slid her fingers underneath the cheerios uniform to the edge of San's spankies and rubbed her fingertips along the brunette's inner thighs. Santana held back a moan by biting her lower lip.
"Are you implying that I like boys?" Santana asked her voice dropping to a husky tone. Her legs tingled at the feel of long fingers stroking her inner thighs and teasing at the edges of her uniform.
Brittany turned her head to capture Santana's lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues teased dipping in and out of opened mouths. She bit down on Santana's lip where the Latina had been biting down only a few moments before.
"No, but maybe that you like girls with mustaches besides you always mention her man hands-" Brittany put greater emphasis on the word by yanking down the red material underneath the cheerio uniform. Her fingers ran up and down Santana's panties underneath feeling wetness through the material.
"Fuck." Santana moaned again, but smirked into another kiss. She couldn't let Brittany keep taking control of their romps. With great willpower, the little she had remaining, Santana pushed Britt back away from the door. The surprise on Britt's face was priceless. "I prefer my girls blonde, tall, and incredibly sexy."
Brittany didn't have time to respond. Her ass pressed against the back of the table in the small room. Santana had wrapped on leg around her waist and pushed into her girlfriend. Brittany pushed back again this time Santana gave in and completely wrapped both legs around her girlfriend. A few things clattered to the floor, but neither girl had time or patience to notice. Off the ground, Santana let Britt take all her body weight. The blonde finally yanked down the spankies all the way with Santana's panties. Naked underneath her cheerleading uniform, Santana smirked. "Love you so much, Britt."
No time to respond, Brittany ran her hands up San's neck and pulled her tight pony tail out. Brittany maneuvered her hands between them and once again began to run her fingers up and down her girlfriend's core this time without the obstructing material in the way. Santana's back arched as she tightened her legs around Britt's waist trying to increase the friction between them.
Seeing the look of complete pleasure on her girlfriend's face, Brittany pulled her hand back. Making sure those dark eyes never left hers, Brittany brought her fingers up to her mouth. Slowly she licked her girlfriend's cum with a devious intentions in her blue gaze. Santana bucked unable to control the currents of heat flooding her body. How could Brittany always turn her on like this? She moaned uncontrollably as Britt stuck another finger in her mouth.
"Fuck, baby, please." Santana pleaded as she grasped Brittany's hand by the wrist and pushed it back down underneath her skirt.
Brittany nodded and loved the way Santana's fingers caressed her wrist so softly and yet with that sense of urgency. She needed Britt. The blonde pushed her hand back between the Latina's spread legs. San sucked in a deep breath as she began to ride Brittany's fingers. The blonde leaned into her girlfriend's body pinned and suspended against the wall.
"Who are you going to prom with?" Brittany asked in a whispered against Santana's spot right beneath the left side of her jaw where she knew her girlfriend went crazy at the slightest brush. Santana could hardly breathe much less focus on anything other than Brittany's fingers. But when she felt those perfect lips brush up against her throat on her spot, she tensed; her body felt like it was exploding. An orgasm already vibrated through her, but Brittany didn't stop. She curled her fingers and rubbed against the brunette's cilt. Santana's body shook as it prepared for another one. "Say my name."
She couldn't think, but she wanted, needed so badly to cum again. Santana opened her mouth right as Brittany began to pump her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy again. "Brittany. Fuck. Britt!"
Breathing hard, Santana buried her face into Brittany's messy hair in the crook of her neck. Slowly Britt pulled her fingers back and just held Santana while they both caught their breath.
"Think we can make class before the bell?" Brittany asked quietly.
"Nope." Santana smirked devilishly.
"Why?"
"Cause we've still got round two."
"I love round two." Brittany said into another kiss. The Latina pulled at the girl's golden locks while her other hand pressed against the center of her chest. About to slip her hand down to pull up the top of Britt's uniform, Santana's hand stopped dead in its tracks at the sound of a door knock.
"Teen lesbians! Open this door right now!" The unmistakable voice of Principal Figgins called from outside.
"Shit."
"Uh-oh." Brittany threw Santana's clothes back at her girlfriend. She quickly dressed herself while Britt attempted to smooth down her uniform.
"Open this door immediately!"
Britt was the first to reach the door. Principal Figgins stood outside dabbing his brow with a handkerchief and then using it at a makeshift fan. It looked like he was about to pass out.
"Oh thank everything President McKinley ever touched that you two are dressed!" Figgins let out a sigh of relief.
Both cheerleaders looked at each other.
"Not the most appropriate wording to use to female student, Principal Figgins." Santana spoke guardedly. Had he heard them in the room?
Brittany on the other hand was still caught up with a fascination with what Figgins had first said. "President McKinley touched me once. I mean not with his hands since they were painted on, but with his eyes. Sometimes when I am walking by his portrait I know that his eyes are following me just like on Scooby-Doo. You know that one episode when the gang is-"
"LOPEZ! PIERCE! FIGGINS OFFICE NOW!" Sue Sylvester burst through the doors of the student council office. All three people jumped at the sound of Sue's voice including Figgins. "Oh good you're here Principal Figgins, we can move this debauchery to your office then."
"Of course, Sue, that's what I was just about to suggest. Come on girls."
Santana sat next to Brittany in the principal 's office. She had wanted to reach across to hold her girlfriend's hand, but considering the reason why they were suddenly called in, the Latina quelled her desire.
"I have never in my life heard a more ridiculous set of announcements in the morning. First the congratulations to other teams that have done mediocre at best and could barely call themselves athletes!" Sue said pointing at Figgins and then at Brittany. "All recaps of the day and all important news should come directly from my segment of Sue's Corner not this drivel!"
"Sue…" Figgins warned. The girls remained silent.
"And what kind of announcement splits up the sports and doesn't mention the cheerios? I have a contract, Figgins, if you'd like to pull it out. Don't bother I know it's section 5B clause 453 which states that all athletic directions should first be consulted by me. Therefore the school announcements would also fall under my jurisdiction!"
"Sue…"
"Finally! What kind of school program prompts the use of the intercom system to titillate and stimulate the already over sexualized mind of the student body? Those few seconds of these two getting kinky behind the mic were enough for at least half the boy population to ask to be excused from the bathroom and almost the entire female population to walk over to that ridiculous excuse of a school guidance councilor and pick up her pamphlet aptly titled: I Think I Was Sexually Aroused By Another Girl: Does that Make Me a Lesbian?"
"Yes, Sue! Thank you. That is why we brought the girls into to talk about. We can address your other issues at another time. The school lawyer has expressly forbidden me to pull out your contract without first calling him and three other law firms."
Sue bristled at the last comment, but didn't argue. The girls on the other hand looked at each other sideways. Had the intercom been on during their little sexcapade in the office?
"Now girls before you get worried, we only heard about two seconds of your…" Figgins cleared his throat. "…Copulation exchange."
"But San and I weren't playing cops and robbers so I don't understand how you heard us roleplaying." Brittany said confused. "Besides we didn't have any handcuffs or hats. Sometimes we dress up in hats only. It makes it easier to-"
Santana quickly put her hand out and squeezed Brittany's thigh with a look. "B."
"What?"
Figgins' face revealed his distress at all the extra information. "Girls, we have had you on our radar long before this incident. A few times the teachers have reported that you two are caught in strange places around the school, but hardly enough for us to take any action. Unfortunately, after this incident, we can no longer ignore a few facts about your academic standings in the school."
"What are you talking about? We are passing all our classes. Graduation is like in a few weeks and whatever we do behind closed doors is our business and should have no bearing on our records." Santana snapped.
Sue remained surprisingly silent.
"Ms. Lopez, you currently have nothing holding you back from graduating, but it has come to the school's attention by an anonymous source that Ms. Pierce has completed no classes at all and should really be considered a freshman."
"What?" The two girls and Sue said at the same time.
"That makes no sense."
"Preposterous I would never accept such behavior from my cheerios!"
"Does this mean I am fifteen again? Do I have to take Ms. Birch's Geometry class again? She didn't let me play with the blocks."
"Ladies, ladies please one at a time." Figgins tried to navigate the three voices coming at him.
"Figgins! I would never allow one of my cheerios to drop all her grades like that. Something must be wrong in the system!"
"Sue, I don't know what to tell you. I checked a thousand times. Unfortunately this means we have to strip Ms. Pierce of her title as president, she can no longer participate in any school activities this includes glee club, cheerios, the academic team, etc."
"You can't do this!" Santana jumped up from the chair. "I have been with Brittany in almost all of her classes! She hands in the work and has gotten grades for it all! Obviously someone is messing with your system! You can take away all those things from her! She's about to graduate!"
"Please, Ms. Lopez." Figgins leaned back in his chair suddenly aware of the objects on his desk which the small spirited girl could use as a weapon. There had been many times he had broken Santana out of fights with other students. It wouldn't be a lie to say that the girl scared him a bit. "Sit down and calm yourself. I also agree that this situation seem preposterous and completely unlikely and yet we have no record of Brittany's tests or grades. I even sent our student work down into the archives to look for a physical paper trail, but the girl said Brittany S. Pierce didn't even have a hard file."
"This is ludicrious!" Sue bellowed.
"I love Luda!" Brittany interjected.
"Britt, love…" Santana sat back down and looked at Brittany. "They are saying we can't graduate together."
"But why? I did all my homework and went to class and I passed all the grades before senior year. Obviously there's a mistake somewhere. Why wouldn't they let us graduate together?"
"I don't know. Obviously someone has to fix this." Santana glared back at Figgins making the principal once again very aware of how unstable teenagers are.
"I can't! My hands are tied! There is nothing that says Brittany has even been enrolled in McKinley!"
"Figgins, this cannot stand! We have been teaching and coaching Brittany for the past four years. Paperwork has to exist to prove it!" Sue said suddenly understanding the implication. "She's been my best dancer and competing for four years! I monitor all my athletes very closely to make sure they all have passing grades so we can keep competing."
"Sue, if you have some record of her grades that we are not aware of, then I suggest you find them immediately so we can sort this out! Until then, I must suspend Brittany since it is far too late in the semester to have her finish freshman year. Next year she can enroll or perhaps get a GED during the night courses we offer. There is nothing else I can do."
"But, I have to get ready for prom, graduation, and going to New York with Santana so I can open up my dance studio and my detective agency!"
"I am sorry, Brittany, I truly am, but you are going to have to wait to do all of that. Someone else will take over those duties. And because you are no longer a student at McKinley, I have to have security escort you from the premises. Please forgive me."
"San?" Brittany looked at Santana.
"You can't! I have sat with her in every class and we've done all of our assignments together! If she's not in the system then I shouldn't be!" Santana got up and shut the door to the office and locked it so security couldn't come in.
"I know you are upset, but that arguing won't change anything."
Sue calmly walked over to Santana and pulled her arm gently leading her away from the door. "May I have a few moments alone with the girls before you let security in here?" She directed her question to Figgins. The principal sighed, but stood up from his chair.
"You only have a few minutes please make it quick. I could get into serious trouble."
"Thank you." Sue said sweetly. In fact so sweet it made Brittany's face cringe in confusion.
Once the door was closed, Santana yanked her arm from Sue's grasp. "You have to fix this coach! This can't be true! None of it! It's ridiculous! You always fix these things! Just do it again and we can all go back to class!"
Sue shook her head. "I don't know if I can bully Figgins this time. It seems like his source came from the outside maybe higher up therefore other people besides us know about Brittany's missing records."
"Then I can't graduate?" Brittany asked. Her voice dropped in defeat and her head hung. Santana's heart broke at the sight.
"No. You are graduating and we are going to prom and she is participating in glee and cheerios!" Santana pleaded, but the look on Sue's face made even her chest fall. Not so confident now, she asked. "Right?"
"Girls, I will look through my office, but most of my grade tracking was done through the school's system. I don't think I will find anything. I will even have Becky go down into the archives to search, but if the student worker didn't find anything then I doubt that she will."
"So I am going to be a freshman again?"
"Not necessarily. You two have been working together all year on cases like this one and found things thought lost forever. You've even been helping the peons who also go to school here. I am sure one of them can help you out. Either you have to find the anonymous source or you have to find the missing records. Nothing completely vanishes." Sue spoke sincerely. "Find it fast because I am not sure how much time you'll have if they will let you graduate on time even if you do find the records. You can't miss too much school."
"So this is going to be our last case at McKinley High?" Brittany asked looking for Santana's support.
"Looks like it. Shit. I just can't believe how crazy this all is. It makes no sense." Santana returned Brittany's gaze.
The door to the office opened and two men stepped inside. They definitely were not Frank. Since the missing trophy case and Figgins step up in security, they had these real tough big guys patrolling the school. They gestured for Brittany to get up from the chair.
"Come on we have to take you out. Your sister has already been called and she's here waiting to drive you home."
"You called Allie? She's gonna be so upset!" Brittany's eyes slid from the tough guys to Santana.
"She'll understand, B. Just go home and I will get out of here as quickly as I can and drive to your house so we can plan what to do next." Santana tried to stay calm, but it was hard when two men were practically dragging her lover out of the office.
"Hurry, San! I don't want to be a freshman again!" Brittany said over her shoulder as the two guards walked her down the hallway.
Santana pushed away a stray tear from the corner of her eye. There was no way Brittany wasn't graduating.
"Lopez." Sue said nicely and touched her shoulder with sincere compassion. "If anyone can figure out this whole mess it's you, Brittany, and that fat cat she keeps around. Keep yourself level headed and think about who could have done this and why. You have to treat it like a case that doesn't involve Brittany. Treat it like any other case."
"But coach I can't even think straight right now."
"I know, but you have to try…do it for Brittany."
"Where do I start?"
"My Nazi hunting parents always said to start at the source." Sue said with a nod. "And then cut the head off of it."
With that, the cheerios coach walked away leaving Santana in the middle of the hall. At the source? What source? There was literally nothing! Santana felt her frustration mounting like she would scream, but her phone vibrated.
She looked down. It was from Brittany.
S, find out who erased my records!
how?
Isn't there anyone you know who is good with computers?
'sides u?
There has to be someone.
ill find someone. r you okay? did Allie flip?
No, but she said she's gonna shit on some apes or something tomorrow in Figgins office.
good she better go ape shit
I love you.
i love you 2. C u soon
Santana shut her phone and took a deep breath. She could do this. Brittany believed in her and everything was going to be okay. For a few minutes she ran through a list of names before coming to the one she knew would be perfect for hacking into the school system. Without delay she started to walk through the halls of McKinley. Hopefully this wouldn't backfire in her face. It wasn't like they had had a very good relationship for the past four years. In fact, they had never had a good relationship or moment ever.
But fuck it. Santana wasn't about to take no for answer. She would get help willingly or by force.
It seemed as if Lord Tubbington's Private Eye would have one more case before the end of the school year. It was without a doubt, their most important case yet.
Oh no! Brittany's not graduating! Hopefully LT: P-EYE can solve the case before it's too late for the girls to dance together at prom and walk away from Lima with their diplomas!
Are you guys excited? I definitely am! :D Reviews, comments, and messages are always appreciated! Thanks and have a lovely week and weekend!