"So are you ever going to tell me how you knew you could escape through Rachel's bathroom window?" Santana asked and slid her aviators up her nose to avoid the harsh rays from the sun blazing down on her. It was almost summer and the sun had already caused the residents of Lima to wear shorts and slap on the sunscreen.
The blonde giggled, "well, we were hanging out one afternoon in her bedroom and she insisted on showing me all of her Barbra merchandise and playbills again and I just couldn't go through with it but I couldn't go downstairs because that's where she was so I had to find another way to escape."
"And people say I'm the rude one" the Latina scoffed. Even though she knew that there was no way Brittany could ever be rude on purpose to somebody, unless they deserved it of course.
Brittany turned to face the brunette and propped herself up on her elbows underneath the sapling tree in the park. "I think you're rubbing off on me" she chuckled.
"Wanky" the Latina smirked and bopped the girl's nose with her index finger.
"I knew you were going to say that" Brittany rolled her eyes while her face started to turn a shade of red that had nothing to do with the sun or the heat.
"Come on San, we're getting out of here" the blonde stood up and wiped a few blades of grass off her denim shorts.
"Ugh Britt, I wants to get my tan on" Santana protested and led back on the grass.
"We're getting ice cream" Brittany said in a sing-song voice.
Santana's eyes popped open from behind her sunglasses, "ooh ice cream."
The taller girl laughed at Santana and held her hand out to help her up. They walked through the overcrowded park and chatted about nothing in particular until they got to the parking lot.
The brunette watched as Brittany sat on her motorbike and gestured for Santana to sit behind her. Santana licked her lips nervously and eyed both the bike and Brittany with wide worried eyes.
Brittany gave a small smile at the anxious Latina. It was rare that Santana was nervous about anything but when she was, the blonde would be lying if she said that she didn't find it cute and wanted to hug her and never let go. It was just so different from her usual fearless behaviour.
"Relax San, you've ridden on it lots of times before" Brittany said softly and flashed a reassuring smile at the tiny brunette while she tied her long hair into a high pony so it wouldn't get in her eyes as she rode the bike.
It was true, they had travelled on Brittany's bike together many times but it didn't stop the Latina from thinking that some day they were going to crash or she'd fall off while driving round the corner. Santana was still anxious.
"I know but what happens if this is the day that I fall off?" Santana asked quietly and cringed at herself for sounding like a wimp.
"You won't" Brittany promised. She swung her leg over her bike and walked over to the brunette with her pinky outstretched.
Santana fluttered her eyes between Brittany's pinky and her catlike gentle eyes. The Latina finally gave in and linked her pinky when the blonde stuck her bottom lip out so it looked like she was slightly pouting.
"You know, you speak a lot of crap for somebody who is afraid to do more than 30 on a motorbike" Brittany giggled as she sat back down on the bike.
Santana rolled her eyes light-heartedly, "whatever Britt. Just don't kill us."
The Latina shuffled herself around a bit until she was comfortable. She scooted up behind the blonde and wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist. She gnawed her bottom lip nervously; she could feel her heartbeat increase which only made her grip Brittany tighter for support.
"Whoa Santana, you need to calm down. I can feel your heart pumping on my back."
"Oh sorry" Santana mumbled sheepishly and quickly loosened her grip on the girls waist when she realised how tightly she was holding her. She was glad Brittany couldn't see the rosy colour that was making its way across her tanned cheeks.
"You're safe with me San, do you trust me?"
"Yes, I trust you Brittany" she admitted in a small voice.
Every time Santana rode on Brittany's motorcycle, the memory of the very first time she had ridden it replayed in her head. She remembered how the vibrations of the bike and Brittany grinding in front of her felt and the noises the blonde made when the Latina sucked her pulse point. Santana shook her head to try to get the memory out of her mind, now was definitely not the right time for that.
The teenagers arrived at an nfamous Lima ice cream parlour twenty minutes later. The bell above the door tinkled as they stepped into Sprinkles & Sauce, the parlour was busier than usual due to sudden heat wave that was rippling through the small town.
Brittany untied her high pony and looked down at the giant freezer that displayed the many flavours of ice cream. "What are you getting San?" Brittany asked without looking up from the freezer.
"San?" But she got no reply.
The blonde looked up from the ice cream and followed Santana's gaze until she saw what or rather who she was looking at. She saw a woman with light brown hair shoved into a messy bun serving ice cream further down the queue but she was blatantly checking Santana out as Brittany saw her brown eyes roam hungrily over the Latina and a seductive smirk form on her face.
Every time the woman bent down to scoop ice cream, she gave everybody a free show of her boobs from behind the flimsy white tank top with the parlours logo in the corner that barely covered anything anyway. Brittany could see a sparkly name badge next to the logo on her tank that read Victoria.
Brittany looked up at the girls face, there was no denying that she was really pretty but there was something about her facial features especially the jaw, cheekbones and nose that reminded the blonde of somebody else but she couldn't put her finger on it.
The blonde nudged the shorter girl in the ribs to get her attention, "Santana!"
Santana quickly tore her eyes away from the woman, "huh? What Britt?"
"I asked what you're getting."
"I don't know yet" the Latina shrugged.
The two girls shuffled further down the queue until they were opposite the woman who seemed to have all of Santana's attention.
"See something you like doll?" Victoria asked Santana in a husky voice, she hadn't even glanced or acknowledged Brittany.
Santana smirked, "maybe."
Brittany looked between the two and cleared her throat, "I have can I get a-.."
Victoria dismissed the blonde and interrupted her while not taking her eyes off Santana. "I'm sure you've seen something you like since we both know you've eyed something up."
Brittany glared at Victoria, this was so unprofessional. Could this woman just do her job and serve them ice cream?
"Like I said maybe" Santana batted her eyelashes and licked her bottom lip which didn't go unnoticed by both of the girls. "So what do you recommend?"
"Well, the cherry one is my favourite but you look like a cinnamon kind of gal" Victoria smirked and twirled the ice cream spoon between her fingers.
The blonde frowned at the woman, cinnamon ice cream sounded disgusting anyway but Santana hated anything cinnamon. She remembered how angry the Latina got in the Lima Bean a few weeks ago when the barista had accidentally added cinnamon to her cappuccino, "just because I have slightly tanned skin doesn't automatically mean I want my food and drink to have some kind of "kick" in it, fucking racists".
Santana scrunched her nose up in disgust, "ew gross, I'll have a double scoop of mint choc chip."
"And I'll have a double scoop of strawberry sherbet" Brittany said pointedly and glared across the counter at Victoria with cold eyes.
Victoria glanced between the younger girls and pursed her lips before she bent down to scoop up their ice cream.
Brittany didn't fail to notice Santana not so subtly looking at the other brunette's breasts that were almost falling out of her bra and tank. She rolled her eyes; they were nothing special, she had seen way nicer boobs than hers.
The blonde turned her head to her friend next to her and immediately recognised the familiar look in Santana's eyes; her eyes had darkened and glinted slightly. Brittany had noticed that her eyes were like this when they were making out or when Brittany peeked a quick glance at Santana who always had her face to the side when they were having sex because no eye contact was one of the Latina's rules, [even though Brittany had caught Santana breaking them a few times].Except Santana's brown eyes weren't as intense as they were when she was with the blonde...
Brittany felt a strange sensation ripple through her body, it was the same feeling she felt when she saw Toby kissing Santana in front of the jocks outside the choir room and at Rachel's party when she saw Santana with her legs wrapped around Toby's waist while she stuck her tongue down his throat. The thought alone made Brittany shudder and feel queasy.
Victoria handed Brittany her tub of ice cream first with a harsh stare that was only copied by Brittany. When the woman handed Santana her tub with a flirtatious smirk, the blonde noticed writing on the side of Santana's ice cream tub. She could see Victoria's name written underneath a phone number and there was a few more words but Brittany couldn't understand her handwriting.
"What was all that about?" Brittany asked once they paid for their ice cream.
Santana made her way to the empty table in the middle of the parlour, "what do you mean?"
"That!" The blonde waved her spare hand in the air for emphasize even though she was behind Santana. "She was totally flirting with you San and you were flirting with her!"
"I'm a naturally flirty person" the Latina smirked when she took a seat at the table and Brittany sat down opposite her.
Brittany raised an eyebrow and gestured to Santana's ice cream tub, "are you going to call her?"
"Maybe, but she's already said to meet her at Stacey's tonight look," Santana turned her tub around and the blonde realised that the words she couldn't make out earlier were actually the name of a bar telling Santana to meet her there at tonight at eight.
"Are you going?" Brittany asked as she brought a spoonful of ice cream to her lips.
"I don't know" she shrugged and let the mint ice cream melt on her tongue. "What are you doing later?"
The blonde paused for a minute, "Artie has made reservations for us at this new sushi restaurant that's opened near his place."
"Oh that's...cool" Santana creased an eyebrow slightly at the blonde. "Actually, you know what Britt, I think I will go."
"Have fun" smiled Brittany and quickly scooped more ice cream into her mouth. Santana's frown deepened, she had become familiar with Brittany's smiles and she could tell when the blonde was faking a smile which was exactly what she was doing now.
"You too" Santana replied with a smile but Brittany thought it looked like a grimace.
The two girls fell into a slightly tense and awkward silence, something that rarely happened to them anymore. Brittany opened her mouth to speak but closed it again and repeated the motion until she gave up and just ate more ice cream.
They sat in silence for a few more moments, they didn't understand why the atmosphere had changed; normally things were so easy and natural between them.
The blonde was the one who broke the silence, "I can't wait for summer."
"We don't have much school left now Britt and once prom and nationals are over we're free from McKinley for the whole summer!" Santana said enthusiastically.
And just like that, the uneasy atmosphere that had clouded over them earlier had disappeared as they fell back into flowing conversation.
"What are your plans for summer?"
"My parents were talking about visiting my tía Adelina and her husband and their kids in Portugal, they moved there at the start of the year" Santana rolled her eyes, she couldn't imagine a worse way to spend her summer.
"And you don't want too?" The blonde asked even though she said it more of a statement than a question.
"No! You've met my parents Britts, you know what they're like and my tía, her pathetic excuse for a husband and their devil offspring are worse" Santana groaned.
"That's understandable. Oh, I never got the chance to apologise to you for telling your parents that I'm bisexual. I totally forgot they're like..opposed to it and I'm really sorry if I made things awkward" apologised Brittany.
"It's fine Britt, it's cool how you're so open and proud about it but yeah it did make things a bit awkward" the brunette replied honestly and gave a small but genuine smile.
"Did they say anything about me after I left?"
Santana hesitated for a moment but when she looked up and was met by a pair of anxious blue eyes she decided to tell Brittany the truth. "Just that you were a bad influence and I should hang out with good and innocent people like Quinn which is kind of ironic" she almost snarled. Seriously, if her parents knew what Santana knew about Quinn then they would certainly not be calling her "innocent".
Brittany nibbled the inside of her cheek and pouted, "oh."
"So I told them that I wasn't a seven year old and they couldn't tell me who I can and can't hang out with" Santana reassured her. It wasn't the exact words she said to her parents but she couldn't stand to see the blonde pout.
Brittany felt something warm grow inside her when those words left Santana's mouth, she knew that the Latina's parents were a bit...strict, old-fashioned and narrow minded so she felt flattered that Santana would defend her like that."You didn't have to do that San; I don't want to get you into trouble."
"It's fine Britt, they'll get over it" the brunette lied and scooped another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
Brittany cocked her head to the side and noticed that Santana was growing uncomfortable. She could tell when the Latina felt uncomfortable because she would suddenly avoid eye contact and chew her bottom lip so she hastily changed the subject.
"Oh my God Santana, you have to try this ice cream!" Brittany scooped up a spoonful of her strawberry sherbet ice cream, leaned across the table and gently parted Santana's lips with the spoon.
"Mmm" Santana moaned appreciatively. She lightly wrapped her hand around Brittany's wrist to remove the spoon from her mouth. Her eyes fluttered up to Brittany's face who she noticed was looking down at her full lips. The Latina had the sudden urge to kiss Brittany right there and then in the ice cream parlour but she couldn't for so many reasons. Sleeping together in private was one thing but wanting to kiss the blonde in a public place when they aren't even together was something else. Santana internally swore at herself for wanting to do that in the first place but she couldn't ignore the fact that these urges were becoming stronger and more frequent.
"I think that it might be my new favourite" Santana murmured appreciatively and licked the rest of the ice cream off her lips.
The sound of Santana's raspy voice reminded Brittany that they were in a public place and the things she was thinking were certainly not suitable to think in public. She quickly shook her head and looked up from the girls pouty lips while she felt her ears turn an embarrassing shade of pink.
"How else are you planning on spending summer other than going on vacation?"
"Hang out with you, hang out with friends. Hopefully go to the beach again, swim, party, shop, just chilling. Of course there's the Glee Club summer tradition" Santana tried to hide the smirk on her face when the last few words left her mouth.
Brittany scrunched up her face in confusion, she had never heard of the "Glee Club summer tradition" before, "what's that?"
"Camping! Everybody from Glee club who wasn't away last summer went camping on top of Winderson Mountain. It was surprisingly fun so we made a pact to do it every summer until we all leave Lima for good" Santana mumbled and a blush crept across her face. As much as she wanted the members of the Glee club to think that she couldn't stand them she actually didn't mind them, well only about 80% of the club but only in small doses.
Brittany broke out into a wide gleaming grin and started to laugh hysterically.
"What?"
"You! Camping! I just can't imagine it!" Brittany giggled.
Santana raised an eyebrow and pretended to look offended, "why?"
"Because you're so put together! Your hair, clothes and face always look gorgeous! I just can't imagine you sleeping in a tent or doing anything that involves insects and dirt."
Santana blushed harder when the blonde complimented her and couldn't hold back a grin, "imagine it Britt because it happens."
"Oh I will" Brittany smirked and muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like "among other things."
"Are you going on vacation this summer Britt?" Santana asked but she instantly regretted it because Brittany's family didn't have much money. They could barely afford to live in one of the rundown parts of Lima let alone afford a summer vacation!
"My mom wants to visit my grandparents and other family back in Cleveland so we'll probably be up there for a week or two."
Santana smiled, she knew that family was a huge part of Brittany's life but that didn't stop the sinking feeling in her stomach when it dawned on her that she wouldn't see Brittany on a daily basis anymore. "I'm going to miss you" Santana's eyes widened as the words tumbled out of her mouth; she didn't mean to say it out loud.
Brittany looked physically taken aback by the Latina's confession and her gentle sapphire eyes gazed into Santana's darker ones. "I'll miss you too San" she admitted softly. "But you're the one who might be going to Europe for weeks!"
"Ugh don't remind me" Santana grumbled.
"It's going to be so weird not being able to see each other though. I mean, we've hung out almost every day since we cleared the air about the "thing" and decided to start again months ago apart from the couple of weeks you avoided me when we first kissed" a flushed Brittany rambled.
The Latina nodded, she knew the "thing" Brittany was talking about was the very first time they had sex when they didn't know each other and neither one of them thought they would see each other again. "I know, I've never hung out with Quinn this much even though we've been tight for years."
Brittany tilted her head to the side, "I could ask my mom if you could come with us to Cleveland? I know it's nothing fancy like Europe but it could be fun, plus my family likes you."
Santana was touched; she had never been offered to go on vacation with another family before and she did really like the Pierce family, well the family members that she'd already met anyway. But she was also puzzled because as much as she liked Brittany and her family she couldn't understand why the blonde would want her to go on a family vacation with her. "Why?"
"Because you're my best friend Santana" Brittany said instantly, her voice was full of sincerity and honesty.
Sure the brunette had referred to Brittany as her best friend before but Brittany had never actually called Santana her best friend and the feeling took Santana's breath away.
"Why are you grinning like that?"
Santana looked up shyly, "you called me your best friend."
"Yeah, is that okay? I mean I know Quinn's your best friend but I thought we were best friends too so-..." Brittany started to ramble and fidget with the hem of her white crop top.
"Of course we're best friends Britt-Britt! Quinn's a different best friend to you" the Latina interrupted the flustered blonde.
"Well you're definitely my best friend Santana" beamed Brittany. "I need to go to the bathroom."
Santana watched as Brittany got up from her chair and walked to the bathroom while Quinn's words from the beginning of the week swirled around in her brain.
It was a crazy suggestion, the Latina didn't have "crushes" well maybe with the exception of Emma Watson and Natalie Dormer but that didn't count because that's just a celebrity crush and everybody has a crush on Emma Watson and Natalie Dormer whether a person is straight, gay, bisexual or any other sexuality.
Brittany really was beautiful; easily the most beautiful girl she'd ever laid eyes on and her personality was perfect to the Latina too. She was caring, kind, patient and ambitious to name a few and Santana felt like she could spend forever listing what she liked about Brittany and why she was a wonderful person, both inside and out.
Brittany gave Santana these feelings and emotions that she had never experienced before, every time they touched it felt like an electric current ran through her body and how she felt fluttering in the pit of her stomach when Brittany did or said something cute which was pretty much all the time. All the lame cliché's Santana could think of she felt with Brittany.
Brittany knew things that Quinn didn't even know about Santana even though she had known her since first grade. Santana told the blonde things that she couldn't even dream of telling anybody else because Brittany was the only person she could be 100% herself around. All the barriers that Santana had put up somehow didn't apply to Brittany like it did to everybody else; the blonde somehow had the ability to slide right under them and Santana couldn't quite understand why.
Quinn's voice started a mantra in her head; "you have a crush on Brittany, you like her more than a friend."
Santana tried to shake the thought of the conversation with Quinn about Brittany out of her head but hid it deep down inside her when it failed. There was no way she liked Brittany as more than a friend. So what if she got irrationally angry when Artie touched/talked/breathed around Brittany? It didn't necessarily mean she had feelings for her but she knew something wasn't right, something didn't make sense.
Santana gnawed her bottom lip as she glanced at her empty ice cream tub when she got an idea.
She held the tub up and stared at the side that had Victoria's name, cell phone number and address to meet her tonight on. Maybe the Latina needed to try dating again; after all she hadn't gone on a real date in what felt like forever. Santana hoped that going on a date with another girl would put how and what she felt about Brittany in a new perspective.
Victoria had written to meet her at eight but Santana was late since her mother questioned where she was going and why she was dressed in such a short dress. The Latina had just told her that Toby, her "boyfriend" was taking her out on a surprise date and the older woman instantly stopped the questions when the boy's name left her daughters mouth.
Santana flashed a confident grin and showed her fake ID at the broad bouncer in the entrance of Stacey's Cocktail Bar. She entered the large dimly lit bar and spotted a light haired brunette sitting at the bar with her back against the entrance tracing the rim of what looked like a martini glass.
Santana sauntered towards Victoria and slid in the stool next to her, "hello Victoria."
Victoria looked up from her empty glass but didn't face the Latina, "you took your time."
"I wasn't sure if I wanted to come" Santana smirked.
"Well" Victoria swivelled on the bar stool to face the other brunette. She bit her bottom lip as she let her brown eyes roam over Santana and appreciated her short black dress that left nothing to the imagination. Victoria leaned towards the Latina and hushed in her ear, "you're definitely going to come later."
Santana gulped as her eyes widened, she knew that she could be direct and outright sometimes but Victoria was..something else. "Hm, we'll see" she breathed, Victoria's face was only a couple of inches away from hers.
Victoria looked at the brunette until she leaned backwards and cleared her throat, "can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure" Santana nodded, "I'll have a black russian."
"Can I have two black russians please" the other girl said when she flagged down a bartender.
The blonde bartender made their drinks quickly and scanned Victoria's credit card at the cashier. Victoria made a gesture for Santana to follow her to a table and the Latina did so, shamelessly checking the brunette out as she walked behind her. Victoria was hot, there was no denying it. She was taller than Santana but not as tall as Brittany and she wore a tight pink dress that reached the middle of her thighs.
Santana sat opposite Victoria when they reached a small wooden table with plump red chairs and took a sip of her drink while she looked directly at the brunette.
She studied Victoria's face; there was something about her that seemed familiar. She felt like she had seen Victoria or at least her face before. The structure of her face, her nose, jaw and cheekbones reminded the Latina of somebody and it annoyed her that she couldn't think of who.
"Do I know you?"
"Uh yeah?" Victoria raised an eyebrow in amusement and put her drink down. "Do you have amnesia or something Santana?"
"No smartass. I mean, have I seen you somewhere before?" Santana rolled her eyes.
The taller brunette shook her head, "probably not but I used to live in Lima but then my parents caught me fucking my ex girlfriend on the kitchen table and kicked me out when I was sixteen so I went to live with my grandmother in Pennsylvania, it's such a cliché but true."
Santana's eyes bulged, this was something that she definitely didn't expect to hear but the fact that she said it so casually also felt strange to the Latina, it was as if she was used to explaining it. "So how old are you now?"
"Twenty three, you?"
Santana had an internal dilemma of whether or not to lie about her age; she had used her fake ID to get in to a bar and to drink alcohol. Victoria could easily rat her out and leave when she found out how old she really was but decided to go with the truth, "seventeen."
Victoria spluttered and almost spat her cocktail out in shock, the brunette sitting opposite her certainly didn't look like a seventeen year old. "Damn, I wish I was as hot as you when I was seventeen" she licked her lips and allowed herself to look over the Latina.
"I'm pretty sure you were" Santana flirted back but she wanted to know the rest of Victoria's story. She'd read online that some parents were so shocked and disgusted when their child come out that they kicked them out but she didn't want to believe it actually happened. The Latina had a reputation for being heartless but how a parent could kick their child out of their house because of their sexuality was just beyond her. "Did your parents get over it?" she wondered curiously.
"No they're pretty much dead to me now just as I am to them" Victoria said in that cool tone again.
"So what are you doing back in Lima?"
"My grandmother wanted to move back home to be closer to the family and I couldn't afford to stay in Pennsylvania on my own so I had to move back to Lima with her about six weeks ago" the taller brunette explained after she sipped her drink. "So what's your story?"
"Story?" Santana asked in confusion.
"Coming out story."
"Oh my parents don't know" the Latina rushed in one breath and hastily finished her drink.
Victoria's lips formed a teasing smirk, "aw a baby dyke."
"Shut up" Santana growled.
Victoria leaned forward and looked Santana in the eyes and ran her tongue across her lip, "make me."
Santana mimicked her movements until their faces were just centimetres away from each other's again. "Fuck you" she hissed.
Victoria leaned back in her chair and drained the remaining liquid from her glass, "later."
The Latina stood up from the chair and smirked seductively down at Victoria, "I'll get us some more drinks."
A round of shots, another black Russian, two martinis and three long islands later, Santana was very drunk.
She cursed herself for being such a lightweight, she knew she didn't have a very high alcohol tolerance level but she still drank a lot anyway. She felt mortified that even Rachel Berry could handle her alcohol better than her.
"Oh my God! I love this song!" Santana gasped as Partition by Beyoncé pulsated throughout the bar.
Victoria grinned sloppily at the drunken Latina, grabbed her wrist and led her to the dance floor that was occupied with many other people, some drunker than others.
Victoria began to roll her body and shake her hips and Santana copied the movement until hot tears rolled down her face
"Y-You don't dance like her! You're...you're not a good dancer and she's so so so much prettier than you! I want her to b-be here! I wish she was here" the Latina wailed drunkenly between sobs.
"What?" Victoria shouted obliviously over the loud music. She stopped grinding onto the Latina and was alarmed when she saw her eye makeup running from crying, "what's wrong?"
"Just fuckin' kiss me!" Santana shrieked before she threw her arms around Victoria's neck and forced her tongue into her mouth.
Victoria instantly reciprocated the kiss and ran her hands over the Latina's thighs and grazed the hem of the Santana's tiny black dress.
Santana moved herself even closer into the other brunette and started to caress her butt over the tight material.
Victoria broke the kiss and grabbed Santana's wrist and led her into the bathroom of the bar. Luckily the bathroom was empty and the taller girl pulled themselves into the first empty stall she saw.
Santana felt her back hit hard into a wall but she didn't care, alcohol had taken over her body and had invaded her senses. She moaned into the clumsy and rushed kiss with Victoria and fumbled underneath the brunette's dress with her boobs over her bra.
The Latina couldn't help but think of the last time she hooked up with somebody that wasn't her regular blonde, the memory still made her cringe because she had screamed Brittany's name. Brittany. She hoped and prayed that it wouldn't happen again, she didn't even know or even why it happened in the first place.
Santana was brought out of her drunken haze when she felt hot, sticky breath uncomfortably close to her centre. She had got so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even realised that Victoria had bunched her dress up to her waist and was now kneeling on the bathroom floor and eyeing her underwear covered centre hungrily.
"W-What are you doing?" Santana jumped when she looked down at the lust filled brunette.
"About to go down on you" Victoria hushed and licked her lips in anticipation and moved closer.
"No! No don't. No mouth" the Latina panicked. Going down on somebody was far too personal for her, it was too intimate. She and Brittany didn't even do that with each other despite the amount of times they've hooked up, although Santana would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it. However, there was no way she was letting Victoria.
Victoria stood to her full height but before Santana had the chance to say anything else, she slipped her fingers into Santana's underwear. "Is this better?" Victoria smirked cockily.
Victoria took the moans and whimpers that were leaving the Latina's mouth as a yes.
Santana padded down the stairs of the Pierce house a few days later. The Latina had spent the night at Brittany's place and her cheeks were still flushed after she accidentally walked in on Brittany in the shower a few minutes ago.
She hoped her cheeks would return to their normal colour before chatting to Mrs Pierce. The brunette always got a weird vibe from the older blonde when she saw her and Brittany were together. Mrs Pierce always smiled and looked at the two of them like she knew something they didn't.
"Good morning Santana" Brittany's mother smiled warmly in the kitchen.
Santana grinned back, "morning Sarah."
"Is Brittany not with you?" Sarah looked over the Latina's shoulder.
"No she's in the shower" the Latina said quickly and blushed when the memory of the wet naked blonde invaded her mind once more.
The sudden change in Santana's cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Mrs Pierce but she decided not to say anything. "Do you want some eggs Santana? There's plenty to share. Or maybe some coffee?"
"Just coffee please, I haven't got time to eat" Santana began and sat at the dining table. "Quinn and Rachel are coming any minute."
"Oooh have you got any plans for today?" Sarah asked as she began fiddling with the coffee machine.
"Yeah. Britt, Rachel, Quinn and I are going prom dress shopping."
Mrs Pierce gasped excitedly, "I remember my junior prom, it was the night I told George I was pregnant."
Santana frowned; she had never heard of this George person before but then again Brittany had never said anything about her father, presuming that George was her dad and that it was her that Mrs Pierce was pregnant with.
She looked at the older blonde who stood by the coffee machine and studied her face; Santana knew that she was significantly younger than her own mother who was pushing fifty. She looked past the woman's heavy dark circles underneath her eyes and fine lines in her forehead that were probably caused by having a child at seventeen, coping with the loss of a spouse and trying to raise four children and underneath Santana could see a young woman. However Santana would have never have guessed that she had Brittany when she was still in high school.
Like her daughter, Mrs Pierce was very good with people and could understand their emotions and facial expressions easily and the look that Santana had on her face right now was a mixture of confusion, curiosity and sorrow. "George was and still is my husband Santana. He is Brittany's and my other children's father" she cleared up and served Santana her coffee.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know" Santana said quietly in a small voice before she sipped her coffee.
It was silent for a few moments in the kitchen until Mrs Pierce looked up from the pan of eggs. "She hasn't told you about him, has she?"
The Latina shook her head.
Sarah sighed, "I'm sure she will in her own time."
"What do y-.."
Santana was interrupted when Brittany bounced into the kitchen wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a yellow t-shirt with a huge smile plastered on her face. "San, you left your phone upstairs again" the blonde laughed and placed Santana's phone delicately in front of her before opening the refrigerator.
"Thanks Britt-Britt" smiled Santana.
"Santana and I were just talking about prom sweetheart" Sarah said.
"I'm so excited mom" Brittany gushed as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.
Santana smiled between the two blondes; if she was being honest she was jealous of their relationship. Brittany always seemed so open and honest around her mother and her mom was so caring and nurturing with her, she wished that she had that sort of relationship with her own mother.
"Who are you going with Santana? I already know that Brittany is going with Artie."
"Toby, we're in the running to win Prom King and Queen too actually" Santana smirked. Her and Toby had started their Prom King and Queen campaign almost a week after they had been "dating". They had hung banners and posters of themselves around McKinley and Santana's mexican third eye told her that they were in the lead.
Brittany's mom raised an eyebrow and stared at the brunette, "do you think you'll win?"
"Totally, he's like the most popular guy in school and now I'm popular once again too so it's inevitable really" she trailed off when she felt like she could practically hear Brittany's eye roll.
"I just want to dance" Brittany shrugged.
Mrs Pierce opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a car beeping loudly outside that echoed throughout the small house.
"That'll be Rachel and Quinn, bye mom!" Brittany wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and reached up to give her mother a kiss goodbye on her cheek.
"Bye Sarah" Santana waved.
Sarah watched as the girls left and rolled her eyes, who did they think they were fooling? Whenever she saw the two of them together it instantly reminded her of herself and her late husband. Mrs Pierce didn't approve of violence but sometimes she just wanted to bash their heads together until they saw what was right in front of them.
Time is precious; she learnt that the hard way.
"Come on Rachel" whined Quinn. The four girls had shopped for the perfect prom dress for four hours and Santana, Brittany and Quinn had succeeded in finding theirs but it was a different story for the shortest of the group.
"No I need to find the perfect dress" Rachel huffed as she flicked through a clothes rack that all different types of dresses were hanging.
Santana rolled her eyes in annoyance, "it doesn't matter, either way you'll look like a man in drag."
"Santana" Quinn warned.
"What? I'm just keeping it real" the Latina defended herself with a shrug.
"But even if you do look horrible Rachel, it's not that big of a deal. You still have senior prom next year" Brittany reassured and smiled confidently at the fussing diva.
"That's not the point Brittany" Rachel snapped. "A prom dress is the third most important dress in my life after the gown I'll wear to my first Tony Awards and my wedding dress of course!"
The taller brunette smirked, "keep dreaming hobbit."
Brittany looked between the two brunettes and started to giggle, "I've known you girls for months now yet it still blows my mind that you're friends."
"I am so not friends with that dwarf" Santana crossed her arms.
"Just admit it Santana, you enjoy being my friend now" Rachel teased and Santana was about to answer with a witty reply and possibly a threat when Quinn cut her off.
"You can keep saying that Santana but we all know it's a lie" Quinn snickered as she helped Rachel look through the clothes rack.
"Fuck you Fabray, why do you keep sticking up for her!? You hated her!"
Quinn tilted her head to the side and thought for a moment. "I wouldn't say I hated Rachel but I honestly do not know how I used to cope with just the two of them Brittany."
"How did you even become friends? You're both so different" Brittany asked curiously.
"Blame Glee Club."
"Before they joined Glee they bullied me for years. I actually have a vivid memory of us being in Elementary School and they filled my backpack with sand and it only got worse when we reached High School and they become Cheerios" Rachel dramatically put a hand on her chest and took a deep breath before continuing. "They wrote the worst comments on my MySpace videos, they used to slushy me, they would-..."
Santana interrupted quickly, "okay Barbra, save it for your acceptance speech." The Latina wasn't necessarily proud of how she treated Rachel in the past but she would never tell the tiny girl that.
"You were so mean to her" Brittany shook her head in disapproval at Santana but an amused smile lit up her face.
"I'm a bitch what can I say?" Santana smirked.
"Rachel I think this may be the one!" Quinn grinned and held up a strapless floor length purple dress with tiny gold detailing across the chest and hip area. "The colour compliments your skin tone beautifully and it's the perfect size."
Rachel squealed excitedly as she took the dress off Quinn and skipped into the changing room.
Santana rolled her eyes and slumped against the wall, "ugh wake me up when this is over."
An hour and half later and the four girls were chatting with each other as they sat in one of the restaurants in the Lima Mall while they waited for their meals to arrive.
"I need to go to the bathroom" Santana announced.
She stood up from the table and began making her way to the bathroom. The Latina turned the corner and instantly collided with something or rather, someone.
"Shit!" Santana growled as she rubbed her forehead, it had crashed into the other person's hard shoulder. "What the fuck are you-.." she trailed off when she opened her eyes and recognized the person glaring down at her.
"Victoria! Are you like, stalking me or something?" The Latina smirked smugly.
"Don't flatter yourself Santana" Victoria snarled.
Santana raised an eyebrow at the girl's tone and hard faced expression; this was not the girl she remembered at the bar. "Who crapped in your eggs this morning?"
"You didn't call me back" complained Victoria.
"Yeah, I know"
"Why?" Victoria demanded.
"It's not me it's you. It's better this way. I have to work on myself so I'm a better one before I become a two" the Latina said in a slow monotone voice as she began to rattle off all the breakup cliché's that she knew. "Plus you were kind of a bore" she deadpanned; she had no intention to call Victoria back and had hoped to never see her again.
The older brunette's mouth gaped as she put her hands on her hips. "I am not boring! You were the one too drunk to have a decent conversation!"
Santana groaned in frustration, so what if she was drunk? Victoria was drunk too besides they both got what they wanted that evening and the other girl knew it."Look, we both got what we wanted which was a fuck so let's leave it at that Victoria. Now if you can move your man shoulders so I could use the bathroom that would be great" the Latina smirked and pushed past the speechless and red faced brunette.
Santana smoothed out her skirt when she come out of the bathroom and made her way back to the table. As she got closer to their table she saw Brittany staring at her with a look that she didn't understand but it made sense when Santana's eyes widened when she saw the familiar brunette talking to the three girls.
"Santana look who's back!" Quinn waved for the Latina to hurry.
Santana chewed her lip, she was confused. She couldn't remember her friend ever mentioning somebody called Victoria yet Quinn obviously seemed to know this girl.
"Santana" Victoria greeted coldly as her harsh glare followed Santana as the Latina sat in her seat next to Brittany.
"You remember my cousin Vicky right? She's just moved back to Lima. You have got to remember her Santana, she came to a couple of my birthday parties when we were kids" Quinn explained.
Santana's eyes almost fell out of their sockets as she processed this information. She had gone on a date with Quinn's cousin; she had hooked up with Quinn's cousin. She mentally kicked herself for not seeing the resemblance between Quinn and Victoria before because when she looked between them it was obvious that they were related; they looked incredibly similar except for their hair and eye colour. Santana knew that Victoria reminded her of somebody but she would have never thought it would be Quinn.
"Oh she remembers me" Victoria narrowed her eyes and smirked maliciously. "In fact, we become reacquainted a few days ago."
Brittany felt a knot tighten in her stomach, she saw what was going to happen and she couldn't let Victoria do it. Sure, she and Quinn knew that Santana was a lesbian but Rachel didn't know and she wasn't going to allow practically a stranger out her best friend. "Yeah she served Santana last Friday in Sprinkles & Sauce, I was with her" Brittany said and looked at Rachel and Quinn who looked slightly confused opposite them.
"Oh there's a bit more than that right Santana?" She said smugly with her threatening eyes transfixed on the Latina.
The tallest blonde felt the Latina tense up besides her and quickly changed the subject. "So Vicky, Quinn said you just moved back to Lima? Why?" Brittany didn't care at all why Victoria moved back to Lima, she wasn't interested but she had to do something that would take her uncomfortable scowl off Santana.
It worked, Victoria shifted her focus to Brittany and looked at her in disgust, "that's nothing to do with you Barbie."
"Hey!" Santana snapped. "It was only a question, don't speak to her like that" she said lowly with a menacing look on her face.
"That's a little hypocritical coming from you."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Santana snarled. She clenched her fists underneath the table as she got angrier and angrier. She just waited this girl to leave.
"You know exactly what it's supposed to mean!" Victoria almost screamed.
"Now if we can all just calm down" Rachel proposed but she was ignored.
"What the heck is your problem Vicky?!" Quinn demanded.
Victoria pointed to the Latina, "why don't you ask her?"
"I don't know what she's talking about!" Santana groaned. "She's fucking insane Quinn!"
Brittany saw a vein throb in Santana's forehead and felt her physically shake next to her. She knew that it wasn't going to take much more to push Santana into Snixx mode and go "all Lima Heights" on Victoria. Brittany wasn't alone in noticing this, the blonde sitting opposite the Latina saw it too and knew all too well what would happen if her cousin didn't leave soon.
"Look Vicky why don't you just go home? I'll call you later" she told her cousin sternly.
"Don't bother Quinn. I managed without you and your family for six years and I don't need you guys now" Victoria spat. She flipped her hair to the side and turned on her heel before leaving the girls' table.
The four of them sat in a stunned silence until Victoria was completely out of sight.
Rachel let out a breath and looked at everybody with wide eyes, "and people say I'm over dramatic."
"She was mean" Brittany said bluntly. If this was under other circumstances then Brittany would have found that Quinn's cousin flirting with Santana, going on a date and possibly doing stuff that Brittany didn't want to think about rather amusing if Victoria wasn't one of the most unpleasant people she had met.
"She's had a rough couple of years" Quinn defended.
Brittany knitted her eyebrows together and gritted her teeth, "doesn't give her the right to be a bitch though."
The table went silent and the three girl's eyes widened at the tallest girl. Brittany rarely swore and when she did it was only because she was angry, it was a trait that she shared with Rachel.
Quinn had never heard Brittany swear before and she didn't like it so she decided to ignore the outburst. She narrowed her eyes at the tanned girl opposite her, "what was she talking about Santana?"
"I honestly have no idea Q" she lied smoothly. She didn't wince once under Quinn's scrutinising stare.
"No offence Quinn, but she probably needs anger management and slash or a psychologist" Rachel hushed. "She looked like she wanted to kill Santana and Brittany."
"She had the same look on her face that Lord Tubbington does when somebody steals his cigars and that never ends well" shrugged Brittany.
Quinn opened her mouth to protest but was interrupted by their waiter arriving with their food. They thanked the waiter and the incident with Victoria had been completely forgotten from their minds as they fell into a pleasant and effortless conversation.
"But my point is Santana" Rachel said through a mouthful of vegetarian bean burger. "You can't be sure that you and Toby are going to win Prom King and Queen."
Santana smirked smugly and put down her glass of water, "we're both hot and popular Rachel, it's practically definite."
"Just because you're popular doesn't automatically mean you're going to win" the diva flounced.
The Latina rolled her eyes, "that sounds like something somebody who has never been popular would say."
"Finn's up for Prom King" Rachel grinned proudly.
"Of course he is" Santana groaned, "he's the quarterback!"
"I still can't believe I dated him" Quinn muttered after she swallowed a forkful of salmon.
Soda almost came out of Brittany's nose when she heard the words escape from the other blonde's mouth. "You dated Finn?" Brittany spluttered in disbelief as she gaped at Quinn.
"Yeah" Quinn nodded. "Most of freshman year and some of sophomore year."
"How did I not know this?" She looked at Santana and Rachel who were giggling at the blonde. "Why? Quinn, he believed a grilled cheese sandwich had powers!" Brittany looked bewildered; she couldn't understand why somebody like Quinn would date somebody like Finn, no offence to Rachel of course. But Quinn and Finn have nothing in common; then again neither do Rachel and Finn.
"He was on the football team and I was head cheerleader, it was just something that was bound to happen" Quinn explained with a blush appearing on her cream cheeks. Her relationship with Finn had been a disaster from the moment it had started and she had regretted every minute of it.
"The only reason you were head cheerleader was because on the day Coach made us tryout I had a sore wrist and couldn't do any tricks" Santana mumbled bitterly before she shoved a forkful of chicken into her mouth.
Quinn blinked at the Latina and a smirk grew on her face. "Wow, I wonder how that happened Santana" she teased.
Santana felt her face burn, it was times like this she regretted coming out to Quinn even though she knew that if it was other way round she would do the same. It was a slightly odd yet unbreakable friendship they shared. The Latina glanced at Rachel who sat next to Quinn and opposite Brittany but luckily she looked too engrossed in her vegan muck to realise the undertone of Quinn's statement.
The taller brunette let out of breath and glared fiercely at Quinn, "listen bitch, we both know I would have beaten you if I was able to perform at my full potential!"
"Whatever makes you sleep at night" Quinn chuckled and reached for her glass of juice.
"Actually Quinn has certain leader characteristics that you just lack Santana so even if you were able to perform at your full potential Quinn still would have beat you" Rachel said simply and Quinn tried to fight a grin.
Santana's jaw dropped, there were not many times Santana Lopez was speechless but this was one of them.
Rachel felt proud of herself for leaving the Latina speechless but decided to change the subject quickly in case Santana decided to unleash her inner Snixx again. "So is Artie looking forward to prom Brittany? Finn's rather excited."
"Yeah! He's fitted these special lights onto his wheels so when he moves they light up and he also has a light up bow tie, it's so cute!" Brittany grinned at the girl opposite her.
Quinn groaned, "what did we deserve to have another Blaine Anderson?"
"I thought it was a sweet idea" the taller blonde bubbled. "He said it would be like our own mini dance party."
"Lame, so lame" Santana said flatly. She had never heard of such an embarrassing idea and she was in Glee Club which meant that she had to listen to Mr Schue's dumb and cringe worthy ideas.
Brittany rolled her eyes in annoyance she knew there was no point talking about Artie with Santana present. It was obvious Santana didn't like him; it was almost like she was jealous of him but why she could be jealous of him Brittany didn't know.
"Who are you going to prom with Quinn? You're not dating anybody are you?" Rachel asked the girl sitting next to her.
Santana snorted, "are you thinking of asking her to be your date Gayberry?"
"Don't be ridiculous! We all know I'm going with Finn."
"Really? You didn't mention that" Brittany deadpanned and Santana smirked at the blonde's sarcasm.
"Well, Nathan Harrington asked me to prom" Quinn confessed shyly.
Brittany smiled, "he's in my English class, he's sweet."
"He's kind of cute and plus he's popular and on the football team" the other blonde told the group.
Brittany's smile started to fade and her eyebrows creased together into a frown, "why do you care about popularity so much?" It was a question that had been on the blonde's mind for a while now; she didn't understand why it was so important to Quinn and Santana, especially Santana.
Quinn put down her fork and sighed, "Lima is a tiny town Brittany, word gets around easily and everybody knows each other. My family is one of the most well-known families in the state so we have a particular way to present ourselves and an image to uphold which means I'm part of their act. I have to be their perfect daughter."
Brittany heard the sadness hidden in Quinn's soothing voice and felt Santana tense besides her. She couldn't help but think of Santana throughout Quinn's monologue; she hated how Santana pretended to be somebody she wasn't and felt like she had to be the perfect daughter for the Lopez perfect picture family.
Brittany couldn't understand why Santana pretended to be perfect, the Santana that she knew, the Santana that she saw when it was just the two of them, the real Santana was already perfect.
"And when you're popular you can pretty much do whatever you want and nobody cares" Santana joked but the hint of anger didn't escape Brittany.
"Well I for one cannot wait to graduate next year and leave this minuscule town and chase my dream in New York" Rachel announced with a huge confident smile.
"Tell me about."
"My parents have already started looking at college brochures" Quinn whined and wiped her forehead with her hand.
Brittany frowned, "but that's insane!"
Quinn shrugged, "that's the Fabrays for you."
"I don't even want to think of what will happen if I have to stay in Lima" Santana shuddered. Not being able to leave Lima was one of her biggest fears.
"That won't happen" Brittany said, her voice was laced with certainty. "We'll all get out of Lima. No, we'll get out of Ohio."
Santana felt something squeeze her knee gently; she immediately smiled when she looked down and saw Brittany's pale hand covering her bare knee. The Latina subtly dropped her hand underneath the table and entwined Brittany's pinky with hers.
"We'll pursue our passions, dreams and what we love whether it is dance, music, acting, writing, stripping we'll do it and we'll be damn successful at it too."
It may have been the amount of certainty and determination in Brittany's voice or it may have been the fierce look in those blue eyes or simply because she was Brittany and Santana felt like anything was possible when she was with her but she believed every word Brittany said.