Knocked Up Chapter 20, a glee fanfic

Sorry for the lack of Rachel in the last chapter. I hanged it up a bit and added a little Brittany.

Insiders note: Rachel will not be in this chapter either. Please don't hate me. But I promise this chapter will totally make up for that. Read and enjoy. :)

Chapter 20

Puck's victory party was as hype as any of his many other parties. Everyone was still pumped from McKinley's win, so celebration shot were very much in order.

Quinn felt like she was a celebrity on the red carpet when she stepped into the party. Everybody went crazy and cheered as loud as they could. Quinn received multiple pats on the back and 'good jobs' from everyone who saw her. Quinn was even sure one girl throw a pair of her panties at her.

"Yo Q, what's up?" Puck said before dragging her away from the crowd and into the kitchen where Santana was.

"Hey S." Quinn greeted Santana.

"Sup Fabray. What the hell took you so long?" Santana asked.

"You mean besides the mob of over excited and over drunk people by the door and crazy girls-" Quinn was interrupted by a screaming girl who ran up to Quinn.

"AHH OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOU!" the girl said before kissing Quinn on the lips then running away screaming again.

Quinn, Puck and Santana stood there confused.

"What the hell was that?" Santana asked

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure that was the girl who throw her panties at me." Quinn said.

"What? Dude she so didn't." Puck said. Quinn smirks and pulls the undies out of her pocket.

"No way. Yo Q you are a mack, man." Puck said

"Don't I know it." Quinn smirks.

"Alright enough of all this, you gonna tell us what the hell took you so long." Santana asked annoyed.

"I had to change my clothes. Is that okay with you, S?" Quinn said.

Santana took a look at Quinn's outfit. Quinn was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a red and black plaid button up shirt over a white shirt, her letterman's jacket, and pair of red and black double flip high top converse.

"Yeah, whatever." Santana said nonchalant. Quinn shook her head and laughed softly at her friend.

"Alright, alright enough of all this girly talk." Puck said handing Quinn a drink. "How about Q tells us about her victorious win today."

"Dude you where there. You know what happened." Santana said

"Yeah, but the one who makes the winning shot always tells the story. It's a tradition." Puck explains.

"It's stupid." Santana said.

"Whatever."

Quinn took a sip from her cup as she watched her friends bicker. In her hind sight, Quinn saw a brush a blonde hair over Santana's shoulders.

"Hey S" Quinn called Santana and pointed over her shoulders.

Santana turned where Quinn was pointing and saw Brittany standing at the door. And she looked beautiful. She was wearing a short, but not to short cause it was pretty cold outside at this time of year, denim skirt, a tight white long sleeve button up shirt with a few buttons at the top undone to show off a little cleavage, a denim vest, a blue tie loose around her neck, long blue and white knee high socks, and blue converse. She had her hair straight down with the ends slightly curled, and her blue eyes sparkled in the slightly lit room. Santana thought she looked like a perfect angel. A perfect picture that God himself painted.

Santana was so entranced by Brittany's beauty, (I mean can you blame her.), she didn't notice Quinn waving Brittany over to them.

Quinn nudge Santana in the ribs, knocking Santana out of her trance. Santana looked up as Brittany got closer to them. Brittany had a bright smile on her face that lit up the whole room. Well at least that's how Santana felt.

When Brittany came in front of her, Santana said nothing. She just had her usual goofy smile on her face.

Quinn and Puck waited a good while for Santana to say something, but when they saw that she was to awe struck by Brittany, they decide to break the silence.

"Hey Brit." Quinn said

"Sup, Brit." Puck said

"Hey Puck. Hey Quinn." Brittany said excited as every before turning her attention to Santana. "Hey San."

Quinn nudged Santana again to get her to answer. Santana snapped out of trance again and acknowledged Brittany.

"Y-you're…really…pretty…" Santana stutters out, then mentally smacks herself upside the head for sounding like a love sick dork with braces. Behind her, Quinn and Puck tried not to laugh at her in front of Brittany. They'd just tease her about it later.

Brittany's smile just grew a little more.

"I-I mean Hi. That's-that's what I meant." Santana said "N-not that you don't look pretty, cause you do. You always do. But I also meant hi. So um hi."

"Thank you." Brittany smiled "You look nice too." Brittany said looking at Santana's outfit. She had on a pair of blue skinny jeans, a black long sleeve superman graphic tee with it's sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black and varsity blue Air Jordan 5 V Fusion AJF.

"Th-thanks." Santana said "Hi"

Brittany chuckled at Santana's dorkiness "Hi'

"Hi"

"Wow" Puck and Quinn said watching the altercation.

"Sooo…This is some victory party, right?" Puck said "You having fun Britt?"

"Yeah well I just got here, but so far, it's been…interesting." Brittany said looking at Santana. "Oh and congrates Quinn on that winning shot. That was so cool."

"Thanks Britt. It was a pretty awesome shot, wasn't it?" Quinn smiled thinking about it.

"Pretty awesome?" Santana snapped out her goofy phase. "Q, you scored a half court shot with less then ten seconds left on the board. Do you know how many guys have made that shot in McKinley High history? None. That's was more than pretty awesome. That was fuckin' epic. You'll be in the history books for years to come."

"Wow she talks." Quinn jokes

"Shut up."

Everybody laughs.

"So Brit, enough about me and my awesome shot…" Quinn started

"Conceited much." Santana jokes.

"She speaks again." Quinn jokes again. Santana punches Quinn in the arm, making her laugh. "Anyway, Britt how have you been? How's life?"

"Um it's cool. Begin on Cheerios is awesome. And glee is cool too. It's cool that Rachel and I can do something that we both like together, and we can just be ourselves." Brittany answered.

"How-ah- how is Rachel, anyway?" Quinn asked nervously.

"She's okay. She's been really sick and tired lately but she's okay."

"That's- that's cool. Did she come tonight?" Quinn asked.

"She wanted to go to the game, you know to support Finn and all…" All four eyed rolled their eyes. "…but she said she felt to sick and tired to come, and would just try to show up to the next game. As for the party, she said she stay away from parties for awhile, after what happened last time." Brittany smirks and looks at Quinn who ducked her head in embarrassment. "So she stayed home. I offered to stay with her, but she told me I should come and have fun. Anyway her dads should be home later."

"Wait Finn didn't stay home with her?" Puck asked not really surprised with the answer he got.

"Nope. I think I saw him in the corned with some girl when I came in. They looked like they were talking with their faces really close."

"So she's home alone?" Quinn jumped in.

"For right now yea. Why?"

"No reason." A Pause. "Um guys, I'm gonna head out for a while. I gotta make a…phone call." Quinn said.

"A what?" Puck asked

"A phone call."

"Really?" Santana asked.

"Yea."

"Why?" Puck said.

"Guys chill, I'm just going to make a phone call. Not that big a deal." Quinn says before walking away.

"Hey, Quinn." Brittany called out and ran up to Quinn.

"What's up?" Quinn said

"Tell Rachel I said hi." Brittany smiles.

"Huh?" Quinn looked shocked. 'How the hell did she know I was about to call Rachel?'

Brittany didn't say anything. She just smiled and walked away.

Quinn watched her walk away in confusion. 'That girl really is something else.' Quinn smiles and shakes her head before going off to make her phone call.

Back to the kitchen area.

"So Brit, where's Artie? Did he come?" Puck asked when Brittany joined them again.

Brittany's smile fell. "No, I haven't talked to him since before the game. I think he's still mad at me." Brittany sadly.

Santana punched Puck in the arm for making Brittany sad.

"OW! What was that for?" Puck asked rubbing arm. Instead of answering him, she pointed to the sad looking Brittany. "Oh, sorry Britt." Puck apologizes.

"It's okay."

"He's an idiot." Santana said.

"Yeah, you don't need him anyway. He's a dick. You could do better." Puck said.

"Thanks…I think." Brittany said.

"Totally."

"Yo, where'd Fabray go? I thought she was gonna tell the story of her awesome win. It's tradition." Karofsky said as her walked in the kitchen.

"Still stupid." Santana mutters.

"She went to make a call." Brittany smiles.

"Really? Cause I thought I saw her leave." Karofsky said.

"What? She left?" Puck asked

"Yea. So whose gonna tell the story?" Karofsky asks.

Puck thought about it and came up with a solution.

"Fear not, as first chair best friend of the future McKinley High MVP, it is my duty to tell the tale of our great win." Puck said.

"Puck, you do know it's just the first game." Santana said.

"Gotta claim it while it's still there." Puck shrugs. "You comin', S. We can show them how the Super Force Three work. Even if Q isn't here."

"Super Force Three? Really Puck, haven't we talked about this?" Santana said

"What? It's cool."

"It's geeky." Santana said

"Whatever. You coming or not?" Puck asked

"Um actually I'm gonna stay here with Brittany. She still seems kind of down. I'mma try to cheer her up a little." Santana told him.

"Okay cool. But you do know that cheering her up actually requires you to talk to her…with words." Puck teases.

"Shut up. I got this. Now go out there out there and when you tell can please make sure you don't make Q's head bigger than it already is." Santana teases.

"Yea, sure." Puck smiles and before he leaves he turns back to Santana. "Yo, take care of her S." Puck said. Santana nods and Puck leaves the kitchen.

When Puck left, there was a silence between Santana and Brittany.

"So…are you okay?" Santana asked breaking the silence.

"Huh?" Brittany asked

"I asked if you were okay." Santana repeated.

"Oh. Um I don't know I guess." Brittany said, but Santana couldn't really hear her over the music, which seemed to be louder than before.

"Come on, let's outside. It's too loud in here." Santana said grabbing her jean jacket with one hand and Brittany's hand with her other hand. Santana tried to ignore the spark that she felt when her skin touched Brittany's and guided her to the back door and outside.

Once they were outside, there was a slight breeze. Brittany hugged her arms around herself to keep from getting to cold. She cursed herself for forgetting her jacket. She was to focus on what she should wear to impress Santana that she forget her jacket. She started to wonder how she even made it here without her jacket.

"Here" Santana said wrapping the jacket around Brittany's shoulders when she saw her wrap her arms around herself.

"What about you?" Brittany asked, surprised by the sweet gesture.

"I'm cool." Santana said, rolling down her sleeves to assure Brittany that she was okay.

"But won't you get cold?"

"Nope." Santana shrugs. "Begin friends with Puck and Quinn has it's odd perks." Santana said, but Brittany looked confused, so Santana elaborated. "Puck and Quinn like the cold. A lot. All year long, they'll have the AC cranked on high. So cold, it's like the freakin' North Pole." Brittany's face lightens up at the mention of the North Pole. "And sometimes during the winter, they'd get to lazy to grab a coat before walking outside in the snow or rain. And sadly, I hang out with them a lot, so I guess their weird love for the cold has rubbed off on me. So I don't get cold so easily." Santana explained.

"Oh, that's cool."

"I brought it out here for you anyway. I thought you could use it better than me." Santana said shyly.

"Oh, thank you." Brittany said

"You're welcome."

They took a seat on the lawn chairs on the back porch.

"So…you okay?" Santana asked.

Brittany looked at Santana confused by the sudden question then she remember their previous conversation and became sad all over again.

"Yes…no…I don't know." Brittany sighs. "It's just we've never fought and gone this long without talking to each other. And I don't even know what I did to make him so mad at me." Brittany said sadly.

"He's an ass." Santana said bluntly. Brittany looked shocked at how straight forward Santana was. "I mean who could go without talking to you, let alone staying mad at you all day. That's not even possible. You just to nice and sweet. I only wish I could talk to you all day." A pause. "You know without sounding like a complete dork stuttering over my words and tripping over my feet."

A small smile came across Brittany's face. "I think it's cute."

Santana looked at Brittany. "Really?"

Brittany nodded her head. "Yep."

"So you like it when I babble like an idiot?" Santana asked confused.

"Yeah, I like it when you babble and stutter around me." Brittany says. "It's cute." Brittany reaches out and touches Santana's cheek. "But I like it even more when you talk like this." Santana looked confused. "Full sentences." Brittany slightly joked slightly serious.

"Oh" Santana blushed.

"Don't get me wrong, 'dorky babbling' you is cute, but 'blunt, straight forward, honest, full sentences' you is hot." Brittany said.

"Oh." Santana docked her head, trying to hide her blush. Brittany smiled.

Silence once again.

"Let's dance." Santana said suddenly

"What?"

"Come on." Santana said getting up from her seat and stretching her hand out for Brittany to take.

"But there's no music, and I really don't want to open the door." Brittany said

"Britt Britt…" Brittany smiled at the nickname. "…we're in glee club. We can make our own music." Santana said dragging Brittany to the middle of the back lawn.

"Okay then. So what song do you have in that beautiful mind of yours, Miss Lopez?" Brittany teases.

Santana smirks and begins singing.

Yeah...
Ahhh..
Hey hey hey

Santana raps the first part.

Everybody in the club right now, tell the do to turn it loud
Baby girl this your favorite song, baby girl it's your favorite song (hey)
This for girls who got their own car, this for girls who girls who got their own crib
This for girls who got their own shhhh…(hey) 1,2,3,4

Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's waist while Brittany wraps her arms around Santana's neck when Santana starts to sing.

If you come here by yourself tonight,
Cause he wouldn't pick up the phone
He suppose to bring you here tonight
Couldn't find him so you came alone
It don't matter cause you're here now, and the music you're enjoying
So for the next couple minutes
Baby I'mma be your girlfriend.

Brittany smiles.

Pretty mama if you're single (hey), Single
You don't got to be alone tonight
So while the DJ play that single (hey), Single
Just pretend that I'm your woman tonight.
See you don't got to be alone, I'll be your girlfriend
See you don't got to be alone, girl I'll be your girlfriend
See you don't got to be alone, baby I'll be your girlfriend
Oooh be your girlfriend till the song goes off.

Santana pulls Brittany closer. The swaying never stops.

See you don't got to be alone, I'll be your girlfriend
See you don't got to be alone, girl I'll be your girlfriend
See you don't got to be alone, baby I'll be your girlfriend
Oooh be your girlfriend till the song goes off.
Ooooh(ooooh)
Ooooh(ooooh)
Ooooh(ooooh)

Hey, be your girlfriend till the song goes off.
He don't tell that you're beautiful (beautiful)

Santana cups Brittany's cheek with one hand while the other stays around Brittany's waist.

Let me tell you to the beat.
He don't tell you tell he loves you girl (loves you girl)

Brittany looks down knowing that that was true. Artie doesn't really say that he loves her. When Brittany says it first, he'll just say 'yeah, me too.' Santana lifts Brittany's head up with two fingers under her chin, so their eyes can connect.

Let me sing in a harmony.
Let my song get you higher (higher).

Santana twirls Brittany around, making her laugh, and brings her back in.

We don't have to come back down (Nooo)
And if even you should miss me (miss me)
Just tell the DJ run it back now (ohhh)

Pretty mama if you're single (hey), Single
You don't got to be alone tonight
So while the DJ play that single (hey), Single
Just pretend that I'm your woman tonight.

They continued to dance around the yard.

Hey, be your girlfriend till the song goes off.
Ooooh(ooooh)
Ooooh(ooooh)
Ooooh(ooooh)

Be your girlfriend till the song goes off.

By the end of the song, Santana notice that they got a little closer during the song. Santana could feel Brittany breathing on her face. When Santana saw Brittany's eyes move to her lips then back to her eyes, she couldn't help but lean forward and capture Brittany's lips in a sweet kiss.

Brittany was momentarily stunned by the bold move but quickly kissed her back.

When Santana felt Brittany not only kiss her back but deepen the kiss too, she felt all giddy inside. Feeling Brittany's lips move against hers was like nothing she's ever imagined. It was better. It was way better. Like 10 times better. And when Santana felt Brittany's tongue lick her bottom lip asking for permission, which she happily granted, Santana almost died of happiness. As cliché as it sounds, Santana was pretty sure she saw not only fireworks but the whole damn 4th of July parade.

There was no fight for dominance. Even though Santana was usually the one in control, she let Brittany take all the control on this one. There was something about Brittany that made giving up the power and control for once worth it.

When oxygen became an issue, the two separated.

"Wow" Santana pants.

"Yeah." Brittany agrees.

Santana rests her forehead against Brittany's with her eyes closed.

Brittany looked at Santana.

"San…" Brittany whispers. "Open your eyes."

Santana shook her head.

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm afraid if I do then this will just be a dream. And you wont really be standing here in the freezing cold, in my arms." Santana whispers. 'Wow that has got to be the corniest and most whipped thing I have ever said. Oh so what, it's worth it.' she thought.

Brittany placed another a small soft kiss on Santana's lips.

"It's not a dream. I promise." Brittany says.

When Santana slowly opened her eyes, she was met with the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes she has ever seen.

"Hi" Brittany smiled when she saw the beautiful brown eyes she's always thought about.

"Sup" Santana said trying to remain a little cool but the goofy smile on her face gave her away.

"You're so goofy." Brittany laughs.

"If it gets you to laugh, then I can deal with it." Santana says. Brittany laughs again.

They stood in silence for awhile before Brittany spoke.

"You know San, sometimes I wish you were my boyfriend." Brittany said.

"You mean girlfriend, Britt." Santana said then she registered to her. "Wait really?"

"Yeah" Brittany bit her lip with a shy smile.

"Wow" was all Santana could say.

Silence.

"I could be, you know." Santana said suddenly.

"What?"

"I could be…your girlfriend." Santana tells her.

"Yeah, that would be awesome, but…" Brittany trailed off.

"Artie." Santana finished for her. Brittany sadly nods. "And you really love him." Again Brittany nods sadly. Santana sighs. Now this sucked. It sucks that she could have Brittany, but she can't because the dick of a boyfriend she's so in love with. But she knew that the only way she could truly have her is if she waited.

"I'll wait." She said

"What?"

"I said I'll wait." Santana repeats.

Brittany looks at her "Really?"

Santana nods. "Yeah, really. I'll just wait till you're ready to dump Lord Crippled Pants…" Brittany chuckled at the nickname. "…then we'll see what happens. But until then I'm cool with just being friends."

Brittany cups Santana's cheeks and looks her straight in the eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

"That could be a long wait." Brittany said.

"You're worth it." the Latina replied without any hesitation.

Brittany looked into Santana's eyes, looking for any signs of a lie or hesitation, but found nothing but the truth and sincerity. It made her heart swell when Santana said she was worth the wait. It also made feel even more bad that she couldn't find it in herself to break up with Artie. She doesn't know why, she just couldn't. She just loved him too much. She has to at least give him one more chance, right?

She leans forward and connects her lips with Santana's in one last soft, sweet kiss.

"Thank you" Brittany whispers.

"For what?"

"For being you. And for being so understanding." Brittany says.

Santana smiles. "No problem."

She likes this. Holding Brittany in her arms, kissing her in the cold breeze. She couldn't wait till she could makes this permanent. Now all she needs to do is get rid of the crippled wanna be gangster. She knows this will be hard, but to her it's totally worth it.

And speaking of the cold, Santana felt Brittany shiver.

"Come on, let's go back inside." Santana takes Brittany's hand and guides her to the door.

"Actually could you take me home? Maybe you could stay awhile?" Brittany asked almost nervously.

"Sure. Whatever you want." Santana said. Brittany smiled.

Once they made it the door, Santana let go of Brittany's hand to open the door for her.

"Such a gentlemen." Brittany teased.

"I try." Santana smirks.

Brittany shakes her head with a smile. "You really are something else, Santana Lopez."

"For you, Brittany S. Pierce, always." Santana said taking Brittany's hand once again, but this time she intertwines their fingers again, and lead Brittany through the party, and out of the house, then takes her home.

End of Chapter 20

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