AN: Sorry it takes me so long to get the chapters out. Its Christmas and I have a teething ten and half month old = NO SLEEP. And no time to myself.
Chapter 5
Santana woke up the next morning groggy from a hangover wrapped up in a sleeping redhead's embrace. It took her a good moment to remember where she was and then she smiled. Santana looked over at Hayley who was sleeping peacefully and figured it would be a good idea to hell out of dodge before Hayley woke up and wanted to talk about their relationship or some stupid shit like that. Santana gently extracted herself and then rolled off the bed quietly. She had perfected the Ninja Rollout. Where the fuck did she put her thong? She found her dress draped over the couch in the living room and she slipped that back on but her thong was ever elusive. Santana finally decided she was wasting too much time looking for the small piece of fabric and was heading for the door when she heard an amused voice from behind her.
"I was gonna keep this, I hope you don't mind."
Santana slowly turned to see Hayley holding up her missing thong, twirling it around her fingers seductively. Santana chuckled.
"Knock yourself out."
And now it was awkward. All Santana wanted to do was take her walk of shame and go home but now that Hayley was awake there was a bump in her road. Hayley sauntered towards her completely naked, her pale skin shimmering under the morning sun coming through the windows. Santana licked her lips and then promptly thought about where else she could lick, preferably on Hayley's body. Maybe she didn't have to leave straight away.
"So can I see you again?" Hayley asked raising her eyebrows and Santana shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly.
"I'm not really looking for a thing," Santana told her, trying to break the news as gently as possible in case there was a chance of getting 'goodbye nookie' and Hayley scoffed.
"Neither am I, I'm just looking for a little fun," Hayley assured her and Santana broke into a wide smile.
"Well then I think we have something in common."
Hayley returned her smile and sauntered over to her running a finger down the length of Santana's body and then under her dress where she wore nothing underneath.
"Hey, you wanna come to breakfast this morning? Its like a farewell thing for my sister before she goes off on her honeymoon. We can piss off my parents it will be hilarious," Hayley asked her grinning wickedly and Santana shrugged shuffling her feet apart as Hayley knelt between her legs and lifted her dress to her waist.
"Sure, let me just pick some stuff up from home," Santana agreed eagerly and Hayley chuckled triumphantly pushing Santana to sit on the nearest chair.
"In a little while, there are still some things I'd like to do to you," Hayley whispered to her and Santana sighed and leaned back into the chair.
"Yes ma'am."
Sometime later Santana opened the door to the loft and walked in to find Rachel and Puck on the couch snuggled up together looking very much like the couple Santana knew Puck wished they were. Rachel looked concerned when she saw Hayley but Puck looked impressed.
"Hey this is Hayley," Santana introduced them all quickly then she pecked Hayley on the lips, "I'll be right back."
Santana heard Puck's heavy footsteps follow her to her room.
"Good night?" he asked poking his head in and giving her the thumbs up and Santana nodded smirking.
"Not bad at all," she admitted her voice deepening with innuendo and Puck returned her smirk before disappearing and suddenly Rachel was there, arms folded across her chest, a disapproving look on her serious face.
"Santana, she is using you," Rachel stated bluntly and Santana shrugged on a new dress shrugging her shoulders at the same time.
"So?"
"Do you really have such a low opinion of your worth that you would let someone use you like this?" Rachel asked her piteously and Santana rolled her eyes. Rachel was always trying to analyze everything she did. Didn't the girl get that sometimes Santana just wanted to enjoy herself and be a cheap slut? Santana wasn't a baby, she wasn't innocent, she knew how the world worked and sometimes she liked to play.
"Fuck off Rachel, I'm a big girl," Santana told her gruffly and Rachel looked hurt for a moment before she masked the emotion.
"I care about you Santana," Rachel told her solemnly and Santana sighed. All the pressure Rachel was putting on her to be some perfect person was getting to be too much.
"Then stop ok? I'm not some child you have to look after," Santana snapped and Rachel looked at the ground.
"I'm just looking out for my friend," Rachel told her then she walked away from the doorway. When Santana returned to the living room Rachel was nowhere to be seen. Santana didn't hesitate leaving the loft with Hayley's hand attached to her butt ready to enjoy the day. Rachel would get over it; she had to learn that sometimes Santana just had to do her own thing.
Santana hung out with Hayley the whole weekend and when her work started on the Monday she spent all her off time at Hayley's apartment. The week passed by much the same and she barely saw anything of Puck or Sam, or Kurt or Blaine, or even Rachel. Her and Rachel were kind of ignoring each other anyway. Santana found a note on her bed one Saturday morning when she popped home to change her clothes that simply said in Rachel's writing, Kilpatrick's today at noon Brittany and Artie are back hope you can make it. It was the nicest thing Rachel had said to her in a week. As much as Santana wanted to avoid Brittany and Artie for the rest of her life she had a feeling that to get over everything she was going to have to spend time with them.
"Where do you want to go today?" Hayley asked strolling into her room and Santana held up her writing invitation for Hayley to read.
"How bout the pub?"
"I'm easy," Hayley agreed shrugging and Santana licked her lips lecherously.
"I know."
"Shut up," Hayley admonished her with a laugh pressing a kiss to Santana's lips and Santana pulled her close and kissed her hard. Brittany was back. Santana was so glad to have Hayley with her. Hayley was a cool chick; always down to have sex, always down to piss off her parents which was generally enjoyable for Santana, great sense of humor and of course she was beautiful. If there was ever a not-girlfriend to be had, Hayley was it.
At noon Santana tugged Hayley into the pub and searched for the familiar faces which she found at their usual booth. She led Hayley over but before she could even greet them a flurry of blonde had attached itself to her, hugging her tightly.
"San, I missed you," Brittany whispered lovingly and Santana hated the way her heart started to melt already. Just with four words and one hug.
"Yeah, me too Britt," Santana said tightly completely forgetting about Hayley standing behind her. Suddenly it was just her and Brittany.
"Can we hang out again San? Like we used to?" Brittany pleaded innocently, then she leaned in to whisper, "But Artie said no more sweet lady kisses."
Santana let out an unladylike snort of laughter. So Wheels had finally caught on to her. Good on him.
"Yeah Britt we can hang out again," Santana agreed. Anything to keep her Britt-Britt happy. Brittany flung her arms around Santana's neck again cheering with happiness.
"Yay!"
"Hi, I'm Hayley," Hayley introduced herself since it didn't seem like Santana would be extracting herself any time soon to introduce her to her friends and Santana felt like a bit of a douche. She untangled herself from Brittany and introduced Hayley around the table. Santana found herself sitting next to Brittany that whole afternoon which turned into evening and Santana kept her hand firmly on Hayley's leg or in her hand. She needed Hayley to ground her in case she flew off the wagon spectacularly again. Hayley got on well with her friends, especially the guys and Rachel seemed to have put aside whatever it was she had against Hayley and actually be nice to her. She even favored Santana with smiles and conversation so Santana guess they were all good again which made her happy. Everything seemed like it was finally back in a good place.
It was quite late when they all packed up for the night. Brittany and Artie left together while Kurt, Blaine and Sam were splitting a cab and Puck, Rachel, Santana and Hayley were walking back to the loft. Santana and Hayley stayed a few steps behind the two Jews so that they could talk without being eavesdropped on.
"You had a thing for her," Hayley stated rather than asked and Santana cocked her head to one side.
"Who?"
Hayley gave her an exasperated look.
"Don't play dumb San, you could play coy but never dumb," Hayley told her seriously and Santana sighed.
"In high school, about a million years ago."
"But you still like her," Hayley persisted with her annoying line of questioning and Santana stopped walking and turned to face her feeling a confrontation coming on.
"Is that a problem? I thought this was just a bit of fun," Santana asked getting defensive and Hayley just laughed.
"It's not a problem, I just like to get all my facts together," Hayley assured her reaching for her hand and Santana nodded happy that they understood each other as they walked back to the loft together. Sex that night wasn't gentle at all, Santana couldn't really figure out who was punishing who but she quite honestly didn't care. Hayley was exactly what she needed right now.
Hanging with Hayley was quickly becoming Santana's favorite pastime. The girl was blunt and honest; two particular attributes that Santana had in common with her. Two months of hanging with Hayley and Santana was pretty sure she could finally handle being alone with Brittany without losing her shit. Hayley had invited Santana to her parents' holiday house for the weekend with her parents and Santana hadn't had anything better to do so she tagged along. Rachel hadn't even kicked up a stink this time when Santana had told her where she was going. Looks like Hayley was slowly winning the tick of approval from Rachel Berry. Stop the press. Santana was lazing on the beach watching Hayley prance around in the waves in her tiny red bikini. She hadn't been expecting to meet someone like Hayley but she was glad she did. Hayley had come into her life at exactly the right moment. Speaking of Hayley, she was walking towards Santana, salt water dripping off her body and Santana nearly moaned at the thought of what she wanted to do to her right now. Out the corner of her eye Santana could see Hayley's parents; who had started tolerating her; walking along the beach together.
"Want to go make out in front of your parents?" Santana asked wiggling her eyebrows and Hayley shrugged disinterestedly before sitting down on her towel.
"We could just hang out here," Hayley told her and Santana fell quiet as they did just that but something about what Hayley said was bothering Santana. The fact that she didn't want to show off her relationship with Santana in front of her parents was weird; it wasn't like Hayley to miss an opportunity to make her parents uncomfortable.
"You'd rather spend more time with me than make your parents uncomfortable?" Santana asked incredulously and Hayley looked a little surprised as she came to the same realization but she just shrugged her shoulders uncaringly.
"Yeah, I would," Hayley admitted nervously and Santana felt the alarms going off in her head. Hayley liked spending time with her and Hayley's parents had pretty much accepted her as part of their family. Sweet mother of Jesus, Santana was becoming part of their family, like she was Hayley's fucking girlfriend.
"Oh fuck no," Santana hissed getting to her feet before looking down at Hayley who looked completely bewildered by her actions, "Look this isn't working for me."
Santana didn't even grab her towel she just started to head back to the house knowing she had to pack up her shit and get the fuck out of there. Hayley started running after her.
"Santana wait."
Santana turned to face her wearing her most potent 'back off' look and Hayley seemed to get the picture when Santana smirked cruelly.
"It's been fun, have a nice life."
Santana caught a bus and then a cab back to the city stalking into the apartment to find Rachel curled up on the couch watching a movie. Santana vaguely remembered Puck mentioning something about boy's night which explained why Rachel was alone in the loft. Santana didn't feel in the mood for talking but Rachel being Rachel either didn't see or chose to ignore the 'fuck off' look on her face.
"You're back early," Rachel commented in surprise standing up to follow Santana into her room which wasn't something Santana needed right about now but Rachel always did have terrible timing.
"Yeah," Santana answered noncommittally but Rachel didn't get the hint as she sat down on Santana's bed and gave her that, 'I'm so proud of you' smile.
"I know I said she was using you but now that we have gotten to know her I actually really like Hayley. She's different now, even Alana mentioned the positive change in her, you made her different Santana," Rachel gushed looking completely pleased with herself and Santana sat down on her bed and groaned.
"We broke up," Santana snapped and Rachel's face fell into one of concern and sadness.
"Why?" Rachel pestered and Santana fell back onto her bed and covered her face with her hands.
"She's too clingy," Santana groaned just wanting Rachel to get out of her room. Santana wanted to mope on her own and when she was pissed off she said mean things.
"Oh I see," Rachel said after a long pause in an all knowing voice and Santana turned her head and frowned not liking her tone of voice.
"You see what?"
"It's your defense mechanism, once someone shows you that they are starting to care you push them away. You've tried to do it to me multiple times," Rachel pointed out and Santana shook her head. She hated it when Rachel made sense.
"Fuck off," Santana growled standing up. She didn't need to mope she needed a stiff drink, ASAP.
"Language please," Rachel scolded her then she gave her the soulful brown eyed look, "I hate to see you turn your back on a good thing just because you are sc…"
"You finish that sentence and I'm gonna punch you in the face," Santana threatened turning her fiery eyes to Rachel.
Instead of looking horrified or offended Rachel just sighed deeply and shook her head.
"You deserve to be loved Santana, just so you know," Rachel said softly and Santana smirked.
"Well just so you know, mind your own business," Santana retorted smartly and Rachel rolled her eyes giving up for the moment. Santana grabbed purse and jerked her head in the direction of the door, "Lets get out of here, I need a drink."
Rachel sighed but gave in promising to be the designated driver. Santana scoffed because fuck drinking alone and even though Rachel usually got her way Santana was awfully persuasive when she wanted to be.
When Puck got home the next morning he was surprised to find Santana passed out on the floor and Rachel passed out on the couch both wearing Hawaiian lei's with pineapple drinks littered around them. He decided to not even bother asking what the two had gotten up to as he went into the kitchen to make some strong hangover coffee.
As if the start to her week wasn't bad enough Santana had forgotten that Monday night she promised to hang out with Brittany. It was the first time they would be hanging out together without the others and Santana had been looking forward to it and dreading it all at the same time. To be so close to Brittany but to not be able to touch her like she wanted was like a sick form of torture. Santana had organized for them to meet at a local coffee shop that Puck told her about. If they were in public Santana knew there was less of a chance of her making a fool of herself. As soon as she entered the coffee shop her eyes found Brittany straight away. Santana could always find her in a crowd.
"San!" Brittany exclaimed not caring how much attention they were drawing to each other as she pranced across the coffee shop to hug Santana tightly. Santana returned the hug ever mindful of how long she held onto Brittany. Brittany led her to the table and then nudged a cup of coffee towards her.
"Caramel latte with two sugars, just like you used to have," Brittany told her smiling winningly and Santana smiled tightly. Of course Brittany remembered her favorite coffee.
"Hey there sexy ladies," a booming voice greeted them from behind and Santana turned to see Puck dressed in his police uniform with his thumbs hooked importantly into his belt.
"What are you doing here?" Santana asked with annoyance and Puck grinned innocently.
"Getting my night shift cuppa," he told her innocently holding up said cup of coffee and Santana narrowed her eyes at him.
"Get out of here."
She knew he was just trying to be a shit stirrer because he knew how much she was looking forward to spending time with Brittany.
"Hey, you are speaking to a man of the law," Puck reminded her looking down at his uniform meaningfully and Santana grinned evilly.
"Yeah well if you don't stop annoying me some man of the law is gonna get a jug of water poured on his head while he is sleeping," Santana threatened him sweetly and Puck paused for a moment as though deciding whether or not she would follow through with the threat.
"Bitch," Puck threw at her backing away and Santana flicked him the bird.
"Eat me," she replied sweetly and Puck gave her a crooked grin.
"Name a time and place," he challenged but Santana just flicked him the bird again and Puck left them alone with a farewell wave.
Brittany sighed dreamily and placed her chin on her hands.
"He totally wants to be Rachel's person," Brittany announced shaking her head and Santana looked up at her in surprise.
"Who?" Santana asked innocently wondering if Brittany knew about Puck's obsession with Rachel.
"Puck. Sam does too," Brittany told her bluntly sipping her own coffee and Santana raised her eyebrows.
"You know that Sam and Puck are head over ass for Rachel?" Santana asked and Brittany rolled her eyes like Santana was a few fries short a Happy Meal.
"Of course, we all know."
Well now Santana felt stupid. She had thought she was the only person who had noticed but it turned out she was just the last to know.
"What do you mean be Rachel's person?" Santana asked in confusion and Brittany grinned.
"You know, the one for her, the one person in the world who will love and understand everything about her and love her even more for everything she is."
"Her person," Santana repeated liking the sound of that. She wished she could be Brittany's person and that Brittany would be hers.
"Yeah like Artie is my person," Brittany told her smiling dreamily.
Ouch. That was like a fucking sledgehammer to the head. Santana tried to act like Brittany's words hadn't hurt her as she took a sip of her drink looking out the window.
"Which one do you think is Rachel's person?" Brittany asked her and Santana shrugged.
"I'm not sure, maybe Sam, I mean she's always at his place, taking him coffee and shit," Santana told her trying to think if she had noticed Rachel act anymore in love with Puck or Sam but she honestly couldn't remember a time.
"That doesn't count, Rachel is a good friend. She does that sort of thing for all of us," Brittany told her leaning forward into the counter and subconsciously Santana's eyes started drifting down Brittany's cleavage before she struggled to return them to Brittany's eyes.
"Maybe I should just ask her," Santana said finally and Brittany gave her a stern look.
"You shouldn't interfere San."
Santana just smiled at her and Brittany frowned.
"San," Brittany said warningly and Santana held up her hands as though telling Brittany to back off.
"Relax Britt I know what I'm doing," Santana assured her and Brittany looked a little unsure but let the subject go.
Santana and Brittany continued to talk for the next two hours about anything and everything. When Brittany finally announced she had to go to pick up Artie they stood and Santana walked Brittany to her car opening the door so that Brittany could get in. Brittany paused and turned to her.
"It was so good to see you San, I missed you," Brittany told her earnestly and Santana chuckled.
"You have mentioned that repeatedly Britt."
Brittany stared at her the way she sometimes did when she wanted to impart something profound.
"But I don't think you believe me. I really missed you San; never disappear from my life again ok? I get sad, just ask Lord Tubbington, he still reads my diary," Brittany whispered to her looking around suspiciously like she thought her fat cat was going to be hiding nearby. Santana knew there was a fat (pardon the pun) chance of that happening; Brittany's cat probably couldn't walk out the door without having a heart attack.
"Ok, I won't disappear," Santana promised her quickly but Brittany wasn't convinced.
"Promise me," Brittany pressured her and Santana rolled her eyes.
"I just said I wouldn't."
"Promise me," Brittany repeated stubbornly and Santana sighed.
"Ok, I promise, happy?" Santana asked her in annoyance and Brittany smiling winningly.
"Very," Brittany told her leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to Santana's lips that left Santana's lips tingling, "Bye San."
Santana watched her go before she pressed her fingers to her lips. Fuck it all to hell; she was still fucking in love with Brittany S Pierce.
AN: And there next chapter. I think there are only two more to go really. I've written what's going to happen and who ends up with whom, I just need to add in the middle bits which is the tricky part.