She's Worth It ch.2
Santana's POV
I sigh quietly to myself knowing that this is my life and miserable I am with how it turned out because this isn't what or where I expected it to be because I imagined it where I'm working on my first or second album or opening for a sold-out concert or tour, opening for someone like Beyonce or Rihanna and with someone with someone that I love whole-heartedly. I imagined that someone being Britt but she's not the same person that she used to be as her dreams didn't turn out she envisioned them to and she's taking her frustrations out on me, forcing me to quit the one thing that I love while I was out as I'm now a house wife without the ring and a fuck-buddy.
I don't even enjoy the sex because the dancer is the only one that's getting pleasure from it and I have to fake the orgasms or she'll get pissed off and take her anger out on me once again but what else is new. I know that this relationship isn't healthy and I want out of it but I have no money and nowhere to go as I don't have any friends to stay with even if I wanted to leave Brittany for good as I don't have any marketable skills except for singing.
It's not like I can do up to some record label, asking them to sign an unknown talent and spend x-amount of money on me since I'm even sure if I'm ready to handle the spotlight anymore since it's been awhile since I last preformed on stage. Even if I wanted to perform again, the dancer's never gonna let me do it and would kill me if I ever thought about setting foot in a club with a stage in it as I am stuck where I am without knowing if I could've made it or not.
I pushed myself off the bed as quietly and carefully without waking my sleeping girlfriend before moving through the living room to see Will and Finn passed out drunk on the couch, shaking my head with a look of disgust on my face then moving into the kitchen to get started on breakfast. I know that I'm gonna have to cook for not only Britt but Dumb and Dumber in there as I pulled out a couple of eggs, tomatoes, green onions, cheese and ham from the refrigerator, putting them on the counter and grabbing a skillet.
I turned on the fire before cracking a few eggs then adding the rest of the ingredients into it before waiting it's nice and fluffy before flipping it over then repeating the progress until I have four perfect omelets on plates when Finnocence walks into the room with his eyes bloodshot from drinking so much beer that I had to buy. It takes everything in me not to punch his ugly mug in because if I hit him, I know that I'll regret as the dancer will punish me for it then make me apology to the bastard for picking a fight with him. The bastard looks at me up and down before looking down at the food that I prepared before picking it up with his bare hand without realizing that I had just taken it off of the skillet before dropping it on the floor as the food burns his hand.
"Fuck! That's fuckin hot!" Finn said blowing on his hand.
No shit, Sherlock.
"You did that on purpose!" Finn said pointing at me angrily.
"Did what?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"You made that shit so fuckin hot that it nearly burnt my hand, you stupid bitch"
"I just cooked it so it's hot and you're the idiot that tried to pick it up without using a fork like an idiot but I guess that's too be expected with your pea sized brain" I said rolling my eyes
"What did you say to me?" Finn asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm pretty sure that I didn't stutter but I'll repeat myself slowly if you want me to"
I don't know why I'm egging him on like this and I know that it's not my best idea but I just can't help myself although it was unexpected when Finn grabbed me by my long hair, throwing me down onto the floor as he hovers over me. I looked up at him in fear his brown eyes darken almost to the point of appearing black and I almost thought he was going to try and kill at this point when Will stepped into the room, asking what was going on.
The overgrown man-child snorted before walking out of the kitchen with his friend raising an eyebrow at his behavior then following him into the living room as I let out a sigh of relief that I didn't know that I was holding as I pushed myself onto my feet to clean up the mess before Britt gets up. Once the omelet was cleaned up, I start washing the dishes and by the washed as well as dried the last of them, I feel a pair of arm wrapping themselves around my waist and a pair of lip pressed against my cheek causing a shiver to roll down my back and not in a good way.
I looked over my shoulder to see that it's dancer with mischievous glint in her eyes and something that I'm all too familiar with as I know that this isn't good as she places openmouthed kisses along my neck as her nails rack up and down my stomach before moving up to my nipple while the other dips into my shorts.
"B-Britt, stop. Finn and Will are in the other room"
"So what? I'm in the mood for a little breakfast" Brittany said smirking sadistically.
"I-It's on the c-counter" I said biting on my lip from crying out.
"I rather have you have a platter" Brittany said forcing me to face her.
She pushes my shorts and panties down my body before pushing me onto the counter, spreading my legs open as she dives in without warning forcing me to cry out and I tried to fight the pleasure building in my lower belly. I don't want this because I know that the douchebags know what's going on and I don't them walking in on us because this is already humiliating enough but sure enough Dumb and Dumber standing in the entranceway of the kitchen with obvious boners in their jean.
I wanted to tell the dancer to and I tried to before was rewarded with a hard slap to the face as she forces me off of the counter then forcing me facedown into the flat surface as she forces three fingers into me hard and fast until I came fast and hard. I slumped down onto the floor before my girlfriend calls me a whore, to clean up the kitchen and to have dinner on the table by the time she gets home tonight then leaving with her friends to go to work as the tears and humiliation swells up inside of me. Fuck! Why is everything so fucked up? Why am I still here? I have to get out of here but how.
Quinn's POV
I rolled on to my stomach to reach for my girlfriend next to me but all I feel is empty space where she should be and I let out a groan, knowing full well that Rachel's at rehearsal for one of the student productions that NYADA students put on. I know that the pint sized diva is gonna be amazing but it doesn't mean that she has to arrive super early to rehearsals because I wanted to get my snuggles on and maybe a round or two of sex in before she has to go but she does wake at the crack of dawn.
I rolled onto my back to see that the alarm clock reads eleven-forty-five as I stretch my arms over my head before laying down on the bed because it's one of the rare off days from being the assistant to one of my professors at Yale. I pushed myself off of the bed, grabbing my boxers off of the ground and a random shirt, throwing it on without a second thought as I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal when someone knocks on the door. I walked towards the door with the spoon hang out of my mouth to see that it's Kurt my girl's equally as Broadway obsessed best friend standing behind in all of his gayness with a satchel hanging off of his shoulder and a hand on his hip.
"Kurt"
"Quinn" Kurt replies.
To say that Kurt is suspicious of me still even though it's been months into our relationship and he doesn't trust me at all with Rachel even through I have more than prove myself to be an awesome girlfriend to her and I am is boyfriend's best friend which should count for something. Blaine has vouched for me more than one occasion but it's not enough for the aspiring Broadway star and I'm almost at my wit's end with him because I really don't know what his problem is with me. Kurt opens his satchel before pull a piece of paper and handing it to me as I opened it to see that it's flyer for an opening for a hot new club that has live karaoke and a band playing as it opened last night.
"Blaine wants to go tonight and had asked me to invite Rachel which means she'll be taking you along as well" Kurt said frowning.
"Okay, lets cut the crap, Kurt. What's your deal? Ever since we meet, you shown nothing but disdain for me even after Rachel and I stared dating. I have tried being nice and trying to get you to like me but no dice so if you have a problem with me then just come out and say so" I said frowning.
"I never said that I didn't like you, I just don't trust you" Kurt said plainly.
"Why? I've been good to Rachel and Blaine have vouched for me being a good person. I haven't given you a reason to not trust me"
"Look, Rachel and Blaine are on the naïve side and they try to see the good in people but I've met people like you. You act like cool and nice for a few weeks even a few months but you don't do commitment for very long as it's only a matter of time before you break Rachel's heart"
"I don't know what kind of people you've met but I'm not like that because if I was then I would have left a long time ago but I'm still with Rachel and I plan on being with her for as long as she'll have me"
"We'll see about that" Kurt snorted before leaving.
I wonder what kind of people that Kurt has met in the past to make him so wary of me but I guess that I'll just have to wait for the right moment to ask because I'm nothing those people that he described. Most of my day was spent by nothing absolutely nothing but playing Call of Duty until the front door opens to see my beautiful girlfriend walking in with a red peacoat on as she puts her keys in the bowl by the door then hanging her coat before plopping down on the couch. I set my controller down, wrapping my arms around her shoulder before pulling her into me, kissing her on the temple as she snuggles into my side before leaning up to kiss me on the lips as I sigh into content.
"How was rehearsal?" I asked curious.
"Tiring but it's coming along amazingly" Rachel said smiling.
"Yeah because you're the lead"
"Of course but please don't tell me that you've been playing video games all day" Rachel said looking at the paused game.
"Okay, I won't tell you" I said chuckling. "Kurt came by"
"Oh" Rachel said raising an eyebrow. "What happened?"
"He told me that Blaine wanted to check out this new club that has karaoke and a band and he wants us to come with him but your friend still has his head up his ass. He still doesn't think that I'm good enough for you" I said frowning.
"Quinn baby, don't worry about him. He'll come around, just give him time" Rachel said giving my hand a squeeze.
"And if he doesn't?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Then that's his loss because I'm not dating you for Kurt's approval. I love you Quinn and I know that you love me too which is all that count" Rachel said kissing me on the lips.
"You're right" I said smiling.
"Naturally" Rachel said smirking.
"Whatever but lets get ready because I know that they're probably on their way to come get us" I said rolling my eyes.
Rachel stands up to pick out an outfit when I smack her on the ass as she lets out a squeal before giving me a glare but I just smile up at her with a shit-eating grin as I returned to my game. I don't know why but I have a feeling that this night is going to change our lives forever but I'm unsure if it's for the better or for the worse although I'll have to wait and see.
Rachel and Quinn will meet Santana in the next chapter and sparks will fly.
~Nicole The Dragon Rider signing off
End of ch. 2