A/N: This idea started off as a "Hey wouldn't it be cool if Britt had a crush on her best friend's hot older sister who happened to be San?" fic and then it turned into that, plus sweet Pezberry sister bonding, Pieberry chaotic friendship and Wemma adopting troubled teenagers. It's still primarily a Brittana fic.
Is it bad that Stacy's Mom inspired me to write this lol?
Full disclosure: I've never written much of Rachel before and she's the single most difficult character to write in Glee imo.
*** Just to be clear, this is an AU story about Brittany having a crush on an older Santana. They're both over the age of eighteen (Britt is 18-19 and San is 21). Nothing "wanky" happens between anyone except consenting adults in this fic but if this dynamic between them bothers you, then this might not be the story for you. ***
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything associated with Glee
Rachel, Brittany and Finn were a trio of the most unlikely best friends. At least that was how it seemed to the rest of the McKinley High student population.
Rachel was a complete nerd who always scored at the top of all of her classes but was an outcast when it came to her social life while Brittany was a popular, charming dumb blonde cheerleader with her head perpetually stuck in the clouds who was rumoured to be the sluttiest girl in the school. Meanwhile, Finn was the star quarterback but an innocent boy who had never had a girlfriend before and seemed more interested in food than anything else, despite the many cheerleaders who were throwing themselves at him.
No one understood what the three saw in each other but they had been fast friends ever since the start of senior year when Brittany heard a recording of Rachel's song "My Headband" on YouTube and begged the bewildered brunette to teach her how to sing it then had introduced her close childhood friend Finn to the short girl. The rest was history.
Finn and Brittany were like two very pale, Viking giants compared to the tiny, olive-skinned brunette girl who was walking between them as the three high school seniors made their way out of class when school ended that day.
"Can we go over to your house again, Rachel?" Brittany pleaded with her as she skipped along happily beside the short girl, wearing a tight skirt that was several inches too short according to the school's dress code. "I really need help with the chemistry homework again because last time Mrs. Hagberg didn't believe me when I said I was up all night because Lord Tubbington was fighting a rival cat gang."
"Sure, fine but I know the real reason why you want to come over." Rachel pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, while slow-witted Finn strolled along beside them with his typical clueless expression as if he didn't quite register what was happening - but that was normal for Finn. The gigantic boy just blinked slowly at Rachel but didn't argue when she grabbed the sleeve of his flannel shirt and pulled him along with them.
"Whatever. Your sister's really hot so you can't blame me." Brittany just shrugged, unfazed by Rachel's disapproval.
It had all started a few weeks ago when Rachel invited Brittany and Finn over to her house to hang out after school as she had been doing for a while.
The Schuester house was more like a small mansion and the blonde teen girl was in awe as always as Finn pulled into the driveway. She knew the tiny brunette was rich but she hadn't expected all this. Rachel had explained to Finn and Brittany that when she had been adopted by Will and Emma Schuester as a thirteen year-old, she chose to keep her original first and last name, which was why she had a different surname to her parents.
Rachel was excited to have friends, as she confessed to the two athletic teens that people had never really wanted to get close to her before so they were the first people who had ever accepted her invitation to go over to her house.
The small girl led her two best and only friends over to the kitchen table, pulling out an array of Finn's favourites: pizza pockets, chips, string cheese and other snacks to share with the two. Finn was instantly delighted at the sight of food and began to chow down without a second thought as Rachel sighed at him stuffing his face.
Brittany was more interested in something else or rather someone else who had suddenly appeared.
"Fuck, Rachel, you seriously couldn't warn me before you brought your dumb little friends over? I just got back from the gym!"
That was when Brittany first saw her. Her sexy angel - well, maybe demon would be more accurate.
The door to the garage slammed open and a gorgeous, raven-haired Latina swaggered in, wearing nothing but tiny black boyshorts that left barely anything to the imagination and a black sports bra with a towel thrown carelessly over her shoulders. She strutted arrogantly through the kitchen, cursing under her breath.
Her brown skin was shiny with sweat and her body was impressive. Brittany's eyes were glued on her muscular ass, sculpted abs and the toned arms that were on full display. Her arms looked like they were strong and lightly muscular.
She had full, pouty lips, chiselled high cheekbones and the darkest, most haunting eyes the blonde had ever seen, that flashed dangerously as she turned toward Rachel and the other two, her plump, sexy lips twisting into a scowl.
Brittany's lips parted and she couldn't take her eyes away from the stranger. Her heart raced like it never had for anyone before.
The woman swept her long, straight, glossy black hair out of her face and crossed her leanly muscular arms over her chest as she glared in Rachel's direction.
Though she was small, maybe even a few inches shorter than Brittany herself, her body was perfectly toned and she had a powerful, commanding presence.
"Sorry, Santana," Rachel mumbled but just rolled her eyes, bristling at Santana's tone. "Just leave us alone. We're doing homework. And for goodness sake, put on some clothes!"
Even her name is pretty and sexy… Brittany thought. Finn hadn't even looked up once, finishing his fifth pizza pocket and downing a glass of milk with his potato chips in the space of a few seconds.
"Hmph. Whatever." Santana responded, tossing back her silky hair again flippantly.
"Hi…" Brittany husked in her most seductive, breathy tone possible with a little wave, and instinctively leaned forward to display as much cleavage as she could as she stared at Santana brazenly, with the flirty, fox eyes look she had perfected.
She dropped the pen she was holding, pretending it was accidental, bent over slowly to pick it up and then snapped back up quickly, just like Elle Woods had taught her. Legally Blonde was the one film she had memorized by heart and it came in handy at times like these.
It was the same technique Brittany had used to entice the entire football team into getting it on with her and it had always worked like a charm, so she figured it was worth a shot with Santana as well.
The blonde hadn't been able to resist flirting with the stunning woman, who was probably somewhere in her early twenties if she had to guess her age. She had always had a thing for older men and women.
Judging by the reaction Santana had, Brittany could consider her technique to be a resounding success. Santana finally noticed the blonde and did a double take, seemingly speechless and bewildered. Brittany giggled as the black-haired girl momentarily forgot her tough girl act and walked straight into the nearest wall after seeing the tall blonde then nearly fell over on her own wobbly feet.
Once she had managed to right herself, she became flustered, embarrassed by her own dorky response, then she turned around fast and took off at full speed, slamming another door upstairs rudely.
"What a scoundrel, she is. Sorry guys, that was just my jerk big sister. She's the worst!" Rachel told them apologetically once Santana had left.
Oh… Brittany thought, Rachel never mentioned having a sister before.
The short brunette noticed that Brittany still had a dreamy expression on her face and she thought that was weird.
"Brittany! Are you even listening?"
"Your sister's really sexy. I'm going to marry her." That was all Brittany got out in response, in a dazed voice.
Rachel made a sound of disgust and turned to Brittany with a grimace, as if she couldn't think of anything more appalling.
"Ew you like Santana ? Why?"
"And you don't think it's the least bit inappropriate for you to have fantasies about a college student?"
Rachel frowned at the blonde as she flipped through her math textbook while Brittany lay on her back lazily on the brunette's bed, staring up at the ceiling in a lovesick daze. Rachel's parents, Will and Emma, were away on a business trip as they usually were, so the massive house was empty and Brittany had the feeling that Rachel was glad for the company. Rachel kept her voice low just in case anyone other than Finn, who was perched on the edge of the bed silently heard them.
"Far less one who happens to be my older sister who's a complete beast ?! Goodness, this is so weird!"
"I like beasts. She's just really hot and I want her." Brittany said simply, undeterred. She didn't understand why Rachel was being so dramatic about this. There was nothing more to it.
"No offence, Brittany, but I swear, you only ever think with your…" Rachel coughed and blushed when she remembered that an actual boy was right next to them and Rachel never liked saying inappropriate things. "Lady parts."
Brittany just giggled, not paying much attention to Rachel and her dramatics. She went back to musing about Santana's long, dark lashes, gorgeous, flawless caramel skin and those perfectly chiseled abs.
She'd make Santana Lopez hers, no matter what it took, even if the woman herself didn't know that yet.
"Do you have any more of those pizza pockets?" Finn suddenly spoke up, cutting through the awkward silence. "I'm kinda hungry."
Rachel sighed and threw down her pen violently in frustration. "Again, Finn? You just ate a full meal! Does anyone here even care about getting this assignment done except me?"
"Probably not," Brittany replied honestly, twirling a ringlet of her hair that she had curled before coming over to Rachel's house just to make sure she looked really cute in case Santana was there to see her around her pen. "Can I pay you to do mine?"
"Of course not! For goodness sake, Brittany Susan Pierce!" Rachel sighed in exasperation, throwing up her hands. "What would your mother think?"
"Um Rachel, I'm just gonna go get some snacks from your kitchen if that's okay…" Finn looked up at the brunette girl sheepishly, holding his stomach as it growled loudly with a guilty look on his face.
"I like snacks. Especially Dots," Brittany remarked absently. "Do you have Dots?"
"Okay, fine, we'll take a break since apparently none of us can concentrate, c'mon you two." Rachel relented, sighing as she gestured to them to follow her like she would two fluffy, very large dogs. Brittany and Finn just smiled goofily at each other as they followed her, both excited at the prospect of food, though more so Finn.
Brittany's eyes suddenly lit up when she thought about the chance of potentially seeing that sexy woman who lived with Rachel again. "Hey, is your sister home?"
"I don't know," Rachel frowned, annoyed at the mention of Santana again. "She's probably skipping class and partying as usual. "
"Oh…" Brittany sighed, disappointed.
She was dying to hear the unmistakable hazy, deep voice of Santana again. Rachel rolled her eyes skyward, knowing exactly what Brittany was thinking about.
"Hey Rachel, are these chicken sandwiches still good?" Finn asked, though he was already chewing on a mouthful of bread. "Mm, they're delicious."
Rachel didn't hear him, too busy glaring in the direction of Santana who had just arrived minutes later and was wearing much more clothes than she was last time - how unfortunate Brittany thought - this time in a black leather jacket, high-heeled boots and super tight, black jeans. Still, the clothes were really flattering on her. Brittany's insides felt like they'd turned to jelly, her cheeks growing hot and she was suddenly a little lightheaded.
"Nice of you to waltz in before four a.m. in the morning for once, Big Sister ." Rachel pursed her lips, crossing her arms.
Santana just narrowed her dark eyes and ignored the younger girl, sticking up her middle finger at her.
Rachel shrieked in annoyance, throwing the nearest item she could find at her sister, which happened to be her heavy chemistry textbook.
Her aim was terrible and the book missed her sister by at least four feet, bouncing off of the kitchen wall instead which made Santana laugh mockingly.
Santana made no attempt to acknowledge the presence of Rachel's company, as if they were beneath her as she went to the fridge and spent a long time searching for something. Rachel muttered something that sounded very much like, "Big Shot, thinks she's the queen of the universe…" under her breath.
Then the raven-haired woman whipped around fast, facing the three of them with a confused expression that quickly turned to fury. Her aggressive mannerisms reminded Brittany a lot of the moody, feral black cat she had recently adopted.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing, Porky?!" She demanded, rounding on a fearful Finn who swallowed nervously, backing away from her slowly. "Are you eating my food?! What the fuck!?"
"He didn't know! Don't yell at him!" Rachel jumped up and stood in front of the tall boy defensively, wagging a finger at Santana.
"Why not? Your dumb loser friend ate all my food!" Santana groaned, throwing up her hands dramatically then she lowered her voice threateningly as she rounded on Rachel. "I'm going to kill you for this, Pipsqueak!"
"Stop being so dramatic!" Rachel shouted back at full volume, her voice becoming shrill. "And don't call him a loser!"
"Dramatic? Look who's talking. Oh I'm sorry did I insult your boyfriend , Rachie?" Santana taunted with a smirk, using the nickname she always used to annoy Rachel since they were little.
Rachel just blushed and glowered at her. Finn had a petrified expression around the two sisters, collapsing into himself and looking like he was desperate to get away from the tense situation while Brittany just rolled her eyes, studying her painted pink nails in her boredom.
Out of nervousness, Finn who had finished both sandwiches began grabbing handfuls of popcorn and shovelling them into his mouth rapidly. Santana gave the massive high schooler a withering look, shaking her head in disgust. "Jesus Christ, do you ever stop eating, Manboobs?"
"That's it! If you don't stop picking on my friends, I'm telling Mom and Dad!" Rachel shouted, completely losing her temper with Santana.
"Tell Will and Emma what? How you're being a little brat again picking fights with me?" Santana countered, dusting off her shoulder and unfazed by Rachel's shrieking. "They can't do anything to me."
"We'll just see about that!"
As amusing as this was, Brittany had grown tired listening to them arguing, especially when Santana was wearing way too many clothes, so she decided it was time for her to cut in. What Brittany really wanted to do was score some alone time with the resident sulky bad girl in the Schuester family but she wasn't sure how she was going to make that happen.
"Hi, I'm Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce," The blonde purred seductively as she casually slipped in between Rachel and Santana's bodies, fluttering her eyelashes as she met the taller sister's gaze and ignoring Rachel who squawked behind her, bewildered by Brittany's actions. "We met last time."
Santana immediately became silent and then totally flustered as she noticed Brittany. A look of something like apprehension came over her as she swallowed hard at the way the leggy blonde was looking at her.
She took a step back a foot everytime Brittany came closer, putting plenty of space between them even as her cheeks tinged red.
"Um, hi!" Santana said in a much softer, more hesitant and awkward tone than the harsh, arrogant voice she had while arguing with Rachel. She was evidently alarmed by the way Brittany was looking at her even though the blonde wasn't actually doing anything other than watching her adoringly. "I um… have to go now!"
Santana took off again quickly just like last time, leaving Brittany pouting while Rachel just shook her head in annoyance.
"She's so weird!" Rachel groaned, covering her face with her hands. "I just don't understand her."
Brittany really wanted to ask Rachel if Santana was dating anyone.
It turned out she didn't have to as they got their answer the next day when Brittany came over to Rachel's place after school again.
There was an elegant black Porsche parked outside on the driveway and Rachel groaned when she noticed it. Brittany realized it was probably Santana's car.
Rachel and Brittany walked closer and gasped, getting an eyeful of something neither of them had expected.
Santana was in the backseat with a tall, curvy woman with long blonde hair sitting on the darker woman's lap and draped over her. They were making out with Santana's tan hands running over her back then the dark-haired girl reached down to squeeze the blonde's ass.
They were barely dressed, Santana just wearing a black bra and unzipped jeans while the woman was completely topless as Santana hitched up her pink mini skirt.
Both of the younger girls reacted at the same time but in opposite ways.
Rachel reeled back, screaming in horror and covering her eyes. Brittany simply let out a soft "Oh" , feeling rather turned on and flushed in the face, covering her mouth with her hand as she watched the scene unfold with great interest, not taking her eyes off of it.
This was much better than even the best porn she had seen.
Once Rachel was done screaming, she kept her eyes hidden with one hand, marched purposely toward the vehicle and knocked on the window loudly. "Excuse me! What on Earth do you think you're doing on this suburban driveway?!"
As soon as Santana saw them through the car window and heard Rachel's scream, she pulled apart quickly from the woman and got out of the car, adjusting her clothes. Brittany just gaped at her because…wow. So hot.
"Rude. The fun police have arrived. What do you want, Little Sister?" Santana just sounded annoyed rather but not remotely ashamed.
The tall, buxom blonde college girl she was with quickly fled the scene, awkwardly passing by Brittany and Rachel on her way out of the car, her lipstick completely smudged, hair askew and ignoring the contemptuous look Rachel was sending her way.
Brittany wondered how the woman managed to run so fast in those super high heels. "You're a total cockblock as usual."
"Good heavens! Must you be so crude?" Rachel reprimanded Santana and Brittany winced at the shrillness. The tiny girl sounded like she was on the verge of one of her signature Rachel Berry freakouts. "You're corrupting me and my friend with your indecency! The least you could do is keep your…lady friends to the privacy of your dungeon-like bedroom instead of… fornicating with some hussy in front of innocent school girls like us."
Santana didn't seem to be paying any attention to Rachel's rant. Instead, she looked over at Brittany skeptically, arching an eyebrow at the word "innocent." Brittany just smiled at her sweetly, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was checking Santana out again blatantly the whole time.
"Yeah whatever, Pipsqueak. Just go play with your dolls or something - I don't need a lecture." She muttered, adjusting her jacket and watching Brittany suspiciously with narrowed eyes, as if she knew exactly what kind of inappropriate thoughts were going through the blonde's mind.
From then on, it kept happening whenever Brittany came over, with or without Finn or one of the other girls from their class who wanted to study with them.
Santana was always with some new fling of the week and they all mostly looked the same, tall, femme and blonde. It was never the same girl twice.
To say Rachel didn't approve would be an understatement. She was beyond fed up with her rebellious older sister and hated that she had no control over her. In fact, the more Rachel made a scene, the more Santana seemed to look for ways to outdo herself in more scandalous ways.
"It's so wrong. She's always… cavorting with anything that moves and never settles down with anyone." The short brunette complained one night after school, while Rachel's parents Will and Emma were away on some business trip.
She was lying on her stomach on the bed and going over some math equations while Brittany sat at her desk, chewing on the back of her pen as her mind drifted to Santana's abs again, as it always seemed to instead of paying attention to her homework. "Brittany! Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah." Brittany replied absently, twirling a strand of her long hair. "Santana's really hot. I should be her girlfriend if those girls don't want to be. I'd be way better for her. I know it."
Rachel shrieked. "Oh my goodness, have you been listening to anything I've been saying? My sister is a total…barbarian! She's twenty-one years old, she's uncouth, she smokes, she drinks, she uses foul language and she treats her lady friends like disposable objects!"
"Yeah I know, Rachel. You're making her more of a turn on the more you talk," Brittany sighed, biting her lip and crossing her legs as she fanned herself. "You don't have to convince me anymore because I already like her."
The short brunette groaned, grimacing in disgust. "I- I'm not trying to…I can't figure out what goes on in that interesting brain of yours, Brittany. This is highly inappropriate!"
Before the blonde could respond anymore, the girls heard what sounded like a woman's scream and a series of high-pitched shrieks.
It was late at night and the tiny brunette girl began to panic, jumping up and grabbing the nearest object, which happened to be a giant statue of Barbra Streisand from her desk.
"Oh my, Brittany…" Rachel whispered to her fearfully. "What could that be?"
The girls shivered and huddled close together, leaning up against Rachel's bedroom door as they heard the weird noises again. It sounded like someone was being murdered.
Actually, Brittany thought it sounded more like…
Rachel took a deep breath, gathering her nerves before pushing open her door and the two girls crept into the hallway hesitantly.
They heard the continued moaning and shrieking which sounded unmistakably female. Rachel frowned when it became obvious that it was coming from Santana's room.
"This is unbelievable. She better not be watching horror movies again so late at night." Rachel mumbled, so much fury on her small face that it looked almost comical.
Brittany narrowed her eyes at her short friend in disbelief but she felt her own cheeks flush. Heat crept up her chest and neck to the tips of her ears.
" Rachel, she's probably just having sex." She deadpanned.
"What?! Gross!" Rachel screeched, seeing a trail of bras and panties leading towards Santana's room. She covered her ears and kicked one of the lacy bras out of her path violently. "No, she can't be! This is so wrong! I can't listen to this!"
Brittany couldn't help but continue to listen in, feeling hot all over as she could easily visualize what Santana was probably up to in her room.
It was abundantly clear that Brittany's intuition that Santana would be amazing in bed was proven to be right.
"Ugh she is just lucky Mom and Dad aren't home tonight! Mom is going to ground her forever when she finds out about this!" Rachel fumed, practically stomping her tiny feet in her futile anger.
Brittany was in a complete daze when Rachel finally grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away from the scene after a long moment then pouting in exasperation when the blonde girl didn't budge. "Brittany, no! Are you just going to stand there and listen in on them all night?!"
Eventually the door slammed open when the short girl continued to screech in impossibly loud tones that only Rachel had the lung capacity to be capable of and an irritated Santana poked her head out, growling. "Rachel Berry, what the fuck are you doing?!"
"I could ask you the same thing, Santana Lopez!" Rachel shrieked back in response, hiding behind Brittany as if the blonde could protect her from Santana's wrath and indecency. "You seriously brought a woman over? To do… that with?!"
Brittany just turned her head to the side, trying to see if Santana was wearing anything. She could see her bare shoulders but the door was blocking everything else. Damn.
"Yeah and what of it? Scram already, in case you haven't noticed I'm a little busy with something here," Santana smirked, putting her hand on Rachel's head and shoving her out of the way lightly. "It's past your bedtime, Brat."
Then Santana noticed Brittany's presence once again and just gave her that same dumbfounded, wary look she always seemed to get around the teen as the blonde girl never took her eyes off of her, shaking her head in exasperation at her.
Santana cursed loudly when the sheet she was holding around her chest loosened and slipped momentarily. Brittany's eyes tracked the movement, gasping a little as she saw more of Santana's body than she had hoped for in her wildest dreams. Brittany wasn't disappointed in what she saw and licked her lips.
Santana noticed where Brittany was looking and pulled the sheet up quickly to cover herself.
"You- you - both of you smartass little girls - just go!" Santana yelled, slamming her door shut and locking it behind her from the inside. "Don't fucking bother me again!"
"Language!" Rachel shouted back at her, grabbing a dazed Brittany's hand and pulling her back towards her bedroom with its bright gold walls and stars as she began ranting to her friend in panicked tones.
"How could she want to make love with someone if she's not married to them or in love with them?" Rachel shook her head, as if the thought alone was astounding and too depressing to imagine. "I don't even think she's dating that girl."
Brittany lay on the other side of Rachel's bed, listening to her loud snoring. She hadn't been able to sleep that night during their sleepover, tossing and turning almost the entire time as her hormones went crazy. She spent the next few weeks fantasizing about the hot older girl.
Two months passed by quickly, with the teenagers being caught up in studying for midterms. Since Brittany and Finn were actually attempting to study for once, they didn't spend too much time hanging out with Rachel for a long while.
Brittany breathed a sigh of relief when exam time was finally over. Studying just gave her a headache.
"Rachel, can I come over to your house after school again?" Brittany walked up to the small girl who had been having another awkward conversation with Finn, the two of them gazing at each other shyly. "We can hang around by the pool."
Rachel beamed at her two closest friends, clasping her hands together enthusiastically. "Sure you can! I have an idea, Let's have a movie night at my place! It'll be so much fun! We can do a Barbra marathon!"
Brittany frowned, thinking for a moment. "Hmm, well I was supposed to go to this keg party with Quinn and the girls on our squad at some jock's house but I mean it would probably be boring anyway. This will be way better."
Plus, your super hot sister might be home…
Though Brittany had hooked up with a few guys since that time, they were quite mediocre and the sounds she had heard that night and the burnished, dark skin of Santana's sculpted body still replayed themselves in her mind quite frequently whenever she was in that kind of mood. She was already thinking of ways that she could finally seduce the woman of her dreams.
They spent the afternoon relaxing in Rachel's swimming pool, Finn still wearing a shirt the entire time to hide his pale, massive chest and trying to disguise the fact that he was sneaking glances at Rachel in the new bikini Brittany had bought her while the blonde frolicked around, splashing water at both of them.
That night, the three of them huddled together on a mattress that was set out on the floor of the massive karaoke room in the basement of the Schuester home where Rachel's mom and dad always held parties. Rachel even had a stage set up to perform impromptu concerts with her parents because they were all into singing so much.
Brittany was in a purple polka dot nightie while Rachel was wearing pink, long sleeved silk pajamas, so it felt just like a slumber party for the girls except for Finn being there in a Power Rangers t-shirt and sweatpants.
Surprisingly, Brittany and Finn had managed to make it through two Barbra Streisand movies without being too bored even though Brittany thought they were way too long. She started braiding Rachel's hair whenever her mind drifted.
They had switched to Dirty Dancing, another of Rachel's favourite movies that Brittany also liked surprisingly, considering their taste was so different, when all of a sudden Santana turned up out of nowhere, making a big scene to announce her presence as usual.
She swiped popcorn from Rachel's bowl without asking and mumbled greetings to the other two for the first time, even though she never usually acknowledged their existence.
"Oh no, what are you doing here?" Rachel hissed in annoyance, pausing the movie as she turned to Santana in anger while Finn looked terrified by Santana's presence and moved behind Rachel, as if he thought Santana was going to really kill him in revenge for the chicken sandwich incident. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back from your cheerleading thing until Monday!"
Santana shrugged casually and smirked. "The tournament got cancelled. What are you watching?"
Rachel cringed. "You'll just make fun of me if I tell you. Dirty Dancing."
"Ha!" Santana snorted derisively, laughing in Rachel's face while the short girl glared at her, cheeks burning. "Lame!"
"You're such a bully."
"You're such a bully!" Santana mimicked her in a high-pitched, nasally voice.
Santana hesitated in the doorway, looking like she was unsure of what to do with herself now that she had taunted Rachel about her movie taste.
Brittany thought it was endearing how the girl seemed rather shy now that she was alone with them, her cocky smirk disappearing when Rachel wasn't looking and she didn't walk away even though she could have at any time.
"Did you wanna hang out with us, Santana?" Brittany asked kindly, thinking that maybe Santana was too shy to admit that she wanted to hang out and wanting her to feel welcomed. "You can watch movies with us if you want."
Santana faltered, scowling but her confident attitude dropped for a moment as she looked stunned that Brittany would talk to directly and so boldly at that. "Why would I want to watch stupid movies with a bunch of high schoolers?"
Brittany just shrugged, grabbing some M&Ms from Finn's bowl. "Cause it's fun and you'll love it."
The black-haired woman's lips parted in shock, taken aback but then she switched to that hardened, devil may care attitude she usually kept up all the time around everyone.
"No thanks, hard pass. I have better things to do with my Friday night than hang out with my complete dork of a little sister and her little weirdo friends." Santana sneered coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Good because we don't need your bad attitude and ego around here!" Rachel retorted, getting up to point her finger accusingly at Santana.
"Calm down, Rachel…" Finn whispered to her pleadingly, pulling her back before she lunged at her sister and another long argument between the two started.
"As if I care what you think," Santana scoffed at Rachel. "Your movies suck and let's face it, I'm way too cool to be here."
"Okay, if that's how you feel." Brittany replied in a noncommittal tone and shrugged. She didn't really care if Santana was going to act arrogant and her harsh words didn't affect her.
The fact that Brittany showed no emotion and refused to argue with her seemed to frustrate her even more. Santana just marched off without a word, huffing in anger and the three teenagers continued to watch the rest of the movie in virtual silence.
Brittany rolled her eyes as Rachel and Finn would accidentally touch hands whenever they reached for the popcorn and then apologize awkwardly everytime.
It was more than obvious that they were into each other but both were way too innocent to ever make a move. It was hopeless and Brittany knew she needed to give Rachel some lessons on how to flirt properly sometime, but at the moment the blonde was too distracted by her own love life.
Ten minutes later, Santana returned to the basement and sat on the couch without explanation just as Brittany expected she was going to.
The older sister was grumbling under her breath the whole time, which Brittany thought made her even cuter and she had to stifle a giggle.
Rachel just shot Santana an infuriated look for a moment, not even bothering to ask what she was doing and just shook her head at her sister's antics.
Brittany spent more time watching Santana than paying attention to the movie. She saw the way Santana's dark eyes lit up and she smiled genuinely with the cutest dimples Brittany had ever seen deepening on her cheeks, invested during the dance performances, even though she didn't squeal and fangirl over the movie like Rachel did. The younger sister constantly shrieked and grabbed a startled Finn whenever anything exciting happened in the movie.
"What?" Santana eventually snapped at Brittany. "Why are you staring at me?"
Finn and Rachel just turned around to see what the commotion was about.
"It's a good movie, right?" Brittany asked. "You look like you're enjoying it."
"It's old and corny." Santana stated dismissively, pretending to inspect her nails… though by the looks of it, they were cut super short and practically non-existent. Someone was getting lucky tonight.
"You take that back!" Rachel protested with an outraged gasp.
"Just not my thing, I guess," Santana drawled casually, leaning back and drinking beer. "No need to get all worked up about it, Rachie."
Rachel wriggled her nose and made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. "You're seriously drinking alcohol? You're not supposed to do that in this house. There are minors here, Santana, in case you haven't noticed! You're so irresponsible!"
"So what? I'm older so I make the rules." Santana muttered, sticking out her tongue at her childishly.
"Mom said you're not supposed to drink anymore!"
"What Emma doesn't know won't hurt her. Jesus, you need to live a little, Rachel." Santana chuckled. "Do you ever do anything fun at all?"
Brittany jumped up from the mattress as the argument continued, bouncing onto the couch casually and scooting over until she was sitting very close to the older sister who was watching her every move suspiciously.
Santana froze then when she finally composed herself and she began to shrink away a few inches whenever Brittany attempted to lean in closer. She leaned back so far that she practically fell off the side of the couch, completely flustered by Brittany's actions.
At least she's not running away from me anymore… that's progress, Brittany thought proudly.
"What do you want?" Santana eventually demanded and Brittany giggled because she was trying to sound so scary but really wasn't.
"Can I have some of that?" Brittany asked, pointing at the beer. "I want one."
"Brittany!" Rachel yelled in outrage. "You can't do that here!"
"No way…" Santana moved the beer out of Brittany's reach. "You're what, seventeen? I'm not gonna be responsible for corrupting Rachel's little friends."
"I've been eighteen for a few months." Brittany argued.
"Like that's any better," Santana snorted, mockingly. "You're not getting any."
"Hmph." Brittany pouted and rested her chin in her hands as she watched the TV glumly.
Moments later, Santana swaggered upstairs and looked up at Brittany in irritation when she followed her into the kitchen. She yelped and stepped behind the kitchen table, putting plenty of space between the two of them.
"So is this like a game where you hide and then I have to find you or the other way around?" Brittany asked in a flat tone.
"W-what?" Santana sputtered.
"I think you're hiding something." Brittany said with a smirk as Santana watched her nervously.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Santana muttered, rolling her eyes.
"You're not really as bad as you try to act and I know you wouldn't hurt me or Rachel even though you act so tough."
"Hmph." Santana grunted, turning away from her.
"You really just wanted to come home and hang out with us, right?" Brittany quipped, glancing at Santana knowingly. "The cheerleading thing was just a lie to Rachel. We can be your friends if you want."
"What? That's…ridiculous. As if." Santana grunted. She turned around and went up to her room, ignoring Rachel and her friends for the rest of the night because she had "better things to do," even though Brittany knew she was miserable but her pride wouldn't let her admit that.