The first time Brittany had thought about marrying Santana, she had been at one of Puck's parties in junior year. She had been dating Artie at the time, but her and Santana had made up and were talking to each other again. It was a party filled with cheerios and football players, but most importantly alcohol. When the night had started, Santana had been hanging on Sam's arm, making out with him all over the house in front of everyone. It had reminded Brittany of a dog marking its territory, and had made her so sick that she almost left. But then, when Santana had started drinking, she had come to find Brittany, and had not left her since. They had drank together, played many games and eventually had kissed, for the first time since Santana had told her she loved her. When a couple of football players had come by and made some gross comments, a drunk Santana had nearly ripped their heads off, claiming that her and Brittany's relationship was none of their business and that she'd crack their nuts if they ever came near Brittany again.
In that moment, Brittany had realised that Santana was capable of getting over the fear she had of coming out as gay, and that in her heart, she really did love Brittany. She had felt a hope for their relationship that she had not had before. By the end of the party, Santana had told everyone how awesome Brittany was, and had made a comment to Puck that whoever Brittany married would be so lucky, and would definitely have to be as awesome as her. That was when Brittany had thought it. She hadn't meant to, but at Santana's words the image of her standing at the alter facing Santana, both of them wearing white dresses, popped into her head, and since then, Brittany could not get the thought out of her head.
After that, things had gone a bit downhill. Santana had not been able to go to prom with her, and was pretending to date Karofsky. Brittany was sure she had to be pretending, because as much as Santana acted like a cold-hearted bitch, she could never actually forgive Dave for the way he had treated Kurt, much less fall in love with him, as she so claimed. These things pushed thoughts of marrying Santana out of her mind. But then, they had gone to New York for nationals, and everything had changed. Santana was different. She was freer and open about her feelings. She and Brittany had talked, and Santana had apologised and explained everything. They had walked through the streets hand in hand, they had gone into coffee shops and diners alone together, and Santana had not felt the need to make it known that they weren't dating. Again Brittany saw herself married to Santana, having regular date nights while a babysitter watched their kids. This time this reality seemed so much more attainable. There was nothing keeping them apart anymore.
Throughout their time dating in high school, Brittany and Santana talked about marriage and starting a family very often. They had talked about living in a nice house, not too big but with enough space for at least four kids a dog and Lord Tubbington. They would both be famous in their own career fields, so they'd have enough money to go on vacations around the world, but also to come home and visit their families regularly. Santana's grandmother would have let go of her hatred and would be in their kids' lives, while their parents would spoil them rotten with gifts and candy whenever they saw them. Their children would be raised bilingual and go to public school so that they didn't become pretentious snotty celebrity kids.
It was of these things that Brittany was dreaming of as she lay passed out over Santana's back, her upper body rising and falling slowly as Santana breathed in and out. She woke up suddenly, a boy's words ringing in her ears.
"Santana" she said loudly, shaking Santana violently. "Santana" she repeated, this time slapping Santana's back.
"Huh. Oh my God…What Britt?" Santana's voice was hoarse and dry.
"We have to get married" Brittany said.
"Now?" Santana asked, already getting up as if unprepared to tell Brittany that getting married right at that moment was not ideal.
Brittany shook her head and pulled Santana back onto the bed, lying back on top of her.
"No. Not right now. But we need to start planning tomorrow."
Santana nodded into the pillow. "We'll start tomorrow Britt" Santana said, before her body relaxed into the mattress and she fell asleep again. Brittany smiled contentedly and then whispered,
"Don't worry Kyler, we're going to get married" as she fell back asleep.
It would be almost two years before Brittany remembered the dream she had just had, or the name she had just called.
The next morning Santana woke up with a migraine so powerful that she could barely open her eyes. She could feel Brittany's weight on top of her, and as she squinted her eyes, she could see the light streaming through the curtains. She closed her eyes and groaned, trying to will some energy into her limbs so she could get up.
"Britt get up" Santana whispered, finally having woken up enough to realise that her bladder was full to bursting. Brittany did not stir in the slightest. Santana tried calling her several more times, until finally just crawling her way out from under her. It took great effort, but Santana finally pulled one of her legs free, toppling onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Santana?" Brittany asked loudly, causing both of them to groan and wince. "Santana?" She called again, this time her voice barely audible. Santana grunted in response. "Did you fall? Are you okay?" Brittany dragged her head until it hung off the edge of the bed and looked at Santana through tiny slits in her eyelids. Santana nodded, her eyes still closed. She smiled at the fact that Brittany had been dead to the world a minute ago, but had woken instantly at Santana's fall. "What time is it?" Brittany asked, closing her eyes. Santana made a noise in the back of her throat and then slowly pushed herself off the floor. When she was upright she swayed slightly then opened one eye to look at the alarm clock.
"It's just after 12" she told Brittany, then she turned and walked into the bathroom, not closing the door to prevent the noise she knew it would make.
"I feel like I died. Did we die?" Brittany asked, making Santana snort with laughter, and then groan and clutch her head.
"Don't make me laugh Britt" Santana told her, as Brittany got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. She had to hold back a laugh at Brittany's appearance. Her hair was tangled and sticking up in every direction, there were lines all over her face and drool stains on her cheeks. Her eyes were blood shot and puffy.
"HA!" Brittany said, as she stood at the sink looking down at Santana. "You look awful"
"So do you" Santana said defensively.
"Looks like I did a good number on your neck too" Brittany said smirking. Santana looked down at her bare chest as far as she could. There were large purple bruises all over her boobs, and she could tell there would be some more higher up on her neck. She looked up at Brittany who was bending over the sink and quickly dropped the grin on her face. She wiped, flushed and jumped up.
"Britt your back!" she ran her hand over Brittany's back, where there were several red lines from her shoulders down to the base of her spine. Some were a light red, while others looked darker and slightly swollen. "Oh my God" Santana said, her voice louder than it had been before. "Does it hurt?" she looked at Brittany apologetically.
"Does your neck?" Brittany asked.
"In the usual way" Santana told her, lying. In truth, her neck hurt a lot more than usual, but she could handle it and saw no reason to make Brittany feel worse.
"Good. No my back doesn't hurt. It's a little itchy, maybe kinda sore if you press it. But it's fine"
"We must have gone really crazy yesterday" Santana said, tracing the lines on Brittany's back and smirking.
"Yeah, I wish we could remember it. I don't remember anything after we jumped into the pond." Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Let's go find Noah". Santana laughed and nodded enthusiastically, then stopped suddenly and clutched her head, remembering her splitting headache.
They walked out of the bathroom after taking an asprin each, grabbing oversized t-shirts and underwear, throwing them on, and making their way slowly to the living room, squinting against the light. Puck was lying half on the floor half on the couch, his mouth wide open and snoring softly.
"How should we wake him up?" Santana whispered. Brittany walked into the kitchen and filled a glass with water, then walked back and without warning dumped it on Puck. He shot up from the couch, staggered backwards and then fell to the floor, pressing his hand against his eyes.
"Rise and shine Cinderella" Santana called as she watched Puck in amusement.
"You guys are evil bitches. Ok tell me what you want so I can go back to sleep." Puck spat at them venomously, not removing his hand from his eyes.
"We told you yesterday. Santana wants coffee and I want a smoothie. Put on a shirt and we'll text you the addresses."
Puck nodded curtly and got up to look for his shirt. When he was dressed he walked over to Brittany and Santana who were now lying tangled together on the couch.
"Keys" he said shortly. Santana opened her eyes and looked at Brittany with raised eyebrows.
"Someone's not in a very good mood Britt"
"So rude" Brittany said, shaking her head. Then they both turned to look at Puck.
"Are you going to give me the keys or not?" He asked, irritation evident in his voice. Santana sighed in mock disappointment.
"Fine, but we'll talk about your service when you get back Noah" She said seriously. Puck rolled his eyes. "The keys should be in my bag"
"Where's your bag?"
Santana frowned at him and tutted disapprovingly. "Noah Noah…that's not my problem. You need the keys, you find them."
Puck groaned loudly and kicked the couch in anger.
"Watch it" Brittany scolded him. "We're nursing hangovers over here". Puck glared at her and then walked away to look for the keys.
Quinn woke up just as Puck returned, and sent him out again to get her some breakfast burritos with extra bacon and a coffee. Puck looked close to tears as he picked up the keys again and walked out.
"Amazing timing" Santana said as Quinn plopped herself down on the other couch. Quinn smiled and tilted her head in a small bow.
"Glad to see you guys alive. After yesterday I really didn't expect you guys to be awake till sundown."
"Why?" Brittany asked turning her head slowly from Santana's neck to look at Quinn.
Quinn looked at them incredulously. "You don't remember? Damn, maybe Noah was right."
"About what?" Brittany asked
"That you were drunker than us"
"Will you just tell us what happened?" Santana asked, getting annoyed.
"Well from the hickies all over your neck I bet you already know. You guys would not stop making out the entire way home. You kept stopping and Noah and I would turn around and find one of you propped up on a wall or car. It was too much even for him." Brittany and Santana looked at each other with cheeky grins.
"But that wasn't even as bad as when we got into the house. God, it was so gross. You guys were throwing your clothes around everywhere, moaning and…" Quinn broke off, making a gagging noise. Santana laughed while Brittany buried her face in Santana's neck, her whole face turning red. "I had to stuff my ears with cotton wool to be able to sleep." Quinn finished, shaking her head and screwing up her face in disgust.
"Come on…it couldn't have been that bad" Santana said, peering down at Brittany, who was still hiding her face.
Quinn gave her an incredulous look, and then cleared her throat and threw her head back. "Oh Santana, you feel so good…Oh Britt, I love you so much, you fuck me so good…Oh yeah Santana right there, harder baby…Oh fuck-"
"OK OK STOP!" Brittany yelled, clutching Santana's shirt and burying herself even further into her neck.
Santana pressed her eyes shut at the loud noise, trying to think past the pulsing of her brain. "Don't be embarrassed B. If Quinn can't handle our sweet lady sex then maybe she should start apartment hunting. It's not our fault that we're so awesome."
Quinn made another gagging noise.
"Can you stop doing that, you're making me feel sick" Santana told Quinn.
"Then we're even." Quinn said laughing.
They sat in silence until Puck came back, then they talked about the concert and their night of celebration.
"I should probably call Emma, or Eve…I don't know, I should call someone, and then we have to call our parents Britt." Santana said, tapping Brittany's back to tell her to get up.
"Why?" Brittany asked, lying back down in Santana's vacated spot and closing her eyes.
"To start wedding planning" Santana said, walking to their room. Brittany's eyes snapped open. She had completely forgotten about that. Getting married didn't seem so urgent anymore.
"We don't have to S" she called from the couch.
"You said we had to last night" Santana called back
"I bet she said a lot of things last night" Puck said snickering.
"Shut up Noah. You keep talking like that and I just might feel like another smoothie. Maybe some Chinese food too." Brittany snapped. Puck raised his hands in surrender.
"I was drunk last night" Brittany said, now talking to Santana. "Very drunk"
Santana emerged from their room looking down at her phone screen.
"Are you saying you don't want to get married?"
"No I'm not saying that S. I'm not saying that at all, but this is still kind of a crazy time and I don't want you to feel like we absolutely have to get married right this second. Like we said, it's ok to wait."
Santana looked up from her phone and smiled at Brittany. "Britt we've put it off long enough. We're always going to be busy, but now it's time to prioritise what really matters." Brittany smiled back at Santana and nodded. "Besides, I have an assistant now, and she can handle most things." Santana wiggled her eyebrows making Brittany laugh.
"So you guys are finally going to do it?" Quinn asked hopefully.
"Yup" they both told her.
"Alright!" Puck yelled, but was quickly silenced by a pillow thrown at his head. "What was that for Quinn? They were just yelling" he pointed at Brittany and Santana.
Quinn shrugged. "So I'm guessing me and Puck are maids of honour."
"Hold on, hold on, no way. I'm not being called that. I'm gonna be a lesbro of honour or a best man. Those are the only titles I'm accepting."
"No one has even asked you yet Noah." Santana said laughing.
"We all know how it's going to be. Quinn is going to be Britt's maid of honour, and I'm going to be your best man."
Santana shook her head but didn't say anything, deciding instead to call Emma. As Emma talked, she listened to Brittany and Quinn talk about possible dates and how many people they wanted to invite.
"Your families obviously, me, Puck, Elaine?" Brittany nodded. "Ok, Elaine, who else?"
"I want to invite some people from the studio, Syth and Chad definitely." Quinn nodded. "I bet Santana wants to invite some people from the record too." Brittany looked at Santana, who nodded her confirmation. "Yeah, so I can think of about 10 people she'd want to invite from the studio, plus her band of course." Quinn nodded again, then she looked at Puck expectantly.
"What?" Brittany asked, looking between the two of them.
"What about…you know...Mercedes and Kurt and Rachel. Those guys…you know?" Puck asked, clearly uncomfortable.
Brittany winced, not having expected that at all. She hadn't even thought about those guys. She looked at Santana, who was wide eyed and already staring at her. Santana shook her head almost imperceptibly, but Brittany caught it.
"I don't know. We'll have to talk about it, but I don't think so." She told Puck and Quinn.
Puck nodded accepting this answer, but Quinn continued to look dissatisfied.
"Britt, we went to high school with them for four years. Yeah they weren't our best friends but they were important to you guys at a point. Hell you guys lived with them for a year and a half."
Brittany shrugged, refusing to meet Quinn's eye.
"Look Quinn, we just outgrew them. I don't want to have to deal with them at my wedding." Santana said, having hung up the phone.
"What do you mean deal with them?" Quinn asked.
"Come on Q, you know how they are. They'll keep saying 'how far we've come' and how much we've changed. Rachel and Mercedes will constantly compare their accomplishments with ours, who even understands what goes on with Artie and Tina, but it won't be fun dealing with that judgement, and then Sam…oh man…I couldn't even explain to you how much I don't want Sam there" Brittany said.
Santana nodded along in agreement.
"Quinn you know they're right. We don't have to stay friends with them just because we feel bad for how we treated them in high school. They've been annoying me with calls and emails ever since I performed with Santana a few weeks ago. I know they've been even worse with you since you actually keep in contact with them. I don't blame Britt and Santana for not wanting them there."
Quinn sighed. "Yeah I get it, but it's going to be so awkward telling them that."
"Why do you have to tell them anything?" Santana asked, sitting down next to Brittany.
"They'll find out. They'll see pictures or something, and then it'll be me they bombard with questions.
"Tell them it's for family only, and you guys are invited cause you're our best friends." Brittany suggested.
"Or tell them we don't want them there" Santana suggested.
"I can't tell them that" Quinn gasped.
"Whatever," Santana shrugged, "I will then. I think they should know" Puck nodded. "I'll tell them if they have the guts to ask me. Anyway…Britt, get your laptop let's call the Pierces.
After two very long skype calls with each of their parents, Brittany and Santana officially picked a wedding date and wedding colours. They were going to get married on July 8th, and their colours were navy blue and blood red, with baby blue added to floral decorations and table settings for balance. Santana then called Eve to tell her they had set the date, and to ask her to start calling wedding planners and looking for venues available at that time. Santana actually already had a venue in mind, but she didn't want to voice it in front of Brittany in case it didn't work out. She would talk to Eve in private when she next went in to work. When they had finished talking to Eve, Brittany moved from her seat on the couch to sit on Santana's lap.
"We're getting married" she whispered, resting her head on Santana's. Santana smiled.
"Yeah we are baby. I can't wait to be your wife."
Santana would never forget the first birthday she had after she had met Brittany. Her dad had woken her up early like he did every year, kissed her on the head and wished her a happy birthday before heading in to the hospital. Her mother had made breakfast herself, like she did every year, and promised Santana that they would go out to dinner when she got back from work. As Santana got ready for school, she had gotten dozens of birthday texts from her 'friends', mostly just asking when her birthday party was going to be. Quinn had called to remind her that it was important that the party be the best one she had ever thrown, because they were in high school now, and they had to make an impression. She was ready to head out to school with her driver, when the sound of a car pulling into her driveway caught her attention. She walked to the front door and as she pulled it open was assaulted by dozens of balloons and glitter. She was annoyed for only a second, before two blonde heads popped out from behind the balloons, both grinning uncontrollably.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" Brittany and Ashley yelled. Santana bent down and picked up Ashley, who kissed her on the cheek and gave her a huge hug around the neck. Brittany too moved around the balloons, some of which were floating away, and linked her arm through Santana's.
"Do you like them?" She asked after a moment, when Santana still hadn't said anything. Santana had been swallowing thickly, trying not to cry.
"Britt…wow. Yes I love them! Thank you" She turned away from the balloons and looked into Brittany's eyes, trying to convey just how meaningful this was to her.
"Santana dear happy birthday" Susan said, walking up the steps to her front door. "I tried to get them to wait, I was trying to call one of your parents to make sure it was okay-"
"Oh they're both at work. But it's completely okay, they wouldn't care anyway" Santana had interrupted. "Come inside let me put the balloons in my room." Susan nodded and followed Santana and her daughters into the house.
"I'll just wait here dear" Susan told her, stopping before the kitchen. Santana nodded. "Ashley come here" she added as an afterthought.
"Mummy I want to see Santana's room too" Ashley whined, but still jumped down from Santana's arms.
"She can show you another time bug. Go ahead Santana, we'll just be down here." Santana nodded and walked up the stairs leading Brittany.
"So this is my room" she said, as she opened the door. They had only been friends for about two months, and Santana had not yet felt comfortable bringing Brittany to her house. People always treated her differently when they saw how rich she was, and while she usually didn't care, there was something about Brittany that made Santana actually care what she thought about her. Even now she felt strangely self-conscious as Brittany looked around her room.
"It's black" Brittany said turning and smiling widely at Santana. Santana nodded, unsure what to say to this. "Mine's white. We're like Yin and Yang". Santana's smile matched Brittany's.
"Yeah I guess we are."
"Ok so your room is super cool, and I want to come back and look at it properly, but if we don't leave we're gonna be late for school" Brittany informed Santana, who only nodded once again.
"Why are you so quiet today?" Brittany asked her, moving a step closer.
"I just…I don't know. This is really cool of you. No one has ever done this for me before." Santana confessed quietly. Brittany was shocked by this, not sure if Santana was saying no one had ever given her balloons before, or if no one had ever cared so much about her birthday in general. She suspected it was a little bit of both.
"What about Quinn…or your parents." She asked hesitantly.
Santana scoffed. "Quinn didn't even actually wish me happy birthday. She just called to make sure I'm throwing a party worthy of high school." Brittany's eyes widened. "And my parents stopped making a big deal about my birthdays when I was 10. Every year they say we're going to go out for dinner, or cut a cake together or go somewhere special, but they end up cancelling because 'something came up at work'". She didn't know why she was telling Brittany all of this, usually she never told anyone anything about her life, but, and she noticed she thought this a lot, there was just something about Brittany. Something in her eyes that made Santana want to be honest about how much it hurt to have no one care that it was her birthday.
Brittany nodded in understanding and took another step towards Santana. "Quinn's not a very good best friend." She said matter-of-factly. Santana snorted with laughter.
"I wouldn't know"
"What do you mean? Isn't she your best friend?" Santana laughed fully this time.
"No way" she shook her head violently.
"Girls we should get going" Susan yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Brittan grabbed Santana's hand and looked her dead in the eye.
"Well then I'm your best friend" Santana stared into Brittany's eyes, seeing the sincerity in her words, but also something else. She felt as though Brittany was taking her under her wing. As though she had just been adopted into her 'family' like the mafia. She knew that Brittany was telling her that from now on, she would never feel alone again.
For the rest of the day, Brittany kept presenting Santana with gifts. At her locker before first period, Brittany had pulled out a silver charm bracelet, and in her locker Santana found a small black teddy bear holding a red heart that had "Happy B-Day" stitched into it in black thread. At lunch, Santana had gone to retrieve her bag from her locker and had found it filled with candy and several notes with funny birthday lines on them; 'Another year you get older, time to start getting wiser' and 'I suppose I should congratulate you on surviving the earth's revolution around the sun so…happy birthday'. Before cheerios practice, Brittany had given Santana three drawings from Ashley. One was of Santana at the top of the cheerleading pyramid, one was of Ashley, Santana and Brittany together in a pool, and the last one was of Brittany's whole family, and Santana sitting right in the centre. This had been the gift closest to making her cry. She would have, if Quinn hadn't barged in and dragged them to the field.
When school let out, Brittany convinced Santana to come to her house. She wouldn't say it, but she had realised that Santana was going to go home to an empty house for at least 6 hours before her party. When they got to Brittany's house, Susan and Pierce had decorated the whole house with birthday decorations and balloons. There was a table filled with snacks and a cake, with 'Happy birthday Santana' written across it. Santana had burst into tears, unable to handle the range of emotions she was experiencing. She felt love for the Pierces, anger and sadness that her own parents didn't do this for her, and embarrassed that Brittany's parents now knew what her home life was like. Susan had been the first to reach Santana, and had held her in her arms, shushing her and telling her that everything was ok. She leaned forward so she was right beside Santana's ear and whispered,
"We're family now dear. It's okay"
Spending her afternoon with the Pierces had been so awesome that Santana seriously dreaded going to her own party, but Quinn had called her nearly 20 times and eventually Brittany convinced her that she would regret it if she didn't. Even though the party had been like all of her parties, having Brittany made this one so much more fun. She didn't feel like killing anyone, and actually enjoyed herself. That night, Santana had gone to sleep with a smile on her face, feeling happier than she had in a long time. So happy that even the text from her parents cancelling dinner had not upset her. Every year since then, Brittany had made sure that Santana loved her birthday.
Brittany woke up at 4 am on November 17th and snuck out of the house to Elaine's. She only had to knock once before the door swung open.
"Everything is in the living room. Goodnight" Elaine said briskly. Brittany smiled and whispered
"Thank you"
Heading into the living room. It took her nearly twenty minutes to move everything into her apartment, and another hour to set everything up. At six AM she went out and bought several hundred flowers, Santana's favourite coffee and a breakfast burrito for Quinn. She got back into bed at a quarter to 8, and had just wrapped her arm around Santana's waist when the alarm clock went off. Santana turned around quickly and shut it off, then settled herself facing Brittany, who was pretending to just be waking up.
"Morning baby" Santana said, kissing Brittany softly.
"Morning my love. Happy birthday" Brittany kissed her again, deepening it until they both had to part for air. "I love you so much Santana".
"I love you t-"Santana was cut off as she saw a balloon floating behind Brittany. She sat up and frowned, then she turned to look around the room and gasped. "Brittany Pierce" she said in awe. She was looking at dozens of black balloons, all filled with different pieces of candy, and the number 22 written in gold on all of them. "When did you even do this?"
Brittany shrugged, grinning. Santana looked just like she had the first time Brittany had given her balloons. She finally turned and looked at Brittany with all of the love she could muster.
"You're amazing Brittany" She said, kissing Brittany again. "What else have you done?" Brittany shrugged again." I know there's more" Kissing Brittany one more time Santana made her way out of bed and down the hall to the kitchen and living room. The whole thing was lined with white daisies, their stems painted black and coated in gold flecks. Santana walked slowly, trying to commit every single flower to memory. Finally turning the corner and walking into the space leading to the kitchen and living room, Santana felt tears filling her eyes.
"Aww Brittany! My heart" she said under her breath. She was staring at a large glass box, about her height, filled with letters, and another identical box filled with jelly beans and lollipops. The elites of Candy according to Santana. Beside it was a small pile of presents all wrapped in black and gold wrapping paper. "I'm sensing a theme" she joked. Brittany giggled and nodded, hugging Santana from behind. "What are the letters?"
"Fan mail" Brittany answered.
"What?" Santana asked in astonishment, leaning forward and turning her head to face Brittany.
"I know" Brittany said, raising her eyebrows and nodding in shared shock.
Santana forgot her shock though as she noticed what was on the kitchen island. There was a massive banner with "Happy 22nd" written in gold, a spread of doughnuts and a large cup of coffee. More flowers were scattered all over the island as well.
"Baby… seriously why….are you…so…good to me? When did you do all this?" Santana was cupping Brittany's cheeks, kissing her after every few words.
"Because I love you Santana, and it's your birthday." Brittany answered, ignoring Santana's second question.
"Uhh….woaahhh" Quinn said. Walking into the room. "Did you see the corridor?" She was looking at the glass boxes as she spoke. "Oh Happy birthday Santana" she said, jumping forward and hugging Santana fiercely.
"Thanks Quinn" Santana croaked. When she was released she gave and exaggerated gasp for air, which Quinn rolled her eyes at. "And yes I did see. Britt did it."
"It's so awesome. You guys have forever ruined love for me you know?" Quinn said in mock annoyance.
"Yeah, Britt is totally awesome" Santana said, smiling at Brittany.
"What's with the letter? Don't tell me it's reasons you love her or I'm seriously going to throw up"
Brittany laughed. "Relax. It's fan mail." Quinn gasped and spun around to look at the box again.
"What? Really?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes really" Brittany answered.
"All of it?" Santana asked skeptically. "For me?"
"Yes Santana. Let's go open some and see."
An hour later, Quinn, Brittany, Elaine and Puck sat reading fan mail. Some of it was not letters, but photos, drawings or songs people had written that they wanted her to sing.
"Wow listen to this..." Puck said, getting everyone's attention.
"Dear Santana, My name is Rachel, I am from Brazil. I saw your many videos on YouTube and I have fallen in love with you. There are so few Latina musicians for our generation, and you represent us beautifully. The way you integrate Spanish into your songs is so different from other artists. You aren't doing it to seem different, you aren't doing it to prove you're ethnicity, you're doing it because it's who you are. Your music is authentic and I have downloaded all of them so far. You inspire me and so many other Hispanics to just be who we are, not what the whites think we are. I am a huge fan of yours, and I hope to one day be able to tell you how much you mean to me in person. I love you!"
Santana stared at Puck in utter shock. She could not wrap her head around the fact that there was someone in Brazil that knew who she was.
"Oh gosh, listen to this one…" Quinn said.
"Hi Santana, my name is Macy, I'm 13 years old and live in Lima Ohio. My sister told me that you also come from Lima Ohio. She's 17, and she's the one who showed me your videos. I love you so much! Your voice is like the voice of an angel, but mostly I love you because you are a lesbian. I think I am a lesbian too, and my sister told me that it's not normal. But when I watch your videos and see you having fun with your friends and dancing with your girlfriend, it looks very normal to me, so I think my sister lied, or she was wrong. I think a lot of people in Lima are wrong. If you can be so happy, and become famous and sing for the whole world, and look so gorgeous too, then I think I can too. Thank you for showing me that. You make me believe that I will one day get out of Lima and find where I belong. Where people love and accept me. I hope you come back to Lima so I can meet you."
Quinn finished and looked up at Santana, the same astonishment reflected in her eyes. Everyone was silent as they took in the actual impact Santana was having.
"I didn't know I was…I mean I haven't done anything." Santana said, speaking to herself but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"You don't have to do anything. People are being inspired by just you being you, and they should" Brittany said, grabbing Santana's hand. "You're showing people that it's ok to be Hispanic, gay and a woman. You making it shows people that they can too Santana."
Santana seemed in a daze. She nodded slowly, but unconvincingly. She was wringing her hands together like she always did when she was panicking, and her breathing had picked up slightly.
"Ok, let's just take a minute. We can read more later, or another day" Puck said, placing the letter he was holding into the 'read' pile and standing up.
"Yeah" Brittany agreed. "S stand up, we have a birthday to celebrate." She stood up too and pulled Santana up by the hand she had been holding.
"Yeah ok…a birthday?"
"Your birthday" Quinn said, standing up too.
"Right yeah" Santana said, shaking her head and refocusing on the conversation.
"Alright what's the plan?" Elaine asked, remaining seated.
Brittany looked at Santana and grinned. "Well you guys may want to leave for about two hours,"
"Oh gross!" Quinn groaned, covering her ears. Santana laughed.
"What? It's tradition." Brittany said, still grinning. "So you guys leave, and then we can go out for lunch"
Puck high fived Brittany and headed to go get changed while Quinn showered and Elaine left to her apartment.
20 minutes later, Puck and Quinn walked out of the apartment. Brittany turned the lock and then turned to look at Santana.
"They're gone" she whispered, walking towards Santana. "And you are wearing too many clothes."
"Oh sorry" Santana said smirking. She lifted her shirt up slowly, taking in a sharp breath as she felt Brittany's hands on her stomach, following her shirt up as she pulled it off. When the shirt was off, Brittany moved her hands further upwards, trailing up Santana's neck and then cupping her cheeks.
"A bit better" She said before capturing Santana's lips with hers. She licked her top lip with her tongue, and when Santana parted her lips, she hesitated momentarily, feeling Santana's breath on her face, and then snaked her tongue into her mouth, exploring it fully before meeting Santana's tongue. Santana suddenly pulled Brittany's shirt upwards, forcing them to separate so that it could pass her head, but before the shirt hit the floor their lips were connected again.
Brittany began to walk forward, forcing Santana back until she hit the Kitchen Island, then Brittany bent down and caught Santana by her thighs, lifting her upwards and resting her on top of it. Santana moaned into Brittany's mouth as she landed on the counter, and pulled her so close to her that their breasts were pressing together. They both moaned at the contact. Brittany used one hand to pull Santana's head back roughly by her hair, while the other unbuttoned her jeans. She trailed kisses from Santana's mouth down her chin and along the side of her neck. She nibbled on the point just below Santana's ear, breathing heavily so that her breath tickled Santana's ear.
"Fuck B" Santana breathed out, beginning to squirm as she looked for some pressure between her legs. Brittany smirked and moved the hand that had been playing with the hem of Santana's underwear upwards to her boobs. First she cupped the left breast and squeezed, making Santana arch her back slightly. Then her index finger moved in slow circles around the nipple, which was hardening rapidly. After a few seconds, when Santana's breathing had gotten heavier, she lowered her head and nipped at the right nipple through the bra.
Santana's back arched violently now, and her hand shot up to the back of Brittany's head, pushing her breast further into her mouth. Brittany moved a hand to Santana's back and unclasped her bra, which Santana threw off quickly, hurriedly guiding Brittany's mouth back to her nipple. When she felt Brittany's wet tongue against her skin she moaned loudly, throwing her head back. Brittany took turns ravishing each breast, leaving small hickies on each one before she could no longer take the aching of her own core. She pulled Santana closer against her and then grabbed her ass.
"Lock your ankles babe" she husked, her voice thick with arousal. When she felt that Santana had complied, she stepped back from the counter top. As she walked to their bedroom, Santana kissed along the side of her face, licked and bit her lips and jaw, and then began a descent to her neck. She had to pause several times, too aroused to properly see where she was going. Finally, she entered their room and walked quickly to the bed, where she dropped Santana.
As soon as she hit the bed, Santana was removing her pants, while Brittany had thrown off her own bra, and pushed down her pants, leaving on the underwear. Santana pouted.
"Don't pout Santana, we can think of a fun way to take them off later." Brittany said, crawling up the bed and positioning herself between Santana's legs. They kissed passionately for several minutes, hands roaming each other's bodies. Brittany then pulled away and tugged Santana down the bed, so that she was lying flat. She licked down Santana's neck and between her breasts, then stopped just above her belly button.
"I love every single part of you Santana" she said, looking up at Santana who was looking up at the ceiling.
"I lo…I love you t..too Brittany" Santana stuttered. She was finding it hard to form thoughts as she felt Brittany's breath on her lower stomach, so close to her throbbing clit, and Brittany's fingers pinching her nipples.
"I love every mole, birth mark and beauty spot" Brittany said, rubbing her breasts up and down Santana's mound, trying to ignore her growing lust as she smelled Santana's juices, and felt them coating her chest.
"Every one?" Santana managed to ask, almost shaking with anticipation, knowing what Brittany was going to do next.
Brittany licked the collection of beauty spots below Santana's belly button. Santana shivered. Brittany moved her head to Santana's right side and licked a small mole there. Santana shivered again. Brittany moved lower until her face was between Santana's legs. She kissed a beauty spot high up in the inner centre of Santana's right thigh, making her moan. She kissed the same leg on the knee, where Santana had a birth mark, then she moved to the other leg, raised it and kissed the calf, where another birth mark was. She then kissed up Santana's leg, as close to her centre as possible without actually touching it, and looked at Santana.
"Every single one" she said, making sure to breath directly onto her glistening lips. Santana's whole body tensed, and she seemed to be holding her breath. Her hands were clutching the sheets at her sides in a fist and her eyes were closed tightly as though she was in deep concentration.
"Santana" Brittany called. The second Santana looked down at her, Brittany flicked her tongue through Santana's wet folds.
"Fuuuuck" Santana moaned out, letting out the breath she had been holding and arching her back off the bed. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's thighs and pushed them apart. She kissed her pussy lips twice before separating them with her tongue and taking a long lick, stopping at Santana's clit. She could feel Santana trembling with desire.
"You like that baby?" She asked, kissing her lower lips again.
Santana took in a deep breath and nodded. "So good" She said. Her voice was deeper than usual and had acquired the sexy raspiness that drove Brittany crazy. Brittany took another long lick, stopping again at the clit. Santana groaned and bucked her hips.
"What do you want baby?" Brittany asked, blowing on Santana's now dripping pussy.
"Take it in your mouth"
Brittany supressed a shiver at the lust dripping from Santana's every word. She had wanted to tease her more, but she found herself unable to deny the request. She moved her head upwards, licked Santana's clit rapidly once, twice, three times, and then took it suddenly into her mouth.
"Ohh fffuck" Santana practically growled, spurring Brittany on. She sucked on her clit and licked it simultaneously, something that always sent Santana into a frenzy.
"Oh God Bitt. Shit just like that….Oh God…Oh God Brittany" Santana was breathing quickly now, and her hands were moving all over her body, squeezing her breasts, rubbing her stomach, clutching the sheets, tangling in Brittany's hair. It was like she couldn't decide what would feel most good.
Brittany let go of one of Santana's thighs, feeling her way upwards until it rested on one of her breasts, then she lowered herself flat on her stomach and brought the other hand close to her mouth. As she grazed Santana's clit gently with her teeth, she entered her with two fingers.
Santana gasped, raising her hips, and let out a long high pitched moan. Brittany moaned as well, feeling wetness pool in her underwear as she witness Santana writhing in pleasure.
"Come here" Santana said breathlessly, pulling Brittany's hair to bring her upwards. Brittany kissed her clit one more time and then crawled up Santana's body, her one hand still moving in and out of her at a slow pace. "God Britt you feel so good" Santana breathed into her mouth as she kissed Brittany recklessly, tasting herself on her lips and tongue.
"Yeah?" Brittany asked, picking up her pace slightly and moving to kiss Santana's neck.
"God yes!" Santana nearly shouted, as Brittany hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "I love how your fingers feel inside me baby. You make me so wet. Can you feel it?"
Brittany moaned deeply, moving her fingers faster and deeper in Santana. She could feel it. Santana's juices were coating her fingers, and she could feel it dripping down the palm of her hand. "Yeah" she finally breathed out.
"For you baby. You do this to me" Santana said, her voice straining as she moaned again. Brittany bit down on Santana's nipple and added a third finger as she penetrated her.
"Oh FUCK BRITT" Santana yelled. "I'm so close baby" her grip on Brittany's hair tightened.
"Yeah" Brittany moaned more than asked. Santana just nodded. Brittany brought her thumb to circle and push against Santana's clit.
"Oh yeah…yeah Britt don't stop. Fuck fuck fuck" Santana's back was again arched off the bed. Brittany used her body to push her back onto the bed, moaning as the felt Santana's full naked body against her then lowered her head and whispered into Santana's ear.
"Cum for me Santana. Come on my fingers"
Santana's eyes fluttered closed and she threw her arms around Brittany, holding her tight against her body. Brittany could feel every shudder and quake that Santana's body made as juices rushed over her fingers and into the palm of her hand.
"Fuuuck" Santana moaned out, loosening her grip on Brittany. She turned her head and kissed Brittany slowly and lazily, clamping her thighs together when she tried to remove her fingers. "Wait" she whispered. Brittany nodded and propped her head on her hand, hovering over Santana.
"You're so beautiful" Brittany told her.
Santana blushed and used one hand to cover her face.
"How can you blush at me calling you beautiful after what we just did?" Brittany asked incredulously. Without lifting her hand Santana shrugged.
"It's different" she said simply. Brittany giggled and kissed Santana's hand until she removed it from her face.
"I love you so much you weirdo" she told her.
Santana's eyes softened, and Brittany felt the mood shift. Santana pulled Brittany's hand from out of her, shivering at the loss, brought the fingers to her lips and put each one in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around them and then released them with a loud smack. Brittany's forgotten arousal shot like lightening through her stomach straight to her clit, which throbbed. Santana leaned up and kissed her, then swung her leg around Brittany's waist and flipped them smoothly.
"Fuck" Brittany said. "I love it when you do that".
"I know" Santana said coolly, kissing down Brittany body. The way she licked and nibbled Brittany's nipples worked her up so quickly that Brittany could not stand anymore teasing.
"Santana" she said quietly. Santana looked at her and winked, then continued to kiss down her body until she settled between her legs. She kissed each thigh from the knee up to the centre, making Brittany squirm and her breathing quicken so that it was almost like she was hyperventilating. Then she caught Brittany's underwear between her teeth and dragged it down, stopping to let Brittany raise her hips, and then using her hands to pull them off her legs.
Suddenly, and without warning, Santana plunged her tongue into Brittany's pussy. She went straight into her extremely wet hole as deep as she could go, then pulled out, pressed her tongue flat against her folds and licked all the way up to her clit. She did this many more times, then just as Brittany was about to beg, she pulled her clit into her mouth.
"Ooooooh" Brittany drawled out. "Fuck meeee"
Santana moaned when Brittany cursed, and let her clit pop out of her mouth.
"You like that baby?" she asked her, sticking her tongue out and drawing figures around Brittany's clit, occasionally brushing over it. Brittany shuddered and bucked her hips up each time she felt Santana's wet tongue against her furiously throbbing clit.
"Yes baby. I love your mouth on my pussy. You're so good" Brittany knew how much Santana loved dirty talk. Santana moaned and plunged her tongue back into Brittany.
"Fuck me with your fucking tongue Santana" Santana picked up her pace, spurred on by Brittany's moaning and filthy words. Brittany reached down and grabbed Santana's hair, pulling harshly, though not hard enough to hurt. Santana brought her left hand over Brittany's thigh and began to rub, pinch and flick her clit as fast as she could.
"Yeah baby….oh fuck don't stop" Brittany moaned, pushing Santana's head closer to her pussy and spreading her legs wider. "Don't stop Santana I'm gonna cum"
Santana licked and sucked and fucked, alternating quickly and shoving her tongue into Brittany as deep as it would.
"Fuck….Santana Holy F…F..UUCK SANTANA" Brittany yelled, cuming hard into Santana's mouth. Santana didn't stop her assault until Brittany pushed her head back, her whole body convulsing with the power of her orgasm. Santana felt her own lust rising again as she watched Brittany cum. She ran her arms over Brittany's body, over her abs, clutching her breast, but not squeezing them. She then followed the trail her hands had followed with her lips, planting kisses as Brittany's body relaxed and her breathing returned to normal.
"You're so fucking sexy" Santana said, kissing Brittany neck and then laying on top of her, hearing her heartbeat and tracing a finger up and down her abs. "You're so sexy I could cry"
Brittany laughed and lifted up Santana's head so she could look at her. "Are you trying to tell me you want to go again?" she asked her, raising one eyebrow.
"That too. But I'm also just telling you facts" Santana said smirking. "It's ok if you're tired"
Brittany clutched her chest in mock offense. "Excuse me. My stamina is better than yours"
Santana closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm going to need proof."
"Proof huh?" Brittany asked, looking at the alarm clock and pretending to think. "I think we could find some in the shower" Santana nodded and got off the bed, holding out a hand for Brittany to take.
"I think we better go check."
"Do you think it's safe to enter?" Puck asked as he, Quinn and Elaine stood outside the door to Santana and Brittany's apartment.
"They said two hours, we've given them an extra 45 minutes. It should be fine." Elaine said. Puck nodded, but Quinn looked unconvinced.
"Wait Noah" she put a hand on Puck's shoulder as he was about to open the door. "This is Britt and Santana"
Puck nodded in understanding, then frowned. "But I'm so hungry" He complained.
"Maybe we should go to a restaurant and tell them to meet us there." Elaine suggested.
"They won't come-"
"Oh they're coming alright"
"Shut up Noah" Quinn cringed. "We have to go together or else they'll convince each other to blow us off" She raised a warning finger at Puck, who was already smirking at her choice of words.
"Fuck this then" Elaine said, and she walked forward and opened the door….or she tried to open the door.
"Locked"
"Of course they locked it" Quinn said in exasperation. "We might as well go to lunch without them"
Puck began banging furiously on the door and yelling "open up! Open up! Stop having sex and let's go" over and over again like a chant. Close to ten minutes later, after Quinn had called both Santana and Brittany's phones relentlessly, the door swung open and Puck nearly fell over.
"Are you guys serious?!" Santana asked angrily.
"It's 12:20 Santana, an hour later than we were supposed to come. So go get dressed and let's go." Elaine said, brushing past her.
"Gross Santana, couldn't you pick up your clothes as you came to open the door?" Quinn yelled, as Santana walked towards her room.
"NO" Santana yelled back.
"Why is she always so difficult?" Quinn asked nobody in particular.
"Wouldn't be Santana if she wasn't." Puck told her smirking.
"Is that the shower?" Elaine asked in disbelief. "Wasn't her hair wet when she answered the door?"
Puck guffawed and slapped his thigh. "I bet they had tons of shower sex. Now they actually have to get clean. Go Lopez-Pierce!"
"Shut up Noah…that's so disgusting I don't wanna think about that." Quinn grimaced.
"Maybe they're doing it right now" Puck said, wiggling his eyebrows. Quinn threw a couch pillow at Puck's head while he laughed at her dramatics.
"15 minutes and I'm going to get them" Quinn said, looking at her phone to check the time.
It turned out that Quinn's threat was unnecessary. Brittany and Santana had come out of the shower in 10 minutes, and only took another ten to get dressed. By 1 PM, they were all walking out the door.
"Ok where to?" Brittany asked, as she opened the passenger door for Santana, kissing her temple as she sat down.
"Thank you baby" Santana said. Brittany winked at her.
"I heard of this place on Cedar" Quinn said. "I think they're like a lunch lounge bar type thing."
"Where did you hear that?" Santana asked.
"At work" Quinn told her. Brittany and Santana turned round to face her, completely taken aback by her response. "What?"
"What do you mean 'at work'?" Brittany asked.
Quinn stared back at them. "What did you guys think I do all day when you leave the house?" Brittany and Santana looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "Puck and Elaine knew" Quinn added, buckling her seatbelt.
"Ok…well…where do you work?" Brittany asked slowly, finally turning back to face Quinn.
"At a bar"
"What?" Santana asked in bewilderment. "Hold on a second Fabray…what the hell are you working in a bar for? What about Yale?"
Quinn looked uncomfortably at Elaine, then sighed. "We're really going to do this now aren't we?" she asked in a defeated tone.
Santana frowned at Elaine, then looked at Brittany. Brittany shrugged.
"What the hell is going on Quinn" Santana asked her. Quinn closed her eyes as if in anguish.
"I left Yale" she finally said. There was silence as Santana tried to understand what she was hearing.
"Why would you do that?" Santana asked, growing angry. "Was this your idea?" Santana accused Elaine.
"What? Santana are you serious?" Elaine asked defensively.
"Well…she looked at you, what did that look mean if it wasn't your idea?" Santana asked, her voice raising.
"Santana I don't think-"
"And you knew about this?" Santana rounded on Puck, who had tried to speak. "Why the hell wouldn't you talk her out of it? You know how much it meant for her to go there after….everything."
"Santana stop" Quinn yelled, before Santana could continue her accusations. "Just stop. This is why I didn't want to tell you. It wasn't Elaine's idea, I just told her about it a couple of weeks ago when I was trying to figure out how to tell you. And Puck didn't even know till now"
Santana was frowning deeply. "Why are you being so stupid Quinn?" she asked her. "What on earth would possess you to drop out of college? Of YALE" Santana yelled.
"I don't know Santana…It wasn't right for me to be there. I'd been feeling so empty since I started there. I tried to fill my time with secret societies and being the best, affairs with my professors…I mean what was that?"
"That was pretty dumb" Santana agreed, "about as dumb as you dropping out."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "That's not why I left though. When I got here and saw how you guys were just living your dreams and being happy together, I thought… 'I want this'-"
"So you dropped out of Yale because Britt and I are in love. Are you serious?" Santana asked, her anger peaking.
"I don't think that's-" Brittany tried to speak, but was cut off by Quinn.
"SANTANA WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK"
Santana narrowed her eyes and folded her arms, but didn't speak. Quinn exhaled loudly.
"Look, I got here and you guys had just moved on from high school. You'd completely let go of the masks we'd made for ourselves, you'd even moved away from and excommunicated our friends. Meanwhile, I was at Yale still trying to be the top bitch slash perfect girl next door. I hadn't changed at all. But when I was here, I could just be me. You guys…you're good for me. I need you guys. So I called my mum and we talked about it, and I decided I'm not going back."
Brittany was looking at Quinn with a warm smile, nodding in understanding, but Santana was still frowning.
"What Santana?" Quinn asked her, irritated.
"Oh I can speak now?" Santana asked sarcastically.
"Baby don't do that. You're best friend is trying to tell you something important." Brittany said quietly, reaching for Santana's hand. But Santana jerked her hand away, still frowning at Quinn.
"Oh my best friend is trying to tell me something? I guess I should just shove away all my feelings about this and just accept what she's telling me"
"Santana"
"No Quinn…you know what, fine…maybe you weren't meant for Yale, maybe it is better for you to stay here, but I'm allowed to be mad. You've been here for months! You live in my apartment and we see each other every day. Before that, when Britt and I were still in New York, you visited once a month and we Skyped all of the time."
Brittany sighed, understanding what Santana was really upset about. Quinn continued to glare at her.
"So?" Quinn asked.
Santana scoffed. "SO…you had plenty of opportunities to tell me how you were feeling while you were at Yale. To talk to me about it, I could have helped you. Instead….you just dropped out and got a job and didn't even tell me."
Quinn closed her eyes, feeling the guilt wash over her. Without realising it, Quinn had just admitted to Santana that she had been doing for months what Santana hated most. Keeping secrets. She sat in silence, thinking hard. Her next words would have to be carefully chosen, otherwise this could really blow up.
"Santana, do you even know how important to me you are?" She started. Santana blinked, shocked by the sudden change in Quinn's voice. She sounded close to tears. Brittany smiled in approval. Only Quinn would be able to get out of this kind of conflict with Santana. Besides herself obviously.
Santana didn't say anything, so Quinn continued. "You're my oldest friend. You're the only person who can go toe to toe with me when I'm being bitchy, you call me out on my shit, you're the best slapper I've come across, and you have my back. We've been through so much Santana and it was ugly for a really long time, but you've always been there. Since kindergarten, you've always been there. Then we graduated and you weren't there anymore, and I mean in more than just the physical sense. You were going through a lot with Britt and you were always busy, and I'm pretty sure you were depressed."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Don't be dramatic" her tone was still annoyed, but it had lost its previous bite.
"Then you moved to New York and I was jealous because you were with all these other people and I was hearing stuff about you from Rachel, but you still weren't really talking to me."
"Yes I did, I called you all the time" Santana defended.
"Yeah, but it was short calls, and they were completely superficial. We didn't talk about anything real. Occasionally you'd tell me about how you feel about Britt, or about Dani, but that was it. We weren't really close anymore."
Santana bit her lip and nodded. Brittany turned and looked out the window, understanding completely what Quinn was saying. She had been in the same position with Santana before.
"When you got back with Britt you were so happy. You were different, and I was so happy for you."
Santana smiled.
"And I was so glad to have you back to normal that I didn't want to ruin it by telling you that I was kind of not happy in Yale, but didn't know why. So I said I'd tell you when I figured it out. I only figured it out when I came here, but then I was scared you'd be mad at me…like you are now" Quinn smirked and Santana laughed, uncrossing her arms.
"Alright alright, let's stop with the emotional dramatics please. I forgive you." Santana said raising her hands in surrender.
"Thank god" Puck said. "I thought that was the end of the birthday celebrations."
"So you moving out here?" Brittany asked Quinn.
"I might…yeah." Santana smiled widely. Brittany whooped.
"The unholy trinity united again!" she exclaimed. Turning back to the front and starting the car.
"Unholy trinity?" Elaine asked. Puck barked out a laugh.
"They didn't tell you about that?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at Quinn. "How could they tell you anything about them without mentioning that?" and he proceeded to tell her about the reign of Brittany, Quinn and Santana.
"Brittany are you serious? Why does the she devil have to come?" Fourteen year old Santana asked.
"Santana don't be mean…I like Quinn, and I love you, so you guys should like…like each other." Brittany replied, not looking up from the bag of chips she was trying to pour out into a bowl.
Santana sighed, trying to ignore the flutters she felt at Brittany saying she loved her.
"Okay first of all, Quinn bitch and I will never like each other. We've known each other since kindergarten, so if we were going to be friends it would have happened by now."
"But you sit with her at lunch" Brittany said, quickly picking up a chip that had fallen on the counter.
"So…I sit with all the cheerios at lunch. I also sit with some football players, you want me to be friends with them too"
Brittany shrugged. "If you want to. I actually think it would be nice for you to be friends with more people."
Santana scoffed and shook her head. "No"
"Ok well…that wasn't what I was asking anyway, you're the one who brought it up"
"I was trying to prove a point" Santana said, crossing her arms.
"It's not the same" Brittany said, finally emptying the bag and looking up.
"It's exactly the same"
"Nope"
"Ok how is it different?"
"I like Quinn" Brittany said simply.
Santana groaned. "Briiiiit"
"Santana please. Just let her come over, we'll hang out, watch some movies and eat snacks. It'll be awesome."
"Why does she have to sleep over?" Santana whined, already knowing she had lost the fight.
Brittany grinned. "She'll be asleep, what's the big deal?" Santana heaved a great sigh. "Yay! Thank you Santana! It's going to be awesome."
"Whatever, you owe me" Santana grumbled, though as she looked at the happiness in Brittany's eyes she couldn't bring herself to really be upset.
"Totally" Brittany agreed, grabbing Santana for a tight hug.
As it turned out, the sleepover had not been as bad as Santana had thought. She and Quinn still argued, but it had been in a strangely….friendly way. Of course Santana would deny enjoying herself to her grave, but the truth was, it had been nice to have someone more like her around. She loved Brittany, but it was hard to keep up with her constant optimism and rainbow personality. Quinn brought a nice balance that Santana had not expected. So, much to Brittany's joy, the three of them started hanging out a lot more. They often drove to school together, they had frequent sleepovers and would always go to and from parties together. At school, Quinn and Santana had stopped trying to destroy each other…publicly. Santana became like Quinn's right hand, and always had her back, making sure the rest of the cheerleaders, and subsequently the rest of the student body, followed her rule even before Quinn was made the head cheerleader.
People quickly identified the new friendship between the school's three hottest girls, and very quickly started calling them the holy trinity. When Brittany started sleeping with an endless number of boys and Santana's bitch mode seemed to be turned up to 1000, Quinn had become the head cheerleader, and ruled the school mercilessly. They were sexy, bitchy and untouchable, so most of the students had selected 'the unholy trinity' as the most appropriate name for them. Quinn had embraced the name, telling the other two that it made them more feared, and meant that they had a strong reputation that no one would mess with.
"Girls" Sue Sylvester had addressed them one morning. "To my office". When they were all seated Sue spoke again. "I've received some complaints about you three….well…mostly you two" she pointed to Santana and Quinn, "But it felt wrong calling you in without Bambi over here." She jerked a finger at Brittany, and Santana's jaw tightened. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"What do you mean coach?" Quinn asked, feigning innocence.
Sue sat back in her chair and surveyed them. There was a long silence, in which she hoped the girls would break, but Quinn stared back at her blankly, Santana glared, and Brittany looked as though she was not paying attention to anything at all. Sue sighed.
"I like you three. You run this school with an iron fist and your cut throat behaviour makes me proud to call you my cheerios. Maybe I'll even make one of you my head cheerleader. Brittany seems to be the only one able to control you two…lord only knows how that happened, but there you go. So I'm speaking to you now Daffy the dumb" Quinn put her hand on Santana's thigh and shook her head slightly. Santana had sat forward in her chair, looking ready to attack Sue, who seemed not to have noticed anything.
"Get these two in line will you?" she asked Brittany. Brittany shifted in her chair, glancing at Quinn and Santana.
"Coach, this is me getting them to tone it down." Santana smirked, this wasn't even close to the truth. Brittany hadn't said a single thing to them any time they slushied someone, or got the footballers to throw them in a dumpster or stuff them in a locker. In fact she seemed to be enjoying that Santana and Quinn were working together.
"Well, do a better job. Not that I care about the useless dweebs you are torturing, but I can't have my cheerios suspended. Understand?"
Brittany nodded.
"So we just shouldn't get caught?" Santana asked her.
"As long as 'the unholy trinity' isn't brought up to me again, I don't care what you do." The three girls nodded. "Now get out of my office".
"So the teachers are calling us the unholy trinity too now?" Brittany asked, smiling as they walked down the hall.
"I like it" Santana said. "It means they're scared of us."
"Yeah" Quinn nodded. "Bet it's Shuester who complained. After what happened outside the Spanish room."
Santana shrugged, grinning and Brittany laughed. "That was funny"
"We just can't get caught like that anymore, or next time he'll go to Figgy" Quinn said, trying not to smile as well.
"Yeah well…we have an unholy reputation to uphold, and I think the first order of business has to be to get Shuester back." Santana said. Quinn looked deep in thought, stopping before her math class.
"Ok…we'll think of something" She finally said. Santana fist pumped the air. "Alright well I'll see you guys after class" Santana turned to walk away, but Brittany was still standing facing Quinn.
"Bye Quinn" Brittany said, then leaned forward and gave her a hug. Quinn stiffened for a moment, then hugged Brittany back.
"Bye Britt"
Brittany stepped back and looked at Santana expectantly. There was a short awkward silence.
"Uh…yeah bye" Santana said, then she grabbed Brittany's hand and walked off to their English class. Quinn shook her head and opened the door.
"Bye"
Later that week, Mr Shuester found all of his things packed up in boxes and left in his parking spot. He was confused for a total of ten minutes, before he got out of his car and saw Quinn, Santana and Brittany watching him from outside the school's front doors.
"You did this didn't you?" He shouted as he stalked towards them.
Santana and Brittany plastered shocked expressions on their faces, while Quinn widened her eyes and crossed her arms.
"What do you mean Mr Shue?"
He pointed at all of his things out in the parking lot. "You moved all my stuff out here."
"Oh is that your stuff?" Quinn asked, feigning sympathy.
"Why would we do that?" Santana asked.
"Because I talked to Coach Sylvester about you" he replied matter-of-factly. The three girls looked at each other.
"Did you?" Brittany asked. Shue narrowed his eyes at them.
"I know it was you"
"Well, we were at cheerios practice all morning. Coach Sue was the last one to leave last night and first to arrive this morning, ask her if we had any time to do it" Quinn told him, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"Unless we were in two places at once, which isn't possible. Or there are clones of us, which we didn't make ourselves because I don't remember doing that. Maybe Lord Tubbington did it so I'd get in trouble. I found his cigarette stash and he isn't happy with me at the moment. Maybe we went back in time like in Harry potter, though Harry and Hermione knew they were doing it and we don't have any memories of moving your stuff. Maybe we…"
"Okay Brittany, that's enough." Mr Shue interrupted. "Thank you." Santana had both her lips in her mouth and was biting hard to keep from bursting out laughing, Quinn had hardened her face so that her expression was unreadable, but she too was struggling not to laugh, while Brittany was staring at Mr Shue as though nothing was the matter.
He looked at each of them, trying to find anything in their faces, but gave up after a moment.
"Like we said" Quinn said, as he walked past them, "You can talk to coach again"
"No" Mr Shue replied "….I guess….It wasn't you" and he walked away to find the janitor to help him move the 30 some boxes back to his office.
When he was out of sight the three girls burst into laughter.
"Britt you nearly killed me" Quinn said, gasping for air. Santana was leaning on Brittany, slapping her thigh as she laughed.
"Maybe Lord Tubbington did it" Santana said, imitating the monotone Brittany had been speaking in, then doubling over with laughter again. "You're a genius B"
Brittany giggled, proud of herself for the rant she had gone on effortlessly.
"Longest one yet" Quinn said.
"Yeah I'm getting better" Brittany said proudly.
"You're a genius" Santana said again, straightening up.
"Alright ladies?" Puck said, leading a group of jocks. They all stopped laughing. "Don't stop on our account. I take it the plan worked?" he asked.
"Yeah" Quinn said. "Thanks"
"Always willing to help out pretty ladies. I look forward to future business."
"Right" Santana said, grabbing Brittany's hand and walking away.
"You know ladies…My services extend way beyond carrying boxes. How about you come by my house and I really show you how unholy a trinity can be"
Quinn gagged and walked to join Santana. "I have a boyfriend Puck…who happens to be your best friend"
"How about you two then?" He asked, looking at Santana and Brittany.
"I'd rather sleep with Mr Kinney the janitor." Santana said, not even bothering to look back.
"BSP? I know you want to ride the Puckasaurus"
"What's that?" Brittany asked, turning to walk backwards.
"The best ride you'll ever be on" Puck said, humping the air. Brittany cringed.
"No thanks, I don't like short rides." and she turned back around. The football players behind Puck guffawed as Puck reached out to pull her back around but Santana caught his hand.
"Listen Puckerman, there's a new rule, and you better follow it if you'd like to keep both your pathetic balls." The football players behind Puck stopped laughing. Puck tried to look defiant, but Santana could see the fear in his eyes. "No touching Brittany unless she asks you to. Understand. In fact that goes for all of you" She raised her voice so that the boys a few feet away could hear. She threw Puck's arm down with so much force that Puck lurched downwards, and then she caught his face between her fingers and squeezed painfully, keeping him hunched over at her eye level. "Don't. Touch. Brittany. Nod if you understand." Puck glared back at her, but when she increased the pressure of her fingers he nodded frantically. "Good" she said, then she threw his head forcefully to the side so that he stumbled and had to reach his hands out to prevent falling headfirst into the lockers.
All of the jocks stood back and looked at Santana, who glared at them, daring them to say anything. Feeling sure that they wouldn't try anything, she turned back and linked her pinkie with Brittany, who was grinning wildly.
"Spread the word. And if I hear the rule was broken I'm gonna go ALL Lima Heights" Santana added, finally walking away from the group.
Quinn had been standing watching the whole ordeal in shock. She hadn't seen Santana snap like that in a long time, and the fact that the trigger had been a perceived threat to Brittany was very intriguing to her. This was the first clue Quinn had gotten that things with Brittany and Santana were not as innocent as they seemed.
A/N: So this chapter has a lot. There's 2 flashbacks and some sexy times just for you. I have to admit that writing the flashbacks are some of my favourite things to write, cause it gives a little context or backstory to the things we saw happening in the show. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do :)