Hi guys! Sorry it's been so long. I haven't forgotten about 'Big Deal' and do plan to continue with it soon but I'm just taking a break from it while I try and get this new idea out of my head. It's been floating around for a while, and I've been writing sections here and there, but it seems to be slowly coming together now.

It probably will end up being a bit of a slow burn and ultimately, I am planning for it to be a Brittany/Santana fic but there will be other characters involved along the way. There will be flashbacks throughout the fic that I will be write in italics and because apparently, I can't write without it there will be smut! This is your warning.

Anyway, hopefully you enjoy the first chapter and please do favourite/review if you like what you see.

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Present Day – March 2018

"Are you sure your sister won't mind me coming with you Q?" Brittany asked as the car came to a stop, pulling into an empty space.

Quinn turned to her blonde friend and smiled. "I appreciate the concern Britt, but I'm sure she won't care. Plus, I need all the support I can get." She sighed, gazing out at the clinical-looking building in front of them.

Brittany sensed that Quinn didn't want to talk right now. Her next question to the shorter blonde was asked softly.

"How long has she been here now?" she reached across the console and took Quinn's hand in hers, squeezing gently to show her support.

Brittany watched her friend bite down on her bottom lip nervously.

"Six months," she whispered back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Daddy reckons it's helping though. He wouldn't let me come any sooner." Her lips curved up into a small smile.

"Well then, that's all that matters. Right? That it's helping?" Brittany beamed at her friend, giving her hand another soft squeeze.

Quinn smiled at the optimistic blonde beside her and nodded. "You're right Britt. C'mon, let's go."

They both climbed out of Quinn's car and the shorter blonde led them both up the path to the front entrance. They were buzzed through the main door and greeted by a stern-looking woman at the reception desk.

"Good morning," Quinn spoke politely, putting on her most winning smile. "We're here to see Frannie Fabray."

/

A woman in a navy nurse's uniform led them to a room with lots of tables and chairs.

"You've got an hour Fabray. Visiting hours are over soon." The nurse informed her before leaving them alone.

Frannie sat down in a squishy armchair and motioned for Quinn and Brittany to sit down with her. They both perched down on chairs facing Frannie, looking a bit uncomfortable in their new surroundings.

Frannie laughed softly. "Relax, you both look terrified."

Quinn's eyes roamed over her sister, trying to see if she could spot any clear differences.

"Stop it Quinnie," she smirked at her sister's reaction to that name. "It's just me, you need to chill out."

"Don't call me that," bristled Quinn. "And how can you expect me to 'chill out' in… in this sort of place?" she whispered harshly.

"In this sort of place? Where do you think we are Quinn? Some sort of asylum?" Frannie asked bitterly.

Brittany placed her hand on Quinn's again; this time to try and calm the younger of the two blondes down. She was about to ask Frannie how she was feeling, to move the conversation on but before she could say a word, another voice rang through the large room stopping them all in their tracks.

"Hey Frannie," came a sickly-sweet voice from behind the two blondes. "I thought I heard voices… though that wouldn't be a first, would it?" She smirked and let out a chuckle at her own joke.

Brittany swivelled her body around to see who had interrupted them. The girl in question raised her eyebrows, pleasantly surprised as she took in the visitors sat before her. Her dark, chocolate eyes fixed on each of them in turn, flickering back and forth. It wasn't very often she got to sample beauty like this in person; she was impressed with what she saw.

Brittany watched intently as the girl sauntered over towards them confidently.

"What do you want Lopez?" Frannie sighed, clearly aware of who she was. "I'm busy, if you hadn't noticed."

The brunette smirked and walked around the table to stand beside Frannie's chair.

"I can see that. Didn't think you had anyone who cared enough to come and visit though…"

Brittany watched the interaction closely. She wasn't sure what to make of this mysterious stranger and seemingly neither did Quinn.

Frannie eyed her closely as she perched to sit down on the arm of the chair she was sat in. She suddenly felt an unusual rush of confidence take over her at the present company she was in; she wanted to make some sort of lasting impression on her little sister.

"Aww Lopez, you jealous that I've got two visitors on the same day? While you've been here more than double the time I have and have had exactly… nada." She held the darker girl's gaze boldly.

If looks could kill, Brittany thought, Frannie Fabray would be dead on the floor. She watched the Latina rise to her feet, her fists balling at her sides and her jaw clenching in anger.

"You mother-fu…" She snarled down at Frannie. But before she could finish, the same nurse that had brought them in appeared at the doorway.

"Lopez!" she barked.

The girl in question growled audibly at being interrupted and spun around quickly to face the nurse, as if caught in the act.

"Time for your meds, come on." She motioned with her head for the Latina to follow and Brittany watched as the girl visibly stiffened.

She reluctantly moved away from the three blondes, sending a glare in their direction, before following the nurse down the corridor.

"Who was that?" Quinn asked her older sister in disbelief. "Has she been giving you trouble? Because I can tell Daddy and he…"

"Quinn." Frannie placed a hand gently on her sister's to calm her. "It's fine, honestly. That's just Lopez, she's no trouble," she laughed softly as Quinn still looked unconvinced. "Really."

/

Flashback – September 2017

"One final bit of advice for you new girl; stay away from her. That's Lopez."

Frannie frowned and looked over in the direction that the other girl, Mercedes, had nodded to. She inwardly gasped as she met a pair of dark, stormy eyes that were almost black in colour. She knew she shouldn't stare, particularly as she had just been warned about this one, but she couldn't bring herself to look away. The girl in question had beautiful dark hair, a tanned complexion, possibly Hispanic, and… those eyes. She had never seen eyes like that.

"Are you fucking crazy? Don't stare!" Mercedes whispered harshly.

Frannie shook herself from her haze and turned to her companion.

"What's her story?" Frannie enquired curiously. "Why is she here?"

"You don't wanna know…" And with that, Frannie Fabray was left alone with her thoughts. She sighed and turned back, chancing another look at the dark-haired girl and this time gasped aloud. She met those eyes for a second time and she felt them stare right into her soul.

/

"So, you're the newbie I've heard so much about…" Frannie shuddered at the new, sultry voice. She felt a presence behind her and slowly turned to come face-to-face with her.

Frannie didn't know what to say. She sensed that this girl was trouble and she'd only been here a few days; she needed to stay out of trouble for as long as possible.

"What's your name newbie?"

Frannie felt herself being circled; it made her think of how a shark circles its prey before preparing to strike. She took a deep breath.

"Fabray. Frannie Fabray." She tried to speak with confidence, but she winced inwardly as it came out sounding anything but.

The Latina hummed and stopped pacing right in front of the blonde.

"Fabray huh? What you in here for Fabray?"

Frannie hesitated at that and frowned slightly. That wasn't any of her business.

"Could ask you the same question." She settled on, giving a small shrug.

"I beg your fucking pardon?" Frannie soon realised that she'd made a mistake with her words as she felt a small but strong hand grip her throat and force her back against the wall of her tiny room.

Frannie gasped for air as the Latina tightened her grip slightly.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't…" she attempted to speak but her vocal chords were being restricted.

"Don't ever fucking talk to me like that again. I ask a question, you answer. Got it?" The brunette sneered in Frannie's face, releasing the blonde from her grip, and watching as Frannie dropped to the floor, clutching at her throat and taking a well-needed breath of air.

"Now, let's try that again, shall we?" she asked in a calm and collected manner. "What you in here for Fabray?"

Frannie paused. "They say… they say I'm bi-polar." She settled on, keeping it simple.

The Latina raised an eyebrow at that.

"That's it? They've chucked you in here because you get mood swings?" Frannie listened as the darker girl emphasised the last two words.

Frannie shook her head and began to stand back up, brushing herself off a little.

"I checked myself in here," she explained. "I thought I needed help."

The brunette let out a bitter laugh. "You checked yourself in here? What are you, stupid?"

/

Flashback – November 2017

Frannie let out a sigh and closed her eyes as she snuggled down into her pillow. She was in desperate need of a decent night's sleep; she hadn't slept properly for weeks now. It had always taken her a while to get used to different surroundings and you couldn't get much different than this. She opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She turned her head to look at her door, settling on the small slither of light at the bottom coming from the corridor.

She squinted in the darkness and noticed that the slither of light was slowly getting bigger. Her eyes widened. Somebody was opening her door. She bit down on her lip to quieten herself and screwed her eyes shut in case it was one of the nurses coming to check on her. She let her breathing settle down and then almost stop altogether as she felt her bed dip down on one side.

She felt the covers peel back and a warm body climb in next to her, pressing up against her side in the single bed. All was silent. And then a voice.

"Frannie?" the voice whispered.

Frannie opened her eyes. She knew that voice; even spoken so softly.

"Lopez?" she asked, turning her head to meet a pair of dark, glistening eyes.

"Can I stay here tonight?" the smaller girl whispered. Before Frannie could even answer, she spoke again. "I'll make it worth your while."

"What… why… what are you doing here?" Frannie settled on, her head swimming with questions.

She felt the brunette girl shrug beside her.

"It doesn't matter. Can I stay or not?" she asked again, her voice becoming hard and defensive.

Frannie let out a small sigh and closed her eyes briefly.

"Fine. You can stay." She agreed, shifting herself slightly in the bed to give the other girl more room. She closed her eyes again and settled back on her pillow for the second time, hoping that sleep would come soon. Her eyes flew open a few minutes later when she felt a warm hand trailing down her clothed stomach, to the waistband of her sleep shorts.

"Lopez, what are you…" she started but the smaller girl cut her off.

"I'm making it worth your while. Just… relax." she whispered, making it all sound very easy.

Frannie waited. She felt the hand slowly slide down and gently tug at her waistband again. Then soft fingers were slipping underneath the thin fabric and pressing against her centre. She let out a soft gasp at the feeling and the fingers paused in their movements.

"Ssh," The Latina whispered against her ear. "You have to be quiet."

Frannie whimpered in acknowledgement and bit down on her bottom lip as gentle fingers began to graze her clit. Frannie had never been with another girl before; she had never even contemplated the idea but… my God did that feel incredible. She let out another soft whimper as the smaller girl rubbed in tight circles, building her up perfectly.

She had touched herself before, of course she had, and she'd had a whole multitude of boys clumsily trying to get her off in the past. But she couldn't think of a time where she had felt this wet. The brunette's fingers seemed to almost glide through her effortlessly as they worked her aching clit. She convinced herself that it was the danger of the whole thing; the fact that anybody could walk in at any moment.

She threw her head back against her pillow, whimpering as she felt the delicious pressure build and build.

Then a hot mouth on her ear, whispering words in a language that she couldn't understand.

"Santana. Me llamo Santana."

Frannie thought the words sounded wonderful. She turned her head to the side to seek out the smaller girl and was met with those piercing eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could, her silent question was answered.

"Santana. My name is Santana." She husked, and Frannie understood this time.

What a beautiful name, was all she could think.

"Oh Santana," Frannie gasped softly, the exotic name spilling from her lips as skilful fingers in between her legs circled faster, and faster, and tighter, and tighter, and…

"Yes! Oh God, right there, right… there…" Frannie continued to mumble incoherent words into a palm that was quickly pressed to her mouth to silence her. Frannie's entire body shuddered against the bed and her body arched up into the brunette's fingers as she rode out her orgasm and was brought down slowly and gently.

/

Present Day – March 2018

Frannie gasped out in pain as her front was pushed forcefully against the wall of her tiny room. She pressed her hands out on either side of her body to brace herself and tried to turn her head slightly to look over her shoulder. She shuddered as she felt warm breath against her ear.

"I don't like it when you play games with me Frannie," a voice husked into her neck.

Frannie bit her lip as she took in the velvety smooth tone of her attacker and breathed a small sigh of relief.

"I'm not playing games S," Frannie spoke softly, in an attempt to calm the other girl. "She's just my sister. My sister and her friend. It's the first time that she's come to visit me." She explained.

The Latina seemed to relax a bit against the blonde's body at this and she loosened her grip on her victim slightly.

"So, you're not getting out?" she questioned. "You're not leaving me here?" The second question seemed a little bit more of a plea than the first one.

The brunette placed an open-mouthed kiss at the back of Frannie's neck, sweeping her dirty blonde hair to one side. She nuzzled at the creamy skin with her nose and peppered soft kisses up and down the expanse of her neck and jaw.

Frannie breathed in softly at the tingling feeling and shook her head slowly.

"No S, I'm not leaving you here."

/

Frannie watched in anticipation as the Latina dropped to her knees in front of her, tugging at the waistband of her panties and slowly sliding them down her legs. The brunette pushed down her own sweatpants, stepping out of them and kicking them aside, pulling the taller girl against her. She leant back against the wall and tugged Frannie to press against her front, pushing a leg out slightly to support the blonde.

Frannie arched her body closer, pressing down on the shorter girl's bare thigh. The two girls began to rock together until the naked muscle of the Latina's thigh brushed against Frannie's centre just perfectly. The blonde let out a breathy moan at the contact.

"Oh wow," Frannie whispered.

"Ride me," she heard the brunette command. Frannie couldn't do anything but obey and desperately tried to get as much friction as possible. "Show me how much you want it."

Frannie rode the smaller girl's thigh, letting out whimpers of pleasure as she threw her head back. The darker girl gripped Frannie's ass in her hands, encouraging her to move against her leg. It was the perfect amount of pressure on her clit and she gasped against the brunette's neck as she felt the familiar rush of her climax creeping up on her.

"I-I'm coming… I'm coming," Frannie moaned into the Latina's damp skin.

"You can say it now," the shorter girl husked. "You can say it while you come for me."

That's all it took. Frannie felt her orgasm rush through her entire body and arched against the bare thigh beneath her as she moaned out a single word.

"Santana…"