Thank you for the couple of reviews I received for the first chapter and the few favourites/follows. I know it doesn't feel like Brittany/Santana yet but have faith, it will get there! There is lots of background information to give first, particularly for Santana's character. Hope you enjoy this second chapter.

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Flashback – November 2017

Santana glanced up as she heard soft footsteps padding across the floor. She rolled her eyes as she took in the familiar blonde in front of her.

"What the fuck do you want Fabray?" she snapped, her feet resting on the short table in front of the armchair she sat in.

Frannie felt a bit unsure stood in front of the Latina after what had happened last night. After Frannie's incredible orgasm, Santana had simply rolled over and not said a word. When the blonde had woken up that morning, she had been alone. It wasn't something that happened to Frannie often, and it was eating her up inside not acknowledging it out loud.

"I-I want to talk about last night…" she started, taking a few steps closer to the Latina.

Santana frowned and dropped her feet from the table. She crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"What about it?"

Frannie paused, considering her words carefully.

"Are we just going to pretend it didn't happen?"

"You let me stay in your room, I got you off. That's pretty much it." Santana said, acting incredibly blasé about the whole thing.

Frannie couldn't help but scoff at that.

"That's it?" she asked. "I thought… I thought it might have meant…"

"Something more?" Santana asked, knowing exactly where this was going. "Look Fabray, if you haven't figured it out yet… I like girls. You're a girl; a pretty hot one at that. I like getting girls off. I very much liked getting you off last night. But that's it. No feelings, no strings, no expectations. Got it?"

Frannie listened carefully to what the other girl was saying and nodded in understanding. She perched down on a chair opposite Santana and whispered.

"I've never been touched by a girl like that before…" she admitted, dropping her gaze and wringing her hands together.

Santana smirked, almost smugly. "Did you like it?"

Frannie hesitated and then looked up to meet dark eyes. For some reason, she couldn't lie to this girl. She gave a small nod in answer to the brunette's question.

"Well, perhaps we can do it again sometime…" She grinned, reaching out to place her hand on top of Frannie's.

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Flashback – December 2017

Frannie poked her head around the door that stood slightly ajar and smiled as she spotted Santana sat cross-legged on her bed, writing in what looked like some sort of notebook. She had a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose and a furrowed brow as her left hand gripped the pen tightly.

"Hey Lopez," Frannie greeted, pushing the door open slowly as she stepped into the brunette's room.

Santana looked up abruptly and seeing the blonde stood in her doorway, practically ripped her glasses from her face and tossed them aside, composing herself.

"Fabray. What the fuck are you doing in my room?" she asked simply.

Frannie couldn't help but chuckle. She was used to Santana's somewhat colourful language by now.

"I was bored," the blonde shrugged a little. "And you haven't harassed me in what seems like hours." She finished with a small smirk.

Santana eyed the taller girl carefully and flashed her a grin, closing her notebook and placing it down in front of her on the bed with the pen on top.

Frannie motioned to the items on the bed. "What you writing?"

The brunette answered back without hesitation, her icy tone cutting right through Frannie.

"None of your fucking business."

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Frannie moaned and threw her head back in pleasure as Santana pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and jaw.

"Why won't you talk to me?" Frannie whimpered as the brunette nibbled her skin.

"Talking is overrated," Santana replied, lowering herself back on her single bed. "Now c'mere." She gripped Frannie's hips forcefully and pulled her until she straddled the Latina's thighs.

Santana removed the blonde's clothes. She leered openly at the bare skin on show and gripped Frannie's ass cheeks in her hands, squeezing the supple flesh. This action caused Frannie to rock gently against Santana's thigh, which in turn put the most delightful pressure on her clit.

"B-but there's so much I want to know…" Frannie whimpered, her hands scrabbling to grab at the brunette's shirt.

Santana placed her hands back onto the bed and pushed herself up, husking into the blonde's ear, "All you need to know right now… is that I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll forget you wanted to talk in the first place."

Frannie groaned at the brunette's filthy words and gasped as she felt two fingers press at her entrance.

Santana laid back once more and looked up at the blonde astride her.

"Now, you know what to do."

Frannie panted and nodded as she lifted her hips up and lowered herself down onto Santana's long fingers, whimpering as she took the two digits in knuckle deep.

"Always so tight," Santana husked, her eyes darkening in arousal.

Frannie placed her hands behind her to support her weight, pushing her chest out slightly to please the girl beneath her. She built up a steady rhythm of raising and lowering herself, biting her lip hard at the feeling of Santana's fingers sinking in and out of her deeply.

"That's it," the brunette whispered. "Ride my fingers." She groaned at the sight above her and used her right hand to grip Frannie's ass once more, encouraging her to move faster.

It didn't take long after that. Once again, Santana watched in awe at the girl above her as she came violently. It really was one of her favourite things to experience; the power of being able to make a girl feel that sort of pleasure.

She stroked a hand down the blonde's sweaty back as she collapsed forward onto Santana, panting heavily and slowly pulled her fingers from between her legs, wiping them on the sheets.

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Present Day – March 2018

"Frannie seems to be doing well…" Brittany decided to finally break the silence of the car journey, looking over at Quinn in the driver's seat.

Quinn hummed in agreement and Brittany bit down on her lip in thought.

"She seemed like she could handle herself in there. I know you were a bit worried about that…" she tried again to get her friend to open up. Then she tried a different approach.

"That girl she called Lopez had a bit of an anger problem, didn't she?"

"She was a complete and utter psycho Britt!" Quinn whipped her head around to face Brittany as they stopped at a red light. "If we weren't there, who knows what would have gone down between her and Frannie."

Brittany paused to mull this over and decided to give the mysterious Latina the benefit of the doubt.

"She was really pretty though." She said quietly.

The light changed to green, and Quinn continued their journey onwards. She frowned as she realised what her tall blonde friend had said.

"What are you saying Brittany?"

"N-nothing, I just…" she shrugged her shoulders. "She was nice to look at, that's all."

Quinn rolled her eyes in disbelief. Of course, Brittany would find an absolute fruit loop attractive.

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Quinn pulled up next to Brittany's house and turned to her best friend, hands clutching at the steering wheel.

"Thanks for coming with me B," she smiled. "It was really nice having your support today."

Brittany beamed back at Quinn.

"Anytime Q, let me know if you're going to visit Frannie again soon and I can tag along again if you like?" she suggested, opening the car door.

"I'd like that," Quinn nodded. "See you Britt." She gave her friend a small wave and watched as she walked up the path to her front door. She gave a deep sigh, put the car into gear and made her way home.

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Flashback – December 2017

Frannie snuggled down into her bed and turned on the lamp that sat on the beside table next to her. She fluffed her pillow, trying to get comfortable, but as her hand skimmed underneath it she pulled out a piece of paper. It looked like it had been torn out of a notebook and had something written on it in neat, cursive writing.

It read:

1.My name is Santana Lopez.

Frannie furrowed her brow in confusion. Why had Santana left this under her pillow? She already knew what her name was; this wasn't anything new to her. She turned the page over and took a sharp breath in as she skimmed over the longer message that had been left for her.

Frannie,

I know, it's not very often that I call you that, but it is your name after all. Just like Santana is mine; not Lopez.

Frannie continued reading, biting her lip in anticipation of what was to come.

My name is quite precious to me; not many people get the privilege of using it. Since I arrived here, I've been nothing but Lopez and you kind of get used to it. I was told that Santana was my Mami's choice of name; I was also told it means 'saint-like.' I know what you're thinking, that's pretty ironic huh?

You said a few days ago that you wanted to know me. That you had so much you wanted to know. Well, I've thought about it. I've thought about it a lot actually and I've decided to start sharing.

Each week, I will leave you something new about me under your pillow.

Until next time,

Santana

Frannie read the note over and over again, taking in the new information and storing it for later. She opened her beside drawer and stashed the note away inside, before laying back into her pillow and falling asleep with a smile on her face.

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Present Day – March 2018

The two girls lay side by side on Frannie's single bed. Santana had her hands behind her head, and she smiled to herself as she heard the blonde catching her breath.

"You alright there Fabray?" she smirked.

"Fine thanks Lopez," she replied, running a hand through her messy hair. As her hand teased out a few knots, she smiled as her hand brushed a piece of paper under her pillow.

"What you smiling about?" Santana asked curiously.

"I forgot it was that day." Frannie replied, clutching the new piece of notebook paper.

Santana flushed slightly as her eyes landed on the paper in her hand.

"Oh, that…"

Frannie grinned and turned onto her side to face the brunette.

"Yes, that." The blonde smiled knowingly and started to scan the new message.

10. I have never been in a relationship before.

Frannie turned the paper over slowly and continued reading.

Frannie,

It's true. I know it's hard to believe but I have never been in a relationship before, with a girl or a guy. I was fairly young when I realised I liked girls, but was too afraid at the time to be honest with myself and everyone else.

I don't know the first thing about being in a relationship. I'm not very good at talking and opening up, particularly about disgusting things like feelings. I don't think I'd make a very good girlfriend. I think most girls would be put off by the fact I'm here to start with; let alone all of the other negative qualities I possess.

However, I am extremely good at sex. I love sex, always have. Before you ask, yes I have had sex with a guy and no, it wasn't as good. I am definitely all about the ladies.

Sex gives me a high like nothing else can. I love pleasing a woman like that; I love watching her rise and then fall. I love knowing that I'm the one making her feel like that. You have experienced this first-hand and I really hope that you enjoy our time together as much as I do.

Until next time,

Santana

Frannie couldn't help the grin that continued to spread across her face as she read more and more. She flicked her gaze up to meet Santana's eyes and bit down on her lip teasingly.

"What?" Santana asked warily.

Frannie pressed her finger gently into the brunette's chest.

"You." She replied simply.

"What about me?"

Frannie chuckled. "Just, these notes. They get better and better each time." she smiled. "I really like learning about you Lopez."

Santana looked happy with that and smiled smugly, her dimples showing. Frannie pressed her finger into one of them and laughed softly.

"Round two?" Santana offered, wiggling her eyebrows seductively.

Frannie threw her head back laughing at the smaller girl and her cockiness.

"You'd probably better get going. They'll be round to check on us soon." Frannie smiled, her finger stroking gently at Santana's cheek.

Santana let out a small sigh and nodded.

"You're right," she rolled herself out of Frannie's bed and stretched her arm muscles as she stood. She grabbed her shirt from on the floor and pulled it on over her head. "Guess I'll see you in the morning then."

Frannie gave her a small wave from under the covers and watched as the Latina left, closing the door gently behind her. She smiled to herself and read Santana's note a few more times before adding it to her growing collection inside her bedside drawer.