Two things I forgot to mention. One, this is half-crack half-angst. Two, I'm doing this on my phone so it's unedited. Anyway, please enjoy!

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Santana Lopez was pissed.

The Latina glared darkly as Brittany and Rachel sang Unwritten. Brittany was all smiles and Berry looked perfectly content with how the blond twirled around her. If looks could kill, the tiny brunette would have been dead on the spot.

Santana eyed Finn, who looked no happier than her, and roughly tapped his shoulder. "Why aren't you singing with Berry?" she hissed.

Berry and Hudson had been so sickeningly sweet as of late; the perfect American couple. She had assumed they would have used this as a perfect opportunity to show that off.

Finn shrugged, though she could tell he was hiding something. "Brittany didn't have a partner," he told her. "So Rach offered."

Santana didn't appreciate being lied to, but let it go. If she was being completely honest with herself- which was not something she did often- the Latina felt bad about what she had said to Brittany that night.

"I'm like a lizard. I need something warm under me or I can't digest my food."It had been an awful thing to say; she knew that. She knew she had hurt Brittany's feelings. She never meant to, she just-

Santana sighed. It didn't really matter. Brittany knew better; she wouldn't stick around the Hobbit for long. After this competition, she would take her friend out for ice-cream to apologize.

Brittany could never resist ice-cream.

Begrudgingly, as always was the case whenever Rachel was involved, Santana had to admit they sounded good. Brittany wasn't a strong singer, but she sounded better today. It must have been Berry's doing.

Santana felt guilty; she had never offered to help Brittany with her singing.

As Brittany and Rachel finished, everyone clapped for them. Schuester smiled kindly at them. "Well done, ladies," he praised. "Brittany, I'm loving the improvement. You've been working hard?"

Brittany smiled in the way that would always make Santana's heart flutter. "Rachel helped me," she confirmed, much to Santana's dismay.

Rachel blushed, but smiled back. Santana wanted to wipe it off her face. "It was simple with the proper guidance," she replied. "That reminds me, Mr. Schue..."

The Latina blocked her out, unable to listen to the Hobbit's obnoxious voice any longer. Brittany happily skipped toward her, plopping down next to her.

"You didn't tell me you were doing a duet with Berry," blurted Santana before she could stop herself.

Brittany shrugged, unfazed. "You didn't tell me you were doing a duet with Mercedes," she countered.

Santana winced; whenever Britt got flippant like this she was upset. While she used scathing words when she was angry, Brittany's silence was drowning. She never yelled or snapped at anyone; she simply ignored them.

It was worse than when her Abuela smacked her with her chancla.

Santana couldn't take Brittany being mad at her. So, subtlety slipping an arm around the blonde's waist, she leaned in close to her ear. "Come with me to my house after school," she beckoned softly. "and I'll make it up to you."

Much to her delight, Brittany blushed and nodded shyly.

Santana shot a smug look in Berry's direction. Take that, Hobbit! To think she had been worried about Rachel Berry of all people coming between them.

As if.

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As soon as they reached her room, Santana practically shoved Brittany onto her bed. She wasted no time in climbing on top of the blond, attacking the subtle skin of her neck. Brittany groaned softly, and Santana's Cheerios uniform suddenly seemed much too tight.

The Latina rutted softly against Brittany's center, causing the blond to gasp sharply. "Yeah, you like that?" cooed Santana, taking both of Brittany's breasts in her hands.

"San," moaned Brittany. Her impossibly long legs wrapped around Santana's waist, drawing her closer.

Santana slipped the straps of Brittany's uniform off her pale shoulders, drawing it downward. Eyeing the lacy pink bra she was wearing, the brunette circled both visible nipples with her thumb. Brittany's back arched as she groaned softly.

Santana continued to take the uniform off, leaving Brittany in her matching pink undergarments. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She reached down, running a slender finger over the blond's slit.

Brittany jolted. "Tana," she whined, her hips jutting upward.

Santana smirked. "What do you want, Britt?" she cooed.

Brittany looked up at her with big, innocent eyes. "You," she begged. "Please, San."

That was all Santana needed.

She yanked off Brittany's pink panties, leaving her lower half completely bare. She slipped a finger into the already wet folds, thrusting in and out. "Fuck, you're soaked," grunted Santana, stroking the blond's clit with her thumb.

Brittany moaned loudly, her eyes screwing shut as she moved her hips in time. Brittany had always been good with her hips.

Santana leaned down close to her ear. "You're such a good girl for me," she praised. "Do you want to cum? Hm? Do you want to come all over my bed?"

The bed began to creak with Brittany's erotic hip movement. "Please," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes. She panted, moaning wildly. Her breasts swayed, her bra only barely able to contain them. "San, please."

Santana felt a familiar sense of triumph. No one ever made Brittany feel like this. No one but her. "Fine," she allowed, curling her fingers inside the tight cunt. "Cum."

Brittany let out an animatic screech, her hips snapping up to meet Santana's hand. Santana marveled at the lovely sight, her own arousal curling in her pelvis.

"San," moaned Brittany. "I'm ready for it."

Santana bit her lip, pressing her thighs together. "Are you sure, Britt?" she questioned.

"Take me, Tana," pleaded the blond.

Santana nodded, stripping herself of her own uniform. Carefully, she reached into her specially made panties and pulled out her aching, throbbing cock.

It was her most guarded secret; right after her attraction to Brittany. Not even her Abuela knew. Only her parents and Brittany were aware of the mutation. It had appeared when she was six with no explanation as to why. Not even her father, a renowned doctor, knew how it had gotten there.

Santana carefully pushed herself into Brittany's heat, moaning lowly at how tight she was. "Fuck," she hissed, slowly moving in and out.

Brittany was writhing beneath her. "Santana," she moaned. "Oh my god, Santana."

"Shit," swore Santana slightly, picking up speed. "Damn, this pussy. How are you so tight?" She hooked her arms under Brittany's thighs, lifting them so that her legs were around her waist.

"Santana," muttered Brittany over and over again. Her face showed how close she was to losing it all.

Santana moaned as she went even faster. Brittany's tits bounced and the Latina had the desire to touch them. So, she quickly undid Brittany's bra, the sizable breasts spilling forward.

"Fuck yes," breathed Santana, diving forward to capture one in her mouth. Sucking on Brittany's nipple, she took hold of the blond's strong shoulders. "Mm, Britt. Come for me, baby."

Her pace picked up as Brittany tightened around her. She rammed her length into the tight pussy as fast as she could. Brittany's back arched suddenly. A coil tightened in her rectum and Santana forced herself to pull out of the warmth.

She came, releasing her white fluid all over Brittany's bare body. She watched as Brittany's folds fluttered, her own fluid leaking out of her pussy. Santana, weary, flopped down onto the bed. She pulled Brittany to her chest, wrapping the both of them in her blanket.

Brittany panted, little moans escaping her lips. "San," she breathed. "I love you cock."

Santana smirked. "I know you do, Britt," she murmured. Not for the first time, the Latina wondered how easy things would be if she was a boy. Then she could be with Brittany and no one would ever look twice at them.

She could love Brittany the way she deserved to be loved.

For now, though, Santana was content to hold the blond in her arms as she had done so many times before. She was sure nothing could spoil the good news she was in.

Her blissful, post-sex haze was shattered, however, when Brittany's phone lit up.

Brittany didn't hesitate to pick it up, glancing down at the device. She smiled softly, quickly replying back to the text.

Santana felt her chest tighten. "Who's that?" she demanded.

Brittany didn't pick up on the subtle change in her mood. "Rachel," she replied easily. "She sent me a funny cat video."

Santana bristled with anger. "Why are you still talking to Man Hands?" she snapped. Why do you need other friends. Why am I not enough?

Brittany blinked. "Because she's our friend?" she asked as innocently as she always did. Because of course Brittany didn't see anything wrong.

"No, she isn't." Santana felt herself flush with anger and more jealously than she cared to admit. "And if you're trying to get into her ugly skirt-"

Because for whatever reason, people gravitated to Rachel. Finn, Jesse, and Puck had all chosen her at one point, out of the dozens of other girls they could have. The Hobbit put people under her spell. Who was to say that Brittany wouldn't fall into the same trap?

Santana wouldn't allow it; Brittany was hers.

"San!" scolded Brittany, her expression uncharacteristically angry. Her voice held a sharpness to it, so unlike the fluff she usually spoke with. "I like Rachel. She's nice to me. That doesn't mean I'm trying to have sex with her!"

The Latina crossed her arms. "Please," she scoffed. "Why else would you want to hang out with Berry?"

Something flashed across Brittany's face as she lowered her head. Something almost dangerous. "Maybe I like that she listens to me," she uttered lowly. "Maybe I like that she's taking the time to get to know me. Maybe I like that she thinks I'm smart." She looked up again, her face flushed with anger and tears in her blue eyes. "Maybe I like that she doesn't think I'm a slut!"

Santana flinched at the use of the last word, guilt replacing her anger. "I don't think you're a slut!" she tried.

But Brittany was already tossing her uniform back on. She walked towards the door, but stopped in the threshold, making Santana think that there was someway to save what she had damaged. But that hope was dashed when Brittany threw a cold glare her way. "Rachel has a lot of flaws," she admitted. "But at least she wants to get to know me."

With that she left, slamming the door behind her and leaving an ache in Santana's chest.

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Yikes. Santana messed up. Next up is Quinn and I'm looking forward to writing it. I hope you liked the chapter and please review!