Chapter Seven:

"Remember Britt, if she starts getting cranky, just whip out a picture of your pussy. I did a bit of background research and apparently Sylvester's really into that."

"Santana!" Sugar shrieked in horror, through a mouthful of Frappuccino. "That is totally inappropriate!"

"Calm your tits, Motta." The Latina laughed. "I was talking about Brittany's cat. It's name is Lord Tubbington, right B?"

Brittany poked out her tongue playfully. "Yes. His name is Lord Tubbington. And I don't think he'd be too happy if I thought I was pimping him out to a client."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, I think he should be more concerned with his fitness regime. Dude is freaking massive and-"

"As much as I'd love to sit here and defend Lord T's honor," Brittany interjected, "I have a few errands I need to run before this afternoon. Think you can hold down the fort while I'm gone, Lopez?"

Santana raised her eyebrows at the blonde's challenging smirk. "I'm sure I can manage. Make sure you're back for one though, Sue is always early."

"Yes, ma'am." Brittany said, giving the brunette a mock salute before turning to leave the office.

Artie laughed. "You guys seem to be getting along really well."

Santana shrugged, hoping that her colleagues didn't notice the heat creeping across her cheeks. "I guess."

The Latina had to admit that Artie was right. Her and Brittany had been getting along well. It had been over a week since their heart-to-heart in Will's office, and there had been a definite shift in their relationship. Nothing too noticeable, but there was a warmth between the two women that hadn't existed previously.

Brittany had started bringing Santana her morning coffee, whilst the Latina had asked the blonde to join her for lunch three days in a row.

It was now Thursday, and Sue Sylvester was visiting the office that afternoon to check on the team's progress ahead of the initial trial, which was set to start two weeks later. Santana hoped that the businesswoman wouldn't be too much of a bitch.

"I'm glad Brittany's gone." Sugar interrupted the Latina's thoughts. "We can finally start planning Saturday's big surprise."

Santana shot the secretary a puzzled look. "Why? What's happening on Saturday?"

"It's Brittany's birthday." Finn beamed. "Didn't she tell you?"

"Um, no." Santana felt a twinge of disappointment in her chest. She and Brittany had been getting along, hadn't they? Why hadn't the blonde mentioned that it was her birthday? "Must have slipped her mind."

"I Facebook-stalked her and saw that it was on Saturday." Sugar shrugged candidly. "I don't think she wanted to make a big deal out of it, but we can't let her get away without having some sort of celebration. We were thinking of maybe starting at Puckerman's and then heading somewhere else."

Santana felt her thighs clench involuntarily at the thought of what had happened last time she and Brittany had been to Puckerman's together.

"I'm not sure that I'll make it. I have a lot of work to do this weekend." The Latina lied.

"What?!" Sugar protested, scandalized. "You can't bail. You're coming Lopez, end of story."

Santana was just about to fabricate another excuse when Artie spoke up quietly.

"I think Brittany would be really disappointed if you weren't there."

Santana thought back to what the blonde had told her last week; how she didn't…no, she couldn't…sleep with that model. She thought of the way that Brittany made her laugh more than anyone else she knew, and how her skin seemed to tingle every time the blonde was near her, and how she'd gotten herself off nearly every night for the last week thinking about –

"Fine." Santana huffed. "But can we please go somewhere other than Puckerman's. I've given that idiot way too much of my money already."

"Okay." Sugar conceded, clapping her hands together. "We'll go to Pulse instead. I've been wanting to try their pina coladas for ages."

The Latina simply shrugged and mumbled a, "Whatever", before slipping on her coat and heading out to lunch.

—

Santana had been to Starbucks for lunch with Mercedes and was just about to step foot into the office lobby, when a voice startled her out of her daydream.

"Excuse me?"

The Latina turned around and smirked when she saw that the voice belonged to a quite devastatingly beautiful brunette.

"Can I help you?" Santana asked, unable to keep the flirtatious tone from her voice.

"I hope so." The other woman replied. "I'm looking for a Brittany Pierce. She works here, right?"

Santana froze and narrowed her eyes, noticing the huge bouquet of red roses the stunning brunette was holding. "Depends who's asking."

Stunning-brunette smiled, extending her hand to the Latina. "Oh yeah, of course. I'm Chloe. Brittany's…friend."

So this was Chloe, Santana thought bitterly, running her eyes up and down the model. The Latina felt sick. The girl was insanely attractive, how on earth had Brittany had the willpower to turn her down.

"Brittany's busy." Santana's voice came out more coldly than she'd intended. "I can pass on a message?"

Chloe sighed and looked down at the flowers. "She mentioned last night that her birthday was this weekend. I'm going to be out of town with work, but I wanted to get her something. Do you think you could give her these?"

Santana wanted to hurl the flowers into the nearest trash can. I mean, red roses, seriously? How much more cliched could you get? Still, Brittany obviously found this basic bitch charming if they'd been spending their evenings together.

The Latina pursed her lips as she took the bouquet from Chloe and said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I'll be sure to give them to her."

The model nodded slowly, raking her gaze over Santana. "Thank you, er…

"Santana." The Latina finished. "Brittany and I work pretty closely together."

Chloe's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh. Well, thanks again."

Santana turned to leave, when a manicured hand on her forearm stopped her. "Oh, and Santana?"

The Latina turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Tell Brittany that I had so much fun last night. I can't wait to do it again sometime."

With that, Chloe turned on her heel – chestnut curls swinging jauntily behind her – and left Santana reeling on the sidewalk.

—

"That Sandy Ryerson is a snake, mark my words." Sue hissed as she paced the floor of the boardroom. "I want to make sure that we nail him good and proper."

"And we will, Ms. Sylvester." Brittany soothed patiently. "You've just got to have faith that we have this under control."

"Lopez? You've been very quiet." Santana looked up at the businesswoman's voice.

Truthfully, Santana was still seething from her encounter with Chloe. After she'd returned to the office, everyone had oohed and aahed over Brittany's flowers. Santana was hoping that the blonde would just shrug it off and say that Chloe was a crazy stalker or something. But one look at the blonde's flushed face told the Latina that there was definitely something going on between her and the model.

And the worse part was, Santana had no right to feel jealous or angry. She'd told the blonde that they could be nothing more than friends. It wasn't up to her who Brittany chose to spend her time with.

And yet, the brunette couldn't help the rage that was bubbling up inside her. That was why she'd hardly said a word for the last two hours. She didn't trust herself not to explode on the blonde in front of Sylvester.

"I thought I'd let Brittany take the lead today." Santana cooed scornfully. "I know how much she likes to be in control."

Brittany's cheeks flushed, and she shot Santana a puzzled look as Sue arched an eyebrow. "I hope I don't detect some tension here." The older woman said. "I would hate for anything related to your personal lives to interfere with the case."

The Latina scoffed. "Oh, don't worry lady. Your precious case will be just fine. Brittany here is very professional."

"Santana!" Brittany squeaked, mortified at the snide tone of the brunette's voice.

"Now listen here, Paula Abdul." Sue sneered, moving towards the Latina. "If you don't fix your manners, I can easily take my business elsewhere."

"That won't be necessary, Ms. Sylvester." Brittany said hurriedly, stepping in between the two women. "Santana's just messing around, around you Santana?"

The brunette didn't say anything, but she nodded, letting her shoulders deflate as Sue backed off.

"Make sure that she is, blondie." The businesswoman jeered. "I meant what I said. I'll be back for a progress report next week."

With one last pointed look at Santana, Sue picked up her briefcase and left the boardroom, the door slamming shut behind her.

"What the fuck was that?" Brittany hissed as soon as the older woman was out of earshot.

Santana shrugged as she moved towards the door. "The woman's a bitch."

"Oh no you don't." Brittany said, stepping across the brunette's path. "Sue is always a bitch, Santana. The woman is a Grade-A asshole. But that doesn't mean that you can be unprofessional."

Santana bit out a hostile laugh. "I don't need a lecture on professionalism from you, blondie."

The Latina tried to brush past Brittany, but the blonde caught hold of her wrist. "And what the hell's that supposed to mean? Santana, do you have any idea the damage you could have caused? Sylvester could have fired us on the spot. If we'd lost the case, we'd have both been in the shit."

"But she didn't, so we're not. Now let go of me so I can get back to work."

The blonde loosened her grip but didn't let Santana go. "What is this really about, Santana?" And then, more softly, "Does it have something to with Chloe and the flowers?"

"I've already told you blondie," Santana snapped. "I don't care who you fuck."

"Jesus Christ Santana!" Brittany sighed exasperatedly, finally freeing the Latina from her grasp as she raked a frustrated hand through her hair. "How many times? I didn't sleep with her."

"Oh really?" The Latina challenged. "Because she seemed to suggest otherwise when I spoke to her."

Brittany shook her head in bewilderment. "So this is about Chloe. God, you're such a fucking child. Not that it's any of your business, but she's been pestering me all week to go for dinner. I thought, after turning her down, I at least owed her that much."

"How noble of you." Santana snorted sarcastically.

Brittany ignored her. "She's a nice girl, but there was no spark and I told her I just wanted to be friends. I left before we'd even made it to dessert."

The Latina tried to dismiss the shiver of relief which shot through her. "Well, maybe you should have stuck around. Maybe if you got laid, it would dislodge that huge stick you've got rammed up your ass."

"Fuck you, Santana." Brittany seethed, her face blazing with anger. "You know, I thought that we could be friends. I thought that I'd got you all wrong. But you're clearly just a spoilt little girl with daddy issues who's desperate for someone to love her."

Santana had barely even had a chance to register Brittany's harsh words before she found herself, almost involuntarily, raising her hand and slapping the blonde fiercely across the cheek.

For a second, it was if time stood still. The air was charged with hateful tension as the two women gaped at each other, open-mouthed, in utter disbelief.

"Brittany, I'm so, so sorry. I-"

In a flash, the Latina found herself pinned ferociously against the door as Brittany crashed their mouths together in a heated kiss.

Santana had scarcely managed to take a breath before she felt the blonde's tongue invading her mouth; her hands immobilizing the brunette's hips with a desperate, vice-like grip.

It was a dirty, lewd first kiss; devoid of any romance or sentimentality. Brittany sucked hard on Santana's tongue, eliciting an almost agonized groan from the Latina. The blonde smirked as she peppered wet, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of the shorter woman's jaw.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it Santana?" Brittany taunted, mauling the brunette's breasts aggressively over her shirt. "You've been like a bitch in heat since the moment you first saw me. That's why you were so jealous about Chloe. You couldn't bare the thought of me fucking anyone else but you."

Santana whimpered as the blonde roughly hitched up her skirt. The Latina had never been so turned on in her life. She was in total ecstasy.

"Are you sure that I'm not your type, Santana?" Brittany whispered hotly, pale fingers pinching at tanned thighs. "Is this how you get when you don't want someone?"

Suddenly, without warning, Brittany thrust her hand into the lace of Santana's panties, running a long finger shallowly through the Latina's scalding wetness.

At that, Santana felt something inside of her snap. She needed to prove that she wasn't the only one who was like a bitch in heat

Using all of her strength, the brunette yanked Brittany's hand from her underwear and hoisted her up so that the blonde's toned things were straddling her stomach.

The Latina smirked as felt the scorching dampness of Brittany's center soak through the fabric of her shirt.

Santana turned them around, so that Brittany was splayed out the desk beneath her; completely at the Latina's mercy.

"Tell me blondie," Santana breathed, her voice an octave lower that normal as she sank to her knees. "Is this what you imagine when you get yourself off? In your dirty little fantasies, how do you usually come?" Santana started punctuating her words with a hot trail of kisses up the blonde's leg, beginning at her ankle. "Around my fingers? Around my tongue?"

Brittany could barely even manage to choke out a frenzied groan.

"Fuck, Britt" Santana sighed, dragging her teeth slowly across the slick skin of the blonde's inner thigh. "I bet you'd taste so good."

"Please, Santana." Brittany husked. "I need you to…"

The Latina felt her core throb at the desperation in the other woman's voice. She stood up and leant over the table, so that her face was just centimeters from the blonde's, their uneven breaths mingling hotly together. "To what, Britt?" Santana whispered predatorily. "What do you need me to do?"

Just as Brittany was about to pull the brunette hungrily down on top of her, a tentative knock at the boardroom door jolted the two women out of their haze.

Santana had never moved so quickly in her life. She sprang away from the table and cleared her throat, allowing Brittany to sit up before croaking out a, "Come in."

"I came to check that you two were still alive." Sugar trilled, pushing her way into the room. "Sylvester left a while ago and she looked pretty pissed. I thought she might have murdered you or something."

Brittany was the first to speak.

"Oh yeah, um, you know how she gets." The blonde forced out. "Santana and I were just coming-"

The Latina almost choked Brittany's choice of words, as the blonde flushed beetroot red.

Fortunately, Sugar seemed completely oblivious. "Okay, well, Will wants to speak to you guys. He wants to know how the meeting went."

Brittany nodded dumbly, giving Santana one last frantic look before following the secretary out of the room.

"Fuck, Lopez." Santana breathed to herself. "What have you just done?"