Chapter 6

Someone Like You

A/N: All I can say is Santana is totally gay. Read On!

Dedicated to: merconuta on ig- I love you bitch, thanks for all the inspiration and being overall amazing :)

Warning: Smut, g!p, mild swear words, so if that's not your thing skip until you're happy with where you want to be

Santana's POV

I just decided to stare at Brittany after that performance. Everyone was saying how great it was, when I was just leaning on Puck's shoulder. I didn't know what she meant by the song, but I had a few ideas. And I seriously wanted them to be right.

It was wrong. Very, very wrong what I wanted. But after all, you can't change the people who you fall in love with. And I didn't want to admit it, but I needed to. I'm in love with her.

My mind went blank, and I just stood there, my fingers laced with Puck's. "Hey, babe, are you okay? You still have to shoot your Someone Like You scene," he said.

We had been talking earlier, and he wasn't too happy about having Brittany play Blake, but he knew it was for the better. That it was all for the show.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm fine." He kissed my temple and I walked over to the pizza table, grabbing a slice of deluxe and smiling as Holly walked over to me. "Hey, Holly," I smiled.

She leaned in for a hug while I happily obliged. "I always forgot how much of an amazing actress you were," she said, pulling away and brushing her blonde hair out of her face before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Holly has been my role model for years, ever since I was about 18 when I had met her in my first year of University with Puck. She always led me to believe in myself, and that caused me and Puck to create this multi millionaire business. She never really liked Puck, and she was pretty rude to everyone, but she always had a soft spot for me and Quinn.

"Thank you. So, how have you been? We haven't gotten much of a chance to talk since you've been here dictating everyone," I joked.

She winked at me, sliding her hand down from my cheek to my shoulder. "Good one. So, what's going on over there?" She tilted her head to the side, to Brittany, where she was talking with Mike, Lauren and Puck. Puck.

"What do you mean?"

"Please, Santana, I've known you for five years now, and by the way you were looking at her earlier, there's something going on there."

"Fine. But you can't tell Puck."

"The only time I ever talk to the guy is when we're directing together, and even then it's a pain. I don't need another excuse to speak with him."

I shook my head and smiled a little bit, and she removed her hand from my shoulder to grab a slice of pizza, listening. "You know how sometimes he goes out on those business trips for a few days? Well, it gets pretty lonely."

"You have like, six million friends."

"That I do. But the only one I can actually tolerate is Quinn, and the few others, including Mike, were with Puck at the time. So we went to this bar, and I met her. She's in this band."

"I know how sexy you find girls in bands are so understandable."

"Please don't ever say that word again," I grinned. "And so we went back to her place, and you can guess what happened from there- I gave gave her my number, and little did I know, she was the writer of this show."

"How did you not know that?"

"I was in L.A. shooting Angeles. Puck made all the decisions." I looked longingly at Brittany, who was now doubled over in laughter, her hand on Mike's shoulder for support. "I couldn't be more glad he did," I sighed before continuing, "but it's never going to work out, because I'm still in love with him, but I feel something different for her."

Holly wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a hug, and I hugged her back tightly, resting my cheek on her shoulder. "It was special. That's what you get from flings. Something different, exciting, new. But almost never love."

She rubbed my back gently, and I looked around, making sure nobody would notice us hugging right in front of the pizza table for no apparent reason. But Mike caught my eye and frowned, and in a nod he told me we'd talk about it later.

I pulled back reluctantly. "Drinks tonight with Mike?" Holly smiled and nodded. "Can I invite Will?" I smiled, "Yes, you can bring butt chin. I think I'll bring Quinn and Mercedes, maybe, and Blaine." She nodded.

We heard the signal that lunch was up and Holly and I walked to Puck. "So, question about the song, what am I going for there?"

Puck pointed to the auditorium stage, "Since Blake is going to being in the first row, while Jesse is going to be sitting in the middle row with the other judge and Mike / James, you'll be looking at them while you're playing the piano and singing. But, make sure to look down at her, like you're missing something and you realized it was her just when she started dating that guy. Act like you're in love."

I don't have to act this time.

"Alright, great. Places everyone!" As everyone got in position, I smiled at Brittany as I made my way to the stage, groaning inwardly at how close the camera's were to me. Looking up at Jesse, James and the other guy whose name I couldn't remember, I smiled and leaned into the microphone.

"My name's Isabella Cruz, and as you know, I'm from McKinley highschool. I'll be singing Someone Like You by Adele for my audition."

"Great, Izzy- can I call you that? Take it away," Mike smiled into his little microphone.

I smiled at them and got seated behind the piano, clearing my throat and letting my fingers dance away on the keys as I started the song.

"I heard/That you settled down/That you found a girl and you're married now/I heard that your dreams came true/Guess she gave you things/I couldn't give to you/Old friend/Why are you so shy/Ain't like you to hold back/Or hide from the light"

For a few moments I looked at Jesse, James and the other guy in the middle row, but I eventually gave up and ended up looking at Brittany, who was watching curiously, like it said to in the script, but she had something in her eyes that I just couldn't place my finger on. I shrugged my shoulders at the why are you so shy line, smiling a little bit as I looked back down and continued.

"I hate to turn up out of the blue/Uninvited/But I couldn't stay away/I couldn't fight/I had hoped to see your face/And that'd you be reminded that for me/It isn't over"

My voice cracked as I looked back at Brittany, who had now leaned forward and set her elbows on her knees, frowning slightly and sighing. I could see the tiredness in her eyes, and I instantly felt guilty for leading her on all this time. But I really had hope for us, in the end. I looked to the guys sitting in the middle row, smiling a bit. James, aka Mike, looked at me and put two thumbs up, smiling.

"Nevermind/I'll find someone like you/I wish nothing but the best/For you, too/"Don't forget me"/I beg/"I'll remember,"/You said/Sometimes it lasts in love/But sometimes it hurts instead"

Brittany nodded at me, and I saw tears well in her eyes, but she wasn't just a good actress. Sure, it said to do that in the script, but there was something different in her sad smile, her tired eyes. Something real. Something different, to quote Holly.

"Nothing compares/No worries or cares/Regrets and mistakes/They're memories made/Who ever knew how bittersweet this would taste?"

I sung the last part of the song, looking mostly up but always faltering when I felt the need to look at Brittany. There were tears streaming down her face, but it was quietly, silently, no sobs or noises. It was the most painful type.

I cleared my throat and got up, thanking the judges as they clapped. "Amazing, Isabella." Jesse said, leaning back in his chair. "Outstanding," James said, standing and clapping. I knew that we were supposed to be together in the show, and it was supposed to be a slow burn to make Isabella realize fully she loved Blake, but I couldn't help but laugh at how giddy Mike seemed. It really was funny to see one of your best friends of 15 years fangirl over you.

"Cheers to a succesful first day or shooting!"

We all out our glasses in the air, I held a champagne flute that I was destined to drop, as Holly whooped and Will sat quietly and smiled. He decided not to participate because he didn't film the show, but nevertheless he kissed Holly's cheek and congratulated her.

It was only the few of us, with me ending up inviting Blaine and Mercedes, who brought Sugar and Kurt, and also Quinn, who made Rachel tag along. She gulped down her beer, which everyone laughed at, but I didn't. "Do you really need to do it that fast?" I questioned.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Come over here and I'll find out myself."

Quinn laughed and wrapped her arms around her girlfriends shoulders, pulling her in. "Come on, I can't have my girlfriend and best friend bickering constantly. Will you two ever stop fighting?"

"No." Rachel and I chorused back in unison. She turned to me and grinned for the first time.

"Why is the one thing you two can agree on is also the worst thing about you two."

Rachel proceeded to shower her girlfriend with kisses and little whispers, the likes of which I would not want to know about, at all, as Mike tapped my shoulder. "Hey, could I speak to you for a moment?" Mike smiled at me and I nodded, and he grabbed my hand and lead me to one of the back rooms of the bar, and I tapped my foot along to the beat of "Tungs" by the Frights as we sat down on the black velvet couch.

Mike grabbed my hand gently, forcing me to look at him. "What's going on? You've been oddly sad lately, distant from Puck, Quinn and even me. And you've been staring at that Brittany girl a lot."

I couldn't take it. I slid my hand out of his own and covered my face, quiet sobs filling the room. Mike came closer to me and encased me in his arms, and I could feel his frown as he spoke. "Hey, it's okay to let it all out."

I turned to him and sobbed into his shoulder, the sobs increasing in loudness. "I don't like to cry," I admitted. "It's weak."

"No, it's not. You don't ever cry, it's good to get it out, San." He rubbed my back and I sat up in his arms, sniffling and trying to wipe my eyes with the back of my dark green dress' sleeve. It didn't quite work when the only 'sleeve' that you have is the strap along your shoulder.

Mike pulled an unused tissue out of back pocket and gave it to me, and I smiled grateful and wiped my eyes.

"Now, you know I hate seeing you cry," he smiled sadly as I looked at him, "but we need to talk about this because I think that you can't talk to Puck about it, if I have the right idea."

So I explained it to him. The way I felt about Brittany, the way I didn't love Puck anymore, what we had done and how the way I had to act on the show wasn't really acting.

"I just want you to be happy," Mike said after a moment of silence. He smiled and I leaned my head into his chest, "and so if she makes you happy, I encourage you to be with her. But be sure first. I don't want to see you get hurt, Santana."

I smiled and got up with him, and we headed back. He immediately smiled as he saw Tina at the bar, and he ran over but before he said not to get too drunk and he'd be looking out for me. That'd be pretty hard.

Six drinks of I don't know what later, I was a little more than tipsy. Holly, Will, Quinn and I had gotten wasted, and Mercedes, Rachel, Blaine and Kurt were all staring at us from a booth disappointed and disapprovingly. I winked at Rachel, who made a shocked face and then I disappeared to the same back room Mike and I had been in.

I picked my phone out of the dress' pocket, thank god for that, and dialed Brittany's number.

"Hello?"

"Heyyyy."

"Santana?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

I heard her scoff over the phone. "You're drunk. Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"I'm at that bar. The one we went to last time and you played that song. Did you mean that?" I leaned back against the door frame, hearing her get up and sighing. "I did."

"So does that you mean that you want me but you can't have me and you're going to try your luck with some girl named Heather?"

"I do want you. But no, I will not be getting together with some girl named Heather anytime soon." I smiled at that and crossed my arm over my stomach. "Good. I'm not losing you to some girl named Heather."

"Is it weird that I want to talk to you in person right now? Just see you face to face?"

"No, because I'm thinking the same thing."

"Want to come over?"

"See you in ten."

I knocked on the door to Brittany:s apartment, slightly stumbling. I wasn't that drunk, right? I could make good decisions. She opened the door and smiled and pulled me inside. She was wearing shorts that cut off midway down her thighs and a white button up that was a little too big for her. Her hair was down and flowing around her shoulders. And damn did she look hot.

I closed the door behind me and as soon as I turned around, Brittany gently grabbed my hips and pushed me against the door, and in a second her lips were pressed against mine. On instinct, like I had done this a hundred times before, my hands went to her shoulder and pulled her closer to me, if it was even possible.

This went on for a few minutes, until eventually Brittany slid her hand up my thigh, and I happily obliged to what she was offering, lifting my leg and looping it around her waist. "Wait, wait," she pulled back reluctantly and I slid my hand from her shoulder to her neck, threading my hand in her hair.

"What is it?"

"We can't be doing this, not again."

"Do you really believe that this wasn't bound to happen."

She shook her head and grinned, her forehead on mine. "Of course not. But Puck is waiting for you at home, and he'll be suspicious."

"He's with Finn and Sam at a casino. He won't be back for days, most likely."

"We have to film soon though?"

"Holly has that handled. And if, by chance, he comes home, I could say I slept at Quinn's because I didn't want to be alone."

"How can I resist you?"

"I don't have any ideas."

With that, I pulled her back in, but this time, it was soft, slow. I returned my leg to the floor, and she removed her hands from my waist and then put them on my cheeks, cupping them gently- I held her hand there, my other one still at the nape of her neck.

She pulled back again, this time smiling against my lips as she stroked my cheek gingerly. I leaned into her, inhaling not-so-subtly. She smiled and leaned back, "Did you just smell me?"

"I mean- maybe. But you smell like peaches, or roses, something sweet."

Brittany laughed quietly and traced her fingers, strong but delicate, along my lips, cheekbones, neck, and then collarbone. She just looked at me like I was the sun, the moon, and the stars, just like she had told me not to at the wedding.

"That's ironic."

"What is?"

"The way you're looking at me right now."

"Like how?"

"Like I'm everything you want."

"That's not too far off from the truth," she said, and I couldn't help but smile when she kissed my cheek gently. "My back's hurting against this wood," I smirked and she laughed as she grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the door, standing back and spinning me. "Is that your way if asking if we'd like to take this to the bedroom?" She smiled smugly.

"I'm a lady," i smiled back at her as she led me to the room. I knew we were done talking for the night when she closed the door, and clutched her shirt, pulling her to me and kissing her again and again until I undid her buttons, and she reversed the way we were standing so she could shuffle back and sit down on the bed, tugging me onto her lap.

I pulled off her button up fully, and she pulled down my zipper anogizingly slow, and I attempted to help her out but ended up flailing around and falling forwards, effectively bringing her down with me. We both laughed and I whispered into her neck, where I was nestled now, "Help, please." She undid the zipper and shuffled upwards on the bed, pulling off the dress fully before sitting back up.

"Your hands are clear," Brittany scrunched up her face but I could see she was resisting a grin. "So why don't you warm them up?"

"You're cheesy."

Nevertheless, she encased my hands in her own and squeezed them softly, and I let myself melt into her. "Warm yet?"

"Very." Brittany laughed, letting my hands go and letting her own trail to my back, undoing my bra strap. She kissed every inch of skin she exposed, letting her fingers climb my thighs to my waist. "Someone's a little bit anxious, huh?" I said hoarsely.

Britt laughed breathily, "Maybe." With this, she flipped me over gently pulled off her shorts, and I unclasped her bra myself, I pulled her down on me by wrapping my arms around her neck, pulling her downwards until I felt her own warmth on mine and her I gasped quietly before Brittany pressed her lips to mine, eagerly kissing me.

"You're sure you want to do this, right?" I snorted and she giggled. "Yes, Britt, I'm sure." Then I leaned up, biting down gently on her earlobe before whispering, "Now hurry up and fuck me."

"You're killing me here," she said before rolling off the bed and standing up, pulling off her boxers before returning to her place on top of me. She kissed me again, more heated this time, more passionately, making her hands fall to my waist once again and letting her body rock against mine, and I could feel her hardness against my stomach, her pre-cum leaning onto my stomach.

I wrapped my hand around her dick and started pumping slowly, and she buried her head in my neck as I upped my pace and she groaned into my neck before nudging my legs open more with her hand and getting closer to me, so now out bodies were only inches away from eachother. With a few exceptions.

Unexpectedly, she slid herself out of my grasp, gently lowering herself further and pressing herself to me before opening my pussy lips and bumping her tip against my clit repeatedly, and she bit her lip. "You're on..?" She asked when she felt me getting wetter. All I could do was nod, biting my tongue because she was now pulsating against me.

She nodded before circling my entrance and slowly pushing inside, and we both let out small moans as she pushed deeper inside of me and I stretched to accommodate her size. "Holy shit," she gasped when she bottomed out, pulling back my hips bucking so she slid deeper, before bottoming out fully and leaning down to kiss me, setting a slow yet pleasurable pace.

Brittany let her fingertips roam all over my body, the same way that she did the first day that we met. Ever since then and today in the dressing room, I had been aching for her- and now I had her. She picked up the pace of her thrusts, rolling her hips to hit every spot. My nails dug into her back as she leaned down to kiss me, effectively burying herself further inside of me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped out after Brittany ghosted her lips over my jawline, getting lower and lower she was down to my collarbone.

All the while she was still pounding me. Nipping and biting the skin on my neck, panting and slightly sweaty. "I'm gonna-" just as she said it, I clenched around her my back arched, and Brittany managed to go even faster and I felt her empty herself into me as she stopped abruptly, pressing her lips to mine as she muffled both her moans and mine, the feeling in the pit of my stomach overwhelming as my body tingled all over. I groaned as I felt the rest of her spill into me before she softened and pulled out, but she stayed over me.

As we both came down from our highs, Brittany panting, I tangled my hands in her hair, kissing her heatedly. "That was amazing." She smirked against my lips before giving me a soft peck, "Amazing indeed." I shook my head and she smiled, kissing my shoulder softly. She rolled off of me, to the other side of the bed, and I started getting up.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

She gently grabbed my waist and pulled me back down onto the bed, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me back underneath the covers. "i know you'll have to leave eventually," Brittany said, my back against her front as she rested her chin in my shoulder, kissing my temple before continuing. "But just for now, maybe you could stay?" She questioned, and I turned around in her arms and smiled. "For you, of course."

She grinned, "Really?"

"Really."

She kissed me again, and again, and again, before I settled into the pillow, burying my head in her neck and placing a soft kiss there before closing my eyes. "I'm surprisingly tired."

"Hmm, no surprise there. But you didn't really do any of the work."

"Be quiet, Brittany."

I could hear her smile. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I mumbled.

And I could've sworn, or maybe I was just delusional, she whispered something into my hair. I smiled, already having a pretty good guess but not wanting to ruin the moment, and fell asleep with Brittany tracing patterns on my back with a smile on my face.

Brittany's POV

I felt Santana shift in my arms, turning around for the fifth time. Now she was pressed to my front again, but I didn't mind. I still couldn't get over the fact that she was here, in my arms, right now. I smiled to my self and pulled her closer, and I heard her yawn.

"Someone's up early," I said, turning my head to check the time. 9 am. She groaned, "Too early." I laughed and kissed her forehead softly, getting up. "I'm gonna make some breakfast."

I started to get up but she pulled me back down, "Five minutes?" I grinned and kissed her passionately before getting up. "We can cuddle all you want after breakfast." She groaned again but kissed me before falling back unto the bed, and I threw on my boxers and a Nirvana t-shirt before going to the kitchen. "How do you make homemade pancakes?" I mumbled to myself.

Ten minutes later, while I was looking up recipes for chocolate chip pancakes, Santana came out looking as beautiful as ever in my shorts from last night and in her own bra. "What's taking you so long?" She smiled, crossing her arms as she walked over. "Trying to make you breakfast in bed but you kinda ruined that."

She peeked at my phone. "Mm, pancakes. Need some help with that?" I nodded. "Yes please. So much for a surprise," I frowned. She stood up on her tippy toes and pressed a warm kiss to my lips. "It's okay. I'd like to cook with you anyways," she smiled.

She sifted through my cupboards and grabbed baking soda, flour, sugar and salt, along with milk, eggs and butter from my fridge, and I helped her put it all on the counter. So how are we gonna do this?" I smiled, coming up behind her and putting my hands on the counter, effectively trapping her.

"Well, first of all, you're going to need to let me go."

"Not gonna happen."

"Why is that?"

"Because I don't plan on ever letting you go."

She turned around my arms and set one of her hands along my neck, connecting our lips slowly. Suddenly, I felt something crack over my head, an unmistakable egg shell running down my hair and onto the floor. "You didn't," I said, letting out a rushed breath. "I so did."

I opened my eyes and pretended like I was going in for a kiss, but reached behind her and grabbed a handful of flour, leaning back and throwing it at her, and she coughed while laughing. "Are we even?"

"You're not getting off that easily, babe," she said, granting another egg and cracking it on my head. She then grabbed a pinch of sugar and sprinkled it above my head. "What am I supposed to be now?"

"Some sort of desert," she said, licking her lips before I pulled her to me by the small of her back and kisses her.

"Your lips taste like sugar," she laughed.

"I thought I was already sweet?"

"Now who's cheesy?"

She shook her head and leaned in again, brushing her lips softly against mine. Suddenly, as I ghosted kisses I've over neck down to her collarbone, there was a loud knock at the door.

"Britt?"

"Mhm?" I continued sucking on her pulse point until she gently pushed me away. My hands stayed gripping the counter, resting my forehead on her shoulder, placing a kiss there.

"Britt, babe, come on, you need to get the door."

I smiled again and kissed her lips this time, reluctantly walking away while thinking of the way she had called me babe already. Twice. I pushed away the nagging giddy feeling in my stomach, knowing that this was only temporary. But fuck it if I had already caught feelings.

She was worth the pain.

As I opened the door, trying to fix my hair, which was now filled with eggs, I frowned when I saw who it was.

"Amber?"

"Hey, Little Sis."

A/N: Hey again. Sorry for this chapter being a little uninteresting, I tried my best with the ideas that I had in my head. I've been having some writer's block lately but hopefully that'll change soon. Also, sorry for how cringey the sex scene was, kinda had no idea what I was planning on writing.