Chapter Seven
You Did Well, Kid
A/N: Sorry for the unoriginal title, I usually try to use quotes from the story and just wasn't feeling any of the other lines. Read On!
Brittany's POV
"Hey Brittany!"
"Anthony."
"Woah, you look like a mess," Amber said. I groaned. "And you showed up unannounced. Wait here for five minutes."
I quickly closed the door. Running my hands through my hair. "Britt?" Santana could feel the stress radiating off me. I sighed.
"I know this'll be a stupid question, but are you okay?"
"No. No, I'm not. My sister just showed up here with her husband, total asshat, by the way. I don't have a good history with her. Only my brothers. Brother." I sighed, this time more dejected, again, and walked over to her.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to spill all of this on you right now."
"No, no, it's okay." She cupped my cheeks warmly and pulled me in for a affectionate kiss. "I love that you're able to talk to me. But what are they gonna say when they see me here?"
"Anthony is gonna say "damn" because of how hot you are, and even Amber is gonna be drooling. So maybe put on a shirt and some pants."
"I don't live here, Britt."
"Don't remind me," I frowned and she gave me a quick peck. "I wish," she mumbled. "Maybe just some jeans and a shirt. I'll deal with them."
"Maybe you should put on some pants too," she grinned against my lips before slipping away to freshen up in the bathroom. I quickly ran to my own room and pulled on some sweatpants, rushing to the door and reopening it.
Amber stepped in and Anthony came in behind her, hands in his jeans pockets. "What are you guys doing here?" I gestured to the couch in front of the tv, sitting down on the loveseat beside them. "I wanted to see my little sister, and we're here on business. Anthony for the recording studio and me for recording at the studio," she grinned.
Of course. Amber and Anthony Brooks, the recording duo. "That's nice. Well, good seeing you two, see you at Easter."
"Woah, woah, Britt. We have some questions for you too. Like why are there eggs in your hair and how did they get there?"
"Well," Santana's calm voice rang out through the apartment as she stepped out of the bathroom in a post of my jeans and a dark red t-shirt. I leaned back against the couch, and I grinned. "Food fights are pretty fun." She winked at me and I patter the cushion next to me, and she sat down.
"Holy shit- You're-"
"Yes, I am, and I don't really appreciate people yelling my name at me. It gets boring." She flashed Anthony a wink and he visibly melted, and I felt the sudden urge to let her know she was mine, even if she wasn't. I wrapped my arm around her waist and tugged her closer to me, visibly glaring.
"Aren't you married to that guy? Uh, what's his name, babe?"
"Noah Salling." Amber was glaring.
"Yeah! Yeah, him!"
Santana gulped. "I-"
"I mean there was rumours of you guys breaking up, so. But damn, well done, kid." Anthony reached out to high five me, but slapped his hand down and Santana smiled kindly, and fakely. "Rumours, rumours."
"Well, I'm not assuming you're filling around with my sister while married, huh?" Amber clearly didn't like the company. She wasn't very impressed, always being the star of the family, with her golden hair and brown eyes. She acted like she was queen of the world when all she really was lowly servant. Well, maybe not. But whatever.
Just then, Rachel bursted through the door with Quinn. "Brittany, I'm- Amber!"
Amber jumped up from her seat and Anthony stood, smiling. "Rachel! Oh my god, it's so good to see you." Rachel embraced Amber, "What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming!"
Rachel and Amber starred talking and laughing, and I was glad that Rachel didn't realize that Santana was sitting beside me. Quinn walked over and I sighed. "One, why do you have eggs in your hair? Two, Who's that? And three, why are you here, San? You kind've night-" Quinn gasped.
I nodded and Santana smirked a little bit. "There are eggs in my hair because we were having a rudely interrupted food fight, and then something that I won't repeat because I am a lady. Also, that's my sister." Quinn snorted. "She seems more excited to see Rach than you."
"Yeah, well, that's what you get when you have a sister like that."
"Wait, that's Amber and Anthony Brooks. You're related to Amber and Anthony Brooks?!"
"Yeah. People keep reminding me of things I don't want to hear about today. Go over and talk to them."
Five minutes later, Amber had seemed to forgotten all about attacking Santana and I sighed gratefully at Rachel, but I knew it was only at the moment that she wouldn't be attacking me about having Santana over.
"So, Quinn, are you Rachels friend or something?"
"Oh, I'm, well-" Quinn peeked over at Quinn nervously and Rachel laced their fingers, smiling at her. "She's my girlfriend." Quinn was blushing profusely but looked back at Amber. "Yep." She said confidently.
"Why don't you guys go out for breakfast? Santana and I have to clean up here, anyways, and I need a shower."
"Maybe Santana can come too, since she's already dressed." Amber smiled.
Not gonna happen, Quinn mouthed to me and Santana, who laughed. "Well, I think with that many celebrities, we're going to get rioted." Everyone laughed and Quinn winked at Santana, who gave her a grateful smile. "Okay, well we'll get our coats and be back in a few hours."
Once they had left, I groaned into Santana's shoulder. "What's wrong?" She said, brushing some hair out of my face. "Honestly, just her at this point. I was so relaxed before she came and now.." I trailed off.
"Well," she rubbed my upper arms gently and kissed the top of my head, "you still need to take a shower, and so do I. You know, less water wasting or whatever?"
I grinned into her shoulder before kissing her. "Gladly, come on." With that, I stood up and pulled her up with me, kissing her again before lifting her onto my waist, where she instinctively wrapped her legs around me.
"We're getting too good at this."
I wrapped myself in a towel and repped out of the bathroom, Santana close in tow while leaving the door open, steam wafting out."
"Sheesh," she said, waving her hand in front of the door, as if that would help. "San, that's that's not going to work." I grabbed her hand gently and pulled her to me, her towel nearly dropping. "Britt- come on, Fabgay and the others are gonna be back soon. We just spent like an hour in there and there really isn't going to be an explanation for what we could've been doing- Rachel's not gonna be too happy about that."
"Yeah, I don't want to be stuck in that one."
We changed quickly, walking back out to the living room. "What are we gonna do now?" Santana hummed and tapped her fingers on the kitchen table. "Well, we could go out and get our own brunch?"
"I'm live to spend the day with you, but don't you need to get home?"
She groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, Puck's gonna be waiting for me." I sighed at the name before pressing a firm kiss to her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, right? For filming?" She nodded and smiled, running to my room and getting her stuff. She stuffed her dress into her purse and I raised an eyebrow, but she just brushed it off with a wave of her hand.
"Are you gonna get home okay? I mean, I'd offer to drive you but Puck is probably going to see my car- I could give you some cash to take a cab or something, I invited you ove-"
Santana stepped forward and kissed my lips gently, to which I stopped talking at. "You're rambling. I'll be fine getting back, if anything I'll just tell him that Quinn was being lazy, as always. I'll be fine. And yes, I'll see you tomorrow for filming." I smiled and kissed her cheek.
Opening the door, she stepped out. "Bye," she smiled. "Bye." She started walking down the hallway but turned back quickly, bringing her hand to the back of my nec and pulling me in one more time in a rushed kiss, but before she could pull back, I tugged her to me by the small of her back.
"Might be awhile since we got to do that again."
She chuckled and kissed my cheek. "Bye, Brittany."
I smiled as she walked away for real this time, closing the door and leaning back onto it.
This isn't me. I'm not the girl who worries about if the other girl gets home safe or how the rest of the day will go, or worry about if I'll ever see them again. But Santana was different. She was making me different- like how I already missed her after five seconds of not being with her. But it wasn't going to work out, and I needed to keep telling myself that unless I'd be in too deep.
Rachel's POV
We sat down in a little restaurant across the street from our apartment. As Quinn was ordering, I couldn't help but think about what Santana was doing there. I had some pretty good guesses but I didn't even want to think about them at the moment.
"So, it's crazy how Britt is dating Santana freaking Lopez, huh? I mean, the girl's smoking."
Amber elbowed Anthony in the forearm, and he put his hands up defensively. "Hey, it's not my fault or anything. She is! You agree, right ladies?" He winked at Quinn and I made a face, lacing my fingers with Quinn's, whose hand was lying on the table. She smiled.
"I mean,I'd prefer it if you'd didnt talk about my best friend that way," she said, rather defensively. She shot a look at Anthony, who raised his hands again. I caught a glimpse of her face as she turned away to look at the pictures on the walls of the restaurant, and it looked like she was remembering something she'd rather forget.
-Flashback Commence, 5 years ago-
Author's POV
Senior Year, here I come, Quinn thought as she walked down the halls of her familiar highschool. The index smiled when she saw her beautiful girlfriend by her lockers, crowded by her friends, clearly asking her questions all about her and Santana's vacation.
During the summer, the two girlfriends had decided to go to Paris, France for a month. Sure, it took a lot of convincing from their parents, but Santana got the benefit of fhe doubt from her own because of, well, what had happened between her and her Abuela. Quinn still frowned whenever she thought about it.
They had to learn even more french than they did in school, and it was pretty hard for Quinn since she wasn't bilingual already. But they didn't end up using it a lot, because since their parents decided not to come along, knowning the already seventeen-year-olds were very mature for their age. So Santana and Quinn stayed in the hotel most of the trip, mostly in their room. Santana's parents were pretty suspicious when they "accidently" got a king sized bed instead of twins, but they shrugged it off.
Quinn walked up to her girlfriend and wrapped her arm around her shoulder, grinning at their height difference, which was seemingly perfect for kissing.
"Lovebirds," Mike said, nudging Quinn's side as she laughed. "Shut up, Mike." The two girls had already said I love you multiple times to eachother, but Santana was still adjusting to being bisexual. Although the school knew all about the lovers, she was still nervous. So Quinn respected the way she felt by only staying "I love you" over text or while they were alone or by whispering it to her.
Quinn smiled at Mike and the rest of their friends. Mercedes and Shane, who were dating, Sugar, Angela and Blaine, the infamous siblings, and Blair, one of Quinn's closest friends. Quinn turned to Santana, lacing their fingers. "Well, we have class," Quinn announced.
"We barely got to see you this summer, Quinn," Blair said, winking. "Same thing with you, San. We'll have to get together tonight, if we don't have too much work to do.," the friends laughed and went on their way, Santana and Quinn left alone. "Finally," Quinn said, leaning in for a kiss. Santana smiled but ours away, and Quinn raised her eyebrow. "You know how much how I love kissing you-"
"You know how much I love you," Quinn whispered against Santana's ear, making a shiver go down her spine. "Yes, I do, and I love you too," Santana kept her voice low, "but we need to get to class. There'll be time for lots of that later. C'mon." Quinn reluctantly grabbed Santana's hand as they walked to Drama and Art, which were both right beside eachother. They walked quickly but in silence, Santana's head on Quinn's shoulder. They got to the door of Santana's class and Quinn grabbed Santana's other hand, lacing their fingers.
"I'll see you at lunch?" Quinn said.
"Yeah, now here, give me a kiss before I go." Quinn Smid and kissed her girlfriend gently, which resulted in some cat calling out the open door of the drama classroom. "Quiet down," Mr. Chase said from inside the classroom. Santana heard him slap his ruler against his desk, which resulted in the room going dead silent.
"That's my queue," Santana said, pulling away from her girlfriends lips. "I love you," she whispered into her ear. "I love you too," Quinn responded, Santana going inside, leaving her smiling like an idiot.
"Lezpez, how you doin'?"
Santana cocked her head to the side, snorting at the hand that was perched above her head and turned around to face the voice of a seemingly cocky jock. She was correct.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Lucas Benjamin, senior, line backer. I heard you were gay and you're dating that skank, Quinn Fabray? You know I could give you much more than she could. Literally." Lucas chuckled, getting a little too close for Santana's comfort. She attempted to shove him away, but he stayed in place. "Dude, just leave me alone. I love Quinn, not some stuck up douche bag like you."
"Really? I'm stuck up? You walk around like some prissy bitch who owns this place, but you don't. Going around, acting all tough when really-"
That was about all Lucas got in before a strong hand collided with his jaw, Santana moving from underneath him as Puck slammed him up against the lockers, holding him in the air by his shirt collar. "You know, that really is no way to get a girl to like you, you dick."
Lucas got in a sucker punch to Puck's face, cashing him to let go of the linebacker and stumble back, clutching his nose. "You son of a bitch," Puck groaned into his hands.
"You're really defending that slu-"
"You're done for," Puck said as he slammed Lucas into the lockers once again, and this time he fell to the floor. Being much bigger than the boy on the ground, Puck grabbed Lucas' wrists and threw him across the hall, which was really only a few feet away.
"Are you okay?" Puck turned to Santana, wiping his bloody nose on his Letterman jacket. "Am I okay? You're the one with the nose bleed," she set her hand on his back and started walking, leading him to the nurse.
About twenty minutes later, Puck was sitting on the long cot in the nurses room, and Santana stood opposite him. The nurse said there wasn't any major damage, his nose would be fine, but there might be some bruising from the punches Lucas got in. He pleaded with the nurse not to go to the Principal about him, and she said she wouldn't.
"How do you feel?" Santana looked up from her shoes, and Puck smiled at her a little bit. "I'm fine. But what about you? That guy was way out of line." Puck shook his head, looking down at his feet and then to Santana's. "Yeah, I'm okay, he was just a dick." Santana sat down on the right of Puck, "You know whatever he said wasn't true, right?" Puck reached for her hand, which she let him take.
"He was right, for the most part. I do act like a bitch. I am a bitch. Hell, I called you Puck because I thought that was your name a few years ago. The name stuck, huh?"
Puck chuckled. "It did. But your not a bitch, Santana. Ever since then, I watched you, after you called me Puck. You really care about your friends and you would do anything for Quinn. I know you walk around like you own the place, you certainly have the drive too, but I also know that you're nice. Nd you don't let anyone get under your skin." Puck shrugged at the last part, knowing Santana wouldn't. She looked up at the last part, staring at Puck, really wondering if he had been watching her all this time. She didn't thing it was in a stalkerish way. He was a teenage boy; he didn't know how to act on his intentions. Santana was glad he didn't, because of her being with Quinn. But she couldn't help but think of the possibilities of he had.
Puck slowly looked up to see Santana staring at him, looking thoughtful. He stared into her eyes for a few moments, dark like the night sky. But they had something about them, like they were hiding some sort of light. Santana looked into his eyes too, and she subtly shifted her hand that was in his, lacing their fingers loosely. Puck couldn't help leaning into her, and before Santana knew what was happening, she parted her lips and leaned into his as well, and their lips connected in a kiss.
They pulled away a few seconds later, Puck resting his hand on Santana's cheek. She sucked in a breath as she realized what she had just done, and she quickly stood up and ran out of the room, down the hall. She couldn't remember which class she was supposed to be in, all her mind was focused on was what that kiss had meant. She didn't pull away, she leaned in, she kissed him back.
Meanwhile, Puck had gotten up too, tying to find her. "Santana? Santana!" He jogged down the hall towards her. How could he be so stupid? She was standing in the middle of the hallway, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. That wasn't the right time and you're dating Quinn and-"
Unexpected to Puck, and most certainly to her, she stood up on her toes, kissing him again before pulling back and starting to freak out. She really couldn't help it; Puck had the same demeanor that had caused her to kiss Quinn. "No, no, no no. No."
"What?" Santana was pacing the lockers, biting on her thumb nail. "Santana," Puck grasped the raven-haired girl's shoulder, effectively stopping her from moving. "I- don't- I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry. I'm dating Quinn. I need to go."
She ran off, towards the class she now remembered she had. The teacher gave her a questionable look, wondering where her books were, but all Santana did was slump back in her chair, letting her thoughts take over her.
"Hey, girls, we're gonna go out for awhile. We'll see you when we get back?"
It was early on Saturday, and Santana and Quinn had just been watching a movie with Quinn's parents. Quinn's hand had been sliding up her thigh the entire movie, and Quinn's step-dad, Richard, had cleared his throat a few times just so she would keep her hands to herself. She didn't.
" When did that happen?" Quinn raised her eyebrow curiously, but Richard just shook his head and grinned at his step daughter.
"Five minutes ago. See you later." Quinn's mom threw a quick "I love you" over her shoulder to both the girls, and Santana moved her leg from underneath Quinn's to overtop of them, and Quinn pulled her girlfriend closer, onto her lap.
"You know you can't do that," Santana mumbled against her girlfriends lips, "I'm innocent." Santana smirked, pulling away from Quinn. "Really? So sliding your hand up my thigh is innocent?"
Quinn faked being shocked. "What, you mean like this?" She let her fingertips trail up Santana's lower thigh, before before sliding her hand up more to tug at the waistband of her Cheerios skirt, while her lips traced patterns along Santana's collarbone. "Quinn.." she mumbled against the blonde girl's head, fingers tangled in her hair as the other girls hand slipped into skirt."I can't," she whispered franticlaly. Quinn stop kissing Santana's neck and removed her hand from the waistline of her underwear.
"What is it? We can go upstairs instead if if want," Quinn offered worriedly.
"It's not that. I need to tell you something," Santana said, standing up from Quinn's lap. Quinn stood with her, holding her hand. "What? What is it?"
"On Monday, you know how Puck got into that fight and I took him to the nurse's office?" Santana said nervously.
"I don't know why you still call him Puck, but yeah."
"Well, we kissed. Twice."
Quinn took a little step back from Santana, wrapping her arms around her small frame. "I'm sorry, it- it didn't mean anything! We were both just there and.."
"Who initiated the kiss?"
"The first one was him and the second one was me." Santana gulped, waiting for Quinn's response. She couldn't even look at her supposed girlfriend. "What? Do you like him more or something?"
Santana's face fell and she took a step forward. "Quinn, no, I love you and only you." Santana's eyes started to brim with tears. "If you only loved me, you wouldn't have kissed him or even thought about it. I can't," Quinn started, but didn't get in any more words after that, and Santana hated seeing Quinn so hurt. She hated it even more that she was the one to hurt her.
She stepped forward hesitantly, reaching her arms out to hold Quinn, but she pulled away from Santana's grasp. Nothing had ever hurt the girl more than when Quinn stepped back. "Don't," she warned. "Don't." At this point, tears flowed freely down both girls faces, and Santana sniffled. "I think I should go," she said, grabbing her jacket that was slung over the couch, running out the door into the cold fall air.
A/N: This chapter was a little shorter than usual, but lately I've been working on editing on my Instagram ( if you wanna go follow it :) ) and I've been a little busy. This story has sort of turned into a bunch of Quinntana, but I promise the next chapter will be more interesting. And I'm working on something new as well :)