A/N: Decided to keep this A/N to begin this next chapter. Thank you to everyone who seems to understand what I'm trying to achieve with this story.
First off, I would like to apologise to all my readers. This was a very different idea that I had and although I didn't expect it to cause such controversy, I didn't intend to piss people off.
There was always going to be multiple pairings and yes, perhaps I should have forewarned the readers of sexual content between different characters. I fully accept responsibility for that. Deciding on the pairing for this fic wasn't easy. I've changed it before and now I've changed it again. To appease my readers, this is now simply labelled a Santana fic. I've changed the summary as well. I hope this will better suit the Brittana, Pezberry, Faberry and other shippers out there who weren't happy with the way I structured this story.
In my defence, to the reviewers who said that I simply ignore my readers and what they say – I take exception to this. I reply to every single review that I get, so not everyone may see my response, but I don't simply ignore what people say because I don't like it. I don't think that's a quality of a good writer. I absolutely cherish what my readers think and, believe what you will, but I do take what they say into account. Realistically, though, I can't adhere to every suggestion and I do need to stay along my storyline.
So, once again, I apologise to the readers out there that I have offended and upset. It truly was not my intention.
This is just an interim author's note until I update again. I didn't want to wait to post this…
I can't force people to read my stories and I firmly believe that you should only read something that you enjoy. Now I know that I need to give my readers a heads up when certain things will happen in a chapter, like sexy times with Pezberry and Brittany and Finn.
Once again, my amazing readers, I am sorry. I cherish each and every one of you.
P.S.: Brittana is still absolutely endgame.
And Anon – I'm not offended, simply surprised that you seem to be under the impression that you can read my thoughts. When I get 'a review that I don't like', I do not simply put an A/N out there as a chapter. If I posted one after every negative review, this fic would be pretty much A/N's with very little story. So while I absolutely appreciate your support, please don't presume to know what I'm thinking.
I welcome any and all responses :)
Also, I know you guys don't like Finn. I can't fucking stand him. But he's not Finn from the show. He's like Mike. And if I had said that Mike and Britt slept together, I'm pretty sure things would be fine. It's called Role Reversal for a reason...
This chapter will focus heavily on the repercussions of Brittany and Santana and their respective couplings and any hidden feelings. It may seem boring, but bear with me – it's integral to the story :)
Muchos gracias to Rhettlee for the inspiration for the first paragraph ;p
Onward and up!
-H
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(
CHAPTER 16
Brittany jerked in her sleepy state as she felt something moving along her bare leg. She scrunched up her nose as she slowly woke.
"Hey, you," a husky voice whispered in her ear.
Brittany smiled and hummed, turning into the thick hair next to her on the pillow and inhaling deeply.
There was a low chuckle. "Did I tire you out, Britt?"
The blonde simply nodded and moulded her body into her companion's.
"Too tired for another round?" the same voice teased.
Yeah, right.
Brittany immediately straddled her bed mate and fused their lips together. The moan that rumbled deep in her throat seemed to give her lover some adrenaline and she soon found herself flat on her back, a warm tongue tracing intricate patterns in that special spot on her neck that made her toes curl.
"You're so fucking hot, Britt. You have no idea how wet you make me."
Wet? Surely they meant hard, right? Boys don't get wet.
Brittany fluttered her eyes open and her breath caught as deep brown eyes looked down at her with a smile.
"S-S-Santana?"
"You were expecting someone else?"
Before Brittany could answer, Santana dipped her head and kissed her tenderly. It made Brittany's insides do somersaults and the tightness between her legs just grew exponentially.
She heard herself whimper as Santana's tongue moved slowly down her body. Brittany couldn't control her body's responses and she gasped, her lungs robbed of all breath when she felt a warm pressure between her folds.
"Now this seems a little unfair."
Brittany's eyes flew open and saw Rachel, stark naked, standing at the foot of the bed.
"Hey, baby," Santana murmured.
Brittany almost moaned at the absence of Santana's tongue between her legs and simply watched as her best friend kissed the Latina.
"I don't think she wanted you to stop," Rachel murmured, inclining her head to Brittany, who was lying completely exposed on the bed.
"Honestly, I kinda didn't want to," Santana admitted, climbing back on top of Brittany, rolling her hips against the blonde's. "But I kinda really want you to fuck me too, Rach."
"That can be arranged," Rachel replied, like it was no big deal.
Santana grinned and rolled Brittany on top of her. "Sit up. Shuffle to my face," she whispered.
Brittany's body obeyed. It was like she had no control. She swallowed in anticipation as she positioned her legs on either side of Santana's head. They held steamy eye contact until Santana inclined her head to stroke her tongue slowly and deliberately along Brittany's slit.
"Oh, fuuuuck," she moaned, her hips bucking down into Santana's face.
Santana's tongue continued its talented assault on her sex and she was soon a shivering mess, the amount of pleasure the Latina was giving her rendering her completely useless.
She felt Santana shake slightly beneath her and she was forced to withdraw her tongue to take quick breaths. The short bursts of air from Santana's mouth hit her clit directly, sending shivers down her spine.
Santana's fingers dug into Brittany's thighs where she was gripping her and the blonde twisted around to see Rachel paying careful attention to Santana's core with her mouth, clearly driving the Latina crazy.
"San," Brittany moaned. She'd been so close and now she felt the tension in her tummy slowly unwinding.
"Fuck, sorry, Britt baby."
Brittany smiled. She liked how that sounded coming from Santana's mouth. And now that mouth was back where it felt like it belonged and Brittany immediately started rocking her hips again.
"Santanaaaaaa," Brittany moaned, that peak coming ever closer.
She felt the Latina shaking violently beneath her, her back arching slightly and lifting Brittany onto her knees. The new angle allowed her to dive inside Brittany with her tongue and the blonde had honestly never felt anything so wonderful.
She felt someone moving behind her and two hands came around her taut stomach to pinch her nipples. The sensation went straight to her throbbing clit and Brittany's breath became even more ragged.
"Oh...oh my...oh...fuck...Saaaaan," she eventually cried out, knowing that one last thrust would send her into that ultimate bliss that she longed for.
Brittany jolted awake to the sound of her bedroom door slamming open.
"Who's Santana?" her brother, Jeremy, asked with a smirk.
"Who?" Brittany asked breathlessly, thankful that her duvet covered the definite arousal that she felt.
"You just called out her name."
"No, I didn't."
"Did too."
"You're hearing things," Brittany snapped. "Why are you even in here? You know the rules when Mom and Dad aren't here. And it's Sunday. You know not to bug me on Sundays."
Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Kyla and I are hungry. It's almost noon. You need to make us lunch."
"Make it yourself," Brittany grumbled, flopping back into her pillows. It was then that she realised how sweaty she was. Her tank top was sticking to her damp skin and her sleep shorts were very uncomfortable.
"Make us lunch or I'm gonna tell Mom," Jeremy said snippily.
"You know what?" Brittany suddenly yelled, sitting up again, her eyes blazing.
Jeremy actually looked a little scared.
"Just order pizza, brat. I'll give you money when it gets here."
Her brother nodded and closed the door quietly. Brittany sighed in relief and pulled her duvet over her head, squeezing her eyes closed as the extremely vivid dream danced around in her head.
"What the fuck, Pierce?" she mumbled to herself.
Not only had she had the hottest sex dream ever, but it had starred her best friend and her best friend's girlfriend. In a threesome. With her.
"This is so fucked up," Brittany sighed. She felt so helpless that she wanted to cry.
Why couldn't she forget Santana? And why the hell had Rachel guest starred in a dream she would have much preferred stay with just her and Santana.
Ha! You just admitted that you wanted her.
Brittany frowned. After Friday night's intense orgasm, she'd reluctantly succumbed to the fact that Santana did things to her. To her body, to her mind...to her heart. It was ridiculous. She couldn't. She was straight. She was. She...
She had to be.
Santana stared at her computer screen with a frown on her face, causing her glasses to perpetually slip down her face. With a huff of irritation, she pushed them back up and her eyes focused on the browser open on her laptop. Her finger was hovering over the close button, but her eyes kept darting to Brittany's profile picture.
She was Facebook stalking Brittany fucking Pierce.
God, what is wrong with you?
A knock on her door made her jump. Her hand slipped and she minimised the page instead.
"Come in," she called, wincing at her croaky voice.
"Hey, hey, Santa!"
Santana grinned widely and left her laptop on her bed as she jumped into Raquel's open arms.
"Oh my God, it is so good to see you!" Santana said, her voice muffled in her aunt's shoulder.
"You too." Raquel pulled away and smiled down at her niece. Santana knew she could see the faint circles under her eye and the worry lines seemingly permanently etched into her forehead. The older woman frowned slightly. "¿Está todo bien, sobrina?"
Santana took a slow and calculating breath in. She knew that she could confide in Raquel. Her aunt had been such a pillar of strength for Santana when she was coming to terms with her sexuality. She looked up to her and trusted her implicitly.
"Raquel, I'm...confused."
Raquel's dark eyes (Lopez genetics) registered surprise. "We're not talking about a trip back into the flannel closet, are we?"
"Jesus, no," Santana said with a humourless laugh. "I think that would be easier, actually."
"Uh oh," Raquel said knowingly, moving to Santana's bed. "Girl trouble. Come and sit with me, sobrina."
Santana sighed and joined her aunt on the bed. Raquel lifted the laptop and handed it to her. The teenager figured that this would be as good a place to start as any. She opened the browser again and clicked to enlarge Brittany's profile picture.
"Nice," Raquel commented with a smirk.
Santana pointed on her screen. "This is Rachel, my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? Santa, you've been holding out on me!" Raquel said in mock outrage. She nudged her shoulder affectionately. "She's cute."
It made Santana smile. "Yeah." She moved her finger. "This is her best friend. Brittany."
Raquel studied the blonde for a bit and then looked at Santana's face. "Oh, dear," she murmured. "What happened?"
Santana spilled everything – their fight, Brittany's confession, their heart-to-hearts, the mind-blowing make out session-that-almost-became-something-a-LOT-more, and her ostentatious behaviour at her party.
"What do you want?" Raquel eventually asked, once she'd let the whole story sink in.
Santana sighed. "Rachel's amazing. I love being with her. We have amazing chemistry. It's not like I'm not attracted to her because I am. A lot."
"But?"
"But...I don't know what it is about Brittany. She told me she doesn't care what happened between us. She's pretty much pretending that it didn't happen."
"Is that why you haven't told Rachel?"
Santana nodded. "Partly. I don't want to hurt Rachel. She's done so much for me. I just...it's not like I feel indebted to her or anything. I mean, I do, but that's not why I'm staying with her. I do really care about her." She took a deep breath as she tried to find the right words. "Brittany is convinced that she's straight. And hell, maybe she is. I don't know her well enough to say otherwise. I mean, why should I break up with an amazing girl for someone who doesn't even know what she wants? And who's to say that anything will even develop between us?"
"I repeat, what do you want?"
"I don't want drama. I don't want someone who can't be honest with herself. Rachel is completely comfortable in her own skin. She's comfortable with me, with my family. I've even met her dads and-"
"Hold up, dads?"
"Yeah, she's got gay dads."
Raquel pondered for a while. "Santana, it sounds like you've made your decision so why are you looking at Brittany's profile picture instead of Rachel's?"
"Because I..." Santana huffed in frustration and ran a hand through her hair. "When I started high school, I had the biggest crush on Brittany. I seriously thought I was in love. It was weird. It lasted for about four months until she showed her true colours and then I just kinda lost respect for her."
"So are you still crushing on her?" Raquel asked.
"No, I don't think it's that," Santana mused. "I think it's more like temptation. Like I'm Eve, Rachel's Adam and Brittany's the apple."
"Wow, that's actually a great analogy," Raquel chuckled.
"Yeah, well, I've been thinking about this a lot."
"Answer me this, sobrina. If Brittany's on your mind so much, why is there a hickey the size of Texas on your neck? I'm pretty sure she didn't give it to you."
Santana blushed and automatically pulled the collar of her shirt up. "No, that was Rachel. We, uh..."
"Yeah, I don't need details, kiddo," Raquel said quickly, holding up her hands. "You know that I was hardly the poster child for celibacy in high school."
"Yeah, me neither," Santana muttered. "Thing is, both Rachel and I are very sexual beings. Not like bunnies or anything. Well, maybe Rachel, but we like looking and feeling sexy. So when the attraction ignited between us, things were bound to get heated. And then the fight happened and we couldn't do anything until Friday night."
"The party?"
Santana nodded. "Yeah. Well, technically before the party."
"Do you regret it?"
"Definitely not. It was amazing. Way better than I could have ever imagined."
"Well, that's good, right?" Raquel said with an encouraging smile. "You didn't, uh...you, um, didn't think about-"
Santana's eyes widened. "Jesus, no! Raquel, I may be a little fucked up, but I'm not that fucked up. No, she never once entered my head when I was with Rachel."
"So what does that tell you?"
Santana nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I know. I guess that whatever this...thing is with Brittany, I just have to accept that it's in the past. Maybe it was a mistake. I know it was a seriously bad judgement call on my part and I do regret cheating on Rachel."
"With her best friend," Raquel added.
Santana winced. "Yeah, with her best friend. As hot as it may have been, what I have with Rachel is...it's real. Brittany almost seems like a dream now. Like it didn't even really happen."
"Careful, Santa."
"No, look, I'm not naive. It did happen. I know it did. But what I have with Rachel overshadows that. Our relationship, although unexpected and unorthodox, works perfectly for us. We match each other on every level. She doesn't take my shit and I don't take hers. We fight and bicker and laugh and cuddle and have really amazing sex."
"Ew. Really did not need to hear that," Raquel said with a grimace, putting her hands over her ears.
Santana chuckled. "Come on. I called you at one am the night I lost my virginity. You didn't seem to mind all the details then."
"That's because you're my Santa and I love you and you sounded so scared, but so happy. I wanted you to feel comfortable with your decision."
"Yeah, I know. That's why your my favouritest gay aunt."
"I'm your only gay aunt," Raquel countered good-naturedly. It was a game they often played.
"And if it weren't for you, I never would've had the courage to come out when I did."
Raquel put an arm around Santana and squeezed. "Love you, kiddo."
"Love you too."
"So, are you ok now? Are things a little clearer in your head?"
Santana nodded slowly. "Yeah, I think so. Brittany was a mistake. I definitely see that now and she certainly believes that it was. Rachel's important to me and my focus is on our relationship."
"Good, I'm really glad to hear that. So when do I get to meet this Rachel girl?"
"Hey, be nice. That's my super sexy girlfriend you're talking about."
"Who, me?"
Santana turned at the sound of Rachel's voice.
Shit! Crap! How long has she been standing there? Did she hear me say that Brittany was a mistake? Fuck!
"Hey, baby," Santana said carefully, shooting her a smile. "When did you get here?"
"Like two seconds ago. Is this Raquel?" Rachel asked, stepping into the room.
Phew. So she didn't hear anything. Right? God, I hope so. I really don't want to hurt her.
"What a pleasure to finally meet the girl who's managed to rein the youngest and wildest Lopez in," Raquel said with a genuine smile, holding out her hand.
Rachel laughed and shook the proffered hand. "She definitely didn't make it easy, but I think she's worth it."
Santana blushed and looked down at her hands.
"Aw, you've rendered her speechless. And decimated the myth that Latin people can't blush," Raquel teased, laughing.
"Shut up," Santana mumbled.
"You know, I really could tease you relentlessly about this, but I won't," Rachel chuckled
"Oh, and what do you want from me?" Santana smirked, her confidence bouncing back quickly.
"I can list a few things," Rachel purred, giving Santana a look that told her exactly what she wanted.
"Okeeeee, I'm gonna go and grab a chainsaw downstairs cos that's the only way I'm gonna cut through all this sexual tension."
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Raquel," Rachel said with a small smile as the older woman walked out the room.
"And you, Rachel. Lunch in thirty, ladies!"
Rachel met Santana's eyes again and smiled. "Hey."
"Hey," Santana replied, crooking a finger. "Get your sexy ass over here."
Within three seconds they were making out on the bed furiously.
Brittany strolled around the grocery store, munching on a protein bar. Jeremy and Kyla were giggling and running around, generally being their normal irritating-as-shit selves.
Little brats.
Her parents had called that afternoon and instructed her to go shopping with the twins for food for that week. Her parents normally did this every Sunday evening, but they were in London for another ten days so Brittany had to fill in. No doubt the twins would tattle if she didn't adhere to the strict instructions left by her control freak mother.
Which was why she was aimlessly wandering around the grocery store, letting the twins run rampant, choosing all sorts of junk food. She didn't care. She gave them what they wanted and they stayed out of her way. She hit the magazine aisle and perused through the latest Vogue as Kyla ran full on into the cart, rocking the eggs she held in her hand.
"Don't break them, moron," she snapped. "Mom won't be pleased if I have to buy extra things because you're clumsy."
"You're mean," Kyla huffed, putting the eggs in the cart and stalking away.
Brittany rolled her eyes. Her sister was so dramatic. She wasn't mean. She just gave them tough love. Coach Em always said that coddling bred idiots. And no way was Brittany going to let the Pierce name suffer because her brother and sister shared a brain cell.
A familiar laugh floated over from the next aisle and Brittany gripped the magazine until her knuckles turned white.
"I found some cherry chapstick!"
"Babe, I need Cherry Berry chapstick."
"What do you need that for when you have me?"
She heard Santana laugh again. "Definitely. Nothing beats the original."
A phone went off and Santana answered it, talking in Spanish.
It really does sound incredibly sexy.
Rachel had mentioned that Santana speaking Spanish in that low husky voice of hers was very, very sexy. Brittany had to agree.
Wait. No, she didn't! She didn't have to agree with anything that Rachel said about Santana. She didn't have to listen to how perfect her best friend's girlfriend was for hours on end.
Because you already know how she kisses and how soft her skin is and how sexy that low voice is when-
Fuck.
Brittany shook her head and frowned. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't do this. Not anymore. Santana was Rachel's girlfriend. Rachel was her best friend. Santana would never be anything but her best friend's girlfriend.
Whom you now think about with your hand down your pants.
Brittany involuntarily flushed at the memory of her dream and of what she'd witnessed on Friday night. Closing her eyes didn't help because Santana would be there, behind her eyes, smiling that sexy smile and looking at her with unbridled lust.
Jesus Christ, Britt! What the hell is wrong with you? You just said that Santana is Rachel's girl. You are not allowed to be thinking about her in any way other than platonic.
Brittany agreed. She just wished that it wasn't so damn hard to not think about Sant-
"Hey, Britt."
The blonde snapped back to the present and her eyes widened.
"S-Santana. Um, what are you doing here?"
Squeaky voice. Yeah, you're sooooo subtle.
Santana held up the ice cream in her hands. "My mom forgot dessert. Emergency run."
"Oh, ok."
Why does she have to be so fucking gorgeous?
No. Santana wasn't gorgeous. She was just Santana. Platonic Santana.
"That's, um, an interesting array of groceries you got there," Santana said with a smile.
Brittany couldn't help but roll her eyes. "The twins' idea of nourishment."
"Which you clearly seem to be discouraging."
"They leave me alone and I give them what they want."
Santana frowned and Brittany's natural defences were about to spring up, but Jeremy came sliding past on his socks.
"Where are your shoes?" Brittany snapped.
"Kyla has them," Jeremy replied with a smile. His cheeks were tinged red. He'd obviously discovered his new activity a while ago. He stopped next to Santana. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Santana."
"Santana?" Jeremy asked curiously, looking up at Brittany.
The blonde's eyes widened as she remembered what Jeremy had heard her moan that morning.
"Jem, go and grab some steaks. I'll grill them tomorrow night," she said quickly.
"You? Cook?" Jeremy asked in disbelief.
Santana giggled.
"Maybe not for you, twerp. That doesn't mean I can't. You have to be nice to me."
"You have to be nice to me then," Jeremy countered, looking like a smaller version of their dad with a defiant expression on his face and his arms crossed.
"Hmmm, can't promise that. Guess I'll be having steak tomorrow night all by myself," Brittany sang, a smirk on her face.
"Fine," Jeremy grumbled, walking away.
Brittany chuckled to herself and put the magazine back on the shelf.
"Are you always like that with them?" Santana asked.
Brittany shrugged. "They're brats. We have an understanding with each other."
"Ok," Santana said, but didn't sound convinced.
Brittany felt her temper flare. "Stop doing that," she said in a low voice through gritted teeth.
"Sorry, Brittany, I didn't-"
"Hi!" Rachel sang, cutting Santana off. She flung her arms around girlfriend's and kissed her cheek. "Oh, hey, B."
Brittany exhaled. "Hey." she was glad it came out calm.
"Shopping with the brats?"
The blonde simply nodded.
"Um, babe, we should probably get this back to my house before it melts," Santana said quietly, gesturing at the ice cream in her hands.
"Ok," Rachel replied with a big smile. "I'll go pay for it. See you tomorrow, B!"
"Bye," Brittany muttered.
That left Santana hanging back. "Look, Brittany, I-"
She just held up a hand. "Forget it. Just,...try and control yourself."
Ha! That is so rich coming from you.
Brittany really didn't like her conscience.
Santana nodded in understanding. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."
"You too."
Brittany watched her as she walked away. Her sweatpants fit snugly, accentuating her really sexy ass.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, immediately bombarded with images of her hands on that naked ass and the sounds that Santana had made when she'd squeezed it.
"Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Pull yourself together, Pierce. You need to get your head in the game. Forget her! Forget it happened. Forget it."
"Who are you talking to?" Kyla asked curiously.
Brittany jumped a little, startled by her little sister sudden appearance. "Uh, nothing. I mean, nobody. C'mon. Let's find your knucklehead brother and rack up Dad's credit card."
Forget her.
"Let's gather round for this week's assignment, guys 'n gals!" Ms. Sylvester called, clapping her hands together eagerly.
"No one's beaten anyone up, right?" Santana asked with a smug grin. "So we're safe from Accountability?"
Brittany rolled her eyes from her spot behind Rachel in the back row and tried really hard to fight the tug on her lips.
"For now, you're safe," Ms. Sylvester replied with a pointed look.
"Just checking."
"With Sectionals just over a month away, we need to really knuckle down and polish our performance. Now that we have a few new members, I think we can really spice up our routine."
Spice up our routine? Seriously? Stuck in the nineties much, Ms. S?
"Was that a veiled reference to a nineties girl group sensation?" Santana jumped in. "Oh my God, are we gonna do the Spice Girls?" She started flailing dramatically like a fangirl.
"Baby, relax," Rachel giggled. "You're so weird."
"You like it," Santana murmured, resting her head on Rachel's shoulder.
Brittany watched the exchange and swallowed hard.
"Ms. S would never subject us to that kind of torture, San," Quinn said matter-of-factly.
"Well, it is a really good idea," Ms. S mused. "But that's not the assignment for this week."
"Are things always this dramatic?" Sam whispered to Mercedes.
"Ms. S likes to think she's cool, but she's as much of a dork as Dave and Lauren," the diva whispered back.
And Santana.
Brittany wanted to slap herself. Santana was in her head, all the time, every day, almost every fucking minute. It was driving her crazy. It was driving her even more crazy that she couldn't stop it from happening.
"B?"
She snapped back to reality. "Huh?"
"Did you hear?" Rachel asked with a smile.
Everyone was talking excitedly. Santana was looking at her with interest too.
"Uh, no. More important things to think about," Brittany replied, tapping the side of her head.
"Like choreographing our entire routine for Sectionals?" Rachel beamed.
"What?"
"Yeah, Ms. S wants you and Finn to choreograph together," Santana added.
"Oh. Well, um, yeah. That's cool."
"I'll make sure that Mr. Hudson joins us from now on so that the two of you can work together," Ms. Sylvester said.
Brittany shrugged. "Sure. Whatever."
"Up close and personal with Finn, huh?" Rachel whispered with a wink. "I'm sure you won't mind that."
Brittany smiled and shook her head. "He has his...uses."
She tried desperately not to look at Santana when she said that, half wanting to see nonchalance and half (or maybe more) wanting her to be hurt or jealous or something.
Utterly hopeless. It's embarrassing.
Brittany had to agree.
Finn was useful, though. He was a great dance partner, definitely easy on the eyes, had a hot body and he was quite decent between the sheets.
Like you'd know. You were only thinking about your Latina love.
She cringed. What did that make her? Thinking about her best friend's girlfriend whilst having sex with a smoking hot guy?
You're not gay.
Brittany sighed.
"You ok?"
Santana's voice snapped her back to reality again. It was becoming a habit.
"Fine," came the short reply.
"You seem to be in your head a lot these days," she commented quietly.
Yeah, cos that's where you are.
Brittany ignored the taunting voice and glanced to the empty seat next to Santana. "Where's Rachel?"
"Talking to Ms. S about this week's assignment."
"What is it?"
"You missed that too, huh?"
Brittany shrugged.
"It's Dance-ability. So should be easy for you and Finn."
"Hmmm."
"Ok. I'm gonna go and talk to Quinn where it's slightly less frigid and awkward," Santana said with a roll of her eyes. She stood up and Brittany's eyes automatically went to her jeans-clad ass.
She moaned quietly and dropped her face into her hands.
She was utterly doomed.
"So how technical are we talking here?' Rachel asked Ms. Sylvester. "I've had ballet classes before and I'm on Cheerios."
"Well, that's the beauty of Glee Club," Ms. Sylvester replied with a smile. "As long as it reflects the assignment, you can do what you want. So this week, it's quite easy."
Rachel grinned. "Solos? Duets? Group numbers?"
"Easy, Rachel. Focus on one performance. As I said, it's your decision. And also, the music is up to you."
"Great, I'm gonna rock this," Rachel replied eagerly.
She knew why she was on a high. Sex with Santana had been everything and more that she'd dreamed of. They'd had the perfect weekend together. Friday night had been...beyond amazing. To finally touch Santana and have her touch back. It felt so right.
Rachel grinned as she leaned against the piano and watched her girlfriend joke around with Quinn. Her smile, her laugh, everything about Santana was just perfect. They were perfect together. Her family definitely liked her and Rachel liked them right back. She felt like she belonged there. Like she belonged with Santana.
Her eyes drifted to her best friend and she blinked in surprise. Brittany was staring at Santana. But it wasn't any kind of malicious staring. It was almost like she was in pain. Rachel frowned in confusion as Brittany's eyes flickered up and down Santana's body when she stood up and stretched and Rachel felt her jaw clench.
Why in the hell was her best friend checking out her girlfriend?
A/N: Uh oh... :)
I hope this answered some questions that you guys had? If not, let me know and I'll be happy to explain myself further :)
Fic corner: Living in a fairy tale, Love at second sight and Sleepwalking. Some stories that I enjoyed this past week :)
Onward and up!
-H