A/N: LOVE TO ALL! You guys are just amazing :)
Apologies for not updating this weekend. You know…life and such.
Wanted to publicly address a concern from one reviewer that it seems like Brittany's the only one with feelings and that makes the likelihood (especially now) of a Brittana ending very unlikely. I have to say that yes, it does seem that way because Brittany is so confused about these feelings, which is why I'm exploring them in more detail than Santana. Santana already knows who she is; she's comfortable. So, yes, whatever she's feeling (obviously they won't just go away) for Brittany, she understands why she's feeling them, but has CHOSEN to stay with Rachel for all the reasons I listed. Keep in mind that these girls are sixteen. They don't need no drama…no, no, no, no drama (Sorry, couldn't resist ;p).
Any questions, queries, comments, drop me a line :)
Love me, hate me, say what you want about me…but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to If You Seek BRITTANY! :)
Anyone else freaking out about The Break Up?
Onward and up…
-H
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee (If I did, I would be able to confidently tell you all that Brittana will never, ever break up. Ever. Kapever.)
CHAPTER 17
The long moan in her ear set her insides aflame. Never had a singular sound had such a profound effect on her.
"You feel so good."
Brittany just held the body beneath her tighter and rocked her hips harder, pleasure shooting up her spine with every thrust.
"Britt…"
"Britt…"
The blonde buried her face in the now familiar dark locks of the person below her and inhaled.
"Brittany…"
God, that sound. Just the sound was enough to tense her stomach muscles as her release built.
"Jesus, Brittany!"
"Brittany!"
She snapped her eyes open and almost fell off her chair. A hand gripped her arm and helped her back up.
"Are you ok?"
Brittany's eyes flew to Santana's curious dark ones. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Yeah, cos the best thing would be to tell your best friend's girlfriend that you've been having numerous sex dreams about her and that every time you have sex with Finn, you picture her face instead of his.
She winced at the very true thought.
"Brittany, are you ok?" Santana asked a little more forcefully. "You've been completely out of it this whole week."
The Cheerio shrugged. "Just not sleeping well."
"The twins driving you crazy?" Santana asked, suddenly realising that she was still holding Brittany's arm and dropping it quickly.
I wish.
"No, they're fine."
"Oh."
The silence was awkward.
"There must be a reason why you fell asleep in the library during lunch, Britt," Santana pressed gently. "Regardless of the…stuff between us, you can still talk to me."
Oh, I really, really can't.
"It's Finn," Brittany blurted.
What?
"Finn?" Santana asked, her confusion mirroring the same what the fuck her conscience was experiencing.
"Yeah, that's why I'm tired."
Pussy.
"Oh." Santana's eyes glimmered with understanding and she smiled. Brittany wished it looked more forced, like she hated the idea of her with Finn.
Get over yourself, Pierce. She's made her choice and you hardly gave her reason to even consider you. Get. Over. It.
"Well, considering the mental incapacities of the jocks in this school, you could definitely have done worse. Finn's a nice guy, though. He's probably the only jock who hasn't ever slushied me."
Brittany blinked. "Santana…"
The Latina held up her hand. "It's forgotten, Britt. We're rising above and beyond, right?"
She nodded slowly. "Small steps to make a difference."
The smile that crossed Santana's face was blinding and Brittany felt her legs getting a little weaker.
You're screwed.
She sighed to herself. So screwed.
"San."
They both turned to see Rachel standing at the beginning of the book racks, her arms folded across her chest as she surveyed them.
She didn't like this feeling. This…distrusting feeling. She did trust Santana. Completely. But Brittany…her best friend didn't have the best track record when it came to honesty.
Rachel hadn't dwelled too much on what she'd seen in Glee on Monday. She'd simply brushed it off as her mind playing tricks on her. New relationship jitters. She'd never been in a relationship before so she didn't know what to make of all these different feelings. She wasn't about to fly off the handle for something silly and fleeting.
So she'd done what any sensible girlfriend would've done. Kept a closer eye on her best friend. Said best friend was looking exceptionally guilty as Santana smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
"Ready to study, baby?" she asked.
Rachel forced her suspicious gaze from Brittany, who was focusing intensely on her feet and met her girlfriend's warm brown eyes. They immediately eased any worries that she had. She was being paranoid. Nothing was happening. It was absurd, anyway. Of all the people in the entire school, Rachel should have realised that the probability of something happening between Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce was so unlikely. They tolerated each other, and that was only because of her.
She was being utterly silly.
Rachel linked her fingers through Santana's and smiled back, leaning in for a sweet kiss. "Sure, let's find a secret table. I'm a very hands on student."
Santana chuckled and allowed herself to be pulled towards the back of the library.
"I'm excited," Santana said with a grin as she buttoned her short jean shorts that definitely did not belong to her. Rachel's wardrobe was…extensive.
"Me too, actually," Quinn agreed, putting the final touches on her ostentatious make up.
"You girls look capital H. O. T," Rachel commented, lightly squeezing her girlfriend's ass as she entered the locker room.
"Babe, you need to get ready. We've got ten minutes before we start."
"Please, I'll be ready in five."
Santana raised an eyebrow and watched unabashedly as Rachel stripped and changed in two minutes, with her hair and make up taking a further four.
"Wow," Quinn stated, impressed. "Clearly you've had a lot of practice."
"Getting dressed quickly?" Rachel chuckled. "Oh, yeah."
Santana raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what Rachel was referring to. Her girlfriend caught her look and spun towards her, wrapping her arms around her waist. "But that was the old me," she said, batting her eyelashes. "New me is a one woman girl."
"Uh huh."
"Come on, baby, don't be like that," Rachel pouted.
Santana shrugged. She knew it was stupid that she was getting upset about something that was in the past. The logical part of her brain also told her that Rachel would never do anything to hurt her now.
"My dads are driving up to Columbus for some art show," Rachel said quietly, her fingers tracing lightly over Santana's collarbone. "I invited the Cheerios around tomorrow for a pool party cos it's supposed to be hot. Wanna join?"
Santana sighed. "Me hanging with the Cheerios? Don't think the winds of change have mustered up a gale quite ready for that."
Rachel rolled her eyes and smiled. "You're so dramatic. Just come over. I'll wear my favourite bikini."
Santana considered her options, but she really didn't have to think about it. Hello, an opportunity to have hot sex with her smokin' girlfriend? It was a no brainer.
"Let me know when you're all wet and I'll come over," she husked in her ear.
"Oh, Christ," Quinn muttered. "Any chance you two could refrain from your incessant dirty talk in the presence of others?"
"Block your ears, Quinnie," Santana teased, angling her neck as Rachel trailed soft kisses up and down the open skin.
"I shouldn't have to!" Quinn suddenly snapped.
Santana frowned and gently pushed Rachel away. She walked over to the mirror where Quinn was staring at her own reflection.
"Quinn, that was a little rude," Santana began.
"No, you are being rude! Did it ever occur to you that maybe not everyone wants to see you two swapping saliva with each every second of the day? It's nauseating."
Santana's eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists. She knew that Quinn wasn't a latent homophobe, but she did take exception to being verbally attacked.
"Why, because we're two girls?" she seethed. "I bet if either Rachel or I was sucking face with a regular frank and beans, you wouldn't be throwing a prissy fit. So what the hell is this really about?"
"Jesus, Santana, why do you always assume that someone is out to get you? I don't have a problem with you and Rachel. I never did. What I do have a problem with is that it seems that you don't care that it makes me uncomfortable to see my best friend with her tongue down Rachel's throat for half the day. And the other half you spend texting each other about having your tongues down each other's throats. It just…" She took a breath. "It gets a bit much. Did you ever once think about what it's like for those of us who are doomed to remain single for the foreseeable future?"
Santana swallowed. Shit, she was a terrible best friend. Terrible. Horrendous. Abhorrent.
She caught Rachel's eye and her girlfriend looked about as guilty as she felt. Bad best friend award.
"Quinn, I'm sorr-"
"Forget it," Quinn cut in, walking past them. "We have a performance now."
Santana sighed and stared at herself in the mirror. She needed to make this right. But they'd have to wait until their performance was over.
"San, what-"
"Let's go," Santana said abruptly, following Quinn's hasty exit.
Brittany frowned at the trio on the stage. They seemed like they didn't even want to be there. Normally Santana and Rachel were all over each other and even Santana and Quinn would always smile at each other. None of them were even making eye contact.
"All right, girls," Ms. Sylvester called from her seat. "Show us what you got."
Santana stepped forward. "So, as misleading as our clothing may be, I regret to inform you that we are not doing the Spice Girls."
Mercedes and Tina, who were sitting behind Brittany, let out a dramatic moan of disappointment.
Santana grinned. "We are, however, going to pay homage to another epicly successful all girl band from a generation that we should definitely draw from more often. I mean, come on," she indicated to her outfit, "does this not look sexy as fu-"
"Thank you, Santana," Ms. S cut in quickly, sensing that the Latina clearly needing refocus.
"Chill, Ms. S," Santana chuckled. "I was gonna say fun." She winked, letting everyone know that was definitely not what she was going to say. "Guys and girls, may I present the 2012 McKinley High revival of The Bangles!"
Brittany smiled and shook her head. She watched as Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and then Rachel's, holding both of them tightly as they waited for the music to start.
The blonde saw Quinn visibly relax and Rachel was the same – staring at Santana like she was the most amazing thing in the world.
Well…
Brittany closed her eyes. As the band started playing, she opened them again and couldn't help but smiling as the three girls started doing the most horrendously bad choreography. Quinn stepped forward and started singing.
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino.
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette.
Suddenly the bad choreography stopped and they all stood in a line, starting a sequence of impressive moves as Quinn sang the first chorus.
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Whey oh, whey oh, whey oh, whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian.
Everyone started chuckling as the girls started walking like Egyptians. Rachel mixed it up and made the whole move modern by adding a little ghetto R 'n B pop 'n lock to each step. Brittany was actually quite impressed. The girls were having fun and that was all that dancing was about, really.
Rachel stepped forward and continued the impressive routine as she sang.
The blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more.
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian.
All the kids in the marketplace say
Whey oh whey oh, whey oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian.
After the chorus came the brief rock out instrumental and the trio started doing the Egyptian walk, but they made it look kinda cool – something that The Bangles had failed at.
Santana spun to the front and led her partners in a routine with sharp moves and quick turns as she belted out the final verse and chorus.
Slide feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you call a cop
Life's hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac.
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
They spin the clubs cruise down the block.
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian.
All the cops in the donut shop say
Whey oh whey oh, whey oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian.
Everyone erupted into applause as the music faded out and the trio bowed. Brittany joined in. She was definitely impressed. She'd always known that Rachel could keep a good beat – she was on the Cheerios after all. Santana, for all her clumsiness, was also really good. Brittany suspected that her gymnastics had helped with that. And she knew that Quinn did ridiculous amounts of training. They went to the same studio, but Brittany's classes were much later and very different to what Quinn did.
Wait. Why did she care? This stupid Glee Club thing was supposed to be a way to get Puck back. And now he was gone. So why was she even there?
Rachel told you why. And you agreed with her.
Brittany sighed and stood up. Her time had come. Ms. S had suggested that she go last to round up Dance-ability as she was the best dancer. She'd prepared two numbers, one featuring her with some back up dancers and the second, a duet with Finn.
She kept the long coat around her, not wanting her outfit to be revealed until the song started. Brittany was a little nervous about singing and dancing – cheering and dancing had trained her breathing so that she didn't sound ridiculous. When she and Rachel had auditioned, the dancing had been so minimal. This time, though…well, that dancing was way more intense.
Brittany pulled out her phone and saw that her Cheerios were waiting in the wings for her. They had begrudgingly agreed to be her back up, and after Coach Em had bitten their heads off for giving their Head Cheerio issues, they'd set about rehearsing.
The blonde dancer took centre stage and unbuttoned her jacket as the first beats to the song started. At the first line, she jerked the protective clothing off and tossed it to the side, immediately jumping into her routine.
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run this motha? Girls!
Who run this motha? Girls!
Who run this motha? Girls!
Who run this motha? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Some of them men think they freak this like we do
But no they don't
Make your cheque come at they neck
Disrespect us no they won't
Boy don't even try to touch this
Boy this beat is crazy
This is how they made me
Houston Texas baby
She could feel the sweat pouring down her back as the energetic routine started putting a strain on her body. She didn't feel it though. She was completely lost in the song, the singing and the dancing.
Her Cheerios were doing a really good job, making her look good (like it was difficult) and keeping up with her maddening pace. Brittany wanted to showcase how crazy dancing can be, but her following performance with Finn was a lot more demure. She felt that it was important to illustrate that dancing didn't have to be all fast-paced and crazy moves. It could be simple as well.
My persuasion can build a nation
Endless power, with our love we can devour
You'll do anything for me
Who run the world? Girls!
The girls in the audience were cheering back to her and she smiled, continuing her routine as they sang the rest.
It's hot up in here
DJ don't be scared to run this, run this back
I'm reppin' for the girls who taking over the world
Let me raise a glass for the college grads
Anyone rolling I'll let you know
What time it is, it is, let's check
You can't hold me
I broke my 9 to 5 and copped my cheque
This goes out to all the women getting it in
Get on your grind
To the other men that respect what I do
Please accept my shine
Boy I know you love it
How we're smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bare the children
Then get back to business.
Brittany completed her routine, breathing hard and smiling at the thunderous applause from the crowd. It almost felt sweeter than the applause she received when she was cheering at competitions.
This felt more…real.
Santana knew that she needed to control her breathing and fast. She knew that Brittany could dance, but fuck. She'd completely blindsided Santana with that performance. It screamed sex and power and the Latina would be a fool to deny that she'd found it incredibly alluring. As everyone clapped and cheered, she closed her eyes and took three deep breaths discreetly to try and get her heartbeat back to normal.
She couldn't let Brittany affect her this way. It was so, so wrong. Rachel was amazing and sweet and affectionate and treated her well. She'd made her decision.
Doesn't mean that you're not attracted to Brittany.
"I can't be," she mumbled to herself.
"What, baby?" Rachel asked, leaning close to her.
Crap.
"Just clearing my throat, Rach."
Her girlfriend smiled at her and they sat back down, their fingers automatically entwining.
"Thanks, guys," Brittany said, a little breathlessly. "Finn's gonna help me with the next performance, but I just need a minute to change."
"Why? You look hot!" Dave yelled and Lauren whooped in agreement.
Brittany grinned – the same cocky grin that Santana was used to seeing on her face.
"This is not news, Karofsky. Unfortunately for your spank bank, I've got something a little more…calm for the next dance."
"You're no fun, Pierce," Dave muttered, but everyone heard him.
"Well, that was absolutely brilliant, I think,' Ms. S jumped in, clapping her hands together. Brittany jogged off the stage and Santana just followed the long black leather boots that ended mid-thigh.
She swallowed again.
"All in all, I think that this week has been a resounding success," Ms. S went on, addressing the Gleeks sitting in the audience. "I feel that we are definitely a little more prepared for Sectionals in two weeks."
"Two weeks," Santana breathed.
"I know,' Rachel replied. "It's so close! I'd love to hear you have a solo, San. I think you'd kill it."
Santana had to smile. "I wonder what the judges would think if you sang Addicted."
Rachel flushed. "I don't think I care what they think," she murmured, leaning closer. "Just you."
Their lips met and Santana just allowed a gentle massage against her own before breaking it lightly.
"Let's try and keep the PDA to a minimum," she whispered. "I don't want to make things worse for Quinn."
Rachel looked like she wanted to rebut, but evidently decided that it was pointless and simply nodded. She leaned in for one more kiss before Bruno Mars' Just The Way You Are started playing.
Finn came onto the stage and started moving to the soft melody of the song. Brittany had been right – this was a definite change to the energetic dancing they'd just witnessed. As the chorus hit, Finn completed a double turn just in time to catch a flying Brittany as she ran from the wings.
Santana breathed in sharply and the small movement out of the corner of her eye told her that Rachel had noticed.
Shit, shit!
It was only because Brittany looked so fucking beautiful. She was still human, right? Brittany's hair was long and loose and she was wearing a shimmering baby blue dress with simply spaghetti straps. The bodice was fitted, but flared out just under the bust, the material cut in different layers all the way to the ground.
Yeah, checking your girlfriend's best friend out is such a good idea.
If Rachel asked her something about Brittany, would she be able to lie to her face? Was it worth telling her the truth? Would it make a difference if she didn't know?
Santana's eyes found Brittany again as she moved gracefully with Finn. They looked like their bodies were meant to move together. It seemed so effortless.
"Babe, I gotta pee," Rachel whispered.
"Now?"
Rachel nodded and climbed over Santana's legs, giving her a kiss before she jogged up the stairs. Santana looked at the stage and found herself staring into Brittany's eyes. What was she doing? What were either of them doing? Brittany had been acting so weird all week, especially around her. Santana really wanted to know what was going on in her head. Was it because of the kiss? Was it really Finn? Was it Rachel?
Her eyes were almost hypnotic and Santana found herself unable to look away.
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
Santana swore she saw Brittany's mouth moving slightly with the words and her brow furrowed in confusion even further. What the hell was going on?
"San, what's going on?" Quinn whispered, her confused looking matching the Latina's. She moved into the now vacant chair next to Santana.
"Quinnie, I wish I knew," she whispered, back, her eyes still locked with Brittany's as the dancer moved gracefully across the stage.
"Be careful, San. You're not doing a very good job of hiding the fact that there's something between you."
That caused Santana to break contact and finally look at Quinn. "There's nothing between us," she hissed. "It was a mistake and it's over. It's in the past."
"Does she know that?"
Santana looked at the stage again and simply watched as Brittany finished out the performance, this time clearly mouthing the last two lines.
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are.
"A lot of dancers sing when they're dancing," Santana argued in a low voice. "It helps them keep their steps in time to the beat."
"Santana-"
"No." She stood up abruptly. "There is nothing between me and Brittany. I'm with Rachel and she's everything that I want and need. The end. Are we clear?"
Quinn raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"Good. I gotta go. Tell Ms. S that I'll see her on Monday."
"San," Quinn tried again, but she simply turned and walked away.
She hit the stairs and felt a pair of eyes on her. With a quick glance at the stage, she met Brittany's gaze and subtly shook her head.
Whatever Brittany was thinking, whatever she was thinking, it had to stop. Now.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Rachel grabbed Santana's hand as she walked past, her brown eyes concerned.
"Uh, nothing, babe. I'm just not feeling great so I'm kicking it early."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
Santana shook her head. "This is gonna sound like bullshit, but I kinda just want to be in my own headspace for a bit? Please?"
"Ok," Rachel replied with a smile. "I understand that, San. Let me know if you need anything, ok?"
Santana nodded and Rachel leaned in for a kiss, one that she allowed to get a little heated before she pulled away.
"I'll see ya," Santana whispered, and then she turned and walked out the doors.
Brittany finished up the song and saw Santana get up and walk away. She knew that she'd been stupid to mouth the words. She knew that she'd been stupid to stare at her during the whole fucking song. But she couldn't help herself. It was like she was a magnet and Santana was the other magnet. She didn't want to encourage whatever stupid fantasy was playing out in her mind. In the real world, she was straight. She was a straight girl who was Head Cheerio. This…thing with Santana was just some irritating infatuation. One that she needed to get rid of, like an itch that needed to be scratched. That kiss that they had shared had created the itch and all the frustration that Brittany had been dealing with over the last two weeks had simply aggravated that itch. Now she needed someone to scratch it. She needed Santana to scratch the itch so that she could get her out of her system.
She smiled at Finn, who was resting his hand on her lower back as Miss S was talking to them. She spotted Santana being stopped by Rachel, saw them kiss and felt her heart hurt.
Not your heart. Like your adrenaline or something. Not your heart.
Santana exited the auditorium and Rachel walked back down to sit next to Quinn. Brittany glanced back at the door that Santana had disappeared through, biting her lip.
"I gotta go," she mumbled, making a snap decision.
"You ok?" Finn asked.
"Yeah, just need to shower. I hate feeling so sweaty."
Lie. You love it. And you plan to get more sweaty.
The thought of that possibility made her swallow as her body temperature spiked and her heartbeat increased.
"Miss Sylvester, I really gotta go," Brittany said with an apologetic smile.
"Um, ok, Brittany," Miss S replied, nodding. "You did a wonderful job today."
"Thanks."
She walked quickly into the wings and grabbed her bag, stuffing the clothes she'd quickly changed out of. Where would Santana have gone? Home? To the locker room? She slung her bag over her shoulder and jogged out the back door of the auditorium, keeping her eyes peeled for the black hair she'd come to recognise anywhere. She headed for the parking lot and saw that Santana's car was gone.
Shit.
She ran to her own car and quickly exited the parking lot. She had a vague idea of where Santana lived. She remembered attending one of her brother's parties two years before. Would she even go there though?
As she pulled up to a red light, she glanced at her phone, wrestling with the idea of texting her.
The light went green and Brittany turned into the road that she thought Santana lived on. She recognised the Latina's car as it pulled into the driveway.
She just got home.
Brittany pulled up to a quick stop at the bottom of the driveway and jumped out of her car, running up to Santana's car.
She had no idea what she was even doing.
Santana got out of her car and jumped in fright when she saw a very determined Brittany walking up to her.
"Brittany, what-"
The blonde simply grabbed her hand, pushed the car door closed and pulled her to a small space that she'd seen between the boundary wall and garage. It was hidden from the view of the street and the houses on either side.
"Brittany, what the hell are you doing?" Santana hissed, twisting to try and release her hand.
"Scratching an itch," Brittany mumbled, glancing back to make sure they were hidden from view.
"What?" Santana asked in confusion.
Brittany stopped and turned to face Santana, whose eyes suddenly went wide as she recognised that familiar look.
"No, no, no, Brittany, what the hell are you-"
Brittany simply stepped forward, forcing Santana to step back, flat against the garage wall. She had nowhere to go. The blonde took another step forward, closing the space between them.
"Britt-"
"No talking," she whispered, putting a finger on Santana's lips.
"You can't do this," Santana said anyway, her eyes determined.
"I'm not doing anything, though." She let her finger trace over the Latina's gorgeous and plump lips.
"But you want to."
"I do."
It was pointless lying at this stage.
"Look, last time was a mistake. I'm with-"
"Do you really think that it was?" Brittany cut in curiously.
"You…you said it was," Santana whispered uncertainly.
"That doesn't answer my question."
Santana averted her gaze. "Yes," she said finally.
"Yes?" She hadn't expected that to hurt as much as it did.
"It was a mistake. Brittany, I'm with Rachel. And she's your best friend!"
"I know!" Brittany hissed in reply. "Do you think I want to feel like this? Do you think that I'm happy that all I can think about is that kiss and how much I want to do it again? Jesus, I don't even like girls, but I can't stop thinking about you."
Santana was stunned into silence. Brittany took the advantage and released her grip on Santana's arm to bring both her hands up to the Latina's face. Her fingers traced every contour and angle and she felt Santana's heartbeat pick up its pace.
"Your heart is beating so fast," she murmured, her eyes flickering between Santana's dark orbs and her luscious lips. "Do you want me to kiss you, Santana?"
Her own heartbeat increased at her sudden bravado. Santana seemed to give her this strange kind of courage. Like she could be herself and she wouldn't be judged. Even though Santana did judge her, it almost didn't matter.
"I-I-I…no."
Brittany raised her eyebrows. "No?"
The Latina shook her head.
"Your body is telling me something else."
"Brittany, please. Stop-"
"Why?"
"Because it's wrong! I'm not a cheater! I care about Rachel and I don't want to hurt her."
"I never said that I was going to say anything to her," Brittany replied, her fingers still running over Santana's face.
"I know you won't. Your precious reputation is too important. But did it ever occur to you that I don't like lying to her? I hate that I'm already keeping this huge secret from her."
"Obviously not enough to stop you from sleeping with her."
What the hell? Way to be in control, moron.
Santana's eyes narrowed. "What does it matter to you whether or not I have sex with my girlfriend? It's not like you're a saint."
"No," Brittany replied.
There was an awkward few moments of silence until Santana lifted her hands to Brittany's and took them off her face.
"I get that you're confused, ok?" she said gently. "And I'm happy to be there for you as a friend. But Brittany, I can only ever be your friend."
"Can you, Santana?" Brittany asked, narrowing her eyes. "You say that I'm confused, but you're having the exact same reaction as me here. I know that you want to kiss me."
Santana sighed. "It doesn't matter if I want to kiss you. The fact is, I can't."
"So you do want to?" Brittany asked, stepping even closer so that her front was pressed up against Santana's.
"Brittany," she warned.
"Look, here's how I see it," the blonde said quickly, feeling that her resolve was starting to fade. "I obviously have some kind of thing about you that I can't seem to get rid of. You have some thing about me that you're ignoring for some greater good. I say-"
"Brittany, no," Santana started.
"Shut up," Brittany murmured, pressing their bodies even closer together. She closed her eyes as she briefly remembered what it felt like to run her hands over Santana's body so freely.
"This can't happen," Santana whispered, her breath fluttering across Brittany's face.
"Maybe," Brittany replied, meeting her eyes. "But it's going to anyway."
Santana's breath caught in her throat. It was happening again and she was losing control of her willpower. Her heart was hammering and she met Brittany's eyes, which had become sufficiently darker. Their hands moved around in each other's until their fingers became intertwined and Brittany lifted them above Santana's head and rested them against the garage wall.
Oh, God. She can't! I can't. Fuck! This needs to stop right fucking now!
Santana opened her mouth to speak, but instead found a warm pair of lips on hers. Brittany's tongue immediately darted into her open mouth and massaged her own.
No, no, no! This is wrong! Fuck it!
Santana moved her face to the side so that their lips broke, but Brittany had an incredibly strong hold on her hands and she couldn't move them.
"No, Brittany, we can't," she breathed, already hopelessly turned on by one kiss.
"Can't what?" Brittany whispered, her breath ghosting over the open skin on Santana's neck.
The Latina breathed in as Brittany started kissing her neck, almost immediately finding that spot that made her knees go weak.
How the fuck? It took Rachel two weeks to find that spot!
"You…have…to stop," Santana said between gasps, wishing that it didn't feel so fucking good.
"So make me stop," Brittany challenged, still pressing kisses into her neck. "I'll let go of your hands and you can either push me away or kiss me back."
Santana squeezed her eyes and her hands in frustration.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered.
"Because you want to kiss me and I need to kiss you."
"Need?" Santana frowned.
In response, Brittany untangled their fingers and her hands dropped to Santana's waist, her thumbs toying with the bottom of her shirt, skirting lightly over the bare skin underneath.
Crap, crap, crap.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
At that moment, Brittany lifted her head from Santana's neck and their eyes locked. Santana was rendered frozen. Underneath that lustful gaze, she was absolute jelly.
So when Brittany joined their lips again, her mouth immediately opened to the blonde's tongue and one hand went to Brittany's waist whilst the other embedded itself in her hair, anchoring them together.
A/N: Ermmm…yeah. I'm not doing this to hurt Rachel, I promise! There is a method to my madness. And don't worry, Santana will definitely be held accountable for this transgression, however far it may go…
I know that some of you don't like that I put so many lyrics in, but the only reason why I do is because there are things that happen during the performances that I want to highlight. Hope that makes sense? Plus, I know most people just skim over the lyrics.
Songs: The Bangles - Walk Like An Egyptian, Beyonce - Run The World (Girls), and obviously Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are
I'll be using some songs that you guys may not know, and I've found so many awesome songs from fics just because of their lyrics…Music is hella powerful…
-H