Brittany wasn't sure what was wrong exactly but she really wished she could make it better. She's never seen the expression that clouded Santana's pretty face before and she wished desperately she could do something to fix it. Usually, she'd try to grab her hand, maybe give her a hug or a kiss. If she did it just right sometimes Santana would melt against her, going gooey and soft, like a Hershey kiss in her mouth. But Santana's power meant Santana didn't want to be touched anymore. So Brittany just followed as Santana rushed into the boy's locker room.
She's not sure what's going on. There are words swirling in her head that don't make any kind of sense. Stuff about sin, heaven, and hell that Brittany wouldn't usually think about. They're pretty quiet now, actually, especially compared to before when they were all she could hear. The surge of desire for Santana had made it all go pretty quiet. The kiss was so amazing, she's sure more would be better.
She wonders if having sex with Santana would make the voice go away. But Santana thinks Brittany only wants to have sex with her because of her power now, and won't even kiss her for long. These two weeks are the longest she's gone without kissing Santana since they had sex the first time. It's mean to think, but she kind of really hates Santana's power. She misses touching her so much. Not just the kissing, which was always so good, but hugs, and linking their pinkies wherever they went. Sometimes she'd gotten lucky and Santana would even hold her hand, like that day they got in trouble at the mall.
She thinks about reaching out and holding Santana's hand now. But Santana surprises her by walking into the boy's locker room and putting her hand right on Puck's face.
Brittany has a moment of jealousy. It takes her a moment to figure out what it is. At first, she's too busy scowling as Puck reaches for Santana, bringing her close to kiss her hard. Then again when she pulls away from Puck and touches Blaine. It's watching them kiss that gives Brittany a name to the feeling.
She's used to Santana kissing guys and having sex with them. She's never really cared before, Santana never smiles for them the way she does for her. Santana's secret smiles; sweet ones like honey or frosting are how Brittany knows they're really best friends. Sometimes even more. No one else gets them. But now that Santana won't touch any boys, well-Kurt when she gets too hot, but no one to kiss, not even her, watching her touch them makes Brittany jealous. If Santana should be touching anyone-kissing anyone, especially with her stupid horny power, it should be her.
Brittany looks away, she's not used to feeling so ugly inside.
"Santana? What in the hells going on?" Puck asks, grabbing the back of Santana's jumpsuit and pulling her away from Blaine.
"I used my power to pull you out of it, but you all got some power flavored church kool-aid," Santana growls, wiping at her mouth. The ugly part inside of Brittany thinks Blaine must be a bad kisser.
"What?" Blaine said, still dazed from Santana's awesome kiss.
"The teenaged granny that gave the sermon had to have some sort of power. Britt was convinced she was sinful and going to hell. Speaking of which, what the hell are we gonna do about Kurt? My power doesn't work on him remember?"
Kurt was paying them absolutely no attention. He was acting like the pretty ice he made, perfectly still as he looked into a mirror in his locker.
"Kurt?" Brittany tried, touching his shoulder.
"I think I'm too sinful to live." Kurt said distractedly, batting her hand away, "Don't touch me. You might catch my gay. I don't know how to stop being gay...I think I have to die."
"Fuck me." Blaine whimpered, "He's thinking all weird. Like I can hear Hanna's voice in his head from the Sermon."
"Hanna? That's the name of the brain worm?" Santana asked.
Puck nodded, "How come she didn't get you?"
Santana snorted, "Please, I took one look at her outfit and realized I didn't want to hear a word she had to say. I snuck off to put on my headphones and spent the last three hours listening to Rhianna. You guys are so lucky I did, and that my power works on you."
"We really are," Blaine says fervently, still staring at Kurt in horror. "Thank you so much, Santana."
Santana grins, sudden and sly, "You all owe me big time. Except for Britt I guess. Since she's the best kisser."
It makes Brittany's heart beat faster, even as Puck protests.
"We have to help Kurt," Brittany says, trying to ignore how her face feels hot, "I don't want him to die!"
"Well I'm fresh out of ideas," Santana says, "My power doesn't work on him. Remember?"
"How sure are we actually?" Blaine asks.
"I mean there are no sudden boners when I touch him." Santana drawls.
"Yeah, but is it just using your hands to touch?" Blaine asks, "I can get a little more range when I concentrate. You haven't really tried to use your power, and considering what it does, no one blames you. I'm just saying please try pretty hard because Kurt is thinking really hard about killing himself using his own Ice and I would really like to stop that from happening."
Brittany flinches at the thought. She really likes Kurt. He isn't like other boys, he usually smells good, dresses pretty, and even has soft hands. She hates the thought of him hurt. Especially if it's him hurting himself and then dying. Brittany's grandma died when she was twelve. She hasn't seen her since.
"Okay, I want the record to show that I'm really trying." Santana whispers, face going tight as she takes her hands and cups Kurt's face, forcing him to look away from the mirror. Brittany thinks she'd actually be really happy to watch Santana kiss him if it works. It takes a minute, Santana frowns hard, and it's only because Kurt is so pale that she notices the soft pink tinge to his cheeks. The way he slowly licks his lips.
"I think it's working." Puck says, excited.
"Santana," Kurt murmurs, softly.
"Want me damn it!" Santana growls, face set in concentration.
Brittany has never heard her voice like that before. Kurt leans forward so slowly it feels like forever. Except that he's suddenly right there, lips brushing Santana's and it's not a hard sexy kiss at all. It looks soft, the way Brittany thinks she and Santana used to kiss, before Santana's power made her want too fast for lady kisses.
Santana must think so too, because she pulls Kurt closer the way Brittany remembers. One hand cupping his jaw and the other pressing into his back before beginning a slow slide down. Kurts soft moan is a clear sign that Santana has slipped him some tongue. Brittany can feel a low surge of desire in her belly at the sound, the sight. This doesn't make her jealous at all. It makes her wet, and she squirms as she watches, fascinated.
Maybe it's because Kurt isn't like other boys, but Brittany isn't sure she cares.
Their make out session grows heated by slow thorough kisses. Santana is touching Kurt more now, touches Brittany remembers. One hand kneading on his ass and the other slowly dragging down his chest. She watches rapt, and wonders if anyone would mind if she touches herself.
Blaine clears his throat, "I think it 's not thinking about-well he's not doing much thinking right now."
Santana, working on unzipping Kurts jumpsuit, doesn't seem to hear.
"Should we stop them?" Puck asks, and he looks more like he'd like to touch himself too.
Nobody moves.
Santana has Kurt half out of the jumpsuit now, and slips her hand under the shirt he wears beneath it. Kurt moans again and arches into her. Santana humms her approval, a throaty noise that makes Brittany give in and start unzipping her own jumpsuit for access to her own goods.
"Fuck." Blaine hisses and then he suddenly grabs Kurts arm and pulls him away from Santana.
"Hey!" Santana protests,"I was working here!"
"Yeah it worked great, he's back now." Blaine assures, face red.
"What?" Kurt asks, and he looks wrecked. Brittany feels strangely proud of Santana. Kurt always looks super neat, seeing him all messy, pink cheeked and red lipped is super different. But in a really good way that makes Brittany want to mess him up more. She wonders if Kurt would let her kiss him again.
"So for a church that would burn her as a witch, bible freak used her storm power to brainwash you all. I came to the rescue, and it turns out if I try hard enough you aren't too gay for my power to work. It just takes a little longer." Santana fills him in.
"Oh." Kurt says, taking a moment to be like ice again. Brittany almost begins to worry before he shakes his head sharply. "Ok, there's a woman forcefully converting teenagers to the flying spaghetti monster in the sky. Ok. Got it."
"Hey man that's disrespectful to G-O-D" Puck says, "Big man upstairs didn't make this crazy bitch use her powers for evil."
"Let's not fight right this second you guys, there were like 50 other teenagers in that room, I think they're all brainwashed too. What are we gonna do about it?" Blaine says.
"They don't all get to kiss Sanny" Brittany says, the jealousy comes back at the very thought. It's one thing when it's their friends. Blaine isn't in glee club but he sings nice enough that he should be, and everyone in glee club is their friend. But a ton of people she doesn't know touching Santana, kissing her hard and wanting her so much makes Brittany want to high kick them. She can kick really hard these days.
"Yeah, that's going too far." Santana agrees, "I don't even know these jerks, plus they'd just get brainwashed again. We should do something about the nun wannabe."
"What can we do?" Kurt asks, "Do we even know she's doing this consciously? For all we know she just thinks her god answered all her prayers."
"We can't let her get her hooks in you again, you were the hardest to cure. But we have to test it somehow." Blaine says sensibly.
"Easy enough. We get a recorder in Puck's pocket and get him to ask, if she brainwashes him again, we can just undo it and we'll know for sure."
"Then what?" Puck asks, "If she's doing it on purpose I mean. How do we stop her? Do we get Kurt to Ice her like he did the last guy?"
"No, we don't get Kurt to Ice her!" Kurt hisses, "We have to think of something else. It's one thing to kill someone on accident. Cold blooded murder is another. I'm not some assassin for hire!"
"No one's paying you." Puck snorts, "I'm just saying I don't know what we do with an actual superpowered supervillain."
"We aren't going to kill her." Blaine says, "I think I should go, since I can hear her thoughts, maybe just put my phone on speaker so you guys can hear the conversation in real time. Maybe she just has to hear that she's converting people against their will."
"Because christians are known for caring what other people think," Santana snorts, "Please, I'd bet money she's working on a way to broadcast her 'be good or Gods gonna smite you' bit."
Kurt sighed, "The question remains, what are we supposed to do to contain her? I mean it's not like we can get her arrested, especially if she can brainwash people by talking. She can literally talk her way out of any punishment, and no-we shouldn't have her on the phone, not when we don't know if hearing her voice through the phone or via recording will work just as well. It's not like our powers make any type of sense."
"Point." Blaine acknowledges, "But I still think I should be the one to go. Do we know where she is? If she's doing it on purpose we'll think of what to do then. We know she's coming tomorrow for sure, but the less people she's exposed to the better, right?"
"I think she said something about checking around for a megaphone?" Puck says, scratching at his chin.
Kurt and Santana share a long look. Brittany wonders if they're thinking about kissing. She kind of hopes they are, and that they'll let her watch.
Kurt scowls, "She definitely knows."
"We can't be sure," Blaine says in that super reasonable tone Brittany herself uses when she's trying to convince Lord Tubbington to cut down on bacon.
Santana snorts, "Says the mind reader. Look if she's looking for a megaphone she knows exactly what she's doing. And we have to stop her before it occurs to anyone that a teenage christian speaker with a 100% conversion rate has more than god going on. If she's exposed they might start looking for more storm freaks."
"We can't kill her," Blaine protests.
"Why not?" Puck asks, "Can you think of another way to stop her? Because that sounds like the only thing that would work. I don't wanna be some virgins slave for my whole life, besides I'm Jewish, my mom would kill me if I tried coming home all Christian and stuff."
"Killing people should never be on the table, isn't that why we have jail?" Blaine insists.
"You know what mother Teresa?" Santana snaps, "Open up your voice recorder on your phone and go ask her exactly what she plans to do, you see exactly what level of crazy we're going to be dealing with."
"Fine!" Blaine snaps back and runs off.
"Shouldn't we go watch his back?" Puck says, rubbing his neck.
"Go right ahead," Santana gestures to the door and Puck chases after Blaine.
"Is killing her really the only way?" Brittany can't help but ask. She knows killing is a bad thing, but if Kurt hadn't killed their councilor they would all be dead. Brittany thinks she wouldn't mind it so much if they had to kill the girl that wants to make Kurt kill himself. Kurt would be her best friend if Santana wasn't. She wouldn't mind being a bad guy if that's what it took to save him. She thinks he'd like her anyway, Santana already promised Brittany would always be her favorite person, even if she wasn't popular someday.
Kurt snorts softly, looking sad.
"You know for someone who can shriek at Berry levels you are being surprisingly quiet rainbow cakes." Santana says.
"It's very depressing that I even have to think about this. Blaine's right, murder is never the right solution. But then neither is mind control, and if what I just went through is any example then…" Kurt trails off.
"Rude," Santana says using her mean cheerleader voice.
Kurt blushes then, watching the way his cheeks slowly turn pink makes Brittany blush too. Has Kurt always been that cute and she just hadn't noticed?
"Not kissing you," Kurt mutters crossing his arms, "I meant the mind control and you know that."
"Do I?" Santana hums and she's doing that sexy teasing thing with her eyes that always makes Brittany squirm, thighs clamping together. It's working now, even if Santana is looking at Kurt. "You know rainbow, you really owe me a solid for all that dont you?"
Kurt looks kind of like he'd like to start squirming too, "I suppose. What do you want?"
Santana grins sharp and sudden. Brittany would really really like to kiss her now, and really really hates that Santanas stupid power means she cant.
"I need you to give Britt something for me?" Santana says backing Kurt up against the locker. Brittany almost knows what she's going to do before she does it.
Kurt makes a soft confused sound Santana cuts off with her lips. This kiss is different from before, softer even-but somehow hotter. Santana only touches his lips, keeping the rest of her hands away, but she presses them together super close. She kisses him and kisses him and all Kurt does is make soft helpless sounds and Brittany is going to explode from how super hot it is. She wants to cry when Santana pulls away. Both her and Kurt are panting.
"Come'er Britt," Santana says and Brittany moves before she can think about it.
Kurt blinks, slow and dazed, "You-"
"Kiss Britt for me," Santana demands, interrupting him, "sweet and slow, just like I kissed you."
"I-" Kurt starts but Brittany kisses him before he can say anything just in case it's no. She really really misses Santana's lady kisses and Kurt's lips are super soft just like she remembers.
This kiss is better though, she can almost taste Santana's cherry Chapstick on his lips. She doesn't know how long they kiss but she doesn't like Puck for a while when he interrupts.
"You guys do remember hes gay right?" Puck says, pulling Brittany away, "I'm like the only straight guy here. I should be the one you pick for a three-way."
Brittany hadn't been thinking about having a three way with Kurt and Santana but now she can't think of anything else. It would be so hot.
"I thought you went after Blaine?" Kurt says leaning hard against the locker like he's having trouble standing.
"Yeah, about that. That Hanna chicks dead." Puck says, "It was wild how much Blaine didn't want to kill her but they were struggling over a sound system she was trying to set up on the roof and they tumbled over. I managed to catch Anderson before he let go of the ledge but she's like splattered on the parking lot so we should go deal with that."
"Well shit," Santana says and they all run over to the parking lot where Hanna's brains look like spaghetti someone dropped on the ground.
Blaine stands over her and he looks really sad. She wonders why, shouldn't he be happy no one had to kill her like he wanted?
"So are we doing this old school and driving her somewhere in the woods to be buried or what?" Santana asks, looking down at Blaine and the dead body.
"I don't have a car." Blaine admits." My dad drops me off and picks me up. Confiscating it was my punishment for landing myself in here."
"I am not lugging a corpse around in my baby!" Kurt shrieks hysterically.
Brittany turns to Puck. He shakes his head."I have a truck. Do you really think no one's gonna notice if she's sticking out the back?"
As one, they all turn back to Kurt.
"Look Rainbow Brite." Santana says, "You're the only person here who can hijack a car."
"No." Kurt says, shaking his head."That's what got me into this mess in the first place! And there's this little thing called DNA, I'm not leaving mine in her car, it's a surefire way to get added to the suspect list."
Santana crosses her arms like she means business, "You're the only one who can hotwire a car. We would all be on the suspect list if anyone finds her here because the last thing we need is forensic people in this place considering all the blood we've dealt with. We park her car somewhere in the woods, you do the ice thing, if there's no body people no one will assume there's been a crime. I'll follow you in Pucks truck and just circle back. You know people get lost in campsites all the time."
Brittany sighs and goes to get a pipe or something to smash Hanna's body with as Kurt starts to freeze her. She wanted Santana to send her more kisses, but it looks like they have to get rid of another body first.
Did I just ignore a villain confrontation for some kiss exchanges?Hmm seems like that is exactly what happened...I regret nothing.