This is a G!P porn with plot story.
The students of William McKinley High School rush to their classrooms after the bell has rung, indicating that their lunch was now over. Santana, an 18-year-old senior, was among the first to enter the class. She waits patiently for her best friend and co-captain, Quinn.
One by one, the students of Mrs. Margaret's math class enter and sit down in their assigned seats. Quinn finally makes her way next to Santana a few seconds before the tardy bell rings.
"About time, Q. Did Puck occupy your time with some tonsil hockey?"
"Shut it, Lopez," Quinn said as she checks her makeup with her pocket mirror.
Just then, Sam, a friend of theirs, whispers to them.
"I heard that Mrs.M broke her hip, and she will be out for the rest of the year."
Before either Santana or Quinn could respond, they hear someone enter the classroom. They turn their attention to the blonde at the front of the classroom as she wrote her name on the board.
"Damn. The substitute is hot." Santana whispers under her breath.
Santana's eyes wandered all over the substitute body. The substitute was tall, blonde, and had a body on her, and from what Santana could see had a butt that she couldn't take her eyes off of. Santana would give anything to squeeze that ass.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she saw the name of the teacher, Miss. Pierce.
Without looking at the class, the substitute teacher opens her folder and quickly looks at the schedule the teacher had left before speaking to the class.
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This is her first teaching job. She didn't think she would get it. She was hoping this class would not have as many students as it did, but that is nothing she can change now.
Brittany glances around the room quickly, before letting her eyes settle on a student in the front row. "Good afternoon, class. As you can see, my name is Miss. Pierce. You all can call me Miss. P if you'd like. I'll be your substitute for this math class and her science classes until the end of the year because Mrs. Margaret has a broken hip. I will start with attendance. When I call your name, please say here."
She pulls out the list of names, licks her lips, and begins taking attendance.
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Santana can feel her heart beating fast. In front of the class was the all too perfect Brittany Pierce. There was no way she had forgotten her name and the person it belongs to.
"Abraham, Artie?"
"Here."
"Berry, Rachel?"
"Here."
"Chang, Mike?"
"Here."
The list of names continued until Brittany calls Santana's name.
"Lopez, Santana?"
Santana closes her eyes. God, does her name sound so good coming out of Brittany's mouth.
"Lopez, Santana?"
"Psst, S, she's calling you." Quinn murmured to her.
"Here." She responds hurriedly.
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Brittany stills all her movements. She knew that husky, raspy voice. It has haunted her dreams ever since that night. She looks up to see where she had heard the name come from, and her heart rate picks up as she spots the girl who has just spoken. Upon locking eyes with her, she swallows the lump in her throat.
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A 15-year-old Santana Lopez was standing in line to get into the Love Shack, which was the newest bar for gay women in Lima over the age of 21.
"May I see your ID, ma'am?" The bouncer at the door asked.
"Here you go," Santana responded while she handed him her ID with a smirk.
Santana wasn't 21, but her fake ID said otherwise. So what if she had to be Rosario Cruz for one night? Santana was game for alcohol and hot chicks.
"Thank you. Enjoy your night."
Santana made her way through the doors where flashing lights and music can be heard and seen.
Santana had never seen this many gay girls in one place. Fresh out of the closet, Santana had feared she was the only gay person in the entire little old town. Being here made her realize things get better. She needed to be a part of a community that accepted her and understood her struggles in society.
She had made her way through the crowd, earning the attention of several of the women there. Many offered her drinks in exchange for a dance to which she refused until a tall, blue-eyed-blonde offered the same. Maybe it was the blue eyes that got her attention or the confidence the young woman possessed whatever it was, Santana was into it. Santana was into her.
"Hi, I'm Brittany. You've denied just about every other woman who's offered you a drink, but something tells me I will be lucky. What do you say to a drink?"
"I'd say that your egotistical attitude is such a turnoff. Lucky for you, the whole innocent look works for you. Saying no to you would be like kicking a sweet little puppy, and that's just wrong. My name's Rosario." She said before offering her hand for the beautiful stranger to shake her hand.
Be it the way Rosario had responded to her advances, her perfect looks, or her confidence, Brittany had been attracted to her like a moth to a flame.
Brittany buys her a drink, and the two sit down to talk about for a long time.
Santana had learned that Brittany was a college student from MIT visiting home on her winter break. She mentioned she was a math major and a certified genius.
Santana made her part up by saying she too was a college student visiting her parents. She mentioned she was getting a law degree. Something she hoped would come true in the future. Sure, Santana bent the truth slightly, but Brittany didn't need to know that part. She kept the details of her nonexistent college life limited.
They hit it off. Brittany wasn't as egotistical as she appeared and was sweet, and Santana wasn't as bitchy and rude as she had made it seem. Santana noticed she hadn't ever smiled or giggled so much in her life. Brittany had met no one who understood her humor. It was a great feeling.
They both found that their personalities complimented each other. It was evident in the comfort they shared just talking to one another, and in the laughs they shared.
"So," Brittany started, "what's a girl have to do to get a dance with you?"
"Surprisingly enough, all they have to do is ask."
"Well then, Beautiful, may I have this dance?" She asked, stood up, and offered her hand to Santana.
"This dance and the next," Santana replied as takes the hand and let Brittany guide her to the dance floor.
Brittany placed her hands on Santana's waist and turned her around so that her front was almost flush against Santana's back. They moved against each other. They bumped and ground their bodies together as the music continued. The minimal space separating the two bodies diminished long ago.
They're both sweaty and breathing hard. Neither was aware of the many onlookers drooling at the sight of two beautiful women practically fucking on the dance floor.
Somewhere in the middle of the moment, Santana feels something hard against her backside. Her eyes widened in shock. Brittany felt her stiffen.
"What is that?" She questioned in confusion. Young Santana hadn't ever seen a guy get hard, but she'd heard about it, and it confused her.. Brittany was a girl, wasn't she?
Their heated dance slowed down until they were completely still. Brittany creates some space between them but keeps her close so she could whisper into her ear. The music was way too loud.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you; I am intersex." She whispered apologetically into Santana's ear. She gently squeezes her hips as a thank you gesture, having spent a significant portion of her night with her. "I had fun tonight," Brittany added before she pulled away. It wasn't much longer before the blonde felt someone, Santana, as she quickly noticed, holding her arm and pulling her into her arms. Santana rested her forehead onto Brittany's. Her blue eyes locked with brown ones. She tried to read her, but Santana was quick to shut her eyes.
Santana's body reacted before Santana's mind could stop her. Her actions shocked Santana too. She couldn't explain this pull Brittany had in her. When she realized the blonde was leaving, she automatically missed her. It happened so fast. She closed her eyes because everything was too much. It took a second for Santana to let Brittany's confession sink in and a millisecond to realize she was okay with it. "Don't apologize for something natural. I mean," she rolled her eyes, playfully, "I am one hot piece of ass." She said it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'll take it as a compliment." She teased with a wink before giving a girl a smirk. Had it been anyone else, she would have reacted differently. There was just something about this girl.
"You're amazing," Brittany muttered softly into Rosario's ear before kissing her cheek.
The heat spread quickly throughout her face sending shock waves through both their bodies.
They danced more only this time they faced each other. Their foreheads rested on each other's as their bodies continued their earlier rhythm.
Brittany overwhelmed with how easily Rosario accepted her condition, kissed her. It was slow at first, but when Rosario kissed back, she could no longer contain her need for the other girl.
So they kissed. Softly at first but their kisses growing hungry by the second. Santana brought her hands to Brittany's face while Brittany brought her hands to Rosario's glorious ass and squeezed it before pushing her further into her body. This action caused Santana to moan into Brittany's mouth.
Santana could no longer control her urges. Brittany's hard-on could be felt through her clothes. It made her wet.
"You're driving me absolutely crazy." She whispered seductively in Brittany's ears.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Brittany asked, biting her lip.
"You don't even have to ask. Let's go."
They got into one of the many Lyft cars available, and Brittany let them know which hotel she was staying at while Santana lovingly kissed her neck now and then until Brittany's mouth was once again on hers.
Hurriedly, they made their way out of the hotel and into the elevator, where Brittany and Santana were once again in a heavy make-out session. Santana's hands cupped Brittany's front. There was a barrier over her hard one, but she could still feel it. The heat radiating between her legs grew with anticipation. Santana moaned into the kiss when Brittany's hand squeezed her right breast over her shirt. They both pulled apart as their lungs were desperate for air.
"You're making me so fucking hard," Brittany grunted out quietly as Rosario sucked on her neck as she pushed her against the elevator wall. Brittany was usually the one in control, but Santana was dominating her, and she seriously had never been so turned on.
Santana's assault on her neck stopped when the elevator dinged. She pulled away worth a smile on her lips as she pulled Brittany off the wall and out of the elevator. She quickly crashed her lips with Brittany's feeling it had been too long since they were kissing.
Never pulling apart, Brittany guided them to her hotel room. Brittany was having a hard time unlocking the door with her key. Santana smirked before lending a hand. The blonde girl made her feel so good about herself. She felt so comfortable and confident with herself. Brittany was like the best drug she'd ever had. Something inside her felt so complete.
"Here, let me get it."
It took Santana one try to get it to open. She pulled Brittany into the room and threw her into the bed.
Brittany's eyes locked with hers as the Latina let her dress drop to the floor. There she stood in a matching red lingerie set. She had a perfect set of boobs, a six-pack, and beautiful tan skin. Her body had been something that she had been ashamed for being that she was one of the few girls to have matured before the rest of the girls her age. She'd had older guys check her out all the time, and that made her feel so wrong, but Brittany was different. The way Brittany was looking at her, she wanted Brittany to keep looking at her like that. Like she was the best thing she had ever seen because at that moment, the most beautiful set of blue eyes she'd ever seen now so dark with desire, she felt the most beautiful. It was weird considering she'd always dressed to feel sexy and confident, but here she was, nearly naked and completely exposed, and yet, she'd never felt so safe or appreciated.
"You look so damn beautiful, Rosario." Brittany complemented.
There was no hesitation. Brittany had said it with so much sincerity. Like magic, all of Santana's issues with her mature body were gone. Brittany had just told her she was beautiful. Santana had no other option but to accept it as fact. Rather than smirking, she smiled as she took in the sight in front of her.
Brittany was on the bed, looking at her. She was dying to see her naked. Here she was, in her underwear, wet and ready, but Brittany still had her clothes on.
"You've got too many clothes on for my liking."
Brittany moaned at the sound of Rosario's voice. It was raspier and a bit deeper. Rosario's voice was her favorite. Rosario was her favorite. This was the hottest person Brittany had ever seen. She was breathtakingly beautiful and so, so sexy.
Brittany's eyes never left then brunette's as her hands unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped her zipper. Her hand immediately went into her compression shorts and pushed them down so her hand could grip her cock. Her long fingers wrapped around her thick, heavy cock. She needed to give it some relief. She smiled as Santana bit her lip and watched her attentively. Biting her lower lip, she pushed down her pants and underwear. Her very erect penis sprung free and hit her clothed stomach.
She sighed in content after finally letting her cock free.
Santana could see that Brittany's hands could barely grip her shaft as she pumped up and down.
Santana moaned at the sight of the fleshy pole in Brittany's hand. Her left hand, finding it's way into her red panties where she rubbed herself. She gasped at the wetness she found there. Her wet underwear was even wetter than before, and the want was too much. She rubbed her slick wetness all around her pussy as she watched Brittany.
Their eyes were glued to each other's hand movements.
"Fuck," Brittany muttered.
"So hot," Santana breathed out.
Thank god for front bra clasp because Santana was able to use her free hand to unclasp her bra and show Brittany her boobs. Her dark, hard nipples were becoming more erect with the cold air. She momentarily took her hand out of her underwear to completely rid the bra from her body.
Brittany kicked off her pants, feeling way too hot. She moved her shirt upward with her bra before squeezing her breast and pinching her pink nipples. Mimicking on her body, the things she wished she could do to Rosario's perfectly round breasts at this very moment. Her left hand went to her balls, where she massaged them.
Santana kneeled in the bed end before crawling up so that she was now resting in between Brittany's thighs while on her knees. Brittany's thick hard cock was within reach. Santana grabbed Brittany's shirt and pulled her into a heated kiss before pulling her shirt and bra over her head.
"I want to watch you fuck yourself," Santana admitted as she between wet sloppy kisses.
Brittany was so turned on. Her precum offered the necessary lubrication to make her movements smooth. She continued to pump her hand up and down, only this time harder.
Santana's hand matched Brittany's hand manipulation. When Brittany want fast and hard, she went fast and hard. When Brittany. Went slow, she went slow when she went up, Santana's hands went up and vise versa.
The red panties a few inches from her were soaked through, and it was driving Brittany insane. Her cock ached to be surrounded by the wet, velvety warmth of the tan girl's inner walls. She was so wet that her hand was making delicious wet noises.
Needing to see more of her, Brittany's hand reached out and pulled down the lacy underwear down. She smelled so good, and she was so wet. Brittany just wanted to dive her head in and devour her. Her eyes glazed over at the sight of three tan fingers and how they glistened.
"Oh shit," Brittany grunted out.
"Fuuuck. You're so thick, baby." Santana hadn't meant to call her that, but she didn't regret it.
"I'm g-gonna...ughh cummm." Brittany moaned. Her hands moved faster as she neared her orgasm.
"Ooh, mme too."
With a few more strokes, and Brittany's cum shot out in long ropes across the tan abdomen and lower region, prompting the other girl's orgasm.
15-year-old Santana was a horny teenager for Brittany. She had imagined her first time to be slow and romantic, but here she was. She just had an orgasm in from of another person, and she wasn't done yet.
She took Brittany's still hard cock into her hot mouth.
Both moaned at the feeling.
"Roo-oh-Rosario," Brittany moaned while her hands landed on her head and got lost in brown locks. "Sucking my cock sss so oh mmm good oh fuuuck baby."
Santana's hand worked her cock while her tongue licked and sucked Brittany's beautiful cut tip. Brittany tasted so damn delicious she could give her head all day.
Santana's mouth left Brittany. Her hand pumped the meaty pole fast before taking one of her balls, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. She released it with a loud pop before doing the same to the other one. She then kicked from the base to the tip where she enveloped it anew in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, taking more and more into her mouth.
Brittany's thickness gaped her mouth open. She had about 6 inches in her mouth before Brittany hit the back of her throat, causing her throat to tighten in reflex.
"Oh shit." Brittany wanted nothing more than to fuck the mouth that was on her, but she couldn't.
Sensing Brittany's inner turmoil and bobbed her head harder and more forcefully, letting her know that she wanted Brittany to fuck her mouth.
Brittany did. She got a good grip on Santana's head and began to hammer into her mouth and throat. God damn did it feel fucking good.
"You like my fucking cock, don't you?" Brittany grunted out while looking into brown eyes.
Santana just moaned as her hand continued rubbing her hard and engorged clit as her right hand squeezed Brittany's ass. Her movements never slowing down. She was so turned on.
"Ugh...fuck...you feel so fn good, Babe."
She continued to thrust in and out of Santana's hot mouth.
"So fn close." Breathing hard as her movements became even more frantic. "Ugh...here it comes. Pull away if you don't want to swallow."
Santana didn't move, and Brittany shot her load deep into her throat. Santana swallowed it all. Brittany quickly sat up and grabbed her by her face and pulled her down with her, and kissed her. Her kisses were hungry and heavy with want. Her tongue being welcomed into Santana's hot mouth, where she's met with Santana's own. She moaned at the taste of her seed on the sweet lips of her companion.
Santana smiled into the kiss. Brittany did things to her. She didn't know her, but something in her heart and body was awakening. It feels as if she's been asleep this whole time until now. She wondered if it's just the amazing sex she was having.
Brittany flipped them over so that she is on top. She removed the red underwear allowing the long, tan legs open wider for her, so she's able to rest between them. They're both sweaty, and Santana's stomach still has her seed all over. It's such a turn on, and just like that, she's hard again. Santana is making her hormones go crazy. She hasn't had a problem with stamina ever in her 22 years of life, but she's having one of her best nights.
Brittany ground her body slowly and softly as her kisses move to her jawline, nipping and sucking her way to Santana's earlobe, which she bites on softly before sucking it into her mouth. Santana could feel the thick, long cock in her center. Santana was a moaning mess.
"You are so damn sexy, do you know that?" She whispered as she continued to grind on the other girl's very wet center as one hand was in her shoulder blades, and the other was on her huge, toned butt.
"Well, I did make you come two times already." Santana teased as she playfully slapped the blonde's ass."
Brittany chuckled softly, stopped her movements. "Someone's cocky."
"There's only one cocky person here, and let me tell you, it ain't me." She said, looking into blue eyes with a smirk as her left hand traveled between their two bodies and cupped Brittany's privates. "I know someone who is, though, and she's damn hot."
"Oh yeah?" She questioned, closing her eyes as Santana's small hand gripped her member that was resting between their bodies between both their abdomen.
"Yup. She's got blonde hair, blue eyes, a body to die for and a thick," she said as she tightened her hands grip. "long" she added as she grips pumps the length slowly "cock" she finishes her ministrations that made Brittany moan loudly by placing Brittany's erect penis between her folds.
"I want you to fuck me, Britt. Can you do that?"
Brittany swallowed loudly. She was sure Santana under her was some sort of sex goddess because god damn, Santana was oozing confidence, and Brittany liked it. Sure she was on top, but Santana was still so bossy.
"I-I-I y-yes." Brittany stuttered out.
Brittany kissed her as her hand reached down to her crotch, and together, they aligned Brittany's cock with Santana's entrance. They both gasped as soon as the tip was between the wet lips of her juicy cunt. Brittany placed Santana's hand around her shoulder where it had previously been and kissed her again. She knew she was thick and that some girls needed some time to adjust, so she gave Santana enough time to do that before adding a few more inches.
Brittany wasn't nearly halfway in, but Santana's walls were tightly enveloping her cock with such a delicious warmth.
"So fucking tight, baby." Brittany moaned, looking into brown hooded eyes. She kissed her lips hungrily before pulling away and closing her eyes. "S...Soo you feel s-soo good."
Santana's body was on fire. The desire for Brittany was on the rise. Her hips began to grind, needing more of Brittany.
"You're so thick, Baby." She moaned as Brittany pushed more of herself almost all in.
Brittany felt some sort of barrier. She wondered if, for a second, she was Rosario's first but then shrugged the idea off. There was no way this sex goddess was a virgin. She showed so much confidence and control to be a virgin, but then there was this barrier within her walls. Perhaps Rosario had only been with other women. That had to be it.
"This might hurt. Tell me if you want to stop, okay?"
Santana only nodded. She could not talk. Brittany was filling her up so well.
Brittany kissed her while she pushed passed the barrier, and as expected, she noticed Santana's eyes shut tight. Her breathing hardened, and as promised, Brittany gave her a moment to adjust.
It didn't hurt nearly as much as Santana had heard about from the other girls who had been sexually active. The pain was small and passed quickly. It was more the fear of pain she had heard about from her friends than what she felt. She didn't know if it was normal for it not to hurt, but she didn't think too much of it. Brittany was had been turning her on endlessly, and she couldn't stop her hips from taking the last two inches of Brittany's cock so that their hips were flush against each other's.
Once again, Brittany thought that there was no way Rosario was a virgin. A velvety warmth surrounded her entire length. A tightness suffocated her cock in the best way. Her eyes shut tight, and her breathing labored. She needed a minute or she'd cum on the spot. Cumming early was just a no-no, but Rosario made it hard, figuratively and literally speaking.
"Fuuuck," Santana muttered breathlessly. "You feel so good." She moaned aloud, not caring if she was a bit loud. The feeling of Brittany deep within her walls was amazing.
Brittany began to thrust in and out slowly, eliciting moans from both of them. She placed kisses around Santana's neck, sucking and marking her whenever and wherever she could.
Santana's hips thrust up to meet Brittany's movements. They started slow, but their rhythm grew faster and faster. Brittany had lost all control and, at some point, began to pound hard into Santana. The bed rocked, making the headboard bump into the wall and the mattress springs squeaked. The added noise, along with their moans and gasped, accompanied the slapping sound that was created by Brittany's balls slapping against Santana. Her cock created a wet squishy sound as she thrust in and out of Santana. They made beautiful sounds together that drove them mad.
In and out. In and out. Hard and fast. Hard and fast. Brittany sometimes just kept her length buried in Santana as she grounded against her, or sometimes she would make a circular motion with her hips. These motions drove Santana particularly wild because it caused Brittany to penetrate a little deeper inside her.
"So fucking good, Baby." She said aloud. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you all night."
"Please...please keep fucking me." Santana pleaded.
"You like my cock?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted as the body moved with each thrust.
"Harder," she demanded as Brittany forcefully thrust into her. "Oh... Don't stop," she whispered in pure satisfaction at the feeling of the blonde plowing into her.
They were both sweating. Everything was wet and warm and slippery.
"Say it." She said, stopping for a moment.
Santana grunted in frustration. Why the hell was Brittany stopping? She thrust her hips, making Brittany's dick thrust with her. Brittany gripped her hips to still them with a smirk.
"Say it." She ordered, looking into Santana's dark, lust-filled eyes. There was something else in those brown eyes but didn't think much of it. She didn't know this girl, and right now, they both needed release. "Say it." Demanded through gritted teeth. Her release was quickly approaching.
Santana felt her heart race.
"I like your long, thick cock." She said as she squeezed her ass again, "Now, please just fuck me." She brought her lips to Brittany's ears and whispered, "Fuck me so good with your big cock, Baby," before she ran her tongue on her ear's outer shell.
Whatever control Brittany had for the moment vanished. She gripped Santana's legs and threw them over her shoulder, allowing her more access to go deeper. Deeper and harder, she went.
"Ooooh, fuck..." Santana moaned. "I think I'm gonna...oh-ooooh fuck..oh fuck yes...yeah right there Baby...yeah...OH yeah!" she was so close. She felt so full. So good. "Fuck yeah!" the bed moved with their thrusting banging against the wall. "Harder."
"Fuck Rosario...so fucking good. Take it, Baby...take my cock.."
"I'm gonna...ugh ugh ugh," her breast moved with every thrust as the bed continued to move. Brittany was pounding into her harder than before at a rapid pace.
"I need to pull out." She grunted into her neck.
"No! Cum inside me," she demanded with a whisper as her hand moved from her upper back to the back of Brittany's head as she kept her close to her neck.
Brittany bit her neck at the words. "But...ugh...no condom." She reasoned, slowing down her movements.
"Plan B." She said hastily.
Brittany kissed her hard and quickly regained their speed. Louder moans accompanied slapping noises and the tapping of the bed against the wall. She plowed into her with fairy and force unlike ever before she buried her cock deep with her and released her cum. Long ropes shot deep into Santana, causing her to orgasm at the feeling.
Kissing her sloppily, Brittany continued her movements as they rode out their intense orgasm. Brittany thrust once more, emptying every last drop of her semen. Brittany collapsed into Rosario's body. The room was filled with heavy breathing and the smell of their sex.
"You drive me crazy, Rosario." She said as she kissed Rosario softly around her face.
"Good. I like your crazy." Santana admitted through sleepy eyes. She was exhausted and completely sedated.
Her first time wasn't slow and as romantic as she had imagined it, but she was so okay with that. Her first time with a girl she just met was perfect.
They fell asleep that night with Brittany in the same position still buried in Rosario.
Santana wouldn't change a damn thing.
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Brittany's head is spinning at the memory. Her heart is beating impossibly fast. Thank god she was wearing her compression shorts. Remembering the best night of her life was always got her incredibly hard.
She shook her head and continued to take attendance. "Okay, so everyone's here. That's great."
Whatever emotions Brittany was feelings, she did her best to contain them. This was not the time nor the place.
"Today we're going to review last week's lesson because about half of you failed. Luckily for you all, I have a better way of teaching that tends to stick. Trust me. I was just as confused as some of you when it came to the long formulas we had to use."
—
Some of the class chuckles while Santana's heart skips a beat and clenches her thighs together. She is still the same person from 3 years ago.
The class goes on as scheduled, and before they know it, the class is over.
"The new substitute is so awesome," Quinn comments to her friends who are walking out the door.
"Yeah, who knew there was an easier formula that even I could remember," Sam adds.
"You guys go ahead I need to clarify some of the notes," Santana says.
Her friends nod and tell her they'd save a spot for her at the table.
Santana waits until everyone in the classroom is gone, and it is just her and Brittany in the classroom. She could tell Brittany was doing her best to ignore her presence.
"Brittany? I have-"
She is cut off by Brittany, "It's Miss. Pierce or Miss. P."
The tone was harsh. It hurts her, but Santana isn't going to show that it got to her. She has been through so much; this was nothing. She was no longer the insecure-naive girl from back then. Nope, she is Santana Lopez, and she is co-captain of the Cheerios. She is a head bitch in charge with her best friend.
"So, it's like that?" Santana asks with a raised eyebrow crossing her arms across her chest.
"How else did you expect me to react to the fact that you're-" Brittany lowers her voice as she looks around to make sure no one was within listening distance. "You're underaged."
Santana chuckles, "I'm 18. Not under-aged." She said proudly and with a smirk.
"18!" Brittany whisper yelled. "Oh, god! You were-" She did some quick math in her head before her eyes bulged. "I don't even know you! What the fuck were you thinking? You lied to me!"
"I-" There was no way she could justify what she did. She had lied. She lied about everything.
Santana watches as panic fills Brittany.
"Look I-"
Brittany shakes her head as she puts her hand up to stop her from talking.
"You need to go. I don't ever want to talk about...about what happened."
"But-" She attempts anew.
"Go!" Brittany says.
Santana wants to argue and stand her place, but she has dropped a bomb on Brittany already. She walks toward the door. Before she opens it, she turns around.
"This isn't over," Santana says.
"Just go!" Brittany says, sternly walking over to her.
—
With Santana out of the room, she walks over to the door and closes it. As her hand rests on the door, she realizes how shaky it is. She walks over to her desk, resting her hands over the files set there.
Her heart still beating from the revelation. She'd slept with someone underage. It wasn't her fault, but what the fuck was she going to do. So many emotions are floating in her head, betrayal, hatred, fear, and guilt.
"I can't fucking believe this shit," she says bitterly to herself.
She tightens her jaw, as anger becomes the dominant feeling above the others. She frowns. She moves her hands in a swift motion, purposefully thrown the folders and stack of paper across the room.