Queen. After Quinn and Brittany get a little too handsy during their dance, knowing that it's driving Santana up the wall, Santana pulls Brittany out of the gym and reclaims her girlfriend in the best way possible. Jealous!Santana and Tease!Brittany.
Let's pretend Quinn never got into a car accident so there was no wheelchair.. (Bonus: a bit of Faberry)
Santana wasn't surprised when Brittany was named Prom King, no one else nominated even stood a chance against her girlfriend! Aside from a few minor mishaps, Brittany made a great President and an even greater King. Santana clapped and smiled proudly as Brittany did a cute little dance and waltzed up to accept her crown. The blonde smiled humbly at her subjects and even glanced over at Santana and winked.
Santana just blushed and tried to keep her grin small; she was such a sucker in love when it came to Brittany. The blonde's outfit choice didn't help either, Britt looked too adorable for words with her fashionable white top hat, white fitted blazer, the black tie, and that cute puffy blue skirt. Santana was so hopelessly in love with Brittany S. Pierce.
Santana was a great First Lady and she'd make an even greater Queen, all she needed was for Figgins to hurry it up and announce her as Queen and her and Britt could rule the school together.
Instead, Santana's smile faltered as the name Quinn Fabrayleft their principal's lips.
She was shocked, baffled even! How could Britt win and not her? They campaigned together. From her left, Quinn smiled her perfectly smug smile and walked across the stage, right pass Santana, right to Figgins and her crown, her crown, then posed with her King, her king.
Santana was furious, but she had to keep it together while still being on stage and with everyone staring up at them. She knew their eyes weren't on her though, they were on the knew couple who would reign on together. Santana bit her cheek; she was supposed to be next to Brittany, not Quinn.
"And now this year's King and Queen's first dance!" Figgins introduced as the opening chords of Take My Breath Awaybegan to play. Santana rolled her eyes at the song choice and stared daggers into the back of Fabray's other nominees were quick to exit the stage, but Santana felt stuck in her spot as she watched Brittany and Quinn descend the stairs to the dance floor.
"Come on, Lopez, move it." Mercedes teased with some seriousness in her tone as she slid a mic stand across the stage with Rachel tailing behind her doing the same. No snarky back talk came from the usually fiesty cheerleader as she rolled her eyes and walked off stage.
She stayed hidden in the shadows, watching Quinn wrap her arms around Brittany's shoulders as the two began to sway to the melody of Mercedes' and Rachel's voices. Brittany's hands rested low on Quinn's waist, too low for Santana's liking actually. She knew Brittany was pretty handsy, especially with her obviously, but something in her sparked as she witnessed the blonde's hands roam up Quinn's back and around her sides. Santana was slowly beginning to lose it and as the King and Queen swayed in circles, Brittany finally made eye contact with Santana since the dance began. Blue eyes dazzled under the strung up lights but turned a shade darker at the sight of Santana practically shaking with jealousy.
To Santana's surprise, Brittany just winked and dipped her hands lower down Fabray's back as Mercedes and Rachel belted out the chorus of the song.
Santana gritted her teeth as her eyes narrowed on her girlfriend. "I'll take your breath away alright." She muttered but couldn't decide who she was referring to, Brittany or Quinn.
She let Brittany have her fun though, she let her think her little game was really working Santana up and Santana played right along. Or at least tried to. She may have forgotten how good Brittany was at this jealousy thing.
Before Santana knew it, she was stomping over to the stage and telling Rachel to get down now. Rachel, not one to get on Santana's radar when her temper is clearly untamable at the moment. But she also was in the middle of a performance and anyone who's anyone had a hard time tearing Rachel away from that.
Santana narrowed her eyes on the girl and gritted her teeth, "I'm a thousand percent sure Mercedes will have no problem taking the reins, now get your ass down here."
Rachel looked warily at Mercedes before sighing and walking off the stage to find Santana waiting for her, "What's so important that you had to-"
"Look at it, Berry, look at it!" Santana pointed at Quinn and Brittany, hands all over each other and practically eye sexing it up in the middle of the dance floor. Santana scoffed.
Rachel looked and frowned; Quinn and Brittany danced at a reasonable distance, hands on hips and shoulders, nothing inappropriate was going on but one look at Santana said she saw otherwise. Maybe she was missing something? Maybe she wasn't seeing the full picture?
Santana only stared down Brittany, the blonde's eyes staring right back as she whispered something to the shorter blonde, lips curved into a smirk. Rachel saw it that time and looked hesitantly back at Santana, "Oh no."
Before Rachel could even make a grab for her, the feisty brunette was stomping over to claim her girl. Rachel ran after her anyway.
As soon as she was close enough, Santana shoved Quinn out of the way.
"What the fuck, Lopez?" Quinn barked, righting her self from the stumble but Santana's eyes bore hard into mischievous blues.
"You." Santana pointed and gripped Brittany's wrist, "You're coming with me."
"Santana! What about the dance? It's tradition!" Rachel called after her as Santana pulled Brittany, who had no shame in smirking from the way Santana was taking charge, towards the exit.
"You dance with her!" Santana yelled back, not giving a fuck about tradition. All she cared about right now was reminding Brittany who her real Queen was.
Rachel's shoulders drooped as she looked from Santana and Brittany's fleeting bodies to Quinn, her glower now a smirk matching Brittany's. Rachel pieced two and two together and sighed, "You were in on that, weren't you?"
"Maybe, but I'm a whole five bucks richer!" Quinn shrugged, pulling Rachel in to dance instead, "Brittany bet that Santana could last the whole song."
"Of course.." Rachel sighed but they were quickly forgotten as she realized she was dancing in front of everyone with the prettiest girl she knew.
Out in the empty hallway, Santana continued to pull Brittany along.
"What's the rush?" Brittany teased, biting her bottom lip at the sexy glare Santana threw at her in response. The blonde's heart sped; this was going to be awesome!
Santana stopped at a door a little ways away from the auditorium and reached forward to open the door. "In." Santana commanded and Brittany practically skipped inside still wearing her smug grin. Santana barely had the door closed before Brittany was pulling her girlfriend close, arms wrapping around the brunette's shoulders, their bodies colliding.
"You're so, so hot when you're jealous." Brittany smirked against full lips.
"I'm not jealous, I'm fucking furious!" Santana corrected her, pushing the blonde up against a desk. Brittany let out a surprised whimper but kept her arms around Santana regardless, "What did you think you were doing out there touching Fabray all over like that? You think I wasn't looking or something?" Santana growled, hands working to push down Brittany's blazer, "You're only supposed to touch melike that. No one else, just me."
"Oh yeah?" Brittany challenged, her arms temporarily pinned behind her by her blazer, "If I would've known dancing with Q would get you all worked up like this I might've started dancing with her a long time ago.."
"I don't think you're in any position to tease right now." Santana stated, releasing her grip on Brittany's blazer so it kept Brittany's wrist tied. Brittany just licked her lips, her legs falling open slightly at the way Santana was looking at her like she was about to devour her. She stepped closer, tanned hands wandering beneath the material of Brittany's puffy blue skirt to clutch at milky thighs, "I don't care how many votes she got tonight, I'm your fucking Queen."
Brittany's brow rose at Santana's tone but she didn't say a word, just watched eagerly to see what she'd do next. Santana stared hungrily before leaning forward, hiking Brittany's skirt up a little further as she pressed her lips against Brittany's. With handsy hands still pinned behind her back, Britt was helpless as Santana kissed her all over, the brunette's hands sliding up toned biceps and along her shoulders to settle on her cheeks. Brittany struggled against her restrains wanting to just reach out and touch Santana, to run her hands all over her, to feel the warmth of her skin, anything.
Seeing the blonde struggle, Santana smirked, "Uh-uh."
"San.." Brittany whimpered, she so badly wanted to make Santana hers. She was right there, so sexy in her red dress, just waiting for her, but the brunette just shook her head.
"You can't be running your hands all over other girls and then try and run them all over me, baby." Santana said sweetly, too sweetly. Her smirk turned devilish as she leaned in for another heated kiss that left Brittany panting and wanting Santana even more. She wiggled with anticipation, her sex throbbing painfully at Santana's teasing.
"Please San.." Brittany pouted hoping that it would do the trick, "Please baby."
In a way, it sort of did work as Santana quickly worked her left hand beneath Brittany's skirt and pushed her way towards Brittany's wet center. At the contact, Brittany moaned and struggled to touch her again. Santana just smirked, slipping her fingers through Brittany's arousal. She wanted to taste her, she wanted her to drip all down her chin and coat her tongue, but she needed to be quick. This wasn't meant to be dragged out, this was going to be fast, this was meant to be Brittany's reminder.
She was her Queen, not Fabray.
At that, she pushed her fingers into Brittany's tight heat and sucked at Brittany's neck at the same time.
"Fuck!" Brittany squeaked, thighs spreading a little further to give Santana more room to work as the brunette began a quick rhythm. She thumbed her girlfriend's clit and pumped two fingers in and out in and out until Brittany was clenching, shaking.
Fabray couldn't do that. Fabray couldn't hit all of Brittany's spots, she couldn't make her feel half as good as she could.
Santana licked up the side of Brittany's neck and nipped at her earlobe, "Say it."
Brittany's head was tossed back, her crown struggling to stay on, and her breathing ragged as she rocked her hips into Santana's hand, but she didn't know what Santana wanted her to say. She was so close, words weren't coming at the moment, just her..almost.
"Say it, Britt."
Brittany licked her lips and struggled against her blazer, "You're-You're.."
"Come on baby.."
"You're my.. ugh!"
"Brittany baby, come on."
Brittany sucked in a deep breath just as she was about to tumble off the edge, "You're my Queen." Santana smiled proudly and sped her fingers up, pumping into her quickly until Brittany was crying out and her body quaked.
Santana held her close with one arm as she slowed her fingers. Brittany slumped against her, catching her breath, as Santana finally pulled her fingers from between Brittany's legs to undo the blazer. They held each other silently, clinging to one another as they calmed down.
Brittany was first to start giggling against Santana's neck, "That was really hot, babe."
Santana just rolled her eyes and pulled away, fighting a grin at the loving look in blue eyes, "Whatever. Don't dance with Q anymore."
"If that's what happens when I do-"
Santana glared at her before Brittany could even finish.
"Kidding." Brittany teased and pulled Santana back to her. Slowly, she pulled the crown from her head and placed it carefully onto Santana's, "You're my true Queen."
Santana flushed at the gesture but attempted to keep a little of her dignity, "Mhm, don't you forget it!"