Chapter 5

I lose my train of thought around her / can't remember my combination when I surround her / what is going on? / What is wrong?

It had been a month since that slushie incident and Joey and Santana had yet to speak to one another. It was now all over school that Joey was a lesbian, though most people did nothing but throw slushies at Joey, Santana felt responsible for what was happening to her ex-best friend.

Ever since that conversation with Joey, her words echoed in her head.

"You know the reason why you are always bored with boys is because you're playing the wrong field…"

"One day you're going to be who you are and you will be happy with it…"

"Well one day you're going to be a loser like me…"

"Loser like me…Loser like me…"

Santana was walking slowly down the hallway in her Cheerios uniform with her books in her hands; she stopped at her locker and leaned against it. She looked down the hallway to see Joey making her way down the path that led to her. Santana felt her heart jump, an entire month without Joey was weird for her and she wanted her friend back.

"Joey!" She called out as Joey seemed to try and pass her. Joey looked at her but said nothing.

"Joey, come on please talk to me."

"No thanks, wouldn't want the common folk to see her highness conversing with the gay."

"Joey…" But it was too late because Joey was already half way around the corner.

"Still not talking to you?" Brittany's monotone voice rang in Santana's ears like harps playing from angels.

"Nope, which sucks because she was my best friend, she probably knows more about me than anyone."

"Sucks to lose a friend, I hope we never lose our friendship."

"Yeah, me either."

Santana turned to unlock her locker but she fumbled with the lock.

"Damn."

She fumbled with it more and more but couldn't unlock it. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of Joey and not to mention the warm eyes of Brittany who was staring at her locker without blinking.

"I can't open it." Santana sighed.

"What's the combo?" Brittany asked, lightly touching Santana's hand that was still on the lock. Their eyes locked for a moment then Santana turned away and moved beside Brittany.

"9…27…1…"

As Santana said the numbers, Brittany turned the lock and it opened.

"Ta-da!" She said amused.

"Thanks." Santana said with a smile and slid back to her locker and took out some books.

Brittany leaned against the nearby locker and sighed.

"I was thinking…"

"Yes?"

"Could you help me with my Spanish? I'm totally flunking; no one wants to help me. Which sucks because I think I'm the nicest person in that class."

"Brittany, sleeping with everyone in your class doesn't really classify as being nice."

"I say thank you afterwards, isn't that nice?"

Santana giggled at the blonde.

"I'll help you; want to meet up after school?"

"I thought you had a date with Puck?"

Santana winced at the name, "I forgot."

"Oh…"

"I could always blow him off, my best friend always come first."

"Awe, that's sweet."

Santana closed her locker, "I'm the sweetest. See you later."

At Brittany's house…

"I'm still lost."

"You're thinking too hard, just repeat after me, 'Quiero estar contigo.'"

"Quiero esto continga…"

"Close enough."

Santana closed the Spanish book and laid down on Brittany's bed. Brittany sighed and did the same.

"I'm totally going to fail my Spanish test."

"You're not; you just have to let your muscles loosen up." Santana sat up and crossed her legs Indian style on the bed, "Here, I'll show you." Brittany looked at Santana poker face. "You'll have to sit like me first, though."

"Oh."

Brittany sat up and faced Santana.

"Now, let all your energy focus on nothing but the task at hand."

"I don't have a task in my hands…"

"I meant the Spanish."

"Right."

"Just relax, move your muscles." Santana rolled her shoulders and Brittany tried to do the same, "You look weird." Santana said with a laugh.

"Don't laugh at me." Brittany pouted.
"Awe, you're so cute when you pout. Come on." Santana spun her body around Brittany so that she was behind Brittany. She put her hands on Brittany's shoulders and began to massage them.

"Now, take deep breaths." Santana instructed. Brittany followed her instructions.

"That feels good." Brittany said her voice almost in a whisper.

"I once dated a massage student."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he wasn't that great but I learned a few things from him. For example…lay on your stomach."

"Why?"

"Just trust me, lay on your stomach."

Brittany did as she was told and laid on her stomach. She laid her head on her arms and felt Santana's hands slowly and gently being to massage her back. She felt her muscles loosen and her breath begin to slowly become steady. Brittany felt her mind go into a new dimension; she wasn't in her bedroom anymore. She didn't know where she was, she was on cloud nine for all she knew and she loved the feeling. Santana's hands slowly moved down on Brittany's body and Brittany let out a low groan of pleasure.

"Santana?" Brittany questioned in a murmur.

"Yes?" Santana answered her.

"That feels really good."

"Thanks."

"Don't stop…"

"But we'll have to get back to studying sooner or later…"

Brittany turned over and looked into Santana's deep brown eyes, "Please, don't stop."

Santana felt her mouth go dry as she looked into the ocean blue eyes that had her hypnotized. She didn't know how it happened next, she can't remember if you asked her. All she knew was that a simple study outing turned into something greater. Something better than both the girls could have imagined. A simple massage led to a simple kiss that led to clothes ripping slowly from each other's body that slowly led to moans and groans and "Please don't stop." Santana knew nothing of what she was actually getting herself into and for the first time she didn't care. She loved the feeling of being with Brittany in that moment, she enjoyed it. And when it was all said and done she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the headboard of Brittany's bed listening to Brittany breathing softly beside her. For the first time in a long time, Santana Lopez wasn't bored.