Chapter Fourteen

Funny Bits

Santana sat on the thirty yard line with the rest of the Cheerios, stretching before practice. She kept a keen eye on Brittany who was helping Victoria with her round off, while also listening to Quinn's endless squawking about the most recent drama involving the oakwood team and their fire crotch captain. She gave a soft sigh to herself as Brittany began to giggle over something funny that had been said. How could someone so utterly perfect in every way exist? There wasn't a single flaw Santana could point out even if she tried.

For the last two and a half weeks they had met up everyday to hang out or study, which eventually lead to more "kissing practice". Santana bit her lip and tried not to smile. In the back of her mind she knew it was more than just something innocent. She knew she was doing it behind her brother's back, but when she was with Brittany none of that even mattered. The beautiful blonde made Santana feel brave, two days earlier she found the courage to even use tongue with Brittany for the first time and it had felt like heaven. Since then Santana had found herself more smitten than ever before.

"God, I wish I could have seen the look on her face when Brittany told her she was transferring to McKinley. I heard she threw a fit and started yelling at her team. I would have paid to have seen that! The only thing I'm worried about is sabotage. At this point I wouldn't put anything past Red. I need you to be on your A game this week, Santana. I know it's been a shitty few weeks with your whole Puckerman drama, but it's crunch time. We've hardly hit December, but spring is coming fast and with it competition season. I want to crush those bitches and make them give us the respect we deserve." Quinn rambled on for another few minutes, while Santana continued to day dream about Brittany's perfection. The only thing she cared about these days was Brittany and when she would get to kiss her again. She only hoped it was sooner rather than later.

"Lopez!" Coach Sue barked over the megaphone "If I wanted to coach a tam on ninnies who stare off into space all day long I would have taken Beaste's job. Now pull your head out of that well sculpted rear of your's and take a lap!"

Santana rolled her eyes and began her jog around the field, making sure to look good while she did it just in case Brittany was watching. The lap was a refreshing chance to clear her mind of all the confusing noise and the inappropriate thoughts that had happened that day in class.

Now that she and Brittany had worked out their issues they were back to being obnoxiously close friends in the hall. They laughed at private jokes and shot each other silly looks across the classroom while the teacher wasn't looking. Maybe she was falling too fast and hard, but the way Brittany made her heart feel, Santana didn't really care.

With Brittany now on the Cheerios things were growing a little more difficult. Santana had always found practice distracting with the way the other girls danced about and their sinfully short skirts, but having Brittany around made focusing exponentially more difficult, if not impossible.

Winded from her jog, Santana approached with her hands on her hips. Brittany was already standing in front giving pointers and describing a few alterations to the line up, while coach Sue looked on.

"Oh good, you're back San." Brittany beamed wrapping her long slender fingers around Santana's bicep and pulling her to the front next to Quinn. "I thought about it a lot last night and I think you're the best choice to dance next to me, behind Quinn." She grinned as though she had just found the cure for cancer. Begrudgingly Santana took her place, not wanting to burst Brittany's bubble by telling her she didn't really like being front and center where everyone could see.

Santana let out a shaky breath as Brittany stood next to her, praying she didn't forget the complicated steps the girl had taught over the last week. She could feel Kitty's dark jealous scowl on the back of her neck, which made things feel a bit more normal. As the head bitch and Quinn's right hand, she had learned to thrive off of the jealousy of other people. Her inner anger had always helped to push away all the things that hurt inside.

They ran through the group routine several times, while Sue shouted insults and jeers at them from the stands. Unfortunately Victoria, who Santana didn't care to know, misstepped and rolled her ankle part way through the fourth run through. Secretly Santana praised Jesus because she was sure she was about to pass out. One glance at Brittany and it was clear the blonde wasn't even phased by the intense workout. Brittany checked on the girl before splitting the team up into groups of two, to work on technique, while she came around to help.

Santana couldn't hide her cocky smile as she watched Brittany explain to Quinn 'why her foot work was too slow'. Quinn didn't seem nearly as amused, but didn't bother to remind her just who was captain of this squad; that's how badly she wanted to win.

Santana watched from the corner of her eye, hardly paying attention to the moves she was supposedly practicing. Every movement Brittany made was effortless. It was like she was dancing even when she was just walking around from group to group. She seemed to just float by with an infectious smile that brightened even the worst of Santana's darkest days.

"How are you guys doing?" Brittany's fingers slid delicately across the length of Santana's shoulders, abruptly catching her off guard, causing both a jolt of pleasure and anxiety coursing through her. She didn't know whether she wanted to take an ice-cold shower or throw up. Both seemed a strong possibility.

"We'd be better off if Ho-pez could get her shit together and pay attention for like five minutes." snapped Jessica Adams, a surly girl with sun-kissed brown hair.

Brittany gave a polite smile and asked to see their set. Santana fought the urge to laugh when the tall blonde tore the girl down a few pegs by criticizing nearly every single movement she had made. However, her grin faded when the blonde's gem stone like eyes fell on her. Sure they were best friends, but Brittany wasn't the kind of girl who would show favoritism on the field—or at least not when it didn't suit her own purposes.

"San, the angles of your arms are a little sloppy. When you make a V it needs to be firm like this..."Brittany stepped behind Santana and placed her hands lightly on the girl's hips before sliding them up over her ribcage until they caught her biceps. Santana could feel Brittany's hot breath on her neck and ear as she lifted her arms high into the air. Her legs felt like jelly as her mind drifted off for a moment. Brittany's touch reminded Santana of the time when she had helped the girl into a very flattering red dress. Santana wanted to clench her thighs together as she felt a sudden rush, but she knew Brittany would notice. Instead she tried to focus on her arms and where they should be.

"Also try to make bigger circles with your hips. It looks better." Brittany said in her ear in the same voice she used to speak to every other girl on the field, but it didn't stop Santana from becoming more aroused.

Brittany's hands dropped down to Santana's hips and pressed them close to her own, guiding them and showing Santana just how wide to make her circles. Santana fought to keep her breath under control as her cheeks began to grow rosie. She knew this was just practice. There was nothing remotely sexual going on, but God she wanted to turn around and kiss Brittany so bad. She wondered if the blonde knew just how much one little touch effected her.

When Brittany had finished sexually frustrating Santana, she moved on to the next group leaving Santana feeling cold and bitter. 'She didn't even bother to look back at me' Santana thought crossing her arms angrily. 'After all that and not a single second glance!' Her partner opened her mouth to bitch, but Santana ready for her.

"Fuck off Jessica, before I go all Lima Heights on your ass!" She snapped.

Practice ended shortly after Brittany was done helping the last group and as usual Santana hung back to let the locker room clear out a little before venturing to take a shower. She made her way quickly to the very back of the small room where her locker sat, well away from anyone who might think she was peeping on them. Brittany was chatting idly several rows away to Victoria, the girl who had rolled her ankle. Not wanting a repeat encounter with her brother's girlfriend, Santana tossed off her practice clothes and got ready to shower as quickly as she could.

"There you are San!" Brittany's cheery voice caught her just as she reached for the door to the showers. "I was waiting for you, but you took so long. If you wait a sec I'll come with you."

"It's okay B, I'm just going to hop in and out. It'll only take a sec and then we can go hang out at my house for a bit." Santana said as apathetically as possible. Without waiting, Santana walked into the empty shower room, picked the one in the far back, the way she liked, and closed the plastic curtain.

The water was luke warm, which happens when you always shower last, but it was enough to relax away Santana's tensions and relieve some of the stress that had built up over the last several days. She closed her eyes as the water rushed down past her hair, nose, lips, belly, and toes. If given the choice Santana may have stayed in that spot peacefully forever.

However her inner calm faded when she heard the soft patter of feet splashing along the tile of the shower room. Santana held her breath until she heard Brittany's soft voice call out to her.

"San?"

"I'm almost done just gimme a -"

Brittany didn't wait for Santana finish her sentence before pulling back the curtain and stepping into Santana's shower with her, towel and all as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"B-Britt! What the fuck! I'm naked!" Santana sputtered as she scrambled to cover herself, using the corner to hide what little goods she had. Brittany cupped her hand over Santana's mouth and motioned for her to be quiet.

"Shh, unless you want the whole school to know I'm in here with you." Brittany cocked her eyebrow then slowly removed her hand from Santana's lips. Santana's eyes glanced down to see Brittany's bare body wrapped tightly in a towel. She swallowed thickly, unsure if she was ready for this to go where she thought it was about to go.

When she found Brittany's eyes again they held that same mysterious curiosity as though Santana were the most puzzling creature on Earth. Brittany's long slim fingers unwrapped the top of her towel causing the rest to fall away as she hung it up on the hook next to Santana's.

"Oh god." Santana whimpered looking into the tile so she wasn't staring directly at Brittany's bare body.

"Santana, why are you hiding? We're both girls. We've got all the same funny bits. You don't have anything I haven't seen before." Brittany cooed as she stepped under the shower head to wet her hair with her back to Santana. "If it really makes you that uncomfortable I wont look, promise."

Santana was certain that never in a million years would she ever understand Brittany S. Pierce. Tentatively she turned around to see Brittany's flawless back and perky butt facing her. The semi warm water now trickled down the length of Brittany's hair making it look like strands of pure gold.

"Could you pass me the soap?" Brittany asked holding up her hand. Santana bit her lip, grabbed the small bar, and passed it to her. "Thanks."

She watched as Brittany lathered it up in her hands and began to spread it over her arms, shoulders, breasts, stomach, and thighs. Santana was at an utter loss for words. She couldn't take her eyes off the soft round flesh of Brittany's side boob that she could see from her position.

"Could you get my back I can't reach very well." Brittany asked passing the bar back to Santana who stood frozen to the spot.

"I—uh—sure." Santana gulped rubbing the bar between her hands and setting it down. Her brain had quite literally turned to mush, she could hardly form words to speak let alone make sense. With one hand she awkwardly started to smear soap between Brittany's shoulder blades, afraid that at any moment she might turn into some huge ugly lesbian monster and devour Brittany right there. When that didn't happen Santana began to relax a little. She started rubbing the soap with both hands causing Brittany to sigh.

"Do you know you're amazing with your hands?" She whispered. Santana's blush grew a little deeper, but she replied with a subtle. "Mhmm"

"Okay now your turn." Brittany said turning around without warning and startling Santana once again. She caught a glimpse of something, but she turned around so fast her mind couldn't properly register what it was she had seen. "Stop being so jumpy. I'm not going to bite you." Brittany teased lightly as she took her turn massaging soap into Santana's back and shoulders.

Santana kept her arms crossed over her chest, but relaxed into Brittany's hands and closed her eyes. The way Brittany touched her made her feel even more at peace than before. Her nimble hands found a few knots in her shoulders and steadily worked them out until Santana felt like putty. When she was done Santana whimpered for more.

"B, that felt so great." She sighed forgetting completely about the fact that she was standing naked in the shower with another girl.

"I'm going to go get dressed. Hurry and finish, so we can watch 'Keeping Up with the Kardashians.'" Brittany said kissing Santana's cheek before grabbing her towel and hopping out of the shower.

Santana stood in the shower for a long moment stupidly wondering what the hell had just happened between them. She and Brittany had just showered together, but it wasn't anything like what one would expect when thinking of the phrase 'showering together'. What did it even mean? Was Brittany trying to take their friendship deeper? Did she even want to be deeper friends with Brittany? Why hadn't Brittany just showered on her own? Was she making fun of Santana for not being as open with her feelings? Questions began to spill over and Santana felt like she was back to square one, were Brittany was playing mind games with her it pissed her off. Why couldn't they just be friends who kissed?

As the water turned cold, Santana snatched her towel off the hook and stormed out into the hall where Brittany stood in jeans and cute pink polka dot bra, dancing to a song in her head.

"What the hell was that?" Santana snapped under her breath just in case someone was listening.

"What was what?" Brittany's smile faded into a confused look.

"That back there! You just stepped into my shower like it was nothing" Santana huffed, but was thrown off when Brittany quickly leaned in and gave her a kiss.

"Sorry, I just love the face you make when you're angry. You look so cute and it makes me want to kiss you" Brittany said softly.

"B-Britt! You can't just kiss me when I'm mad at you and you can't just walk into someone's shower! There are rules you have to follow." Santana insisted helplessly as she found it difficult to stay angry when Brittany looked at her that way.

"Oh?" Brittany leaned in again and gave Santana another slow kiss "Are those real rule or rules that you tell yourself, so you feel safe?"

Santana wasn't sure how to answer. She wanted to keep kissing, but she also wanted Brittany to understand that this was her life and she couldn't just broadcast every detail of their friendship to the world. She closed her eyes as Brittany kissed her again and again. Her mind felt fuzzy with excitement and for a moment she forgot she was standing in the girls locker room with just a towel on.

"I loved watching you dance out there today. " Brittany groaned as she pressed Santana into the lockers and trailed more sweet kisses along Santana's neck making her forget what they were even talking about.

"Britt...we can't—not in here." Santana whimpered as one hand cupped the girl's cheek, while the other

knotted into her wet golden hair.

After exchanging a few last steamy kisses Brittany took a step back, giving Santana room to breath and regain her bearings. Unfortunately, Santana's towel had untwisted during their impromptu make out and fell to the floor as they parted. Brittany's hand shot to her mouth biting back a giggle as Santana stood naked and mortified in front of her. The blonde bent down and picked up the towel.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, remember? Besides, you look great. You've got nothing to be ashamed of." She said cheekily passing Santana the towel.

Santana could feel her skin burn as Brittany's eyes wandered over every bit of her body before she could cover up again.

"I—uh—thanks. You look really good too..." She closed her eyes and scolded her self for sounding so dumb.

She felt another peck on her lips.

"Sorry, I like that face too." Brittany giggled and walked back over to her own locker.

Santana scrambled to get her clothes out, but as she did she realized Brittany had a point. Why did it matter if Brittany saw her naked or not? They were just friends and she had nothing to be embarrassed about. Hell half the time the other girls on her squad walked around topless. Santana was so caught up in what people might think that, she seemed even more strange than if she had been casual about it the whole time. Just because she liked girls that didn't mean she automatically had to act like a stupid gawking boy when they were around. Brittany had found a way to appreciate the female form without it seeming strange at all.

Santana bit her lip and slowed down her movements. There was no more need to rush. If Brittany wanted to look, then so be it and if Santana's eyes accidentally found their way over to her friend's bra it wasn't a big deal. Like Brittany had said 'They all had the same funny bits'.

"Ready to go?" Brittany asked when Santana had finished dressing.

"Yea, totally."Santana said swinging her bag over her shoulder. "Hey B—I don't know if I've ever told you, but I'm really happy we're friends."

Brittany took a sip from her water bottle before motioning Santana to walk with her.

"Me too San. Do you think you can make us quesodillas when we get to your house? You make the best food ever."

Santana smiled and nodded.

"Sure Britt, anything you want."

A/N- Heyy! I've missed you guys. NYC was crazy and so much fun. I've never seen snow before, so that was an experience. I really hoped you liked the chapter. Brittana friendship is slowly evolving. I wanted to have a few nice cute chapters before I hit you with more angst, so enjoy it while it lasts *evil laugh* I think Brittany is doing a good job of helping Santana get over a lot of the things and ticks that stress her out that come with accepting that she's a lesbian. There were a few comments about Roman and don't you worry. He'll play his part in due time.

Also (side note) I'm 22 now? Wth, how did that happen? Crazy.

Thank you to all the people who have followed this story from the start, people who shared their personal stories, and welcome to any new comers out there. If you have any questions feel free to message me. I love reading all your comments, so keep them coming. You guys are the best, seriously. -xoxoxo