Age 16 Continued
"Miss Lopez, can you explain to me why Mr. Karofsky is on his way to the emergency room?" Mr. Figgins, the high school principal asked from behind his desk. He had been rudely interrupted from his afternoon nap when a riot broke out in the hallway started by one Miss Santana Lopez.
Santana crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head in a stubborn motion. Mr. Pierce sat beside her, his arm around the back of her chair. This wasn't the first time he had been called in to monitor his daughter's best friend. She was like a ticking time bomb.
"Santana," Mr. Pierce urged, gesturing with his eyes for her to take it seriously. She was like a daughter to him and treated her as he would his own. He knew Hugo had a lot on his mind with work and Mrs. Lopez spent her time spoiling Santana instead of disciplining her. In a way, Will and Holly were stricter on her than her own parents.
Santana rolled her eyes, licking her lips as she nodded at Will's request. "He's been harassing my boy Kurt and it was time for him to feel physically what he's been doing to Kurt emotionally," she said trying to sound tough but couldn't help let out the turmoil she was feeling herself.
Will squeezed her shoulder to comfort her. He didn't care for David Karofsky himself and secretly was quite proud of what she had done.
"Needless to say, I now have a student with what I can only describe as severely swollen testicles lying in Lima Memorial. This act of violence is not permitted on school grounds and you need to be punished," he informed through a thick accent.
Santana held her hand up at his statement. "Did you not just hear what I said?" she sassed.
"Santana," Will warned, knowing the girl could get pretty feisty.
"No. Mr. Pierce does he even hear himself? I just told you I was defending a friend. A friend that's been verbally and physically assaulted by Karofsky. The Glee club has a slushy thrown at them every other day. Where are the punishments for that?" she yelled from the edge of her seat.
Mr. Figgins shook his head. "Slushy's are not on the board approved ban of violence. And Kurt has never come to me or been witnessed being harassed by David," he answered in a matter of fact tone.
"Doesn't mean it didn't happen," she retorted.
"Principal Figgins, I," Will began but was stopped by Figgins hand.
"No discussions. One week suspension and if I catch you doing anything again I will enforce expulsion," he argued, slamming his hand down on the desk as if he were a judge.
Santana's eyes widened. "You've got to be shi…" she started.
"Santana," Will yelled in disbelief.
"Brittany stay behind, I need to speak with you," Mrs. Nelson, her English teacher said at the end of class.
Brittany had been distracted the whole period since Santana had been called down to the principal's office and she couldn't help but fidget at her desk. Sighing, she nodded and packed up her belongings before going to the front of the class. She waited as patiently as she could, watching her teacher go through her grade book.
"You're failing," she finally spoke, looking up from the book to deliver the news.
Brittany's eyes widened. "I am?" she asked.
The teacher nodded, rising from her desk. "You haven't handed in a homework assignment yet Brittany. You don't pay attention, you don't take notes, and you don't participate in class. I'm going to need to have a word with your father," she said regrettably.
Brittany shook her head. "Please no, he's got a lot on his mind right now. I don't want to bother him with this. Is there anything I can do to raise my grade?" she pleaded, her soft blue eyes beginning to tear.
Mrs. Nelson stared at the girl with sympathetic eyes. She knew the girl had ADHD and from what William Pierce informed the school, it was under control without the help of the school. It was very clear that the Pierce's didn't want their daughter classified and put in special needs classes. She did Will a favor by letting Brittany into her class, but she couldn't watch over her every move, she had too many students. Sighing, she nodded.
"I want you to read a book, your choice. I want you to write descriptions of each important character, a summary of what the story is about, and pick a character you connect with and tell me why," she explained while writing it down on a piece of paper.
Brittany nodded. "I can do that," she said confidently.
Mrs. Nelson smiled.
"Alright guys I have some bad news," Will said that afternoon at Glee practice. He watched eleven sets of eyes focus on him.
"Mr. Pierce please tell me you're not letting Jacob Ben Israel join?" Rachel shouted in distraught, earning a group of eye rolls from her fellow students.
Will narrowed his eyes in a similar way Brittany did when she was confused. "No Rachel," he said, but was once again interrupted.
"I will not confirm or deny how the teacher's lounge is missing candy from the vending machine," Puck admitted, earning him odd looks from everyone including Mr. Pierce.
"Guys focus. Santana was suspended for a week so we're gonna have to work around her solos," he informed, surprised at the complacent look on some of their faces.
"That's my girl," Puck cheered, making Brittany glare in his direction. Santana was not his girl.
"Coach Sylvester is gonna flip shit," Quinn whispered to Brittany.
Brittany swallowed hard, not believing that Santana actually had gotten suspended. She was just trying to help Kurt. Brittany looked back towards Kurt and saw the guilty look spread across his face. Sighing, he took out his phone and began texting someone. Brittany hoped it was Santana.
Throughout practice Brittany tried to keep focus on what they were doing, but half way through, she stopped singing and started free styling across the room. Will noticed his daughter struggling throughout the rehearsal and chose not to acknowledge it until everyone left. The rest of the group eyed the girl but continued on with what they were doing because they were used to her behavior.
"Alright guys good work. I'll see you all tomorrow," Will encouraged, patting the backs of the students walking by him as they made their way out of the choir room. He collected his papers and placed them in his briefcase before turning towards his daughter who was now seated at the piano with her head in her hands.
"Everything okay sweetheart?" he asked carefully while planting a gentle hand on her back.
Brittany lifted her head from her hands and nodded her head.
"Did you do okay in class today?" he asked, knowing she sometimes got frustrated and that would cause her to behave like she was in rehearsal.
Brittany stared at her dad with worried eyes. She hoped Mrs. Nelson didn't tell him about her failing. "Classes were good," she said quickly, not wanting him to question her further.
Will watched her for a few moments then smiled. "Alright Britt let's get home. Mom's got dinner waiting," he said, wrapping his arm around her as they made their way out to the car.
Santana stared at her bedroom ceiling, her eyes opening and shutting as she began to fall asleep. Her parents made it very clear that they were not happy with her suspension and she was sent to her room for the remainder of the night. She contemplated sneaking over to Brittany's but she knew if Will had caught her, she'd be in even more trouble. Sighing, she turned her head to her night table. It was only seven o'clock. While reaching for her TV remote, her plans to watch trashy reality TV were interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She smiled at the picture Brittany put of herself when she was calling.
"What's up B?" she answered.
Brittany sighed on the other end. "I'm trying to read, but I can't focus. It's like all the words start moving on the page and jumble together," she said frustrated. She had spent the better part of the evening trying to get through chapter one.
Santana frowned, getting up to peer through her window into Brittany's bedroom. She saw her friend pacing the room with a book in her hands. "Reading for what?" she asked, knowing Brittany wasn't doing it for pleasure. The girl could barely read a title of a book before getting bored.
"English. Mrs. Nelson told me I'm failing," she admitted sadly. She met Santana's eyes across the room and held the book up to prove her point.
"What? Britt how are you failing?" she asked with widened eyes.
"I don't know. I haven't really handed anything in. She's letting me make it up though. But I have to read a book and write about it. I just can't concentrate," she complained and threw the book across the room.
Santana contemplated Brittany's problem. She looked around her room, her eyes landing on her book shelf. Smiling, she scanned the shelf, looking for something Brittany would be in to. Settling on the Hunger Games, she took the book back to her bed.
"I got an idea," she said triumphantly, and two the spent the remainder of the night with Santana reading Brittany the Hunger Games over the phone. She stopped every couple pages to look out the window and make sure Brittany was paying attention, and by midnight the only sounds heard was Brittany's soft breathing on the other side. She felt accomplished that she was able to help Brittany with her homework and get her to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. She ended the call and placed the book on her night table before moving under the covers.
Will looked up from the morning paper when Brittany entered the kitchen the next morning. He immediately noticed she looked almost refreshed which was rare so early in the morning. She never really got a full night's sleep and eventually it caught up to her making her someone the family didn't mess with because she could be unbearably grouchy. But today, today she had a certain glow about her.
"Morning dad," she said cheerfully as she opened the refrigerator to get out the orange juice.
"Morning Britt. Did you sleep well?" he asked, watching her dance around the kitchen as she made her breakfast.
"I think so. I don't even remember falling asleep. Santana was reading to me over the phone and the next time I looked at the clock it was morning," she replied with a certain energy coffee could only bring.
Will narrowed his eyes. "Why was Santana reading to you over the phone?" he asked. That didn't seem like something the two would do. If anything, they would have snuck into one another's room to hangout.
Brittany's eyes widened. She couldn't tell her dad that she wasn't doing well in school, he would be so disappointed. Tapping her foot against the tiled floor, she quickly tried to think of a believable answer.
"She read somewhere that reading to kids with ADHD helps them calm down," she lied, not knowing if the fact was even relevant.
Will nodded confused. "I see," he said before adding, "Well I guess it worked huh," he laughed, gesturing to the ball of energy in front of him.
Brittany nodded exaggeratedly . "Best night of sleep I ever had," she agreed.
Will smiled before going back to his paper.
"What do you mean she was suspended?" Coach Sylvester yelled during Cheerios practice that afternoon. She had been in the middle of roll call when she discovered a certain Latina missing from the group.
Brittany bit her lip, not being good with confrontation. She began to shift from foot to foot rocking her head along to a soundless beat. Quinn noticed her struggle and stepped in.
"She sent a kid to the hospital yesterday," she answered, trying to seem intimidating to the other girls. "She'll be back in a week," she finished smugly.
Sue shook her head in disgust. "That little tan rat Figgins. How dare he suspend one of my Cheerios," she yelled, outraged at the fact that Principal Figgins did something behind her back. She could care less what Santana did, as long as it didn't involve messing with the cheerleading squad.
"Don't worry coach, me and Britt will keep her up to speed on the routines," Quinn assured her, making the rest of the squad roll their eyes at her kiss ass attitude.
Coach Sylvester nodded and turned towards Brittany's fidgeting form. She narrowed her eyes, entranced for a moment before shaking her thought. "Pierce take the incompetent group and whip them into shape. Q take the rest and go through the routine," she said dismissively.
Brittany looked towards Quinn with a confused expression. Quinn nodded comfortingly before turning to the squad.
"The people that suck go with Brittany," she yelled, winking at Brittany to let her know she has her back.
Smiling, Brittany politely led her group to the far side of the gym. She didn't have it in her to be mean, usually this was Santana's job.
"I can't believe my parents let you in. They swore I was bound to this room all week," Santana laughed while Brittany took a seat on her unmade bed.
She had been bored to tears, basically twiddling her thumbs when Brittany burst through her bedroom door. Brittany shrugged innocently, not understanding what the big deal was. Santana's parents usually didn't follow through on their punishments anyway.
"They said only five minutes, but they'll probably forget I'm here," Brittany said, her eyes drifting around Santana's messy room. She wasn't good with clutter, it made her lose focus.
Santana noticed her friend's fidgety demeanor and pulled her under her arms further up the bed so she was sitting next to her. Brittany's eyes widened from the movement.
"So what did I miss today? Any good gossip?" Santana asked while running her fingers through Brittany's hair to calm the girl.
Brittany took a moment to think, but all she could focus on was the clothes thrown all over Santana's room. She began to wonder if she had seen every article of clothing Santana had ever had. The empty dishes on her desk made her think about what Santana had been eating the past couple days while she was not around. Her body slowly began to rock back and forth on the bed as she contemplated each question running through her mind.
Santana narrowed her eyes, waiting for a response but soon realized Brittany was in her own world. Sighing, she grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her so she was lying against her chest. Brittany was shook from her thoughts and tilted her head up towards Santana.
"Can we make out now?" she asked innocently, knowing when she and Santana kissed the jumbled thoughts went away and she felt a calm peacefulness throughout her body.
Santana smiled softly while running the back of her hand up Brittany's cheek. Brittany rose from her position, turning so the top half of her body was pressed gently over Santana's. Both girls waited to see who would make the first move and eventually Santana pulled Brittany's face towards her own.
Sometimes they kissed in a fury passion, not even discussing it before ripping one another's clothes off and pleasuring one another's bodies in a way only they knew how. Sometimes Santana initiated it after a stressful day of Puck feeling her up in the hallways at school or her catching herself checking out the other girls in the locker room. Sometimes Brittany would have a great day where she was completely focused and knew everything that was going on around her and she would want to reward herself with only the feelings she got from being with Santana. And then there were times like now, where it seemed as if they've been in love for years and were expressing that love in a gentle timeless way where insecurities and doubts were nowhere in sight.
After moments of soft sensual pecks, both girls met one another's eyes and saw a similar want. Santana lifted herself up, her hands out gently pushing Brittany on her backside. She knelt over her and began stripping her top, leaving her bare chest in front of her best friend. Brittany pulled her down; running her hands up and down Santana's naked back as they pressed their lips together. Heavy breathing could soon be heard and the sound of their heartbeats matched with a rapid beat.
"Yours too," Santana whispered breathlessly, her hands sliding up Brittany's shirt, tickling around her stomach with her fingers.
Brittany swallowed heavily before lifting her arms so Santana could remove it. Breast to Breast both fought to keep their sighs of pleasure to a minimum. Brittany's head rested stiffly against the pillow as Santana ran her tongue over the top half of her body, stopping to lightly bite or suck on certain hot spots she's learned of over the year. Santana smiled as Brittany's fingers ran roughly through her hair, knowing the girl never received pleasure from anyone like she did with her. When she reached lace sticking out from Brittany's jeans, she locked eyes with Brittany before tugging it up with her teeth making her moan out loud.
"Shhh," Santana laughed as she unbuttoned her jeans before swiftly pulling them off and throwing them with the rest of the mess on the floor. Her mouth started to water as she stared at Brittany lying in only her lacey panties. Biting her lip, she grabbed onto Brittany's waist and began peppering her body with kisses, starting at her neck and working her way down to the top of her underwear.
Brittany's body tensed, slightly lifting from the bed as Santana ran her fingers across her stomach. She never felt this anxious with any of the guys she slept with. They didn't even do foreplay; they stripped her and fucked her, nothing more, nothing less.
When nothing was left and Santana had felt she teased enough, she buried her head between Brittany's legs, running her tongue in the final spot she had neglected to pleasure. Brittany's mind clouded with the best feeling in the world until it eventually went blank and left her panting on Santana's bed. Santana smiled and covered her friend with her blankets, knowing Brittany was on a high at that moment. She got up and locked her door, knowing the worst thing possible would be her parents finding them naked on her bed. She quickly changed into a pair of pajamas and grabbed the Hunger Games from her desk. When she got under the covers, Brittany automatically snuggled her naked form to Santana, lying her head on her chest.
"I can return the favor San," she whispered sleepily, her eyes opening and closing as she spoke
Santana laughed quietly. "Later Britt," she whispered before adding, "Let's work on getting some more of this book read," she said while getting comfortable.
The two spent the remainder of the night snuggled together reading the Hunger Games and before she left for the night, Brittany stayed true to her word.
TBC