"Maybe if Quinn would tell us why Santana is giving her a glare every 10 seconds?"
"Noah, it's not your place to ask."
"Maybe it is, my fellow Jew."
Rachel rolled her eyes; and offered a small smile to Quinn; who nodded, knowing that Rachel was kind of supporting her. She was more than grateful; and knowingly blinded by the fact she was attracted to Rachel. The choir room went silence when Santana and Brittany walked in, pinkies linked, Santana wearing a firmly placed glare directed at pretty much everyone bar her girlfriend; Brittany was smiling brightly like normal.
"Be nice." Brittany whispered in Santana's ear, before kissing her cheek; and sitting next to Mike and Tina; holding Santana's hand tightly.
"May I welcome back to Glee club, Miss Santana Lopez." Mr Schuester began clapping as the club joined in; glad that Santana re-joined and sorted herself out; albeit her arrival back to glee club was overshadowed by the fact there was some juicy gossip between an ex-pregnant blonde; and Santana. Santana smiled at the applause; until Rachel cleared her throat and walked to the front of them, gently pushing Mr Schuester to take a seat before smiling; Santana rolled her eyes, earning a pinch from Brittany and a very hush pay attention. Santana nodded to Brittany, before averting her eyes to Rachel. Wishing she wasn't there, as one thing Rachel Berry does was reveal everything.
"Santana, I for one, am grateful that you decided to give us; by us I mean glee club another chance. I prepare a song for you… and Brittany. Well; I mean we all know how hard your life has been recently, and thankfully your parents, both your parents were supportive. Either way, we're all here for you, both. I'm gonna sing now."
'You think your days are uneventful
And no one ever thinks about you
She goes her own way
She goes her own way
You think your days are ordinary
And no one ever thinks about you
But we're all the same
And she can hardly breathe without you'
Rachel slowly moved closer towards Santana and Brittany, moving up the steps to their chairs; Rachel sat down in front of them; everyone else was staring at the scene in front of them, watching as Rachel sang beautifully, as always.
'She says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
Think about the lonely people
Then think about the day she found you
Or lie to yourself
And see it all dissolve around you'
Rachel got up; and walked back to the front; and leaned against the piano; remaining eye contact with the duo; she was singing to; Quinn rolled her eyes, knowing from Santana who crossed her arms in a very much pissed off and defensive manner, clearly not pleased.
'She says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time'
Rachel placed her hands down to her side; as the gang and Mr Schuester began clapping to show gratitude to Rachel for singing.
"Oh hold up!" Santana snapped out; grabbing Brittany's hand to stop her from joining in with the applause; the rest of everyone looked to Santana, wondering what she was going to say; "Did anyone even listen to the words? She says she has no time for you now! What kinda of crap are you insinuating, Berry? That I'm not bothering with Britts."
Rachel looked shocked
"Umm, no I wasn't suggesting that. I think you and Brittany are great together. Please don't hurt me."
"Oh grow up! That song was terrible. In fact it was so terrible; I thought you killed me; I went to hell of course; and my pal Lucifer decided to punish me by playing your sad droning ass."
"Ladies, no arguing. Rachel, what was your intention by singing that song? I'm sure Santana just misunderstood you." Mr Schuester intervened before Rachel cried or Santana attacked her
"I was singing it as the meaning is very clear."
"So explain it then hobbit; because I'm pretty sure you're suggesting that its unrequited love. That I've lost Britt. So let me please; tell you that I love Britt; and she loves me. Nothing, and I mean no crappy songs with ever change that."
"Santana, the song showed that someone who has neve experience love or lost love; has someone who adores them."
"You're a loser, Berry. This whole stupid performance actually makes me sick."
Brittany shook her head; as Rachel quietly sat down next to Finn who rubbed her back gently
"I didn't get it." Brittany whispered in Santana's ear; Santana smiled sweetly; and she squeezed Brittany's hand softly
"It's okay, I handled it."
Brittany smiled; and Santana nodded before looking forward at Mr Schuester
"Well, after that… I can say we're all happy you decided to re-join the glee, Santana. You are seriously a valued member. This week's assignment is Joy; glee by its definition is opening yourself to the joy. You all enjoy glee; so joy is your topic. It can be a song or an artist who inspires you with joy."
There were a few murmurs of encouragement about the assignment before Santana looked towards Quinn who was biting her fingernails in a clear expression of nerves; Santana noticed Brittany looking at her.
"I know you still care about her. Did you think about what I said… about talking to her, making up?"
"I know, Britt. I'm thinking, just give me till tomorrow."
Brittany nodded; and nudged her nose affectionately against Santana's neck, letting her breath cascade down her neck; smiling at the way, Santana's arms shivered with goosebumps; Santana pushed Brittany's shoulder playfully
Quinn stood up from the bleachers walking towards Santana and Brittany who were following the rest of the cheerios' to the changing rooms. Santana had noticed Quinn's presence during practice; and wasn't surprised as she practically leaped off the bleachers as soon as Sue called an end. Brittany was talking about going on a date tonight, pausing to take small sips of water; Santana watched as sweat droplets ran down the curve of Brittany's thigh; Santana licked her lips in appreciation of her girlfriend's toned body.
"I'd love to go on a date, Britt. I think that is a great idea. We both could use a night to forget everything else and focus on us."
Brittany squealed in excitement, grinning brightly before attacking Santana into a tight hug; which Santana warmly reciprocated. Quinn cleared her throat, knowingly interrupted a moment between them; but having waited all day to speak to them both; away from glee or teachers; she knew she would probably interrupt them anyway.
"I thought maybe we could talk."
"You thought wrong." Santana's quick tongue snapped back; without each looking away from Brittany's presence to acknowledge Quinn with eye contact
"I guess I deserved that."
"Damn right. Come on, Britt. I needs to shower beforehand." Santana's hand reached out to tug softly on Brittany's cheer top; Brittany shook her head, taking Santana hand tightly.
"Just talk, San. Please?"
"No. I think I've pretty much said all there is…"
Brittany looked to Quinn, and offered a sympathetic smile; this whole thing was affecting all three of them. They used to be so close; and knowing they were acting like strangers.
"You're not supposed to be here, Tubs. Sue banned your ass from anything Cheerio."
"San!" Brittany was shocked Santana was acting like that to Quinn; she knew Santana was upset with Quinn; and Brittany understood but she didn't see any need to hurt each other with words or actions.
"No, Britt. She's right. I am banned from anything Cheerio. I should go; I'll see you tomorrow, B. Bye San." Quinn slowly smiled; before retreating towards the car park; Brittany looked at Santana, who shrugged her shoulders; and opened the door towards the changing rooms; they walked to their lockers; and grabbed some shampoo and a clean towel before walking towards the showers; most cheerleaders had finished or were nearly finished.
Santana undressed quickly and walked inside; she switched the water on; and began washing her hair; within a few minutes; she felt cold hands wrapping round her waist; planting a small kiss on her shoulder; Santana smiled contented as she entwined her finger with Brittany's.
"I think you need to make up with Q, San. She looks miserable, all the time. Now everything seems to be going good, you need to make things better."
"Why is it always down to me? I get what you mean, babe. I just… Why do you always expect me to make things better? I'm hurt… I don't know if… I can do it."
"I know you, Santana. Better than you know yourself. I would never ask you to do something unless I knew you could do it. You can handle this, and if not; then I'm here to help. I can talk to her… if you don't want to. I'm not expecting us to become the three musketeers right away. You'll always be my Almond Joy… And Q's our Jolly Rancher."
"How are you so perfect?" said Santana turning round; she wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist; pulling her closer; Brittany laughed, "I'm seriously, Britt. You're so caring, so happy, all the time. I'm a bitch most of them time. Recently all the time. I don't know why you put up with me, but I'm glad… I love you so much. I'll think about it..."
"I love you too. Thank you." whispered Brittany brushing her lips ever so softly against Santana's, "You need her… as much as she needs you right now. She's going through some trouble. She needs us."
"Okay." Santana whispered against Brittany before they kissed and separated to shower; dressing in silence as it was normal for them; to clear their minds before leaving together; linking pinkies as they carried their bags to Santana's car; Brittany was humming the theme song to Dora the explorer.
"I'll drop you off; and pick you up at half 7." Santana explained as she opened the car, and they both climbed inside; locking their seat belts in; before driving slowly out of the car park; they began driving down Brittany's street; seeing Brittany's house on the left; Santana parked up.
"I love you; and I'll see you at half 7." Brittany leaned out and kissed Santana a longer than normally; as Santana unbuckled her from the seat; Santana rubbed her fingers along Brittany's forearm
"See you soon, Britt. I love you too."
Brittany smiled; and grabbed her bag, before climbing out; and walking to the porch waving once more as Santana reversed out of the driveway; before walking inside. Santana quickly drove home; seeing her parents weren't home yet; as they hardly ever were; Santana dropped her shoes by the door; and jogged up the stairs; regretting that as her thigh muscles were beginning to hurt especially after that gruelling practice; falling onto her bed; Santana yawned loudly; and pulled her pillow closer; before her eyes fell shut.
'I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win'
Santana rolled over; and grabbed her phone from her bedside table, rolling back on her side before pressing it to her ear.
"Hello?" mumbled Santana before gently pulling herself into a sitting position; she rubbed her eyes; searching for a clock
"San, it's 7… I thought I would see if you were picking me up. I forgot if you said you were."
"It's 7 now. Oh shit… I'll pick you up in half an hour, B."
"Oh okay; I'll see you soon."
"See you soon baby." Santana heard the click; and dropped her phone on the bed before stumbling in a sleepily haze to her wardrobe; picking out a nice white dress; which suited her perfectly; she pulled her cheerio top off; and tugged her skirt and spanks off; before pulling the dress on; and walking towards the mirror to check her appearance out. Santana smirked as the dress emphasised her bust perfectly; stage one of teasing Brittany was complete. She began applying some makeup; only a light cover because Brittany hated it when she wore too much. Grabbing a purse; she threw some lip gloss; some money; and her phone inside; picking up her car keys; before grabbing her heels; and walking out of her bedroom; she lightly walked downstairs.
"Mom?" Santana walked towards the kitchen, before walking out into the dining room, "Dad?"
Santana rolled her eyes at the too familiar silence, before slowly walking into the front room; and slowly wrote a short note saying she would be back later. Santana walked out; and closed the door; locking it and then getting inside her car; and driving to Brittany's. She parked up; and honked her horn; the front door swung open; and Brittany practically bounced out wearing a light blue dress which showed off her long legs. Santana smirked to herself;
Brittany S Pierce was out to tease too. Game on Pierce! I will ends this teasing.
The car door opened, and Brittany slid inside; snapping her own seat belt on; she leaned over and pecked Santana's awaiting lips; before settling back into her seat.
"You look beautiful."
Brittany kissed her lips again
"So do you. Oh by the way my mom said I should ask you to keep it PG tonight. I didn't really get what she was suggesting. I told her I was gonna to keep it BSP… She just looked at me confused." Brittany nodded as if supporting her own answer; Santana smiled.
"Baby, she was just telling me to… bring you home at a reasonable time." Santana looked at Brittany who nodded; and then she began the car; driving to Breadstix.
"Were you okay before; when I called you?"
"Oh I fell asleep."
"You sounded weird. Like you were eating cotton candy."
"Yeah, you know I do eat candy. I only eat two things."
"Me and Breadstix; I know." Brittany smiling; Santana squeezed her knee lightly; as she turned to the Breadstix's car park; she parked up; and they both got up; joining hands; Brittany laced their fingers together as they walked inside.
"Table for Lopez." Santana declared as a waiter walked up to them; he nodded; and led them to a corner table; Santana sat opposite Brittany, they began holding hands over the table; "We're have two meatballs and spaghetti please."
"Drinks?"
"I'll have lemonade."
"Two lemonades." Santana replied with a curt glare as the waiter walked off; Santana immediately grabbed a breadstick and practically inhaled it whole; "So good."
Brittany rubbed her hands together; as she watched as Santana ate another breadstick; licking her lips in enjoyment; Brittany watched as Santana's lips parted slightly to take yet another bite of a breadstick; closing to chew. Brittany pinched her arm to stop herself from imaging dirty thoughts; looking around the room; different couple; families who were enjoying a meal by themselves.
"Have you spoken to your grandmother yet?"
"I was going to send her letter. I think seeing her might… make me a little… uncomfortable. I hope not, though. Do you think my parents said something to her?"
"Doubt it, San. I thought they didn't know."
"They might have talked to her. I mean being gay is quite a family sharer. Do you wanna sleepover tomorrow night? My dad's going to Chicago; so my mom will be with those drunks for the whole weekend. We could have some time together."
"My parents won't let me stay if your parents aren't there. My mom assumes you're gonna get me pregnant, even though I'm sure we can't. I don't buy condoms."
"What if they think my mom's there? I can try, to impregnate you can't I?"
"It might work. Of course you can, San."
Santana smiled; and slowly tapped her fingers against Brittany's knuckles, before entwining their fingers together, seeing her ring on Brittany's finger; she couldn't help but smile even wider.
"Has your parents seen it yet?"
"My mom saw it; she hasn't said anything yet. I'm sure she's just waiting for my dad so they have a go at me. I know they're gonna assume we're engaged."
"We could be engaged if you want to be."
Brittany crinkled her nose at Santana who nodded herself;
"Stupid idea, I know."
"It's not stupid… It's just…"
"We're 17!"
"Exactly."
Santana leaned over, and pressed her lips to Brittany; Brittany kissed her back;
"I'm not saying no; I'm just saying not now. Maybe in college; I'll marry that pretty little ass of yours."
"I know… I got you, babe."
Brittany smiled; as their waiter walked over; and placed their plates in front of them, and placed their glasses by them; Brittany said thanks; and he walked off as they began eating; pausing to discuss things. Once they paid, they walked back to Santana's car; and Santana pressed Brittany against the door; running her fingers up her legs; slightly dragging her dress up before gripping her hips and passionately kissing her; Brittany gripped Santana's neck; and tugged her closer; their lips moving against each other's; before parting to let tongues dance together.
"I love macking, San… but can we do it a little private?"
Santana pecked Brittany's lips; before opening the door; and letting Brittany inside before closing it; and walking to her side; she put the car keys in and started the engine; Brittany placed her hand on Santana's knee; as she began driving out of the car park. Brittany's fingers dancing a little higher up her leg. Santana tried to ignore her as she began turning to the direction of Brittany's house.
"Baby, I'm trying to drive…"
"I want you as soon as this car stops."
Santana laughed, and took Brittany's hand in hers, kissing the back of her hand before holding it tightly; as she turned right; she saw a familiar flash of colour; looking back; even Brittany turned round.
"Was that…?"
"It looked like."
Brittany looked at Santana as she nodded; and went to turn the car round; Brittany grabbing Santana's purse and taking out Santana's phone.
"6 missed calls…." Santana nodded; as Brittany bit her bottom lip in worry; "What do you think happened?"
"We'll find out, Britt..." Santana parked up; and rolled her window down; Brittany leaned over, "Dumb question, but what happened?"