Thank you, thank you, thank you! For all the favorites and follows and amazing reviews! I promise there is more sex in this story, so don't get your panties in a bunch. I need at least two chapters to explain where Rachel and Santana (seperately) are emotionally right now, so bear with me, and enjoy!
"We should probably get out of here... My house is parent-free until tomorrow night..."
Santana opened the closet door slowly and peeked her head out. The hallway was empty. "Coast is clear. I'll be waiting in my car. Wait a few minutes and then come out."
Rachel nodded her head in understanding. If they were seen leaving the janitor's closet together... well let's just say it would be bad.
As Santana closed the closet door behind her and she straightened her cheerios jacket, she bumped into a very cheerful Brittany.
"San! Where were you?! I wanted to dance with you while Tina and Mercedes were singing and I couldn't find you."
"Sorry, Brittany. I had something to take care of."
"In the janitor's closet? Without me?" The blond girl look genuinely hurt.
"Look- Britt, you told me we couldn't have sweet lady kisses because you're dating Stubbles McCripple Pants, so you aren't allowed to be sad if I get my mack on with someone else."
"I'm allowed to be sad, San. I'm allowed to feel my feelings."
"And I'm allowed to be angry."
"You told me to choose, Santana."
"I didn't think you'd choose him." Santana said quietly as she looked down. She noticed that squashed among the books she was holding to her chest were Rachel's cotton panties. She felt her face flush as she squeezed the books (and Rachel's panties) closer to her chest. Then she remembered that Rachel was still in the closet and could probably hear everything. "Look, Brittany... I get it. We're over. You have to give me time to recover before we can be friends again."
"I didn't realize we stopped being friends." Brittany's blue eyes were filled with tears threatening to fall.
"Britt... It's so hard to explain... You can't just go from the level of intimacy that we had to being just friends over night."
"So, explain it to me Santana."
"I- I have to go. Brittany- can we talk about this another time?"
"Who's in the closet San?"
"N-N- Nobody." Santana found herself stuttering. She rolled her eyes at her own silliness. "Britt, nobody's in the closet. Do you want me to drive you home? I really do have to get going."
"Why do you have to leave? Your mom always works third shift on Thursdays."
"I- I have a lot of homework."
"You always do your homework in study hall."
Santana was getting frustrated. Of course Brittany would remember all that stuff at this exact moment. "Brittany, I just have things to do." Santana ran out of lies.
"So, you have time to drive me home, but not to hang out?"
Before Santana could answer she was interrupted by Finn walking toward them.
"Hey- Brittany, Santana. Have either of you seen Rachel? She wasn't in the auditorium with the rest of us."
"Sorry FINN, I haven't seen her. Maybe she's in a hobbit hole somewhere." Santana said loud enough to make sure Rachel could hear her through the closet door.
"I didn't see Rachel either, Finn. Sorry."
"Come on Britt-Britt, I'll drive you home."
Finn started walking back down the hallway toward the locker room. Football practice was about to start and he was going to be late.
"OH MY GOD I know who's in the closet!" Brittany shouted causing Finn to slow down. "It's Rachel!"
Hearing his girlfriend's name, he turned around and jogged back to the two cheerleaders. Santana's books were on the floor and her hands were covering Brittany's mouth.
"Brittany, keep your voice down." Santana whispered.
"But San- " Brittany tried to talk with her mouth covered but it wasn't easy.
"Santana, take your hands away and let Brittany talk. What did you say about Rachel?"
"I mrrrphh neeerfff" Brittany pushed Santana's hands away from her mouth. "I thought she was in the closet but then San told me that Rachel can't be in the closet because she isn't gay. It's confusing."
"Look, Finn, why don't you see if she's still in the choir room, Britts and I have to go."
"Ok, thanks Santana." The cheerleaders watched Finn walk toward the choir room and Santana bent down to pick up her books and Rachel's underwear. "Shit."
"What's wrong, San? If you knew Rachel was in the choir room the whole time, why didn't you just tell him?"
"Rachel's not in the choir room, Britt."
"Oh." Then a light went off in Brittany's head. "OoooOOooH" She sing-songged as she opened the door to the closet.
"No one's in there San."
"What?"
"The closet, it's empty. Just brooms, a sink, a mop and cleaning supplies. No Rachel, no anyone."
"Come on Britt. I'll take you home."
"But..."
"Don't worry about it Britt-Britt."
The drive was uncomfortable to say the least,which was something Santana couldn't handle. Brittany was always the one person she could be comfortable around no matter what was going on, but right now Brittany was the cause of all her anguish and Santana was at her wit's end. She turned up the radio and squeezed the steering wheel as she drove.
"Santana, it doesn't have to be like this."
The Latina didn't respond. She just focused extra on driving. When she pulled up in front of the blond girl's house, she left the car running but put it in park. She slammed her hand over the power button to the radio and then music cut off. The silence was maddening for Brittany, but she knew that Santana needed time.
"Are you gonna get out, or am I gonna sit here wasting my gas?"
"Santana, please don't do this."
"Do what? Brittany... you hurt me. And it kills me to admit that. I told you we were just using each other for sex, but I fell in love with you. And you make it pretty clear that you don't feel the same. So, I'm asking you to get out of my car and stop trying to talk to me."
"What about at cheer practice?"
"We'll see each other there, and you can talk to me if you need to about cheer stuff, but that's as far as it goes."
"I don't like this." Brittany started to cry.
"You did this."
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Well, you did."
"I'm so sorr-"
"Don't. Just don't."
Brittany got out of the car and walked to her house. Santana never took her eyes away. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her ears were hot and she could feel the tears threatening to fall. She swallowed the lump in her throat. When Brittany turned around to look at her before closing the door to her house, Santana clenched her jaw tightly and froze her gaze. She expertly but on a cold, blank expression. She knew Brittany would see past it, but until that moment, Santana never used that face on Brittany, and her heart broke just a little bit more.