This is mostly about Santana and it's going to help you understand a little what the deal with Quinn is. Plus, something is changiiiing :P here's the chapter :) sorry for the large amount of mistakes :(
Chapter 5
After your last talk with Brittany you kind of avoided her. Clearly you couldn't avoid her completely, since she's one of your students, but you haven't talked to each other since last Saturday. You're glad she hasn't done anything to tease you. You, on the other hand, have barely looked at her. It's not that you don't want to look at her, you just can't. You know that if you look at her you'll be reminded of her naked body in front of you, of her nipple stroking the inside of your wrist and that's just too much for you. You can't think about your student like that and, even worse, you can't be incredibly turned on just by her sight.
The more you think about this, the more you realize that you're not only sexually attracted to her, but you also like her. You don't know her that well, but you've watched her enough to see how she acts with her friends, with the other teachers and she seems extremely kind and cute and this (of course) happens to be your weakness. You've always liked cute blondes.
When you wake up Quinn's already downstairs making breakfast. You don't even need to ask her what she's making, after living with her for about eleven years you definitely know that, the few times she cooks breakfast, there's bacon involved.
You get up slowly, get out of your room and you reach the bathroom on the other side of the hallway. You don't have a bathroom in your room and that's one of the many things you don't like about your new place. Back in LA you used to have your own bathroom connected to your room and that was so much more comfortable.
You sleepily wash your face and teeth and within two seconds you enter the kitchen with just your underwear and a t-shirt on. Ringo must be outside sleeping, or else he would have greeted you right when you opened your bedroom door. You sit on a chair and as soon as Quinn sees you her eyes widen and she blushes a little.
"Santana! Would you please put some clothes on?" She asks, blushing harder.
You can't help but think if you had the same expression as Quinn when you told the exact same words to Brittany.
"You never complained before." You grunt. "Why do I have to put something on? It's not that you haven't seen me naked before." You shrug.
She turns her back at you to check on the bacon and it must be done, since she turns off the stove. Then she places the slices on a dish and she turns around to put it on the table. When she sits and she looks at you with a serious glare you know she wants to talk to you. Again.
You snort and look into her eyes.
"Ask me." You tell her while biting a slice of bacon.
Her eyes widen, as if you didn't know her enough to predict when she has something to tell you.
"I was just wondering…" She starts. "I don't want to pressure you but have you signed the papers?" She asks, almost shyly.
Shit. You forgot about the papers. Well, you've had a lot to do lately and judging by the way things are right now you don't think you need to sign any paper to confirm anything. But since you're not the only one involved you know you have to do something.
"I…Uh… Shit, I completely forgot." You answer honestly.
She keeps eating and she doesn't talk about it anymore. She knows you understood and she also knows that she won't obtain anything by pressuring you. You need your time and she knows you too well to not understand.
Later the same morning you and Quinn walk to school. It's a beautiful day and you decided not to take your car. She's walking next to you and, suddenly, she turns her head towards you while walking.
"Have you talked to the coach lately?" She asks.
You frown. You weren't supposed to talk to her, were you?
"You mean Principal Sylvester?" You emphasize with a smile, knowing how much she likes to be called like that and making a little fun of her because of that. "Was I supposed to talk to her?" You ask, a little worried.
"Well, yesterday she told me she wanted to talk to you. I figured she did by now." She tells you shrugging.
You start thinking. Why would she want to talk to you? You hope it has nothing to do with Brittany, or else you're screwed. But then again you think she may want to ask you how you're doing, if you like teaching at McKinley or something like that. Plus, she has always liked to piss you off. Maybe she wants to do that again. You don't know.
You don't have time to answer because you already reached the McKinley parking lot and, as usual, Puckerman approaches you.
"Ladies." He smiles at you, slightly bowing. He's such a dork.
Mirroring his smile you take a step away from Quinn, leaving space for Puck to place himself between the two of you, like he used to do back in highschool.
As usual you zone out as soon as they start talking. You used to do this when you hung out together. During your freshman year you didn't speak to Quinn that much – just like now, you bitterly think – but Puck happened to be your bestfriend and the two of them were together – before everything happened – so you had to talk to Quinn and you ended up liking her. You think it's funny how life changes things and then seems to bring them back to the start.
/
During your lunch break Principal Sylvester came to tell you to go to her office today at 4p.m, not one minute earlier, not one later.
So now, at 4p.m, you're standing in front of her door, waiting for her to let you in.
When she opens it, she looks weirdly at you before motioning for you to take a seat. Then she sits as well, looking at you straight in the eyes.
"So, sandbags…" She starts, interlacing her own hands in front of her chest and placing them on her desk. "You know Schuester moved to Boston, don't you?" She asks, already knowing your answer.
You move awkwardly on your chair, asking yourself what all of this is about.
You nod. "Yes coa-Principal."
"Good. And I believe you also know we have a Glee Club, since you betrayed me and the Cheerios to be a part of it." She tells you narrowing her eyes.
You swallow. "I didn't-"
"I don't care. That was years ago." She cuts your sentence. You sigh in relief. At least she's not mad at you anymore for choosing the Glee Club over the Cheerios. "When you were in LA pretending to study, our Glee Club won the National Championship four times, so I decided not to bother them anymore. I mean, their winnings are a good publicity for this school." She explains.
Still, you didn't get her point.
"However, since Schuester moved I asked Jessie to take care of it, but he hasn't done anything but messing everything up. Now, the reason why I'm talking to you and your fake watermelons right in front of me…" You play with your hands, fearing she might tell you what you think she is. "It's because I want you to take care of it."
Damn. Just what you expected.
"I…" You stutter. "Principal, I already have no free time. I really don'-"
"It's Mondays and Thursdays after school. You can do it." She states.
"Why don't you ask Quinn? I'm sure she would love to-"
"She's training the Cheerios." She anticipates you.
Is she ever going to let you finish a sentence?
"What? She took your place?" You ask her with wide eyes.
"Well, you think you have no free time left but I'd dare you to try and do my job. And speaking of Fabray, she told me to ask you to take over the Glee Club. She said you'd be perfect for that."
Wow. You didn't expect Quinn to think you'd be perfect for that, and you certainly didn't expect Sue to believe her. You lower your gaze to the floor and, sighing, you tell her to let you think about it for a second. It's not that you don't want to take over the Glee Club, it's that you'd like to have some free time just for yourself. Then you think that your place is all good by now, so you won't have to unpack boxes and work to make it presentable. You and Quinn finished unpacking the other day, so you're probably going to have more free time, once you finish your backlog.
You lift your gaze and you look at Sue, who's watching you like she's waiting for you to say yes just because you never said no to her and you wouldn't start right now that she's your boss.
You sigh in resignation, knowing she's right.
"Fine. But I'm starting next Monday." You tell her.
She smiles, proud of herself for having reached what she wanted, as always.
/
When you exit the school you can see the football fields from the parking lot and Sue was right, Quinn's actually training the Cheerios. How come she didn't tell you?
Watching them train brings you back to the good old days, and you can feel some sort of melancholy running through your veins.
Before you know it, your feet move by their own will and you start walking towards the football field. Once you reach it you understand why you walked over there. Your brain must have perceived something your eyes haven't seen. Brittany.
Of course she's a Cheerios and of course she's running and sweating and looking so sexy. You snort. You really can't do anything… you always find her sexy, even when she's simply running. Well, the rising skirt might help that but you've started to realize you might find her sexy even with dirty sweatpants on or dressed as a slice of pizza. You laugh a little at the thought, thinking about how much you like to eat out pizza.
You move closer to the girls and Brittany immediately catches your attention. She's running faster than anyone else and you're sure she's the head of the team because no one could compete with her. She's the most trained and toned and…
"What are you doing here?" Quinn asks you, walking next to you.
"I heard you're the new coach and I couldn't believe it. Why didn't you tell me?" You ask her, looking at her in the eyes.
"Well, we haven't talked much lately, have we?" She asks.
You avert your gaze and you catch Brittany staring at you.
"Right." You tell her sadly, still without looking at her. Then you can feel two hands cupping your cheeks and forcing you to turn your head towards Quinn's.
You look at her in the eyes and she reciprocates with an intense stare.
"I'm sorry we're not able to talk to each other anymore. I would just like to know what's bothering you. You're acting differently, but still you're not telling me what the problem is." She tells you concerned.
"You know what the problem is. You know it better than I do, so why do you keep bringing that up?" You ask her sternly.
Why does she have to talk about this again? You're pretty annoyed. You both know you're not going to reach an agreement. Like, ever.
She shakes her head, releasing your cheeks from her grip.
"I'm not talking about that, Santana." She tells you and you think you can perceive a bit of sadness in her eyes. "Since we moved here there's something wrong with you, as if you were struggling with something inside of yourself. I don't know if it has anything to do with me, but I'm tired of seeing you unhappy. I really am."
You know she means it, and that's what makes you angry the most. She really cares about you, but it's mostly her fault if you're sad and now she's acting like she's the one who wants to help you out.
"You're the last person I'd talk to." You tell her and, saying that, you turn around and leave.
You're pissed at how she's acting and, while walking towards the parking lot, you can hear her saying 'If it's not me then let it be someone else'. Ugh. That would be your choice anyway.
/
It's Saturday again and again you have to tutor Brittany. For the first time you're not that scared of being left alone in a room with her. This time you're sure she won't try to tease you.
You ring the bell and, once again, it's Brittany's dad who opens up. You wonder where her mother is every Saturday. You greet the man and you walk towards Brittany's room, knocking before entering.
When you knock you can hear a chuckle from the other side of the door.
"Come in."
You slowly open the door, afraid of her being naked behind it. When you open it, she's sitting in front of her desk, already reading her Spanish Grammar book. You sit next to her, breathing a weak 'hello'.
She smiles at you and you think she's got one of the beautiful smiles you've ever seen, if not the most beautiful.
"Hello ." She greets you.
"What's so funny about this book?" You ask her, unable to not mirror her genuine smile.
"Uh?" She frowns.
You look into her gorgeous blue eyes and you wonder why people need to look in the eyes of the ones they talk to. Eye contact is so fucking hard, especially if the person in front of you is literally breathtaking. Later, you realize how eye contact is the only thing you can exchange with Brittany and you're glad you at least have the opportunity to look at all of her perfection.
"I heard you chuckling from the other side of the door."
Her eyes widen and now you know she understood what you were talking about.
"Oh…" She starts. "Well, you were afraid I could be naked…again." She tells you as if it was nothing.
You feel yourself blush a little.
"I…I wasn't." You answer looking at your hands in your own lap.
She laughs softly and you look at her again. You want to know what's so funny about it all and how she's so sure you were afraid.
"Well…" She starts. "You waited at least five minutes before knocking and I don't think you had something to do in front of my door other that collecting the essential courage to knock. Even when you knocked you seemed unsure and I personally think there could only be one thing you were scared of and, seeing what happened last time you entered in here, I concluded you were afraid of finding me naked again." She tells you proudly and very sure of herself.
You find yourself smiling. She noticed you were scared without looking at you. How many people could do that? Besides Puck and Quinn, of course, but they've known you forever.
You realize there's no point in denying it, because she's very sure things are the way she thinks they are. And she's right.
"Could you blame me?" You ask her.
She smiles at you, then she shakes her head and a serious look appears on her face.
"I'm sorry. It wasn't very nice of me to let you find me like that." She tells you, lowering her gaze. "It wasn't mature and I don't want you to see me that way." She almost whispers.
You want to take her hand and tell her that you don't think less of her for that, but you can't. Of course you didn't like her to tease you that much, but if you were trying to have sex with someone you probably would have done the same thing.
You shrug. "It's no big deal." You tell her.
"It is." She says, coming closer to you. You jump a little and you place your back against the seatback, in order to put some space between the two of you. She looks sad about it, but you can't let her take control over your body again. Plus, you thought she agreed she won't try to hit on you again. You frown.
"Hey… I wasn't trying to do anything." She justifies herself, moving a little further away as if to emphasize her innocence.
"I'm sorry." You tell her. "It's just that-"
"Are you and Ms. Fabray together?" She suddenly asks, making you frown even more.
"Excuse me?" You ask her, narrowing your eyes.
"I mean… I don't want to upset you and I know it's none of my business, but I saw how she touched you the other day during training and I heard the two of you live together so I figured you might… and if that's why you don't want to have anything to do with me I get it." She blurts out.
You sigh. You knew she saw Quinn cupping your cheeks, but you hoped she'd forget about that.
"Brittany, that has nothing to do with you. Quinn, Puckerman and I used to go to highschool together and we've been great friends. After school Quinn and I went to college and we've been living together since then. That's it." You cut short. That's not entirely a lie, but that's also not the truth. You feel a bit guilty for not telling her anything much, but you want to start treating her like a normal student and students don't need to know anything about your private life.
"Oh… Ok." She seems a bit sad. You wonder if she noticed you lied to her, but you don't want to talk about it a second longer.
"Shall we start?" You ask her.
With a forced smile and a nod she opens her book and you do the same.
/
One hour later you're both pretty tired. You're trying to teach her as much as you can so that you won't have to tutor her much longer.
"You know…" She interrupts your thoughts. "When I was a little girl I used to believe that kids came the day after your marriage." She chuckles pointing at the cute couple on the Spanish book.
You laugh a bit at her thoughts.
"What do you mean? Like inside a box? On your front door?" You ask, still smiling.
She laughs a little, but you don't know why.
"Of course not, silly. The brides would wake up nine months pregnant, go to the hospital and then… BAM! The baby would be there!" She explains smiling at herself for her naïve thought.
You can't believe how cute she is right now and you can't imagine how cute she must have been as a kid.
"What about the non-married couples? What about siblings? Would people have to get married again in order to have them?" You ask her.
She looks at you with wide eyes, unwilling to believe you just asked her so many things. She probably didn't expect you to take her speech so seriously. Then her astonishment turns into a smile and she shrugs.
"I don't know. I didn't have any siblings back then, so I didn't think about that. I also didn't know there could be any non-married couple. When my sister Allison was born, she turned my whole childhood upside down."
You smile at her cuteness. You've never seen anyone so cute, yet so sexy at the same time.
"Do you want to have kids some day?" She asks, surprising you.
"W-well…" You don't know how to explain how you feel about kids. "Kind of."
She laughs. "What kind of an answer is that? Kind of? Either you want them or you don't." She states.
"Well… let's say I'd like to, but I haven't found the right person yet and I don't know if I'm ever going to find her." You tell her.
Her face softens and she looks at you with bright eyes, placing a hand on your forearm.
"You will, I'm sure about that." She tells you with a soft smile.
"What about you?" You reply, unsure of what else to say.
Her eyes brighten and they shine like a kid's eyes in front of a toy shop.
"Definitely. At least three. I love kids and they seem to love me." She tells you excited.
You can't really blame kids for loving Brittany. How can someone not love her? She's cute, she's kind, she's funny and she gets all excited over the most unexpected things. You start to realize how nice it is to be around her. She seems to have some sort of relaxing power - now that she isn't trying to jump you anymore - and now you really like her company. She makes you feel completely at ease.
She makes you smile.