Prompt:- "Did Santana finally go to see a McKinley vs. Lima Heights HS game and see Brittany cheerleading like Brittany suggested in Ch 1?"

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"Jeez Lopez, at least try and keep from drooling over your girlfriend in public."

Santana flings her hand out to the side to whack Quinn in the arm while keeping her eyes down on her girlfriend who is dancing around in her super sexy Cheerio uniform.

"Fuck off."

Mercedes and Tina giggle beside her and Santana rolls her eyes because she can just tell that they're already high and they're going to be super annoying tonight.

"Come on Lopez," Mercedes says with a shit eating grin on her face. "You had to know that we were going to give you shit about this. Santana Lopez the rebel without a cause lesbian from Lima Heights tied down by a rich perky blonde named Brittany. This shit makes fun of itself."

"If you talk shit about my girlfriend I will end you, Wheezy."

Tina flicks her hand and makes a whipping sound and the three of them dissolve into giggles.

Santana huffs. "I fucking hate you all. I hope you know that. I'm only sitting here so Quinn can buy me snacks at halftime."

Quinn knocks her shoulder against Santana's and smirks. "And because we're your only friends."

"I'm not friends with you assholes," Santana shakes her head. "I'm just generously granting you the privilege of my company."

She watches Brittany kick her leg into the air and then send her a wink and a small wave and Santana's stomach flips and she knows she's got a dopey smile on her face. Maybe Quinn has a point.

But fuck it. Brittany Susan Pierce is officially her girlfriend now, as of a week ago, and Santana's pretty fucking happy about that and she doesn't care who knows it. She doesn't care who sees the dopey smile on her face or the dorky way she keeps waving down to the blonde. Brittany Susan Pierce is her girlfriend and Santana thinks she's got every reason to feel fucking great about that.

She's not even paying attention to the game really, her eyes mostly on her blonde even when she's just standing there. Every so often Brittany will turn around and mime something to her or blow her a kiss and Santana feels herself warm despite the frigid weather. She can hear Quinn beside her getting into the game, yelling at the ref or cheering for Puck, but she's much more interested in watching her girlfriend in her short skirt. Although really she must be freezing, even though she's wearing a jacket.

"Evans is still tryna hit up your girl," Mercedes tells her, gesturing with her head to further up the sideline where that dickhead has his helmet off and is obviously trying to get Brittany's attention.

Santana's fingers tighten into fists in her jacket pockets, ready to go full Lima Heights on his ass, until she sees her girlfriend say something and then turn away from the boy, a crestfallen look on his face from another obvious rejection. Santana feels the tension release from her body as Quinn chuckles beside her.

"That boy won't quit."

"That fuckface is going to get my foot up his ass if he doesn't."

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After the game the group of them, now including Puck, Mike, and Mercedes' guy of the week Travis, are walking through the parking lot to their cars when they pass some of the McKinley players and Cheerios at their own cars, Finn, Rachel and Trouty Mouth among them. Santana grips tighter onto Brittany's hand and pulls her a little closer, feeling protective around those assholes.

Of course Puck is the first to open his big mouth, jeering Finn about not managing to make even one completed pass all game and then Finn just has to shout something back about Quinn and then it's on. The boys are wrestling and throwing punches and Santana tells Brittany to stay out of it before rushing in to pull one of the Cheerios off Quinn, even though she's fairly certain Quinn hit the girl first. The brunette lands a couple of solid punches before she takes one herself just below her right eye and she knows that shit is going to look nasty tomorrow. The scuffle is over pretty quickly when one of the teachers and some parents rush over, both sides agreeing to go their separate ways without any official punishment.

(Santana knows that the Lima Heights kids would have totally taken those bitchass McKinley losers anyway. They've done it loads of times before.)

She catches up to Brittany at her car and she knows her girlfriend is mad at her for fighting. Mad at all of them for fighting. Brittany hates it. The ride to Mike's is silent and Santana is wondering how much she's really pissed off her girlfriend or if maybe Brittany's already regretting even being her girlfriend. Now that she's getting a taste of what Santana's world is like.

It turns out that Brittany is a little bit mad but mostly just worried. Worried about Santana getting herself hurt. She spends the rest of the night kissing Santana's bruise every so often and making sure she's okay. And later that night she lets Santana get to third base.

Getting punched in the face was totally worth it.

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