"Yo, Santana." Puck came up next to me as I dug through my locker and leaned against the locker next to me.
"What do you want Puckerman?" I muttered as I took out a history textbook. I blinked at how dusty it was, when was the last time I used it?
"I was thinking. You, me, a couple of wine coolers –"
"Not interested," I said bluntly as I shoved the dusty textbook back into my locker.
"Wait, what?"
I closed my locker and looked at him. "I said I'm not interested."
He looked at me like I had two heads. Yes, it was very un-like me to deny Noah Puckerman whenever he wanted to get down and dirty, but that was before I realized I was in love with Brittany. He was going to have to find a new fuck buddy.
"Since when are you not interested?"
I crossed my arms. "Uh let's see, since your fucking ex-girlfriend threw me around like a ragdoll like the fucking white rhinoceros she is?" It was a good excuse since that hippo Zizes felt like messing with me and we got into a fight. Ugh, I was so happy she left the glee club, I would've ended up hauling her fat ass to a zoo as an exhibit or some shit.
"Are you still on that? Me and her broke up already!"
"Yeah well too late Puckerman. Now if you'll excuse me I have some freshmen to go scare."
He opened his mouth to say something, but he was silenced by me cocking an eyebrow. Pissed off, he turned around and stomped away, and I looked after him with a smirk on my face. At least he had no reason to suspect that I was a lesbian, though I wasn't sure why that Coleslaw asshole though out of all things that I was a lesbian. Or maybe he just said that because he was a whiny little bitch who wouldn't take no for an answer.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around and saw my gorgeous-but-secret girlfriend smiling at me. Her eyes were as bright as the stars upon landing on my face, and my tan skin felt hot under her gaze. She was so beautiful, so pure. How did I end up with someone like her?
"Hi!" she greeted me cheerfully.
"Hey," I responded with a pearly smile.
"What was that with Puck? Is everything okay?"
My eyes unintentionally fell down to her Promised Land, the land that I explored in many times in my life, the land that I could travel through in my sleep (I might've one time actually, but I can't remember). Even though a white and red Cheerios skirt was in my way of a full view, I could picture exactly what was under there, and my mouth almost watered at the thought. Damn, speaking of my mouth, though. My mind instantly grew dirty at the thought of what my tongue could do to her down there, how it could travel through the moisture any way it pleased - shit, Puck always equaled sex, and sex always equaled Brittany. And Brittany always equaled sexy thoughts – and a wet set of panties like mine at the moment.
"Santana?"
I snapped out of it and quickly looked up at her, my face flushed. "Uh, what?"
She blinked, confused at why I spaced out. "What happened with Puck?"
"Oh um…he just needed a pick-me-up, and I told him no."
Brittany frowned. "He wanted to pick you up? Like in a hug?"
I chuckled. "No Britt, I mean he wanted to have sex with me, but I told him no."
"Oh!" Then she stared me, scanning me for some reason. Why? She was studying me… I didn't mind her looking at me, it was just making my face really hot and my vag even hotter. Grah, okay I needed a release immediately.
"Britt."
"Yes?"
"You want to come over my house after school and put on an episode of Grey's Anatomy we'll probably not finish watching?"
A smile grew on her face, which I took as a "yes" even if she didn't say it out loud. She loved Grey's Anatomy, and even I grew to like it. That one lesbian couple on that show, Callie and Arizona? I felt like that would be us in like ten years. Well, minus the being doctors part because I was pretty sure none of us wanted to be doctors. And shit, we got a lot of our techniques from that show. Shower sex? Oh yeah.
I was about to grab Brittany expecting her to say yes, but then she fucked everything up.
"I'd love to San, really, but I'm going with Artie to the library after school so he could help me study for my math test."
Was she fucking serious? Stubbles again? The happiness that was growing on my face was immediately replaced with pure fury, and I was no longer red because of my horniness. She was being completely serious, oh my God.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you and Stubbles were dating again," I growled.
Her own smile went away and turned into a frown. "San-"
"I don't want to hear it!" I snapped. "I'm on fucking fire right now, but you'd rather be with your fucking paralyzed ex-boyfriend than your own-" Someone was walking by so I quickly stopped myself, my eyes followed the douchecunt until she was out of earshot. I looked at Brittany, about to say something but then she spoke.
"San, I already told you that Artie just wants to be friends!"
I shook my head. "Brittany don't be so st- don't be so naïve! Can't you see that-"
"You were going to call me stupid, weren't you Santana?" she interrupted. Her aqua eyes turned into blue fire, and I felt my heart sink to the abyss.
"What, no Britt-"
"Yes you were. You talk about Artie calling me stupid but you were about to do the same thing. People who are dating don't insult each other."
"Yeah but, okay you know how I am-"
"I know exactly how you are Santana! And that's the problem!" She leaned in closer to me. "I love you, okay? Only you. I'm yours, and you're mine, proudly so. Artie is just a friend who is helping me out, nothing more. I would never cheat on you or leave you for anyone else, because I'm yours. You're my best friend! You have to stop being so…insecure about me!"
I was so close to putting this aside until she called me insecure. The barriers went up, and they had the complete set of venomous spikes attached to them.
"Insecure? Excuse me if I don't want my feelings hurt by you again. Or did you forget when you shot me down for that Kermit impersonator? 'Oh Santana but I love Artie too', 'Oh Santana I can't break up with him it wouldn't be right'. In fact, if he didn't call you stupid in the first place, we wouldn't even be together! You know how much that bothers me? It bothers me that I wasn't your first choice, that you wouldn't even leave him for me. So please Brittany, fuck off."
My words dug into her heart deeply, just like mine, and her eyes were swollen with oncoming tears. I immediately regretted everything I said up to that point, but the damage was done and she was hurt. Damn it.
"You know what Santana? You're right, I am stupid. Both you and Artie are right. Are you happy? How does it feel to sound just like him? I hope you're happy with being right since that's what you always want to be." A tear fell down her cheek and my heart tore itself apart. "Acting like this is just going to push me away San. And then you'll have no one to blame but yourself. I have to go. I'll see you later." Before I could even protest she turned on her heel and ran down the hall.
Well, I felt like shit.
That night I tried calling Brittany, but it kept going to her stupid voicemail. I'd been trying literally for an hour straight, just sitting on my bed and hoping she would pick up her phone. But no answer. Shit, I messed up.
There was a knock on my door, and I nearly jumped. Was it Brittany? Did was she coming to pay a surprise visit? "Come in."
The door opened and in came my mother. Damn it, not the person I wanted to see. Where was Brittany?
"Santana mija, dinner's ready."
"I'm not hungry," I muttered as I sent Brittany a text for the thirty-third time today.
"Mija, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
My mother cocked an eyebrow – it was a Lopez thing clearly – and walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. She knew something was wrong, she was a Lopez after all.
"Santana."
"Mom."
"Santana."
"Mom."
"Santana!"
"What!"
God, parents are so fucking annoying.
"Santana, what's wrong? And don't give me that bullshit 'nothing'. Seriously. Is it Brittany?"
"Why would it be Brittany?" I asked defensively. Oh shit, that wasn't subtle.
My mother blinked in confusion. "Because she's your best friend?"
Oh duh. "Right, sorry. Yeah fine you caught me."
"Aw mija, do you want to talk about it-" Her cell phone suddenly rang, and I immediately knew what that meant. She got up from my bed and pulled out her cell. "Aye sorry mami, I have to take this. We'll talk later?"
I rolled my eyes as she walked out of my room and answered her cell.
"Suck my dick, Coleslaw," I growled, having the misfortune of having that rugby asshole stalk me at my locker. His very presence was irking me, and he didn't even speak yet. I didn't want him anywhere near me, and if he started accusing me of being a lesbian again Sam wouldn't be here to stop me.
"Hey, no need for the hostility. I come here in peace." He had his hands up in the air defensively, but that stupid smirk was still on his face.
"Go come in peace somewhere else asshole. I'm not interested."
"Hey, you should be lucky I'm giving you a second chance-"
I slammed my fist against the locker, which made him back away a bit. "And you should be lucky I'm not clawing your fucking eyes out. Now fuck off!"
Coleslaw decided to be smart for once, and with a disgusted look on his face he turned around and walked away. I was just waiting for him to insult me under his breath, but he kept silent like the good bitch he was. Good.
I turned around to walk the other way, but then I saw Brittany walking down the hall. She never returned any of my calls or texts, and she'd been avoiding me all day during school. Well, now she had nowhere to run. I straightened myself out and walked her way, ready to yank her out from the crowd. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and it seemed like there was no one else around but me and her. Us. How we were supposed to be.
Her eyes finally came my way, by the left as soon as they arrived. She tried to maneuver her way to the other side of the hall, but she wasn't going to get away that easily. I quickly grabbed her by the arm, stopping her in her tracks. She was looking down at the floor, refusing to look at me. Really? It'd only been a day since our fight. It wasn't like we broke up. Right?
"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked her quietly.
She still refused to look at me. "No."
"Brittany, please," I pleaded. "Just for a second."
A long silence came between us, and for a moment I thought she was going to say no. But thankfully she proved me wrong.
"Fine."
I wanted to smile but I couldn't. Instead I led her away down the hallway and then outside towards the football field. Talking by our lockers was not private enough for us, it was best to go somewhere completely secluded so if we ended up yelling at each other no one would hear us. I brought her to under the bleachers, the best place I could think of. It just sucked because November weather was a bitch in Ohio.
"I'm sorry," I told her as we stopped walking.
She just looked at me, like my apology wasn't enough. Yeah, I knew it wasn't that easy. I hated apologizing.
"I'm sorry for acting like a dick. Yesterday was totally unnecessary."
She still looked at me. What the fuck? She wanted me to say more? Was the fact that Santana Lopez said sorry was not good enough? People would've killed to hear an apology from me.
"Brittany."
No answer.
"Brittany! Fine, fuck! I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry for exploding at you like that and almost calling you stupid. You're not stupid, or naïve or anything. I just said those things because I was pissed off. And I shouldn't even be pissed. I know you wouldn't leave me for Stubbl- Artie. I'm just jealous, okay?"
She looked at me some more, and I was about to scream at her for giving me no answer, but she finally said something.
"I don't understand why you're jealous if you know that."
"I…" Shit, she had a point. Why was I jealous? Stubbles had nothing on me, and Brittany and I were soul mates. Why did it bother me if I was able to trust her? Why?
"…I just…you're the first and probably the only person I've ever and will ever love, okay? I'm just scared of losing this, of losing us. And I really don't know why I explode like that. If anything I should be thanking Stub- fuck, Artie, because he's helping you graduate. I'm sorry Britt. I'm so sorry."
She looked at me, at my very soul. I wasn't sure whether to fall into her gaze or run away from it. I couldn't tell if her eyes were calming water or blue flames. She was pretty difficult to read right now, and my heart was skipping between beats as I waited for her to say or do something, anything. We weren't breaking up were we?
But she smiled, and I almost fainted in relief.
"This Santana Lopez is weird," she remarked with a laugh, and she took a step forward and planted a kiss on my lips.
The kiss was all it took to make my panties explode though, and instantly they were drenched. Holy shit, was it time for makeup sex? That was the best type of sex.
My hands landed on her cheeks, and slowly we kissed. Under the bleachers was perfect, no one would see is here at this time. Everyone was at lunch currently, who would come outside in the November cold?
One of my hands reached behind Brittany and I pulled her scrunchie off so those beautiful golden locks I loved so much could flow down like a curtain made out of Egyptian cotton. I threw the scrunchie somewhere and dug deep into her hair, just how she liked it, and pulled her in closer to make the kisses more passionate. None of this would get done just standing here and making out, we both wanted to much more and we couldn't wait any longer.
"Britt," I muttered between kisses. "Get on the ground."
She obeyed, and down we went together, though Brittany was the one who lay on her back. I didn't waste a second of the time we spent with our lips apart and straddled her, both of our sexes touching though pieces of clothing were in our way. Brittany couldn't help but moan at the touch though, and that just made me feel hotter.
Our kisses became rougher and more passionate, and I couldn't help but grind slightly as I did so. God, it felt so fucking good. Granted having sex under the bleachers wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing. It just sucked that it was too cold to take off everything. Doing it naked was ideal.
I felt Brittany's hand on my back, then I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. Great, I was getting impatient as well – wait what no it was freezing out! Well okay, right now we were both in heat so it didn't really feel like it was cold. Ah well.
This all just got me excited. I grinded harder.
"San," Brittany moaned into my mouth.
That was it, we needed to rush this now, because I was going to melt. I decided to be the one to take off my uniform top, exposing my leopard print bra. Fucking bra, why was it even on? I was going to pull away to take it off, but then Brittany snuck her hands back onto my back and unhooked it for me. She always knew what to do, it was amazing.
Out went my bra, and now I was completely topless. Brittany's hands slithered over to my breasts and massaged them gently, a moan coming out of my mouth in response. My nipples were already hard because it was fucking freezing, but it also didn't help having Brittany's warm, soft, milky hands all over them. God, I loved her so fucking mu-
"Are you two having fun?"
That voice didn't belong to either of us.
Oh fuck!
Our lips disconnected instantly, and we both looked in the direction of the voice.
Pink hair. Punky clothes. What was that, Ed Hardy? She looked like something out of a fucking Van Halen music video. And was that a cigarette in her mouth? Ugh.
It was Quinn Fabray.
The same Quinn Fabray who wasn't supposed to know about Brittany and me.
Fuck!