Santana had gotten about half way to Louisville when her phone went off. Her chest clenched and she tried to shoo away the butterflies as she saw Brittany's name pop up. It was weird. She's known Brittany for the better part of her life and yet somehow this new beginning left her feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl. She couldn't understand how she ever let this feeling slip so very far away.
"Hello?" She answered, instead of just saying, 'hey' or 'what's up?' like she normally would. This new feeling left her too nervous to sound so casual.
"Hey." Brittany answered back and Santana's heart fluttered again because she could hear the tired smile in her voice.
"Couldn't go back to sleep?"
"You're side got too cold and my leg aches." Brittany answered with an obvious pout.
"Awe, I'm sorry baby. Your medicine is on your night stand."
"That won't make your side of the bed any warmer."
"I miss you too, Britt." Santana said knowingly.
"Is it weird that we miss each other already?" Brittany asked, but when she heard the pause on the other end she continued, because something that felt so natural shouldn't need an answer or explanation. "I tried cuddling with Lord Tubbington when you left, but he doesn't cuddle as good as you do."
Santana leaned into her phone, as if that would somehow bring her closer to Brittany.
"I'll give you extra cuddles when I come back. We can spend all day in bed if you want."
"All day, huh?"
Santana could almost heart Brittany's eyebrow quirking and there was no missing the coyness in her voice.
"Mm-hmm. But I have to go now, some asshole just cut me off in the middle of an intersection."
"Okay. Be careful, San."
"Always. I'll call you as soon as I get to school. I love you."
"I love you too."
Her phone dropped to her lap and she used both her hands to honk at the guy in front of her, who was now flipping her off. Santana was always down for a little road rage battle.
By the time she got to campus she only had 10 minutes to spare before her class started. Staying true to her word, in lieu of taking the shower she very much needed, she called Brittany and stayed on the phone with her all the way up to her classroom door.
She was only a few minutes late, catching the door as the teacher tried to close it and said goodbye to Brittany. Santana was smiling all the way to her desk, knowing that she wasn't going to waste this brand new start for them. She would call and text and skype with Brittany whenever she wanted.
Her smile dropped the instant she heard the telltale 'psst' next to her from the girl that was the biggest gossip in school. Gabby was right up there with the likes of Perez Hilton and Jacob Ben Israel only without the media outlets.
She reluctantly turned her head when the girl refused to give up on getting her attention.
"So I heard that you're getting bumped off of the cheerleading squad. Word is they're already setting up try outs for your replacement." Gabby whispered to her with a smug expression.
Santana wasn't sure why she seemed to have something against her, but she ignored her all the same.
"I'm no expert, but won't that mess with your cheerleading scholarship? You know, not being a cheerleader?" She continued.
Santana whipped her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at the girl who was now looking as intimidated as she should be.
"Look here, death breath, I know you feel the need to constantly open your trap to air out that atrocious halitosis you've got going on, but speak to me or about me one more time and I'll make sure to rough you up enough so that they have to wire your mouth shut for a year. Got it?"
Gabby leaned back into her seat with wide eyes and quick successions of nods before Santana turned her gaze onto the open book on her desk. Santana internally high fived her self when she noticed Gabby trying to subtly breathe into her hand to smell her breath. (Which Santana couldn't even smell, but could only assume smelled as bad as the Funyuns she saw stuffed into the girl's bag.)
Santana had to admit though, that the information Gabby told her about did fuck with her head a little bit. Coach Newtown promised her that her spot wouldn't be filled as long as she made it back in time for today's practice. Sure Santana seemed nonchalant about her threats over the phone and replied with a simple 'K, thanks' when she texted her, but surely she wouldn't go behind her back and fill her spot with out even giving her a chance to show up, would she?
Santana made it the entire class without getting up to find her Cheerleading coach and confront her, but as soon as her professor excused the class she dashed out and went straight for Mrs. Newtown's office.
She found her there talking to a few of the other girls from the squad who looked at her as they were leaving like she had three heads. Santana knew that couldn't be a good sign.
"Ah, Miss Lopez. Seems you do actually go to this school still after all." Her coach greeted her as she stepped into the small office. It didn't have near as many trophies or certificates lining the walls as Sue's office did. She took a seat and leaned forward.
"I'm really sorry coach, but like I told you, my friend was in an accident and I had to be in Lima."
"You missed Friday night's game and two practices. You're already hanging on by a thread and as nice as it sounds to take care of your friend, this isn't high school where you can just not show up. You have a scholarship riding on your cheerleading career here, which means you have to actually be a part of this squad."
Santana straightened up in her seat and accepted the obvious terms of her scholarship and added weight of college rules versus high school. "I understand." She made sure to not make any promises she couldn't guarantee on keeping. The pangs of missing Brittany and not having talked to her for over an hour were already starting to affect her judgment.
"Can I have your word that you will start to take this scholarship and this squad seriously? Because I would really like to see you succeed in this school, Santana."
It was eerily un-refreshing to have a coach that was so open and caring. It made Santana feel worse for letting her down. Coach Sylvester would have just yelled and threatened her until she proved herself a necessary role to a national championship win.
"I already do take them seriously." Santana argued. Just because she left didn't mean she wasn't serious about the squad, only that Brittany's well being was more important to her.
"Well then can you give me your word that you will start making serious decisions about succeeding at this school and on this squad?" Her Coach rephrased, hoping that would give Santana something to think about.
Santana could see the hope and determination in her eyes and spoke her promise in the best way she could as to not lie to someone who obviously just wanted her to do well.
"You have my word that I will take every decision based upon this scholarship and this squad seriously in correlation to my success at this school."
Coach Newtown tilted her head to the side, not quite understanding what Santana just said to her, but eventually accepting it.
"Well good, now that that's settled I can get the girls to spread a new rumor about these fake try-outs being over."
Santana's mouth fell open. She just got duped by this woman who, not two seconds ago she felt guilty for letting down.
"Good to know, coach. I'll see you at practice later." Santana said with an amused smirk as she left the office and pulled out her phone. Brittany would get a kick out of this.
The phone didn't ring more than once before a bubbly blonde was answering her phone between laughs.
"Santana!"
"Hey Britt-Britt. What's so funny?" Santana smiled into her phone, loving the sound of Brittany gasping for breaths followed by another quick snort of laughter.
"Quinn is here and she's telling me about a bum that lives on the corner of some street who acts out different scenes from movies and Sam is playing the bum. He's so good as those voices."
Santana's smile fell as if it was trying to meet her heart in her stomach. Sam was there. She hadn't been gone a day and Sam was already there making Brittany laugh?
"Santana?" Brittany asked, sounding much more serious, when Santana hadn't said anything in response.
"Sam is there?"
Santana tried not to sound as upset as she felt, but Brittany must have caught on because she was there was shuffling and throat clearing, then the sound of a door being shut. Quinn and Sam must have seen a change in Brittany's demeanor and gave her some privacy.
"He came here with Quinn." Brittany answered, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Oh. Well you guys have fun then. I have to take a shower before my next class." Santana lingered on the phone waiting for Brittany to say something, to defend herself or apologize. When she heard nothing on the other end and tears started forming in her eyes as she felt the world closing in on her she stopped waiting, "Right then. Bye."
"Santana, wait!" Brittany called into the phone.
It was too late though and Santana had already hung up. She choked on a sob as she walked to her dorm. She felt lost and irrational. She felt silly for getting so worked up about Sam being there, but even though she didn't know how to justify her hurt, she knew it was there all the same.
Her phone rang in her hand and she looked down to see Brittany calling her back. She thought about not answering it… because she felt dumb for crying over something so trivial and because she was a little angry that Brittany didn't immediately notice her discomfort and try to soothe it. She thought about not answering it long enough for her phone to stop ringing only to start back up again.
She answered it the second time, just as she was rounding the corner to her dorm room.
"Santana Marie Lopez! Don't you ever hang up on me again! Do you know how that feels? Do you know how scared that made me?" Brittany was yelling at her through fresh tears.
"I'm sorry." Santana said, trying not to let Brittany hear her own sobs.
"Are you crying?"
"No." Santana lied.
There was a sad, airy laugh on the other end which only confused and frustrated Santana further.
"This was supposed to be the easiest day. Tomorrow was supposed to be the hard day."
"Well today sucks so bad, I don't want to imagine tomorrow."
"Does today suck because Sam gets to be here and not you?" Brittany dared to ask.
"It sucks because he's there, period. And because I'm not there, period. And because you acted like it was no big deal that your ex-boyfriend from two days ago is at your house making you laugh while I'm stuck hundreds of miles away from you."
"Baby." Brittany cooed into the phone. "I love you, but you know I can't read your mind when you're more than 20 miles away. So, you have to tell me when something like that upsets you instead of just expecting me to know. You can't just hang up on me because you're upset. That hurts my feelings and it makes me think that there might be another girl around there smiling at you and making you feel better than I am."
Santana walked into her room and threw herself on her bed, groaning into her pillows. Brittany had a point.
"I love you too. But you can't expect me to be okay with him being there."
"Sam will always be my friend, but if you would feel more comfortable with him leaving then I'll tell him to leave. I'll even put the speaker phone on so you can tell him yourself if you want."
"No, you don't have to do all that." Santana rolled her eyes. "I think I just need some time. Maybe you can hold off on hanging out with him until I'm there to make sure there's no funny business going on? Just for right now?"
"Of course." Brittany said sounding so sure.
"I love you, Brittany. I miss you so much. This feels so much harder than every other time I left."
"That's because those other times you got weird and detachy thinking that would make things easier. But easier isn't always better."
"You're such a freaking genius." Santana said, knowing it to be as true as the earth is round. How Brittany didn't graduate still felt like a mystery to her.
"Yeah. This beautiful, sexy, and amazingly sweet girl keeps telling me that. I think she might be the love of my life." Brittany said around a toothy grin.
"Oh I know she is." Santana said, grinning equally as wide. Maybe they would be able to make this long distance thing work after all. "I really do need to take a shower before class, though."
"Because you smell like my hot lady sex." Brittany stated bluntly, causing Santana to choke on her words.
"Britt!"
"What? It's true." She heard Santana huff into the phone before she added lowly, "I can't wait to smell like you again either. Last night wasn't fair at all."
Santana gulped and looked around the room like she might get caught talking about this.
"I-I can't wait either."
"I can't wait to touch you. I want to feel you all over me and taste every inch of your skin until you're so wet that you beg me to reach inside you and make come until your legs go numb." Brittany husked into the phone, making Santana melt with each word.
Her thighs were already clenching shut and her face was flushing with heat.
"God, Brittany that was hot."
"What are you wearing?" Brittany asked.
Another gulp. They hadn't done this since the first week Santana left for Louisville. Santana quickly shot up from her bed and took off her clothes.
"I'm taking my clothes off to get ready for my shower."
"Mmm, baby. You're so tan and beautiful. You're breasts feel so good in my hands. I'm massaging them right now, does it feel good?"
Santana sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and began kneading at the flesh of her chest.
"Yeah, Britt. It feels really good. What next?"
"I'm running my tongue down your body, past your belly button, and biting just under your hip, where I can smell how hot and wet you are for me."
Santana licked at her thumb and ran it down her body, simulating Brittany's tongue.
"Oh, god. You're making me so wet." Santana breathed into the phone.
"Touch yourself for me, Santana. I want to hear you come. I miss you so much."
Santana rolled her head into the phone to hold it in place as she rubbed circles into her clit with her free hand. Her hips were rocking into her hand and just as she was about to plunge her fingers into her entrance Brittany's voice stopped her.
"Don't go inside. That's for me to do when you get here. Just keep rubbing yourself. I love the sounds you make. Its so hot, baby. Pinch your nipple."
Santana did as she was told and her hips jumped further into her hard working hand. She was rubbing furiously at herself now as Brittany voice coached her closer and closer to her orgasm.
"Britt…I'm…uh…I'm….Briiittt."
She came quicker than she wanted too, as she moaned out Brittany's name into the phone.
"Holy shit." Brittany whispered on the other end, wanting so badly to touch herself and let Santana hear how hot that made her, but knowing she couldn't with Quinn and Sam on the other side of her bedroom door.
There was a short pause as Santana caught her breath.
"I don't care if it's just for the night, I'm coming up there tomorrow after school and practice." Santana stated firmly.
Brittany giggled, "Thank god. I'll talk to you later, San. Go take your shower. I love you."
"I love you so much right now. I'll call you tonight."
Santana hung up the phone and hopped across the hall into the shared showers, feeling satiated as ever. She would definitely be getting the real deal tomorrow night.
I'm sorry this chapter took so long to update! But the spring semester just started, so I've been a little busy. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long! Thanks for your patience. I'm still totally into this story & I hope you guys are too!
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