A/N sorry again for lack of updates, been to busy with work, and then napping when i get home. And inspiration for the story was lacking due to the lack of sleep. So i sat in last night and brainstormed, and came up with this and sat down today to write it. I went off script a few chapters ago, so trying to find my way back to my original story plan. So yeah, here it is. thank you for reading again. :)
"Sam!" she screams at the top of her lungs from the opposite end of the hall. Once the shriek reaches his ears he stops in his tracks, looking up. As if expecting god to appear from the sky.
"Sam! It's me Brittany!" she continues her screaming as she hurdles towards him. He turns to notice the frantic girl hurtling towards him. He's used to people running at him, being a quarterback and all, yet the sight frightens him slightly.
"Ah!" he all but exhales as the very graceful girl stops inches from him.
"Hi. Okay. I need your help."
"pehem si nga kin!,"
"What does that mean?"
"It's Na'vi. Basically i'm in. Whatever you need. You know ive always got your back," he sends her that smile. The full smile. The one reserved for Brittany. Not because he's attracted to her, but because there is a bond between them. Brittany told him once that they could almost be twins. They have acted like they where since.
If either of them had a problem, they could always turn to the other. When he saw the football guys approaching Brittany with a bright red slushie he jumped in its path. Protecting his somewhat sister. She was the only out of their group to go unscathed, she had never been slushied. And if he could help it, she never would.
"Yippee! Thanks, i promise it's not like last time."
Last time. Well last time had consisted of Sam and Brittany cooped up in her walk in wardrobe on a stake out. She was convinced that Lord Tubbington had been reading her diary. Operation cookie jar was a major failure.
Operation love nest had to be a success.
"I kind of feel like we are being watched all the time. Don't you?"
"What do you mean," she replies seductively as she can while sucking on the smaller girls ear. The past week had gone by the same way. They would sneak off at every chance they could. Between classes. Before heading home. Before and after glee, even once during. The need to taste Rachel's lips had become insatiable, and the moans she received when she sucked just below her ear had become addictive.
"I'm...not...sure" she's had this nagging feeling for the past couple of days like they were being watched. But as mentioned, the taller girls moans where too enthralling and even the fear of being watched wasn't enough to stop her making her way along the girls jaw crashing into lips with want and need.
A small shriek leaves Rachel's lips as she's lifted up suddenly and placed upon the piano.
Not the one in the glee room, they were not that dangerous. No this was the one in the auditorium, just out of view but it held a perfect excuse if they ever were interrupted.
"I could just explain that i was giving you voice lessons. Perfectly plausible and legitimate,"
"Are you saying i need singing lessons?"
"well..."
"Hey!" she playfully slaps the other girls hands as they prance delicately over the ivory keys, "you don't want to start a war with me little girl," she turns from sitting beside Rachel to tickle her ribs more effectively.
"Stop! Quinn! Please...Sto...Belle!"
The change from Quinn to Belle causes the once attacking girl to stop. She had been so happy lately with Rachel that she had forgotten why she was in Lima to begin with. The abrupt stop in the playful banter causes Rachel's face to turn from pained with laughter, to concern.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's nothing. Just kiss me." And so she does. Without question. With no hesitation.
Her lips taste of lime with a dash of vanilla, she's unable to resist the urge to bite her bottom lip, pulling lightly. She parts from Quinn to see an obvious smile and closed eyes. Content radiates off the taller girls face.
"Better?"
"Much."
"I know you said Quinn was your middle name, but i honestly think there is more to it than that. Did you think i bought that lie?"She questions jokingly but with a underlying tone of immediacy.
"Well, no. But i am glad you left it. And i wish you would again." She stands to move towards the stage steps only to have Rachel plead with her to come back.
"I promise i won't bring it up again...for now."
It's enough for Quinn. She knows that "for now" will be brought up soon, and she knows that she will never be able to really tell her what is going on. The weight on her shoulders is growing every day.
"Someone could walk in," she manages to exclaim out between kisses.
"Well just use the voice lessons excuse,"
"Bit hard to explain why I'm on the piano with you standing between my legs, my skirt hiked up around my thighs and your lips attached to mine. Don't you think?"
"I could stop..."
"No! Just, this is getting too out in the open. I really feel like we are being watched. Don't you?"
"You're just being paranoid Rach, there is no one here. We are completely alone," she sings the last sentence smooth and boisterously. Sending echoes frolicking throughout the empty room,
"See, no one is here. And now we are technically not lying about the lessons." Rachel relaxes under Quinn's touch, allowing satisfying fingers to entwine within her hair pulling her down slightly to Quinn's mouth.
"You need to stop worrying so much and enjoy the moment." So she does. She allows Quinn to press tender lips to hers, instinctively locking her fingers into tendrils of golden locks.
Brittany gave Sams his orders. To take Puck out and find him a girl. Sam agreed he had noticed that Puck had gone from chasing after every girl to pining. He wasn't really sure as to who he was pining over, but it was obvious.
He of course agreed. He wanted to spend time with Puck, and a lads night out seemed like a great idea. And if it helped cheer his mood up, then it was worth it. Also if they met girls, it was a plus.
Brittany's part of the plan was to get Belle, Rachel and Santana to stop hiding. Which would prove more difficult.
"You're just being paranoid Rach, there is no one here. We are completely alone," reverberates throughout the acoustic perfect hall.
Hmm maybe this isn't the best time to ask them. Brittany thinks. She turns on her heels as quietly as possible and leaves the hall, opting to wait in the hallway for the two girls to emerge.
And they do, fifthteen minutes later. Hair scruffy and out of place, smiles reaching from ear to ear.
"Hey," she speaks making her presence known, only to cause them to jump slightly in shock.
"Brittany," both girls explain in surprise.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asks, "You weren't in the auditorium where you? How long have you been here?" the series of questions stumble from her worn out lips.
"Waiting to speak to you guys. Yes. And a while"
"Oh god."
"It's okay. I wanted to talk to you about that anyway, I already knew.
"Knew what?" Quinn asks defensively,
"That you two have been getting your sweet lady kisses on."
Quinn grabs Brittany's arm and Rachel's hand, and drags them to the nearest classroom,
"I don't know what you think you know, or what you think you saw. But you don't and you didn't. And if anyone finds out about this, I will hurt you."
"Quinn! Back off right now. You don't know Brittany like I do, but if you did, you would not have spoke to her like that. Leave."
"What? Why?"
"Just leave before you say or do anything you'll regret, or worse, I will."
Quinn huffs, throwing her arms up in exasperation and storming off back into the hall. Leaving Rachel to turn back to Brittany.
"I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. She's just afraid. She's a lot like Santana don't you think."
Rachel contemplates the thought, they are quite alike. Both girls are fiercely protective. Both girls slightly scared her to begin with, that is until you get behind that wall they have put up. Behind that wall, two frightened little girls, unable to be themselves.
Well isn't that a surprise, you are sneaking around with a blond version of Santana. Never saw that coming. That means you and Brittany are alike.
"They kind of are. Guess that makes us alike too."
The statement causes Brittany to lurch forward embracing her into an awkward hug; they manoeuvre themselves slightly and fully enjoy the embrace.
"Who's Quinn?"
"Huh?"
"you said Quinn. Is that like a nickname? San calls me Britt Britt. Or sometimes Kitten because I'm so good at,"
"Please don't finish that sentence."
She's livid. She was only trying to protect her, to protect them.
Brittany's a sweetheart though and you know it. She wouldn't cause harm. You went too far. Rachel was right to kick us out.
She's been sitting in the car park of the school, waiting on Rachel and Brittany. For what is now going on ten minutes.
"What can they possibly talking about? Maybe I made Brittany cry? Oh god, I'm just the worst," she slumps defeated, throwing her back hitting the headrest and lets out a small sharp scream of pain.
"Totally deserved that."
She opens the car door exiting and starts to make her way back towards the school, having calmed down she knows she needs to apologise. To both girls. Only to see them walking out of the front doors.
They're smiling? At least it's not tears.
"Rachel! Brittany!" she starts sprinting towards them, she needs to ask for forgiveness now before her ego gets in the way.
"I'm, so, sorry. I shouldn't have threatened you like that. Rachel you where right to send me out of there. I've such a short temper and would have said some awful things, more awful things. Please forgive me. Both of you," she stops. Looking back and forth between both girls, trying to keep the tears at bay. She really screwed up; she knows that, she just hopes they are more forgiving than she would have been.
"Okay," and she walks forward pulling Quinn into a hug, "Rachel and I talked. You're just like Santana. You're forgiven." She pulls back releasing her hold, and turns back giving a final hug to Rachel before explaining that she is already late to meet Santana, and that they will meet up later for "operation love nest."
"Operation love nest? What in the hell is that?"
"We are going to help Brittany sing a song to Santana at the end of the week."
"No. Not happening."
"Yes, yes it is. Brittany may have forgave you, that's just who she is. I will need a bit more than words. Do this and you are forgiven."
"Fine. I really am sorry. I just got scared. The thought of people knowing, I don't think I'm ready for the looks. I wouldn't be able to retain my temper."
"She won't say anything, she just wants our help."
"I need yours and Belles help. I want to sing a song to Santana, and officially come out to the glee club. I'm done hiding, I love her."
Rachel didn't have the heart to tell her everyone in glee already knew, it was the thought that counted,
"Of course I'll help.
"Thanks! I already have the song picked out. Click five, just the girl."
"Isn't that a bit, fast"
"We can do it acoustically, Sam agreed to play guitar."
Brittany always had a terrible habit of loving performances that where in fact completely terrible, awful even. She also chooses the weirdest songs to sing in assignments.
When mister Schue wrote "Songs with meaning to you "as the task for the week. Everyone choose songs that fitted their outlook on life. Mike picked singing in the rain, obvious in that his world revolves around dancing. Rachel picked "kiss me" by Six pence none the richer because at the time she was still trying to get Finns attention. Everyone choose well, except Brittany who choose, "Faster kill pussy cat" by Brittany Murphy and Paul Oakenfold.
She never really gave a reason for choosing it. Rachel speculated of course. The singer also being called Brittany, the mentioning of a cat and the fact she did more dancing than singing. So her choice of song for serenading Santana didn't surprise her too much.
"It wouldn't be my choice, but none the less I agreed to help and if that's the song you picked I will start to learn the lyrics."
A smile steals across her face, and she steals another hug from Rachel.
"And who knows, maybe Belle seeing that everyone in Glee is okay with me and Santana, she might end up serenading you."
"Maybe," she's not getting her hopes up. Quinn doesn't really seem like the kind of girl to wear her heart on her sleeve. To do something as revealing as singing to someone. Yet when they are alone, she coos sweet lyrics into her ear. She's not hopeful, but she's not upset either. She has the girl, even if it is in private.