Author's Note: I know right now it seems like Brittana is going to happen and whatnot, but it's not. Bike will be endgame as well Pucktana. Just bear with me here. Also, thanks for the reviews and all the views and hits and whatnot, this is my first real story that I'm going to continue and I hope you guys all enjoy! And for those that are continuous readers, I'm already working on the third part which will be set up into two parts. (:
Whenever times were difficult for Brittany, she always knew Santana would be there. Since finding out about the marriage, Brittany and Santana had become inseparable, the brunette fearing of going home in case the Pierce's decided to uproot Brittany sooner than expected. It was one thing to care about your best friend and for their safety, but it was another to be madly in love with her. That was the difficult situation that Santana Lopez faced everyday when she woke up next to her childhood sweetheart, who in a matter of weeks would be married off to some asshat from China. Santana rolled her eyes just thinking about the entire situation as she headed up the giant staircase back up to Brittany's room. Sure Santana had had her fair share of guys, but she knew for sure that Brittany was her one person. The only thing was, she never knew how Brittany felt. The blonde had her own share of boys and girls, but Santana wanted to think that she was special in some way.
"Rise and shine, beautiful," Santana spoke as she opened the door to Brittany's bedroom. Since the arrangement, Brittany had been throwing all her mother's rules out the window, and this included sleeping past 11 o'clock.
"You know how that makes me feel, Sanny," Brittany said, peeking her head out of her blankets. A pang resounded in Santana's chest as she walked over to Brittany and set the tray of breakfast down on the girl's duvet.
"Shut up, you know you love me," Santana said offhandedly, almost willing Brittany to say she did.
"Whatever you say," Brittany said simply as she began to pick at the waffles set in front of her. "Today I have a tennis date with Sir Michael Chang of China," the blonde rolled her eyes and continued to munch on her breakfast. "Please tell me you'll come. Apparently he's bringing one his friends that he met while he went to school here," Brittany shrugged and took a sip of her orange juice. "Maybe it could turn into a double date," wiggling her eyebrows at her best friend, Brittany unknowingly sent a thought to Santana's brain that was mostly a wish that the date would be with her and not this Mike guy.
"Sure, I'll go, as long as you don't wear panties," Santana smirked and moved the tray off Brittany and delved in to steal a heated kiss, creating a needing in both the girls that would take another hour to obtain.
"Are you freaking serious?" Mike couldn't believe his eyes. His wife to be was wearing a thong to play tennis in; a bright pink one at that. Mike rolled his eyes and stomped to the other side of the court, following closely was his best friend Puck. They had met the girls at the club and had instantly taken a dislike to Brittany's best friend. The brunette had tried to shove Mike into a trashcan. Mike couldn't help feeling that the two girls had something going on with them. It was obvious. Santana never took her eyes off of Brittany, and Brittany simply kept bending over in front of the brunette. It wasn't fair. Mike was told that Brittany knew about the arrangement, now he just felt like an ass.
"Dude, I'd totally rail the Latina. She's fuc-," Mike threw the ball up before catching it again and throwing it straight at Puck's head. "What the hell, man!" Puckerman was a player of sort. Mike knew this coming into the "double date". From an outside view, it would seem weird that a genius like Mike would ever be friends with a guy like Puck, but the two never knew any different. They played football together on a high school team. Since then, Mike helped Puck with homework, and Puck helped Mike get some game, usually failing miserably considering Mike knew that someday he'd be arranged to marry.
After a few rounds, one of which Brittany fell over completely exposing her ass to the world, Brittany came up to Mike and asked if they could switch it up: her with Mike and Santana with Puckerman. There wasn't really anything Mike could say other than yes, he genuinely wanted to get to know his future wife. Of course Santana was mad at this, she got the short end of the deal; Puckerman was a terrible serve.
"One round of this and we're gone, B," Santana yelled to the other side, getting in stance for Mike's serve.
"Actually, Brittany is gonna shower here and go to dinner with me. Puck is gonna take you to dinner somewhere else," Mike said back, serving the ball after he finished. Santana didn't take this well as she stormed the court and pointed her racket at Mike.
"Listen you rice paddy, Britts is coming home with me. You and your little worthless piece of shit can go back to China," Santana pointed at the Asian man and began to storm near him causing Mike to shrink back to the chain link fence. "I'm from Lima Heights, and I'm not afraid to mess up that ugly mug of yours," Santana crossed her arms over her chest looked at Mike with piercing brown eyes.
Brittany, personally, couldn't believe this was happening. Yeah she was proud of Santana for standing up for her, but she didn't have to act like they were dating. Brittany was free to do what she wanted, and hell, if she wanted to go to dinner with Mike, then she was going to.
"Let's go," Brittany grabbed Mike's elbow and led him to the club. "Ride with Puck, San. I'll see you at my house or something," Brittany cast one last look at the brunette before following Mike to the lima waiting in the parking lot, ready for a needed change.