The next few days went down without a lot of interaction between Santana and the couple. The latina did her best to avoid meeting the blonde again, not sure if it was because she wanted to rip her head off or because everytime she thought about her, she had this weird feeling that she couldn't quite place.
Pushing it aside everytime, the latina kept herself busy with school , cheerleading and friends. On Monday at school she had explained everything that happened to Quinn.
"I swear, you should have seen her! All confident and arrogant, I would have gone all lima heights on her, if it wasn't for my borther! Ugh she just pisses me off so much!" Santana couldn't even explain to Quinn how annoyed she was. She also couldn't tell her that when the argument with Brittany happened she just didn't know what to reply, all her confidence had just seemed to fly out the window.
Quinn smiled slightly at her friend, knowing that the brunette could get pissed off just by one look.
" Are you sure you're not exaggerating? I mean you're probably just jealous because she's your brother's girlfriend and you are not used to him giving this much attention to another girl.." Quinn tried to explain.
"Seriously, Quinn? Santana fired back, shoving her locker close, startling the other girl. The latina turned to face her friend shrugging her shoulders " What are you? A shrink?" She said starting to walk to class.
"No, but I'm just saying, I mean…how old did you say she was?" Quinn tried to make conversation.
"20 I think, or soon to be 21, I don't know. Why does it matter anyway?" The latina was getting frustrated at her friend's attempt to understand her anger.
"Cause you know… Don't you think your pissed off because normally you just put all that shit to everybody and nobody ever stands up to you. And… now you're pissed off because she did." Quinn was feeling pretty proud of her reasoning.
"She didn't stand up to me! She insulted me! For no good reason!" Santana tried to tell Quinn, wanting her friend to support her, and tell her the other blonde was just stupid bitch.
"Well, whatever Santana, you should get used to it; she's living at your place. So I don't know, swallow your pride for a few months..." Quinn knew this would drive her best friend mad, but she said it anyway, and entered the classroom…leaving Santana mouth agape. Swallow my pride? What is wrong with the world right now? My life was perfect two days ago. Fuck this.
That was the only time she spoke to Quinn about Brittany. Santana realized it was a lost cause to try and have Quinn hate Brittany as much as she did. So at this point she decided to just avoid the Barbie living in her house.
That went pretty well. Until Thursday.
The alarm went off at 7 am like every other day. Santana turned it off and got out of bed. She walked through the corridor hoping a shower would help waking her up. But when she put her hand on the door knob wanting to open the door, it was closed from the inside.
Letting out an exasperated breath she knocked on the door. Her parents didn't use this bathroom as they had one in their room, so it could only be her brother.
"Esteban! Abre! Come on I'm going to be late!" Santana was tired and didn't want to deal with this, she knocked again, this time harder. Nobody replied and that threw her off.
Knocking again, hurting her hand "Estaban, Joder! Open the Fucking door or I swear I'll.." Just as she was about to finish her sentence, the door swung open reveling Brittany, wearing only a big V neck tshirt, certainly her brother's, her blonde hair flowing on her shoulders. Damn she's sexy.
"Or you'll what?"Brittany asked smirking to the latina.
How is it possible that everytime we actually talk she has to be this sexy, and I have to look like a freaking stupid dork. Brittany took a look up and down the brunette's body, smiling to herself when she noticed the other girl blushing.
"I…uh…I.. What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be on holidays, not waking up this early? " Santana fired back, quite proud of her reply, raising her chin a little.
"I am. Just you know… I wanted to freshen up a little, your brother and I have been spending quite an amount of time in bed.. so.. yeah." Brittany replied innocently, looking directly in the latina's eyes, wondering how long and how far she could push her buttons.
"Wow ok…I don't need to know what you do with my brother! Just keep out of this bathroom in the morning" Santana said trying to hide her blush. Why did she just tell me this, I don't fucking care.
"Why, am I making you nervous?" Brittany asked sweetly, smiling and taking a step forward, making the latina stumble backwards and knit her eyebrows together.
"No! I Just.. I don't want to be late, now move!" The brunette said hastily; taping her foot on the floor. Brittany just smiled at her, enjoying playing with the younger girl. The blonde moved aside just enough so that latina could squish her way inside, having to brush against the blonde. While entering the bathroom without looking once at the blonde, Santana could feel the girl's gaze on her. Once inside, she slammed the door shut, and smashed her back against it. What the hell was that?
Brittany let out a little chuckle and went back to Esteban's thoughts wandering to the Latina, Damn she's so hot when she's mad.
So much for ignoring her. Santana just didn't understand what Brittany was trying to do. All the control the Latina used to have on her life seemed to vanish every time the blonde was near her. If the blonde wasn't her brothers girlfriend, Santana would swear she was flirting with her. Or trying to make her uncomfortable or something. Santana decided to shrug it off and think about something else.
Something else happened to be a party.
A few days before she had received a text from Puck: "San, party at mines Friday, be sexy I want to show you off!" The Latina smiled at the text and concentrated on finding something hot to wear.
Friday, after cheerios practice; she ran home, showered and started to look through her clothes for the perfect outfit.
Finally deciding on a very short and tight pair of diesel shorts, and a black tight tank top that showed perfectly her breast and just enough cleavage to make anyone drool. She then chose her shoes, a pair of black heels that made her legs look hot as hell.
She settled for a natural make up, her lips naturally red, applying just the right amount of mascara, and black eyeliner. Her hair had dried and had those natural curls that she loved, applying some perfume she went to look at the result.
Perfect.
She thought looking at her reflexion, that will drive Puck mad. Her thoughts went to the blonde just a few doors from her, wishing she could see her like that, and not in PJs with her glasses on. Whatever, she thought grabbing her bag.
The door bell rang as she was closing her bedroom door. She heard Esteban yell, "I got it!" Before turning to walk down the stairs. Just as she was about to start heading down, she heard an approving whistle.
Turning around she saw Brittany, leaning against her brothers bedroom door and checking out the Latina without shame.
"Now that's what I expected when Esteban told me about you" Brittany said smirking, the latina could swear her eyes were a darker shade of blue.
"Did you need something?" Santana inquired feeling a lot more confident at what the blonde had said.
"Absolutely nothing" Brittany didn't even look at the Latina's face, her eyes were attached to the brunette's cleavage.
Santana's body was growing hot under her stare, as she coughed a little. Blushing.
The blonde eyes went directly to Santana's at the sound. Her eyes are definetlty darker, the latina thought.
Brittany's gaze was brought back to the latina's breasts as the girl's nipples were poking through her bra and shirt, standing stiff because of the shivers caused by the blonde.
Brittany looked back suggestively at the latina raising an eyebrow. Santana looked down at herself frowning, when realizing what the blonde had just seen, shifted nervously, eyes on the floor. FUCK.
"Santana! Your Boyfriend 's waiting!" Santana jumped slightly at the words, pulled out of her thoughts. Before hurrying down she looked one last time at the blonde, and saw her soflty chuckling.
.Fuck. That was thee most embarrassing thing. Kill me now, oh my god how am I going to ever look at her again.
The party went on smoothly, the guys had managed to sneak in alcohol and after 2 beers, Santana was feeling this familiar buzz.
Everybody was at the party, the music was pumping and everything was fine by Santana. She had lost Quinn a while ago; she went to dance with this new guy Sam. Santana was sitting on the couch, with Puck by her side. He had a hand on her thigh, and would kiss her quickly on the lips between two laughs.
As Santana was sipping her 3rd beer, her thoughts went back to what happened in the corridor before the party, how Brittany's gaze had been so intense and had given her shivers. The thought alone made her insides twirl, and she suddenly felt a lot hotter.
Puck turned his shoulders to look at her " Are you okay? You look a little flushed." He said concerned. Santana on the other hand was turned on.
Blaming the alcohol, she bent over to Puck's ear "I wanna make out, follow me upstairs?" She whispered hotly, running her right hand on the boy's thigh.
Puck's smile grew wide and nodded; they made their way upstairs to find an empty room.
They found one, and quickly Santana launched herself on Puck, smashing their lips together. Parting her lips, she ran her tongue on the boy's closed lips, and as he opened gladly, they started kissing like the world was coming to an end. Santana emboldened by the alcohol and this arousal that she didn't know where came from.
"What's gotten into you?... You're so hot" Puck said hotly kissing Santana's neck, and running his hand on her bare arm. The latina didn't answer, but took the boy's head into her hands to bring him to her lips again, kissing him hotly.
Thoughts of Brittany entered her mind, her dark blue eyes, her pink lips always smirking..and those long hands, that looked so damn soft… The Latina moaned in the kiss. Suddenly, feeling rough hands palm her breasts under her shirt. The feeling put her out of her trance, and she realized where she was and with who. Pushing Puck off her, she stood up, breathing heavily.
"What's wrong? Come back here" Puck said, still trying to catch his breath, still hoping that tonight was the night the Latina would finally put out.
"No, I… I don't feel well.." Santana said shifting on her feet, very aware of what she had just been doing.
"What the fuck, Santana? You can't just leave me like this, come on!" Puck exclaimed clearly annoyed at how hot things were getting and how quickly it had all stopped.
"Yes I can, and I am! Finish on your own. I'm out of here!" Santana shouted, not being one to be told what to do. She opened the door quickly and left, running down the stairs.
Arriving in the living room where people were still dancing and drinking, she spotted Quinn kissing Sam, deciding not to bother her, she left alone.
While walking back to her house, she thought of what just happened. The alcohol sure had had an effect on her tonight. But thinking of Brittany…that was not supposed to turn her on.
But it did, she thought. So fucking much. She could still feel it. She was soaked through her black thong, and not because of Puck's kisses. Santana knew it was because she was imagining Brittany doing those things to her. Feeling ashamed of herself, Santana hurried to her house, wanting to feel the safety of her room surround her.