A/N: Thanks for all the alerts and favorites...i'm new to whole writing thing and i'm still trying to figure out how everything works around here, but i guess all your reactions means i'm doing okay for now! :-)

I'll definitely use your ideas in the next chapters!

For now just a little fun think that popped into my mind while working!

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Cheerios practice was so tiring. Even though it was mid-september, the weather was still really hot and made it hard to practice in the sun.

Santana only wished for one thing, get back home, put on a bikini and chill by the pool.

Waving Quinn goodbye, screaming an "I'll call you!"she headed to her house.

Arriving by the porch, she noticed her parent's car was there, but not her brother's. Not giving it much though she entered the house.

It was so still inside, her parents or her brother and Brittany nowhere to be seen. Finally some alone time.

Heading upstairs she took a quick shower and put her favorite bikini on. Grabbing a towel she made her way downstairs, already wishing to be lying in the sun.

That's when she hear music playing, a few guitar notes. And then she heard a soft voice singing along the music. She knew the song, and the voice was perfect on it.

I'm not a stupid girl

Don't call me stupid

Brittany. And now she can sing? And play guitar? Santana thought while walking towards the voice, realizing it came for the yard. And then she saw her.

The blonde girl was sitting by the side of the pool, her feet hanging inside the water, playing the song a few times from the start, obviously still learning how to play it. Her back was to Santana. So the Latina took her time to study the girl's frame from behind. This time, Brittany was wearing a light blue bikini, her hair pulled up in a loose bun. Damn her neck is so long, and looks so soft… I wonder how it would feel like to kiss her there, would she like it…would she moan like she did this morning…Wow. Stop that.

Brittany was now humming the song, trying to find the chords on the guitar; the brunette noticed she was holding what looked to be like a rolled cigarette between the fingers of her right hand.

Santana took a step forward but her foot got caught in a chair, making the blonde slightly jump and turn her head quickly.

Noticing the Latina, Brittany just smiled sweetly "Hey" Santana was sure she never heard the blonde use such a sweet voice. At least not with her.

"Where's my brother? Have you seen my parents?" Not even bothering to be nice to the blonde anymore, the Latina spoke harshly.

Brittany shrugged her shoulders, not caring about the cheerio's rudeness.

"Esteban took you parents to the airport; they're going I don't know where for some sort of reunion, I don't know I didn't really listen." Brittany finished her sentence, turning her back to the Latina again, and taking a drag from what Santana was now sure was not a cigarette.

Letting out the smoke she'd been holding, Brittany continued with a smile "I guess it's just you and me for a while"

Santana just looked at the blonde and laid her towel on the long chair beside Brittany.

"What are you smoking?" The brunette asked, already knowing the answer, but feeling uncomfortable with the silence.

"What do you think I'm smoking?" Brittany asked back with the same sweet voice, turning her head a little towards the other girl.

"Pot." Santana stated. Looking at the blonde's lips as they once again released a good amount of white smoke.

Brittany nodded as if Santana was a student who just got a correct answer. She smiled, and stood up. As she did so, Santana couldn't help but look down at her body, damn her ass. Brittany turned around, and sat down on the chair facing Santana, putting her guitar next to her, and catching the brunette's stare. Deciding to let it pass, and not teasing the Latina about it. Later.

Santana was now lying back on the chair, her head slightly turned towards Brittany. The blonde was watching her, taking in her appearance. The cheerio wore a black bikini that showed her curves perfectly. Her whole body was tanned, having this caramel color. Brittany wondered if she'd taste like caramel too. Licking her lips at the thought the blonde let her eyes wander up to the other girl's breasts… damn, she's only seventeen and she has the most wonderfully round and kissable boobs I've ever seen…

Santana watched Brittany and felt her cheeks turn red again under her intense gaze. She cleared her throat, making Brittany eyes avert from her a turn towards the pool.

Looking back at Santana, Brittany extended her hand, and with an almost daring smirk asked " Have you ever tried it?"

She really does think I'm some kind of baby.

Sighing, Santana replied looking at the blunt in the other girls hand " Yes, but I didn't feel anything. Doesn't work on me."

Hearing those ridiculous words Brittany let out a chuckle, showing her white teeth and smiling brightly. " Ah, believe me, it works on everybody. Show me how you smoke, we'll see what you do wrong." For Brittany that was supposed to be nice and helpful, but Santana once again felt like she was treated like a child.

The Latina rose from the chair, and settled on a sitting position, sighing deeply at the blondes "big girl" attitude, she took the blunt in her hand and brought it to her lips.

The blonde watched intently, and couldn't help but feel jealous of the rolled joint. Those lips are so fucking full, I'd love to bite on them just a little..

Santana inhaled a little and released the smoke almost instantly. "No, no, no. Honey, if you want to feel something you'll actually have to smoke." Brittany told her smiling.

"I am smoking!" Santana was getting tired of this attitude. She's not my mother, nor my sister for crying out loud!

"Oh no you're not. What you're doing is barely even trying. It's like kissing without tongue, you're missing everything!" At the blonde's comparison, Santana felt her stomach turn; did she have to talk about kissing?

Focusing on not looking at the blondes lips, the Latina replied "Alright. Show me then."Raising her chin, as if challenging the other.

Brittany just stood up and sat besides Santana "Gladly" she stated, taking the blunt back between her fingers and taking a deep drag, exaggerating her inhalation to show Santana how it's done. She kept the smoke inside for a few seconds, and then slowly let out her breath. "There, do this."

Well, ok. Maybe I didn't do that before.

Taking the joint again, Santana tried to imitate what she just saw, feeling the smoke fill her lungs.

" Keep it in" She heard Brittany say, so she obeyed. Looking at the blondes eyes after a second, she saw the blonde nod, and taking it as a signal released the smoke coughing a little.

Instantly Santana felt her head turn a little, a good feeling of I don't care about nothing right now invade her.

"Fuck…" The cheerio gasped.

"Yeah, told ya. It's all about doing it right" Brittany felt a little proud of herself, her first high thanks to me. Uh, I'd like to witness another kind of high with her.

Santana took another drag slowly, catching the drift quickly. She looked at the blonde, who was looking at her. The latina couldn't help but think about earlier that morning, hearing the blonde moan, and cry out as she reached climax.

She looked at the other girl's lips, and bringing her eyes to meet blue ones she heard herself say

" You know, I heard you." WHAT? Shut up, idiot! Now what?

"Yeah that, it's a song I've been meaning to learn…" Mistaking herself, Brittany replied softly, glad that this was turning into an actual conversation.

Shaking her head, Santana interrupted "No, not that. I heard you, this morning" The blunt was definitely making her say things she would never dare say normally. But feeling completely at ease right now, she looked at the blondes eyes. Watching as Brittany slowly understood what she meant. Mouthing an 'O'.

Brittany just continued staring at Santana, looking deeply in her eyes, trying to figure out what the brunette wanted her to say.

Santana was feeling lightheaded, and couldn't control her mouth.

"Was it that good?" That slipped. Santana retained from covering her mouth with her hands.

"What, you think I faked it?" Brittany replied chuckling. Not knowing how to take what the Latina just said. Let's try something.

"Your Brother's good." Santana's face grew red, and her eyes went straight to the floor, as she knitted her eyebrows.

Okay so that threw her off. Noted. Brittany was still trying to understand the other girl.

"But you know, someone going down on you does feel good anyway." The blonde tried to gain the cheerio's attention once again, taking the blunt from her and smoking a little.

Santana didn't look at her, but bit her lip, deep in thought.

"Wait, you don't know" Brittany realized and a little chuckle escaped her lips.

Santana shot her head towards her, staring angrily at her. How does she do that? Talking to me normally for a second and then the other throwing this at my face.

Santana's head was feeling all weird, and she found no snarky comment to say. Once again her mouth was faster than her brain and she admitted softly "No, i.. nobody's ever done that to me"

"Ah well, you'll see. I don't want to spoil you, so you'll just have to try it" Oh yeah, I'll just ask the next person I see, excuse would you go down on me please? Sure. Santana let out a frustrated sigh.

"Wait a second, let me get something straight. Nobody's ever eaten you out, I get that, you're still young. But, you do know what if feels like to come, right?" Brittany was getting curious by now, and horny. The whole idea of Santana being a virgin on so many things was awfully exiting. I shouldn't be thinking that. So not.

Santana blushed once again, and started to stand up, not being able to answer that one.

Brittany quickly stood up and caught her elbow "Wait" Feeling the blonde's soft hand on her, Santana looked up in the blonde's eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that was a boundary…" Brittany felt self conscious now for pushing the other girls buttons.

"Don't be, it's just… I think the pot is making me feel weird, I just want to lay down a little" Lie.

Santana couldn't stand it anymore, talking about that with Brittany had gotten her insanely hot. And insanely nervous. She realized that even though both girls only had a few years of difference, a lot happens in those years, especially regarding the…sex matter. It didn't bother Santana to talk about it. But what did bother her, was that feeling in the pit of her stomach that she got every time Brittany had said ' eat you out', and the flashed of images of blonde hair between her legs… that was too much. So she decided that leaving was the best solution.

Brittany was left alone, taking the final drag of the joint; she sat back down, took the guitar and started playing again.

I'm not a stupid girl

Don't call me stupid

I'm just a hungry girl

And you taste so sweet

And you taste so sweet.

A/N: Okay here it is! The song is Don't try to fool me by Miss li. I just pictured Brittany singing it perfectly.

Next chapter should be a lot more heated. Let me know what you think and give me ideas, this is fun! 3