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En- to the - Joy!

Brittany couldn't calm down her breathing. She kept looking at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Panting and cheeks flushed. Oh God, so much for staying in control.

It had been a long time since she had been so aroused by something or someone, she could litteraly feel herself throbbing, her whole body aching , hoping to find some kind of release. Fuck, I wish Esteban was around, that would have helped.

Sighing deeply and running a hand through her hair, she decided on taking a long shower to try and assess what had just happened. You were suppose to teach her, not almost jump her and act so damn horny.

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Santana was still on her bed, panting heavily, hair scattered on her pillow, eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

Fuck me. That was amazing.

The brunette let out a little chuckle not quite believing how good she had felt, and pushing away the little voice in her head telling her how wrong it was for her to have experienced that with her brother's girlfriend. But she was so into it too, the latina thought. I couldn't actually see her, but –oh god- I felt it. Her hot breath against my face, her coming closer to me, asking me to spread my legs…Santana felt a jolt of pleasure shake her at the memory. Jesus, she was so hot.

As Santana was still trying to get her brain to work again, and manage to get out of bed and process everything, her phone buzzed. Puck. Fuck.

I completely forgot.

The Brunette took her phone, reading the message appearing on screen "I"ll be there in 20min."

Santana gasped, and hurried out of bed, deciding on not taking another shower, just change clothes. It couldn't hurt anyway to see Puck. Maybe a little more foreplay with him would be great, now she knew she wasn't broken, and could come. She'd try it more intently with Puck. Go for it, she heard Brittany's voice replaying in her head.

The Cheerio settled on wearing a pair boyfriend jeans, and a black tank top, sexy but simple, perfect she thought. Her make up was natural, just a little black eyeliner and blush, but nothing more. Her hair was falling in wide curls on her shoulders. Puck wouldn't resist. Santana hoped her brother wouldn't arrive before Puck, knowing that he certainly wouldn't approve of her having her boyfriend over for the night. Hoping that Puck could sneak in and her brother wouldn't even realize, Santana turned on her computer and waited for a few more minutes for her boyfriend to arrive.

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Brittany got out of the shower, feeling a lot more relaxed. She had taken her time in the shower, thinking about it for a while, before letting her hand wander down her body and enjoy herself. Fuck it, she thought. I'm so damn horny, I need this. As soon as her hand rested on her center she gasped feeling how wet she was. The blonde started rubbing tight circles on her clit, doing exactly what she had told Santana to do, picturing the Brunette's long fingers . Not bothering to take it slow, needing her release she pushed harder, and rubbed faster until her whole body shacked and tensed. Brittany tried to muffle the sounds coming out of her mouth as she muttered little "Fucks" coming down of her climax. This is not supposed to happen.

Trying to think about anything else, Brittany finished showering and got out quickly. Grabbing a towel, she went to Esteban's room to change and relax before going downstairs . The blonde thought deeply about what to say to Santana later, when they'd have to eat together..or something.

Brittany looked for her favorite pair of shorts, and put them on, grabbing the first shirt she found she put it on. Not bothering to put on make up or dry her hair, she got out of the room and taking a deep breath went downstairs to face the younger girl. Let's do this.

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Brittany was in the kitchen, in front of the open fridge, looking inside of it as if expecting a cooked meal to come out of it. Wondering what she could possibly do for diner. Nobody's home, and I doubt Santana is the type to cook.

As she closed the fridge, she heard the door bell ring. Looking at her watch, 7.30pm, who can it be?

And then it hit her. Seriously? She wouldn't dare.

The blonde quirked an eyebrow, knowing who was behind the close door, but not quite believing it. She wouldn't. Not after what happened not even an hour ago.

Brittany took a deep breath and headed to the door slowly.

She could see the shadow of a man behind it. Shaking her head, she opened the door quickly.

Puck, who was standing on the porch, looked sighlty taken aback by the blonde gril in front of him. The smoking blond in front of him, he thought.

The boy took his time and eyed Brittany up and down with an appreciative smirk on his lips.

And that's her boyfriend? The blonde thought. Uh, teenage boys.

"Can I help you?" Brittany asked harshly, making Puck's eyes dart back to hers.

"Hum…Definitely. I'm here to see Santana.I'm Puck, her boyfriend." The young boy said almost proudly and smiling to the blonde.

Brittany just stood there, wondering whether to let him in or not. But she was cut in her toughts as Santana appeared behind her.

"Hey, you're here. I thought I'd heard the doorbell" Santana said gently, looking past Brittany directly to Puck.

The blonde just stood there, turning a little so her back was against the edge of the open door, looking back and forth between Santana and the Mohawk boy. Still not believing how this situation turned out to be such a fucking disaster.

Santana looked at Brittany, as if nothing had ever happened. But still having that challenging glimpse in her eyes, glimpse that seemed to have become much more stronger since the bedroom incident.

"You could have told me he was here" The latina said, faking annoyance.

Brittany just couldn't believe the younger girl's attitude. Not even an hour ago she was whimpering and almost begging to come at my words, and now this? What the hell?

"I didn't know you cared so much" The blonde fired back, looking directly and intently into the other girls eyes, clearly trying to pass on a message. You didn't care half an hour ago.

"Well, I do. And I'd appreciate if you could tell me when my boyfriend is at my door." Santana dared. Not even her knew why she was being so harsh. It was just the only way she knew how to react to what had happened, to not let it get to her. Just being her usual bitchy self was reassuring.

Brittany knew exactly what the Latina was doing. Two can play that game she thought.

"I'm not your maid. Next time you'll get the door yourself, princess." Brittany folded her arms on her chest, looking at Santana with a little grin on her lips. Not letting the latina's words get to her, and annoying the cheerio in the process.

Both girls had completely forgotten that Puck was even there. When the boy cleared her throat, they both looked at him, as if realizing he was there the whole time.

"Let's go, we're going to my room." Santana stated getting a hold of Puck's hand, and pulling him inside.

Brittany just couldn't stand it. Is she actually going to take him to her room? In her bed? Where we were laying just minutes ago? Is she fucking kidding me? And with this guy? This stupid mohawked teenage dream?

"Your room? Can you do that? You parents let you?" Brittany tried everything she could to stop them.

The latina turned around in the middle of the stairs, looking back at Brittany.

"I can do whatever I want in my bedroom" And whoever I want, the brunette thought. She looked one last time into the blonde's eyes, seeing anger and something she couldn't quite name…jealousy? She shrugged it off and kept going upstairs.

Brittany was left alone in the corridor, downstairs. This was so cruel. I guess I deserve it, she sees me all the time with her brother, but still, she could have been smoother about it.

Going back to the fridge, the blonde took an old slice of pizza, microwaved it, and went in the living room to watch TV and wait for Esteban.

The blonde turned on the machine, going through the channels. Her phone buzzed, she looked at it and read the message "Home in 5". Brittany sighed relieve. Sweet revenge.

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Once they'd entered Santana's room, the short girl had launched herself on her boyfriend. Pushing him back on the bed, she felt strangely aroused. Blue eyes on her mind.

"I love how hot you are these days…" Puck murmured in the latina ear, letting his hands roam on her body, under her shirt and palming her breasts roughly.

"Mmmm" The brunette could help her moan, and she also couldn't help that her brain was focused on somebody else than Puck. Somebody else's hands on her breasts.

Brittany's voice still echoing in her mind, the Latina started grinding her center on Puck's thigh, feeling herself getting wetter by the second. She had her eyes tightly shut, focusing on her own pleasure and completely forgetting about who she was rubbing against.

Puck noticed, her girlfriend had never done that. She had never been so eager. This was such a turn on. His hands shot to her ass, pushing her harder on himself. Santana whimpered, and kept going, not looking once at the boy.

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"I'm home!" Esteban exclaimed as her opened the door. He looked tired, obiously from driving, but what still happy to be back, and get to snuggle with his beautiful girlfriend.

As she heard her boyfriend's voice, Brittany stood up from the couch, and walked quickly to the entrance, wrapping her arms tightly against Esteban. Not feeling like kissing him.

"How are you, you look tired" The blonde said concerned, her hand going to the boy's face. Esteban smiled in her hand, and placed a kiss inside of it.

"I'm alright long ride though" As he continued walking towards the kitchen to grab a coke, he continued talking " How did it go? Did she try to kill you?"

That's not how I'd put it, Brittany thought…even though now I think about it…

"Everything fine" Brittany smiled sweetly. But then she decided to get her revenge, and ruin Santana's night. Smiling even more internally, she continued talking in a voice smoother than ever.

"I was wondering though…" She started, her finger playing with something only she could see, on the bar counter.

"What?" Esteban inquired, not really paying much attention at Brittany.

"Is Santana allowed to have boys in her room at night?" That's it, it's out. The blonde kept out a perfect poker face, her face looking so innocent.

When Esteban didn't answer right away, but turned to Brittany with an 'what did you say, and why are you asking ' look in his eyes.

"Because I know she's a teenage and everything, but I didn't know you parents…or you for that matter…where that easy going with her." Brittany insisted, clearly manipulating Esteban. This is working.

"No, Brittany. Of course, she's not allowed. She's seventeen!" Esteban almost shouted, concerned for his little sister now.

"Why?" Esteban asked looking into his girlfriend's eyes, waiting for her answer to storm to her sister's bedroom.

"Hum…Because her boyfriend is upstairs with her now." The blonde almost muttered, eyes looking down. Nailing her act perfectly.

"What? Why did you let them? How long ago?" The boy asked quickly, now worried that something might happen. The parents would kill him.

"She said she was allowed to! I don't know 10-15 minutes" Brittany said defending herself and shrugging her shoulders.

"Fuck Brittany!" With that, Esteban slamed his soda on the counter, and headed upstairs, almost running.

The blonde followed quickly, not wanting to miss the scene.

Esteban arrived in front of Santana's closed door. Deciding it was better to knock he did once. Not getting an answer, he swung the door open and almost choked at what he saw.

Santana was lying on Puck, shirt off, her black lace bra on full display, legs spread so her center was tightly pressing against the boy's thigh, she looked completely and utterly turned on. And so did the boy beneath her. Music was playing. And it seemed they had just froze when the door opened.

Santana's head was towards the door, eyes wide with shock. How the fuck did he know?

And then she saw her. Brittany was standing just behind Esteban, smiling smugly, arms folded on her chest, and eyes dark as she eyed the brunette's almost bare back. She fucking told him.

"What the hell Esteban? Que coño haces?" Santana jumped off Puck and put her shirt against her, to try and cover her cleavage.

"Excuse me? What the hell are YOU doing Santana?" Esteban shouted taking a step forward.

Puck started to get scared, so he quickly got out of bed, grabbed his things and walked out the room

"I gotta go! See you at School Santana" The Mohawk guy said hastily.

As he walked by Esteban, Santana's brother fists shut thightly, but he controlled himself, letting the teenage boy walk out.

Santana just stood there, furious at the blonde and ashamed before her brother.

"You know you can't have guys here! Mom and dad would kill me if they knew!" Esteban tried to put some reason in his sister's mind.

"I know! I just wanted to have some fun, where's the harm?" Santana replied, not caring too much.

"Yeah Esteban, where's the harm?" Brittany's voice pierced through Santana's ears, as she shot her a death glare. Why the hell are you talking right now?

Esteban just looked at his girlfriend, astonished she was defending his sister.

"I mean they're teenagers…"Brittany started but was harshly interrupted by Santana.

"You're such a hypocrite! You told him! Couldn't you just keep your fucking mouth shut?" Santana shouted at the blonde, the older girl's attitude driving her crazy.

Brittany's eyebrow quirked at the girls sentence, grinning slightly, and deciding on teasing her more.

"I thought you liked the sound of my voice" Brittany dared saying.

Esteban looked at his girlfriend not quite understanding what this was about, but surely not liking it at all.

Santana gasped at the blonde's last words. And she felt her stomach do flips. Fuck me. She didn't just say that. The brunette's mouth falled slitghly not even remembering what the conversation was about. Her brother's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Okay, Brittany please, I'd like to talk to my sister, alone." Esteban just wanted to talk quietly and easily with her sister, without her tensing up everytime the blonde said something.

Brittany shrugged her shoulders, muttered an "Of course" and left the room. There, you wanted to play, you got it. Meet Brittany S. Pierce. The blonde thought as she left the room, if the latina thought she could play with her she was wrong, been there, done that.

Esteban and Santana were left alone. As Santana put her shirt back on, her brother came to sit on the bed, indicating for her to sit beside him.

"Look, I'm sorry for interrupting. It sure looked like you were having a good time" Esteban didn't like bothering her sister, he'd love to be the open brother, letting her do anything she wanted. But he couldn't, he cared to much.

"I was.." Santana said, smiling at her brother. God, I love him. I just can't be mad at him.

Esteban chuckled, and pulled Santana into a hug.

"Its hard for you to get along with her isn't it?" The boy asked, looking back at his little sister.

"She has quite a temper" Santana let out. But she is so hot, I want to just rip her clothes off..i just can't control it.. The latina felt bad for her brother, she didn't want to hurt him. And this thing happening between the blonde girl and her, was so not easy to understand.

"So do you. I figured it would be interesting" Esteban smile.

"How did you two meet?" Santana asked, getting more confortable on the bed. She wanted to know more, more about this girl that was driving her mad.

"In a club. She was with her friends, I was with mine. And then I saw her dancing. Have you seen her yet?" The Latina's brother inquired softly. The brunette shook her head, no but I definitely can picture it now.

"She is awesome. So beautiful when she dances. She was dancing with her girlfriend, and I was just mesmerized, so I offered her a drink and she accepted it, that's how we met. But I worked hard to get her." Santana brain was just blank by now. Her thoughts stopped at the word 'girlfriend'. What does that mean? Is she..? No. What?

"Hum..girlfriend? You mean a friend?" Santana asked voice clearly shaking.

Esteban just chuckled more at his sister's naivety.

"No baby girl, I mean girlfriend girlfriend." Esteban looked intently at his sister. Santana eyes just grew wide, trying to process what she just heard.

"You know, she's bi." Esteban stated matter of faclty.

All of a sudden, everything became so much clearer in Santana's mind. Oh my god.

"And ..you..Hum…you're okay with it?" The Latina couln't even believe her brother was so open minded, she hadn't expected it.

"Sure, why not. It's not like she is having sex with a girl while she's with me." Esteban sweetly explained, standing up.

"I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted, sleep tight Santanita." Esteban walked out and closed the door.

Leaving a perfectly astonished Santana. Her Brother's word were replaying in her mind.

And all she could think back was, no, what we did does not qualify as sex.

Or does it?

A/N: Does it? Does it? haha

I love messing with Santana's mind!

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