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Brittany was sitting on the bed, playing with the strings on her guitar, waiting patiently for Esteban to return. She understood perfectly that the siblings needed time alone. She felt quite proud of herself tonight. Messing with Santana was even more fun than she expected. And tonight, the brunette certainly had surprised her. She would never have thought that the Latina would still do something with Puck after what happened. Guess she's not that much of a little girl.
The blonde was put out of her thoughts as Esteban opened the door, and entered the bedroom .
"What was that about?" Esteban asked eyebrows knitted and letting out an annoyed sigh.
Brittany just kept her eyes on her guitar, not paying attention to her boyfriend.
"What do you mean?" She replied slyly, still playing a few notes.
Esteban tensed seeing how Brittany didn't even try to look like she gave a shit. He walked towards her and grabbed roughly her guitar, pulling it out of her hands.
"What the hell was that?" The tall boy asked, now looking deeply in Brittany's eyes.
The blonde eyes still looked innocent and slightly playful.
"Nothing. Why? What did I do?" Brittany replied, trying to look concerned.
"You're doing it on purpose! Can't you see she's in a difficult time? She should look up to you, not hate you!" Esteban let out exasperated. How he wished the two girls could get along more.
"I'm not doing anything Esteban. In fact, I'm trying to be nice to her." Brittany stated sternly.
"Really? Is that why she snaps every time you open your mouth? What did you do to her?" The brown eyed boy was not trying to understand what was going on between the girls.
I made her come. Brittany thought, and a small smile appeared on her lips. Quickly erasing it, she looked up towards Esteban, and doing a desperate motion with her hands she tried to give an explanation.
"Well, you tell me! You know her!" The blonde said letting out a now annoyed breath.
Esteban just didn't understand a thing that was happening, he had this weird feeling that both girls were hiding something, but what he just had no idea.
"Look, I just want you two to get along. She could use an older girl friend right now, she's struggling with a lot of stuff…" The boy said, sitting by Brittany and putting his hand on the small of her back. After all it was true, both girls could be great friends.
"I don't know Esteban, I'm not sure if she would want that." Brittany said sincerely. It was getting harder and harder to be near Santana without both of them screaming or getting sexually frustrated, and the blonde didn't know which was worse.
"Don't be silly. Why don't you go talk to her? I don't know maybe apologize for telling me?" Esteban hinted sweetly, caressing his girlfriend's back.
Brittany scoffed, not believing what she was hearing. She got up from the bed, not wanting to feel Esteban's hand on her.
"Excuse me? Why should I apologize? Didn't you say I was right to tell you?" The hell I'm saying sorry to her.
"Of course you were honey. But just…she doesn't understand. I think she felt betrayed." The boy explained more precisely, really wishing that Brittany would just go and make things better.
"I …don't get it. You want me to tell her, that I'm sorry. Just so that she'll talk to me again. Even though I did the right thing and have nothing to be sorry for?" The blonde tried to sum up the situation, pacing through the bedroom.
"Exactly." Esteban replied simply. Glad his girlfriend understood.
"Well no! I fucking won't apologize to her!" Brittany exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.
God, she's so stubborn, Esteban thought.
"Look, please just do it. For me?" Esteban stood up, to be directly in front of Brittany, putting his hands on her face, as if going to kiss her.
The last thing the blonde wanted right now was for Esteban to kiss her, she had so much other things on her mind…like full, luscious red lips, and wavy raven hair. Just to escape the boy's embrace, just sighed deeply and gave in.
"Alright." Brittany gave a very quick almost nonexistent peck on Esteban's lips and opened the door to head to Santana's room.
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Santana was still trying to process what just happened.
She cockblocked me. She fucking cockblocked me! Why the hell would she do that? I thought she was trying to help me with all this, she did help me indeed.
The Latina was still aroused from her make out session with Puck, damn she had felt so close. She couldn't admit thought that what got her really aroused was thinking of Brittany's voice, Brittany's lips, hands, fingers…God, this is driving me insane. And besides, now that she knew the blonde was bi, she just couldn't help but think more about her…feeling slightly more comfortable with her thoughts.
Just as the brunette fell back into her bed, sighing deeply. Someone knocked on her door.
Raising a little, to just be sitting on her bed, legs spread on it, and hands supporting her, she wondered what Esteban could want again, taking a quick look around her room, checking if maybe he had forgotten something, she said:
"Come in, te olvidaste algo?" Santana asked, still looking for an unknown thing, not seeing how came in her room. As she heard the door click, indicating it had been closed, the Latina's head turned and she saw her.
Brittany closed the door by pushing on it with her back. Hands behind her, she was now resting against the door, looking at Santana.
The Latina could feel her cheeks burn. From anger, frustration or want, she didn't quite know.
"What the fuck are you doing here now?" The brunette hissed, coming to sit on the edge of her bed.
"Your brother wants me to apologize." Brittany stated, deciding on being honest, and wanting it to be clear, that she herself didn't want to apologize.
"And so…you just came here running?" Santana said quirking an eyebrow, feeling lie teasing the older girl. With the new information she had, she felt like she could actually top Brittany at their game.
Brittany said nothing, just kept looking intently at the Latina, trying to figure out where she wanted to go with this. Watching as Santana shifted under her gaze, clearly not comfortable with her just standing there and staring at her.
"I didn't picture you for the 'little puppy' type" The brunette said, raising her chin, as if challenging the blonde. She saw how the older girl reacted to her words.
It was Brittany's turn to quirk an eyebrow. Not quite believing what she heard. Oh really? Let's play.
"You think you know what type I am?" Brittany simply inquired, arching her back a little, giving Santana a very nice view of her cleavage, shown by a very loose t shirt.
That seemed to throw Santana off her game. And Brittany noticed.
"Huh…Tell me Santanita. What type do you think I am?" Brittany continued, pushing the younger girl's buttons. As the blonde spoke, she pulled at the bottom of her t shirt, putting it tightly against herself, and showing Santana how her nipples were hard under the shirt, poking through it.
The cheerio flinched at the nickname, and gulped visibly when her eyes darted towards Brittany's chest. She couldn't find words, it seemed that her voice had completely and utterly disappeared. Her eyes where fixed on the blonde's breasts, only wanting to stand up and touch them, palm them…fucking suck on them.
Wanting to push the thoughts aside, Santana closed her eyes tightly, squeezing them shut. She heard Brittany's chuckle, and suddenly wanted to punch the other girl in the face for making her so ashamed of herself. How can she just make me want to jump her one second and the minute after make me want to choke her?
Taking a deep breath, Santana opened her eyes. Only to see the blonde still standing there, breathing heavily…I could swear her eyes are a darker shade of blue right now.
Brittany wasn't finished though.
"Tell me. Did you manage to come with your little boy ?" Brittany asked this time more harshly.
It suddenly hit Santana. Could it be? Was she jealous? Holy shit, she is!
"Oh my..Are you jealous now, Brittany?" The Brunette suddenly felt more confident at the thought. And the fact that the other girl's nipples weren't in her face anymore made it easier to think.
Brittany was thrown aback by the younger girl's statement. Am I Jealous? Fuck, I am. I don't want anybody to see her come, I'm the only one who did until now and I like it that why.
Santana saw how the blonde internally struggled with her thoughts. And smiled to herself, feeling kind of proud even though she had done nothing special.
"Why…I'm flattered." Santana added, smiling more visibly now. My turn to play.
"To answer your question, I would have come, if you had waited five more minutes before telling on me." The Latina said quietly, watching intently the other girl's reaction.
Brittany's eyes never left Santana's as they narrowed. Fuck, she's getting better at this game.
"Why did you tell my brother though? Couldn't stand the thought of someone else making me come?" Santana dared saying. I know you want me. And now you know I know.
"You didn't come though." Brittany said simply shrugging her shoulders.
"I bet you're still wet." The blonde added, eyes set on Santana's. Watching as the cheerios eyes darkened in a second, and her mouth fell open. Not expecting at all the blonde's words. Brittany grinned seeing the blush creep back to the brunette's cheeks.
"I bet you're just waiting for me to leave to touch yourself." The blonde kept going, wanting to know how far she could go. She saw how Santana was shifting, seeming to be more and more uncomfortable. Until Santana stood up and, went to her desk.
The brunette just needed to put more space between her and Brittany. God, I feel so hot right now. How the hell does she manage to turn the situation in her favor everytime? Santana decided on tiding her desk, quickly putting the books and paper together. She could feel blue eyes on her.
Brittany just smirked to herself at the younger girl's reaction. She took a few steps forward, until she was standing just behind Santana. Not touching her, but feeling her body heat against her front anyway.
Santana shivered as she felt the blonde coming closer. Oh god, please back away.
"You talk a big game. But you can't take it." Brittany whispered against the cheerio's neck. Intently breathing on her neck, watching goosebumps appear on her skin.
Santana shivered once again, trying to control her body. Her hands gripped the edge of her desk as she tried to hold back a moan.
"You shouldn't tease me like that." Brittany continued, raising her hands, stopping them just before they touched the brunette's hips.
Santana gulped and tried to find her voice as she wanted to reply to that. Me teasing you? You are the one doing that every single second!
"I…uh…you're the one that teases me." Santana tried, her voice shaking as she tried to defense herself.
Brittany chuckled and let her hands fall on the Latina's hips, squeezing them a little. Making the brunette whimper.
"Mmmm, but unlike you…I put my money were my mouth is" Brittany said, softly letting her hands roam on the Latina's stomach, just breathing hot her on her neck, and watching the other young girl fall apart in her arms.
Santana knew she couldn't do anything, she was lost in her own game. This girl is the devil. I can't resist her. The brunette closed her eyes, lost in the feeling of the blonde's hands on her, silently wishing for them to keep going and cursing herself for wanting that.
But suddenly a shiver ran through her as she felt cold. The soft hands had disappeared, and Brittany's body was no longer near hers. She turned around quickly, in time to see Brittany heading towards the door.
She wanted to tell her to stay, to keep going…but she just couldn't. God, how I hate that I love what she does to me.
Before exiting the Latina's room, Brittany looked back smiling knowingly.
"Sweet dreams" She said as she went out and closed the door.
Once outside, Brittany let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Christ, that was close. I feel like a lose any kind of control when I'm near her. And now she keeps getting better at this, she's so fucking hot. If she reacts like that when the only thing I do is breath on her neck, I wonder how she would feel when I breathe on her…Oh dear lord, please help me.
Brittany headed once more to take a long shower, and try to erase the deep brown eyes from her mind.
Inside her room, Santana was left panting. This is getting worse every time we speak. I hate that she just makes me lose my game. I can't seem to find anything to fire back at her. She's just so good at this, it makes me crazy. And the fact that this is so forbidden, it only makes it weirdly better. So fucking better.
And god she's right, I'm wet. Even wetter now. I wish she had stayed , maybe she could have helped me again…I bet next time she won't be able to control herself. Just like a feel I won't either.
I just have to find a way to push her. Just like she does to me.
Santana suddenly had an idea. How did I not think of this? The brunette quickly got to her night table, grabbing her phone and looking through the numbers.
Finding the one she was looking for, she quickly typed a text.
Q, I need a favor. Could you come at mine's tomorrow?
The reply didn't take long in coming, just the time for the Brunette to put on her pajamas.
Sure, I'll be there, count on me.
Santana loved how she could always rely on Quinn. Her best friend didn't even want to know what was the favor before agreeing on coming.
The Latina just hoped that Quinn would be okay with this. Because she was sure it would make Brittany go crazy.
Now Britt-Britt, we'll see if you can take it.
A/N/ Bam! Ah, you were a few to ask for it! So i'm obliging to your every wishes. But still making you wait for it...! hehe
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