A/N: Hellooooo! I just felt like i had to give you more!
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The alarm went off at around 10am. Santana groaned, opening her eyes but closing them quickly as the light was way too bright. She turned off the alarm and got out of bed.
Putting on some music, she opened her drawers to looking for the perfect outfit. The brunette woke up thinking about putting her plan into action. Today, she was going to make the blonde currently living at her house, completely crazy. Santana had thought everything down, evey little detail so that she could feel perfectly in control. She needed to win this time, she couldn't stand anymore the little smirk appearing on the blonde's lips every time she managed to have the last word. And most of all, the Latina wanted Brittany to feel like she did, frustrated, horny and…well frustrated.
This is so on. Santana thought as she grabbed a tight pair of diesel jeans, and dark red flannel shirt. She knew red was her color, the contrast with her skin was so hot. The brunette grabbed everything she needed and headed to the bathroom, to prepare herself for the day that was to come. I won't lose control this time. She tries to convince herself.
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Brittany stirred, waking up slowly. Sunday. She liked Sundays. The one day when doing nothing is actually okay, and no one will blame you. Perfect.
Esteban had plans with a few old friends, some sort of football tournament, with a lot of sweaty guys running everywhere to catch a stupid not even round ball. I'll pass.
Brittany thought about her day, already enjoying the fact that she had nothing to do. And would do exactly that. No thing. At all.
Esteban was already up, fumbling through the room, preparing his stuff. He bended over the bed and gave a quick peck to Brittany, whispering a light "See you tonight" and disappearing through the door.
Brittany just turned around in bed, facing the window, and decided to sleep in. Just one more hour.
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Santana got out of the shower, dried her hair a little, and started getting ready.
Like always she applied cream on her body, not missing any part. She waxed in the shower, so her legs where perfect, just as the little Brazilian triangle between her legs. She decided on letting her hair fall on her shoulders, applied just a little make up, got dressed, and looked at her own reflection.
She smiled at herself, pleased with what she saw. Her hair was falling in waves, her mouth was naturraly red and her lips full, her shirt had the first three buttons open, that showed just enough cleavage, if she bended you could see the beginnings of her black lace bra, and her jeans fit her so damn perfectly, showing her round ass.
The brunette got out of the bathroom, walking bare feet. Arriving in her room, she grabbed her phone. Quinn had told her yesterday that she'd be there around 11am, to spend the day with her. Just as the Latina had requested.
Santana sighed at the minutes she still had to wait. She was so impatient. The brunette had spent all night thinking about her plan, it was perfect in her head. But would Quinn agree? After all, her best friend was known to be a little uptight, a lot actually. But Santana believed that for her, she would do anything. Even with that in mind, the brunette still felt nervous. Not only about Quinn reaction, but about Brittany's.
Until now, every time she had tried to stand her ground before the older blonde, she had miserably failed. Not having enough control on her body reactions, or just not having enough repartee. She is so freaking good. Not this time though. I know she wants me, that much is pretty clear. And as from yesterday, I know she is jealous. Jealous of anyone touching me or making out with me… That is definitely something I want to explore.
Santana always was the one to suffer from the blonde's game. This time I will mess with her mind, see how much longer she can play this little game.
The latina was passing time on her computer and thinking about Brittany when her phone buzzed.
Be there in five. Q
Smiling, the brunette stood up and got out of her room to head downstairs. Doing so, she quicly realzed that Brittany was still sleeping, or at least in her brother's room.
Getting downstairs and pouring orange juice in two glasses, Santana noticed a little piece of paper on the counter.
"I'm off with the boys for the day. Be nice with eachother. E" Santana scoffed as she read the message. Oh I'll be nice.
As the cheerio drank her orange juice, the doorbell rang.
Quickly getting the door, Santana opened it in a quick motion, revieling Quinn.
The blonde young girl was wearing a light yellow sundress, with little green flowers on it. So Quinn.
She was smiling widely, happy to spend the day with her best friend.
"Hey Q! Come in! I'm so glad you could come!" Santana said a little too excitedly. Quinn followed her in the house.
"Thanks for inviting me! It's been a while since we actually spent time together." Quinn said soflty, almost sadly.
"What are you saying? We see each other all the time! School…cheerios…parties..!" Santana exclaimed, reassuring her friend.
"Yeah..but I'm just glad to spend time with you!" The pretty blonde said honestly, smiling at Santana.
The brunette returned her smile, not really knowing what her best friend meant, but still being glad she was there.
Both girls entered the kitchen and sat on the stools across the counter, facing each other.
Quinn gladly drank the orange juice and watched as Santana shifted on her seat. What's going on, is she nervous?
"San what's wrong? What was the favor?" Quinn inquired, now getting worried at her friends attitude was really not normal.
"I..well I need you, to help me with something" Santana started to explain, not really knowing how to put it for Quinn not to leave her house running.
"Okay… With what?" The young blonde insisted.
Santana then decided that it would be best to explain everything that happened to her friend. Well, not everything, purposely missing the part where she was whimpering and coming apart because of the blonde's words, that day in her bed. Not that. But she did tell Quinn about all the other times that Brittany had teased her, annoyed her, played with her.
Quinn listened intently, not quite believing what she heard. Santana Lopez gotten thrown down her game? Left speechless? Could that actually happen? Jesus, that girl must definitely be something.
"So…now I want my revenge" Santana said, finishing her monologue.
At the words, and the silence that came after them, Quinn was pulled out of her thoughts.
"Hum…excuse me?" She asked, not understanding her best friend's last sentence.
"I want to get back at her." Santana said, more precisely.
"And you need me for that …how?" Quinn asked, now clearly not getting where this was going.
"I need you to kiss me. In front of her." Santana said, settling with plain honesty and straight forwardness.
Quinn's eyes grew wide. What?
"What? Why? No!" The blonde almost screamed.
"Why would you want to do that? I mean.. I really don't get anything that's happening here…are you… do you…? What do you want with her?" The blonde cheerio snapped, talking faster than ever, and now pacing through the kitchen.
Santana chuckled lightly, watching her best friend getting that nervous about a little kiss. Santana followed her friend, and grabbed her by the shoulders, stopping her from walking around.
"Relax Quinn. I just want to piss her off." Yeah, act your usual bitch. " And I need you to help me. Come on, it'll be fun! " Santana tried again, pushing Quinn's shoulder lightly, trying to ease the tension.
Quinn just snorted, not looking in her best friend's eyes.
"Think of it as practice" Santana continued, really wanting her friend to agree.
Quinn's gaze locked into Santana's, quirking an eyebrow. And finally laughing wholeheartedly. The brunette followed, enjoying how the blonde was not so tense now.
"Okay…so you want us to kiss. In front of her. When?" Quinn now wanted to know all details, if she was going to do this, she'd do it right.
"I don't know yet. At the right moment. I was thinking maybe we could go swimming and then I'd kiss you." Santana explained her plan to the blonde.
Quinn seemed to think it was a good idea. As she nodded. The brunette felt more confident now the blonde had agreed to play along with her, so she decided to try her luck.
"Could we..uh…you know…be all touchy feely when she wakes up?" The Latina asked sheepishly.
Quinn thought about it for a second. I really don't understand what she wants to get out of that girl Brittany. But settling on the fact that Santana was her friend after all, she'd go along with it.
"Hum..yeah sure." The young blonde nodded. Making Santana smile at her. Both girls stared at each other for a few seconds before starting to laugh. Until a voice interrupted them.
"What's so funny?" There was standing Brittany. By the kitchen door, wearing just a long shirt, that barely covered the beginning of her thigh, just as usual.
Santana looked at Brittany, her smile disappearing. And then she looked at Quinn. What she saw there deeply bothered her.
Quinn was looking intently at Brittany, mouth slightly agape, rendered completely speechless by the other blonde in front of her. You have got to be kidding me, Santana thought.
Clearing her throat, the brunette put her arm on the small of Quinn's back. That action didn't go unnoticed by Brittany. Nor Quinn, who didn't expect Santana to start directly with this…thing she was up to.
"Hey B, this is Quinn, my best friend. She's spending the day here..with me." Santana almost purred. Game on.
Brittany eyed Quinn up and down. And said nothing, not even a hi to Quinn. Her gaze retruning to Santana, and the arm that was against Quinn. Brittany knitted her eyebrows together. But asked nothing.
"Well, I'll just be outside having breakfast" The older blonde said, going through the kitchen to grab what she needed.
Leaving the two younger girls alone a few seconds later.
"Well she's rude. She could have said hello" Quinn said as soon as the older girl couldn't hear them.
"Told ya." The brunette replied, glad that Brittany's attitude was proving her point. Santana still was intrigued as to Quinn reaction to the other girl though.
"So…what did you think of her?" The brunette asked innocently.
"She's smoking, no wonder your brother fell for her" Quinn said, almost harshly. Struggling with what she had felt when she saw Brittany, this weird tingles in the pit of her stomach.
Santana decided not to bother her friend more, and continue with her plan she pulled Quinn by the arm. Both girls went downstairs and put on their bikinis. Santana was growing more and more excited to see how Brittany would react.
When the young girls arrived to the swimming pool, Brittany was lying on a long chair, her shirt hanging by the chair. Santana hadn't noticed that the older blonde had her bathing suit on earlier. So now, Brittany was there, sunbathing by the pool in her perfect light blue bikini.
Sighing deeply. This was not supposed to go that way. Stick to the plan. Stick to it. She tried to concentrate.
Quinn and Santana lied their towels on two long chairs. Santana was wearing a black bikini,the bra had no strings, it showed her shoulders in the most amazing way.
And Quinn was wearing a bright red bikini, classic but efficient.
Brittany noticed as the two girls sat down on the chairs, whispering to each other. She also noticed when Santana grabbed the sun lotion. Quinn layed down on her stomach, and Santana poured some cream on her back, to then soflty apply it to her whole back. Brittany watched intently Santana's hands…wishing for them to be on her back instead.
Santana was thoroughly concentrated on what she was doing, and watching by the corner of her eye, behind her sunglasses, as Brittany was staring at them. Feeling more confident, Santana let her hands fall on the small of Quinn's back, just above the waistband of her bikini panties, and caressed just there.
Brittany's breath became heavy. Fuck, her hands look soft.
Quinn, on the other hand, was enjoying the massage. A little too much maybe. She had not imagined that Santana's hands would be so soft against her, so gentle. The girl was so mean all the time, to everybody. That her touch was certainly a contrast. And she loved it. Quinn gasped as she suddenly felt something unexpected.
Santana had quickly bent over, and applied a soft kiss on Quinn's shoulder. Indicating she was finished with the lotion.
Brittany's body tensed at the sight, a pang of jealous shooting through her.
This didn't go unnoticed by Santana, who watched as the older blonde's abs tightened, and whimpered at the sight. Wanting to feel those abs under her fingertips, under her lips…lick on them. Fuck, keep control. Stick to the plan. It's getting too hot.
Santana turned around and jumper head first in the water. Feeling relieved as she felt cooler instantly.
Quinn was left with her skin burning where Santana had kissed her, she wasn't expecting to feel this. First the tingles because of the other blonde, and now this….what is the matter with me?
Brittany gaze on the other hand, was focused on Santana as she jumped in the water. The dancer wanting nothing more than for the cheerio to come out of the water, body dripping, skin glistening… she just wished she could have her way with her.
As Santana's head appeared In the surface though, Brittany was thrown aback by what she heard.
"Hey Q, why don't you join me?" Santana asked, in a purposely sexy voice. Wanting to push Brittany more.
Quinn just turned around in her chair and looked at Santana, who was stunning. With water up to her waist, her cleavage shinning in the sun, raven hair on her shoulders, with a big smile upon her face. Quinn didn't reply, instead she turned her face towards Brittany. The older blonde was looking at her with knitted eyebrows, not quite getting what was happening and wondering whether the young blonde cheerio would do as Santana told her.
And she did. Quinn jumped in the water, quickly resurfacing just in front of Santana.
Brittany's breathe caught in her throat. What the hell? Am I seeing things here?
The latina's breathing was now heavier. This is it. Now or never. Santana put her hand out of the water, and motioned for Quinn to come near her with her finger, grinning slightly. Quinn quickly followed her best friend's little game, and took a step forward, then two, until the brunette was sandwiched between the pool's wall and her blonde best friend.
Brittany closed her eyes, and opened them again. Just to be sure she was actually seiing that. Is this a game? Has she been teasing me since this morning? First the hand on her back, then the suncream massage…now this? What the..!
Seeing that Quinn was struggling with what to do, or how, Santana decided to walk the blonde through it.
"Caress my face with your hand" Santana said quietly, completely sure that Brittany couldn't hear them.
Quinn did as she was told, running her fingers on her best friend's jaw. Feeling confident, she took a step forward. Their bodies almost touching.
Quinn could see Santana's breathing become quicker. Was it because of her, or beacue of Brittany watching she didn't know. Quinn found herself enjoying the whole situation, seeing Santana like this was definitely a turn on. She had never seen her friend so still, gently asking for something.
Quinn run her thumb on Santana's bottom lip, making the brunette gasp at the unexpected action.
Brittany was still staring at the interaction between both girls. Feeling something boil inside of her, seeing how Santana seemed to enjoy what her friend was doing. And wanting to just jump in there too, and show Santana how no one could be better than her. No one would make her feel as good as she could.
"Kiss me" Santana whispered, almost inaudibly.
Quinn looked one last time in her best friend's eyes, seeing hope and playfulness in them. Quinn closed the gap separating their faces. And their lips touched.
Brittany almost jumped off of her seat. Now she was furious, and sure Santana was doing it on purpose.
The blonde dancer just watched, as she saw Santana deepening the kiss. Slowly opening her lips, and darting her tongue outside, running it on Quinn's closed ones, asking for entrance. Quinn quickly obliged, opening her mouth too, their tongues met, in a sensual kiss. Quinn almost moaning at the sensation, this had never felt so good. Her hands went to the Brunette's face, as she pulled her more into the kiss, completely opening her mouth.
Brittany was losing it. Burning from jealousy. And then Santana opened her eyes, her face had just the perfect angle so she could look directly into the older blonde's. Holding her gaze, as she continued to deeply kiss Quinn.
Still looking into the blonde dancer's eyes, Santana ran her tongue on Quinn's lips, teasing her, then taking her bottom lip between her teeth and sucking gently on it. Driving both blonde girls insane. Quinn from the kiss itself, and Brittany from the intent staring and the insinuations Santana was making.
This is a fucking game. She's using Quinn to tease me, to turn me on as much as I did to her. Now, I wasn't expecting that from her.
Santana winked at Brittany, as she resumed her kiss, plunging her tongue one last time into Quinn's mouth, rubbing it against the young blonde's one. And making her whimper.
Quinn eyes slowly opened, as she realized no one had ever kiss her like that. Her heart was beating faster, and she could swear she was aroused by this. No, I can't be. No, no, no.
Santana smiled slightly feeling quite proud of herself, as she had seen Brittany's reaction, her eyes darkening and her chest raising and falling rapidly. Gotcha.
Brittany was now seating on the chair, her eyes set on Santana, not even a bit ashamed or concerned about her leering. She just couldn't stand it anymore. This was to fucking much. Gone too far.
She wanted only one thing, and she was going to get it.
Today.
A/N: Hahaha! Will Brittany finally get what she wants? Hum?
Aaaah, and i think someone's going to get their feeling's hurt!
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