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Brittany couldn't stand watching the two girls anymore. She could swear she had never felt so jealous in her life. The only thing she wanted to do right now was grab the young blonde girl and throw her out of the house, then have her way with Santana. But she knew is was just so fucking wrong to think that.

She is Esteban's sister, for christ's sake. This can't happen, I have to control myself.

Her brain was thinking one way, reasoning her. But her body told her differently, and so did her heart. There was this weird connection and attraction for the brunette, and the blonde dancer coulnd't fight it. Nor deny it.

Brittany was struggling with her feelings, this had come so unexpectedly. She was supposed to be with a boy, an incredible boy. Who loved her. Fuck.

Watching as Quinn and Santana were still standing close to each other in the pool, too close. Brittany decided it was better to just leave them. She quickly got up from the long chair, took her towel and stormed inside the house, straight up to Esteban's room. I have to get away.

So she did, without looking back once.

If she had, she would have seen Santana looking at her. The brunette was quite disappointed by the older blonde's reaction. She had expected some kind of confrontation. Santana had her eyebrows knitted together, still panting from the kiss. She was so turned on, the kiss had been great, but what had been incredible was all the silent communication between her and Brittany. Seeing how the blonde's eyes had darkened as she darted her tongue on Quinn's lips, this had made her so hot, arousal spreading in her whole body, starting from the pit of her stomach.

Santana was so lost in her sensations that she completely ignored Quinn, who was watching her intently still trying to figure out what had happened since she had put a foot in her best friend's house. First, drooling over Brittany and now getting oh so hot and bothered by a kiss. Whit her best friend. What the..?

Quinn took a few steps backwards to try and regain some of her lost focus. This made Santana's eyes come to hers.

"You're a great kisser, Q." Santana said honestly, but still cockily for a reason.

Quinn chuckled and blushed. Why I am blushing now?

"So are you." The young blonde said shyly.

"I know." The brunette replied now way too cockily. But then let out a sincere laugh. Quinn followed sounding fake, trying to hide what she really had felt. She cleared her throat, not knowing what to do or say now, after that.

"Thank you by the way, I think it worked." Santana said motioning to the know empty chair by the pool.

Quinn felt a ping in her heart as she remembered why it had all happened. To get back at Brittany. Even though she didn't understand what that meant, she didn't like it. She realized in that instant that she didn't like being used to make someone else mad or anything. But she still wanted to help her friend, so the blonde said nothing, she shrugged her shoulders.

"So…do you want to watch a movie or something?" Santana asked, not feeling like swimming any more, there was no point now anyway. The brunette was still completely focused on Brittany. Making her jealous, getting back at her. Not even thinking once about the fact that Brittany was her brother's girlfriend. Or what that meant. She was so lost in her own feelings and thoughts.

"Hum..yeah sure." Quinn simply replied. Still recovering and analyzing.

Both girls got out of the pool and dried quickly. The weather was changing rapidly anyway, big clouds darkening the sky. The girls got to Santana's room and changed.

The brunette settled for a very comfy outfit, a pair of grey leggings and a very loose white shirt, not feeling like wearing a bra, she just put on the shirt.

Quinn on the other hand put her dress back on, not wanting to borrow any clothes.

Wanting to watch the movie on a big screen, the young girls went back downstairs. Santana told Quinn to chose the movie, between lots and lots of dvds the blonde chose Black Swan. That made Santana quirk an eyebrow.

"Have you seen it before?" She asked grinning.

"No, but I heard it's good. Why?" Quinn asked innocently.

"Because I was wondering if you had liked our kiss so much you wanted to see how more could turn out to be." Santana teased shrugging a shoulder, and smiling widely.

"What..?" Quinn tried to understand but Santana cut her.

"Shhh you'll see." The brunette said plopping down on the couch.

As Quinn also settled on the couch, the dvd started.

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Brittany was lying in Esteban's bed. She had also changed and was wearing a pair of tight sweats and a tank top. Listening to Otis reading, as she tried to calm down. This situation was driving her mad. This was completely fucked up. She couldn't be playing with this girl. Two reasons: she's 17. Which means she basically has no experience and certainly does not understand a thing that's happening. And, she is her sister, goddamnit.

Brittany sighed deeply, putting her hand on her forehand, and bitting her lip. She knew this was so fracking wrong. But still, Santana was so appealing. So kissable, and fuckable… The blonde groaned at the thought of the younger girl. And now she's always teasing, not having any idea of what she actually does to me. I'm dying to touch her.

Stop. I can't. I shouldn't.

But, oh, how I want to.

Grabbing the pillow above her head, the blonde squeezed it on her face, and muffled a loud scream of frustration. I might die. Litteraly.

Brittany tried to find an explanation. To justify what she felt.

Santana sure is desirable, and the fact that she blushed so easily and gets all shy…this is such a turn on. Besides, it's not like I'm in love with Esteban. I mean, I like him a lot. But it's not love. I can still be attracted to other people. Yes, that's kind of true.

Then a little voice in her head popped into the internal conversation. Normal for other people maybe. Not his SISTER!

Brittany was slowly losing her mind. But she knew her reason was losing the battle. As the only thing she could think of, were Santana's tanned body in the sun, her long hands, her strong thighs, her toned stomach, her incredibly sexy boobs…and how all that would feel under her fingertips, maybe even under her tongue.. The blonde was slowly getting more and more aroused. And she hated herself for that.

The blonde dancer's thoughts went back to the Latina's tongue. When the young brunette had kissed Quinn, how sweet and smooth that tongue had looked. Brittany felt another pang of jealousy shot through her though, because Santana had been kissing another girl. To make her react.

Now Brittany was angry again, and aroused, and frustrated…and so fucking jealous.

Throwing the pillow away, the blonde shot up from bed and decided to go downstairs, see if the young girls were still making out when she wasn't there.

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Santana and Quinn were compltetely enthralled by the movie. Silently appreciating both Natalie Portman's and Mila Kunis' bodies. But not saying it out loud.

The girls were sitting beside each other, but their bodies were not touching at all.

Brittany arrived in the living room, and the first thing she saw was the movie, that she had seen many times, playing on the screen. Interesting choice, she thought.

Taking a few steps closer, she saw the young girls, sitting quite away from each other, and smiled to herself, knowing now surely that everything was just a set up.

Music was blasting, as Brittany had arrived at the best moment. In the movie, both girls were dancing in the club.

"Damn, they're hot." Brittany said, loud enough to make the other two girls slitghly jump from the couch, and look back.

Santana's eyes met Brittany's, who quirked and eyebrow. Saying nothing, the brunette turned her head towards the movie again. Quinn said nothing either, but looked a lot more tense than before. Not knowing what might happen, now that the other blonde was in the living room with them.

Brittany continued advancing, until she reached the couch chair, and plopped in it. She could see the TV but also got a perfect view of the couch, as it was almost facing it. She had a grin on her lips, as her eyes were set on the tv screen appreciating the scene.

Santana gulped, knowing she should do something. Wanting to do something. But she hadn't spoken to Quinn, so she didn't know if the blonde would be okay with it.

Looking at her best friend, the brunette tried to make a decision. When Quinn turned her head towards her and smiled, she saw it as a green light, and slowly put her hand on the blonde's thigh, inching towards her best friend, until they were sitting completely beside each other, shoulders, hips, thighs touching.

This didn't go un-noticed by Brittany. Who found herself enjoying the little show the latina was putting just to impress her. Still feeling jealous. But not letting it show.

Santana's hand was still on Quinn thigh. As the young blonde's breathing seemed to have stopped at the feeling.

On the tv screen, the actresses were now in a cab, one teasing the other.

The three girls eyes were set on the screen now, all three getting aroused by what they saw. None saying a thing about it.

Almost unconsciously, following what her eyes saw, Santana's hand trailed upwards, under Quinn's dress, as her tanned hand touched smooth skin, and caressed it gently.

Quinn almost gasped, not expecting such a blod move.

And Brittany's eyes averted from the TV, to look at Santana's hand, knitting her eyebrows, wanting to stop the brunette's hand…but still enjoying the show.

Quinn was feeling hot, it was hard for her to keep concentrating on the movie. She almost closed her eyes, as she felt Santana's hand continue it's journey, feeling it come dangerously close to her center.

Santana didn't even think about what she was doing, lost in the movie, her feelings and her arousal.

Suddenly, Quinn's eyes turned away from the tv, and caught Brittany's gaze. When the young girl saw the jealous and dark look of the other blonde, she was pulled out of her trance. Quinn once again realized what Santana was doing, was she had only started when Brittany entered the living room. And she now didn't want to keep playing, she felt used. And didn't like it.

Santana hadn't expected it. She felt a gentle hand grab her wrist and stop her hand from going higher. The brunette's gaze met her best friend's, with a questioning look.

"I..uh… I just…I remembered…I gotta go." Quinn stutteterd miserably, looking for an excuse, anything, to get out of there. The blonde cheerio quickly stood and ran to the door, without giving Santana the time to even go back after her.

The latina was left dumbfounded at that. What did she run?

"You can't play with people like that." Brittany answered her unspoken question.

Santana sighed, annoyed. Not controlling anything anymore, without Quinn, her plan couldn't work.

The Brunette plopped back into the couch. And looked at Brittany.

Now she thought about it, Santana didn't know if the older blonde had been talking about Quinn or herself.

"What do you mean?" She asked, wanting to get an answer.

"Your poor friend there." Brittany said soflty.

"What makes you think I was playing?" The brunette asked, already feeling as if she was loosing all her game.

"Well…the way you looked at me, when you kissed her." The blonde said, her eyes now set on the latina's.

Santana's diverted to the ground, closing her eyes she sighed.

"We have to stop that." Brittany said, now sounding like a condescending mother.

The latina only chuckled.

"I mean it Santana. This can't keep going. I'm with Esteban." The dancer said strongly.

"That didn't bother you when we were in my room. When you made me fucking come." Santana replied harshly, getting angry at what the blonde was saying. Talking to her like if she was some sort of child.

"I didn't make you come. I helped you through it." Brittany tried to correct her, making the brunette snort.

"You made me come, Brittany." Santana said, now feeling confident as the blonde girl was trying to deny what she was feeling. Santana stood up, and went to sit near Brittany. Watching her move, the blonde shifted to move away.

But Santana caught her forearm. Her face inching closer to the blonde, who was struggling not to look the other girl in the eye.

"You did." Santana said again, her face stopping inches away from the blonde. Her mouth close the the other girl's ear.

"No." Brittany insisted.

"This is not fair, what you're doing. First you have fun with me, you tease me, make me want you. Confuse me. And now, now that you see you could have me. You run away. Not fair, Brittany." Santana said trying to seduce the blonde, her hand rubbing back and forth on the older girl's arm, giving her goosebumps.

"Stop it, Santana. I'm with your fucking brother, don' you see?" The dancer kept repeating the same excuse over and over again, trying to convince Santana but mostly herself.

"The only thing I see Britt…is you, denying this. " As she said those words, Santana's hand boldly trailed down brittany's arm, to her stomach where she drew small patterns with her fingertips, making the blonde shiver.

"Damn it, stop." Brittany said, now closing her eyes, her hands clutching the sides of the couch.

"I won't." Santana said shaking her head stubbornly, her breathing becoming heavier as her hand dipped lower, to the space where Brittany's shirt had rose a little, and a soft skin was showing.

The Brunette hand came to caress the smooth skin there, making the blonde dancer whimper and bite her lip.

"I just want to do to you, what you did to me" The latina soflty explained, kissing right under the blonde's ear, tongut darting out to lick the skin there.

Brittany gasped loudly, her knuckled turning white from cluthing the couch so hard. She was so fucking turned on right now, she could feel herself dripping, and was aching for release. Fuck me.

"God…Santana…" Brittany whimpered completely losing her resolve. Boy how it's wrong.

Santana too was lost in her desire not even considering what consequences this could have. She had never been so turned on in her life. And for the first time, having Brittany whimpering like this was driving her wild.

"Just say you want me to" The brunette dared, breathing hotly on the blonde's neck.

"I…Just…" Brittany was fighting a lost battle, this was so hard. Her body was aching, she could feel herself clench.

"Please…Touch me." The blonde finally said, her head turning slitghly towards the latina's. Her eyes set on the brunette's so full lips. Santana's eyes kept going back and forth between the blonde's eyes and lips, wanting to kiss her. But feeling like this might be weirdly too intimate.

Both girls were almost panting, faces so close.

Brittany closed her eyes as she felt Santana's hand finally go lower, and cupping her center in own swift move.

"Oh god yes"

A/N: Aaaaaaand, Cliffhanger! Haha don't hate me!

You guys must know by now that i'm a tease! ;-)

Soooo Santana finally got to win over Brittany, huh?

And poor Quinn..!

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