A/N: Took on board what some of you wanted to see in this chapter :) I hope you enjoy it!
I laughed alot at one of the reviews even though it wasn't a positive one, but either way it made me chuckle the way it was worded.
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p.s didn't have time to edit, sorry for any mistakes!
In front of my eyes was the nicest smelling hair I've ever had the pleasure of being in the presence of. I giggle at my inner thoughts and Santana shifts beside me. Her nose is just below my chin and her fingers grasp my shirt as she stretches. Her naked front pushes into me as her body arches and I try and hold the gasp aching in my throat. It's even worse that I'm naked as well and her skin against mine feel as though there is ecstasy coursing through my veins. I haven't ever tried the drug but I'm sure this some what euphoric state is what it would feel like. She sighs and the air travels from her lips to my neck. I shiver and she notices because I feel the vibrations of her laughter against my skin.
"What's the matter Britt-Britt?" She whispers hotly. I swallow the enormous lump in my throat and am sure she sees it. Giggles erupt from her throat louder this time and I shift backwards to look at her. It's a bad idea because I realise how flushed I must look from both of us being naked. But then I notice the light red hue covering her cheeks and rub my thumb across the right one. Her lips disappear into her mouth for a moment as she moistens them. My eyes instantly lock onto them, humming in approval.
"You're the matter," I begin seriously, causing her to raise her eyebrows. "You're too sexy for your own good," I add and her face scrunches adorably.
"Stop it you," She grumbles gently, poking my chest multiple times hard. I try and catch her finger but its too fast and we begin a little game. She laughs as she dodges my grasp. It's such a small, innocent activity we're participating in but I feel like I should cherish it and wrap it in pretty bow. Just when she thinks she has won the game, I lick my lips slowly which catches her eye for a split second. I take the opportunity to finally grasp her hand, eventually pulling her towards me when a smirk appears on her face.
Our noses graze and our eyes lock like they're in a silent battle. My hand leaves hers and trails a hot path down her stomach to her growing heat. I run two fingers along her slick, dripping slit and watch the brown in her eyes turn a shade darker. She attempts to close her eyes but I nudge her nose with mine. She takes the hint and locks our gaze again.
Her vagina reacts to my fingers by thrusting forward at an achingly slow pace. With my other hand I push down the blanket so I can see from my peripherals, her stomach clench and unclench. Her lips come up brush against mine as I enter her and I break into a wide smile. Before I can relish in making her dead silent for a solid amount of time, her mouth is sucking on my own and I'm being forcefully pushed back against the mattress. My fingers are still inside of her and they're stuck between my core and hers as she humps my hand so fast that I can barely register what's happening.
"San," I breathe once her lips pop back from mine. She grinds harder, relishing in making me fall speechless. I could barely finish her whole name.
Her lips caress my jaw with such tenderness that I feel as though I'm dying. I'm sure this is how pleasant it feels seeing the white light. I nudge her lips back to mine and bite down hard on her lower lip. She hisses through clenched teeth and I'm sure she's close to her climax. Just as I'm about to run my thumb along her clit, the door opens wide and I squeal. My reaction to my parents standing in the doorway is not the best. I end up clenching my fingers inside Santana and feel her cum. She collapses against me and I believe that she's unaware of our audience. I then watch my mother clear her throat and Santana's eyes widen as she turns around, quickly pulling the blanket back over us.
"Morning," She says awkwardly, out of breath and barely able to form a smile. My parents just chuckle softly, before smiling politely and shutting the door. I wrap my around Santana's waist and giggle into her shoulder.
"That was awkward," I mumble. She shifts off of me and props her head against her elbow, looking down at me. I grin at her and brush back the hair falling over her forehead.
"You know," She says, brushing a finger along my collarbone. "We haven't gone on an official date."
"That's because you haven't asked me to be your girlfriend," I reply automatically and immediately shut my mouth tightly. Santana's eyes bulge out of her head and she opens her mouth to say something but then closes it. "Well, we d-don't need a l-label I mean... Who c-cares... Right?" I splutter, trying to rekindle the warmth in her eyes but she's just frozen.
"We were bound to be girlfriends sooner or later I guess," She replies shakily. I nod quickly, urging her to continue. "I've just never been someone's girlfriend and done all of the date stuff."
"You could have fooled me," I reply lovingly and she blushes.
"I want you to be though and I want to take you out," She clears her throat. "I just don't know if I'll be good at it... If that makes sense?" I nod slowly but my eyes squint in confusion.
"I guess if we don't try we'll never know," I state, giggling and watching Santana's warmth return. "We could start off small. Like have a movie night here, maybe Friday?" I suggest in an innocent tone. Her fingers travel up to the back of my neck and she tickles the faint hairs there. I shiver involuntarily again and she smirks.
"Definitely."
All I needed at school was Santana. Knowing that she was a few classrooms down from me, probably missing me too, was enough. I didn't expect to be approached once again by Rachel and Quinn who were laughing about something that most likely came from Rachel, because I don't like Quinn's sense of humour.
"Brittany," Rachel breathes, grinning like that cat from Alice in Wonderland. "Quinn here is having a small gathering on Friday for the Glee club and you and Santana are welcome to attend."
Just then Santana appears behind me at my locker, rubbing my back soothingly. "What's going on?" She asks and I watch as Rachel tenses.
"They invited us to Quinn's party on Friday," I state quietly.
"Sorry," Santana snaps instantly. "Can't make it." Then she pulls me away, sending them both a fake smile as we walk backwards a few steps down the hallway.
"You didn't even think about it," I state.
"What's there to think about? I don't like them."
"Well, I guess it will be awkward hanging around with the Glee club again."
"Exactly," Santana agrees, running her fingers down my arm. "I don't like how they treated you or me, so we can't give them what they want." I nod my head in agreement, waiting for Santana to continue her master plan, but she doesn't. She stops there.
"Maybe we could go for an hour, then have the date back at my house," I suddenly blurt out and Santana steps back in shock.
"Brittany," She pleads as her shoulders visibly deflate. I know she isn't going to fight me on this. "They hurt you," She states again and I nod in understanding.
"I know that, but I want to see if maybe they have changed. Maybe we can all be friends again," I regret my words as I watch the veins in Santana's neck pulsate like she's going to implode.
"You didn't want to be my friend for so long when I had done nothing to hurt you and now you want to rekindle what you lost with the Glee club?" She hisses.
"Santana, please," I murmur, afraid of what she'll say if I argue further.
She sighs and shakes her head. "I don't want to lose you to them, I know they don't like me."
"I love you more than I love anyone else in this world," I reassure her, leaning forward to capture her lips. She responds by gripping my waist and pulling me closer. We hear a wolf whistle and pull back, noticing Tina and Artie giggling at their locker. I blush and send them an awkward smile. Santana just rolls her eyes and laces our fingers together.
"We'll talk about it more later okay?" I nod and we both head to the Spanish room.
When we enter, Rachel is sitting beside in the back corner with Quinn. It's odd seeing them actually show each other attention in public, but judging by the 0% care rate of other students, it's old news. I guess I have missed out on a lot.
"Okay class, we are going to be starting a new project that is due in two weeks from now." Half of the students groan while the other half are asleep or drawing pornographic pictures on their desk. Puck is one of them. I suddenly remember something.
"Hey," I whisper, leaning over to Santana. Mr. Schue's voice becomes muffled as she looks at me with genuine curiosity. "When you and Puck were under the bleachers why were you so scared of him?" Santana seemed to tense a whole lot at the sudden question. She definitely was not expecting me to bring this up so long after it happened. But sometimes when something is brought up, a random thought pops into my head and I immediately have to ask someone or discuss it with them.
"Well, he was cornering me," Santana whispers back as if it's so obvious.
"I think you could have fought him off if you wanted to, he looked high," I replied worriedly. She sighed and ran her fingers along my thigh. I instantly stopped her by placing my hand over hers, because I really wanted to know the answer and she was just trying to distract me.
"Puck and I, we've slept together before." I nod, already knowing this because of Puck's words to her. "I was really, really wasted when it happened but no one noticed Puck dragging my body upstairs to a bedroom. The next day he came up to me and smirked and I was so confused as to why. Then one of the jocks whispered something about Puck going away to juvi because of some incident at a party. Turns out someone had seen Puck take me upstairs without me consenting and they turned him in."
"Santana," I mutter. "I'm so sorry." I squeeze her hand lightly and shift my chair closer to her.
She shakes her head and stares at the table. "It was Quinn," She mumbled. "Quinn was the one who told on Puck."
I gasped, "Quinn?"
"Apparently he had tried the same thing with her, but she wasn't as drunk with me so she was able to kick him in the nuts and run off," She chuckled at that.
Then another thought popped into my head. "Why did you get into a fight with her if she did you a favour?"
"She was going to hurt you Britt. After she found out how fucked up I was she realised that she didn't want to be associated with me. We were never really friends but I thought maybe after she helped me out we could be, you know? But when people found out she told on Puck, the most popular guy in school, her reputation was at risk." I nodded, not needing to know more.
"You're beautiful," I suddenly blurt out. Santana's lips curve up into the most adorable smile in the world, but before she can reply Mr. Schue's voice invades our ears.
"You two will be working together, si?" We look at him in confusion and nod slowly, obviously not having heard a word of what he explained. He places down a sheet of paper with the title 'Traditional Spanish Music' on the top in bold letters. "You'll be researching the music of Spain and I expect an A+ from you both," He winks creepily and walks to the next desk. Santana shakes as if a spider had just been crawling under her skin or something. I giggle and we start reading the research questions silently in our heads.
Every time we talked about Quinn's party we would get into an argument about how they don't deserve me as a friend. Then it would end up in either me or Santana pinning one another to whatever hard surface was nearest to us. Angry Santana was sexy and made me really horny. I guess the feeling was mutual.
So I'm in the middle of the gym floor, limbs tangled around hers and chest heaving. It's a little after 4:30 in the afternoon. Santana cornered me after Cheerios practice and said it was finally time to make the decision. I told her I wasn't going to change my mind and she said she could make me. That's how I ended up having the best orgasm of my life. I couldn't stop the embarrassing moans emitting from my lips every time she pumped her fingers.
"Yes, yes, oh my god, Santana." ... "Right there baby, mm." ... "Far out that's so good San."
I was so scared that Coach Roz or Sue would walk in, but nobody was around at this time so I knew we were safe. I was naked, which made the adrenaline in my bones grow faster each time Santana entered me. It was a rush doing something so naughty in school. Santana didn't give me a choice and I was totally okay with that.
Once I got dressed, Santana sat behind me and I leant back against her. "As amazing as that sex was, I really think we shoul-"
"Okay," She exasperates clearly. I turn to face her, pinching my brows in confusion.
"Okay?" She nods. "Okay," I say excitedly, capturing her lips and tumbling on top of her to repay the favour.
After being in the gym for another hour, Santana and I headed back to her place to get ready. I could only put on make up since my clothes were back at my house, but Santana didn't want to go there right away. Since my parents had caught in the most awkward position this morning, she was feeling a little uneasy about seeing them again.
Once the clock reached 6:30, we decided it was time to head back to my house. I changed quickly, not bothering to have another shower because Santana had begged me to take one with her at school. We entered a quiet house and I looked around the kitchen and living room. Nobody was home. Then a piece of paper caught my eye. It was resting on the coffee table. I picked it up and read it aloud.
"Gone out tonight for dinner, lock up if you're going anywhere. Love Mom and Dad."
Santana let out a huge sigh of relief. "You're going to have to see them again someday," I reassured her and she instantly tensed.
"Yeah, yeah, let's just hope it's not for another couple years," She joked and led me upstairs. I rummaged through my closet before settling on a simple pair of black shorts, a pink tank top and black blazer. On my feet were two large knee high boots which complimented the length of my legs. As I walked around to put things in my purse I noticed Santana's eyes on me. I turned to her and giggled noticing her eyes were glued to legs and occasionally drifted to my butt.
"Ready?" I asked, effectively breaking her wandering eyes. She nodded dumbly and followed me downstairs, out of the house. We settled in her car and turned the heater on as it was a little cold out. She offered to wait if I wanted to change into some jeans but I said I'd probably be dancing if the party is fun so I'd get hot anyway.
"Wanky," She replied with a smug smirk. I rolled my eyes and waited for her to start the engine.
The drive took just over 15 minutes. I hadn't been focusing too much on what they would say when Santana and me arrived. I was more focused on not looking like a weirdo in front of them - that is basically why they kicked me out of Glee club in the first place. I didn't realise that we were parked outside of Quinn's house already until I saw the passenger door open. Santana was standing on the footpath, holding the door open and I smiled in thank you.
She took my hand when I stepped out and we walked to the front door together. After three large knocks, courtesy of Santana, a very drunken Rachel opened the door. "Woah giiiiirrls, wassup? Want some pink?" She handed me a glass of something and I cringed after smelling it. Santana took the glass from me and had a sip.
"Gross Berry, what the hell is this?" She fake spat on the ground.
"Artie said his grandmama used to be a bartender and he got the recipe from her!" I chuckled at how much Rachel reminded me of a 13 year old girl getting drunk at her first party. Normally I'd see her for a few seconds talking about what flavour her drink is or how much she wishes she was still in Glee club, but now she's ranting about duct tape and ironing boards and Santana looks at me like she's about to slap the girl in the face.
"They just fit so nicely in the cupboard-"
"Rachel!" I yell, interrupting her rant. She looks stunned and shifts from one foot to the other. "Can we come inside?" Something clicks in her brain and suddenly she's laughing so loud that I'm sure she could fit her two fists in her mouth. Santana lightly shoves her out of the door way and takes me inside. We find everyone in the basement after Rachel is yelling from behind us the directions to it.
We walk slowly down the stairs and watch as Rachel closes the door behind us. There's some light music playing but nothing too heavy and up beat.
"Guys look whose here!" Rachel squints and Santana and me both wince.
All eyes are on us now and I can feel my heart beat out of my chest and hit each person in the face. I suddenly exhale a laugh at the thought of that happening and earn a nudge in the hip from Santana. She's confused by the sudden laughter and is trying to gauge an explanation for me. I say the only thing I can think of at that moment, because I don't want anything to be awkward.
I raise my hands in the air and look towards the group. "Let's party!"
I didn't expect the eruption of cheers emitting from each one of them. Santana was even laughing beside me, then began walking towards the fridge to get a drink. Mercedes and Tina were laughing or crying or both in one corner of the room. Quinn was looking into a mirror and flattening out her shirt. Artie was wheeling around the cups that Kurt had placed on different places on the carpet.
Santana was still by the fridge as I ran over to the pool table and jumped up on it. There were cheers of excitement as a new song came on and I danced to the beat. I hadn't even had anything to drink and I was feeling so intoxicated from everyone else's vibes.
"Wooooo, Brittany!" Rachel cheered, wrapping her arms around Quinn and pretending to nibble on her neck. Quinn squealed and ran off with Rachel chasing after her.
I took my blazer off in the heat of the moment, knowing that I was still covered up. I held it with my thumb and pointer finger and spun it around fast over my head. Silence entered the room as the song changed and it turned into this slow, sensual beat that I had never heard of before. My eyes found Santana, sitting on the sofa just a few meters away. She had been staring back at me ever since I climbed on the pool table.
I bit my lip, watching as everyone was doing there own thing and not paying attention to me anymore. I bent my legs to sit down and then jumped of the table. I walked as seductively as I could over to Santana and swung my legs over each side of her thighs. The drink in her hand was placed on the small round table by the sofa and she took my waist in her hands.
"I'm not even drunk," I whispered close to her face.
"Neither," She replied breathlessly. I then blindly reached over to the bottle she had placed down and opened it. I lolled my head back and took a large swig before wincing at the dry taste. "Hot," I heard her whisper.
I looked down and placed the bottle back on the table. She tightened her grip on my waist and then trailed her hands upwards until they reached the back of my neck. She then pulled me down so our lips smashed together. Because we were both still sober it was easy maintaining a steady rhythm. Her tongue entered my mouth and I caught up and sucked. She groaned and pulled her head back.
There was another song change, but this time it wasn't on an ipod, it was live. Rachel was standing up with a microphone covered in pink jewels. She must have come prepared. Quinn then got up with her own simple black microphone and pressed play on a song. A fast beat flooded the room and everyone cheered.
I turned back to Santana as they started to sing. Her eyes were glossy and I looked over at the empty beer bottle beside us. "You feeling okay?"
She nodded and grinned cheekily, reaching her hand down and around my body to tap my ass to the beat. I giggled and wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her in once again.
After a few minutes of intense making out, I realise that I was actually rocking against her to the beat. Thankfully everyone was wasted so they didn't really pay attention, but I still felt exposed. I excused myself and walked over to the fridge, grinning at Rachel and Quinn as I passed because they were still singing.
I pulled out a beer, not bothering to get one for Santana because I wanted to catch up to her. I didn't want one of us to be drunk and not the other. I didn't even know we would be drinking. But I promised myself I'd have only one more after this, because the night was going really well.
After their third duet, Rachel announced we were all going to join in on a friendly, non-sexual game of spin the bottle. Santana sat beside me in the circle, while the others were secretly glancing over at us every now and then. Santana's hand founds it way to my knee and rested there. I noticed Mercedes trying to hold back a smirk and Rachel trying to hold back from jumping Quinn who was giving her sexy eyes.
Tina spun first and it landed on Artie. She all but leapt onto his lap and they began a full blown make out session.
"I thought she liked Mike," I whispered to no one in particular but Mercedes answered.
"She realised that he's a dumb ass so she's given up," She explains shrugging. I look over to Tina and watch her grin at Artie as she cuddles her close. I smile because it's nice seeing everyone so close and happy again.
It came to my turn to spin and it unfortunately landed on Kurt. Not that he was a bad looking guy - he was very pretty. I just wish it would have landed on Santana.
"Um, I don't think I can." Kurt smirked and chuckled to himself.
"It's fine sweetheart, we all know you're taken," He winked at Santana and she glared at him.
"Alright twinkle toes that's enough," She remarked, taking the bottle and spinning it fast. It landed on Mercedes.
Santana sent Mercedes a tight lipped smiling which Mercedes nodded to. "Single ladies kiss other single ladies, couples kiss each other!" Mercedes announced.
"That's going to be a horror film, watching Berry and Fabray mack on all night," Santana said with a smirk after she earned a few laughs.
"Hey!" Quinn objected half heartedly, but Rachel calmed her down before she could lunge at Santana. I doubt she would make it across the circle though. She lazily fell back in Rachel's arms and closed her eyes.
"How about truth or dare?" Tina suggested. We all grinned at each other, apart from Santana whose smile never appeared. I leaned over and kissed her cheek gently.
"Wow you two really need your own romantic soap opera," Artie chuckled to himself.
"Yeah I've never seen either of you be so lovey dovey," Mercedes added and I noticeably blushed. Santana hid her face in my neck and giggled.
"Brittany you can start," Rachel said. "Truth or dare?"
I hesitated for a few seconds before answering. "Truth."
"Do you love someone at the moment?" The way she said the question had me guessing that she had already thought about it. I looked over to gauge everyone's expression and they looked really familiar. Wide grins and arched eyebrows.
"Yeah..." I croaked out then cleared my throat. "I do." Mercedes and Tina breathed out a loving sigh and rested their heads together.
"Your turn Brrrrrittany!" Kurt slurred into his glass. I looked around the room and my eyes eventually found the person sitting next to me. She had her head still buried against my neck and I nudged me shoulder up. Her eyes met mine and I whispered loud enough so everyone could hear.
"Truth or dare San?" She looked nervous, but visibly relaxed knowing I would never ask her anything personal or make her do anything uncomfortable. She smiled softly at me before answering.
"Dare." Every clapped their hands silently and giggled. I felt like we were in freshman year again, only this time it was better because I had Santana.
Eventually the noise around us seemed to dissipate. I clenched my fists, feeling the sweat collect in my palms. I knew I couldn't say what I wanted to out loud, but then again I could. It would be personal and intimate but knowing these people wouldn't judge us now was an advantage.
I decided to lean up to her ear and whisper the dare. "Take me home and strip for me." She let out a shaky breath against my skin and I pulled back.
"What'd you say Brittany?" Rachel asked excitedly. Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Kurt and Quinn were all waiting for an answer. But I simply smirked, took Santana's hand and stood up.
"It was really great catching up again guys, we'll do it again soon," I said politely as Santana was rushing me back up the stairs and out the door.
"What did you think she dared her?" Kurt whispered to the others.
"Something hot yo," Artie answered smugly. Tina lightly shoved his shoulder and they all went back to playing the game.
"Maybe we could make this a little more fun than a simple strip," Santana suggested discreetly. I let her push me down on the bed while she unzipped my school bag and pulled out the Spanish homework.
"What's that for?" Her head whipped up to me and one eye closed really slowly. I grinned in return and waited for her to explain.
"I'll ask you some questions on this project and seeing as you're a dancer, I'll put on a little show for you." She reaches for her iPhone and searches something in YouTube. I wait patiently, knowing that I'm probably already soaked down there from anticipation.
She presses play and some soft guitar strumming fills the room. It's good that we're home alone other wise my parents would kill me for having loud, disruptive Spanish music playing through the house at midnight.
She places the iPhone beside me on the bed then stands back. She looks shy all of sudden, like she's going to back out before it's begun. Then she lowers her head and looks up at me through thick lashes. "Hey," She says quietly.
I stare at her lovingly. "Hi," I whisper. She then looks down at the project sheet while swaying her hips to the music. I had never been so memorized by one fluid movement so much in my life. I had barely heard the question she asked but I shook my head when I saw her eyes watching me carefully and answered the first thing that came to my head.
"Hip hop?" She laughs so loudly but continues swaying her hips. I scrunch up my face and pout in embarrassment and when she notices, she moves closer to me.
"I'm sorry baby, but you're incorrect," She says sadly, not moving to take anything off yet.
"That's not fair," I whine. "We haven't even done any research on the topic yet!" I debate and watch her smirk fade when she realises that it is unfair.
"Okay fine, how about I ask you about dancing then," She suggests with one eyebrow raised. I nod excitedly and watch her lean forward to pick up her iPhone. She puts the song on repeat and continues to sway as she places it back beside me.
"What dance move am I doing right now?"
I tense and frown. "Swaying?" I answer hesitantly. She smirks takes off the fluffy vest she had on. I giggle anxiously, waiting for the next question.
"What's this move?" She asks, rolling her body like a worm. I grin because that's my favourite move.
"Body roll," I answer confidently. She claps her hands softly before removing her boots.
Her socks come off next and then she somehow undoes her bra without removing her tight dress. I watch in amazement at how fluid she is. Her eyes find my ogling ones and she smirks widely, strutting forward until my knees are brushing her shins.
"How many Step Up movies are there?" I frown at the question and scoffed. This was too easy.
"Four." She licked her lips while staring me straight in the eye.
"Wanna help me out," She whispered, lifting her arms in the air. My hands immediately fell to the bottom of her dress and slid it up her body. I had to stand, causing Santana to step back a little, but we were still close. Once she tossed her dress to the side, I had full view of her boobs, torso and underwear. It was the same colour and material as her bra. I could see right through it.
The song started again and she pushed me back on the bed.
"Do you like my dancing?" She said, dropping to the floor and then slowly rising again. Her hair was wildly splayed over one side of her face making the scene even more seductive.
I swallowed thickly. "No," I said shaking my head slowly. Her face fell and she looked at me as though she was challenging me. Then I just smirked and stood, causing her to freeze. I took threw my blazer off and my tank top. I was left in my polka dot bra and tight black shorts. I then walked around her, trailing a sizzling line around her mid section to her lower back.
I walked her forward towards the desk beside my bed. My hands found hers and I guided them to face palm down on the surface. I then brushed my nose against her hair, taking in the beautiful smell again. She tilted her neck to the side, urging me on more. Her breathing was quickening, every aching moment I wasn't touching her.
"Brittany," She breathed and I pulled back the slightest inch to watch her face. Her eyes were closed and she moistened her lips. "Truth or dare?"
I closed my eyes and smirked. I loved her playing games with me like it was a normal routine for us. "Truth."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes." I didn't even think about it. Nor did I think about my next move. My hand dipped into her underwear and she arched her butt into my front. I raised my other hand to her boobs and brushed my fingers along them. My teeth found her neck and nipped at the skin while she moaned. "Yes," I repeated, raising my leg to rub my front against her to cause some friction.
"Mmm," She moaned again. Her hand reached around and grabbed the back of my hair, tugging it hard. I pumped my fingers inside of her without teasing her. We had made love already and I believe she would be okay with getting to the point. She was. Because she tightened around my fingers quicker than usual. Her knees trembled but my hold on her kept her up right. "Again."
I peppered kisses down her neck and entered her again.
I had Cheerios practice Saturday and I got Santana to accompany me. She sat up in the bleachers and watched while I was given the spot at the top of the pyramid. So many girls scoffed and glared at me, but I wasn't going to let them get to me.
"Good job," Quinn's voice rung through my ears. I turned around and watched her standing with her hands on her hips.
I smiled lightly, "Thanks." She laughed and walked forward, bringing her arms around my neck. I was shocked at first, my whole body tensing at the foreign contact. After a few seconds though, I brought my hands to her back and patted gently. "Thanks Quinn," I said louder this time.
After practice was over I walked towards Santana and laced our fingers together. We sat on the bleachers for a while until most of the Cheerios disappeared into the locker room.
"You and Quinn are friends again?" She asked and I sighed, knowing it was bound to be brought up.
"I wouldn't say friends. We're just better now, the whole Glee club is." I smiled at her and poked her cheek. Eventually she started laughing and giggling, shoving my fingers away.
"The only thing those fingers are poking is down here," She murmured, spreading her legs slightly and looking down. I followed her line of sight and smirked. "You know we still have to have that date at your house."
"We will," I responded softly, staring out in front of us. "It just has to be perfect," I turned to her catching her gaze. "Because I love you and all." She exhaled a laugh, reaching up to brush the hair out of my face. "C'mon," I chuckled. "Let's go see if the locker room is empty."
When we walked in there was only one cheerleader doing up her laces and getting ready to leave. She sent me a glare and shy smile in Santana's direction and Santana rolled her eyes and placed her hand on my butt. I smirked in accomplishment then skipped over to my locker. Santana followed and leaned on the one against mine. She was watching while I placed my red towel around my neck and I turned my head to face her. My lips rose into a lazy smile and I reached for my drink bottle, bringing to my lips and taking a generous swig. I placed the bottle in my bag and shut my locker. Then without a word, I brushed passed Santana and was about a meter away before I turned around and smirked at her.
"Coming?" She bit her lip and chased me all the way to the showers.
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