Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
It's gotten to the point where I can feel Santana even though she isn't here. Charlie and Scott returned home this morning and I thought we would all catch up. I had forgotten what state Charlie left in. I had been so caught up in finally being public with Santana, I didn't realise that Charlie was away with a man who lost her trust. She seemed different though, when she stepped inside alone.
"Scott is spending time with Santana." I just nodded. I didn't want to bring up the fact that Santana could come over and we could have a girls day, because that would be just to benefit me. We couldn't be lovey in front of Charlie when she was still clearly reeling from recent events.
"What did you and Scott do while you were away?"
That question sparked something in Charlie's brain. Because she immediately turned bright red and went on a rant about everything that is wrong with Scott. I knew she didn't mean any negative aspect she described of Scott, because she was just letting the rage take over her rational thoughts. I didn't try and correct her though or tell her that isn't how she really feels, because she would have turned defensive on me and denied it. I thought about talking about me, just to take her mind off of Scott. But she just kept talking, like someone had stuck a Guns n' Roses song inside of her and she just wouldn't stop. When I thought she was finished talking, I opened my mouth to say something. I couldn't even say a quick 'yeah' because she just wouldn't stop talking.
"I don't think I'll ever feel the same about him." She paused then and I knew I had to be quick.
"Yes you will," I mumbled quickly. She whipped her head to me and was panting from talking so much.
"What makes you say that? Just because your love life seems to be turning out well! What if Santana cheats on you? Would you be able to feel the same about her?" She asked so many questions in a row I didn't know which one to answer first. I feel like she was jealous of me right now. She was taking her anger out on me because I was finally happy and I didn't like that.
"Stop it," I said grumpily and began to walk away.
"Why? You know it's true Br-"
"No!" I screamed before she could finish. "I don't know it's true, because I know Santana will never cheat on me. How do you even know Scott did something with that girl he was texting? It could have been flirting but nothing more..." I sighed heavily, sitting back down next to Charlie and taking her hands in mine. "What if you're giving up a relationship over a small drunken mistake?" Her agitation seemed to weaken and her fingers relaxed under my palm. "Charlie?"
Her eyes met mine and the smallest tear dropped down her cheek. "I'm sorry. I know. I'm sorry. You're getting so much better and I have Santana to thank for some of that."
I grinned and pulled her into a hug. "I'm always here for you. You're just not thinking rationally and saying silly things about the love of your life."
"You're right." Her face brightened and her eyes lost their glaze. "I have to tell him I'm not giving up." My smile faltered a little, realising how fast Charlie had changed her mind.
"Wait, are you sure?"
She paused, with her hand on the door knob. "Yes. I can't wait for our double date." We grinned at each other and she disappeared outside. I pulled my legs up on the sofa and hugged them tightly. It was starting to rain outside. I could hear the patter of droplets against the window. My dad was upstairs in bed. The only good thing about that, is that my mom was right there with him. He forgave her again. I hope this time it lasts.
The next thought that popped into my head was to call Santana and tell her to come over and cuddle me, because I doubt when Charlie and Scott are making up she would want to witness it.
But I didn't move. I just sat there, blindly staring at the coffee table until my vision blurred. Eventually my eyes closed, I fell sidewards onto the sofa and drifted off to sleep.
There was a weight on my hand, like someone had just sat on it, or placed one of those 80's televisions on it. My lids flung opened when wetness met my finger tips. I almost screamed my lungs out of my mouth when I first saw was licking my fingers. Then my vision eventually found clarity and I watched as a humongous cat waddled off into the kitchen away from me.
He was fluffy and cute and I had no idea where he had come from. I stood up and walked towards the stairs when I heard a bump against the door. I shook my head and lifted my foot to the first step, when the bump sounded again. I had time to ask my mom and dad where the large cat had appeared from. So I turned and walked towards the door. I frowned when I realised it was locked and untwisted it, before turning the knob.
When I pulled open the door a body fell backwards and squealed. I squealed just as loud and flew backwards, almost hitting wall behind me. I adjusted my vision to the figure laying on it's back and realised, under all that wet brown hair that Santana's grin grew as laughter filled the room.
"What are you doing?" I yelled, lifting her up and almost dropping her back down when I realised how cold she was. I opened the closet and pulled out the fluffiest towel we owned. I ran to Santana's side and saw the she was now shivering her way to the living room. I wrapped the towel around her back and brought her to the sofa, but she stopped me from making her sit down. Instead she turned to me, gave me the sweetest smile and kissed me.
I was stunned for the first millisecond of the kiss, but soon reciprocated. Her moan informed me that my tongue was welcome any time soon into her mouth. I gripped her waist, pulling her against me and gasped as her wet clothes met mine. I dipped my tongue between her lips and pushed her back towards the sofa. Instead she ended up hitting the coffee table and fell on her butt. I giggled but didn't want to stop.
"I s-should g-g-get w-warm," She said through chattering teeth.
"I'll make you warm," I replied almost too seductively. I didn't expect her to show up at my house, because I fell asleep before I could call her. Maybe she just knew I needed her here with me. "Wait," I pulled back, watching her pout. "How long were you outside for?"
She smiled innocently and shrugged. "Santana," I said sternly.
"Okay, maybe like an hour or somethi-"
"An hour!" I leaned forward, peppering kisses over her face and rubbing her arms to make her warm. "I'm so sorry, I was asleep and someone must have locked the door and then when I woke up I thought you were the one kissing my fingers but it turns out we have a cat now!"
She sat beneath me amused. Her laughter never left her lips because she was trying desperately to hold it back. "I'd love to meet your pussy," She suddenly blurted out before she could think. Her hand came up and smacked herself in the forehead.
"It misses you," I whispered, leaning forward to brush our noses together.
Santana mentioned 14 times today that she personally wanted to thank whoever made the Cheerios skirts. It had been three weeks since Charlie and Scott worked everything out. They basically went all the way back to the start. They started going on occasional dates, rather than becoming a partnership again. They weren't able to make the trip to Columbus with Santana and me. So we were in my room, packing light because we would only be gone a night.
I looked over at Santana's suitcase and noticed she had a lot more clothes than needed.
"We're going to be away for a night, why are you packing like we're moving in together?" I asked with a chuckle, because saying it out loud made it sound even more daft.
Santana turned to me, with a smirk playing on her lips and a certain sparkle in her eyes that made me grin. She was still my diamond. "Your parents said we could still for an extra night or two because they wanted the house to themselves."
"I see you're speaking to my mom again," I said gleefully. She walked towards me and brushed her fingers down my cheek.
"I got over the embarrassment long ago, I'm just kind of intimidated by her. She's so smiley and cheerful these days," Santana cringes while she speaks, causing me to emit a huge laugh.
"Everything okay in there girls?" My dad's voice sounded through the door.
Santana wrapped her arms around me and threw me on the bed. "It's fine Mr. Pierce."
I flattened my hair and sat up. "What was that for?"
"I don't know," The smirk on her face grew. "But now that I know I'm strong enough to throw you on a bed, then I'll be in control more often."
"If that wasn't so hot, I would've pushed you back," I say flirtatiously.
"Woah baby, we'll have plenty of time away to talk dirty. For now, just relax and I'll make you lunch." She kissed me on the forehead then walked out of the room. I had no idea how she just paused her sexual frustration and could simply walked away. I had to rub my thighs together to relieve some tension built up since Santana first walked into the room.
She only had to look at me with those big, beautiful brown orbs and I was instantly wet. I walked downstairs to check on Santana and she had plates set out on the dining table with chicken sandwiches on each one. There's two bottles of water as well. When she noticed me in the doorway she smiled shyly and gestured for me to sit down.
Before I sat, my fingers skimmed across the table and eyed how beautifully set out everything was. It was as though we were living together already, not playing house like some pretentious six year old best friends. I liked the thought of waking up everyday and having Santana cook for me. I would cook for her to, but I'm sure from what I had seen already that she is a better chef.
"Dig in," She mumbled, handing me a bottle of water. I smiled in thank you, but didn't start eating. I just watched her swallow and chew, swallow and chew.
Santana and me chose to drive separately to the squad to Columbus. Rachel had driven with Quinn the way there as well. We chose the rooms next to each other and watched the other Cheerios give us strange looks. Santana had more admirers then Quinn, Rachel and me of course. Most of the girls expected that, because she was here, that she would be sneaking off to their rooms.
I knew though. I knew that I could leave Santana alone in the room and know she wouldn't have a girl sneak into the room. She wouldn't even be thinking of another girl. I didn't have any second guesses. I just knew.
Quinn and me left early for practice. We secretly just wanted to impress our girlfriends.
Santana looked a little reluctant to be hanging out with Rachel alone. She even tried to tempt with a record 8 orgasms that she could possibly give me but I knew I had to get to practice. It was nationals and I had always wanted to be a part of such an important event. Maybe after this, I could join the Glee club and convince Santana to join as well.
"You and Rachel are official then?" I asked cautiously.
Quinn nodded, looking a little flustered just talking about her girl. "Finally. We're really happy."
"How long did you hide it for?"
She seemed to turn sad then. "Almost two years. We got into so many fights about telling people or hiding it for longer. Rachel was the one who wanted us to be public, but when you're as popular as me, you don't just give up your reputation for some Glee club geek."
She didn't sound harsh when she said that. Remorseful, not harsh.
"You know I've been watching you recover since you returned." My eyebrows shot up but that didn't faze her. "I knew you had boundaries, so I just watched. When I found out you and Santana were dating I almost blurted out that Rachel was my girlfriend to the whole squad at lunch. Then I saw how happy you two were and so I didn't bother telling people, I showed them."
"Dykes!" Quinn stuck her middle finger up at the girl who I recognized as the one from the locker room with Santana. I almost wanted to shout the same crude word back at her, but that wouldn't solve anything.
I gave her a look and she knew. She knew that I knew and most likely every other girl on the squad knew because apparently they all had a turn with Santana. The thought of someone else me her made me sick. Quinn put a hand on my back and watched my expression with worry.
"Brittany, are you alright?" I took a deep breath and nodded.
Sue and Roz called us over to warm up and I just thought about winning and impression Santana.
"So what are you planning on doing school?"
I shrugged.
"Any plans?" I shook my head. "Well I plan to audition for NYADA, move to New York and in about three years make my debut on Broadway. If I'm lucky they'll want me in Evita as soon as I walk through the door."
"Alright Berry, I'm gon stop you right there, because as much as it is fascinating listening to you speak of your bright future, I don't really have one without Brittany and our families so please do me a favour and keep your positiveness to yourself."
"Why don't you have a future?"
I could sense the sympathy in her voice. I hated it.
"Didn't you see those girls out there? I slept with more than half the squad and Brittany knows that. They're going to make her life a living hell because we're dating and I can't stop it, because I'm not popular," I spat the last word out.
"Brittany knows you won't cheat," Rachel assured me.
"I know and I would never hurt her," I sighed. "I'm just not focused on anything after school. I just want to be happy with her and make her happy."
"You're a lot like Quinn." I eyed her curiously. "She says she wants to protect me because when we weren't public about our relationship she hated herself. She kept calling herself a coward and that she wasn't worthy of my love. But I told her she is the love of my life and we would work because we understand each other and have plenty of time to grow."
I exhaled a laugh through my nose. "You're okay Rachel, you know that?"
"So are you Santana. You just have to believe it more." I sent her a tight lipped smile then hopped off of the bed.
"We should get ready so we can go see our girls kick ass." She nodded and headed for the door.
"You know," She turned on her heels. "You can talk to me if you need to." I watched her waiting for an answer or any movement. There was something swirling in my head that I wanted to blurt out and before I could tell myself it was a bad idea, I just did it.
"Her parents are planning something. Something big. I don't know what it is but I don't want Brittany to know that they are even planning anything until we've returned to Lima, but I'm scared."
"Is it a bad thing that they're planning?"
"I don't know but I suspect it's good. They seemed really happy, but anxious."
"Then don't be scared," She said gently, shrugging as she walked out of the room.
I don't think I ever told Brittany how damn sexy she is. Her flexibility is insane - better than any other girls on the squad. Quinn is pretty good too and judging by the flushed face of Rachel, she has a fan.
Brittany's flips are higher then when I watched her practice three weeks ago. She had been working so hard and still managed to find time for me. And what did I do? Homework for half an hour each night and watched television at Brittany's house, waiting for her to return. I had nothing going for me, expect for my average grades. No extra curricular activities under my decrepit belt. No possible scholarships headed my way because I never put myself out there.
Rachel's question had been plaguing my mind throughout the entire cheer. I should get a job. I should apply for some colleges... Depends how my grades are. I don't want to apply and then get rejected, I don't think I could face anyone if they asked. I'd get a job. I'd get a job and support Brittany in whatever she wanted to do.
BANG!
Suddenly gasps flooded the room from every direction. I shook my head and saw Rachel already running passed me, down the stairs towards the Cheerios. When I focused on what everybody was gasping about, my blood froze and stopped climbing to my brain. I didn't think, I just ran.
When I approached the girl that everybody was screaming at I couldn't hold back. Even with Quinn in my ear telling me to leave it alone. Sue was surrounding Brittany on the floor and screamed. "I told you girls to stop the lesbian jokes and win the championship! Now you've cost us this year and you," She pointed to the culprit who dropped Brittany from the top of the pyramid. "You're done."
I stood behind the cheerleader and watched as she slowly turned me, with her arms folded and features all pinched together.
"Look Sa-"
I lunged without thinking, without caring about what she was going to say. I tackled her to the ground and when people told me to stop punching I didn't. I couldn't. I was flipped over the second I hesitated and was kneed in the gut. I winced in pain but managed to shove her off me. With one last connection between my fist and the girl's chin, I dropped back to the ground and shut my eyes. I was panting and being screamed at by officials. They were dragging me out. I hadn't even checked on Brittany. That's what a girlfriend is supposed to do. Fuck.
"Santana!" I heard her voice and spun around. She took my hand and walked out with me. I was surprised she even could walk.
"Some girls managed to break my fall just before I hit the ground," She explained, as we got into my car.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled. She leaned towards me, straining to hear my words. I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed my palm against the wheel. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Santana," She cooed, bringing my head to her chest. "Please don't be sorry. You weren't the one that dropped me."
"What are we going to do?" I whispered against her chest. "What are you going to do with me?"
"I'm going to love you," She replied with only simplicity in her tone. She held my hand as I drove us back to the hotel. We got to our room and I held her waist as we walked towards the bed. She lay down and I offered to get her some water but she shook her head. Instead she pulled me down next to her.
I watched her eyes scan every inch of my face. "I have baggage. Lot's of baggage."
"I know I told you to pack light," She replied bluntly.
I smiled sweetly at her then shook my head slightly. "I mean I have regrets and issues and people that know me that will most likely continue to throw hateful words towards you. I can't stand the thought of you hurt."
"I can look after myself, but knowing that I have you to take care of me as well, is just a plus."
"I don't know how I got you."
"Hey," She whispered, "I have no idea how I got you either. If you forgot I recently got out of rehab." She chuckled which lightened the mood a little.
"It feels like I've known you since we were kids." She leaned closer, bringing her lips to mine. It was soft, yet dry. I licked my lips and shuffled closer to her on the bed. I brought our lips back together a few more times before pulling back with a gentle pop. "We'll make it right?"
"Yeah," She whispered back instantly. Suddenly her features hardened and her thumb brushed over my cheekbone. "You have a bruise starting to show."
"Don't worry about it. Are you sure you're feeling ago?"
"Yes," She confirms confidently. "I told Coach Roz that I may have just hit my elbow a little hard but other than that I'm fine."
I nodded, knowing she wouldn't lie to me about an injury. "We should go home tomorrow, we shouldn't stay any more than we're supposed to."
"Okay," She agreed. She was about to lean in again, when there were three loud knocks against the door.
"What?" I spat, rolling my eyes. Brittany giggled and pressed her nose against my neck.
"Can we come in?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah," Brittany spoke loudly, her voice vibrating against my throat.
"Oh Brittany are you alright? We were so worried!" Rachel spoke really fast.
"Yeah, I gave that girl a piece of my mind after you left, although Santana managed to scare the shit out of her already," Quinn offered lightly.
"Thanks guys," Brittany said tiredly, emerging from under my chin. "Join us?" For once I didn't actually react to such a strange offer. I felt the bed dip and Quinn cuddled against Rachel who was beside Brittany. It was weird how we all fit in the bed and how we fit well, together.
I suddenly didn't want to go home. Or leave this bed, ever. I was starting to realise what Brittany meant when she described the Glee club as a family.
I woke up in the morning to an empty bed. But then I heard some noises in the bathroom and watched Brittany emerge with a bandage around her arm.
"I went to a doctor with Coach Sue earlier, there was some minor bruising, nothing serious," She assured me, hopping on the bed. I sat up, brought my hands around waist and tugged her closer.
"Where are Rachel and Quinn?"
"They left to their own room about half an hour ago," She responded, tugging at the hem of my shirt.
I look down to her own attire. "Did you sleep in your uniform?" She nodded. "Did I try to..." She shook her head. I let out a large breath. "Thank god. You know how I like you when you wear your uniform more often than you're supposed to."
"I do," She husked, pushing me back on the bed and straddling one of my legs. "Wanna fuck me?" I was stunned by her forwardness but also extremely turned on. She discovered that by grinding down against my wet spot, applying pressure to all the right places.
I grunted and bucked up into her until her pace grew faster. "Oh yeah," I breathed, shutting my eyes and falling into a fast rhythm.
Her fingers tangled in my hair while mine explored her ass. I squeezed the flesh, inevitably pushing her harder against me. I suddenly felt soft gently lips apply pressure to my cheek. It wasn't a simple kiss though, it was against a specific spot on my skin. She kissed the spot again and I winced a little. I opened my eyes to see her normally light blue orbs, darkened.
"Did I hurt you?" She breathed, barely audibly.
"No," I replied hoarsely. "Just keep going," I urged her, lifting my hips up into her. She kept humping my leg until my mouth fell open and my face scrunched up. She knew that I had come undone and slowed her pace. "Far out."
"Mmm, you like that?" She husked in my ear. The fall must have done something to Brittany's speech, because she sounded dirtier every time she opened her mouth. "Want another round baby?"
I chuckled and brushed away the hair sticking to her face. "We should get back home, your parents are expecting us."
"You called them?" I nodded. "Alright, but we should probably shower," She spoke softly, rubbing her soaking folds against my thigh once more before getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom. I ran straight behind her.
"Eighth place isn't so bad," My dad tried to assure me. I just shrugged and held Santana's hand tighter. I had no idea what was going on. As soon as we returned home, my parents were in the living room just sitting there. The television wasn't on. They just grinned at Santana and me as we sat in front of them on the recliner.
"What's with the grins?" I asked curiously.
My parents looked at each other for a while, as if speaking to each other telepathically. Then they turned to us again and my mom pulled out something from her pocket. When her fingers retracted from her palm, I noticed an identical set of keys.
"You girls have proved how mature you can handle a relationship, while managing school and cheerleading."
"And Glee club," I chimed in. I had asked Santana on the way home and she said she would do anything for me. I blushed and we made out in the car for a while before eventually going inside.
"And Glee club," My mother continued. "So we thought it would be only right for a next step. I know you still aren't out of school but we have both known that this is for the best, for a while. You'll only be down the road so you can always visit and we'll be around for dinner often and don't worry Santana, we have talked to Scott and he understands why we have chosen this drastic change-"
"Mom!" I spoke loudly, interrupting her ramble. "What are you trying to say exactly." She didn't answer. She just stood up and handed me one key and Santana the other. From closer inspection I knew exactly were these keys were for.
"Your mother and I have already paid for it, so don't worry about that. We still have savings left if you were to go to college next year Britty and Santana we also have been saving a fund for you if you were to ever choose a College close by," My dad took a deep breath, then stood up and clapped his hands. "You girls are moving in together."
What if my dreams are bigger than Lima? They aren't bigger than the love I have for Brittany, but before I knew she existed I dreamt of becoming a pop star. I don't want that type of fame any more. Maybe I could settle for getting a job as a Spanish tutor to earn extra cash. Brittany wouldn't want me if I had a stupid job like that. There's suddenly a click inside my brain, like the chains of a bike, surrounding my brain, are suddenly moving again swiftly. Of course she would still love me. I feel pressure against my hand and turn to her. She's inching closer until her forehead is resting against mine. The key is between our palms but I barely feel the sharp pinch of the key's edge as it presses into my skin. Its Brittany and I against the world.
It's my last year of high school so I don't know when the next chapter will be. I'm sure when to end this fic, but it will be soon and in an appropriate way I hope. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Hopefully I'll have something out in the next week, but until then let me know if you're still enjoying this enormous amount of fluff and sexual tension!