She's A Charmer
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: Language. Mature themes. AU-ish.
Brittany kept her gaze averted, staring intently at her lap while she gathered her disheveled golden hair into a ponytail. Santana pulled her cheer top down over her head, fingers shaking as they tugged at the zipper. Absolute silence permeated the warm, heady air around them. It made Santana's skin crawl and Brittany's stomach churn. Both knew everything had gone too far too fast. Everything was getting to be too confusing.
Satisfied with the tightness of her ponytail, Santana built up the courage to look at Brittany who simply stared back at her. Confused blue eyes wide with barely controlled panic and cheeks flushed pink. Santana's cheeks burned and she looked away. Dark eyes settling on some random spot across the parking lot.
"Maybe," The soft whisper broke through the deadening silence and they winced. Brittany chanced a brief glance at an unmoving Santana before continuing. "Maybe we could keep our hands to ourselves next time. Or," Brittany toyed with the hem of her wrinkled cheer skirt. Her dark blush rippled further across her pale skin and to the very tips of her ears. "Maybe we should wear more clothes. Then I won't think about how hot you look," The blonde licked her lips, spared another errant glance at Santana's legs and swallowed loudly. "Or want to touch you."
Santana's skin prickled where she could feel Brittany's gaze on her. The brunette resisted the urge to look at the other girl. She couldn't chance losing her thinning control again. Santana was still buzzing from their encounter. She could feel the throbbing of the bite mark Brittany left on her shoulder, the sting of the scratch marks on her back, the delicious ache between her legs, and the vicious pull at her fingertips. Urging for seconds, thirds. More. She wanted more and it was driving her crazy. She barely caught half of what Brittany was saying. Something about clothes and wanting to touch.
"Santana?"
The girl in question stiffened, hands curling into fists in her lap. She couldn't look at Brittany. Not if she wanted to stay in control. "We should make rules. Things we can't do or say or even think when we're near each other."
Brittany considered the suggestion. "Rules?"
"Boundaries." Santana stated with a slight, reassuring nod. "So we don't… slip. Again."
"Ok." Brittany nodded assuredly. A determined look in her clear blue eyes. "First rule, more clothing."
Santana licked her dry lips, analyzed their too short skirts and the amount of bare skin their uniforms afforded them. "We'll wear track suits like Coach."
"Second?" Brittany caught Santana licking her lips and couldn't help the lust swirling in her gaze.
Santana couldn't suppress the prickling of her skin when Brittany looked at her like that. Her brows furrowed and she scowled at the blonde. "D-Don't look at me like that!"
"Stop it, San! You're too sexy when you're angry!" Brittany pressed herself into her seat, a hint of a pout at her jutting lower lip.
Santana's eyes widened and she tore her gaze away from Brittany yet again. "We have to get out of the car, Britt. I'm this close to-"
"Can we not make rules? I really like kissing you and… stuff."
Every nerve in Santana's all together useless body was buzzing. Furiously rushing blood reacting to Brittany's words and forcing a deep, trembling growl from her full lips. Lips finding and pressing frantically against Brittany's. The blonde's squeak of surprise only furthered Santana's desire and hands entered the horrible equation. Pressing to soft skin, greedy for the feel. She had Brittany pinned uncomfortably against the door and could feel the emergency brake jutting harshly into her hip. Brittany threw her arms around Santana's neck, nipped at her full bottom lip, and slipped her tongue into the brunette's mouth.
Santana moaned, tensed, and pressed her forehead to Brittany's in an attempt to stop them from going any further. "This is… what are we doing?"
"San." Brittany panted, blue eyes hazy and half lidded. "I'm really confused."
The brunette's breath hitched at the statement. It took all of her willpower to pull away from Brittany. Shocked chocolate colored eyes connected with chaotic blue. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"It's not all your fault. We both wanted to… you know." Brittany shrugged. "And I liked it. A lot."
Santana felt like her heart was going to break out of her chest. She reached for the door handle and shoved the door open with the last of her slipping resolve. The cold breeze swept harshly against her overheated skin, the burst of air vaulting her back into reality. "We have to get to class."
"We need to talk, Santana." Quinn snatched the brunette's wrist and pulled her toward the bleachers. Brittany spared them a curious glance before slipping into the locker room with the rest of the Cheerios.
"What do you want, Fabray?" Santana did a horrible job of discreetly leering at Brittany's ass.
"That!" She hissed. "You staring at Britt like a piece of meat and the way she has been checking you out when you aren't looking."
The information went straight to the brunette's ego, sending a smirk across her full lips. "For real? Britt was ogling my goodies?"
"I know that look! I know that smirk!" All of the clues added up to the same horrifying conclusion and Quinn paled. "Santana, tell me you didn't."
Annoyed and confused, Santana slipped her arms over her chest. Lips pursed and jaw tightening. "You have three seconds to tell me what's got your panties in a-"
"You totally slept with Brittany!"
Santana stiffened at the accusation. Brown eyes shifting anxiously. "No I didn't."
"Oh my god." Quinn's jaw dropped, eyes alternating between widening and narrowing. She wasn't sure if she should be surprised or not. "You so did."
"So did not even. Keep your twisted fantasies to yourself, Fabray." Though her voice was hostile, her words biting, Santana's anxious gaze and flushed cheeks told the blonde everything she didn't need to know.
"You're doing that thing with your eyes and you're, oh my god, you're blushing!"
"I'm not, you know what, you can…" Flustered, Santana stormed away. She had a fool proof plan to ignore Quinn nosy ass bitch Fabray for as long as the blonde tried to weasel information out of her.
"Santana!" Quinn followed. "Get back here."
The girl in question stopped abruptly, whirling around to face Quinn with her patented scowl. "So what if Brittany and I have some weird chemistry? It doesn't mean anything."
"Are you really that emotionally inept?" Quinn hissed. "Brittany isn't like you. She doesn't have the ability to just… turn off her feelings."
"What do feelings have to do with sex?" Santana's arched brow and baffled expression had Quinn gaping at her.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Look, Q. I really don't have time for this. I promised Britts we would get our dance on tonight."
"Great. I'll come with you."
"That wasn't an invite." Santana pursed her lips, brows furrowing. "Plus, I know you don't have a fake I.D."
"Of course I don't." Quinn was two seconds away from forgetting her plan and admonishing Santana for doing something that was illegal until an even better idea popped into her head. "But I do have an older sister and I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I borrowed hers."
"Fine." The brunette's frown abruptly shifted into a dangerous grin. If Quinn wanted to witness firsthand what she and Brittany got up to, well, fuck it. The bitch was in for one hell of a ride. "We'll pick you up at eight."
Santana swiveled around on her stool and leaned casually against the bar, sipping at her drink with a bored stare. She cast a brief glance in Brittany's direction to make sure her best friend was alright. Brittany was currently dancing like there was no tomorrow. Satisfied that her friend looked like she was having a blast, Santana tuned back into the conversation she was supposed to be having and pretended to be interested in whatever the hot twenty something red head next to her was saying. Throwing in a nod and a distracted 'mmhm' whenever her newest one night stand to be paused.
Santana's gaze travelled over to Quinn and she chuckled. The red head next to her, Alice or Alex or was it Allison? Whatever her name was slipped her hand onto Santana's thigh. Probably thinking Santana was interested and laughing at something lame she was saying. Really, women were too easy. Santana was only half listening to whatever the red head was saying. She was currently more interested in the mini freak out Quinn was having.
'What're you gonna do now, Miss Priss?' Santana was clearly enjoying her payback. Taking Quinn to a lesbian bar was her best idea yet. The bossy blonde was sure to back the fuck off of her business.
A short brunette with big brown eyes, a sultry smile, and a skimpy dress Santana would kill for sauntered over to Quinn. Santana almost spit her drink all over whatshername when she got a closer look at the brunette. She looked almost exactly like Rachel fucking Berry. Except she was hot, clearly knew it, and had bigger tits. Not that Santana ever looked at Rachel Berry's breasts. Ever. Maybe once but that was only because it freaked her out how nonexistent they were.
Quinn actually smiled at whatever the Rachel Berry look-a-like was saying. Actually let the woman order her a drink. Santana really did spit her drink out when she noticed Quinn shoot the brunette a coy look and flirty grin. It was when Quinn inched closer to the brunette, hand landing flirtatiously upon her hip that Santana looked away. She was baffled by Quinn's behavior. She had half a mind to march over to the blonde and ask her what the hell she was doing flirting with a chick that looked almost exactly like Rachel.
'Ugh. Gag me.' Filtered uselessly through her dizzy head before lips were suddenly caressing her own. Santana responded half heartedly to the kiss.
Lately her random hook ups often left her feeling less and less satisfied. The red head's lips trailed across her jawline to her neck. She supposed she should be a lot more invested in the chick than how Brittany was throwing down on the dance floor. Santana's darkening gaze trailed involuntarily over every piece of Brittany's body. The blonde was a fucking goddess. Santana licked her lips, her gaze meeting Brittany's. Blood boiling at the dark, hungry swirl of sapphire. Brittany's eyes flickered briefly to the red head who was seconds away from straddling Santana. A simple roll of Santana's eyes told Brittany how much she was not enjoying the attention.
Brittany's expression became unreadable for the briefest moment. Then all of a sudden a sultry grin lit up her face and she sauntered over to Santana. Santana could feel her pulse accelerating and she was sure it wasn't because the random chick was whispering something about going back to her place to get better acquainted.
In a few quick strides Brittany was standing next to Santana. She tapped whatshername lightly on the shoulder, bright smile stretching across her lips. "Excuse me. You're making out with my girlfriend and I don't think she's interested."
Santana tried to ignore how her mouth suddenly went dry when Brittany looked at her. How her skin felt a size too tight when Brittany stepped between her and the shocked red head to press a light kiss to her cheek. How her stomach jolted when Brittany said they were girlfriends. They'd been in the same exact situation countless times before yet, in that moment, Santana didn't find the predicament as hilarious as she usually did.
"Your girlfriend?" The red head sized Brittany up, arched a questioning brow at Santana who shrugged.
"Did I forget to mention I'm taken? Oopsy." Santana hid a smirk behind a healthy sip of her drink.
"How awkward for you." Brittany chirped out sarcastically. Arms going around Santana from behind. Nipping at Santana's ear and almost causing the brunette to drop her drink.
Whatshername watched Brittany wrap her arms possessively around Santana. A scowl slipping darkly across her features. "Your girlfriend was just about come back to my place so it looks like you must be having trouble keeping her interested."
"That true, baby?" Brittany husked into Santana's ear. Blue eyes dimming and tone darkening dangerously. She pulled Santana's drink from her hand and placed it on the bar. Fingers grasping Santana's chin and turning the dark haired woman's gaze toward her. "Do I not satisfy you?"
Santana trembled under the weight of Brittany's stare. Her eyes were a startling shade of blue that Santana had never seen before. Her voice was a husky mess when she managed to formulate words. "I'm sure I never said that."
Brittany shot the red head a haughty smirk before she was purring at Santana once more. "Tell your little friend who you're coming with tonight."
Santana's throat went dry at the suggestion. She'd never seen Brittany act so goddamn commanding. It was sexy as hell and Santana fidgeted in her seat, the throbbing between her legs intensifying. Hazy mocha tinted eyes slipped reluctantly to the indignant red head. "Definitely not passing up very loud, very satisfying sex with my hot as fuck girlfriend for you."
The red head's jaw dropped.
Brittany spared the red head a withering glare and a toothy smile. "You can go away now."
Whatshername left with an indignant huff. Brittany turned back to her stunned best friend; a sexy, arrogant, devious little grin playing at her lips. Clearly pleased with herself and seeking Santana's approval. The grin began to fade when Brittany found Santana staring wide eyed at her. When their gazes locked Santana noticed the hypnotizing, vicious gleam still swirling in that ocean of blue and she couldn't help herself. Brittany moved to ask her friend what was wrong when the brunette suddenly sprang into action. Suddenly wrapped a hand around the back of Brittany's neck and pulled her down into a searing kiss.
Brittany, surprised by the sudden onslaught of full lips against her own, grabbed the edge of the bar to steady herself. She settled against the barstool in between Santana's legs. Santana's free hand tangled itself in golden tresses while Brittany nipped playfully at her lower lip. Shivers coursing down her spine at the responsive moan vibrating against her mouth. Santana's nails biting into her skin.
"We're leaving! Now!" Quinn's voice was a ragged, heaving bellow that caused them to pull reluctantly apart. She grabbed Brittany and Santana by the wrists and had them rushing through the exit in a blur of movement.
Everything happened so fast all Santana and Brittany could think before the cold, sobering air hit them was 'What the fuck? I was getting my mack on with Britts!' and 'Huh? Where the lips go?'.
"What the fuck crawled up your ass, Q!" Santana growled, ripping her arm away from Quinn to unlock her car door.
They quickly settled inside the vehicle. Peeling out of the parking lot at a speed that was far from legal. "I don't want to talk about it, Santana! Why did you have to take me to that place! It's filled with sin."
"Didn't seem like you minded so much when Rachel Berry's hot twin was all up in your grill!" That self righteous, judgmental bullshit was one of the reasons Santana couldn't get along with McKinley's Queen Bee.
"Yeah, Q. You looked like you were having a good time." Brittany smiled brightly at the other blonde from over the top of the passenger's seat headrest.
"Britt, turn around and put your seatbelt on." Quinn sighed, pressing her forehead to the window and watching the scenery with blurred vision. "I don't want to talk about it."
"That's it!" Santana pulled over on the side of the highway. "We're not going anywhere until you tell me what-"
"I said I don't fucking want to talk about it, Santana!"
Brittany's eyes went wide at the proclamation. Quinn hadn't cursed since that one time at cheer camp before freshman year when the Senior Cheerios dared her to. Brittany remembered how Quinn had spent a whole half hour before lights out praying for forgiveness.
"Not. Moving." The brunette crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest.
Quinn was almost certain that her next few words were the product of too many colorful drinks. "I kissed her. Or she kissed me. I don't know. It happened really fast."
Brittany and Santana turned to one another at the same exact moment. Both wearing the same shocked expression. Santana shrugged, unsure of what to say. "Welcome to the club?"
The statement only seemed to put Quinn in more of a funk. The blonde head cheerleader thumped her head against the window and groaned.
Santana glanced at Brittany for guidance. She wasn't anywhere near decent at making people feel better. Totally the opposite of Santana's field of expertise. The blonde simply shrugged and mouthed a, 'we could get ice cream?'
The car rumbled back to life. A mischievous smirk taking Santana's lips as a brilliant idea popped into her head. "I think I have just the thing to make your feel better."
"We are not having a threesome, Santana." Quinn blurted, completely horrified.
Santana slammed on the brakes. "What the fuck, Fabray! So not what I was suggesting."
Brittany giggled softly at their antics and chipped in to the craziness of the conversation. "I kind of thought you were going to say we should have a threesome. Now I want to. You're both really hot."
Quinn and Santana stared at Brittany, slack jawed. They shook their heads simultaneously. Completely ignoring the statement as it didn't deserve a response.
"Shh!" Santana hissed. Eyes boring into the two giggling blondes next to her. When their giggling subsided she handed them each a carton of eggs. "Aim for the window. Remember, if the lights come on run down the street to my house."
Brittany was the first to throw an egg, missing the window entirely. The egg splattered against the roof and Brittany pouted. "San, my eggs are defective."
The brunette couldn't stop the stupid goofy grin spreading across her lips if she wanted to. She rolled her eyes good naturedly and offered Brittany her carton. "Sorry, Britt. We can trade."
There wasn't justifiable reason for the way Santana's heart skipped when Brittany's pout transformed into a brilliant smile. At least, not a reason Santana Lopez would willingly admit to.
"Ugh." Quinn, who was squished between the two girls who were seemingly subconsciously gravitating closer to one another, nudged her friends apart. "Are you going to make out or are we going to egg Rachel's house?"
Brittany stuck her tongue out at the other blonde before springing away from their barrier behind the bushes and running toward Rachel's house. She took a hold of one of the eggs in her new carton and hurled it at the window. It hit the target dead on and Brittany stuck her hands up straight in the air, dropping her carton in the process, and yelled. "Gooaaaallll!"
Quinn and Santana turned to each other with giddy grins. They followed after Brittany, eggs at the ready. Santana did a little happy dance when her first few eggs hit the window. By the time Rachel's bedroom light flickered on all three girls had been reduced to clumsy throws, uncontrollable giggling, snorting, and yelling drunken obscenities. Brittany was out of eggs, half of them smooshy little crushed pieces on the lawn from when the blonde tripped over her own foot and fell butt first onto her carton. Santana ditched her last three eggs to help the blonde up off of the ground. A true feat seeing as they were both too drunk to control their own equilibrium.
Quinn's eyes were squinted, brows furrowed, and teeth bared. Her arm aching from the force of her throws yet she couldn't find a reason to stop. Her insides felt like they were on fire. Like every splatter against Rachel's window held answers to questions she needed firm resolutions to. It wasn't about the childish sport for Quinn. It wasn't just an egg. It wasn't just a window. It was everything she hated and nothing that made sense and the alcohol, the memories, the anger burning in her veins wouldn't let her stop when she heard Brittany's drunken giggling slipping further down the street. Made her yank her arm out of Santana's grasp when the brunette tried to pull her away. Deafened her to Santana's hiss of, "Fucking hell, Quinn! We have to get out of here!"
When the blonde head cheerleader ran out of ammo she headed for Santana's discarded carton on shaky legs. Santana watched Quinn's hand curl around an egg, cracking it in her hand. It didn't seem to faze the blonde that the egg was mush in her own hand. Her arm still reared back to throw the remains. The dark haired teen's gaze shifted anxiously toward Brittany who was already halfway down the street. Santana tried to snap Quinn out of her scary little break down once more, tugging insistently at the blonde's shoulder. Quinn didn't budge and when Rachel Berry's blinds pulled back, the window opening, Santana made the decision to leave her behind. To hell with her if the crazy ass bitch wanted to get caught. No way was Santana having Rachel's dads tell her father what she got up to when he wasn't around.
Santana raced to catch up with Brittany, willing herself not to look back. Not to worry about Quinn fucking Fabray like she actually gave a shit about what happened to her. She was glancing over her shoulder before she could stop herself. The sight she found had her eyes widening incredulously. Had her pace slowing. She watched Rachel peek her head out of the window. Watched Quinn chuck her last egg directly at a stunned Rachel Berry's face.
'So. Not. Good.'
More lights flickered on in the house at Rachel's loud scream. Santana saw Quinn fall to the ground, burying her face in her hands, shoulders trembling so hard she was sure the blonde was crying. She felt the inexplicable urge to run back, pick Quinn's ass up off the ground, and drag her back to her place. Santana glanced toward Brittany's quickly retreating figure and back to Quinn. Watched her usually in charge frenemy trying and failing to get to her feet. She saw Rachel rush out of her front door, her dads observing the scene from the porch but not making any movement toward Quinn. She watched Rachel help Quinn, who was outright sobbing by that point, to her feet. Santana's legs were carrying her away before she even realized she made the decision to leave.
She caught up with Brittany at her house. The blonde was leaning against the tree near Santana's bedroom window, flushed and panting. Santana felt odd. Felt an echoing numbness overcome her. She couldn't get the sight of Quinn, breaking down on Rachel Berry's mushy egg lawn, out of her head. Quinn was always very secretive and bossy and mean. But she'd just seen Quinn crying. Clinging onto Rachel, Rachel who she hated with a fire Santana could barely comprehend, for dear life. Were the people around her different from how she'd originally perceived them? Was Brittany a different person? Was she not what, who, Santana thought she was?
Santana looked at Brittany, a fog thinning. A veil lifting within her. For the first time since they were thirteen, the first time since Santana discovered girls and how it felt to kiss them, she felt like she was looking at her best friend with clearer eyes. Santana felt something strange when she looked at Brittany. Felt her heart swell and her whole body tingle. It was peculiar. Not the type of tingle she usually felt, the one that often led to carnal urge and orgasms. She looked into Brittany's twinkling blue eyes and she felt herself falling in them. Felt herself floating, gravitating closer to the blonde. Closer and closer and closer still, until she couldn't get any closer. Until there was barely a hint of space between them and Brittany's smile was slipping away.
She liked it when Brittany smiled. She liked it when Brittany laughed. She liked it when Brittany was happy. When she was the cause for Brittany's happiness. Santana brushed Brittany's messy bangs away from her sweaty forehead. Fingertips trailing down along the blonde's temple, her cheekbone. Grazing over a blushing cheek, over the edge of her slightly parted lips. Across the side of Brittany's neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her trembling hand settled gently upon Brittany's shoulder. Her eyelids drooped and she strained on her tippy toes, breath mingling with Brittany's and sparking the growing fire between them. Santana paused to look into too blue eyes from beneath hooded lashes. She felt her mouth move, words slipping from between her buzzing lips in a voice she wasn't sure was her own. The tone was too soft, too apprehensive, and too much like someone Santana swore she would never be.
"Can I kiss you?"
It felt like forever before Brittany responded. Her eyes a swirl of cobalt and sapphire that made Santana fall even deeper into the moment. "I think I might die if you don't."
Normally Santana would have chuckled at the statement, pulled Brittany in for a forceful kiss, and used the opportunity to take the moment further but she couldn't. Not with the way her heart was skipping. Santana's breath stilled as she leaned forward to close the bare hint of space between them. The kiss was soft, exploring. So unlike anything Santana had ever experienced before. There wasn't an end result. There weren't any expectations. There was just the soft press of lips and the gentle brush of Brittany's knuckles sliding along her cheek. Santana felt like she was flying and falling all at once, only anchored to the moment by Brittany's touch. The feeling shocked her, lured her deeper into its uncertainty. It was way too much, way too little. Way too incomprehensible for her frayed emotions to grasp. Despite the danger flashing at the back of her mind she couldn't stop kissing Brittany. In that moment she all she wanted, all she needed was to stay like that forever. Brittany's lips molding softly again her own, making her forget the rest of the world existed.