authors note: Sorry that this is a bit late, even though I don't really plan updates, but I hope you enjoy it :)
disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
Brittany isn't beside me or under me when I wake up. I don't know how she managed to sneak away when I normally wake up at the sound of a pin dropping. Lord Tubbington isn't here either. I make sure he isn't in my shower or stuck on the straps of my shoes in my wardrobe then lay back down on my bed.
It isn't long before I hear a buzzing on my phone. I pick it up and smile when Brittany's name flashes up on the screen.
Are you awake? – Brittany
Yeah, why did you leave? – Santana
I'm in the spare room. I just wanted you to get a good sleep – Brittany
I like having you here though, you help me sleep – Santana
I like being there :) But your parents are letting me stay here and I need to show them a little respect – Brittany
I guess that's true, but I miss you already – Santana
Oh god Santana are you really going to be this sappy? One minute you're humping each other and cursing to the gods and next you're being all romantic like you just escaped from the notebook or something.
How about we get some breakfast? I have a surprise for you – Brittany
What kind of surprise? – Santana
A surprise that you'll either love or hate… – Brittany
What if Brittany's making me breakfast? Of course there's a chance I might dislike it because I don't think we've learnt each other's favourite meals yet. I know she loves ice cream, but I doubt she would add that to the breakfast menu. Unless she would… oh my god what if she's making waffles with some ice cream on top? My mouth begins to melt as I attempt to type out a reply.
I'll meet you downstairs – Santana
I spray some perfume on my neck and then tie my hair back into a pony tail. I check the time and notice we have an hour until we have to leave for church. My parents are probably up gardening or something. They're really spontaneous people; they don't have a routine, whatever the other one feels like doing they band together and do it together.
Ugh, so not wanky.
When I descend the stairs Brittany comes into view. She's sitting at the table by herself and when she hears my footsteps she grins up at me.
"Morning," she chirps. I grin back and go to sit opposite her but she shakes her head. "Come over here."
I smile nervously and move beside her to sit down. I turn around and notice my parents are both in the pool house painting some stools. I turn my attention back to Brittany and notice her smirking at me.
"What's for breakfast?" I ask softly.
Brittany's staring at me like she doesn't want to talk about breakfast. She's staring like she has something other than breakfast on her mind. It's not making me uncomfortable in the least which is strange. Normally I'm a blubbering mess by now.
She shuffles her seat a little closer, never breaking our eye contact. I don't break her gaze either, even when I feel her reach for one of my hands. I lick my lips and wait for her to say something, anything. She seems to be thinking really hard.
Her hands lead my hand further onto her thighs until I realise they're moving for her crotch. I swallow thickly but stare into her eyes; that's until I feel something a little unusual down there.
When I look down I gasp and try to pull my hand back but Brittany keeps it firmly in her grasp. "Relax," she giggles, "it's just a strap on."
"Oh my god Brittany, take it off before my parents see that!"
"They didn't even notice before," she shrugs. When the room becomes silent I'm able to picture what Brittany would look like naked with just the strap on around her hips. Holy shit. I finally pull my hand back place my palms on the table.
"We have to get ready for church," I mutter incoherently and Brittany leans closer to me. She begins to stand up and I'm aware that she's just moving closer instead of walking away. One of her legs lifts up to straddle mine and I gasp before turning around to see if my parents are still pre-occupied.
When I realise they are, I think I can relax a little; that's until Brittany slides her crotch up my thigh. Her hands grip my shoulders and she bites her lip. I shake my head.
"Not now, we h-h-have to get ready f-for church…" I trail off when I feel her grind down harder. My eyes flutter shut and my head rolls back. Unfortunately Brittany is more of a tease today and she hops off my lap.
She grins down at me and tickles behind my ear. "You want to know the real reason why I left your room early this morning to be alone?" I can't even nod. I just wait. She leans down and presses her mouth right to my ear. "I masturbated, it felt so fucking good. The whole time I thought of you."
I feel my stomach twist and something below it churns and throbs every time she opens her mouth. I push my chair out and walk around the table to get to my bedroom. I hear her giggling behind me but I ignore it and run to the bathroom to shower and rid myself of my arousal. The only way I can do that is to touch myself. As I pull my underwear off, I can clearly see the pool of my arousal. I have to admit; the thought of her fucking me with a strap on is interesting. Of course I'd rather her use her fingers, but I wouldn't completely rule any kinky stuff out.
After my shower I place on a black dress which just falls above the knee and has a white collar. I call it my waitress dress. It sounded so much more awesome when I first purchased it. I pull my hair out of its ponytail and then style it to a half up half down look. I apply some light lip gloss and then grab my cream slip on flats. I wonder what Brittany has in her bag to wear. Obviously she didn't expect to go to church so I'm sure she wouldn't have bought a conservative dress and crucifix with her. I close my bedroom door behind me as I step out and walk towards the stairs. I contemplate going into the spare room but then shake my head. I don't want to walk in on Brittany changing or her exiting the shower with the steam surrounding to make her look like some sort of shower goddess.
I pat down the stairs and notice my mom fixing my dad's tie. How they managed to paint some stools, shower and get ready all in an hour is beyond me. Sometimes I think I'm in the fifth instalment of the spy kids movies, only I'm not really a spy, my parents just are. They aren't really mysterious; they're just great at life I guess.
"Is Brittany ready yet?" My mom asks.
"I'm not–"
"Ready!" She chimes, jogging the stairs. Brittany's wearing a white dress, shorter than mine, with simple thin straps. The outer layer is lace and underneath that there is thin silk material. I feel like I can see right through the dress so I Immediately try and rid my head of dirty thoughts. I doubt Brittany would wear something see through to church.
"All right, let's get going. Santana, you and Brittany can ride in your car," my dad explains.
"Okay," I mumble and lead the way outside. We both enter our respective vehicles and start our engines. I wonder if my dad would want to drag race down the street. I don't think our destination would approve of that though…
We're at a red light. I can see the church from here on our right. Brittany clears her throat and I frown and look over at her. She's facing forward and leaning her head against the window. I shake my head slightly and turn back towards the wind shield. The lights are still red. Brittany clears her throat again.
I roll my eyes and look over at her. Clearly she's trying to get my attention. "What's wrong? Is there one of Lord Tubbington's hair balls stuck in your throat?"
She smirks and I notice movement further down. My eyes trail down her body until they land on the hand between her legs. She lifts her dress up slowly and reveals the bulge beneath her underwear. I gasp and turn forward. The light is green. I slowly accelerate and follow my parents into the church parking lot.
When we're parked I turn to her anxiously. "Brittany, what the hell made you think it would be okay if you wear a strap on to church?"
"I'm impulsive," she replies calmly.
"Oh my god, oh my god," I chant breathlessly, "what if someone sees?"
She laughs, "no one will see unless I lift my dress up."
"How is that even comfortable?" I ask, suddenly curious and not entirely freaked out.
She smirks and spreads her legs a little. "It's a little uncomfortable, but I wanted to surprise you."
My mouth turns up in to a bashful smile. I can't believe she's thinking about me like this. I fight the urge to lean over and touch it because honestly if I even move an inch closer to her I'm afraid that I'll end up mounting her or even worse; reciting romantic poetry in her ear. In a church parking lot, it's not the best move.
"Definitely a surprise," I mumble and Brittany giggles back. We both step out of the car and notice my parents are already walking inside the church.
Once we're inside I look out for Quinn and notice her in the fourth aisle towards the back. I walk over and slide down the aisle to sit beside her. "Hey," she whispers with a smile.
"Hey," I return softly. Quinn's parents send me an eager grin and I return a small smile to satiate them.
"Hi Brittany," Quinn whispers passed me. Brittany waves slightly toward her while smiling. My eyes float down to Brittany's crotch and I notice how well hidden the strap on is. I relax a little.
I'm not going to lie and say I'm one of God's biggest fans. I only agree to attend church because of Quinn and my parents. I find that doing what my parents want me to do, allows me to have more freedom. So with Brittany beside me this experience sucks a little less.
I manage to stay awake during today's sermon and it's all because of the soothing finger that keeps grazing against my lower back. Brittany's trying to make touch as discreet as possible. I almost expected her to just flatten her palm on my thigh for all nearby eyes to see. I think she respects what we can and can't do now; even though I haven't been against any of her affectionate touches recently.
Her eyes are paying attention to father Paul but I'm not sure her ears are. I turn to Quinn and notice how focused she is on everything father Paul is saying. I swear if you open up her head and look into her mind you'll find bible verses just floating around, maybe even her own version of the bible.
I'm still facing Quinn when I feel the slightest tingle on my neck. My eyes flicker left and notice Brittany's head is about an inch away from mine. "I'm so hard for you."
I splutter out a small cough and unintentionally grab Quinn's attention. She frowns at me and asks if I'm all right. I can't use my voice right now, so I nod quickly with my hand over my mouth and she accepts it. Once her attention is back on father Paul, I turn to Brittany and notice the tiny smirk on her lips as she faces forward.
My skin feels really hot. I feel like I just swallowed a chilli and it went down the wrong hole. I twitch slightly when I realise that Brittany's finger is still tickling my side. She's ignoring her own actions and my reactions and it's starting to make me agitated. I grab her finger and subtly push it back to her side. She doesn't try and touch me again, though she does shuffle across the seat so her thighs hit mine. She whispers a small sorry; as though it was an accident. I grit my teeth together and burn holes in the back of the lady in front of me because I don't want to give Brittany the satisfaction of paying any attention to her.
"You're sexy when you're angry," she whispers near my ear. I shudder and nudge her away with my shoulder. I subtly turn my head to look at the couple behind me. Thankfully they aren't paying attention to us so I can tell Brittany off.
"Don't, not right now," I warn firmly.
"So..." she drawls out, "later?" I can see her smirk from the corner of my eye and I huff in annoyance.
"Britt," I hiss softly, "I thought you wanted us to get to know each other. Plus we're in a church," I remark close to her, "how far did you think you were going to get with me?"
She leans into me and for the first time we lock eyes. I'm quick to turn away but notice the small smirk still etched on her lips. "San," she says in almost a whine, "imagine how much we'll enjoy finally getting together after all of this teasing," she giggles softly and her breath hits my cheek, "it's all about the build up."
I shift awkwardly on my seat, feeling a jolt in between my legs resembling a lightening bolt; not that I've ever felt lightening - especially between my legs...
Father Paul finishes up and everybody stands. I really hope my legs work. Quinn notices my internal battle and reaches for my arm. "What the hell do you always think so hard about during church?"
I huff, "Quinn I don't think you're supposed to say the H word in here." She looks at me funny, like she has no idea what I just said or is just playing dumb. Either way she drops my arm and follows her parents outside the church. I reluctantly turn to Brittany and notice that she hasn't starting moving. She's blocking my way down the aisle towards the door but I can tell by her expression that she doesn't care in the slightest.
My parents file out and eventually are out of sight. Eventually everyone disappears, excluding Brittany and myself. She tugs on my hand, urging me to follow her so I do. We end up in the front aisle and at first she just holds my hand as we sit in silence.
"What are we doing?" I ask softly.
I watch her lick her lips slowly before speaking. "I want you to do something for me. Go into the confession booth and touch yourself." Holy sweet hell, is Brittany serious? She didn't even whisper it or try and hide the fact that she's telling me to masturbate in church - a place my parents call their weekend sanctuary.
My breathing picks up as soon as my mouth falls open to speak. "Brittany, that's s-so wrong."
"Yeah, but it'll feel so right." I slowly stand up and close my eyes for a moment before walking forward. I enter the confession booth. I have no intention of doing what Brittany wants, but it doesn't mean I just want to go home.
I sit down and stare at the different shades of brown surrounding me. I feel like I've been transported into a village and it feels almost comforting.
"Where do I start?" I ask myself. "I think there is something wrong with me," I shake my head quickly and breathe out a laugh, "no, wait, you're not my doctor I shouldn't start off that way. Um, you know, some strange things have happened to me recently. I'm sure strange things happen to everyone, but I'm just me, so..." I sigh. "A person, a woman, came into my life recently and she confirmed every single feeling I've been doubting for the past few months. She's confirmed not only, that I can love another human being, but that I can accept that love. I'm hopeful that she'll love me in return, but we're not really up to that stage yet. I just want to memorise her by touch. I want to feel the softness her skin possesses and how fine her hair really feels. I want everything with her that people say is rare." I wipe my nose and stand up. "Amen, I guess." I slowly open the door and walk out.
When I lift my head I see Brittany standing beside the podium just a few metres away. Her hands are clasped together and her eyes are all watery. I frown and walk towards her. When we're a foot away I reach up and wipe my thumb under her eye.
"I want nothing more than to kiss you right now," she whispers with a sad smile.
My heart thuds loud in my chest. "You know you can Britt," I return.
She shakes her head. "No, you know we can't." She bites her lip to stop herself from crying. I wonder how fast she went from predatory to vulnerable. I wonder if she heard what I said. I wasn't speaking loud enough I don't think.
"You knew I wouldn't get off in there," I say with a small smile. Her lips tilt up and she giggles.
"Got you again," she teases gently.
"Did you hear me?" I ask, slightly nervous for her answer. She steps towards me and brings her thumb to my lips, grazing it across my bottom one. I breath onto her finger until she pulls it away.
"You are too beautiful Santana Lopez," she responds earnestly. I'm surprised I don't feel any embarrassment. I just take her hand and walk out of church towards my car. I check my phone and notice there is a text from my mom. She's asking if we went out after and I reply that we did and we'll be home soon.
Brittany and I are in the spare room, which is now unfortunately her room. That is until Tuesday. Lord Tubbington is rolling on the carpet as though it is the best feeling in the world and I'm sitting on the bed waiting for Brittany to choose some comfortable clothes to get into. She eventually finds a flowy dress and I think she is about to disappear into the bathroom to get changed, but instead starts taking her church dress off right in front of me.
"Br - Oh my god," I breathe when I see the strap on in full view. My eyes are glued onto her crotch until I let them trail up her toned stomach to her breasts. "Mother fucker."
"That's not nice," she hums with a smirk. My eyes ogle her movements as she begins unbuckling the strap on.
"How did you manage to hide that thing, seriously?" I respond in pure shock, ignoring her previous comment. Her eyes lock with mine and she's back to possessing that predatory look again. Her eyes target onto mine and she walks forward, dropping the new dress to the floor. She stands in front of me unmoving for a few seconds and eventually a smile forms on her lips. She bends her arms so her elbows stick out the side and her palms rest on the back of her head. Her hips then start thrusting forward and my eyes bulge when I see the rubber dick fly near my face.
I fall back on one hand and use the other to push her away. But Brittany is fast and persistent. She ends up thrusting a few more times before I grab the dick, effectively catching her by surprise. I pull on it and she lands on my lap, both of her legs straddling me. I look up at her and watch her lips part and then close back up again.
With the faux dick in my hands I grab the buckle and finish undoing it for her. Once I have the toy in my hands I throw it behind her thankfully it doesn't make a huge sound.
"Get dressed," I whisper firmly, my tone holding a hint of flirtatiousness.
"Make me," she returns confidently. I laugh and shake my head.
"I hate you," I say jokingly and try to flip her but she holds onto my shoulders tight.
Once I relax she relaxes also and then sits on top of me, making us the same height. "No you don't, you love me." My breath catches in my throat and I look down so I don't splutter in her face.
I lift my head slowly when she stays silent, but my eyes don't meet hers. I lift my head only so I can see her chest rise and fall. I remember something and before I can stop myself I'm asking her something completely inappropriate - much like our relationship.
"Can I touch them?" I watch her nod slowly and I bring my hands up to her chest. I slowly graze my fingertips just above her nipples before taking the mounds in my hands. I watch her eyes fall closed. It's so tempting to just pull the cups of her bra down, but I restrain and feel over the fabric. "I loved listening to the sounds you'd make in your videos when you were on the verge of cumming..."
Brittany instantly releases a moan and her hands press hard over mine. She opens her eyes and leans forward so her lips are near my ear. "Mm," she moans, "right there baby. I want you so fucking bad Santana," my name on her tongue sounds so good I can't help but whimper, "keep going just like that baby," she arches into me, "oh yeah, fuck," I tweak her nipples, "m-my god Santana, fuck me..."
I swallow hard and quickly remove my hands from her boobs. Her head flies back to look at me and we're both breathing really heavily. She knows why I stopped and why I can't go on. She understands and she leans forward to press a soft kiss against my cheek. "Soon," she whispers.
She hops off of my lap and sits down by her bag. "I have an idea actually," she hums. She pulls out the vibrator I had found the other day and hands it to me. "Have you ever used one before?" I shake my head. "Do you want too?"
I blink down at the toy and nod slowly. "Yeah."
"Girls?" We both shoot our eyes towards the door as it slowly opens and I shove the vibrator under her thigh.
"H-Hey mom," I stutter out, sending her an awkward smile.
She grins at Brittany, "did you enjoy church dear?"
"Yes," Brittany nods, "very much."
"Good," my mom answer softly, "Santana," she turns to me, "you better get to bed soon you have school tomorrow."
"Will do," I breathe out. I have no idea where my voice has gone.
She blows us both a kiss and shuts the door behind her. I pull the vibrator back out and hold it in my hands. "What are you thinking?"
"I don't know," I shrug and pinch my lips together.
"Are you tired?" I nod. "I'll let you go to sleep then."
"All right," I answer and stand up, "goodnight." I watch Brittany stand up quickly before I can walk away and she wraps her arms around me. I respond immediately, wondering if I can give her a tiny kiss. But she beats me to it. I feel her lips lightly press against my jaw and then pull back. When I don't pull back she takes that as a sign to kiss me again. Her kisses are so tentative - as if she's testing out the waters of a huge lake. Eventually I let my head fall left so it exposes more of my neck.
She grows hungry quick and licks up throat towards my chin. She then pushes me back until I hit the door and one of my legs fly around hers to feel some friction. I still have the vibrator in my hands and she notices. "Turn it on," she husks against my skin.
I shake my head and push her back. "Soon," I pant out and run out of the room to my own. I really don't know how much more teasing I can take.
I lay back on my bed and check my phone. I haven't been on Twitter recently and I'm sure my 34 followers are missing me. I log in and scroll up until I reach today's tweets. Puckerman tweeted about how someone needs to invent a cologne specifically for private parts. I roll my eyes and scroll down until I notice Brittany's name appear.
Brittany S. Pierce MissBrittanyPierce
"I want everything with her that people say is rare."
My heart is doing that thudding thing again. Holy shit she quoted me. My favourite person in the world quoted me. 345 people retweeted her, holy shit. I clutch my phone to my chest and eventually fall asleep with her name against my heart.
I'm unable to talk to Brittany in the morning before school. One more day and then we can have each other in every possible way - that's all I've been thinking since I woke up. I poked my head inside her room but she was still asleep. I didn't want to wake her so I went downstairs, grabbed some toast and then hopped in my car. My parents had already left for work so I remember to write her a note explaining everything.
I wish I could stay home with her. I wish at least my mom could start work in her beauty salon already so Brittany would have someone to talk too and bond with. I'm sure she can find a fun game to play with Lord Tubbington.
"Lopez!" I hear a rough voice call out to me as I'm standing at my locker. I turn my head and roll my eyes at the sight of Dave Karofsky.
"What do you want?" I ask impatiently.
"Oh nothing," he smirks, "just wanted to show you a little something."
I raise an eyebrow and look down at the phone he's holding. What I see on the screen makes me gasp. "What the hell are you doing with a picture of Brittany?"
"Oh so you do know her," he says eagerly.
"What are you trying to prove?" He opens his mouth but my sharp tone makes him close it. "There is nothing you can do with that picture. You can spread rumours around the school about her or us but no one will give a shit because everyone knows that you only speak fluent bullshit."
"Fuck you bitch," he hisses back.
"Oh please don't act like you're so tough," I reply with a sinister laugh. He scowls and shoves his phone in his pocket. "There's nothing you can do and you know it, you have such a sad life that you have to threaten people to feel big. You're pathetic." He grumbles something incoherent and then walks away down the hall.
It isn't long before I'm approached by Quinn and Puck. "What was David saying to you?" Quinn asks concerned.
"He just wanted to know where the nearest farm was so he can join his family of cattle," I respond with a small laugh. Quinn just rolls her eyes, but Puck looks impressed.
"If he tries to talk to you again, just let me know okay?"
"Okay Puckerman I've told you a thousand times I'm not getting in your pants again."
He frowns, "no I wasn't insinuating anything Santana, jesus can't a guy be genuine for once?" I know it's a rhetorical question but I answer it anyway.
"When that 'genuine' guy is you, no."
"Whatever," he huffs, "Quinn filled me in on your little girl crush so I won't be trying anything with you any more."
I look towards Quinn and notice how flushed her cheeks are. "You go around telling anybody else about this?" I ask warningly. Quinn shakes her head quickly but then freezes. Something has caught her eye and when I turn around, I gasp.
Brittany is strutting down the hall towards us in mini denim shorts and a white tank top. I can see people stop and do a double take towards her and I mean, who can blame them?
"Who is that?" Puck asks breathlessly.
I swallow hard. "My girl crush."
"That's your girl?" Puck asks incredulously. I nod dumbly, too caught in up in Brittany. She's a few meters away when I notice the smirk on her lips. Her eyes pierce mine and it feels like I'm being forced backwards. I'm about to trip on my own two feet when I feel arms wrap around my waist and pull me close.
"Hey baby, are you okay?" I stare at Brittany all smitten like and nod. She smirks and brushes the hair from my face. "Hey guys," she says to Quinn and Puck without taking her eyes off me.
"Hi," Puck mumbles.
"Hey Brittany," Quinn chimes. She then grabs Puck's hands and drags him away. "Remember you have class San!" Her voice fades but I manage to hear her and fall out of my stupor.
"Crap, I have class in a few minutes."
"Maybe I can join you, I mean, you said your teachers barely pay attention right?" I nod.
"Right." I watch Brittany's lips turn into a mischievous smirk.
"Mr. Burton is sending us all to the library," an obnoxiously loud voice echoes down the hall.
"Is that your teacher?" Brittany asks hopefully.
"Yeah," I breathe back.
"Awesome, let's go." She winks and takes my hand. I lead us down the hall out of school until we're in another building. Once we're inside the library, Brittany begins to pick up the pace in her step and I try my best to keep up.
She finds a table in the corner behind everyone and pulls out a chair for me. I thank her and wait for her to sit as well. "Study," she orders lightly.
"But you're here. How am I supposed to study without getting distracted?" I ask softly, scanning the room for onlookers.
"Well," Brittany licks her lips and leans closer, "just don't think about how hard I'm going to fuck you tomorrow."
My mouth drops open and I cover it quickly in case a gasp or even a moan tries to escape. "Oh my god," I mumble against my palm.
"I'm wearing my strap on again..."
"Brittany!" I squeak.
She grins, "just kidding." I sigh and shake my head. I notice a few people giving us weird looks but I just glare back at them before looking down at my work.
"So after you've stopped being so immature maybe you can help me," I suggest.
"What subject?" Brittany leans over and scrunches her face in disgust. "No thank you, numbers and me don't go together."
I bite my lower lip and shift my chair a little closer to hers. I can't stop myself from flirting again. "I thought you liked to use digits," I husk out the last word and watch her deflate in her seat.
She smirks and mouths 'fuck you'. I laugh and shrug innocently.
After another half hour of teasing the bell finally goes for next period. Luckily I have a free. Brittany and I run to my car and I speed, well drive at a fast pace, home.
We both run out of the car and towards the front door. I quickly unlock it and watch Brittany bolt inside, throwing her clothes off on the way in. "What the hell are you doing?" I ask laughing and picking up her clothes. I hear a splash and when I walk outside I notice Brittany underneath the water in the pool.
"Come in," she shouts.
I shake my head, "I do have another like four hours of school you know."
"So what? Do something spontaneous!" Brittany's sort of like the key to my engine. She's what fires me up, gets me going. I don't think I would have the energy to do anything if she wasn't hear. I'd have an average life, eat average dinners and hang out with average friends. But with her here; I have ice cream for dinner, I confess feelings I didn't even know I held inside of me and I live. I live because she inspires me too.
"Okay," I whisper to myself and run towards the pool full speed with my clothes still on.
I still wasn't dry when I returned to school. I hadn't even stopped shivering. Brittany had been rubbing the towel on me while I drove to school. I kissed her on the cheek before I got out of the car and I'll never forget the smoothness of her skin. I wondered almost immediately if she felt that way everywhere on her body.
After the last three agonizing hours of school, I was finding it hard to stay awake and make it to cheerios practice. My last class was with Mrs. Hagberg who for the past week has been giving me the evil eye. I don't really understand how one wrong thing makes me Satan, but apparently to her I am. So I try my best in her class and hope she doesn't fail me for some weird reason - like she despises technology and the fact I was using it in class, or she's just very racist.
I approach Quinn on the oval and she waves at me. I smile back and we sit down on the grass to start stretching.
I'm about to karate chop her ass for teasing me about Brittany when a few cheerleaders approach us. I look up at them through squinted eyes and notice how gigantic they look from down here.
"So are you like a full blown dyke now?" One of them asks.
I hear Quinn gasp but I place a hand in front of her. "What the fuck is it to you sweat patch?"
The girl cowers behind her friend. The friend reluctantly steps forward and folds her arms. "Rumour has it you've got a pretty sexually active girlfriend," she states nervously.
"Rumour has it I'm dead fast in knocking bitches to the floor," I respond confidently. They all noticeably shake at my words but sit down in front of Quinn and I.
"I'm guessing that Karofsky spoke to you girls?" Quinn chimes in. They all nod. "Well everyone knows he's full of shit."
"Yeah," I nod, "don't you ever come over here accusing me of shit like that again," I basically growl at them and they nod furiously. I hear some footsteps in the distance and then feel a familiar pair of arms wrap around me.
"Hey baby," Brittany coos in my ear.
"Britt," I grin and stand up to greet her, "twice in one day?" She nods and wraps her arms around my neck. I hug her waist, pulling her in tight.
"So much for accusations," I hear Quinn grumble to herself.
Brittany pulls back so our fronts are still touching and plays with my cheerios uniform. "You look so hot in this, I just want to rip it off you," she says giggling. I bite my lip and grin at her, completely forgetting about our company. I watch her slowly pull something out of the bag she's carrying and slip it under my shirt. I hold it there and place it safely beneath the waistband of my skirt. "Use it wisely," she jokes, "I'll be on the bleachers."
I nod and watch her walk away. When she's just a spot, I turn back to the girls and frown. "Get the fuck out of here!" They scurry off and Quinn just laughs and follows them to the starting position. Sue's ordering us to make another pyramid, but this time I'm at the bottom. I guess other girls need a shot at being on top to.
Wanky.
When I feel a foot put pressure on my hand I check to see who it belongs to. I smirk when I notice it was the girl who called me a dyke before. I make sure I'm holding onto her strongly before reaching into my skirt with my free hand and pulling out the toy. I switch it on to it's highest level and Sue yells to hold our position and grin like our lips are being pulled apart from both sides by a bulldozer.
I carefully lift my hand until the toy is at her knee. Then I plunge it up her skirt and she shrieks and basically leaps off of the pyramid. Everyone squeals as each girl comes tumbling down. For a moment I wonder if anyone's hurt, but I notice on the other side of the group Quinn is holding her stomach and laughing loudly. I snort and run away from the girls towards the bleachers before I can get into trouble.
I hear Sue yelling for all the girls to forget about the rest of practice because apparently some girls can't wait to have their private time. Her voice fades out when I notice Brittany running down the bleachers towards me. I pick up my pace and leap into her arms. She tightens her hold around my waist and carries me to my car.
"There's only like eight more hours until you can legally mount me," she jokes. I laugh and slap her back lightly. "Ooh, getting frisky already are we?" I laugh again and hold onto her tighter. She places me on the hood of my car and tries to get away but the hold my legs have around her waist is too strong.
"Soon," I husk out.
She bites her lip and nods. "Soon."
authors note: Hope I didn't offend anybody with the masturbating in church thing (even though Santana didn't do it) but still. Let me know your thoughts :)