authors note: Sorry for any mistakes.

disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.

What are you wearing? – Santana

"What the hell are you smirking about Lopez?" I clutch my phone to my chest and glare at Puck.

"Nothing," I grumble and slide down a little in my chair.

Puck leans over and winks. "Is someone getting birthday sexts?"

"Fuck off Puckerman!" I hiss.

Mr. Schue clears his throat in the front of the room. "Excuse me amigos, please stop the chatter." I roll my eyes and sigh. This guy wouldn't know proper Spanish if he swallowed the dictionary.

"Why so grumpy Lopez? You're 18!" He whispers with a wonky smile.

"I know that," I sigh, "I just don't like when you try and invade my business." Puck stretches his legs under his desk and turns a little towards me.

"All right, fair enough. Well it would be nice to chat like friends once in a while and sometimes friends talk about their sex lives..."

"Hold up, since when are we friends?" I snap.

Puck raises his hands in defence. "Woah well I just thought since we're both friends with Quinn and Sam that we were like automatically tight."

I scrunch my face up in disgust. "Please don't say we're tight," a thought clicks into my head, "where is Quinn today? She called me at like 1 in the morning wishing me a happy birthday but I couldn't stay on the phone."

Puck's face turns sour and he opens his mouth to speak but shakes his head. I grow curious and turn to Mr. Schue whose back is to the class. I scoot my chair closer to him and duck. Puck finally looks at me again. "Sam broke up with Quinn."

"What!?"

"Shh, keep it down," he whispers.

"When was this?"

"Just this morning. She texted me saying she wouldn't be at school today because Sam's an asshole."

"Fuck," I breathe. My phone buzzes in my hands and I quickly open the message from Brittany.

A sweater and track suit pants.. why? - Brittany.

I roll my eyes. This girl clearly doesn't understand the concept of sexting. My phone buzzes again and I frown when I see that it's Brittany again.

Just kidding. I'm outside with Tubbs by the pool so you can only imagine what I'm wearing - Brittany.

I gulp and shake my head, trying not to stray away from the thought of Quinn alone at her house heartbroken. I should probably help her out considering she's my only real friend here. Crap. It's my birthday and I'm going to be spending it eating ice cream and watching Quinn's favourite film The Notebook. Maybe I can invite Brittany over. I doubt Quinn will want that though. The last thing she needs to witness is a couple being thrown at her face.

Wait. Brittany and I aren't even a couple. Crap, we need to talk about our relationship.

"Santana, the bell went let's go," Puck announces. I shake my head to rid myself of my distracting thoughts and stand up, following him out into the hall. "I'm going to have a chat to Sam, he's probably on the field."

"Cool," I reply automatically, rushing passed Puck to my locker. I hear him call out to me but I keep walking until my books are shoved into the steel box and I'm heading out to my car.

"Excuse me, Santana?" Is that Berry? I pause and swirl on my feet, frowning at the brunette.

"What do you want? I'm in a hurry."

Rachel looks really intimidated. I guess because she's at the bottom of the food chain with the rest of the glee club. Not that I could judge them. I totally sing in my shower sometimes and picture myself under the spotlight.

"I-I was just wondering where Quinn was today," she stutters in a quiet voice.

I raise an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"

"Well w-w-we have Glee club rehearsal after school and since she joined now I was just -"

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up a minute Berry. Quinn Fabray; cheerio, joined the Glee club?" I ask in disbelief.

Rachel nods hesitantly, causing me to break out in laughter. "When the hell did this happen?"

"This morning," she replies softly, "I'd been asking her for weeks to join and then suddenly she texts me saying okay." It clicks in my head that Sam was very controlling. He didn't want Quinn joining any club that would ruin their reputation as a couple. I guess I can understand why she would take the first opportunity to perform now that Sam's no longer her boyfriend.

"Uh, I got to go, I'll be sure to remind Quinn about rehearsal," I say quickly, walking backwards towards my car. Rachel's grin widens and she waves goodbye to me. Once I'm in my car I make a mental note to clean my rear view mirror because I can still see Rachel's big mouth from here.

It doesn't take long until I've pulled up outside Quinn's house. I run out of my car to the front door and knock hard a few times but there's no answer. The Fabray's must be out and Quinn must not be able to hear over her vicious, whale like sobs. Okay Santana, now is not the time to be mean to your best friend, she's going through a hard time.

"Quinn?" I howl. I walk through the hall towards her room and quietly tap my knuckles against the door.

"Whoever it is you better back off before I bite you," she shouts. My eyes widen slightly and my lips purse together. I don't really like hormonal, moody Quinn. Heartbroken Quinn is something I haven't experienced yet and I have a feeling it's going to be 30 times worse.

"It's Santana," I yell back, opening the door slowly, "I'm coming in." I witness her on her bed, cradling her knees in her arms. I don't think I've ever felt empathy before so I'm not sure if what I'm feeling is that or something else depressing.

"He dumped me," she sobs. I approach her and crawl onto the bed. "He's such little fuck," she hisses. I nod my head, because I really have no idea what else to do. Normally Quinn is strong and independent but now she's acting like she really needs a man, well boy, to make her happy.

"Sam's not worth it, he's an idiot," I say, trying to ease her open wounds.

"You're just saying that because you're my best friend and you have to s-s-say that," she whines back.

I roll my eyes and snuggle in behind her. "Of course I am you fool, but would you rather me tell you that Sam is going to find a hotter blonde with a double D rack?"

Quinn instantly shakes her head. "You really know how to make me feel better," she says sarcastically. I grin and press my face into her hair.

"Just try to think about other stuff; like Glee club!"

"Oh no, that's on today," she huffs.

"I thought you would be excited. You can finally perform, even if it is with Berry."

Quinn seems to stiffen at the mention of Rachel, I notice. I lean up a little a notice her gnawing on her bottom lip. "Have you ever um, like, wanted to try something new?"

I squint at her. "Are we talking about Glee club or a person here?"

Quinn sighs. "I don't know, it's stupid forget it."

I rest my head back on the pillow. "Well, Brittany's something new."

"Oh no, you have Brittany and I'm the single one again! What the hell am I supposed to do while you make love and hang out!?" Quinn's body shudders with fresh sobs. I sigh and slap my palm to my forehead.

"Quinn," I say through gritted teeth, "you're going to find someone really special who -"

"No I'm not! Santana what's going to happen when Brittany has to leave? We'll both be alone for the rest of our lives because the people we want just keep hurting us or don't want to commit," her body shakes violently, "oh god!"

"Quinn stop it!" I yell, holding her body so she stops shaking. I listen to her words repeat in my head. What is going to happen when Brittany has to leave? It's not like I can force her to stay. She has nothing to do here, there's no way she can work in porn here...

"I'm going to call Sam and abuse him," Quinn announces, trying to break out of my grip.

"No, no you're not!" I reply, grabbing her wrists. She wiggles violently, desperate to get loose but my hold is too strong and eventually Quinn's body falls limp. "It's all right," I whisper in reassurance until I hear light snores emitting from her nostrils.

I managed to slip away from Quinn without her noticing. I wish she wouldn't have brought Brittany up, and just spoken like a rational person instead of going all desperate housewife on me. I end up returning home instead of going back to school. If Puckerman really wants to be my friend, he would make up a lie for me to tell the teachers, seeing as we're in most of each others classes today.

I lug my bag over my shoulder and head towards the front door. At least now I can see Brittany; that's one great thing about today. She's the best birthday present ever.

Looking back over my shoulder to make sure I didn't miss my parents car, I slowly open the front door. If Brittany is still by the pool or in bed now, I want to surprise her. Before I'm even able to conduct a plan to surprise Brittany in my head - she does just that.

Hanging on her body is a plastic apron that her boobs are basically popping out of. She's got flour or some powdery stuff on her cheeks and arms and her face is scrunched as she stares at a page in a recipe book. I clear my throat and her head snaps up.

"Oh Santana," she grins, "why are you home? Not that I'm complaining," she quickly adds with a little smirk. This suddenly feels alot like a porn video. I try and get over the fact that most of her skin is exposed by looking down at my shoes. I notice some dirt on the hem of my cheerios skirt and blindly pick at it. I hear the patter of Brittany's feet get closer to me until she's doing that damn sexy thing where she hovers over me and smirks.

"W-What are you cooking?" I mumble.

Brittany licks her lips and takes her eyes off me for a second. "I don't know. I was trying to bake, but most of the ingredients just got on me," Brittany giggles and swipes some flour off her arm. She holds the tip of her finger against my lips and while staring her in the eyes I open my mouth, licking the length of her digit as though her own juices were spread along it.

Her lips part and she struggles to speak. Brittany's hand lands on my shoulder and her thumb brushes along my collarbone. "Are we in a porno right now? Is there a film crew somewhere?"

Brittany snorts, "why do you ask that?"

"This just looks really set up, I don't know..." I trail off, unsure of how to explain myself.

"Well," Brittany husks, "if it was a porno, what would you do to me? Where would you start? How would you start?" She's less than an inch away when we hear the click of the lock on the door. Brittany tugs on my arm and pulls me into the closet where we hid from Quinn the first night Brittany showed up. I feel a wave of nostalgia wash through me when we enter the dark room. I feel like quoting Titanic, so I do.

"This is where we first met," I whisper.

Brittany laughs. "Not technically, we met at your front door."

"Whatever," I huff. I don't flick the light on incase whoever is in the house notices. If it's my mom, she'll think someone is trying to steal her knitting basket, but if it's my dad, he'll just think there's something paranormal in the house.

"Ouch," Brittany hisses softly.

"What's wrong?" I ask sincerely, trying to reach out for her.

"I hit my back on something," she whines. I move closer to her, holding my hands out in front of me to feel around. I manage to touch the fabric of her shirt and bring her closer. My hands slide up over her breasts and settle on her shoulders. She leans down slowly so she's brushing her nose against mine.

"Don't ever leave me for that long again."

She pulls me into a searing kiss, causing me to tighten my grip around her neck. I whimper sharply against her lips while pushing her backwards against the opposite wall. She runs her hands through the slits in my cheerios skirt and pulls hard on my underwear, causing it to snap back against my thigh. I hiss against her lips and grind forward into her.

"Britt," I puff out when she pulls back for air. I untie the apron and let it fall off her chest, exposing her boobs for my touch, not my eyes.

I feel her arms creep under my thighs and she lifts me into the air. I cling onto her and pant right into her ear as she turns us around so my back is against the wall now. She rubs against me hard and I bounce back against the wall. "Oh San," she breathes against my neck. I feel her tongue slide along my skin and my fingers grip tight into her hair. She's holding me up effortlessly and using all her strength to grind against me quickly.

I lean back and pull Brittany in for a wet kiss. Our tongues immediately meet like old friends. She moans into my mouth, informing me she's close. I use all my strength to thrust against her, effectively relieving some of my arousal. The apron she's wearing has risen, exposing her lace underwear which creates amazing friction against my spanks. "Oh my..."

Her legs buckle and I pepper kisses all over her face. She surprises me by letting one of my legs drop to the ground. Her hand that was holding it up slides between our bodies so she can reach my underwear. She immediately plunges her hand underneath the fabric and runs her fingers along my folds. I release a high pitched whimper when she finally enters me. "Fuck me," I breathe.

Brittany's fingers work inside me tirelessly. I feel her dig the tip of her fingers against my inner walls and my mouth drops open. "Oh fuck," I whine. My body shudders in ecstasy I fall limp against her. We both pant heavily against each other like we just ran a marathon; and it sure feels like it.

"Don't ever leave me for that long again," she repeats and I nod furiously. She steps back and ties her apron back up, flattening it out so it covers up her underwear. I bite my lower lip as I watch her and she winks before opening the door. She slowly creeps out and I follow soon after. We both look outside into the salon and notice my mom with one of her friends. I blush instantly at the thought of them hearing us.

Brittany grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. "I'll take a quick shower and then we can go get Lord Tubbington's cat food," she says breathlessly, grabbing a towel and stepping into the bathroom.

"Okay," I reply lamely and sit down on my bed. I think of how long it will take me to get over this feeling of pure happiness every time Brittany touches me. Even when she looks at me I can't help but want to see her face everyday for the rest of my life. I know I'm not just a fan any more; I mean something to her and I'll wait until she explains to me just how much I mean to her.

We're in the car, about to pull into the parking lot of the large pet store when Brittany rubs her fingers along my free hand. "You're really pretty in the morning," she ducks her head, "I forgot to tell you that."

A pink hue slowly forms on my cheeks and I keep my attention forward. After I park, I lean over to Brittany and press a firm kiss to her lips. Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise but when I attempt to pull back, her lips follow me. I giggle. "Come on cheeky," I tease.

We enter the store and I'm instantly overwhelmed with where to start. I really don't understand how they can fill this entire store when there are only so many, legal, pets you can have.

"Won't you get in trouble for skipping class?"

I sigh, "they won't even notice I'm gone." Brittany purses her lips together then scans the isles. Her eyes spot a sign saying 'Cat products/food/toys' and she gestures for me to follow her. "Will it take Tubbs a while to get over that fact he won't be eating human food any more?"

Brittany pinches her lips together then turns to me with a serious expression. "It's time." That's all she says before walking down a narrow isle, making popping noises with her lips. I check out the opposite shelves and notice a cat on the front of a food bag that looks exactly like Tubbs.

"Did Lord T have any siblings?" I ask.

Brittany stands beside me, staring deeply at the cat on the front of the bag. "It looks kind of like his mom, they both have big bellies." I laugh and walk passed Brittany, further down the isle. She catches up to me and I notice a little smirk on her face.

"What's up?" I ask curiously. She shakes her head and shrugs. I frown for a moment before looking down between our bodies. Our fingers are locked and our palms are pressed together tight. How did I not feel her hold my hand? "When did that happen?" I ask jokingly.

She bites her lip. "I thought you did it."

I squint at her but play along. "No, I'm pretty sure I had nothing to do with that."

"So we should probably stop doing it then..."

"No!" I shout back. A few people around the store stare at us, so I push Brittany down a different isle. "I like this," I whisper.

"So do I," she says grinning, "it makes me feel...cosy. I don't know what it is about you," she stares gently into my eyes, "there's something between us that I don't want to let get away any time soon."

My heart leaps, flips and bounces in my chest. "What d-does that mean?" I stutter out, feeling overwhelmed by her gaze and the seriousness in her tone. All our serious conversations have only been a couple sentences long. We don't ask questions, we just let things be. But now I've asked her a question and she looks confident right now, so there's no way she'll cower away.

"It means," she steps closer and runs a finger delicately across my right cheekbone, "if you'll have me, I can make you so happy Santana." I swear I've just been punched in the throat. My words are clogged in there and every time I try to say a word it comes out like a cough. My mouth ends up curling into the biggest grin and instead of replying with words, I jump into Brittany's arms and wrap my legs around her waist. She holds me tight and twirls me carelessly in the middle of the isle.

I feel my feet knock against some items on the shelf and when they splatter on the ground, Brittany drops me to the floor and grabs my hand, running away from the evidence to the other end of the store. The whole time I'm laughing and trying not to bump into anyone. Happiness; that's what is rushing through me right now. I forget about what's going on with everyone else and focus on this moment, right now.

Brittany's running ahead of me, our hands still connected. She turns her head to me and I witness the biggest smile she's ever shown. I pick up the pace so we're running beside each other. We make a sharp turn and hit a dead end. Brittany grabs a random bag of cat food and says, "this will do." We head to the register with the biggest grins on our faces. I swear the lady serving us thinks we've got botox or taken something strong. The only surgery I've had are on the twins and not on these fine lips, I think to myself.

"16.50." I hand her the cash before Brittany can stop me. She grabs the bag and we both run to my car. I don't know why we're running so much; maybe Brittany wants to get home fast to feed Tubbs. Or maybe she wants to get home fast to do...other things.

With that thought in mind I quickly unlock the car and throw myself in. Brittany hops in the passenger seat and I start the engine. As I'm about to reverse I hear a loud vibration in my pocket. "Crap," I breathe.

Brittany giggles. I poke my tongue at her and retrieve my phone.

Will u come 2 Glee club with me pls? Just this once - Quinn

My eyes almost pop out of my head. I cannot be seen in that room. Not only because the cheerios will totally demote me from Oprah to Gayle, but because most of the glee club hate me. There's another vibration, but it isn't coming from my phone again. I watch Brittany retrieve her phone and frown when she checks the screen. She locks it and stuffs it in her pocket again.

"Who was that?" I ask, then quickly shake my head. "Sorry it's none of my business."

Brittany rubs my hand soothingly. "It's okay," she says quietly, "it wasn't anyone important." I nod. We're not really official so I don't have the right to poke into her business. I focus on my phone and type out a reply to Quinn.

All right. But I'm bringing Britt - Santana

"We're going to Glee club after school finishes," I say tiredly.

"I thought you didn't sing," Brittany teases. I shove her playfully on the arm.

"Quinn joined up, she just wants me to be there with her," I sigh. "Sam broke up with her."

Brittany's eyes widen. "No way!" I nod sadly. She purses her lips and sinks in her seat to get comfortable. "Well high school relationships never really work out anyway," she says matter of factly, with a small shrug.

I frown. "What's our relationship then?"

"Well I'm not in high school..." She says slowly.

I roll my eyes. "I know that, but I am and doesn't that mean half of our relationship is naive and stupid? Is that what you're saying?" I didn't mean to possess such a bitchy-ness to my tone, but it's really inevitable when someone says something that sounds like they're belittling me. I don't think that's what Brittany meant though, but I still have my guard up 24/7 so what do you expect?

"Santana why are you snapping? I never said anything about our relationship," Brittany affirms. When I don't answer, Brittany steps out of the car. I almost think she's going to walk home, but she walks passed the hood and stands near my door. She opens it and sits sideways on my lap, so her legs are dangling out of the door. "You're very mature for your age San, not enough people tell you that..."

I scoff. "I suppose you think I'm charming and passionate too." I roll my eyes and avoid eye contact with her. Brittany notices immediately and takes my head in her hands so I face her.

"You didn't let me finish," she speaks softly, "not enough people tell you that... Because there are moments like this where you jump to conclusions and act like a five year old." She isn't saying anything with malice, her voice is so gentle and comforting that all I do is nod in reply. "But yes," she licks her lips, "I do think you're passionate. The way you look at me and take control when we're kissing, the way you won't stop until I've climaxed, the way you hold me, the way you want me to feel safe with you - that's passion."

I feel like I don't deserve these compliments, so I shake my head and smile at her sadly. I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her into a warm hug. "You are so beautiful."

She holds me tighter after I whisper that against her hair.

After moving back into the passengers seat, we drive home to drop off the food for Lord Tubbington. There are still a few hours before we have to go into school, so Brittany decides it would be best to talk to my mom about what she sort of witnessed this morning.

"I'm sorry about before by the way," I whisper quickly as we walk through the house towards the back yard, "I shouldn't have snapped so easily at you, when all you do is make me happier than I've ever been." I continue walking, but no longer feel a presence behind me. I stop and turn around, noticing Brittany staring at me with those half lidded eyes and slack jaw.

"Maybe we should wait to talk to your mom," she whispers, "she looks like she's busy." I turn and notice my mom now has a second woman in the salon. They look like they're in some sort of business meeting. I twist my head back around to face Brittany and nod slowly. She walks over to the living room sofa and sits down. I watch her pat her thighs, gesturing for me to sit on her lap.

I gulp. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to being able to make love to Brittany whenever we both feel like it. I straddle her lap and she leans up to capture my lips. I hold on to her shoulders while my hips involuntarily grind down against hers. "Mm," she lets out a muffled moan.

She runs her hands down my back, pulls up my cheerios skirt and slides her hands beneath my spanks to palm my ass. I gasp into her mouth and press my pussy down against hers. I open my mouth, allowing Brittany's warm tongue to play with mine. She sucks on my lips hungrily, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. There's a loud pop when we pull back and I stare at her through my thick lashes.

I roll my hips in circles when she takes my bottom lip between her teeth. She grunts and her head falls back, giving me a chance to attack her exposed neck. I suck on her pulse point, before moving to her jawline, applying light kisses all the way across her face.

"Yes," she pants as her hands grip my ass firmly, pressing me down against her.

Brittany surprises me by lifting me off her lap to throw me onto the sofa. I gasp as my back hits the cushions. She smirks and hovers above me, running her lips up my neck and placing her knee right against my soaking entrance. I bet she can feel the heat through my spanks. I arch my back when she presses against me repeatedly and claw at the sofa.

"Britt," I whimper. She holds my left thigh, so my leg is bent in the air. She rubs her own pussy against my other thigh, slowly, causing my clit to ache. My whimpers spur her on and soon she's fastening her pace, pushing harder into me.

"Oh my god, oh my god," she squeaks and shakes on top of me. I hold her body against me and keep her knee pressed right against my entrance until I feel myself climax.

"Sharing this day with you has made my birthday so much better," I whisper.

Her body falls limp on mine and I share a lazy smile with her. "Your mom c-c-could've walked in on us doing that," she mumbles.

"Wouldn't be the first time," I say wiggling my eyebrows. Brittany slaps my arm and crawls off of me. I laugh and follow her upstairs to my bedroom. When I open the door we both immediately hear the constant buzzing from Brittany's phone.

"Jeez someone's persistent," I joke, fixing my pony tail. Brittany's laugh is a little hollow and she quickly locks her phone, shoving it into her little brown bag. She pulls the strap over her shoulder and turns to me with a smile.

"Ready?" I'm glad we didn't end up talking to my mom. Not only because of my sexy times with Brittany, but because my mom would have probably killed me for skipping class. I don't think 'looking after a best friend because she's been crying all day about her ex boyfriend' is a good enough excuse for skipping school.

I know I have cheerios practice after school, but Quinn's more important. I mean, we've both already been at the top of the pyramid so there's nothing else to be anxious for during practice. Sue will definitely notice the only ethnic girl in her squad is missing, but there are too many blondes for her to notice Quinn is absent. I kind of want to reassure her Quinn and I aren't going to the dark side, because I know how much she despises Glee club and Mr. Schue.

In the end I just decide it's better to keep my mouth shut and go straight to the choir room, with the incessant vibration still emitting from Brittany's phone.

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