disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
By the time we got to school Brittany had turned her phone off, thrown it in her bag and left it in the car. I skipped ahead of her, a little on edge about asking who keeps calling because Brittany informed me it was no one important. I have a feeling I know whose on the other end of the line, but if I say it out loud it will feel too real.
Brittany catches up to me and takes my hand, locking our fingers together. I smile anxiously at her, wondering whether or not to let go when we enter the choir room. I don't know if barging in with my...friend; who is a very attractive girl, will be appropriate. They'll all probably hate me even more. Kurt Hummel will send me a sassy one liner and Mercedes Jones will probably compare Brittany to tots. "Which would you rather have?" She'd ask.
I laugh to myself and Brittany tugs me closer to her side. "What's funny?"
"Nothing," I say quietly, pursing my lips together. Brittany winks and takes a deep breath when we approach the door of the choir room. "Are you sure you want to come in? I'm sure half the Glee club has their little porn sessions every week," I laugh to myself at the thought, "they might bombard you with questions if they recognize you."
Brittany grins and tucks some hair behind my ear. "Bring it on," she states confidently. I nod in response and push the door open. The entire room falls silent and all the heads turn to face Brittany and I.
"What is she doing here?" Kurt asks with as much sass in his voice as there is in his weirdly cut sweater. Brittany walks ahead of me and stretches her hand out to Kurt. He stares her up and down and then raises an eyebrow. "Nice shoes," he compliments, accepting the hand shake. Brittany grins and bounces on her toes. I roll my eyes and walk over to an empty chair.
"We're only here for Quinn," I grumble.
"Well the more the merrier," Mr. Schue says, clapping his hands together. Just then Quinn strides into the room looking a little anxious. I watch Rachel shift on her chair, as if she wants to leap off of it and jump Quinn. She looks so excited. Maybe because Quinn has some secretly awesome voice that Rachel's always wanted to collaborate with. Either that or Quinn can't sing at all and Rachel's just excited for another person to join with no talent so she can continue to shine.
I turn right and notice Mercedes leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, staring at me curiously. "What?" I hiss.
She doesn't seem fazed. Her right eyebrow perks up and she scoffs before turning to the front. I turn to Brittany and notice how big her grin is. Almost as big as Rachel's. Why would she be happy about being in school? Oh. I smile to myself at the thought of Brittany being happy to be back in school because she must not have experienced anything like this before.
"What are you thinking about?" I whisper.
Brittany moves her chair closer to mine and leans over, running her fingers along the back of my neck. "I'm thinking that I could fuck you real good on that piano." My body stiffens immediately and I clamp my mouth shut in case a sexual noise escapes. Oh god not now. I pinch my thighs tightly together and try to think about things that aren't arousing - like Mr. Schue in that sweater vest.
"Thanks for coming," Quinn whispers. I jump slightly, because how did she pull a chair over to me that subtly. Oh right, Brittany was being distracting.
"No problem, have you spoken to Sam at all?"
She shakes her head. "No, I'm so glad I didn't see him on the way here. He has football practice but I'm not going anywhere near the field."
"What about cheerios? You can't not go to practice any more," I exclaim.
"Why not? It's not my thing anyway. I mean I'm happy at how far we've come but with the celibacy club and Glee now, I don't think I can juggle all of this extra work while trying to get into Yale."
I frown. "Quinn you have another year to work hard and to think about college."
"Is that what you're doing?" I shrug. "That's silly Santana, you should be thinking about what you want now." Quinn sighs and turns to Mr. Schue. Before I'm able to reply Mike Chang is waving his hand comically in the air.
"Yes Mike," Mr. Schue answers.
"Uh, I've been working on a dance number that I wanted to show the class," he says nervously. I can tell he doesn't normally share his ideas by the frown on Rachel's face. Kurt also looks a bit surprised because he actually stops filing his nails for a few seconds.
"Sure, come on up Mike."
Mike grins and glides to the front of the room. Mr. Schue sits beside Rachel in the front row, while others stop what they're doing. I guess Mike's dance moves are something to pay attention too.
"Tina, you ready?"
Tina Cohen-Chang shakes her head so fast, like someone with super fast reflexes is slapping her on both cheeks. "Nope." Mike's face falls at her one word answer. His whole body deflates and I'm a little impressed because he can even make disappointment look like a dance move.
"Do you really need a partner?" Rachel interjects.
"Well yeah it's kind of the point of the whole routine."
"Well then do something else," Kurt sighs, "I'm sure you can come up with another equally as awesome one in under a minute."
Mike awkwardly gnaws on his bottom lip and I can tell that even though people pay mild attention to him, he feels like his talent isn't as appreciated in here as some of the singers. "I didn't choreograph this one, it's an actual routine. I thought Tina was going to perform with me but now..." He trails off as all eyes fall on Tina. She has a blank expression on her face, like a statue.
"Well how about," Rachel stands up and turns to us, "we get our newest member Quinn to perform for us." When I look at Quinn, her eyes are basically tearing Rachel's clothes off. She's probably been staring for a while, it would take about three hours to get her deer sweater off, that horrible plaid skirt, those long cotton socks and the four other shirts under that hideous sweater.
Mike slumps forward and moves to sit down but a surprising voice stops him. "I'll be your partner," Brittany exclaims. Everyone's head snaps to her and watches as she skips down to stand next to Mike. I must admit I'm a little jealous. The only person who should ever dance with Brittany is me, but I'm glad she's trying to help Mike. She's so sweet.
Mike smiles and leans over to whisper the routine steps in Brittany's ear. Rachel's face contorts in annoyance and she sends an apologetic look to Quinn. The blonde answers with a sly smile and I internally vomit. Is Rachel Quinn's something new? Gross.
I take my mind off Quinn's new love interest by watching Brittany and Mike get into position. She stands behind him while he crouches down and attempts a gangster pose. I snort and quickly cover my mouth. I look over at Mercedes and she's trying to hold back her laughter, her nostrils are just flaring. Tina still looks like a statue. Kurt is slapping Artie's hand down as he mouths praise. I realise why he's saying that when I look over to Brittany and notice her bending over.
"What the hell?" I mouth to no one. Instead of going all Lima Heights on Artie, I continue watching Brittany change positions every couple seconds. Holy shit, I thought she was just good at that dancing we did in my living room. She's good at hip hop too? Scratch that, she's incredible at hip hop. She's so sexy.
Brittany pops and locks along side Mike and the room starts to feel a little warmer. Everyone looks impressed, especially with Brittany. She walks to the opposite side of the room and runs to Mike. He slides down on the ground and she does a no handed cartwheel over his body. Wow.
"Where did she come from?" Artie whispers in amazement.
"Somewhere smokin' hot," Puck answers.
Wait what? When the hell did Puck get in the room? Has he joined Glee club too? What's happening to the world? I'm too paralysed with arousal to care. Is that even possible?
"Sup Lopez?" He sits in Brittany's seat. I hold a hand to his face to refrain him from talking. He just scoffs. My only focus is Brittany right now and it's getting harder to hold myself back from pouncing on her right now.
Her movements are so sharp that my eyes have to dart to different places every millisecond. She catches my eye for the first time and winks. Her body rolls slowly to the beat. Holy shit.
Something in the door window catches my eye. Crap, it's Coach Sue. She's glaring hard in my direction and I gulp and look towards Quinn. She isn't paying attention, she's just picking at her cuticles.
I shuffle around the group, trying to be quiet as I move towards the door. Sue disappears before I can get there, but I quietly walk out and follow behind her.
"Coach I know what you're thinking-"
"What am I thinking Sandbags?" She questions, turning on her heels to face me. Her gaze is burning holes in my face and I noticeably quiver.
"Well Quinn and I aren't at practice and I was going to tell you but I didn't think you'd approve of us going to Glee club instead, but whatever your punishment is I totally understand-"
"Whose that girl?"
"Huh?" I answer automatically. "What girl? Berry? Why is everyone in love with h-"
"No you taco truck driver, not Berry," my eyes widen instantly, but I know not to question Sue, even if she is being extremely racist. "I'm talking about blondie in there dancing with Mike Chang."
Oh my god Sue Sylvester watches porn.
"Excuse me?" Sue's glare hardens. "I m-m-mean what do you want with Brittany? She's totally cool. Innocently cool. She hasn't done anything wrong," I stutter, "she doesn't even go here."
Sue sighs impatiently and I realise I'm digging my own grave. I should probably tell her to bury me with my pom poms so people remember me for being a popular cheerleader and not a crazed hormonal, porn watching teenager. Wait, that's like half of Lima anyway...
"Listen J-Lo, I don't care where this Brittany goes, I just want you to get her to talk to me."
"She's not in high school, she can't join the squad," I add quickly.
"Exactly," Sue says grinning. Oh god, what is she planning now? I'm going to join Glee club just to see what her reaction is. She isn't being that mean right now and I could probably get away with bashing on her hair do.
"Quinn and I are joining Glee club."
"That's great Jenny from the block. Just remember to tell Brittany to come and see me," Sue says walking away from me. I shake my head and walk back inside the choir room, only to witness something as disturbing as Quinn eye-sexing Berry. Mike is standing close to Brittany, probably innocently thanking her for dancing with him. In my eyes though, it looks like he's getting a little too close.
"For god sake," I exasperate. I walk over to the piano and lean against it. Everyone is talking amongst themselves in pairs. I guess Mr. Schue gave them an assignment to do or something.
Wait, I'm not really joining Glee club, I just wanted to see what Sue would say. Plus they've already had auditions for Grease. I wonder what Quinn is going to do about that.
Brittany is now looking over at me, with a little smirk on her lips. Does she know she's making me jealous? Should I play along? I think back to her dancing earlier and shake my head. Nope, can't play along right now. I walk over to her and grab her hand. She doesn't have time to apologize to Mike because I'm already pulling her towards the door.
Quinn calls out to me and I tell her I'll text her later. Brittany and I rush down the hall. She heads for the exit doors but I stop her.
"What's up?" She asks innocently. I can tell she thinks I'm going to talk to her about what happened between her and Mike - which was basically nothing. So I grab her shoulders with both hands and push her back against the lockers. I fiercely suck on her lips, making her groan in satisfaction. My hands fall down to her ass and I cup it in my hands. She whimpers and rubs against me, trying to feel some friction.
I pull back from the kiss, but her teeth catches my bottom lip making me I gasp. She leans in again but I place a palm on her chest and she sighs, laughing because she knows I'm in charge right now. "Tease me again and I'll tease you right back," I whisper against her lips. I give her one last firm kiss and then take her hand and walk towards Sue's office.
We take a few turns and eventually we're standing in front of Sue's office. She's still obviously at practice because I don't hear a blender sounding in there. I decide to open the door and wait. I doubt she'll mind because I did bring Brittany like she asked.
"So what are we doing here?" Brittany asks with a smirk. "Something kinky I hope."
I roll my eyes playfully. "Sue wants to talk to you."
Brittany's smirk doesn't fade. "Have I been bad?" She slowly walks over to me and traces a finger between my boobs. I watch her finger fall to the hem of my shirt and disappear underneath.
"She saw you dance, she wants to talk to you," I mutter.
"How long will she be?" Brittany husks, edging her face closer to mine. I shrug and try to take control once again. I move forward so she has no choice but to back up until her butt hits Sue's desk.
Oh my god, are we really going to do this here?
Brittany answers my internal thoughts by turning us around swiftly and lifting me onto the desk. "Britt," I gasp, holding her head in my hands, "what if she comes in?"
"Well how long does your practice go for?" I look up at the clock on the wall.
"There's twenty minutes left," I answer breathlessly. Brittany's lips curl up into a devious smirk and she holds my thighs, dragging me towards her so my centre presses against her stomach.
"You're going to get a little surprise then..." Her voice fades as she lifts up her skirt. The rubber cock flops up and hits my thigh. Oh my god. I normally don't get this turned on by dicks, but this is a rubber dick and Brittany wearing this makes everything so much hotter.
"I didn't even notice it before," I whisper. Brittany rubs her nose along my cheekbone, all the way to my ear.
"Guess you should pay a little more attention," she husks back.
I think back to the dance and frown. "You did a cartwheel, how did everyone not see it?"
Brittany looks amused. "I was pretty quick and I have learnt ways to hide it."
I nod dumbly, taking the cock in my hands. "Fuck me right now," I whisper boldly. Brittany lifts my thighs up slightly and pulls my panties so they're at my ankles. She rests her forehead against mine as her fingers tease up and down my folds. I stare down at her fingers as they do their work, widening my entrance and causing my clit to ache. She tickles my entrance with the pad of her pointer finger and I squeak softly.
Brittany laughs huskily and plunges two fingers deep inside of me. My head falls back and she pushes into me hard. My inner walls noticeably reacting to her desperate touch. "I'll go slow," she breathes.
Oh god. What am I thinking? Sue Sylvester's desk? I could get kicked off the squad for this or worse...expelled. Before any rational thought makes it to my mouth, I whimper. Brittany eases the fake cock against my sex, slow and gentle. I ball up her shirt in one of my hands, anticipating the penetration from the toy. It isn't about Brittany using a strap on to pleasure me, it's that she wants to pleasure me at all. People I hang around don't think like this. They get it done and walk away. Brittany thinks so differently to anyone I've ever met.
I love her.
"Ugh," I grunt when I feel the rubber dick enter me. My mouth opens wide and my breaths come out short and sharp. My legs stiffen in the air and Brittany holds me by my waist to make me feel safe.
"Are you okay?" She whispers softly.
"Y-Yeah," I respond quickly. I lean forward, looking down at my pussy which swallows the faux dick. "Mm, god." Brittany pulls back and pushes forward slowly a few times and I can see the coat of wetness on the rubber surface. Brittany holds her skirt up to her chest so we're able to see everything. I almost feel like I'm watching this happen to someone else.
My ankles lock around Brittany's back and I force her closer to me, effectively plunging the strap on deep. Brittany releases a muffled moan against my lips when I firmly kiss her. Her thrusts quicken and we're now basically rocking on the desk and I can hear the ornaments and papers rustle and knock against each other.
That's soon forgotten when I feel Brittany's velvet tongue plunge in between my lips. "Mm," I moan. The force of the kiss makes me fall backwards a little but Brittany holds on tight to me so I don't hit my back on the desk. She sucks greedily on my bottom lip and then pulls back. Her fingers disappear into her mouth as she wets them and then rubs them up the length of the strap on.
Everything feels like it's happening at 100 miles per hour. She groans and eases inside me fast and desperate. I push up towards her so she isn't doing all the work and listen to the heavenly sounds of her gasp and moan. I can see the sweat dripping off her brow and smirk to myself. I ride her until I'm sweating also, barely able to keep myself up right.
When I cum, I reach for her shoulders and dig my nails against her skin. I watch her watch my cum drip from my lower lips along my thigh and the fake cock. She pushes inside of me again unexpectedly and I whine loudly. "Mm, I love hearing that sound," she whispers. I'm too out of breath to reply so I just watch her untie the strap on from around her waist and wipe the cum on the inside of her skirt. She then buckles it back up around her waist and holds it against her chest so it tucks under the waistband of her skirt.
"Fuck," I say breathlessly, hopping off the desk and pulling my panties up. I turn around and quickly pick up things that fell, making it look like we didn't just fuck on Coach Sue's desk. I turn around and notice Brittany staring down at my ass. I smirk. "You're not fucking me from behind," I say, approaching her slowly.
"You look so fucking sexy though," she says with a hint of a whine in her voice. I laugh and wrap my arms around her neck. Just as I'm about to lean in, we both hear the door handle turn and quickly pull apart.
"I'm glad you listened to me Gloria," Sue remarks as she walks over to her desk chair. I take Brittany's hand and pull her over to the two seats beside the window. We both drag them to the desk to face Sue.
"It's Santana," I mumble.
Sue clasps her hands together on her desk and stares inquisitively at Brittany, completely ignoring me. Maybe I should go back to find Quinn because I did come here for her in the first place.
I stand up abruptly, cringing when the chair scrapes against the floor. Sue's eyes turn to me with disdain and I quickly lean down to Brittany's ear level. "I'll be in the car," I whisper. I squeeze her shoulder. It's a big deal leaving her alone in a room with Sue, but I can't really sit here and be ignored completely. Brittany will tell me what Sue said when they're done anyway.
I walk passed the choir room and notice it's empty. I continue my journey outside into the car park and there's only three cars there including mine. The other ones probably belong to Coach Sue and Mr. Schue. He probably stays late to smell Ms. Pillsbury's cleaning utensils. I shake my head of the horrific thought and hop into my car. My eyes peer over to the passenger seat and notice Brittany's bag on the floor.
I know it's probably an invasion of privacy but I doubt Brittany would mind if I just check why her phone's been going off constantly. I'd totally let her check my phone if it was ringing all the time; that would be in an alternate universe though where people actually make an effort to contact me. I reach down and take the mobile out, turning it on and checking out the window to see if Brittany's coming, but I'm alone.
"What am I doing?" I whisper to myself. If it was important Brittany would tell me...
I sigh, turning the phone back off and placing it in her bag. It must not be a huge secret. I'll believe Brittany for now and give her a chance to tell me. I hope it's not someone from her past asking for $100,000 asap... Why do I think like that? I groan and sink in my seat. I feel like I'm deciding whether or not to get a soft taco or hard taco.
Brittany enters the car a few minutes later and notices the bag in my lap. "What were you doing?"
I shrug and pinch my lips together. "I was going to check your phone, because I wanted to know who was calling and texting all the time."
Brittany frowns and takes her bag. She licks her lips and rests her head back against the seat. "It actually doesn't matter any more," she answers. I nod in understanding but Brittany smirks back at me, making me a little confused. "It was Theresa, my friend from LA. She works with me and she just wanted to know if I'd be coming back because a few people I work for are a little pissed off at my sudden disappearing act."
"Do you have to go?" I say in a sad voice. Brittany's eyes widen and she leans over to cup my cheek.
"No baby, don't worry," she says sincerely, "I'm not going anywhere. Besides, your coach just made me an offer I can't refuse."
"Please don't tell me she knows about you and wants you to-"
"God no!" Brittany shouts over me. "Don't even go there," her face screws in disgust.
I laugh, "then what?"
"She wants me to be her assistant coach, she's even talking to the principal about it to get me a permanent job." My jaw drops.
"Wait," I frown, "don't you need like a certificate for that?"
"Sue says she knows people and plus, she sounded desperate," Brittany answers with a shrug.
"Holy shit, you're actually going to be my like, boss," I answer her.
"It sounds really sexy when you say boss," Brittany says in a raspy voice.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." My voice fades when I run out of breath. I can't believe this. Does this mean Brittany's staying? "What does this mean?"
"I'll sort everything out back in LA when you want me to. Because you're the only reason I'm here Santana," she answers. My heart grows in size and punches my boob. How can Brittany be so damn sexy and domineering one minute and then charming the next. She's literally making my heart race 50 times faster than usual.
"Brittany," I whisper, feeling tears prick in the corners of my eyes.
"Santana," she answers softly.
"I love...spending time with you and I love that you want to give me everything," I take a deep breath, "but if you have to go back any time soon, I mean, if people are angry at you..." Brittany's lips silence my words as she kisses me softly. She tilts her head and deepens the kiss and all I can do is kiss back just as passionately.
When she pulls back I still feel her lips slightly touching mine. "I love you too."
We drove back to my house by dinner time and my parents were at the table, standing in front of it looking more suspicious than normal. I didn't pay attention to anything they were saying. I just saw these flames.
They lit up my vision. I felt a hand on my hand and I turned left and saw the most beautiful smile. The same smile that told me she loves me. I wasn't able to speak after Brittany told me that. I just started the car and drove home. She smirked as though she knew how I already felt. How could she not? I basically screamed I love her with my eyes when she first showed up.
I walk over to my parents, hand in hand with Brittany and they step aside. I see the flames up close and realise they're from the candles on a birthday cake. I hear them start to sing and instantly blush. My dad kisses my forehead and my mom pinches my cheeks. I scrunch up my face in embarrassment but I can't help but appreciate this moment. It feels like everything has finally come together, every thing is perfect.
I lean over to Brittany, "you're my girlfriend right?"
She stops singing for a moment and nods. "Hell yeah."
authors note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and a reminder this story doesn't have angst so don't worry about that :) Thank you for reading!