He avoided Brittany all day. It wasn't hard given that she was busy with the Cheerios special lunchtime practice and they didn't have any classes together on a Monday but they had planned to meet up before her practice and he gave her some half assed excuse about needing to talk to Principal Figgins about something. He felt bad but he couldn't bring himself to face her.

"Hello," he was greeted by Kurt on his way to his locker after his last class.

"What's up man?" he held his hand up for a high five but Kurt just daintily touched his palm, like he was afraid he was going to break a nail or something.

"Nothing of much importance. I did spend most of my day listening to the wonderful Brittany talk about your magnificent date though. She has been gushing about you since math this morning," he laughed but his expression quickly changed once he saw that Santiago wasn't even smiling; "Are you ok?" he asked, concerned.

"Sorta…. Not really," he confessed almost immediately.

All day the guys had been asking him why he was acting pissier than usual. He just shrugged it off, lost in thought about what the hell he was going to do. He wanted Brittany almost more than anything, except for if it meant that he would jeopardize her future. He had no doubt that she was a genius, but she learnt differently than everyone else and cheerleading would be a sure fire way of getting the hell out of Lima. He was well and truly fucked.

"What's wrong? I thought you'd be on top of the world after your date." Kurt was whispering now, well aware the Santiago was uncomfortable with any displays of emotion, especially in public.

"I am. Well, I was. The Ice Queen managed to dampen my mood though, as usual," he told him, while changing his books at his locker.

"What has she done now?" Kurt rolled his eyes, used to Quinn's ridiculous displays of power.

"She basically told me to leave Brittany alone or she'd throw her off the Cheerios," he leaned his head against the side of his open locker door refusing to meet Kurt's inquisitive gaze.

"What do you mean? Why would she do that? It's a little strange, even for Quinn."

"Apparently my not too positive reputation with the girls on her team is to blame," he admitted.

"I'm still confused," Kurt arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow, a gesture for Santiago to explain further.

"She thinks I'm going to fuck her over and that I'll ruin her for Nationals. Or something. She's basically a bitch." He closed his locker harshly, the sound bringing the unwanted attention of some startled students.

"What are you looking at?" Santiago shouted at a scared looking boy whose locker he knew was under his own.

"N-nothing. I'm just leaving. Sorry." He ran off down the corridor, without having so much as opened his locker.

"Santiago, stop it. There's no point taking this out on other people ok?" Kurt warned him, aware of Santiago's habit of lashing out at others in times of personal turmoil.

"Who does she think she is though? She's just a stuck up rich girl who gets her thrills by controlling everyone she can. She can get fucked because she's not controlling me, I can't let her," he was getting angrier by the second.

Just thinking about what Quinn said about Brittany made him want to punch his locker in frustration, but he resisted.

"She's always been like that. You need to talk to Brittany about it though. It's not up to you to decide anyway." Kurt put his hand on his shoulder, massaging lightly to keep him in grounded.

Just then Rick from the hockey team walked by and fake coughed the word "queers" as he passed.

That's all Santiago needed to lash out and punch him square in the nose.

Rick was flat out on the ground before he even knew what happened, and Santiago walked away with a satisfied smile on his face and a flabbergasted Kurt trailing behind him.

He had changed into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and his dad's old army t-shirt and was in the middle of doing his homework when his phone chimed on the desk beside him. It was a text;

"b there soon xx"-Brittany

His stomach flipped nervously.

After Kurt chastised him for punching Rick, they talked about what he would do about the Quinn situation. He thought about just telling Brittany that he was no longer interested, in the hope that he wouldn't feel like he was making her choose between him or the Cheerios but he knew that he wouldn't be able to go through with it. He was determined to be mature about the situation, so he decided to invite Brittany over to his house after school to talk. She agreed right away.

So he was waiting. Waiting and terrified. Terrified that Brittany would choose Cheerios without a second thought. Terrified that she would choose him and risk being kicked off the squad. He was just plain terrified.

He was struggling with another boring geography question when his mom called up to him;

"Mijo, a beautiful lady is here to see you."

He dropped his pen and jumped up, putting his game face on. He was ready. And no matter what happened, he was going to do his best to keep Brittany in his life somehow, whether as just friends or as more.

Brittany was sitting at the dining table with his mom when he went downstairs. Her hair was wavy and she looked great as always. He was so happy to see her again.

"Hi." She waved when he walked over to them.

"Hey Britt." He smiled.

"We were just catching up Santiago, you don't bring Brittany around enough." His mom said disapprovingly. She and Brittany always got along so well.

"Brittany!" his little sister pushed passed him and ran towards her, jumping into her open arms and squealing in delight.

Oh, and Lolita was obsessed with her too. She definitely managed to wrap the Lopez family around her finger.

"Lolita, Britt and I gotta go upstairs ok? You can play another time," he told his now disappointed little sister.

"Ok…" she pouted.

"Sorry Lola." Brittany squeezed her into another hug before casting a questioning gaze at Santiago, probably wondering what they had to talk about.

"Mijo I'm bringing the babies to your grandmother's house in five minutes so you better be respectful of my rules and of Brittany if you go upstairs," His mother told him, speaking in Spanish to give them some privacy. Except from the look on Brittany's face she gathered what his mom was saying.

"Of course mami, now stop it. I'll see you later, tell Abuela I said hey." He said, before leaving the kitchen to bring Brittany upstairs.

"I will and you remember to keep your hands to yourself!" his mother called after them, eliciting an embarrassed giggle from Brittany.

He just rolled his eyes and ignored her.

"Your room is so tidy and nice," Brittany complimented.

"Thanks. My mom makes sure of that." He laughed lightly.

"I've never been in your house for long, usually just to drop things in to your mom from mine or that one time when I babysat when you couldn't. It's nice that I'm finally here with you." She smiled at him.

They were seated side by side on the bed. He was trying to sit a respectable distance apart, aware that this was the first time he had a girl in his room and not really sure what to do with himself.

"It is." he put his hands on his knees to stop himself from touching Brittany.

"So, downstairs you said we needed to talk. Is everything ok?' she worried her bottom lip when he didn't answer right away.

He coughed to clear his suddenly very dry throat and moved to sit at his desk, unable to focus with Brittany so close to him. She seemed surprised when he moved, anxiously playing with her fingers in her lap.

"Is it me? Did I do something wrong on Saturday?" she asked him, hurt written all over her face.

"What? No of course not. Definitely not. It's nothing to do with you. Well…it is but not in that way." He tried to reassure her.

"Santiago, you're scaring me. Please just tell me what's going on."

So, he told her. He told her about Quinn and her ultimatum and he told her that he would respect whatever decision she made but that he wanted to be in her life regardless.

She just sat there staring at him, her expression impossible to read.

His heart was hammering in his chest and he felt nauseous at the thoughts of what she was going to say. He almost felt on the verge of tears when he realized that there was a very real possibility that they would go back to being friends again and he would be forced to admire her from afar once more. He would probably have to suffer through seeing her with another guy or girl. It made him sick.

"Are you crazy?" was the first thing she said.

His eyes shot up from where he was staring at the ground in shock.

"Huh"?

"Are you crazy?" she asked again, standing up from the bed and walking over to him. He could smell her perfume and it made him lightheaded with memories of their make out sessions on Saturday night.

"I dunno." He answered her after considering her question. He was a little crazy, he supposed.

"I'm not choosing anything." She told him. It felt like someone punched him in the gut, was this it? She wasn't choosing him? What did she mean by anything though? Was she going to quit him and the squad? She didn't look like she wanted to forget him though. That had to mean something.

"Ok…" he waited for her elaborate.

"Quinn is not giving me a choice Santiago, she's giving you a choice and you decided to ask me. That makes my choice for me. Not that I would choose the squad over you anyway." She took his hand and led him back over to the bed to sit back where they were earlier.

"Are you serious? I mean, I want what's best for you but I also know that I want to be selfish too," he admitted to her.

"Of course I'm serious. It's just a cheerleading squad. I'm not exactly failing any of my subjects and I'm working hard to get my grades up to go to a good college and you've been helping me with that. Yeah, the Cheerios would give me an advantage but not at the cost of an important friendship," She moved her hand up to caress the side of his face lightly. He closed his eyes and leaned his head into her hand.

"I just want you to be happy and I'm probably not the right person to do that for you. Especially if it means risking your college applications."

"I am happy. And you add to that, whether you think so or not. Cheerios was meant to be fun, and yeah it can be, but Quinn has shown me that she's no true friend of mine and you've shown me the opposite," She spoke just before kissing him lightly.

He shivered at the feel of her lips on his.

"Thank you for telling me." She said before kissing him again.

He put his hands on her waist and pushed into her, bringing their bodies closer. He was beyond relieved and he felt to urgent need to feel Brittany all over, to take her in and appreciate her.

He licked across her lower lip, causing her to gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth, massaging against hers.

Her hands squeezed at his cheeks, pulling him even closer.

He moved to hover over her as he laid her back on the bed.

Their kisses grew desperate and he found himself getting hard already, savoring every second that he got to taste Brittany's lips.

He kicked off his sneakers, and starting guiding Brittany to lay with her head on his pillows.

"Mmmpphh," she mumbled against his lips, her hands pushing at his shoulders.

He pulled back to let her talk.

"I have to take my shoes off," she told him, her chest heaving and her lips swollen.

He just nodded and stood up, giving her the space she needed.

Once they were off, she pushed herself backward to lie against his pillows.

Arousal shot straight through him and he licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her again.

"Ready," she smiled at him, innocently and sexy.

"Right," he nodded his head before laying over her on the bed, suppressing a moan at the feel of her body under his.

He couldn't even bring himself to say anything else as he was overcome with the need to kiss her again, so he did.

He reached his hand between them to graze his thumb just under her top over her hipbone. Her felt her shiver.

He pushed hips down onto her center, desperate for some friction against his cock and couldn't stop the loud moan that came from his mouth.

She smiled against his lips before kissing him deeply.

Soon, they were both grinding into each other, his hand his right hand tangled in her hair, his left resting on her hipbone.

He moved his hand up under her shirt and straight under her bra, his body was on autopilot and wanted to make her feel good. He needed to make her feel good.

"Uhh." Brittany moaned as he rubbed his palm lightly over her hardened nipple. He felt his cock twitch at the sensation.

He pulled her top up and began kissing her stomach, trailing his lips up toward her exposed breast before licking her nipple and sucking.

"Oh that feels so good," Brittany was pulling at his hair and wriggling beneath him.

Her nipple popped from his mouth as he moved to claim her lips once more. He had never been so horny in his whole life. His entire being was aroused and his senses were in overdrive.

His hand found its way to the button of Brittany's shorts and he opened it with ease.

It was then that the mood changed and took a serious turn.

He knelt back on his knees to look at her sprawled across his bed.

She was fucking gorgeous.

They stared deeply into each other's eyes, entirely aware that they were about to take a big step in their relationship, or their 'more than friendship', and he waited for Brittany to give him the green light (which she did with a slow nod of her head) before slowly guiding her shorts down her legs and removing them.

She was wearing a red lacy thong and Santiago literally couldn't control the urge to squeeze his dick to stop himself coming.

"Come here," Brittany opened her arms for him to lie over her once more.

They kissed lazily, but Santiago soon found that he craved more so his hand began its slow torturous journey down her milky body before reaching the waistband of her panties.

"Please," Brittany almost begged when he teasingly ran his finger across from one hip to the other.

Without warning he dipped his fingers under her thong and ran his finger through slick folds, his moan mixing with Brittany's.

She was so wet. Wetter than any girl he had ever been with.

His finger teased around her entrance, gathering moisture before gliding up to her clit, eliciting a loud sigh of pleasure from Brittany.

He made wide circles on her clit, watching Brittany's face for her reactions to see what she liked and disliked.

He kissed her once more, all tongue and teeth and almost pulled back in shock when he felt her hand grab his cock over his sweatpants.

She squeezed the base stroked to the top, pinching lightly and causing his busy hand to fumble and lose rhythm.

"I can't….I can't concentrate," he told her, unable to keep his ministrations up at the feel of her hand stroking him.

She just nodded quickly and moved her hand to his neck, playing with the hairs there.

He built up his rhythm once more and without warning entered her with one finger;

"Oh my god!" she all but shouted at the feel of his finger inside her.

She was so tight and the thought of replacing his finger with his dick made him grunt against her, pushing his member against her thigh in need of some pressure.

He moved in and out, in an out before pushing back in with two fingers, causing another moan of surprised pleasure to leave Brittany's lips.

He took her thong off with his other hand and Brittany spread her legs wider, her hips meeting the movements of his hand, fucking her harder and faster.

"San," she breathed on his lips, before he began kissing and sucking her neck. His hand was getting tired but he had no urge to stop his movements.

"I need…. I want….unggh…." Brittany was struggling with words, lost in the feel of his fingers inside her.

He knew what she meant though and almost the second his thumb reached her clit she came, loudly.

"YES….Ohhhhh….umpphhh," she shouted. He thanked god that his house was empty.

When she came down from her high, he kissed her nose, her cheek, her chin and then, her lips.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life," Santiago spoke gently.

She blushed and ducked her head.

"That was amazing." She sighed.

"Hmmm," he mumbled, preoccupied with kissing all over her face, causing her to giggle and squirm beneath him.

After a few comfortably silent moments, she wrapped her legs around him and pushed at his chest until he was flat on his back.

He almost came at the feel and sight of her sitting on his hard dick in nothing but a t-shirt, her naked sex separated from his with the material of his sweatpants.

"Your turn." She smiled devilishly before leaning down to kiss him and grinding herself on him once more.

He wasn't going to last long; he knew it.

Their kisses took seconds to heat up and she wasted no time in reaching under his sweatpants and his boxers, to take his hard cock in her hand squeezing at the base.

"You're so big," she told him in amazement before she sat up slightly, removed her hand from his pants and rubbed herself. He thought she was gonna start getting herself off and he was all to happy to watch before she grabbed his cock again she began stroking him up and down, twisting her hand at the top and slowly finding a rhythm. He realized that she had been making her hand wet, possibly the sexiest thing ever.

All of sudden she stopped all movement and sat off him;

"Take them off," she told him, tugging at the waistband.

He did as he was told and now they were both naked from the waist down. He wanted so bad to have sex with her but he knew they weren't there yet. Or at least, that she wasn't and he was about ten seconds from coming anyway.

"This is so hot." He told her as he watched her sit back on his legs and start stroking his dick again. It was the most erotic thing ever, and he had watched a lot of porn and gotten a lot of hand jobs.

She wrapped her fingers around his base and began stroking up and down with her other hand, causing tingles of pleasure at the base of his cock.

The more she stroked, waves of pleasure overtook his body and he was struggling to keep his eyes open, torn between wanting to watch her and losing himself in the feel of her hands.

He put his hand on her thigh, desperate to feel grounded and stop himself coming, but the unexpected feel of her squeezing his balls made the tingling at his lower spine tenfold and he felt liquid heat shooting up his shaft.

"Britt…..uggghhh, I'm gonna…oh here it comes….Fuckkkk" his whole body exploded in pleasure as he came all over her hands, ropes of cum hitting her tank top covered chest. She kept stroking until he had nothing left to give and he knew that the image of her sitting over him would be forever burned into his memories.

She lay down on top of him, stroking his face as he panted, satiated and on cloud nine.

"Was I ok?" she after a few moments silence.

"I can't even describe how much more than ok that was," he told her, honestly.

She just kissed his neck and cuddled into him.

He would be embarrassed that it didn't take long to come but she didn't seem to mind and that's what mattered to him.

He was all too aware of her naked lower half lying just out of reach of his now softening cock but he was too satisfied to concentrate on it.

In that moment with Brittany curled up against him he felt that the made the right choice.

He would find a way to make sure Brittany could stay on the Cheerios and be together.

Quinn could get fucked.