Santiago couldn't contain the smugness he felt all throughout the next day as he cleaned pools with Puck. He was completely exhausted but it was worth it.

"Why are you so happy?" Puck stared at him quizzically. Santiago hadn't noticed that he had been whistling and it was a rarity that he would be in any way jovial during their weekly pool cleaning sessions. Or at all, for that matter.

"No reason," he shrugged noncommittally while packing up their bag with the various different cleaning tools. The sun was splitting the sky and sweat was pouring down his face and back. Usually he would complain relentlessly but nothing could bring his mood down today.

"You either got laid or as good as," Puck wasn't letting him away vague answers today.

"Why are you so interested? And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you about it," Santiago grumbled, putting the stuff into the back of the truck.

"Oh, so you did? You little firecracker," he patted him on the back and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Shut up and go get the money from Mrs. Hansen. And don't be long, I have plans," he checked his watch, it was 4pm. He was to be at Blaine's for 6pm, he had plenty of time to shower and get ready before collecting Brittany.

"Plans? For what?"

"I'm not gonna give you a full rundown of my day, Puck. Just get the fucking money and let's get out of here," Santiago hopped into the passenger seat and shooed Puck into the house, eager to finish up and start getting ready for his date.

"I knew that good mood couldn't last. It's not in your nature, Lopez!" he called over his shoulder as he waited for Mrs. Hansen to answer the front door.

Santiago did what he did best as he turned the radio on and ignored him.

"Good evening, beautiful lady," Santiago bowed politely when Brittany appeared in the doorway of the Pierce house.

She giggled happily and blushed.

"Hi," she waved and leaned up for a kiss.

"A kiss already? And we haven't even left yet." He said as he pulled back and held his elbow out for Brittany to link him.

"Are you complaining?" she raised her eyebrow in challenge as she looped her arm through his.

"Definitely not," he shook his head adamantly causing her to smile shyly.

They walked to his mom's car where he helped Brittany into the passenger seat and rushed to the driver's side.

Brittany told him about her day and about how she had slept in until 11am. Something she had never done before. She was a morning person and insisted on going for an early run on the weekends, something that Santiago struggled to understand.

"Hmm, it was pretty rough getting up at 6am." He frowned as he remembered dragging himself out of the warmth of his bed.

"That's totally my fault," Brittany was sheepish as she fiddled with the radio, unable to settle on a song.

"Yeah, and you definitely just used me for my body. I'm feeling a little violated today if I'm being honest." He scrunched his eyebrows and pouted, trying his best to suppress the smile threatening to take over.

"San! I already feel guilty. I don't know what happened to me last night. I think I was possessed by the sex monster." She covered her face in embarrassment.

"I think you're right Britt. Thankfully, it would appear that I got rid of it. I'll need you to make me a promise though," he stopped at a set of lights and turned to look at her seriously.

"Yeah?" she lowered her hands into her lap but still wouldn't look at him.

"I need you to promise me that the next time you're possessed by the sex monster, you call me straight away. I think," he paused for dramatic effect, "I think the only cure is my dick," he kept a straight face as she gasped in outrage.

"You're so vulgar," she slapped his thigh, but the glint in her eye told him that she wasn't serious.

"Maybe I'm possessed by the vulgar monster?" he suggested playfully as he moved the car into drive.

Brittany hit him again as he laughed victoriously.

She spent the rest of the journey humming along to the song on the radio and giggling at his ridiculous attempts at singing the lyrics to her.

Blaine's house was huge. Santiago had been there twice before but was still a little intimidated by the pretentiousness of it all. Brittany stared in awe as they approached the large, oak front door.

"Is his dad the inventor of hair gel or something?" she asked as he rang the doorbell.

He scrunched his face up in confusion but never got to answer as Blaine pulled the door open and led them into the house. He handed them both a fancy glass of non-alcoholic cocktail.

"These are just a little something that Kurt rustled up this morning." He explained with a smile. Knowing Kurt, he had spent hours perfecting the recipe and hadn't just 'rustled it up' but Santiago kept his mouth shut.

"Thank you," Brittany said as Santiago was entranced by Blaine's rapidly moving eyebrows. She elbowed him in the side painfully.

"Oh, sorry. Thanks man," he clutched his side and sent a glare at Brittany who seemed completely unfazed by it, instead opting to stick her tongue out a him.

Blaine stared between them with interest before coughing loudly and gaining their attention once more.

"Follow me guys, Kurt is waiting in the movie room."

They walked through the long hallway that had a lavish cream carpet leading toward two double doors, which Santiago recognized as the movie room. Blaine pushed open the doors and ushered them in, taking their jackets like the maître d at a fancy restaurant.

"Oh Brittany, it's so wonderful to see you," Kurt kissed her hand and twirled her around, "Your dress is fabulous."

"It's nice to see you too, your, uhm, sweater is interesting," Brittany was looking at Kurt's monstrosity of a jumper in complete bewilderment. Santiago stepped behind her and curled himself around her.

"It looks like it was worn by the first victim in a slasher film. I hope you didn't pay for that, I could've used a scissors on my little sister's top and given it to you for free," he felt Brittany clench her stomach in an attempt to stifle a laugh.

"Ah Santiago, forever the pleasant guest," Kurt rolled his eyes and gestured for them to sit down.

There were six large reclining leather seats and a projection screen hanging from the wall facing them. It was cozy and intimate, unlike an actual cinema.

"This is so cool," Brittany was totally fascinated, "I can't believe he has a movie room," she spoke low enough for just Santiago to hear.

"It's awesome," he agreed. Santiago took a seat beside Kurt, expecting Brittany to sit beside him. She had other plans though as she scooted onto his lap, wrapping one arm around his neck and resting the other on his shoulder. Kurt sent him a delighted grin, pointing at Brittany who was busy talking with Blaine over Kurt's shoulder.

"It's so refreshing to see you two together. I almost couldn't believe it, but she actually has you completely whipped. It would be hilarious if it wasn't so fricking cute." He gushed.

"Fuck off," Santiago snapped irritably.

"San!" Brittany admonished mid sentence, giving him a disapproving look.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled reluctantly, completely aware that he had just proven Kurt's point.

He took deep breaths to calm himself down as Kurt broke into hysterical laughter, dramatically wiping away tears and clutching his stomach.

Eventually, after Brittany and Blaine had finished their conversation about the pros and cons of using hair products, Kurt pressed play on the film and the opening scene of Avatar lit up the screen. Blaine dimmed the lights and gave Brittany a box of homemade popcorn for them to share.

"I've always wanted to see this," Brittany whispered into his ear, causing goose bumps to rise on the skin of his neck. He nodded in response.

He was barely paying attention to the film, instead he was listening to Brittany munching away on the popcorn while feeding him every second handful.

Halfway through the movie, Brittany wiggled in his lap and switched sides, facing away from Kurt. He didn't think anything of it until she moved the empty popcorn box into the seat beside them and tickled his neck with her now free hand. She leaned down and took his earlobe between her lips and sucked lightly. He groaned at the unexpected feeling but quickly turned it into a cough.

"Are you ok? Do you need some water?" Kurt sat forward in his seat to look at him. Brittany immediately pretended to be resting her head on his shoulder, the picture of innocence of course.

"No, I'm good thanks. Popcorn is a hazard of movie watching," he lied casually as Brittany rubbed his chest in mock concern.

"No more popcorn for you. I can't risk losing you to some tragic popcorn related incident. It would ruin the cinema for me forever," she waggled her finger in his face to emphasize her point, Santiago stared slack jawed at her, how could someone so pure be so sneaky?

Kurt seemed satisfied and went back to watching the film.

Brittany seemed to have changed her mind about what she was going to do as she lost herself in the film once more.

A little while later, Brittany's hand started mindlessly drawing patterns on his thigh and he could feel blood rushing to his dick as the smell of her skin intoxicated him.

He placed a light peck onto her neck and she smiled at him before turning back to the screen. He kissed her collarbone a little harder and her hand ceased its movement on his thigh, clutching it instead. He pulled her closer to his mouth by the back of her neck and nipped over her shoulder, up to her ear and back down again. She surprised him by cupping his dick over his jeans and he responded by sucking her skin into his mouth roughly. She brought him in for a kiss that was open mouthed and wet. It wasn't until Kurt nudged him that he was brought back to reality again. Brittany squeaked and pulled back and apologized to them breathlessly, refusing to look at Santiago for the rest of the film. He shuffled awkwardly trying to relieve the discomfort of his semi hard on pushed against his jeans but to no avail. It was the most uncomfortable viewing experience he had ever had.

After the film, Blaine insisted on giving Brittany the grand tour of the house. She was only too happy to participate and with a quick kiss on the cheek, she left Santiago and Kurt to their own devices.

"I know you'll hate me for saying this, but you make a great couple. Brittany brings out the best in you," Kurt said as Santiago lay back in the chair, exhaustion creeping up on him again.

"Thanks man. She's definitely one of a kind. How are things with Blaine? They seem to be going well?"

"They're good. It can be a struggle at times but it's worth it. He's a good guy and he makes me happy," Kurt replied.

"If he ever fucks you over, I'll cut him but I'm glad that you're happy," Santiago threatened seriously.

"I know but you won't have to," he smiled surely before continuing, "so, what are you going to do about the Quinn situation?"

Santiago contemplated his options quietly and finally settled on the one he had been considering for a while; "I'm going to threaten telling the God squad about us if she doesn't back off." It wasn't the best idea, but it was his only idea.

"Seriously? You think that's going to work? She's a conniving yet disgustingly smart bitch, I'm not sure dry humping is considered a sin either," Kurt seemed disappointed with his plan. He wasn't the only one.

"I have absolutely no other ideas Kurt. She practically runs the school but I know how important that stupid club is to her and, most importantly, to her dad. If she gets thrown out of it, I've no doubt that Russell will want to know why and she's hardly going to say it's because she got frisky with the lowlife he barred from his house. It's no Monica Lewinsky story but it could do enough damage for her to leave Britt alone," he was desperate for a solution. He wanted to be with Brittany in school without her having to leave the Cheerios.

"Hmm, it could work. Just let me know how it goes and if there's anything I can do, let me know. I hope you thread carefully. It's not a simple rivalry you have, it's personal for her and she won't hesitate to get dirtier," Kurt warned him.

"I know, I understand that. Britt is ready to quit the Cheerios to be with me but I want to at least say I tried."

"I wish you the best of luck. I'll always be here for you. Both of you."

"Thanks Kurt," he said through a yawn.

"What has you so worn out? You've looked tired all evening."

"I don't think you want to know," he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh yuck, straight sex," Kurt shuddered and gagged causing Santiago to snort in amusement.

The conversation moved to school and family before Brittany and Blaine came back into the room, chatting away like life long friends. Brittany was such a people person, the complete and total opposite of him. It was a nice contrast and one he hoped she didn't dislike. He wasn't sure he could change that about himself but so far Brittany hadn't seemed to mind. She accepted and loved him for who he was. That's what made her so wonderful.

Brittany's breaths were ragged as Santiago sucked her neck passionately. She was pushed against the door of the passenger seat and Santiago was leaning over the console awkwardly.

She guided his face to her lips for another kiss. He licked his tongue over the roof of her mouth and the grip in his hair tightened. The windows had completely fogged up, something Santiago was thankful for as they were parked outside her house.

He tickled his hands over her thigh and under her dress, running his finger over the lace of her panties. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, digging her short nails into the back of his head almost painfully.

He ghosted his finger over her center teasingly, swallowing the whine that tumbled from her lips. She broke the kiss and opened her mouth to complain when he slid his fingers under the lace and into her folds. She gasped and her head fell back, hitting the window with a dull thud. He was about to ask if she was ok but her rotating hips grabbed his attention. The wetness of her folds coated his fingers and he lurched forward to claim her lips again, she opened her mouth eagerly and met his tongue with enthusiasm.

He circled her entrance, gathering moisture, before bringing his fingers to her clit. She squeaked and deepened their kiss. He rubbed tight circles onto her most sensitive spot and her breath quickened suddenly. His hand was cramping but he was determined to make her come so he changed tactics by entering her with two fingers and stimulating her clit with his thumb. She pulled back and panted heavily, cursing and moaning his name.

"Uh yes," she mumbled into his neck as he fucked her urgently with his fingers.

She matched his movements with her hips and with one last deep thrust she captured his wrist with her hand to keep him inside her as she came with a long moan of relief.

He smiled as she finally opened her eyes and met his gaze. She ducked her head and hid her face from view so he kissed her damp forehead tenderly.

He waited patiently as she enjoyed the feel of his fingers inside her a moment longer before she unclenched her thighs, loosened the grip on his wrist and allowed him to pull them out slowly.

"That was unexpected," she spoke onto his lips. They had been saying their goodbyes and what was meant to be a peck soon led to tongues meeting desperately and hands roaming freely.

"Mhmm, you're just so hard to resist," his breath blew a strand of hair from her face and she giggled.

She adjusted her dress and panties and pushed him back over into his seat.

"Speaking of hard, I think I'd like to take a turn," she grinned naughtily as her fingers danced over the bulge in his jeans. She was about to straddle him when a knock on the window jolted them apart.

"Britty?" her mom called from outside, causing them both to straighten up diligently.

Santiago rolled his window down and a puff of chilly air filled the humid car.

"Hi mom," Brittany waved cheerily from her seat, like Santiago's fingers weren't buried deep inside her mere moments ago.

"Hello, I was wondering what you two were doing out here. It's past your curfew and I'm sure Santiago has to be going home," she looked at him pointedly.

"Yeah, yes I do. I didn't realize what time it was. Sorry Mrs, uh, Susan," Santiago couldn't look at her, knowing what he had just been doing with Brittany seconds beforehand. It was obvious that she was well aware that something a lot less than innocent had been happening before she disturbed them.

"It's no problem. Come on Britty, you both have school in the morning and you had a very late night last night," she looked between them both accusingly and Santiago's eyes almost popped out of his sockets. This time, not even Brittany managed to look casual. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Santiago stared helplessly at the steering wheel and prayed for the ground to swallow him whole.

There was a tense few seconds of silence before Brittany saved the day and spoke up.

"Good night San," she moved to give him a goodnight kiss before deciding it was best to keep their distance under the watchful eyes of her mother.

"Night Britt. See you at school tomorrow. I love you," he winced at his admission and almost smacked himself in the head at his own stupidity. He reluctantly looked at Mrs. Pierce but her face had softened considerably.

Brittany beamed brightly, "I love you too," she got out of the car and walked around to her mom who squeezed Santiago's shoulder and wished him a goodnight.

"See you soon Santiago," Mrs. Pierce stepped back as Brittany called to her from their front door.

"Bye," he said before driving the short distance to his own house. When the car was parked he allowed himself a moment to comprehend what had just happened.

Brittany's mom knew that Brittany snuck out of the house to meet him last night, almost caught them going at it in the car and that he was in love with her daughter.

Well, that certainly wasn't expected.

He just hoped that Mr. Pierce didn't find out about what went down in his precious shed, because he definitely wouldn't be as understanding about it as Mrs. Pierce was. Oops.