AN: Hi everyone, let me start with this: I'M SO SORRY! I know that there aren't any real excuses but I was really busy with school this week so from now on there will be one update a week. When I have breaks or not so much homework and tests than there will be 2 or more.

Also, I want to remind everybody that English is NOT my first language so that the mistakes in this story can't be prevented by myself.. I can't have a beta yet because of the requirements and honestly right now I don't want one.. So if you have a lot of trouble with my story don't read it haha. And please don't be too harsh okay because again: I'M SIXTEEN AND DUTCH! So yeah... *awkward silence*

I want to thank lexiepuckerman-evans14 for her support, and of course all the reviewers, those things make my day! I love reviews so much I want to go to town with it!

Because I had a busy week with 4 birthdays and stuff it's a bit short, SORRY! Next time it's going to be longer again. Pinky Promise.

Now on with the story!

I don't own Glee, if I did I would run naked through my school *giggles* (:

Chapter 5

'Brittany, get your butt out of bed!' Brittany's mother yelled.

'Mom, why the duck are you yelling at me? I still have like twenty minutes left!' Brittany groaned. Why does God hate her?

'Your friend Noah is here and he said to, and I quote: Get her lazy ass outta bed before Puckzilla goes tot town with her girl' Brittany's mother smirked, that last thing will have her daughter out bed faster than you could think fiddle diddle.

* THUMP *

'You fucking asshole, I told you to stay away from my girl! She's mine, you hear me? MINE' Brittany growled.

"Brittany get off of him, that poor boy! He didn't really say that honey, he's your friend he would never do that' Brittany's mother quickly explained.

'Oh, fine, sorry Puck. I guess I just lost it..' Brittany apologized.

'It's fine dude, let's just go upstairs and plan step three of getting you girl. I already explained everything to your mom. Now let's go!'

'Okay, bye mom!' Brittany yelled before running upstairs after Puck.

'I can't believe my little girl is in love. I wonder what kind of wedding they're going to have..' Brittany's mother mumbled.

'Goodmorning beautiful, can I do you the pleasure of carrying your books around today and for the rest of your life?' Brittany smiled.

'Goodmorning yourself, and yeah of course, even though I won't be carrying books when I'm done with school and college' Santana blushed and smiled.

Brittany grabbed Santana's hand with her left hand and with the right she took Santana's hand in hers.

'I know but I'm going to carry everything for you for the rest of your life honey' Brittany winked.

'Hey San, who's the whipped dork holding your hand?' Quinn teased.

'I'm not whipped Fabray!' Brittany scoffed.

'If you want to have even the slightest chance of dating me, you are whipped' Santana smirked.

'Sorry babe, I'm totally whipped' Brittany said while smiling goofily at Santana.

Puck came up behind Quinn and put his left arm over her shoulder.

'Hey babe, Santana and whipped pussy' Puck laughed.

'I don't know why you're laughing right now Noah, you are going to carry my books around today too. And I'm not your babe yet, Santana may be smitten already but you have a long way to go mister' Quinn smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.

'Yes Quinn' Puck sighed.

'WTSHHHHH' Brittany said while laughing.

Santana and Quinn looked at her and raised their eyebrows.

'Sorry Puck' Brittany mumbled.

'We're in this together Brittany, but at least now we can beat up everybody who insults us together' Puck shrugged.

'That's true' Brittany sighed too.

Santana and Quinn just giggled.

When Brittany saw Santana laugh she couldn't help but think that for this girl, she would be the most whipped person in the world.

'Pierce, get your ass here right now!'

Brittany turned around and frowned, who would dare to say that to her. Then she saw Sue Sylvester. Yeah that made sense.

'What's up coach?'

'Don't you what's up me, I want to know what your hooligan did to my head cheerleader!'

'Huh? What are you talking about?'

'Don't play stupid, the dude with the dead weasel on his head'

'Oh.. well they're dating.. so yeah' What was there more to say?

'Well tell him to stop distracting her with fucking flowers, I mean really? Daisies? And that's supposed to be a badass? And working "hard" for his girl? Try hitting Linsday Lohan in the face while fighting off Paris Hilton for the last bag of cocaine, that's hard!'

'Cocaine?'

'I had issues, it was the eighties, deal with it blondie!' Sue barked.

'The eighties? They're not that old..' Sue may be like super old, but they're not... or are they?

'That's what the Government tries to make you believe, but don't worry I'm on it. I've got spies everywhere'

'Uhm... okay?' What. The. Fuck. This is the most fucked up conversation I've ever had. And that involves talking to an imaginary unicorn.

'Just give that chicken "bro" the message!' Sue yelled while walking away, muttering something about spies, bombs, Hitler and Osama Bin laden.

'Hey Brittany, whazzup?' Puck said while fist-bumping his "homie".

'Did you give Quinn fucking flowers? When? We just dropped the girls off at their classrooms and we're going to go to class in like 5 minutes or something?' Brittany asked confused. It was supposed to be her thing, wooing and shit.

'Well, I want to be a gentleman too, besides otherwise I'm going to get shit from her for not being as sweet as you' Puck exclaimed.

'Stop it then, it's my thing dude, come fucking on!' Brittany yelled, like what the actual fuck. Santana was going to think Puck was doing better than her. She had to step up her game.

'You know what Fuckerman? It's war, let's see who can really woo the shit out of our dream girls' Brittany smirked.

'What does the winner get?'

'I don't know, maybe the girl? Stupid fucker... Anyway, the other one has to wait for another month before making it official and you can't make out casually or shit'

'Deal'

Well, Brittany thought, let the games begin

'My perfect and beautiful lady, may I carry your books? Also, it would be my honor to escort you to your next class' Brittany asked with a bow and a wink.

Santana giggled and hid her blush by shaking her head.

'Sure Brittany, I would love to'

'Great, by the way I have a small question'

'Uhm, okay, what is it?' Santana frowned. What could it possibly be?

'As you are aware, it's Wednesday. Next Friday is our date. Are you still going to go out with Sam?' Brittany asked pouting.

'Yes Brittany, we've been over this before..' Santana sighed. She really hoped Brittany understood.

'But why, I thought we kinda had a thing, you know?'

'Yeah we do, but I really want to see if theres nothing going on between Sam and I. It's only fair to you. You've been really sweet these past two days and I think it's only fair that if we get together, you get all of me and not half'

'Damn right it is, you are mine and mine only' Brittany growled while putting her arm around Santana's waist and glaring at everyone who dared to look at Santana.

'Brittany, are you jealous? There's nothing to be jealous about!' Santana laughed.

But even though she laughed, she couldn't help but get slightly turned on by Brittany's possessive streak.

'Are you also going to mark "your territory" when we're toghether or what?' She teased.

Brittany stopped and carefully pushed Santana against the lockers and locked her in, the books long forgotten on the ground, her hands came up to rest on Santana's hips, gripping tightly. But she remained careful, treating Santana like she would treat a doll. Santana was just so tiny and adorable. And sexy. Really sexy.

She locked eyes with Santana and growled 'You are going to be mine, but let's make this clear: You are already mine. Nobody is allowed to touch you. All of you is mine and mine alone. And when we've been dating for seven months and had our first time making love, I'm going to show you who you belong to'

Santana almost moaned. Her legs trembled, her breathing became shallow and her throat dry. No wonder, she thought, all moisture went in between her legs.

'I'm almost yours Brittany, just fight for me and then when we had our sweet first time... you can make me yours."

Brittany swallowed hard when heard those words and saw the smoldering look in Santana's eyes. She was so seductive, so beautiful and she was hers. Maybe not official, but she would be soon.

She stepped back and started running her eyes up and down Santana's body, appreciating it in the way she knew best. And it was good for her ladyboner of course.

She started with her white pumps, long, smooth caramel legs and her short navy blue skirt. Her white sparkly loose tank top showed just the right amount of cleavage. Her breasts looked as perfect as ever and she couldn't wait to put her teeth in those perfect golden globes. Her chest heaved up and down because of her erratic breathing. Her neck and color bone looked as kissable as ever. Her straight hair was just calling Brittany's hands to tangle in it. And last, but certainly not least, her beautiful face. Her pink blush, plump red round lips, smoldering brown eyes, perfect eyebrows and little pink tongue running across her perfect lips.

It was perfection.

She shook her head, grabbed the books off of the floor with her left hand and Santana's hand with her right. She winked and said 'Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven, angel of mine?'.

'Silly' Santana giggled, stil flustered from her intense moment with Brittany.

When they arrived at the classroom just in time, Brittany gave Santana her books and kissed her cheeks. 'Till next period mi amore' she said and walked away.

She grabbed her phone and texted a familiar number while smirking to herself.

Yes.. She was going to get her girl. Sam could date his left hand for all she cared.

When she arrived at her classroom her phone buzzed. She read the new message and smirked.

She entered and went to the back of the classroom to take a quick nap and dream about her princess.

Yes, life was good.

Hey, it's me bitch. I need your help, it's important. It's about my girl. We need to beat Puck, kill Sam and woo Santana. Get your ass here asap. -Brittany

Sure slut, I'll help you. Puck does need to chill with his fucking mohawk and Sam is just a dead fish (; I'll be there monday. - You know who

AN: So who is 'You know who' and who do you want it to be? Review and I'll totally consider, I don't really care to be honest so the person with the most votes wins.

I hope you guys aren't too mad at me because it's so short and it took so long, read the AN above to know when I'll be updating and how much. Sex scenes will not be till at least chapter 10. Maybe even 15. I like to drag it out, because the beginning of this story went so fast I want to take them dating slow (:

REVIEW and I'll love you guys forever and ever!

Lots of love, Adriana. xoxo 3