Brittany had left Puckerman Ink a blubbering mess! Santana had sent her on her way, telling her to avoid scrubbing the area, to steer clear of swimming pools and to come back in a week for a touch up. To say that Brittany was captivated by Santana was an understatement. The older girl was very much Brittany's type. Stong, assertive and sexy in a very bad ass way. Yet, despite her day dreams of Santana, Brittany was a bundle of nerves awaiting her little show and tell for Quinn and the squad. She prayed all night long with Lord Tubbington that they don't call out Santana's expertly drawn faux tatoo for what it was. A fake.
Much to Brittany's dismay, the weekend had come and gone and she found herself riding shot-gun to school with Tina. This was another one of Brittany's shortcomings. No car. Just like her having to wait to join the Cheerios until this year because of her mothers salary, a car too, was a luxury that Brittany would just have to unfortunately wait to have.
"So you think they'll notice?" Tina asked as she pulled into a parking spot toward the back of the lot. Brittany had a tendency to sleep late.
"Notice what?" Brittany asked, it was much too early for thinking.
"Notice your little bootleg tattoo!" She laughed out.
"honestly Tina. I think they will." She said sadly. "I mean, all of the girls on the squad have them. Don't you think they'd do a wipe check to see if it rubs off or not!"
"Oh my God. You are getting waaay too paranoid! Those bitches are crazy! Have I mentioned how ridiculous this whole thing is by the way?" Tina asked with exasperation.
"Yea. T. You totally have."
Later on in the humid locker room Brittany found herself alone and waiting once again. They totally must do this to her on purpose. Just waiting around for Quinn and the squad was pure torture. A few minutes passed and the two freshman girls trickled into the locker room, scared and jittery.
"So did you guys get yours?" Brittany asked, hoping to get her mind off of herself.
The two girls just shook their heads "No" in unison with blank and frozen expressions on their pale faces.
Not good news.
Not a minute later did Quinn and her posse barge though the locker room doors and positioned themselves in front of the three newbies.
"So here's what's gonna go down." Quinn began. "You each are going to drop your skirt. No tattoo means no uniform, and you get the hell out of my locker room. If you do have a tattoo, then you make your way over to Sue's office and get your shit. Any word of this business to any of the faculty, especially Sue, and you'll be dealing with a years supply of slushy facials. Hand poured by yours truly. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Thompson. You first." Quinn barked.
The nervous girl closest to the locker room door stood and shakily pulled her cheer skirt and spanks down revealing a section of clear and pale flesh. No markings in sight.
"Out!" Quinn yelled. The girl didn't even bother making eye contact with her friend as she zipped out of the room like a bolt of lighting.
"Meyers. Your next." Quinn spat angrily as the girl stood timidly. But before her hands even reached her skirt she made a b-line for the exit sobbing hysterically and slamming the doors behind her.
Quinn sighed with frustration. "Don't let me down Pierce. Your next." She said.
Brittany stood slowly. She felt her heart thudding deeply in her chest and her palms were wet and warm. Taking a deep and calming breath, Brittany lowered her cheer skirt and spanks to reveal her mark. Or Santana's mark. Yea. She liked Santana's mark better.
Quinn smirked. "Finally. At least someone has a brain." She said. "Go see Sue."
Brittany froze. She did it. Santana did it! She was on the squad and she had totally tricked Quinn Fabray!
"Wait!" Quinn yelled.
Shit. Brittany gulped, she had spoken too soon.
"You went to Puckermans?"
"Yea."
"Puck gave you the tattoo?" Quinn asked. She seemed sort of nervous.
"No. Santana did."
"Oh." She sighed. "Well, good. I mean, he kind of sucks at the detailed stuff."
Brittany narrowed her eyes and nodded. Leaving the squad to enter Couch Sue's office.
The rest of the week had gone incredibly well. Brittany was finally on the Cheerios, practice was fun and she didn't have to worry about slushy facials anymore! All was good. And so was the fact that today was Saturday and that meant that she got to go back to Puckerman ink and see Santana. Well, she got to go back to Puckerman ink and get a tattoo touch up From Santana. Either was she was a happy camper. She's been thinking of the older tattoo artist more than she'd like to admit. Like on Wednesday when she was at the bottom of the pyramid and she started thinking of Santana's boobs and how they look so round and big and all of a sudden Tracey Conner falls right on top of her. According to Quinn it was all Brittany's fault.
Brittany walked into Puckerman ink a little bit before lunch time. She hadn't scheduled a time with Santana before she left last week. Santana had just told her to come by in a week. She hoped this was ok.
"Yo. Cheerio. What're you doing here? I thought you got your stamp last week?" Puck said as he spotted Brittany entering.
Shit. She hadn't thought about what she'd say to Puck about being back. Of course Santana didn't tell Puck about the fake tattoo, he knew Quinn. God. So stupid.
"Uhhh, I Uh, just needed to ask her a few questions that I uh... Had forgot to ask her last time." Fewf. That sounded convincing, right?
Puck narrowed his eyes. "Aint nothin you can ask her that you can't ask the ole' Puckster." He said with a smug grin.
"Except if it requires actual brain cells to answer." Came Santana's mischievous voice from the back doors she just came through. Brittany giggled and blushed. God, why was she acting like such a two year old.
"C'mon Brittany. Ignore the idiot in the wife beater and the hideous hair cut. It's always best to just not make eye contact." Santana said with a playful smirk to Puck. She was acting like an older sister to him.
"That's cold Santana, real cold." Puck retaliated weakly.
Santana and Brittany made their way down the hallway and into the familiar small room. Santana's tattooing room, or parlor or studio. Brittany was still unsure. The walls covered in sketches just like last time.
"So. She bought it didn't she." Santana asked with a cheeky grin as Brittany took a seat on the small tattooing bed and smiled.
"Like a fat kid buys cake." Brittany said, then cringed at her own cheesyness.
Santana didn't seem to find it quite as cringe worthy judging by the loud laugh that followed making Brittany's insides tingle.
"Thought so." Santana said, throwing Brittany a wink. "Lay back Brittany. Lets see the damage you've done."
Brittany did as she was told, smiling nervously up at Santana like a silly school girl. All the day dreaming she had done over the past week had seemed to really mess with her head. She seriously had no idea how to act around this woman. She had absolutely no game.
"Are you alright Brittany?" Santana asked. "You seem a little tense."
"Oh! No, i'm just a little distracted with school stuff that's all." Brittany lied.
Santana nodded and sat down on her rolling stool in front of Brittany, while Brittany simply stared at the woman.
"Your gonna need to push your shorts down a little." Santana chucked. Brittany cringed once again at her own stupidity and unbuttoned her shorts. Brittany would be lying if she'd say that she didn't pick out her sexiest pair of red panties for her tattoo touch up, but lets face it she totally did. Slipping her shorts down to a respectable level this time, revealing only just the tops of her panties to Santana she made herself comfortable on the bed and willed herself not to panic or ask Santana to take her own clothes off.
Santana smirked and grabbed her sharpies. "Feeling chilly today?" She asked with that cute lopsided grin.
"I can't even see the tattoo." She chucked.
"I just. Last time I pulled them down too much." She answered weakly.
"How bout we meet in the middle." Santana said with that deliciously raspy voice of hers. Not waiting for an answer, Santana tugged on either side of Brittany's shorts just a bit so that the top of the shorts stopped at the top of Brittany's thighs. Then in one sinfully sweet movement, Santana pulled on Brittany thong strap and snapped it down onto Brittany's shorts to reveal the now smudgy tattoo.
"Much better." Santana said and began to wipe off the remaining of the smudged tattoo. Brittany just tried to continue to breath.
"So... What school stuff's got you all distracted?" Santana asked as she blew on the wetness of the wipes to dry it faster. Brittany shivered.
"Um, just the people." Brittany lied again. "You know, making new friends on the squad and stuff."
"Mhmnm."
"I mean, the football players are great and all. Easy enough to get along with since ya know, we're all always flipping around in little skirts and stuff all the time, but the girls on the squad are different. They seem a little harder to read." Brittany said. She figured rambling was better than the blushing mute she was becoming around Santana.
Santana chuckled to herself as she continued her free hand. "That's boys for you. And don't worry too much about the girls on your squad. It's mostly all a facade." She said, her eyes remaining narrowed in concentration.
"That tickles." Brittany giggled when Santana brushed over a particularly sensitive spot.
"What does?..This?" She said as she stroked over the same spot again making Brittany squirm.
"Stop! Santana! You're totally hitting my funny bone!" Brittany said, her giggles getting louder and louder.
Santana let out her own giggle and capped her pen. "You're all done giggles. Let it dry for a sec and then you can zip up."
Brittany caught her breath from her giggle attack and began to stare once again at Santana as she walked over to the chest of drawers. Today she was wearing the same light wash ripped jeans that Brittany had seen her in last week, a plum colored tank top, one of those expensive ones like the white one she had worn before. Her hair was down and wavy and she had sunglasses perched atop her head pulling some hair away from her face like a head band. Brittany thought she looked radiant. How can someone dressed so simply look so glowy?
"Um. Santana. How am I gonna come back next week when this rubs off?" She began. " I mean, what do I tell Puck?"
Santana sighed. "I was thinking of that. I do private sessions at my home for other clients if you don't mind driving about twenty minutes south of here?" Santana said, walking back to Brittany to look at the tattoo."Don't move, it's still wet." Brittany blushed.
She didn't think it would help her game to tell Santana that she didn't have a car so she skillfully left that out when she answered a bit to enthusiastically.
"Sure! I'd love to! I live about fifteen minutes south of here." Brittany wanted to slap herself so hard at this new discovery of lack of game that she had! I mean, seriously.
Santana however, seemed to find it amusing.
"So I'll see you there? Next Saturday?" Santana asked as she adjusted the strap of Brittany's underwear.
"Next Saturday." Brittany gulped.