With you on my shoulder
By HeartofSummer
Genre: Brittany and Santana romance
Copyright: Playing around with these awesome characters for fun. If only I owned them and got paid for it.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait!
It's not that I haven't been inspired, it's just that I've been at a loss for what to write. This is a pretty sweet chapter, with them fighting against jumping each other. But don't worry, we'll get to that soon. I have to have them rolling around in the hay before episode 13! =3 enjoy!

Chapter 7: Throwdowns

(Santana)

"Fine, go ahead! Take all the football players and your Cheerios" Mr. Schue tells coach angrily. But she just ignores him, her face shadowed by that scary determination that it always has. I mask it as well as I can, but the truth is that having her here kind of disturbs me. I liked that there was one place in this school that Sue couldn't reach in and touch us.

"Alright, listen up! When your name is called step over to my side of this black, shiny thing." I recognize Brittany's giggle, but nobody else seems to notice.

"It's a piano, Sue." Mr. Schue looks like he wants to be crushed underneath it.

"Santana, Wheels, Gay Kid, Asian, Other Asian, Arethia and Shaft..." I'm surprised to hear my actual name, and not just be referred to as Lopez. I smile at the acknowledgment, even though I didn't miss the fact that Brittany didn't end up in my group. "See Will...I don't want to participate in a group that ignores the needs of Minority Students." It's more obvious than ever that Coach Sylvester was once the motherfucking cheerleader of cheerleaders. Now she even overrules the top bitch of the school. If she hadn't been the manlike monster she was now, I'd strived to be like her.

"You've got be kidding me!"

"Oh I'd never kid about this Will. Maybe that's you're problem. Bigotry is no laughing matter." I laugh a little too mean at that, enjoying this as much as the next girlfriend who doesn't get the solos she deserves. Not that I care, really. It's just Glee club after all.

"And that's how Sue Sees it." I grin, knowing I'm hurting everyone in this room and enjoying it even more. I even hold up my hand like she does on her show, giving her thanks for the respect she showed me by using my first name. I'm more used to Lopez, or well, Satan, which I'm pretty convinced is a nickname that Quinn started.

"Outstanding."

"I can't believe he'd do this!" Quinn's voice is anger personified, but her eyes are frightened. Brittany and I share a look, and I know that we're both relieved that we won't be the ones to inform Sue. That's the head cheerleaders job.

"At lest he didn't flunk us..." Brittany said, smiling encouragingly. "He likes us."

"That's because if he did we couldn't come to Glee club!" Quinn said, viscously. Brittany looked down, even if she was used to her outbursts she wasn't used to being yelled at. By anyone.

"He wouldn't have had to anyway," I told Brittany. "I speak fluent Spanish and Quinn gets A's on everything."

"But I don't. I suck at Spanish, I don't even understand the instructions how to open the Spanish book. Do I read it from right to left, like with the Japanese books? I just don't get anything. He gave me an F+ today." My mouth fell open.

"But then he flunked you too! Why are you here?"

"Because we have cheerleading practice..." she looked at me, confusion across her face. "Mr. Schue doesn't decide if I go to practice or not. Only coach can decide that."

Quinn just rolled her eyes at that, starting to mutter to herself. Brittany looked at me instead.

"You can put your foot on my shoulder to stretch if you want..." I smiled at her.

"Thanks." I could feel her fingertips brushing against my skin as our arms intertwined. She leaned forward, sticking her butt out, and the grip we had on each other was the only thing keeping us from falling. The pain of the stretch was nothing compared to the heat that started glowing where her fingers touched my upper arms. Even though it was windy outside today, so that the warmth shouldn't bother me too much, I felt my throat dry up, keeping me from breathing properly. Brittany glanced at me, looking bothered by something. My thumb circled over her skin before I could stop to think rationally, to remember that I was in the middle of the football field with nowhere to hide and Quinn standing just beside us. Brittany locked eyes with me, and I knew she nearly forgot about all that too. For the 50th time that day I wondered what we were up to.

Suddenly a voice cut through to us. We looked up.

"HERE, NOW!" Quinn gave us a panicked look and turned, jogging towards our coach. I didn't want Brittany to see that, so I let my fingers ripple over her arm, letting my eyes go back to Brittany's blonde hair. She was still staring after Quinn with a worried and slightly angry look on her face.

"Britt..." she slowly turned her eyes towards me. "Do you want to come over to my house tomorrow to study Spanish? And talk boys?" Her frown turned into a smile that tickled my heartstrings.

"That sounds about as awesome as strawberry milkshake."

"I'm sure that could also be arranged." Brittany squealed, and my pretty uncommon smile stretched out on my lips before I could stop it. "Great. Something to look forward to."

I waited impatiently by the lockers for her to show up. We'd ended it quickly, because Coach had said she was gonna work with the talent – Mercedes. It annoyed the hell out of me. Not even in Coach Sylvester's Glee club could I be Aretha. It fucking sucked to be me sometimes.

I pushed those thoughts away, instead focusing on the fact that I would need to feed Brittany. We could probably stop by at Breadstix and take something with us.

I flipped my mobile open to look for any new messages and saw there was one from Matt. He was a nice guy who I actually kind of liked. He was funny, smart and he'd actually taken me to Breadstix for a date. Then of course we'd ended up in the back seat of his car like with so many others before him, but he'd been careful. I'm pretty sure he'd lost his V card with me. Thankfully he wasn't one of the guys who got obsessed with it, but he did enjoy my company every once in a while. It was nice that he understood what I wanted without questioning it. That made him and Puck two of a kind. Matt was sweet and Puck was good in bed. It was those two qualities that made me come back to them from time to time. Besides actually being a nice guy, Matt was great to talk to. He actually listened to me bitching about Quinn and he told me how the other guys looked at him and the other cheerleaders. Puck was less than that. He was hot and really knew how to satisfy me and then had the nerve not to cuddle afterwards. Just the way I liked it. I liked having him under my spell, but still not letting him think I was his. It was the other way around, really.

I looked up to see Brittany skip against me, her eyes deep as the sea and her hair flipping from side to side in the high ponytail.

A flash of the moment only two hours before made my body ache to hold her again. We'd been having fun with the rest of the glee club, singing and dancing and actually all just enjoying ourselves. And then when we were to leave, Brittany had opened her arms to me. I'd went right into her embrace, hugged her as tightly as I possibly could. My heart had been beating out of my chest.

"See you after practice," she whispered into my ear, as if our meeting had been a secret. I'd looked away when she let go of me, feeling myself blush which I never did. Her hands had fumbled across my arm to touch my hands, before releasing me. I'd felt light headed as I stumbled away.

And now all that dizziness returned to me as I used my arms to stand up straight from leaning against the lockers, smiling and greeting her with a hug, telling myself it didn't affect my body at all when in fact, holding her and feeling a few strands of blonde hair tickled my nose, made my arms lock so hard around her I had to force them off of her after five way too long seconds.

Brittany linked her pinky with mine in a way that would raise no questions, but made me want to tear off my arm in frustration and looked at me expectantly.

"I thought we'd get some food from Breadstix," I said, leading her out towards my car.

"I like that," she chirped. "Pasta ise really gudo." Her attempts to make words sound Spanish cracked me up, and I gave her an honest smile, showing my teeth.

"B, it's: "La pasta es muy buena"." She gave me a startled look.

"That sounded weird."

"Maybe we should make a habit of these lessons," I laughed, and she smiled at that.

I slurped up some more of the purple ice and let my teeth crunch on the cold sweetness that were McKinley High's slushy special. I knew how it felt to have one of these thrown in my face. In fact, it had been a coke, but I could imagine how it must feel like. Girls had never liked me much, I was never very popular with them. Mostly because I had that tanned skin, long black hair and could eat a mountain of garbage without my weight changing at all. It was one of the perks with being a naturally born cheerleader. But I hadn't been a naturally born bitch, unfortunately. Every time I'd tried to be nice to girls, they'd shown me the cold shoulder. Then, when I'd started hanging out with their boyfriends, they'd hated me even more. That one girl, Cicely Swan, had thrown her cold drink in my face at the school disco in second grade because the guy she'd been seen holding hands with had offered me a dance. She'd ruined my new purple dress. But I'd gotten her back. By becoming cheerleader I'd not only gotten the girls to fight for my attention, but I'd also made sure she'd been slushied no less than once a day for a month. She'd fled to an all girls private school. I'd proven that being liked by the boys wasn't bad at all.

Mr. Schue had gone to clean himself off, and all the other members had started to leave the room. I gave Matt a peck on the cheek, and Mike followed him after a hug from Brittany. As I saw Puck leave the room too, I caught a glimpse of him staring at Quinn, and that she met his eyes before he went in the opposite direction. I put my head on a tilt as I saw her stop Finn, giving him a kiss on the cheek before hurrying after him. It made me nervous, but I knew it was inevitable. The look in her eyes whenever she saw him with me or someone else was unmistakable. He was hers, no matter what everyone else thought. And obviously, without him even knowing it himself, really, it was obvious that he felt the same way.

"What are you thinking about?" I turned to the side, meeting Brittany's questioning eyes.

"Puck and Quinn," I said honestly.

"You think they're cheating on Finn?"

"Brittany, Puck isn't Finn's boyfriend, they're best friends. But yeah, in a way, they are both probably cheating on him. I don't have any proof, though."

"We should get proof, then." Her voice was surprisingly firm and I looked up from my slushy again. I didn't have an answer to that, so I just smiled and drank some more. "But I'm glad that all the guys are still apart of Glee club."

Without agreeing to, we sat down on two chairs and she let her long legs lay on the side, brushing against mine, probably on purpose. I saw something dance across her intense gaze before she looked away.

"I'm glad too. Mike seems to like you." She smiled at me and I felt a sting of something cold and slimy. Jealousy.

"He does. Matt seems to like you."

"Oh believe me, he does. He's great in be-... well, car." I laughed, and she joined me.

"I've only kissed Mike yet," she revealed to me. "I'm trying to kiss as many boys as I can. Perfect score." I felt sick. But I knew why she wanted to and I knew it was a good idea. Holding such a record at McKinley High would definatly stand for a lot. We went quiet, listening to the sounds of the school being emptied. It was weird, I usually didn't stay a second longer in this hell hole than I needed to. But ever since I started hanging out with Brittany and Glee club, I kept wanting to linger.

"You know, I've never actually heard you sing, Santana." Brittany broke the silence and finished her slushy with one last, loud slurping sound, putting it on the chair behind her. Then she moved her chair closer to mine, laying down and putting her head in my lap. I was surprised by the gesture, but I didn't mind at all. I felt my thighs hum excitedly, and felt my cheeks heat up.

"I'm an awesome singer. I'd make Sue cry if she heard me," I said, putting my drink away and let my fingers tangle in her hair.

"You keep saying that, but I've never heard you sing, San. What kind of songs do you like to sing?" I studied her hair between my fingers and half closed eyes, and sighed. Truth be told, I liked anything with a soul. It helped me to be the complete opposite in school. But I knew the obvious choices to name.

"I like songs by Amy Winehouse," I confessed. "And Kelly Clarkson, and Adele. You know, those kind of artists." She nodded in my lap, still looking through half closed eyes out into the empty choir room.

"Sing me something."

I swallowed, taking the obvious choice but regretting it once I started thinking of the notes in my head. But I shrugged it off. It was just a song that had left my lips very often lately. I took a shaky breath, and started singing to the piano across the room.

You look at me,
Like you always do.
You don't have a clue.
You smile at me,
You hug me,
But you don't know I want you.

I felt Brittany's breathes against my knees, and I smiled slightly. It wasn't like I was singing to anyone in particular, but this song was the last one I would've chosen to sing to anyone else except her. It just felt... right. Besides, not many people had heard it before. I liked to pretend it was mine.

You play with me,
You flirt with me,
You tell me all your secrets.
I'm always the one you run to,
but to you I'm just your friend.

My fingers travelled to her waist, trailing my nails across her uniform. She let her nails touch my bare leg and knee, making small circles across my skin, making my singing a little more breathy, making a few notes shaky. But I kept singing, because it kept me busy thinking of something else but those fingers. Anything else but that warmth in my lap. Anything but that uniform that kept crinkling under my fingers, teasing me. I'd lost my mind.

Don't say I love you,
Don't say you need me,
Don't say I trust you,
My heart cant take it.
Don't say you want me,
Don't say you miss me,
Don't hurt me.
Don't say you love me.

Mmmm... no no no no.

Kelly sure knew how to touch you with her lyrics. I quieted down, swallowing the hurt in my throat, making my hand be still on her waist. She didn't stop the circling though, and I closed my eyes for a second, biting my tongue.
"Don't stop," she begged me, turning over in my lap so that her face was directed directly at mine. I wasn't sure if she meant the touching or the singing.
"Did you like it?" I ignored her.
"You're better than all of them," she said, pure honesty laid out for me to see. My heart surged forward, and I knew that if I just leaned a little bit down, closer to her I could capture those lips with mine. I'd kept telling myself that it had all been the doing of those drugs, but the fact that I wanted – or rather needed – to kiss her now was so true and out there that I'm sure she saw it all over my face. To prove my point, her hand reached out to pat my cheek sweetly.

"You're so much more than people know," she mumbled, and I was shocked by that. She took a hold of my hand, letting her nails trail lazily across the back of it.
"It's like you're full of secrets." Our fingers tangled and untangled, sending electric impulsive through me, making my heart break out of it's little box and going on a wild massacre through my body. "I love secrets." Her voice was so innocent and yet it had that low, mild vibe that told me she was implying something. Then she stared back at me, brought my hand to her lips and kissed it lightly.

"Hey ladies, what are you still doing here?" It was the janitor. He looked at us with a frown behind his big, grey eyebrows that made him look like some kind of mixed dog. Cheerleaders never stayed behind in school.

Brittany sat up with a surprised sound, and I took a hold of her hand again, pulling her up with me.
"We were just leaving," I said, and passing by him I added. "And you've got some slushy to clean up in here." I added as mean as I could, letting go of B's hand and walking quickly towards the lockers.
"I really need to get home," I mumbled.
"But what about our study date?" Brittany questioned, sounding confused. I hated that confusion, all I wanted was to make things right for her as soon as she thought wrong, but right now I couldn't. I needed to get away, now. I had been thinking about kissing her. Kissing a girl, and not to impress the guys but for my own selfish heart. It was sick, it was insane, it was completely loco.
"Soon, okay? I'm meeting Puck tonight." She smiled and nodded and started talking about her and Mike's date the night before, and I listened with half of my ear, telling myself that's who she should be kissing, while I texted Puck that it was an emergency and that I needed him under my skirt, stat. He answered immediately, and I could draw a breath of relief. I was sexually frustrated, that was all. And girls are hotter than guys, that's just the way things are. We were best friends. Nothing more than cheerleader besties. Just. Friends. But, I thought as I watched her readjust her skirt, pulling her bag out of the locker and still going on about how amazing the dancing Other Asian was, friends with secrets, apparently.

A/N: Please give me inspiration to keep writing by telling me what you think!

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