Santana lay next to Quinn gazing up at the ceiling. The blonde girl hadn't said a word since and the brunette felt a little awkward. She hated awkward silences.
"So, er-" she began, trying to break the tension in the room.
Quinn turned herself to face the other girl and chuckled softly.
"What's so funny?" Santana frowned.
"Nothing, nothing at all. I just-" she started but then paused.
"You just what?"
Quinn bit down on her lip again, trying to hold back a grin.
"I've never come that hard before." She admitted sheepishly.
Santana's eyebrows raised in surprise at the blonde's bold confession. Quinn watched the brunette girl's face and smiled, lightly pressing her palm to Santana's chest, right over her heart.
"Your heart's beating really fast," the blonde whispered.
Santana gave a small nod.
"You were really good." Quinn said softly.
The brunette looked away bashfully, trying to hold back a smile.
Quinn grinned and used her hand to turn Santana's face back to her. Santana reluctantly met Quinn's gaze and realised just how close their faces were. Her eyes flickered down to the blonde girl's lips and she took a moment to think. The whole time that Santana had been pleasuring Quinn, she hadn't dared to kiss her. Not properly anyway. Her mouth had peppered the blonde's ear, neck, collarbone, but not on the lips. That was too intimate. If this was purely about sex, then that had to be an unspoken rule.
Santana rolled onto her back and then swung her legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up. She ran a hand through her dark locks and looked down at herself. As always, she was still fully dressed. Her Cheerios uniform looked slightly crumpled but otherwise nobody would know what she had been up to. She tugged her hair into a high pony and stood up, brushing herself down.
Quinn watched her carefully from where she lay, completely naked, the tops of the sheets just about covering the tops of her breasts. Her blonde hair was tousled, and her face was flushed.
"Where are you going?"
Santana turned to look down at the other girl. She couldn't deny that the blonde looked gorgeous in that after-sex glow but she needed to get out of there.
"Home." Santana replied simply.
The blonde girl frowned.
"Oh," she sounded disappointed but seemed to understand. "I'll see you tomorrow, at school?" she offered.
Santana picked up her bag and draped it over her shoulder. She nodded, chancing one glance back at the blonde girl.
"See you tomorrow Q."
/
Santana pressed her forehead against the cool metal of her locker and sighed. She was exhausted after another gruelling training session with Sue Sylvester. Plus, to make matters worse, it had been raining non-stop all day so she was soaked through to the bone and had no change of clothes with her. To make matters even worse, she had walked to school this morning and therefore, had to walk home too.
Quinn had been texting her all day. She had ignored the messages; she didn't really know what to say to her yet. In truth, she had enjoyed fucking the blonde girl – who wouldn't? And Quinn had clearly enjoyed herself. There was just part of her brain that niggled at her; something that kept telling her that what she was doing was wrong.
Santana rolled her eyes at herself and pulled her bag up and over her shoulder. She made her way out of the school building, bracing herself as she exited through the double doors and into the torrential downpour.
"Hey!" she heard a muffled shout across the car park and looked up, squinting through the rain.
She couldn't help but smile as she saw Brittany waving manically at her from what she guessed was her car. She gave a small wave back and carried on walking.
Clearly she hadn't understood the full reason behind the blonde's action though because before she knew it, Brittany was crawling alongside her in her car, her window wound down.
"Jump in!" she shouted, motioning with her hand.
Santana paused for a moment before reaching for the handle and yanking the passenger door open. She clambered inside and shut the door firmly behind her, shutting out the vile weather. She caught her breath and looked to Brittany who was sat in the driver's seat, hands relaxed at the wheel. She beamed at Santana.
"You're soaked." The blonde commented.
Santana swallowed and kept her mouth shut firmly at the unfortunate innuendo.
"I-I err… yeah," she started, inwardly cursing herself for how she always was around the blonde. "It's raining." She finished, stating the obvious.
Brittany giggled and it sounded like music to Santana.
"I know. Let me take you home, where do you live?" she continued driving along, the windscreen wipers moving vigorously back and forth.
Santana recited her address and watched Brittany nod.
"Do you know where that is?" Santana questioned.
Brittany shook her head.
"No, but I'm sure you can direct me. Right?" She glanced at the brunette hopefully and Santana smiled.
"Sure, of course. I forgot you were new to Lima…"
"I'm not very good at remembering things," she shrugged. "Directions especially."
"Well, I'll do the remembering for you then." Santana smiled softly and Brittany met her gaze thankfully. Blue eyes locked onto deep brown until the blonde girl had to turn back to focus on the road.
/
"Home sweet home." Santana muttered.
Brittany turned off the engine and looked at Santana.
"I think I'll be able to remember how to get here again," she said quietly. "Your directions were really clear."
Santana chuckled softly.
"Get here again?"
Brittany blushed and turned her head away slightly.
"Well, I hope I get the chance to come here again…" she trailed off. "You're the only one who's been nice to me at school," she explained. "I like you."
It was Santana's turn to flush. She bit down on her lip nervously and cleared her throat.
"Do you want to-" she started but then a voice echoing inside her head made her stop.
"I have one condition. I don't care if you're with other girls but no more Cheerios. Except me."
Santana swallowed visibly.
"You heard me Santana. A deal's a deal. Stay away from her."
Brittany turned to look back at the brunette curiously.
"Do I want to what?"
"N-nevermind. I shouldn't." she shook her head to herself.
Brittany pouted, looking a little disappointed.
"Oh, okay then. I guess I better let you get going…"
Santana could hear the sadness in Brittany's voice and for some reason, it made her chest hurt. She nodded and fumbled for the handle on the door but then paused thoughtfully.
Quinn didn't have to know. She was only going to invite her in for a little while. Perhaps a drink and something to eat.
"Brittany? Would you like to come in?"
The blonde looked at her and smiled widely, flashing all her teeth beautifully. Santana instantly decided that she had made the right decision. Brittany was absolutely beaming and it made Santana grin too.
"I'll take that as a yes," she chuckled. "Come on." She opened the car door and waited for the blonde to follow, before dashing up the path in the rain to her front door.
/
A few hours passed by quickly and Santana couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. The girls had eaten, watched a bit of television, talked, laughed and generally enjoyed each other's company. Santana had offered Brittany some dry clothes to change into because even just running up to the house had drenched both girls even more. Santana had to really concentrate on not thinking of Brittany in a certain way. She was sat on her sofa, wearing her tank top and her sweatpants. Boy did she look good in her clothes. The blonde girl was taller than Santana too so the tank top didn't quite fit and would occasionally rise up, showing off a delectable slither of creamy skin.
"Where are your parents?"
Brittany's question woke Santana from her daze and she sat up a little, clearing her throat.
"They work a lot." She replied simply.
"Doesn't that get lonely? Are you by yourself a lot?" she asked, concerned.
Santana shrugged.
"I guess, sometimes. You get used to it. It means I can invite friends over whenever I want," she paused. "Not that I have many of those…" she muttered under her breath, but Brittany seemed to have heard.
"I don't see why you wouldn't have lots of friends. From what I can see, you're popular, funny, kind, caring…"
Santana scoffed. "I don't think I've ever been called kind and-"
"Ssh, I haven't finished." Brittany interrupted.
Santana raised her eyebrows and smirked as she was politely asked to be quiet.
"Cute, welcoming, popular, funny…"
"You've already said-" Santana started but once again was stopped, this time with a finger pressed to her lips. Her breath hitched as she felt Brittany's soft fingertip brush against her mouth.
"And really, really hot." Brittany whispered, staring into Santana's brown orbs that she could have sworn had turned darker.
Santana's throat bobbed as she swallowed. Was Brittany coming onto her? Was she a lesbian too or was she just another curious Cheerio wanting to experiment? Thousands of questions flew through her head as she tried to process what was happening.
Santana felt Brittany duck her head and move in slowly. Her eyes flickered to the blonde's pouty lips as they moved closer to hers. She couldn't, she wasn't allowed to, she had made a deal with-
The brunette girl closed her eyes, fighting with herself.
"I-I can't…" she gasped, their mouths only inches apart now.