As the weeks ticked by, Quinn found being at school pure agony. She wasn't enjoying her lessons, or Cheerios training, and practically counted down the minutes until she could go home and find solace in her bedroom. She sat with the rest of the cheerleaders at lunchtime and tried to keep up with the conversation and gossip, but she found that she just didn't care anymore. Most of all, she missed Santana. She knew that she had brought this all on herself, but she couldn't help but wallow in self-pity over the brunette. It had been months since the 'incident', as everyone referred to it as, surely the Latina was over it by now?
Quinn paused momentarily at her locker as she watched Santana saunter by with Brittany attached to her hip. She attempted to flash a sincere smile at the smaller girl but received nothing but a cold, stony glare back from the tall, blonde. Santana wouldn't even look at her. She let out a defeated sigh and closed her locker, leaning up against it. Perhaps she wasn't over it…
/
That was how Quinn spent most of that week, gazing hopelessly at Santana Lopez. She tried not to make it too obvious to everyone else around her and found certain times of the day much easier than others. They shared quite a few classes together and Quinn often sat herself in a position where she could look without being caught. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her; she had never pinedover anybody before. The way she felt about the brunette only seemed to get stronger the more she was ignored.
She thought about her all the time. During class, during Cheerios practice, while she was doing homework, in bed at night… Quinn savoured those private moments. She could clearly picture the last time they were intimate together and held those vivid images in her head for safe keeping. She wasn't ashamed to admit, to herself anyway, that she had used those mental pictures to get herself off on many lonely nights.
On quite a few occasions, Quinn had felt confident that she would be able to talk some sense into Santana. She was sure that she could gain the other girl's forgiveness and then they could move on from all this unnecessary drama. Maybe even go back to their original arrangement? Unfortunately, none of that was going to happen while Brittany was still around.
/
Brittany S. Pierce was constantly a thorn in Quinn's side. She never left Santana alone and they had grown considerably close after what had happened. Quinn had noticed the blonde being extremely touchy-feely with the Latina on many occasions, which made her jaw clench and stomach tighten in annoyance, and possibly a tiny bit of jealousy. She also found it very difficult to hold her tongue whenever she happened to be in the company of the taller blonde without Santana. This didn't happen very often, but they did share a single class together right at the end of the day, which sometimes gave them a small window to converse, if you could call it that.
Today happened to be that day. Quinn sat at her desk watching the clock; only a few minutes to go before she had to endure that sickly sweet voice pretending to be civilised with her.
The bell rang and everyone grabbed their bags to leave. Quinn took her time and gathered her things together before pushing her chair under the desk and leaving. Just as she strode through the doorframe, a hand tugged at her arm pulling her back. She frowned and turned her head to meet the sparkling gaze of Brittany S. Pierce.
"Brittany," she said, taking a quick look up and down the corridor to check they were alone.
"Hi Quinn," the blonde replied, flashing the fakest smile she had ever witnessed.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Quinn smiled, just as falsely, her jaw clenching automatically.
Brittany let go of Quinn's arm and held her head confidently.
"I just wanted to give you your weekly reminder," she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder.
Quinn couldn't help but roll her eyes at that.
"I see. You know, my memory is pretty good… you probably don't need to remind me every week to stay away from Santana."
Brittany let out a chuckle, obviously amused by this. She took a step closer to Quinn, her extra few inches giving her a slight height advantage.
"Then stop trying to get her attention. She doesn't need you anymore." Brittany spoke fiercely. This was a side of her that only Quinn got to sample. She doubted that the taller blonde was anything but soft and sweet with Santana. If only she knew…
Quinn scoffed. She couldn't help herself. She was going to hold her own here; she was Head Cheerio after all, and nobody spoke to her like that.
"Why don't we let Santana be the judge of that?" she asked, her hazel eyes twinkling.
"What?" Brittany frowned, unsure as to where this was going.
"It seems to me that you've become very close; you and Santana." Quinn stated.
"We have, anyone can see that." Brittany smiled fondly as she thought about her growing relationship with the Latina.
Quinn nodded in agreement and continued.
"Some might even say you were bordering on 'girlfriend' status…" she trailed off.
Brittany didn't say anything to this comment, but it was clear that she was listening intently to the shorter blonde.
Quinn took a step towards Brittany and spoke directly into her ear in a low, menacing tone.
"You see," Quinn started. "I've heard on the grapevine that you haven't even managed to get into her pants yet." She bit her lip slyly, pulled away from Brittany's ear and waited for the taller blonde to bite.
Brittany shot an icy glare at the shorter girl.
"Who did you hear that from?" she demanded.
Quinn laughed. "Does it really matter? You're not denying it. Let's face it, perhaps Santana really does need me. After all, I've already sampled those magical fingers and that devilish tongue of hers." She grinned impishly.
Brittany stepped into Quinn's space, pressing her body against hers threateningly.
"What are you going to do?" Quinn mocked. "Hit me? What do you think Santana would think about that?"
The taller blonde glared down at the Head Cheerio before finally taking a step back. She shook her head in disbelief.
"You really are a bitch, aren't you Quinn?" she breathed out, before turning on her heel and marching away down the hall.
Quinn watched with a wide grin plastered on her face.
/
Although Brittany knew that most of what Quinn said was bullshit, she couldn't stop thinking about what the shorter girl had said earlier. After all, she was right. Apart from that one time where Brittany had touched Santana, they had yet to be fully intimate with each other. This had been playing on the blonde's mind lately and she was starting to feel a little insecure, particularly now she had heard the same thing directly from Quinn. How had she even known? Did that mean other people were talking about them? There were too many thoughts flitting around her brain, and it started to make her head hurt.
She was so fed up with this waiting game. She wanted Santana; emotionally and physically and perhaps it was time she just came out with it. She was due to go over to Santana's house later that evening anyway. She bit her bottom lip in thought and went over to her dressing table, pulling out her favourite set of matching light-blue lace underwear. She smiled to herself; Santana was sure to love this.
/
"Sit down. I've got a little surprise for you." Brittany whispered, leading the smaller girl back by her shoulders until she reached the edge of her bed. She motioned for her to sit on the edge and smiled. "Close your eyes."
Santana did as she was told and swallowed nervously, her eyes flickering shut. She heard what sounded like clothing being unzipped and tossed aside and pressed a hand to her chest gently as her heartbeat sped up.
"Okay. Open them." The blonde spoke.
Santana opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows in surprise. She couldn't help her hungry gaze that roamed over Brittany's lace-clad body. The blonde flashed her a cheeky smile and proceeded to sensually run a single finger down the length of her body, stopping just above the waistband of her panties.
"What do you think?" she asked innocently, turning herself so her back now faced Santana.
The brunette's eyes trailed instantly down to Brittany's ass, and she took a sharp breath in, trying to calm herself down.
Brittany turned her head to look at Santana over her shoulder, smirking as she noticed where the brunette was staring.
"Like what you see?" she giggled, watching as Santana looked back up to meet her sultry gaze and nodded.
Santana didn't know what to do with her hands. They fidgeted in her lap and then grasped at the comforter beneath her, needing something to hold onto.
Brittany took slow, deliberate steps towards her and stopped just in front of where she sat. She leant down to Santana's ear, giving the brunette a fantastic view down her bra. Santana was overwhelmed. She closed her eyes again and let out a frustrated groan as she felt the blonde's hot breath against her ear.
"I wore it just for you," Brittany breathed. "You can touch if you like."
Santana felt like all words had disappeared from her vocabulary.
"I-I…" she stuttered, looking up to meet aroused, blue eyes.
Brittany stroked a finger along the length of the smaller girl's jaw and smiled.
"Come on honey, don't go all shy on me." She giggled.
/
Quinn lay back on her bed with her hands behind her head. She felt like she had finally got one over on Brittany Pierce this afternoon. She had clearly hit a sore spot when it came to her and Santana's sex life… or lack of it. Her main aim had been to make Brittany feel insecure and that seemed to have worked. After all, that was something that Quinn would always hold over the taller blonde – she had Santana first.
She sat up as a sudden thought struck her. The only way that this could have gone horribly wrong is if Brittany set out to prove a point. What if she was over at Santana's right now offering herself up on a plate? What if this whole conversation completely backfired on Quinn after she'd held her own so well?
She snatched her phone from her bedside table and scrolled through her contacts. No. That wasn't going to happen.
/
Brittany decided to take matters into her own hands. She took hold of Santana's hands, that were clenched around her comforter, and lifted them up until they rested on her bare waist. She watched Santana swallow nervously and moved herself to straddle the brunette's lap, feeling the smaller girl's hands squeeze lightly at her waist.
"You're not nervous, are you?" Brittany asked sweetly. "It's only me."
Santana bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
"I just… don't know if I can." She finished lamely.
Brittany looked confused and cupped Santana's face gently in her hands, using her thumbs to gently stroke her cheeks.
"What do you mean?" she asked lightly.
"The last time… the last time I…" she struggled, trying to avoid Brittany's gaze. "When I was with…"
The blonde pressed a finger against her lips, halting her words.
"Don't say her name." Brittany demanded.
Santana nodded, understanding.
"I just don't want the same thing to happen," the brunette continued. "I don't want it to be like that anymore."
Brittany looked down at Santana's beautiful face and smiled, gently kissing her forehead.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore. I would never, ever use this against you." She whispered. "I want you, Santana."
And just like that, the moment was broken. Santana's familiar ringtone began to blare through the room, completely shattering the heated atmosphere between the two of them.
Brittany let out a soft sigh and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Santana looked at the blonde astride her lap apologetically and nodded to where her phone sat buzzing.
"I should probably…"
Brittany reluctantly clambered off Santana's lap and shuffled back onto the bed. She let out a puff of air and watched as the smaller girl grabbed her phone and frowned at it.
"You okay?" Brittany asked, her head now resting on Santana's pillows. "Who is it?"
"It's Quinn."