I really hope people still read Brittana fanfiction, as i'm going through a phase rn hehe :) i hope you like it, let me know what u think! rated M for explicit sexual content, contains lots of fluff and angst too thoughhhh- ejoyy!

Santana rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. Mr. Schue's Spanish was so truly horrible, it almost made her want to throw up.

But most of all, his classes were just so extremely boring. Santana tended to lose her focus when she wasn't being challenged and she was obviously already fluent, so Spanish class mostly just meant pretending to listen and trying not to make any snappy remarks when her teacher yet again butchered the pronunciation of the simplest words.

If the chair had only been slightly more comfortable, she maybe could have taken a little nap.

It wasn't like Mr. Schue expected any class participation of her - he knew very well that she would only mock his "horrible acento gringo" if called upon.

But she could feel the plastic back bore into her spine and it made it impossible to really relax.

Santana leaned forward onto her desk and rested her chin in her hands.

Her thoughts started to wander back to the afternoon before.

"You're on my hair, Britt…" "Sorry," the blonde lifted herself off of Santana into a seating position and watched as she tied her hair up into a messy bun. "Okay, now."

Instead of leaning back down, though, Brittany just kept looking at her friend. "Britt, why are you staring at me?" Clearly uncomfortable, Santana sat up and scooted backwards, until she sat with her back against the headboard of the bed.

"No reason. I've just been thinking… do you think we should tell people that we're having awesome make-out sessions?" Santana swallowed. "And why would we do that?"

"I don't know, I don't really get why it has to be a secret. Everybody knows you make out with Puck." "Puck's a boy." "I know… Is he better at it than I am?" Brittany looked genuinely curious, but also a little afraid of the answer, so Santana made an effort to smile at her. "No, Britt. Just different. He's… more focused on himself, you always pay attention to me. Why are you asking these kinds of questions? Come on, I wants to get my sweet lady kisses on." "Right. Sorry."

Brittany looked down at where her hands were fidgeting with the sheets. "So… we can't tell people?" "No. We can't. Plus, they'd just be super jealous. We're the two hottest chicks at that school, Britt, all the boys would probably freak. Also, they wouldn't get it. You know… That we're not gay. That this is purely physical." "You're probably right." Brittany nodded slightly. She seemed more confused than sad, which Santana counted as a win.

She waited a few seconds, Brittany still wasn't making a move. "Do you want me to go?"

"What?" Brittany looked up, "oh, no, sorry. I was just thinking." She inched closer to Santana and put her hand on her cheek softly before pressing a small peck on her lips.

"That's better than thinking," Santana whispered and let her hands trail up Brittany's sides, until they rested on her shoulders, before she leaned in for another kiss. They stayed like that for a while, just exchanging soft kisses and lingering looks, neither of them urging to make things progress faster. "You taste like watermelon," Brittany whispered between two little pecks.

"It's my lipgloss." "I know." Brittany pulled back a little to climb onto Santana's lap and straddled her waist, which earned her an approving smirk. Santana softly stroked Brittany's hair before kissing her again. It was so soft between her fingers, she almost let out a sigh.

"Santana?" She looked up to find her Spanish teacher standing directly in front of her desk, looking at her with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Are you okay? I said your name three times, where is your head at?"

"I'm fine." She looked around and discovered that half the class had turned around in their seats to look at her. "Can I use the bathroom?" Mr. Schue nodded. "Sure."

She got up and tugged her cheerleading skirt down a little while leaving the classroom, all eyes on her.

Santana walked down the hall towards the ladies' room and thought about where her mind had gone before. Brittany's parents had gotten home a little sooner than expected yesterday, and the girls had just had enough time to put their shirts back on, before they'd heard a knock at the door.

They had to be more careful. Santana did not want to get caught - especially not by a parent.

She knew what Brittany would ask if she could hear her thoughts, "but you've been caught a lot with Puck and you told me that it only made things more exciting."

And then she would probably ask, again, if Santana was embarrassed to be seen with her. And yet again, Santana would have to kiss that adorable pout of her face and assure her that Brittany was never an embarrassment. That they just had to be careful, because there were both girls and they wouldn't want people to get any wrong ideas. And then she would take her shirt off and press herself closer against Brittany's body, so she would get distracted and not ask any more questions Santana didn't want to answer.

She smirked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror - it was always nice to remember the effect taking her shirt off had on people. Brittany, more specifically. Though Puck liked it too, Santana reminded herself. She should call Puck more often. Not that he'd ever drop her, but making extra sure he remembered how lucky he was to get to be with Santana couldn't hurt.

She turned off the water and wiped her hands with a paper towel when she heard the door open.

It was Quinn and Brittany. "Santana!" She couldn't stop her heart from beating a little faster upon seeing Brittany's face light up like that. "Hey guys, do you have a free period right now?"

Quinn nodded and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "what about you? Skipping Spanish again?" Santana groaned, "he is just so boring. And he keeps making the same mistakes every single class. How is it possible for a teacher to still mess up his indefinite articles? Surely no one can be that dumb." Brittany grinned as she refreshed her lipgloss in front of the mirror, knowing even she had that down by now, thanks to Santana's tutoring.

Santana watched as Quinn disappeared into one of the stalls before wrapping her arms around Brittany from behind. "Do you want to come over tonight and watch Sweet Valley High?"

The blonde melted back into Santana's hug but grimaced, "I thought you were hanging out with Puck tonight?" Their eyes met in the mirror. "Oh, yeah." She had completely forgotten about that. "I'll just tell him that something came up." That was the right answer - Brittany's eyes lit up and she smiled. Santana glanced at the door to make sure there was no one coming in, before she let her hand inch up Brittany's waist to where the bright red polyester skirt and top met and slid a finger in between to let it gently graze over Brittany's stomach.

She almost forgot herself when the girl in her arms let out a sigh and dropped her head against Santana's shoulder, but then she heard Quinn flush and took a quick step back. A small glimmer of sadness flashed Brittany's eyes, but she was used to that by now.

Stolen glances, hurried kisses in empty hallways, light touches on an arm or a thigh when no one was looking. They'd gotten used to that by now, it was a part of their close friendship that Santana chose not to overthink.

When Quinn stepped out of the stall, she shot them a quick look. "Why am I never invited to movie night?" Brittany giggled, "I don't think you would be so comfortable with us."

"What?" Quinn looked at her confused while washing her hands, "why not?" Santana stepped in before Brittany could say something incriminating. "We eat so much junk, you would probably throw up just at the sight of all that popcorn. Plus, you don't watch Sweet Valley High."

Quinn shrugged and walked towards the door, "coming, Brittany?" "I'll be right there, I'll redo my pony real quick. Go ahead, I'll catch up." They waited until the door fell shut, then Brittany suddenly spun around and grabbed Santana's waist. "Ugh, I've been waiting since yesterday, I cannot believe my parents got home that early!" She planted a deep kiss on Santana's surprised lips. Before the brown-haired girl could even react properly, Brittany let her lips drag down to her jaw and started spreading little wet kisses all over her chin and neck.

"Britt, what if someone comes in?" Santana pushed her away a little, but stroked her cheek to soften the blow, "we can't be seen in here this close together." She thought for a second if this was worth the risk, but Brittany wasn't the only one still unsatisfied from that abrupt ending the day before. So she grabbed her best friend's hand, quickly pulled her into the closest, locked the door and pushed her up against it. She immediately went for that one ticklish spot on Brittany's shoulder and lightly bit down on it. The reaction was immediate - a small gasp, followed by a hand sliding underneath the back of her top.

Santana grinned and lightly sucked on that spot again before returning to Brittany's lips. She didn't have to wait a second before Brittany parted them, hungrily awaiting Santana's kiss.

The situation escalated quicker than anticipated - their kisses got deep and sloppy, their hands started roaming every inch of skin the could find around and underneath the uniforms, but it wasn't enough. Brittany grabbed Santana by the waist and quickly turned them around, so she was now the one pressing her friend against the door. She lightly bit her left earlobe, while her left hand trailed up Santana's left thigh and disappeared beneath the red skirt. Santana let out a soft moan at the touch and wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck tightly. Her knees were already feeling like jelly. Brittany's fingers had found her way between Santana's legs and she grinned at the gasp she elicited, when she lightly touched the wet fabric. "Britt-" Santana wanted to protest, but she couldn't think straight. She whimpered quietly, when she felt soft fingers slide inside her waistband and lightly touch her wet core. "What-" She let out a deep breath, "what if someone comes in?" Brittany let her tongue stroke Santana's neck lightly and whispered, "I guess you'll just have to be really really quiet then."

No one came in. And it was their luck, because Santana ended up being… really not quiet. She reached her Spanish class just as the bell rang and managed to slip in and out to grab her stuff without being stopped by her teacher.

It felt strange walking down the hallway with shaking legs and a flushed face, knowing no one had any idea she had just moaned her best friend's name in the bathroom mere minutes ago.

When she got to the cafeteria, Brittany and Quinn were already there. She stopped abruptly, when Brittany looked up and caught her eye, almost causing the boy behind her to drop his tray.

Her best friend smiled widely, obviously having caught Santana staring. Her cheeks were also flushed, but she had fixed up her ponytail and, if you didn't know what had just gone down a few rooms down the hall, you couldn't have guessed. When Quinn looked up as well, to find out what Brittany was staring at, she, again, raised an eyebrow upon seeing Santana. Shit.

Santana broke the eye contact as quickly as possible and hurried off to grab her lunch.