Summary: Brittany's a popular cheerleader while Santana is part of a group of punks who terrorize the school. When one of Santana's pranks on the cheerleaders goes too far, Brittany decides that the best "revenge" is to seduce the girl.

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Credit to Frankenfinn for the necklace and bra burning ideas!

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Brittany likes hot girls and hot boys. She never really likes anyone though beyond making out with them once or twice to get her perfect record. At least not enough to think about dating them. They're fun for a while but she gets easily bored… until Santana Lopez comes along in senior year.

Santana likes her too. She just knows it and her intuition is never wrong. The problem is that she has a funny way of showing how she feels.

Like today when Santana and her gang of bad guys wearing all black, hooded jackets and spikes totally scratched the hell out of the paint job on her fellow cheerleader Gretchen's new car because she reported them to Principal Figgins for stealing money from some kids.

Or that other time last week when they chased Rachel Berry for singing and she had to hide out in the girl's bathroom.

Most of the time, Brittany knows it's probably just Santana's way of getting her attention.

She thinks this as she sees the way Santana searches for her face in the crowd after her gang releases a pack of wild ferrets onto the sports field. Cheerios all begin to scream like the world is about to end, the pyramid collapsing on itself as they scurry in different directions. Brittany almost gets trampled.

Santana looks away in embarrassment, pretending she wasn't searching for her when Brittany catches her staring and meets her gaze. Brittany does a sort of flirty wave, fluttering her eyelashes and Santana looks at her dumbfounded.

She finds a note in her locker in surprisingly neat, black handwriting with a threat:

"Leave this school if you know what's good for you!"

Brittany thinks it's weird but funny that Santana would ask her to leave when obviously she wants her to stay. Maybe it's Opposite Day. She giggles.

She writes back "Why? You like me. P.S. ur cute" In her own pink, loopy handwriting in crayon onto the note. She draws a picture of two cats with a heart between them - the black one has a scary frown on its face and the white one is smiling with sparkles around her - and pushes it into Santana's locker.

She watches with a laugh as Santana finds the note and flushes, clearly shocked that Brittany knew it was her who sent the threatening note. She's so flustered she even drops the note by accident in front of her villain friends and struggles to regain her composure.

It's like a game they have, flirting back and forth and it's pretty fun. That's how Brittany sees it, at least. It's cute how much Santana likes her but then the next time she and the other Cheerios go into the locker room after practice, they're waiting for them with their worst prank yet.

The girls scream, noticing that everyone's bras have been set on fire and their lockers have been raided. Then they notice the group of punks in black hoodies who have invaded their sacred space.

Brittany gasps when she gets to her locker and notices that her most prized possession, a necklace with a silver cat pendant on it, has been snapped in half. Tears practically come to her eyes but she tries to keep her cool. The other Cheerios manage to get the bra situation under control but the damage has been done.

"Look what you've done!" She cries, advancing on Santana, who glares at her menacingly. "My necklace!"

"What? It's just a stupid cat necklace."

"My dad gave me that!"

"A-as if I care."

Santana looks like she feels kind of guilty about that despite her denial and Brittany rolls her eyes. This is the last straw and she's completely fed up. She thinks she knows how to defeat this villain.

The gang all flee with loud obnoxious snickers and cackles thinking they've gotten away with their immature prank as the Cheerios run to Coach Sue's office, crying the entire time but Brittany manages to catch the ringleader before she can escape.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Santana attempts to growl, watching as her friends run away without her. Her voice cracks as Brittany gets her hands under her arms, lifts her up with her dancer strength and practically shoves her into a locker.

Santana isn't that small, she's just about average height and maybe even more muscular than Brittany is with her denser body… which Brittany has spent way too much time leering at.

She doesn't push her with any sort of force because hurting people isn't really Brittany's thing nor is fighting but it's enough to get her point across as she presses Santana back into the locker and gets into her face.

If Brittany weren't so annoyed it would be adorable how she's swinging her legs trying to kick her but not really trying hard enough. Santana grimaces but Brittany doesn't miss the way her face heats up as she leans in closer.

"So this is your revenge? You wanna fight, Blondie? Don't think you can get away with this! When the gang hears about this-"

It's pretty obvious that no one has ever managed to beat Santana at her own game before and she doesn't know how to handle it.

"Actually not really. I don't really like fighting and this is really dumb, Santana because if you really wanted to get my attention all you had to do was ask me out instead of scaring the girls. It was kinda mean and I don't like what you've been doing."

Santana can't say anything to this and just gulps. Brittany easily pushes her down on the bench, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head as she gazes down at her captive in amusement.

She gets on top of her and straddles her hips, pressing down into her. Santana seems to arch up into her involuntarily and her dark eyes widen as she obviously isn't expecting this. She keeps squirming and her expression varies comically between frustrated, scared and turned on.

"You're really hot." Brittany says and then kisses the hell out of her. Santana puts up no resistance and Brittany is a little surprised when the bad girl moans and kisses her back even more deeply.

In fact, Brittany isn't expecting Santana to take control, nipping on her lower lip with her hands squeezing the blonde's hips possessively, just the way the taller girl likes. She almost forgets that she's the one who's supposed to be deciding how far they go with this.

The kiss goes on forever until Brittany has to separate in need of air, both of them panting heavily. It takes Santana a while to recover, a dazed look in her eyes but when she does, she sits up and glowers at Brittany.

Brittany isn't remotely intimidated.

"Get off of me! This… this is harassment!"

"I would but your hands are kind of on my ass…" Brittany explains, pointing towards it. Santana has her pressed up all tightly against her body practically in a death grip and it's almost a little uncomfortable but it's cute. She's too cute for Brittany to be angry at and that's the problem here.

Santana's face colours, not having a comeback for that and she finally loosens her hold on her. Brittany has her signature coy look on her face with the sly feline eyes that always seems to work when she's trying to seduce some dumb jock and begins stripping off everything slowly, putting on a show. Santana's eyes are glued to her breasts.

"How dare you… Let me go or I'll- I'll"

"But I'm not holding you, so you can leave," Brittany rolls her eyes, unclasping her bra. "Do you even really want to leave?"

Santana just swallows hard and watches pale, freckled skin. Seducing Santana is way easier than she thought it would be.

"That's what I thought," Brittany whispers in a sultry voice, "Lie back."

Santana does as she's told, rigid as though she's equally terrified and aroused as Brittany sashays over, all milky white expanses of skin and full curves.

Brittany gets on top of her, swinging a leg over her hips and Santana squeaks, grabbing Brittany's hips when the blonde grinds against her center.

They continue kissing and grinding and kissing, Santana taking her lower lip between hers and sucking lightly. The blonde manages to strip the girl out of her tight clothes while that's going on and Santana doesn't even protest.

Brittany grabs Santana's wrists, pulling the girl's hands up to her breasts and pants breathlessly as the dark-haired girl fondles them. She kisses along Santana's neck and jaw. She finds all her most sensitive areas and hears Santana's sharp intake of breath. That seems to be the punk's undoing.

"Brittany… oh God, Brittany!" She chants her name in that raspy, sexy voice of hers, sounding desperate.

"Your kisses made me so wet," Brittany whispers in response, her lips tracing the shell of her ear. "Do you want to feel?"

Santana jerks up into her hard suddenly, her hands squeezing Brittany's hips tightly enough to bruise and a little breathless, choked sound escapes her. Brittany smirks as Santana's legs shake.

"Did you just come?" Brittany grins. "Wow. You came faster than a boy. Do I turn you on that much?"

Santana looks up at her, shyly whimpering and out of breath but shakes her head emphatically.

"Really? Are you sure?" Brittany nips her ear teasingly, running her hands over her legs. "I think you couldn't help it. Are you still coming?"

Santana clearly can't even speak or breathe at this point. Brittany smirks proudly.

"I did not." She finally manages to get out, panting.

Brittany touches the wet spot on Santana's flimsy underwear and notices the slickness on the lower part of her own pale thigh on the area where it was pressed up against the the darker girl. She looks up at her skeptically.

"That's so hot. Is that how much I turn you on?"

"That- that has never ever happened to me before. Just so you know." Santana mutters in embarrassment, her face feeling hot.

"Don't be embarrassed. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Okay, we're going to have sex," She grabs Santana's wrist, pulling her hand towards her center. "I'm gonna ride you."

Santana gasps.

"A-anyone can walk in…"

Brittany shrugs.

"I don't really care. They can look if they want. I'm hot," Santana doesn't argue, apparently amazed as Brittany's wetness drips on her abs and hips as she gets on top of her. "I want you inside."

Santana does as she's told, slipping one then two fingers into her and very gently explores her instead of pumping in with the harsh fast movements Brittany expected. It's like she's marvelling how soft and wet she is.

Her soft touches make Brittany's breath hitch and she squeaks when Santana adds a third finger, twisting them and stretching her. Brittany's eyes roll back at the pleasurable feeling. The taller girl doesn't wait for her to get accustomed to the feel, instead beginning to bounce on her, grinding into her in fluid motions. She leans over Santana so that her breasts are in her face and squeaks again when the darker girl takes her nipple into her mouth.

Brittany bites her lip, closing her eyes as she succumbs to the feeling as Santana begins to reciprocate, thrusting up into Brittany's movements and holding her waist firmly to steer her into them. Brittany grabs Santana's wrist, trying to direct her movements. She closes her eyes, rubbing her clit in time with Santana's thrusts and her mind goes blank. Santana really knows fuck her like no one else ever has.

Then she shrieks when Santana finds that one spot inside of her that reduces her to a whimpering mess. She can feel how much she's dripping all over Santana, not that her lover is complaining as she stares in awe at the area where her fingers are slipping into the blonde. Brittany moans.

"Right there. Just like that."

Brittany sees the cocky smirk on Santana's lips at those words and something about that, along with the burning intensity of her black eyes, sends her over the edge. Santana bites into the junction between her shoulder and neck then sucks on the sensitive skin and the thought of her leaving a mark there makes it that much hotter. She grabs Santana's shoulders tightly as a high-pitched moan escapes her lips.

"Brittany," Santana whimpers against her lips as they begin to kiss more lazily again after that while Brittany comes down from her high. She squirms against her, bucking against Brittany's hips and Brittany can practically feel how wet and hot she is against her thigh. "Please."

"What was that, I can't hear you?"

"Touch me, please," Santana begs and it's the most adorable thing Brittany has ever heard. "I'm dying!"

"You should have thought of that before you went around being mean to everyone." Brittany tsks, wagging her finger in Santana's face.

"Nuh uh." She scolds in a cute voice when Santana tries to grind up against her seeking friction. Santana alternates between grumbling adorably and kissing Brittany back, her lips hot and demanding against hers. Once she has had enough of torturing the girl she grabs Santana's hips, getting on her knees and pulling her over to the edge of the bench.

Once Santana realizes what she's doing, she eagerly sits up, gripping onto the the bench tightly, shivering and practically arching into Brittany when she feels her hot breath between her legs.

"You're really… you're doing… wow?" Santana stammers unable to keep her eagerness out of her voice, threading her fingers into Brittany's hair and pushing her head down. Brittany just smirks at Santana's enthusiasm.

She kisses everywhere, little kitten licks on her inner thighs and hip deliberately avoiding the apex of her thighs where Santana wants her the most. Santana squirms, impatient.

"Please…"

"Promise you won't do all those bad things again with your friends."

"Okay okay I promise please just… just…"

Her words are cut off with a gasp as Brittany has her mouth on her. Everything after that happens pretty quickly in a flurry of movement. Santana grasps her blonde hair tightly in one hand and grinds up against her face, Brittany's hands holding her thin hips to keep her in place.

Brittany can tell she's trying to hold back but she can't help it, especially when Brittany is using her tongue in just the right way.

All it takes is Brittany sucking gently on the tiny nub to make the darker girl gasp. Santana's ab muscles flex, her arms tense and her toes curl as she comes. She grabs the back of Brittany's head to hold her there, threading her fingers through long blonde hair.

"Britt… oh fuck, Brittany, Brittany, Brittany!"

"Cutie, if you're any louder someone is gonna come looking for us." Brittany giggles. She leans up to kiss her and touches her gently now, helping her to come down.

She can tell it's so good for Santana because she's never seen anyone writhe and moan like this for her, arching into her so desperately. Who knew this would be the easiest way to tame the school's bad girl?

Santana turns out to be full of surprises. Brittany isn't expecting the way the Latina pulls her into her arms and holds her tightly after they've got some of their clothes back on.

She rests her head against Santana's chest and it's comforting to listen to her slowing heartbeat as the girl runs her fingers through her hair with a surprising tenderness.

"Brittany? Are you in here?"

They're interrupted by Gretchen's voice calling to the blonde and Santana looks at her in terror, immediately separating and pulling the rest of her clothes back on. Brittany doesn't bother with hers.

"You're still here? What are you doing here?" The brunette cheerleader demands when she finds them, looking at them strangely. "You're trying to attack innocent Brittany of all people now? What the hell is wrong with you, no one ever has a problem with Brittany."

Santana's jaw drops at the accusation but she's still apparently terrified of the way they almost got caught by the other girl.

"I- I didn't… she's the one who pounced on me, for your information."

"As if anyone would ever believe that! Now get out of here! You have some nerve."

Ordinarily, Santana would probably have put up more of a fight and Brittany knows that but apparently what they just did together seems to have mellowed the girl out because she practically runs out of the locker room without further argument. Brittany blows the scowling punk a kiss as she's leaving and Gretchen looks at her weirdly, noticing the state the blonde is in.

"Huh? Why are you practically naked, Brittany?"

Brittany credits herself for Santana's sudden transformation as all of sudden, the dark-haired girl is meek and more polite than ever before after the locker room ambush.

She accepts her punishment from Coach Sue without even talking back even though polishing every single trophy the middle aged woman owns isn't exactly a fun task and the school breathes a sigh of relief as the Latina is no longer pulling pranks or picking fights. Brittany's starting to miss her.

"Hey. This is for you."

She isn't expecting to find the sullen girl standing beside her locker when the school is almost empty after classes one day, holding a pink box that contains an expensive silver necklace.

"Santana?"

"Please, just take it, okay? I even got you a stupid cat pendant. I'm sorry about your necklace."

Brittany squeals and throws her arms around her, causing the other girl to tense up completely.

"You're so sweet. I forgive you," She lets go of her and sees the way the grouchy girl's eyes widen when she spins around and lifts her hair, revealing her neck to her. "Put it on for me, please."

Santana does as she asks and Brittany feels her hands shivering against her.

"You know I meant what I said, when we hooked up."

"What?"

"Relax. No one is around to hear us. I mean you should just ask me out, if you want to because we've been flirting for like forever and that was the best sex I've ever had."

Santana takes a while to respond to that, a flush rising to her cheeks and her words seem to be caught in her throat.

"Flirting?"

"Yeah. It was cute at first but I'm ready for the next stage and there are only so many times I can respond to those adorable notes you send with the fake threats."

"Those threats weren't fake! How- how are you like this? You're not even scared of me! The whole school is scared of me. This is not a joke! You- you- "

Brittany can't stop giggling. Santana is silent for a long moment and then just kisses her as if to shut her up. The blonde kisses her back and sighs into it, wrapping her arms around the darker girl's neck. Santana shudders and pulls her closer. Brittany knows she'd never want to kiss anyone else ever again.

"You can't tell me you didn't feel anything when we… did all of that together." Brittany hums against her lips, fixing the collar of Santana's shirt that now has one of the blonde's lipstick marks on it, just like the one that's on the darker girl's neck.

Santana is silent for a long time but looks at her like she's undressing her with those penetrating, serious black eyes. It's sexy but also romantic. She slips her hand into Brittany's and the blonde grins.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"You know we're not supposed to be together, right? We're opposites. You're the bright pink everything, preppy Cheerio and I'm the one everyone is terrified of. People will talk."

"I don't care about all that," Brittany shrugs and smiles brightly at her. "You're hot and I want you to be mine."

"Fine, I admit it, I actually… I really, really like you. So much that it's actually embarrassing. Come on, Pretty Girl, let's go out tonight."

"Ooh, so smooth," Brittany teases, although she half means it. "How could I resist?"

Santana laughs and throws an arm around her waist as she leads her to her car, then somehow before Brittany knows it, they're officially dating.