"You're so hot," Brittany whispers in the girl's ear, "I bet you're absolutely soaking." Slowly, she kisses the girl's neck, smiling when she moans softly.
"Fuck, Brittany," the girl breathes desperately even as she weakly pushes at the blonde's shoulders.
"Do you really want me to stop?" she asks as her hand slides up the back of the girl's cheer top.
"I-I don't. But Santana would kill me..."
At the mention of her name, Brittany's hand and mouth stop moving. Knowing now that Santana will never feel the same way, she desperately just wants to forget (hence the random girl). Brittany presses the redhead Cheerio up against the locker. "Don't think about Santana. I'm not." What a lie.
Going in the for kill, Brittany presses their mouths together, her tongue already seeking entrance. The girl moans again and pulls her in tighter. Suddenly, Brittany hears a locker door slam behind her. Hard. Startled, she looks up, only to see a familiar figure storming down the hall. Her stomach drops at the sight of the Latina.
"How do you feel about missing first period?" the redheard purrs in her ear.
Once they hastily make it to the nearest bathroom, Brittany slams her against the door and pushes her spanks aside.
"Oh fuck," the Cheerio moans loudly as Brittany pounds into her.
The girl's face scrunches up in pleasure, while Brittany feels...nothing. Sure, she's still super horny, but something just doesn't feel right. She barely even notices when the girl comes. In fact she wouldn't have noticed at all if the redhead hadn't made a weird screeching sound when she climaxed.
"Wow," she pants. "You really are as good as they say you are."
"Of course," the blonde chuckles, still distracted. She tries to shake off her unwillingness, but she really doesn't feel up to this anymore.
"Want me to do you?" the Cheerio asks, kissing her collarbone eagerly and going for the button of her jeans.
If she'd asked a week ago, Brittany would've said yes with no second thoughts, but now..."Actually, I gotta go," Brittany says, stunning herself.
"What?" The girl is clearly confused.
Putting her shirt back on hurriedly, Brittany pulls the door open. "I just...I gotta go. Sorry." She shrugs, unapologetic.
Quinn notices something is off when Santana pushes a kid out of the way as she enters the room, then sits down next to her—in Brittany's seat. Seriously, what is with these two and sitting in each other's seats in European Geography? "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," the Latina snaps.
"Where's Britt?"
"How the hell would I know?"
Quinn narrows her eyes as she takes in Santana's demeanor: shoulders slumped, arms crossed, breathing hard, and a scowl even more menacing than usual on her face.
Santana is only thinking one thing: why the hell did she have to fall for Brittany? To the blonde, she would've just been another fuck, like that girl she currently has her hands all over in the hallway. As the image of the two of them together continues to invade her mind, Santana gets more and more angry. She can't stop imagining what they are most likely doing right now. She wishes it was her instead of that girl, her shirt that Brittany had her hands up, her neck that Brittany had her lips on.
When the pencil in Santana's hand snaps in half under the pressure of her tightly closed fist, and the girl, engrossed in her thoughts, doesn't even flinch, Quinn gets even more worried. Slowly, she reaches out and gently touches Santana's hand. The brunette flinches and recoils at her touch. "San, what's going on?"
Before Santana can open her mouth to reply, the door is yanked open, and Brittany strolls in. However, she isn't wearing her usual swagger and cockiness. In fact, she looks dazed and a little confused. Then, brown meets blue.
Santana's jealousy dissipates as she stares at the girl. Why does she have to look so damn pretty?
For Brittany's part, it's like she has tunnel vision; all she can focus on is Santana. The caramel-skinned girl is gorgeous, as always. Seeing her just reminds Brittany of everything that happened. They both said a lot of shitty things, but all Brittany can think about is Santana's body in her arms and the softness of her lips. She wants it again, so badly.
Unfortunately, it doesn't matter, because Santana hates her. She had made that clear.
"Ms. Pierce. Ms. Pierce!" Mrs. Doosenbury yells, waving the pink slip in her hand.
"What?" Brittany asks as she reluctantly takes her eyes off the chocolate brown eyes to look at her teacher.
"Detention after school today. If you skip this one, I'm having you suspended." Brittany slowy takes the slip. "Now, take a seat, Ms. Pierce."
That's when she notices that her chair is occupied. Sighing heavily, she looks at Santana one more time before taking the only seat available, which is right up front. This day just keeps getting worse and worse.
Throughout the class, Santana can't help but stare at the girl. She misses how the blonde would walk her to every class and carry her textbooks, the kisses on the cheek, the "see ya later, babe"s...even if it was all pretend. She misses everything more than she thought she would.
Plus, what the heck is going on right now? Brittany Pierce never sits up front, nor does she keep eye contact with Mrs. Doosenbury for the whole class—but that's exactly what she's doing. Furthermore, the blonde didn't even look mad that Santana had taken her seat.
Suddenly, she feels a sharp jab in her side. "Stop staring. You're going to burn a hole in her favorite jacket," Quinn whispers.
"I wasn't staring," Santana mumbles unconvincingly.
Quinn doesn't even bother to counter that. "Look, you should just suck it up and apologize."
"But—"
"San, you don't have to tell her you're gay, which I know you're still not sure of, and you don't have to tell her you want to make lady babies with her. But you should still apologize for what you said. It was really harsh, and you need to make things right."
Santana sighs in defeat. Stupid Quinn with her stupid wisdom and good advice and always having to be right. "Fine. I'll talk to her."
"After class?"
"What? No, that's too soon."
"After school?" Santana shakes her head. "Tomorrow?"
"No. I don't know."
"Next week? Next month? Next year? At our 10-year reunion? Come on, you can't run away from this forever!"
"Girls, is everything alright back there?" Mrs. Doosenbury calls.
"Santana just needed some help with something, sorry Mrs. Doosenbury!" Quinn replies.
"Will you shut up?" Santana hisses.
"When are you going to talk to her?"
"When the time is right."
Suddenly, the bell rings, and the brunette watches as Brittany jumps out of her seat as if electrocuted and darts out of the room.
"If you don't do it by tomorrow, your ass is mine." Quinn warns before gathering her things.
"Wanky."
Sighing a breath of relief that Santana isn't in her next class, Brittany tries her best to keep her mind off of the brunette. Instead, she tries to figure out why she left the bathroom so quickly earlier that morning. Normally, she's always up for sex, especially when she hasn't had it for awhile.
Maybe her brief hiatus from heavy copulating made her less acute to having sex everyday? No, that can't be it. She's so fucking horny she'll probably furiously and shamelessly rub one out when she gets home.
Maybe it was the girl? She wasn't that hot. Plus, she was a little too desperate, and red hair isn't really Brittany's thing. She prefers brunettes.
Deciding that has to be it, Brittany decides that she'll do a better job of picking next time. Perhaps she can find someone for a quickie during lunch instead of lighting one up with Mack and Aphashia. Thank God lunch is right after this period. She needs to do some serious de-stressing, and good sex with a hot girl is the perfect way to do that. Happy with her new plan, Brittany smiles as she exits the room when the period ends.
Her grin drops as soon as she sees someone waiting by the door. "Santana?" she asks, surprised by her sudden appearance.
"Hi, Brittany. Umm...can we talk? Privately?"
Well, there go her lunch plans.
Santana surprises herself when she finds herself walking to Brittany's classroom (and when she realizes she has the girl's schedule memorized). After the blonde agrees to talk, they walk down the hall together in silence, Santana's stomach churning with nerves. They walk into a random bathroom, Santana yelling at the girls inside to get out. Brittany smirks when she sees a girl accompanied by a half-dressed boy come staggering out of the big stall.
"What do you want?" the blonde asks when the room is clear. Santana stays silent, her nerves making her breath catch in her throat. "Seriously, Santana. I don't have all day, and I have other plans—"
"I'm sorry," she chokes out quickly, wanting to just get it over with.
Brittany looks at her, confused. "You what?"
"I'm sorry, Brittany. I'm sorry for what I said to you on Friday. You didn't deserve it, and I just blew up, because—" I was so floored by your kiss that made me realize I'm sort of crushing on you. "Because I was insecure. I'd just lost Puck, and you got hurt so badly. I said things I didn't mean, and I'm really sorry."
Astonished, Brittany just stands there and blinks. Santana is apologizing to her? Santana Lopez? Brittany not wanting sex, Santana giving heartfelt apologies...what the hell is going on today? "I...accept. Your apology, I mean."
Santana takes a moment to absorb her words before smiling one of her barely-there smiles, the one that makes Brittany's heart jump. "Good, I'm glad," she sighs in relief. "And I wanted to say that I'm sorry—"
"You already said that."
"Let me finish!" the brunette snaps.
Well, at least some things never change.
"I wanted to say that I'm sorry for everything I put you through last week. It was weird and honestly kind of insane, but you helped me out anyways, and I was a bitch to you the whole time we were 'dating.'"
Brittany laughs at the air quotes, and Santana swears she could never get tired of the sound. "Damn right. God, you were a terrible girlfriend."
Santana's cheeks redden. "It's not like you were a walk in the park! Always looking at other girls, probably fantasizing about them. And don't forget who drove you to school every day! I probably saved your life from that death trap!"
"Didn't I tell you not to make fun of my baby?" Brittany glares playfully. "Also, I thought this was supposed to be an apology?"
Feeling like a huge weight has fallen off her chest, Santana smirks at the reference to that stupid motorcycle. "Fine. I'm sorry for making you be my girlfriend and for saying all those mean things to you."
Brittany taps her cheek lightly twice. "Apology accepted, Princess." She laughs when her hand is slapped away.
"Stop calling me that!"
"Whatever you want, San."
Santana just rolls her eyes, even though she's internally jumping up and down at the nickname. "So everything's back to normal?"
"Yup, guess so." The blonde grins and sticks her hand out. Santana takes it slowly, both of them jolting with the skin-to skin-contact. "It was...nice doing business with you." Brittany winks, and Santana feels herself blushing again. Her winks really are sexy as hell.
"Likewise. I'll see you around, Pierce."
"Later, Lopez."
With one last smirk, the brunette exits the bathroom, Brittany following close behind as her eyes linger on Santana's glorious ass. Yeah, things are definitely not back to normal.
Suddenly, their phones vibrate with a notification.
"JBI Daily News: Homecoming and Drama Go Hand in Hand
With Homecoming only two weeks away, things are starting to heat up! Guys are asking girls, and girls are rejecting guys in the hopes that a more attractive guy will ask them."
"Jacob, any guy would be more attractive than you. Just stop trying," Santana quips, causing Brittany to snicker as they continue reading.
"As with every Homecoming, one can expect the annual McKinley High Barbecue and Car Wash Fundraiser. Personally, this is my favorite time of the year: hot Cheerios in tiny bikinis washing cars? Hubba hubba! And the ladies love to watch the football players on the grill. This will be an especially rousing event, because football stud Noah Puckerman and Head Cheerio Santana Lopez are now single. The rumors of the relationship between Santana and admittedly beautiful but nerdy Quinn Fabray have been resolved."
"Oh my god. They thought you two were dating?" Brittany asks, holding back laughter.
"Ugh, don't remind me," Santana grumbles.
"Do I have to pull a jealous ex-girlfriend move and beat up the nerd?" the blonde jokes.
Santana rolls her eyes. "I don't think that will be necessary."
"While I'm sure all the girls will be waiting for Puck, what I'm really interested to see is who Lopez will be going with. Now that she's dated a girl, she's made it clear that she's available to both sides. So who will be the lucky person to escort the likely Homecoming queen? If she dated archrival Brittany S. Pierce, then the case may be that anyone has a chance with her.
Now, I bid you all good luck in finding a date for the dance. You'd better hurry, or all the good ones will be gone!
JBI signing off
P.S. Rachel Berry, will you be my date to homecoming?"
"Poor Rachel," Brittany sighs pitifully, only to realize that she's talking to no one. "Santana?" Confused, she looks around, wondering where the girl went.
Then, she spots the brunette being cornered by a pretty blonde girl from the basketball team. Wait, is basketball girl holding a rose behind her back? A crowd of people are gathering around them, and Brittany joins to see what the big deal is.
"Ask her!" one of the girls in the crowd, probably the blonde's friend, yells.
Blushing, the girl stutters, "H-hey Santana."
"Um, hi?"
She suddenly thrusts the rose to the brunette with a rushed, "Willyoygotothedancewithme?"
Brittany's jaw drops.
Similarly, Santana just stands there with a shocked expression on her face. Is this girl seriously asking to be her date? She sure as hell isn't going to Homecoming with her, but how should she say that? Be bitchy like usual, or let her down gently? Spotting the look on Brittany's face, Santana sighs before replying, "Look, you're pretty and everything, but I'm waiting for the right person to ask me. Sorry." She subtly glances at Brittany before kissing the girl on the cheek.
Brittany's fist clenches. What the hell? Since when is Santana actually into girls?
Grabbing her friend's hand, the reject girl squeals and rushes off. Before Santana can walk away, she is suddenly bombarded with more promposals—from both sexes. Angry and slightly confused, Brittany turns on her heel and stalks off.
"Go to homecoming with me?"
"Be my date?"
"Am I the right person?"
Santana narrows her eyes. She was nice enough for one day; she doesn't think she needs to be anymore. Besides, she already accomplished her mission of making Brittany jealous, if the blonde's hasty exit was any indication. "Get the fuck out of my way!" Santana yells. The crowd immediately parts to let her through.
She smirks when she thinks of Brittany's expression when she kissed that girl on the cheek. She didn't really mean to piss her off...well, okay she did, but only because she wanted the blonde to have a taste of her own medicine. Santana can't deny that she is incredibly happy with the results. It feels good, and she wants more of it.
"What the hell?" Brittany is pissed off, but she doesn't know why. Why did seeing Santana kiss another girl make her so mad? She can't be jealous, right? Because if she's jealous, that means she likes Santana, even though she already made a promise to herself to move on. Even if Santana does like girls, a relationship between the two of them would never work out.
"Santana and I aren't dating, I swear!" Quinn replies, holding her hands up in an "I'm innocent" gesture.
"What?" Brittany asks, surprised.
"Oh, that's not what you were going to ask?"
The taller girl shakes her head. "No. I want to know when Santana thought she might be into girls!"
"She told you? Wow, I didn't think she would."
"Told me what?" Brittany narrows her eyes.
Studying Brittany's face carefully, Quinn realizes her error. "Nothing, nevermind. What did you want to ask?"
"Why did Santana kiss the random girl who asked her to Homecoming?!"
"Wait, she kissed a girl?"
"Yes," Brittany says, almost desperately.
Suddenly, it clicks, and Quinn smiles deviously. Her friend is a mind-game-playing little bitch. "You're jealous, aren't you?"
As Brittany's eyes bulge slightly, she takes a step back like she was slapped. "What? No! Why the fuck would I be jealous?"
"Because you like Santana. Duh."
"I do not like Santana. I just...think she's really hot..." Her voice trails off as her eyes dart around, looking at anything but Quinn's face. "And sexy and attractive and extremely gorgeous."
This is too damn easy. "So you don't like her?"
"Well, I mean...she's a huge bitch and a little insane, but I guess she's an okay friend. She apologized to me for Friday, y'know?" Brittany smiles, and Quinn mentally pats herself on the back for pushing Santana. "And, well, I wouldn't mind if I got to kiss her again."
"Mmhmm?"
"But I thought she wasn't into girls?" Suddenly, the bell pierces through the room, signaling that lunch is over. "Ugh, I'll talk to you later, Q." Brittany hugs her before walking away, deep in thought.
Quinn groans outwardly. Damn school bells.
