Santana's amazing. Why didn't we get along before? Underneath all the bitchiness, she's the most adorable ball of fluff. Plus, she's hot as fuck! Seriously, I can't believe I came from dry humping. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't so sexy. I can't wait to take her out on a date. Oh wait, Quinn's talking. Whoops! Forcing herself to stop daydreaming about her secret girlfriend, Brittany tries to focus on Quinn.

Currently, the two blondes are at a local cafe, eating breakfast before they head to the car wash.

"Britt? Britt! Hey, what's up with you today?" Quinn asks, waving a hand in front of glazed eyes.

"I'm just nervous. What if my Santana plan doesn't work?" Good save.

"Of course it'll work. Santana doesn't have that much self-control, even though she's stubborn as hell."

"Is that why you guys are mad at each other?" Brittany wonders out loud.

"How did you know we were mad?"

The taller girl freezes. Santana had said that to explain why she didn't want to tell Quinn about their relationship yet. "Uhh, Santana looked pissed, so I asked her what was wrong."

Quinn just stares at her for a second. "Oh. Yeah, I kind of hurt her feelings, but I'm sure we'll be fine."

"Good," Brittany chuckles nervously. Both girls can feel the awkward tension in the air.

Concerned, Quinn can tell that something is bothering Brittany. She sighs heavily, then takes the other girl's hand in hers. "Don't worry, Britt. You two are crazy about each other. Everything will work out, I promise." Brittany forces a guilty-looking grin, and she smiles back. "Let's head to the car wash."

Keeping their relationship a secret from Quinn isn't going to be easy.


Like every year at the William McKinley annual car wash fundraiser, almost everyone in sight is half-naked. The Cheerios are sporting small bikinis, and the football players are shirtless, happily showing off their abs. In past years, Brittany would try to hook up with as many hot people as possible, usually resulting in many orgasms, a shiny car, and free food. Needless to say, it was her favorite time of the year, other than Christmas.

However, this year is completely different. She's caught between feeling guilty, happy, jealous, and horny. When she and Quinn arrive, there is already a long line of cars waiting to be washed, so they park and immediately go to find Santana. As they spot her, Brittany's mouth parts slightly in awe. Head cheerleader Santana Lopez is easily the hottest person within miles. Her red two-piece accentuates her luscious curves and shows so much of that perfectly tanned skin Brittany loves. Not to mention, she is soaking wet.

"Hi guys!" Santana greets. After giving Quinn a smile, she hugs Brittany tightly, making her wet in more ways than one.

"H-hi San," the badass stutters, trying to control her sudden arousal.

"Hey S, so about yesterday—"

"Don't start, Q. I'm over it. I totally overreacted, and I'm sorry."

Quinn's eyebrows shoot up. Since when does Santana Lopez apologize? Also, why does she seem so happy? "Sure, yeah. I'm sorry too."

Santana just smiles wider. "Also, Sam was looking for you earlier."

"Oh really? You should go say hi!" Brunette chimes in. "And San can show me where the drinks are."

"Yeah, the drinks." The two girls nod furiously.

It's obvious that they're trying to get rid of her. Quinn scrutinizes her two friends closely before agreeing, "Okay then. I guess I'll see you two later?"

Her question falls upon deaf ears, as they've already started walking away. They make a beeline to the school, where they can find a place to be alone. As they head over, though, people leer and toss out crude comments.

"If either of you ladies are willing, I have a problem I need taken care of!" a random guy calls as his friends laugh loudly.

"Hey Santana, it's pretty hot out! Why don't you let me help you take off that little swimsuit?"

"Brittany! I know you have a quota to fill, and I'd be totally down to help you out."

They ignore the creepers as best they can, refusing to slow down for anything. As soon as they reach the school, away from prying eyes, Brittany grabs Santana's smaller hand and tugs her into an empty classroom, pushing her up against a wall before bringing their lips together for a heated kiss.

"Fuck, Britt," Santana pants as the blonde nips down her neck before sucking at her pulse point. "Ohhh."

"God dammit San, you look so fucking hot." Her voice is muffled, her lips still pressed against Santana's neck as the Latina's head flies back, eyes closed in pleasure. "You don't know how badly I wanted to jump you, but I couldn't because of all those people. I almost couldn't control myself. I couldn't wait to touch you."

Santana moans again when Brittany's hands slide up her toned stomach to grope her bikini-clad breasts.

The blonde revels in the already-pebbled nipples. "I wanted to kiss you so badly. I hate those guys out there, trying to fuck you, but now, here, you're all mine."

Santana gasps, bringing her head back up to kiss her again, and Brittany groans in satisfaction. Without conscious thought, their hips start rocking together.

"I bet you're so wet, so ready for me," the blonde can't help whispering. Santana is just begging to be admired in every way possible.

"Fuck, Britt, I am. You don't know—ugh, you don't know how much I've wanted this."

They both know this is getting out of control, but neither girl can bring herself to stop.

"Santana," Brittany whines in desperation. She wants to be the better person, knows that she should stop, that the girl in front of her is more important than hot sex up against a wall. "You're not...I can't," she tries to voice her inner struggles, but Santana is past caring.

"I don't care, Britt. Just fuck me!" she growls. If Brittany doesn't fuck her right now, she's going to explode. Her pussy is throbbing and aching to be touched, and she's pretty sure her bikini bottoms are completely ruined.

To emphasize her point, the brunette presses their bodies even closer and rolls her hips harder, almost in the reverse position of yesterday against Brittany's car.

Suddenly, something buzzes in Brittany's pocket. To Santana's dissatisfaction, it is not a vibrator. "Ignore it, babe," the brunette husks.

Although the pet name takes its toll on Brittany's crumbling resolve, she perseveres, using her phone as a distraction. "H-hello?" she speaks hoarsely into the device.

Santana just continues her ministrations, using Brittany's body to her advantage.

"Oh hey, Qui—ah!" Brittany yelps as the brunette cups her breast and squeezes. Santana recently discovered she really likes boobs, especially Brittany's. "N-noh! I just, uh, tripped."

"Hang up the phone, Britt," Santana whispers into her other ear, nibbling at her earlobe as she continues to palm her stimulated nipple.

Brittany attempts to ignore Santana and continue her conversation. "Y-yeah, I'm with her. Yes!" she almost screams when Santana pinches her nipple rather roughly. "I-I mean, yeah. Yeah. Okay, bye!"

After hanging up and putting her phone back in her pocket, Brittany gives Santana a dangerous look. Then, she takes the brunette's wandering hands in her own and pins them against the wall.

"You don't know how much I want to fuck you right now," Brittany all but growls, regaining control. "But I don't want this to be our first 'real' time. I told you, San, I'm going to treat you properly. Even if it leaves us both frustrated beyond belief."

Looking up into dark blue eyes, Santana can't help but smile. She has never been with someone who cares so much about her. "Thank you, Britt," she says simply, hoping to convey her gratitude.

The other girl seems to understand and smiles back. Seeing Santana calm down a bit, Brittany slowly releases her wrists and gives her forehead a light peck. "Come on, Quinn's looking for us."

As Brittany turns around and opens the door, however, she feels a hand slap her ass hard and squeeze, then a warm breath in her ear.

"You're sweet, but don't think you can just leave me hanging and get away with it," Santana teases. With that, she sweeps past Brittany and walks down the hall, leaving the dazed blonde to contemplate her words.

Brittany gulps before chasing after her girl.


"Finally, Britt! You're so slow!" Quinn says as the other blonde walks up to the pair.

Santana just smirks knowingly. "Yeah Britt, what took you so long?" she asks, putting her hand on Brittany's shoulder, then running it softly down her arm.

It looks innocent, but Brittany knows better. Fucking tease. Is that how San wants to play? It's so on.

"Anyways, I wanted to tell you two that Sam asked me to Homecoming!" Quinn exclaims.

"Ooh, Quinnie the Pooh getting back in the game!" Brittany teases.

"Yeah, I was getting worried you gave up on dating entirely."

"Shut up. Besides, we're not dating. He just asked me to the dance."

"Nah, you wants on those froggy lips, I knows it. And he totally wants on your Christian ass," Santana smirks.

The normally collected girl blushes. "He probably doesn't even think about me that way."

"Oh yes, he does." Brittany bites her lip suggestively while shooting a mischievous glance at Santana, signaling that she's accepting her challenge. "You're so hot, Q. Completely fuckable." She tugs on the hem of Quinn's shirt to pull her closer.

"Brittany!" Quinn rolls her eyes. "Knock it off." She's used to the girl's antics by now.

The tall blonde looks her up and down, then continues, "Really, Q. Do you know how hard I tried to get in your—"

"Okay!" Santana cuts in, pulling her back by her shirt.

Brittany grins in satisfaction. Jealous Santana is so sexy. "Don't you have some cars to wash or something?" Brittany asks, pulling Quinn closer.

Santana scowls at the scene before settling back into her familiar smirk. "You know what? You're right. I'll see you guys around." She turns around dramatically, swinging her hips as she walks away.

"Huh, I thought you had her at 'fuckable.' Her jealousy was off the charts," Quinn muses as they both watch her leave.

"Me t—"

Just then, Santana "accidentally" runs into a shirtless guy, who catches her around her bare waist before she "falls."

"The fuck?" Brittany glares as the brunette giggles and gets her flirt on.

"Uh oh. I don't think your plan's working out so well."

The taller girl snorts. If only you knew, Quinn.


Even after both blondes' cars are cleaned, they continue to stick around for a few more hours. Quinn chats with Sam, who obviously wants to be more than just a date to a dance. As for Brittany, she and her recently exclusive, secret, not-yet-girlfriend continue to play their teasing game, taking every opportunity to make the other squirm: painfully innocent touches, hungry stares, blatant disregard of personal space, and "harmless" flirting with half-naked randos.

"You're not going to win," Santana purrs as she lays her dripping stomach across the hood of a Camaro, sticking her butt out teasingly.

"Win what, exactly?" Brittany asks as she leans against the door, letting her eyes drift down to the brunette's ass.

"Our game, silly. You're going to cave first."

"And that means?" she counters, moving behind Santana and placing her hands on either side of her hips, effectively trapping the cheerleader.

She doesn't push her off or say something about being in public, like Brittany thought she would. Instead, she whirls around in her arms so that their lips are almost touching. "It means, Ms. Pierce," she practically breathes into her mouth, "that you're going to fuck me."

Brittany clenches her fist tightly as a wave of arousal shoots through her. That's all she wants to do.

"Hello! I hope I am not interrupting anything!" an annoying voice says behind them.

They separate quickly.

"Berry, what are you doing here?" Santana demands, hoping that Rachel won't comment on their previous position.

"You mean, other than to get my car washed?" Before either of them can make a snide comment, Rachel continues, "If you must know, Finn asked me to come. I am really hoping that he wants to ask me to accompany him to the Homecoming dance next weekend, but that is not the only reason."

Pausing, she waits for one of them to ask what the other reason is. They don't.

"Well, the other reason is to inform the other members of the Glee Club that because Aerosmith canceled on Figgins last minute, we will be doing performances for the dance! Isn't that exciting?"

"What?!" Brittany yells in surprise.

"Each of the members will perform at least once, Mr. Schuester's orders. He called me just today, and I thought I would spread the word to provide maximum practice time!"

Unable to contain her laughter any longer, Santana cracks up.

"There is No. Freaking. Way. I'm performing next Saturday. You tell Mr. Vest Addict. Now." The blonde scowls, eyes narrowed.

"O-okay. It wasn't my idea! Don't kill me, please!" Rachel scurries away.

Santana continues to howl with laughter.

"Stop it, San!" Brittany whines.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just s-so funny!"

"This is all your fault! If you hadn't made Puck jealous, then I wouldn't have had to beat him up in self-defense, and I wouldn't be in Glee Club!" She crosses her arms and pouts.

"Hey," Santana says, calming down. "You know I'm sorry about that."

Brittany just turns away from her.

"Come on, please? I don't like to see you sad."

"You know what makes me sad? This little game we've been playing all day!"

"What? I thought you liked it?" the brunette questions, confused.

"Well, sure, but not really. We're right back where we started!" Brittany exclaims.

They get curious looks from a few Cheerios. Santana bites her lip before grabbing Brittany's arm. "Come on." She leads her around a corner and, once out of sight, intertwines their fingers. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to watch you flirt with other people anymore. I hate that we're still trying to make each other jealous. We finally got together, and it's like it doesn't even matter," Brittany confesses, lowering her head.

Santana's eyes widen, and she immediately feels awful. "God, I suck," she mumbles to herself, then says more clearly, "Britt, I'm sorry. I just...ugh, I just don't know how to handle my emotions right now. All my past relationships were just a game to me, and I hate myself for making you feel that way. You mean so much more to me than that."

Brittany raises her head just enough so that Santana can see her smile. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Santana answers, smiling back.

"Thank you. So how about we stop teasing each other, and I pick you up at 6 tomorrow for our date?"

Santana's grin widens. "Sounds absolutely perfect, except..."

There's the pout again. "Except?"

"Except I'm picking you up."

"Oh really?" Brittany arches an eyebrow, then wraps her arms around the smaller girl's waist and pulls her in closer.

"Mhm, really," Santana responds, leaning in for a kiss. After their lips connect softly in a sweet kiss, they began to make out leisurely. Both of them smile as their lips slide around each other and their hands wander.

Both are lost in their thorough enjoyment of the kiss before something causes them to abruptly disconnect.

They hear a dramatic gasp, followed by "Oh. My. Barbra."