Title: Pour Some Sugar On Me
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 12.2k
Summary: You get laid regularly, you're kind of dead inside so catching feelings isn't a worry, you earn tips upon tips as well as an hourly rate, top up your tan, have a mini work out and life is good. Or rather, that's how it goes until the Summer of 2013. That's when everything changes.
Notes: Felt like making it into a short fic and rewrote the first chapter.
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You go to Lima Heights High with Puck.
It's the dodgy high school where they have metal detectors at the entrance and security as one time a kid bought a gun in and held the principal hostage, but you kind of like it. You are fierce, you're popular, Puck is basically your bodyguard as he's the quarterback with his gang of mindless idiot jock friends, and you don't rule the school, but people don't cross you. Especially not at social events, like football games and parties, and you have your friends group, which is small but again, you like it.
Mercedes it the closest female friend you have, as there's zero chance in getting into her pants as she knows exactly what you're like, she's straight and she's dating Puck's right hand man, Tank, but you're cool with it. You're not interested in her, always bonding over being undeniably fierce, femme and phenomenal, and the fact you have a killer set of pipes each that you tend to use for the end of year shows.
Some people find it lame, but everyone's too damn scared of you to say anything after someone did and you almost popped their scrotum.
Anyway, the first semester of Senior year approaches and you leave your summer of sex behind, finishing up your black book and storing it alongside the other few books from previous years. You like to keep a tally, even that's perverted and sort of twisted, but you and Puck make bets before summer break about who gets laid the most and you could do with the money, so you keep track.
You're sure this year you've won, as you spent the last few weeks visiting the Pierce residence a few times a week after the pool started getting mysteriously dirty, and so number wise, you're well into the hundreds and Puck never succeeded in seducing Crystal Pierce.
Apparently, she's married and loyal. Something a lot of the other housewives of Lima aren't, but not your problem as you don't mix with them. Just their daughters.
"Yo, you coming to the game tonight?"
You're sat at lunch with your friends, half way through an apple when Puck asks the question and you bob your head, checking in with Mercedes that she'll come with, too before you reply. Puck will be playing obviously, and you don't want to go to that thing alone. You don't really get football, but you like the atmosphere and how intimidated the other schools get when they see the students of Lima Heights High filling the bleachers and all chanting together like a tightknit tribe, but she needs to accompany you.
"If Wheezy does," you jut your chin towards her, and she agrees silently with a nod. "Okay, sweet. I'll come get you from yours," you tell her, and she smiles, taking out her phone, probably to tell her boyfriend she's coming to the game tonight, and you look at Puck. "So, what was your number in the end for the summer? Did I win?" You ask, as you're yet to have the winner revealed from your competition.
Puck scoffs, throws a leg over the bench to straddle it and glances away, fingers tapping on the top. You know instantly it means you've won as he scowls fiercely, speaking volumes with the silence and you grin to yourself, doing a victory dance with your arms until he decides to speak with a glare fixed on to his face.
"Shut up, asshole… You just got lucky finding Brittany," he hisses, and you go to argue but yeah, he has a point. You didn't even visit half the houses to bang by the last few weeks of summer, instead choosing to pay her special attention. "Her mom was like climbing Mount Everest without any freaking gear," he drones on, looking downtrodden as he fishes a couple hundred dollars out his wallet and slaps it on the table where you scoop it up. "Just made me want her more."
You continue laughing at his failure, as he tried everything in the seduction book. He tried everything he's ever done, yet to no avail and this summer has by far been the best for multiple reasons now. Still, you do feel a bad for the guy, and so you just toss your apple core at him, hitting him in the cheek so he starts laughing too and it lightens the atmosphere as he swipes it off his lap and throws it back.
"There's always next summer," you tell him as that's the only comforting thing you can say, and he just shrugs and watches as the cheerleaders begin filing into the lunch hall, forgetting you even exist.
You can't wait for next year.
/
You're sat towards the front of the bleachers at the game, in the best seats, waiting for Puck and the rest of the team to come on the field.
Tonight, Lima Heights Phantoms are playing the McKinley Titans. It's the only other school in the nearby district, and it's the first game which is weird considering the proximity of both high schools, but it means there's a huge buzz in the air and everyone is excited. Your school colours are black and white, hence the phantom name, and everyone has the colours painted on their faces, or half their torsos are a colour each and you can tell tonight there's going to be tension as when you see some of the opposing sides students, they're donning a similar fashion.
See, there's a long running rivalry with Lima Heights and McKinley. It's not like McKinley is a private school or anything, but it's the only state school that isn't full of delinquents and soon to be criminals, so it creates natural hatred. All the kids that go there have nice happy families, with multiple siblings, large white houses with white picket fences, and half the population of your school don't even have parents so when students cross students, either fights or arguments ensue, and the stories spread like wildfire.
However it's another reason for you coming tonight, as you're sure it means Puck and his boys are going to play dirty out on the field as once, the quarterback of McKinley – Finn Hudson – tried to steal Puck's girl of that current time period and the vengeance is still open. He retaliated by not only preventing it, but also fucking Finn's mom one time and since then, whenever the two rivalry school paths have collided, shit has gone down.
And you really fucking love the drama.
Anyway, you're hauled up on the benches, hearing your school chant their school theme – which involves several threatening lyrics – and Mercedes is next to you, spying her boyfriend on the field as he huddles with his guys. McKinley are yet to come out on the field, and you tap your foot impatiently against the cheap plastic beneath, hearing the bottom of your sneaker squeak as it comes into contact with an already spilled soda coating it.
"Here they come," Mercedes interrupts your thoughts, and you glance down the field to where the opposing team come out, and as per usual, it's the cheerleaders first.
Your schools cheerleading team has already done their thing, which was full of krumping and twerking, and you don't even know if the other cheerleaders were watching, but it doesn't matter. The tension is mostly between the jocks and usually, the cheerleaders stay out of it and just do the normal bitchy staring contests with occasional verbal arguments that never get physical in case weaves are ruined and bitches go to jail.
There's enough of that in this school and thanks to your schools continuously tanking reputation, usually the cops come after your kids instead of perfect McKinley High kids even if they start it.
Anyway, you move to your feet, hands tucked into your jacket pockets as a flurry of red and white uniforms all come prancing out in a line, only breaking to start showing the gymnastic skills of some of the girls. There are flips and tumbles, and they're actually really impressive to the point where you glance at Mercedes with eyebrows raised to see her staring back with the same expression, but your stomach drops out your ass when you look back to the field again in time to see three blonde cheerleaders wandering out on to the field, pom poms in hand, jumping up and down and getting the crowd excited.
Because you recognise all fucking three of them, and you really weren't expecting to see anyone you visited during the summer, especially not all at the same time.
"Fuck," leaves your mouth before you can stop it.
Mercedes shifts closer, trying to follow your line of sight as it's trained on Quinn, Kitty and best of all, fucking Brittany, being the three cheerleaders you recognise but she comes up with nothing whist your mind clicks. You don't know why it didn't sooner, as Brittany did tell you she went to school with them and it must have been local as you know where she lives, but you just didn't think they went to McKinley as talk was minimal during your time with them.
Not so much Brittany, but you didn't tell her anything personal for completely different reasons to why you didn't with the other girls, and it was (mostly) about the sex.
But now you're wishing you would have talked, gotten to know her, so you could've prepared yourself to see Brittany because for some fucking reason, your brain almost erases the image of the other two blondes and zones in on the blue eyed one instead. She looks fucking hot in a cheerleading uniform, with her hair up in a high pony and you swallow loudly, remembering the times when you saw her hair styled like that when her head was bobbing between your legs and working you like no-one ever had before.
That's so not what you should be thinking though, and at the same time your feet begin moving, blue eyes scan across the crowd before landing on you at the front, and Brittany breaks away from her friends who don't even notice as they begin running along the field to get the crowd worked up, automatically coming towards you with a large grin on her face.
For that, you're glad, as you'd rather not get cornered by all three of them – even if you didn't sleep with Quinn or Kitty after Brittany, but you still have – and apparently you're both gravitating towards each other, with Mercedes asking you where you're going behind, to which you ignore. You grunt at the railing preventing it from letting you go any further, and eye it quickly before hopping over the damn thing to get down to Brittany's level, walking towards her until she's within touching distance and feel your chest tighten as this is a weird coincidence and you don't know how to feel about it.
Even if you did come over here, but she did too, so you're hoping she's going to lead the conversation.
"Hey," she breathes, taking off her pom poms and tucking them beneath one arm. "What are you doing here?" She asks, completely in disbelief as blue eyes roam around your face, like she's trying to figure out if this is real.
You can't blame her; you feel all kinds of dizzy for that reason too as it's been a couple weeks since you saw her last and that was under the impression it wouldn't be until next summer that you came across each other again. You purposefully didn't give her your number on the last visit, and she didn't use her mom's phone to call Puck to ask him for yours, so you just guessed she was going to treat it as you were, like a summer sex fling and that would be that.
But apparently not. Some higher power has brought you together again.
"I go to Lima Heights," you point out, jutting your thumb to the painted students chanting like gorillas in the bleachers behind you. "Guessing you go to McKinley," you follow up, eying the cheerleaders all joining in with a few dances and jumps, making the crowd roar.
"You guessed right," Brittany fires back, grinning widely now as she laughs through the response and you bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to join in because your insides feel gooey and that's so not appropriate. The last times you two saw each other, there was barely even a minute before someone was ripping someone's clothes off bodies and every piece of furniture or surface in the pool house was being christened, and that's definitely not something you can do here.
Plus, you're still shell-shocked that you've come across her again, without the pretence of pool cleaning and you don't really know how to act now. You haven't ever spoken outside of your pool visits, so this is a first.
"Didn't know you were badass enough to go here," she adds on, a teasing in her voice and you grin widely, unable to stop your head from shaking as you try to disguise the laughter that leaves your mouth, but you can't. She just makes you want to smile and laugh.
"Oh, come on," you drone out, lifting a brow. "I'm way more badass than half of Lima Heights and not just the school," you throw back as the reason your school is so rough is because Lima Heights is the Ohio equivalent of East Harlem in New York. It's the wrong side of town, according to everyone in the state but you don't mind it. Being Spanish, all the Latin gangs back you up and they occupy most of Lima Heights.
"Well I'm used to seeing you in shorts and a bikini top cleaning my pool, not looking all intimidating and hot in a leather jacket and those boots," Brittany retorts, continuing the light flirtation going on and your stomach flips and tumbles just like the cheerleaders were doing a minute ago when they came out onto the field, but you also get really hot, really quickly.
A scorch flares across your skin as you think about the time you shared together over the summer, sweaty and panting against each other's mouths, but you really need to avoid talking about that as it was not only just a summer thing, but there's no way in hell you two could ever be friends, let alone continue where you left off and become fuck buddies as you're now aware that you live in completely different worlds. Neither side would be happy if they found out about your shared past, and you would probably get shit for associating with someone from the other side of town.
So it does seem dangerous, and half of you wants to suggest that you could see each other later, out of view from any lingering eyes, just to see what she'd say. She could turn you down, for all you know.
"I'm sorry to spoil your image of me then," you say instead and wink at her, making her cheeks go a dark pink as she giggles to herself, tucking her chin to her chest to hide it but you see it anyway. Alongside seeing the way Quinn and Kitty began rallying up the troops over her shoulder, ready to welcome on the jocks on to the field so you know it's your time to leave, and maybe you can catch her after the game. "I'll let you get back to being a very stereotypical cheerleader," you tease, and her head snaps up, a grin on her face letting you know she isn't taking it offensively.
She lifts both her brows at you quickly, eyes twinkling and teasing you before her words can do it. "And I'll let you get back to being a very stereotypical badass," she fires back, repeating but altering your words and you can't help but beam a grin at her. You love this back and forth with her. "But find me after the game… My mom's just bought a hot tub and if you're available, it might need servicing through the out of season months."
The grin on your face drops when her eyes turn a shader darker, and you put all your focus into not whimpering as you know what that means and so does your body – you're outside, but it just got way hotter up in this bitch – and think of something else. There was a reason why you didn't give her your number on your last visit, as you felt connected to her in a way that scared you as you actually liked being around her, even if majority of the time it was actually being inside her, not around her, but you know it wasn't healthy.
You had once thought about how addictive she could be, and you only went and proved that by banging just her for the last few weeks of summer. You still went to all the houses, but rejected the daughters advances as they didn't compare to Brittany whatsoever in terms of expertise, and seeing as she was getting more than one or two visits a week up until the end, you were satisfied enough. That was the first indicator that having sex with her was getting unhealthy, but luckily summer came to an end, so you didn't have to deal with any messiness or complications as when the seasons changed, so did your relationship.
But you still left on a good note, and one you thought would last a whole year so you could pick up where you left off.
"Thought your mom had Puck's number?" You decide to respond, as it's one of the first responses you ever had to her when she asked for your number the first time, and she didn't press then but this time, she just lifts a brow and smirks.
"She lost her phone," she explains, and you have no idea if it's bullshit, but it's all you need to make your decision. "So, can I get your number?"
It's said coyly, but there's an ounce of hesitation in her voice and you only notice it as she's always so confident around you. She was super comfortable during the time you spent together, never wavering and always making eye contact but for the first time ever, you think she's at least a little nervous. Her voice wavered when she asked you the question, and your mind instantly concludes that if you can make it through summer without anything bad happening, when you saw her many times a week, then surely this won't go badly.
"Sure," you whisper but then you think she probably doesn't have her cell on her, which shows in the instantaneous pout that comes to her lips after the initial sparkling grin – fuck, she's cute – and you whip your head around to find a speckled geek stood on the sidelines, a camera in hand. He's probably part of the photography club, which means he's got his crap with him and is no doubt terrified of you so you can get what you want, and you snap out your hand towards him, giving him the standard glare all Lima Heights students are familiar with, and lower your voice as you address him. "Pen, nerd."
The poor guy splutters, blinking and freezes in his spot for a good few moments – you are known for your vicious tongue around here – before he scrambles into his vest to grab anything inside. Turns out it is what you requested, and you flash him a fake smile as you snatch it off him, removing the cap of the marker and twisting back to face Brittany who was watching the interaction.
Which must have been strange to her, as you're unusually nice and smiley when she's seen you and this is the total opposite, but she did say you were a stereotypical badass so it can't come as a surprise you're a bitch. That comes with the territory, but you still feel the need to explain yourself and get out the only thing that comes to mind as you don't want her overthinking why you don't show her that side of you.
The answer being because you wanted to get her into bed, and started liking sleeping with her on the regular, but you'd rather not admit that, so you go with an explanation instead about your bitchy attitude towards the poor camera geek.
"I'm kind of popular," you shrug, hoping it's good enough that she won't instantly dislike you for being hard towards other people. Maybe she'll see that you being soft towards her is a good thing, even if you're unsure of that yet. "Here," you clear your throat and reach for her hand, scribbling your number on the back of it and watching as the cheerleaders on the field begin paying way too much attention to you and Brittany, off in the corner, having a private conversation. That's naturally going to arouse suspicion and create questions. Can't they look at something else? "Text me when you want me and Puck to come over."
Blue eyes flit up, meeting yours and holding and there's that damn eye contact again. You can't seem to break it when you get dragged in. "Sure," she whispers and smiles softly at you before biting her lip and taking her hand away, quickly spying your number before backing away.
She doesn't leave before throwing you a wink though that almost makes you collapse into a pathetic puddle on the floor, but then she's kicking up her feet, making the flaps of her skirt wave around to reveal her Spanx and you can't help but admire those long ass legs as she walks back to the other cheerleaders.
Brittany really does have the best body you've ever seen, and you exhale loudly when she peers over her shoulder at you, mouthing a goodbye because she's too far away to say it, and simultaneously catching you ogling her like you had been all summer whilst pretending to clean her pool until her mom disappeared for long enough for you two to run off and fuck inside the pool house for as long as time allowed.
You've got to stop thinking about that though or you'll get turned on at a freaking football game, so you wait until Brittany's returned to her friends and they begin their routine, welcoming the jocks on to the field to return to your seat. You climb back up the railings, jumping over like you did to get down in the first place and throw sharp glares to several students who grunt when you use them as leaning posts to steady yourself, finally settling down with a long exhale as you look to your friend.
Who's switching her vision between you, the field, the cheerleaders, then back to you again, in a circuit in a way that you know means that was weird. But it wasn't. You just weren't expecting to see Brittany here and happy when you found out she was.
Still, Mercedes is super freaking nosey, so it doesn't shock you when she asks, "Who the hell is that?"
You throw her a narrowed glare, but she's not scared of you – you are best friends when Puck isn't around – and you let out a scoff, kicking your feet up on the seat below and nudging the student who just shifts over to give you room when he realises who did it and swallow the protest. You brace yourself on the bench, arms straight by your side and you know she's not going to let up until you say something – she's still staring with judgement in her eyes – so you go with a version of the truth.
"Cleaned her pool this summer," you shrug as that's not a lie, but you're just missing out how many times you banged Brittany. Mercedes just lifts her brow though, obviously not ignorant to what you didn't say and presses her lips together in a tight line as obviously, you can't do it again because Brittany goes to a rival school. "What?" You hiss, as you really don't want to hear what's going on inside her mind. "She's hot and her mom's getting a hot tub that needs servicing."
Thankfully, it's at that moment that the McKinley Titans begin coming out, all cheering and carrying their helmets beneath their arms, their free hands punching into the air as they chant their school anthem. It draws attention back to why you came here tonight, and Mercedes loses interest as she sees one of the guys run into Tank whilst distracted by the booing coming from Lima Heights Heigh and actually falls to the floor himself when they collide, because running into that guy is like running into a brick wall.
So you just laugh along with her, ignoring the bump to your shoulder which is her way of telling you to be careful without words, and train your eyes on the field to see Puck beat his chest as the buzzer goes off and he slips his helmet on.
You don't watch the game though. You're way too invested in watching Brittany cheer for the opposing team.
/
After celebrating and congratulating Puck on his final touchdown that won the game, you make sure Mercedes finds Tank before you head to your car, flicking open the lock as you walk across the empty parking lot. Most people have left by now, but you like to stay until the very end just in case any drama kicks off and disappointingly, it didn't tonight. There was no reason for the McKinley Titans to get mouthy as they lost hard, by at least twenty points and so they all left the school field pretty quickly with their tails tucked between their legs.
Anyway, you're about to peel open the door to your car when you hear your phone vibrate in your pocket, and you quickly reach for it, flicking open the lock screen. It's a message, and you climb into your car before you open it, finding it from an unknown number, but there's a single question and your interest is piqued.
Where are you?
It doesn't say who sent it, but you gave your number to someone tonight and you're kind of hoping it's Brittany, so you work on a reply and hit send. In my car. Who's this?
There's only a few seconds before your phone buzzes again, and you make no move to put the key in the ignition and drive home as you take a breath before opening it. If it is Brittany, then maybe she wasn't just being polite earlier and did want you to find her after, but truth is you did look for her but barely any of McKinley High stuck around after their loss.
You just assumed the cheerleaders had pulled her away and they'd all left together as there was no way in hell Quinn and Kitty didn't see you and Brittany talking, and if they didn't know they'd banged, they definitely would've found out then.
Not that you've asked her, but you think if you're given the chance to, you will.
It's Brittany. What car do you have?
You frown down at your phone, but a smile creeps on to your face as your thumbs type away. You knew it was her, but you didn't want to get too excited and that's something you're failing at now because you're freaking smiling to yourself. Black SUV. Why you asking?
You would be lying if you said you weren't silently hoping she's asking because wants to see you, but when you see the ticks go blue and no response comes, you figure that she's just asking for other reasons and that sucks a little. It dampens your spirits, and you let out a long sigh, locking your phone and tossing it in the centre console before sliding your key into the ignition finally, making the engine roar to life as you grasp the steering wheel with the other hand, ready to head off.
It's kind of pathetic that you're now in a bad mood because she's not texting you back as you barely know the girl in any other way than sexually, and that's not something you should be reacting over, but here you are. However, God has other plans for you as just when you put the car into drive, throw an arm over the passenger seat to look through the back window and reverse out the spot, there's banging on your side of the car and you damn near jump out your skin, head whipping around.
And you forget how to breathe, as through the darkened glass, you see Brittany on the other side, wide eyed and so fucking pretty that you almost swallow your tongue, too.
Your body moves before you tell it to, hand shifting the car back into park and you hold down the button to the window, winding it down and wishing there was a more powerful motor as it's going way too slowly for your liking. But then there's nothing between you, and Brittany grins at you, her eyes a frightening blue and she leans inside the car, elbows on the window to get up into your personal space and now you can smell her perfume which is bringing up a lot of memories.
"Hey," she whispers, biting down on her bottom lip. "Feel like taking me home?"
Your eyes shift behind her, spying the empty parking lot and you do wonder where she was hiding, or if she was waiting for you as it's been a while since you saw any other McKinley students, jocks or cheerleaders, but it doesn't really matter. She's here and she wants you to give her a ride which you're more than happy to do as again, you weren't expecting to see her for the first time, let alone the second tonight.
"Sure," you reply and hold her eyes for a few more seconds before she rounds your car, whipping open the passenger door and sliding in, tossing her backpack down into the footwell. She's very much in touching distance, and even though she was earlier, now you're alone and going by your track record, you haven't lasted more than a minute since before you had sex, before one of you was kissing the other and hands were roaming.
But this isn't like that, and so you just stay rooted to your spot, eyes roaming around her face as she stares back.
"What?" She finally breaks the silence, looking a little self-conscious but you just shake yourself out of it, not entirely sure how to explain that you're staring as this whole night has thrown you off and as much as you'd like to have sex with her again, you're not sure if that's on the cards.
"Nothing, I just–" You stop and swallow thickly, shifting the car into drive and finally reversing out the spot as you begin driving her home. You know where she lives, so she doesn't have to give you direction and you want to enjoy this ride as you didn't think you'd see her after summer ended. "I wasn't expecting to see you tonight, and now I have, it's kind of weird, isn't it?"
Brittany giggles which is music to your ears and smiles bashfully at you. "Why? Because now we know something besides how to make each other come really hard?"
The boldness of her response makes you choke, your lungs failing you, and you have to physically cough and gasp to get some more oxygen. One of the things that instantly attracted you to Brittany when you saw her that first time, coming up behind her mom, was how confident she was and she only goes to prove it time and time again, but you don't really know where this leads you and to be honest, you're a little scared to ask.
For many reasons, you two shouldn't hang out. Not only would you be hung, drawn and quartered by your fellow schools, should they find out you're even interacting, but also because you're from opposite ends of the scale. She's got the perfect American dream type life, whilst you have the one gangsters and criminals live. Well, not yet, but your life is probably heading that way and that's another reason you and Puck clean pools all summer; so you can stay out of the cops way and hopefully create a better life for yourself in the future by not getting a record.
Even if you both kind of almost have one from couple drunken house parties gone wrong.
It takes a good minute for you to realise you haven't actually replied to what she said, even if you don't think she was actually asking but when you pull down her street, her hand settles high on your thigh, and you whip your head around so fast your spine clicks. You stare at her, heat flooding your skin and pooling low in your back, but she just raises her eyebrow slightly, only half grinning and leans over, giggling quietly and you have to remind yourself that you're driving so you don't crash into a pole because of those damn ocean eyes and the fact she's really close to your crotch.
"We could be friends, you know," she whispers, not letting you answer but you weren't planning on it. Nothing is going through your head that doesn't include her, her body, and how many memories you have with the both of them. "If you want to be," she shrugs, a little coy but you dig it. She's playing the shy girl, and you gulp when you think of a few kinky scenarios you'd love to try with her where you dominate the hell out of her.
As you discovered on one of the many, many occasions where you were fucking, she loves being topped and treated roughly but pleasurably.
"Or we could just be fuck buddies," Brittany adds on, and your heart completely fucking stops, your foot slamming down on the brakes, making the car skid a little until you're going off road on to a conveniently placed dirt track. You're not sure you meant to go off, or to hide the car in darkness away from the streets as that's kind of suggesting you're down for the offer that just left her mouth, but you guess fate intervened all over again.
Or your body decided before your brain did. Whichever.
Brittany smirks at you when you flick the ignition off, again not even meaning to but her eyes go dark and she doesn't even hesitate in the silence as she unbuckles her belt, swings a leg over and reaches down the side of your chair, making the upright part of it fall flat and hit the backseat to lay you down as much as possible. Heat blossoms over your skin, your hips bucking up the second she grinds down on to you, with your hands shooting to grab any part of her and she makes quick work of her uniform, unzipping her top and ridding herself of it, revealing a sports bra.
Through the distant streetlight beaming through the window, you see hardened nipples, wild blonde hair once she unties it and you salivate immediately, throat going dry which is a total contrast, but your body can't help but react to her confidence and how damn attractive she is. She just throws you into this unknown paradise, and you haven't technically told her that fuck yes, you want to be fuck buddies, but you'd also kind of like to be friends but you guess that can be discussed after.
"I'll take your silence as a yes on the fuck buddies thing," Brittany whispers, ducking her head until her lips are ghosting over yours and her hands come up to frame your jaw, dark blue eyes darting between your brown ones.
You swallow, hard enough that she hears it and grins all over again, devious intent flashing behind blue eyes and it shoots straight to your crotch until you're straining against the inside of your jeans. These damn things are so tight, to hide your secret, and because you weren't expecting to do this as she wasn't in your plans, so you hadn't exactly prepared yourself for this situation, and you know that means you need to remove your own clothes as they're killer to remove.
But not before replying with, "Fuck yeah," a little too excitedly as you haven't spoken in a fair amount of time.
Brittany giggles shifts back when you nudge at her thighs and you lift your hips up at the same time she takes her own weight, gripping at the head of your seat to rise a couple inches and allow you the movement. You struggle but unbutton your jeans, push them alongside your boxers until your already hard cock springs free and bounces against your shirt covering your stomach and you grab at her hips, yanking her down so she puts pressure in all the right places.
"Oh," she squeaks, shocked by the way you're manhandling her but you're fucking ready for her and you want her. She was being bold, told you she wants this too, not technically in words but definitely in action and now you're showing the side she's used to. If you're going to be fuck buddies without the pretence of cleaning her pool or hot tub – even if you will be doing that, just to see her again – you need to get back to that so that's what you'll do.
Tonight has kind of put a spanner in the works, but this can be your dirty little secret and that's fucking exciting.
"You're so hot," you moan, putting your face close to hers, and she prepares herself to kiss you but before you don't let her, instead ducking your head and making her throw her head back as you attack her neck with licks and sucks. Her hands shoot to your hair, fingers tangling into dark locks, and you begin rocking, holding yourself up with your ab muscles as you wrap your arms around her, keeping her as close as possible whilst you breathe her in and work her up.
There's only a set of Spanx separating you from where you want to be, and it seems she notices at the same time you do because she forces your head back, pushes you down by the shoulders until there's a lot more distance between your bodies as you stare up at her and you hate it. Less so when she grins, holds your eyes and unzips her skirt, manoeuvring out of it without actually getting off your lap which is super fucking impressive and really fucking hot, and then she grabs at your cock, leaning up on her knees whilst she strokes at you, lining you up.
But then you realise you haven't got a condom when you run through slick folds bare, hissing at the sensation of how freaking wet she is for you already, and cold panic strikes your chest, making your hands shoot up to stop her, fingers digging into the skin of her ribs when you realise what that means. Blue eyes snap to you, a question in her eyes and you don't want to stop this, but you need to point out that as much as you want to go bareback, you probably shouldn't.
"Condom," you choke out, even though you just want her to take you in and make you forget about everything else, but she freezes for a whole second – responsibility shooting to the forefront of her mind like it just did with yours – and thinks. But the moment is way too hot and heavy, and you don't think a freaking hurricane could stop you from having sex with her right now if she doesn't care, and you swallow, trying to listen to the angel on your shoulder as you shouldn't have sex unprotected, but you really want to be inside her.
She clearly wants it to, as she hesitates and gnaws at her bottom lip, but then your mouth begins moving without any your brain telling it to and you're just saying, "I can pull out," which isn't responsible, but fuck… What else are you going to do?
Thanks to not expecting this, and not wanting to carry around a butt load of condoms in your car – you only do that during summer as that's your hoe time – you didn't think that something like this could happen, and so the only suggestion is the one you just said.
The only thing way you can have sex right now is if you pull out, and Brittany seems not to care as much as you do and knows you're not lying as she grins, lifts a shoulder and then lines you up all over again. She agrees with a nod of her head and a smirk, as this is a decision you both have to make and if she feels pressured, you will force yourself to stop. You're not a creep or anything and you're all about consent but she obviously wants it as much as you do so responsibility is out the window.
"Good enough for me," she utters, low and hoarse and you don't even get to grin before your mouths are crashing together, and she's pushing her tongue into your mouth at the same time she sinks down on to your cock completely bare, making you choke and splutter, eyes bugging open at the tight wet heat encompassing you.
It's hot, and feels so fucking good, and you had sex so many times this summer with a condom that you only ever dreamed of this and it's occupying every part of your mind, body and soul. She's just taking you in slowly, a couple inches at a time with a rising and falling motion, and after a couple moments, she settles down completely on your lap, and you're buried as far as you can be. Your cock twitches inside of her, the need to move punching you hard in the gut but you just clench your jaw, trying to hold back on the moan threatening to spill but it comes out anyway in a low grunt.
"God, Santana," Brittany whimpers, your name sounding like fucking heaven leaving her mouth and you get so caught up in watching pleasure flash across her features that you don't move until she kisses you and draws all attention back to the situation at hand. You were distracted by how you looked sliding into her again. "I want you," she grits out, and you've heard that a hundred times, from a hundred different girls but that?
That hit different.
Still, you just ghost your lips over hers after pulling away just the slightest, and whispering the only thing that comes into your head, "You have me," before you get lost in her kiss again and she begins rolling her hips.
/
You tell Puck about Brittany asking if you can service their brand new hot tub a couple days later.
There's no reason you don't tell him sooner, but you just sort of want to live in the newly found agreement you have with Brittany which is hard to hide if you have to go over and do a job with Puck as he's dumb as a bag of wet hair, but he knows when two people have had sex. It's like a sixth sense, and the truth is, you wouldn't tell him unless you had to but he's the hot tub expert, you just know pools and chemicals, and so you have no other choice.
You're over at his place, in his dark, dingy den out in the backyard, smoking a joint and playing video games when you bring it up as he's high, so are you, and the night has been good. You've shared a couple beers, had some pizza and had some bromance time, discussing who you're thinking about chasing this year at school and so when he starts babbling on about who you have your eyes set on, Brittany comes to mind, and you know it's time to discuss your potential unseasonal job.
"I don't know," you sigh and set your controller down on your lap, reaching over to pluck the joint from between his fingers to take a pull, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing so your head goes fuzzy. "But I do know we've been asked to do some out of season work."
Puck shoots up, back straight as a pole and looks to you, excitement in his eyes. "Out of season work?" He repeats, looking ecstatic and you can't blame him. The summer thing is good but if it could be all year round, both of you could drop out of school and become full time entrepreneurs. "Who and what?"
You get a little nervous admitting the truth, as you know he's going to pick up on how weird you get when you mention Brittany. Also because you share everything with him and you're yet to tell him you've banged her three times now since Monday and it's freaking Friday and it's very unlike you to talk about your sexual conquests. It's one of the foundations of your friendship and how you even bonded when you met in Freshman year in detention because both of you had been caught doing shit you shouldn't have been.
"Remember the Pierce's?" You decide to go with ambiguity, as if you don't think about one of the families multiple times a day and Puck's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he nods vigorously. It was Monday you were talking about how he never got to sleep with Crystal and so there's no way in hell he doesn't immediately know who you're talking about. "Well, they bought a hot tub, and we could put your knowledge to use… Maybe even branch out and see who else owns one around town," you shrug as it's a great business plan.
Not that you put much thought into it before saying it, but he doesn't need to know that.
"No way, dude!" He yells, punching you lightly in the top of the arm but it still hurts, and you click your tongue at him. He doesn't know his own strength when he's as high as a kite. "That's awesome. When we going? How did you get the gig?"
Puck was there at the game, but you suppose he doesn't know, and Mercedes didn't say anything to him about Brittany, but you're happy for that right now. If he doesn't know, he won't pick up on you being weird and secretive about your fuck buddy status with the blonde cheerleader and won't discover you've been keeping it from him. He'd probably be butthurt over that.
"Ran into Britt Pierce at the Titans game," you reply as it's the truth and he was way too pumped up about the game to notice who was in the opposing cheerleading team and whether or not you snuck off to have a private conversation that wasn't so private as her friends watched. Friends that you've also banged, but again, this is a need to know basis so that can be left out. "She said her mom just bought one and it'll need looking after, if we want it."
Puck cheers again, fist punching into the air at the same time he flings his controller across the room where it crashes into the wall on the other side, and you just laugh with him as that's definitely an overreaction to one job. Seeing as the hot tub is smaller than a pool, it means it takes less time, which means less cash to do the job, but you really aren't seeing downsides as it's at the Pierce house and that means Brittany.
It also means Crystal for Puck, so that's probably why he's so freaking ecstatic over it.
"That's awesome," he bobs his head approvingly and grins lopsided at you, eyes bloodshot and body wavering. He's drunk and high now. "When we going?"
You clear your throat, thinking that the last time you saw Brittany – which was earlier – you had a very small conversation before she tugged you into the back of your SUV to have her way with you and you mentioned seeing her at the weekend. Considering it's Friday, that means your answer to Puck's question is either tomorrow or Sunday and he could have plans, but it's not like you care.
He shouldn't either. It means another crack at Crystal even though she's probably not going to break. She didn't all summer.
"This weekend at some point," you shrug and pick your controller back up, glad he's too inebriated to pick up on the fact you had a freaking conversation with someone you were banging on the regular and wouldn't stop talking about in the last few hot months of the year. "Maybe you can train me up so we can go on solo visits as it's not a pool or anything," you suggest and start a new round of Mortal Kombat on the video game console, trying not to come across too desperate.
Luckily, Puck really isn't sober so just agrees with you with a small grunt of confirmation and clambers to his feet to find the controller he threw across the room and you take the opportunity to grin to yourself.
/
Puck almost falls out the truck door when you pull up outside the Pierce residence.
Your mind reels back to the beginning of summer, when he let you get the door twice despite normal rules, so you don't yell at him as you text Brittany this morning to tell her what time you'd be coming to check up on the hot tub and she said she'd get ready for you but will let her mom open the door so Puck can embarrass himself. You laughed at the latter, but still have no idea what the former means, as you're sure the pool house gets locked up for the fall and winter, so it's not like you can make use of that, but you don't need to make first impressions again.
Technically, you made your first second impression at the football game.
The front door swings open a couple seconds after he hammers on it, revealing Crystal in a baby pink tracksuit but you clamber out the truck, rounding to the back and hauling the solo bag of chemicals and small nets to tend to the hot tub. According to Puck, you basically just drain the thing, scrub the sides, refill it and that's it. The turnover rate for the water is super fast thanks to the jets, so it needs to be serviced at least weekly, maybe more as the weather worsens, and the news lights you up inside like the fourth of July.
That means seeing Brittany on a regular basis, and perhaps continuing your fuck buddy status in other places that aren't the back of your car. It gets kind of cramped in there.
"Mrs Pierce," Puck drones, offering out his hand and Crystal bats her lashes, blushes and you roll your eyes as you stop hallway down the path. She a total cock tease, but he knows that so it's his fault for attempting the impossible again and it is amusing to watch him embarrass himself. That mountain is still Everest, and he still doesn't have the correct gear to climb it successfully. He said that himself not that long ago.
"Noah Puckerman," Crystal draws out his name, her voice heavy with flirtation and you would let out a laugh, but then you see the door open wider, taken off the older woman and Brittany pokes her head over, eyes snapping to you instantly and a smile coming to her face.
And you won't lie, your heart kind of skips a beat. It did it the first time you ever saw her, and it's doing it all over again.
"We're here to look after your hot tub and anything else you might need," Puck tells Crystal and you shake your head, click your tongue as his already proven to be a failure seduction technique, but watch Brittany tilt her head, gesturing to the side gate and you know what she wants.
She's going to let you in the side, like she did in summer, and so you grin, leave your friend to hit on the cougar, and try not to trip over your feet as you head towards it. By the time you get there, the gate is swinging open, revealing Brittany in leggings and an oversized hoodie grinning at you way too largely for it not to make you insides flip and flutter, and it's colder now due to it being the fall so you're wearing warmer clothes too.
That means the initial reaction isn't to check each other out, so you just fall into her ocean blue eyes and breathe unsteadily, adjusting the strap of the bag on your shoulder as you think of how to greet her. Last time you saw each other, which was yesterday before you went over to Puck's for pizza, weed and beers, she was clambering into the back of your SUV and giving up a verbal greeting by kissing you hard, but you know Puck and her mom can probably see you so that's not appropriate.
Not to mention you don't know why you'd kiss her. You aren't having sex, nor do you think you can as the hot tub won't take long to service and Puck and her mom are around. No way of sneaking off without arousing suspicion.
"Come on," she whispers, reaching forward and taking your hand, and you're dragged into the garden area, towards a newly built decking across the garden that definitely wasn't there a few weeks back. It looks new, with the wood completely clean, fairy lights hanging through the trellis going up the wooden columns to the slatted roof covering the hot tub, and you eye it for a couple seconds, a smile coming across your face. "There it is."
You turn to look at her. "It's cute," you comment as it's true and you really don't know if you're disappointed she didn't lead you to her bedroom instead, but technically, you're here for a purpose that doesn't involve getting between her legs. "It'll only take half an hour to service, and Puck said we'll need to drop by weekly, maybe even more when the weather gets worse toward winter."
Brittany narrows her eyes, a smirk on her lips like she doesn't know why you're talking about the hot tub but if you don't, you'll ask her where you're going to bang. Plus, she did bring you over here to show you it and you do have a job to do.
"Sounds good to me," she shrugs and bites her lip, playing with the sleeve of her sweater, vision darting around your face. "Maybe you could try it out with me later, if you want."
Heat floods through your veins, and you gulp heavily and yeah, that seems like a great idea but, "Puck's here," you point out. "And your mom."
"She's going out soon with my dad, and you can't tell me Puck doesn't know about us," she quirks, lifting a brow knowingly and you don't even try to lie. "So I'm sure he can disappear for a while," she continues, her voice low in a way that shoots straight to your groin, and you grip the strap of the bag on your shoulder, digging your heel into the ground below to keep you anchored to your spot.
If she keeps looking at you like that, like she's about to ride you ten ways to Sunday, you're going to jump her.
Still, you pay attention to her words and let out a guilty chuckle. "Yeah," you tell her as Puck definitely knows and there's no point in pretending otherwise. The first time you two hooked up he waited in his truck for like over an hour whilst you did your thing. "But I mean, isn't that a bit risky?"
"I won't tell if you don't," Brittany fires back through a devious grin and all the blood drains from your face somewhere considerably more south. That damn thrill is back, making you feel like your body is coming alive after being numb for so long. "And like I said, we'll be alone later, if you wanna come back after dark."
There's no denying that's what you want, and you're about to tell her that you will when Puck comes in through the back gate, shouting your name. Both of you whip your head around, the moment broken, and you take a step away as apparently, both of you had gravitated towards each other, bodies so close that you could smell the perfume wafting up from her skin. It sucks that you have to put some distance between you, especially as you don't really need to because Brittany was right, Puck does know about you two – shown by the growing smirk on his face as he wanders over, eying the situation – and it isn't her mom, but you just glare at the guy.
You really don't need him making a lewd comment or something to piss you off. You don't think you'd like him talking about Brittany like he does with your other girls.
"Well, well," he says, grinning widely and you just hold his eyes, hoping he sees the flame behind yours as a warning to keep his mouth shut. "Nice to see you again, Britt," he chirps and Brittany smiles, a little awkwardly before shifting her gaze.
"Text me if you want to," she tells you, reaching over to squeeze your free hand just once before whipping away and disappearing into the house.
Puck actually waits until she's gone to address the tension but seemingly misses Brittany's comment as if he had, he'd definitely ask what you two were just talking about. "Damn… You in again already?" He chirps, and fearing he's figured out your secret that you've banged three times now since summer, you just roll your eyes and head towards the hot tub, dropping the bag and into a crouch to hide the blush on your cheeks.
"Shut the fuck up… I think we're becoming friends, actually."
"Friends who fuck?" Puck shoots back, matching your position and you shove your shoulder into his a little too hard, so he staggers to the left, almost toppling over. "Jheeze, you're sensitive about her, aren't you?"
Something spikes at your skin, and you want to snap at him, but that'd just prove a point. "Shut up, dude. No, I'm not," you laugh off and shake your head, returning to your feet and eying the reason you came to the Pierce's in the first place as you ignore the way your throat tightens at the words. "Anyway, can we get on with this? I wanna go hit up the basketball court after," you tell him, even though you had no intention of doing that. "Apparently some of the cheerleaders practise there at weekends," you wag your eyebrows, and you have no idea if that's true, but it manages to distract him as clearly Crystal was just flirting with zero intention when she opened the door, and he needs to get laid to make him feel better.
Puck agrees and begins babbling on about how to drain the hot tub, but you see the curtain flicker, a set of piercing blue eyes shine through the window as Brittany peeks out into the garden and you grin at her before forcing yourself to listen to your lesson.
You think you will come back later.
/
Darkness falls and you're sat in your bedroom, staring at the wall and trying to find reasons not to go back to the Pierce household after shooting hoops with Puck for a few hours.
It's a pointless battle, as your body already knows you're going but your mind is being stubborn as hell and telling you that this could get messy. You don't know how, but you feel it could and after about ten minutes of pretending like you don't know what you're going to do, you grab your keys off your desk, tell your dad you'll be home later even though he's fast asleep in front of the TV and climb into your car.
The streets blur by as you race towards her street, pulling up outside and flicking the engine and lights off, spying the driveway. It's just her car, not her mom or dad's and most of the lights are off in the house, to the point where it doesn't even look like Brittany's home, so you pull out your phone and shoot her a text to ask if she's in. She doesn't respond with anything other than a wink emoji and a picture of the garden gate, and you fall out of the car, heading straight to it and finding it unlocked and slightly pushed open.
You creep inside, heart pounding as you walk as quietly as possible into the garden, seeing the pool covered for winter but there's a glowing come from the corner where you know the hot tub to be. You begin hearing the sound of water running, and the jets bubbling and straighten up as you come around the corner, breathing lodging in your throat when you see Brittany. She's in the hot tub, just her head poking above the water and she's staring straight at you, like she knew you were going to be there.
You hadn't even told her you were coming, just asked if she was at home but you guess she somehow sensed it regardless as there's zero shock in her expression as you slowly wander over to her. The fairy lights wrapped around the wooden columns, creating this ambience and you start getting worked up as it's kind of intense and romantic. Something it probably shouldn't be as you two are fuck buddies, but you guess Brittany likes to set the scene and well, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.
"Hey," you greet, a little breathless because now you're closer, you can see that she's either wearing a strapless bikini, or she's completely naked in that hot tub as there aren't any straps on her shoulders.
Brittany wades forward, grasping a wine cooler in her hand – there's another set on the side that you think is for you – and smirks with devious intent, her eyes a frightening blue as they bore into yours. "Hey stranger," she whispers and bites down on her bottom lip, looking sexy as hell and you ache to reach out and touch her. "You getting in?"
As if you'd say no. You drove here in three minutes flat and it's an eight minute journey at the legal speed limit.
"Yeah," you answer immediately, and she stops smirking at you to grin widely instead, clearly pleased with your answer. Which is really confusing – one second she looks like she's going to rip your clothes off with her teeth, and the next like you're the best thing she's ever seen - before returning back to the other side of the hot tub whilst you undress yourself down to boxers and sports bra.
You climb in straight after, humming at the high temperature and Brittany watches you the entire time, waiting until you're sat opposite her, your legs bumping beneath and you're enjoying the pressure of jets against your back, to move. She doesn't come closer, just reaches out to grab the wine cooler on the side and pops it open with her teeth before handing it over. You eye it, then look into ocean blue as you definitely don't need liquid confidence, but you suppose it's not for that, maybe she's just polite, and you accept it with a grateful smile, taking a pull.
You're a beer kind of girl, but wine coolers aren't that bad.
But that isn't really why you're hesitant about the damn drink. It just feels strange to be here, not immediately jumping one another and instead just staring across bubbles formed on the waterline. It feels a little cosy, a little too eery to like a date or something and fuck buddies don't do that. You wouldn't do that with any of the other girls – you literally leave the second you're finished either via a door or a window – but that just reminds you that Brittany's friends with them, so she probably knows that.
Something you just want to ask about, as you thought about it at the football game earlier this week because Quinn and Kitty definitely saw you and you've slept with them multiple times each, not that long go. No way in hell they didn't recognise you.
"So, uh, I wanna ask you something," you shift, watching as Brittany brings her hand above water, playing with the bubbles. She tilts her head to the side, smiles softly and nods, so you continue. "You know at the game? Quinn and Kitty were there?" You get out, a little nervous as you're talking about other people you've slept with – which will always be awkward – and they happen to be not only her friends, but part of the same cheerleading squad. "I… I, uh…" Your throat thickens and you take in a deep breath, trying to find your cool and thinking how to phrase this. "Do-do they know?"
Brittany's eyebrows shoot up, but she looks at you for a whole two seconds blankly before she's giggling loudly, face scrunching up. "Yeah, they know we slept together," she says like it's obvious, but you didn't know for sure. "They're my best friends."
Despite sleeping with both of them, you know that they're actually really unlikeable, so you don't get it. Kitty is fucking rude and super selfish, Quinn's a judgemental bitch and from what you know about Brittany, she's good and innocent. She's like the nice one of the trio of cheerleaders that run McKinley – you did some social media stalking to find that out – and so it doesn't make sense that she's best friends, and more so, that she's fucking you even though there's no way in hell either of the other blondes mentioned your shining personality as to them, it doesn't exist.
The seduction technique you used for both of them was treat them mean, keep them keen and it worked like a freaking charm.
"But they don't know we're still having sex," she adds on, quieter than the first admission and your eyes snap to her. You've kept it from Puck, for reasons you're unsure of, and it seems she's done the same with her friends. You just don't know what that means. "Not sure they would be too happy about it, now we all know you go to Lima Heights."
It's a good point, but that's not why you haven't told Puck, and you'd rather keep that to yourself as it's disheartening to know she hasn't done it for the same reason. You don't really care that you come from the dodgy part of town, but you guess she does and that makes something click inside your head. It comes with sinking disappointment in your chest, as apparently you thought Brittany might be into you but that's obviously wrong and now you just feel stupid.
Stupid because she just wants you to make her come and she did suggest being fuck buddies and you now need to remember that.
So you force your guard up, not letting her see you do it, even though her eyes narrow the second your shoulders square. She doesn't know you well enough to know for sure what's going on inside your head, so you paste a smile on your face and lift a brow, remembering why you came here. You were stupid for overthinking the wine coolers and invite tonight, and now all you want to do is forget about stupid assumptions created from nothing, and remember that Brittany's a McKinley girl, and you're the girl from the wrong side of the tracks who services her pool and hot tub and fucks her the way she likes it.
You need to remember your place.
"Sweet," you grin and set down your wine cooler, remind yourself of who you are, the confidence you hold and how hard you can make her come and shift over until you're beside her. That is why she invited you to come back earlier, and you lean in, sweeping her hair away from her hair, and removing her wine cooler from her hand blindly, setting it on the side and diving right beneath the water to grab at her thighs.
As it turns out, you were right, she is naked and heat scorches across your skin, the water suddenly feeling ten degrees hotter as you press your lips to her pulse, needing the distraction from the scolding your mind is doing to itself. She reacts too, moaning and giggling naughtily as her hands skim over your body, already tugging impatiently at your boxers beneath the water until you slip out of them and then she's climbing on top of you.
"God, you're so hot," you comment, running your hands up her back and ogling her bare chest, now above the water line.
Brittany smirks down at you, obviously not noticing the internal torment, and grasps both sides of your neck, leaning down to press her mouth hard against yours and you forget all about Lima Heights and McKinley High and how the world would hate if they found out you were doing this.
But like she said, she won't tell if you won't.
/