Fic: Glee is the Word (Extended) Part 1 of 2
“Why do I have to play Marty?” Rachel said, her arms flailing in exasperation.
“I think it’s the perfect role for you.” Brittany replied.
“Why?” the petite brunette asked, a look of intrigue across her face.
“You know, Mardy by name, Mardy by nature.” The cheerleader replied with a nonchalant shrug.
“Marty, Brittany, it’s Marty!” the diva cried waving her arms around again, this time in disbelief.
“Oh hey Mr Schue?” Santana called out, cutting off the mini diva’s rant.
“Yes Santana?”
“You should like totally ask hot Dr Carl to play the dude in Frenchie’s dream.”
“Yeah he would be perfect Mr Schue.” Brittany stated, linking pinkies with Santana and earning a sweet smile from the brunette.
“I could be down with that.” Quinn said with a smirk.
“Oh is this the Queen of the celibacy club talking?” Santana snarled.
“I don’t think I’m down with that.” Sam replied with a frown.
“No Sam, I agree, I don’t think it would be appropriate.” William Schuester agreed. The Latina snorted. “No, I’ll sing Beauty School Drop Out.”
“Ew,” Quinn shuddered, “that’s just creepy.”
“You’re going to play Vince Fontaine too aren’t you?” Rachel Berry asked with obvious distate.
“Mr Schue.” Rachel said as she bundled down to the front of the room after the vocal coach had dismissed the group. “Do you think it’s sending out the right message that you are casting the most popular members of the Glee Club as the main characters. Brittany, Sanatna and Quinn are all Cheerios, Sam and Puck are on the football team and you’re leaving the more talented of the group on the sidelines.” The tiny brunette finished.
“Rachel, I understand your frustration and the only way you would actually be happy with this production would be if you played the lead.” Rachel smiled with satisfaction at the statement. “But,” upon hearing that fateful word, her smile vanished as quickly as it appeared, “everyone deserves a chance to showcase their talent. Besides, we need to pull the crowds in, sell tickets to raise funds for the club.”
“I see.” Rachel began, “You’re using them to headline the show, to make sure the popular kids attend.”
“That wasn’t my intention Rachel.” Mr Schuester explained.
“No I get it, it’s fine. You get everyone interested now and they’ll keep wanting to come back for more.” Rachel pondered. “Now, if you don’t want any of the other glee club members to find out, it will cost you. I want solo at the next competition.” Will narrowed his eyes, absorbing the words of the student before him. He had not intentionally cast the musical the way he had, yet the small girl had a point, if the other kids started thinking too much about the casting choices, they could draw the same conclusions.
“Done.” He said with a defeated sigh and an outstretched hand. Rachel took it with a smile and shook it enthusiastically.
“I’m actually going to take this as an opportunity to rest my voice, it is an instrument that requires much care and preservation.” Rachel beamed, turning her misfortune into an opportunity.
“That’s great Rachel.” Mr Schuester said, less than enthusiastically. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
xoxox
“Hey Eugene.” Santana called.
“My name is Artie.” The cheerleader shrugged.
“No,” she said thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to the side, “it’s Eugene, get used to it four eyes.” She concluded with a smirk and watched him wheel himself down the hall. She turned her attention back to her locker, humming softly to herself before the blonde interrupted from beside her.
“I’m so happy I only have one scene with Rachel.” The blonde cheerleader said as she packed her books into her locker. Santana abruptly stopped and turned to stare at her friend.
“Britt, you have more scenes with her.”
“I only have to talk to her like once.” The blonde shrugged. “And she doesn’t have to sing for like the entire show. This is going to be the best show ever.” Santana looked nervously around the hall before moving closer.
“It will be the best show ever because you’re the star,” she began, “and you’re going to look super hot in lycra.”
xoxox
Brittany lay on her bed, her eyes closed, ear phones firmly in place and attached to her ipod. Blonde hair moved as her head slowly swayed to the music filtering through the wires. She felt her body move as the bed dipped due to an extra weight, her eyes opened slowly and saw exactly who she was expecting. The blonde managed a small smile as the body leant over her and kissed her sweetly on the lips before rolling over and laying down next her. Brittany closed her eyes once again, she felt a tugging at her hand, warm skin glided over her own as Santana threaded their fingers together. Content to just lay there in silence, Brittany listened carefully to the lyrics as they penetrated her thoughts.
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know
There's just no getting over you
I know I'm just a fool who's willin'
To sit around and wait for you
But baby, can't you see
There's nothin' else for me to do?
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you
My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him"
My heart is sayin', "Don't let go
Hold on to the end"
And that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you
A tear slipped silently from sad blue eyes and slowly formed a path down the blonde’s cheek, she turned her head slightly to see concerned brown eyes looking back at her. Brittany swiped at the tear with an angry fist, Santana caught it in her hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it gently. She reached for the wires and pulled the ear phones from Brittany’s ears. She leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips before settling on her side, facing the other Cheerio on the bed, her hand gently stroking up and down Brittany’s arm
“What is it?” she asked carefully. Brittany looked briefly at the Latina, before her eyes landed back on the ceiling above her.
“I don’t know.” Brittany replied. Santana sighed, she knew Brittany was very aware of what made her feel like this.
“You know I wasn’t really mad at you in Glee club, I know everyone knows about us having sex, it’s just, sometimes, some things have to stay private.” Santana explained.
“I know.” Brittany answered. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”
“Britt,” Santana said, scooping up Brittany’s hand once again. “You can never embarrass me.”
“Where did you go after Glee club?” the blonde asked, fully aware of the words that were about to fall from the brunette’s mouth. Santana flinched, the tone was uncharacteristic of her best friend, it oozed grit and spite.
“Puck’s, I went back to Puck’s.”
“Why?” asked the blonde, gaining more confidence the angrier she became.
“Rehearsals?” Santana asked with a shrug, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under Brittany’s inquisition. What made it worse for the Latina is Brittany was yet to look at her. She was shrinking, the more questions Brittany asked without so much as glancing at her, the more guilty she felt and it was not a feeling she was familiar with.
“Really San? Were you rehearsing for the scene when Rizzo thinks she’s pregnant, are you a thingy actor?”
“Method actor.” Santana said quietly. “We had sex.” She admitted. “But we always do, you know that.” Brittany snatched her hand away, placing it on her stomach, she was being unfair, she knew, but she couldn’t help what the heart desired. She also couldn’t help that Santana wasn’t a mind reader. She was being childish and she knew it. Brittany took a deep breath.
“I don’t like it.” Brittany replied.
“You don’t like what?” Santana asked tentatively, she had an inkling she knew what Brittany meant, she herself felt an overwhelming sense of jealously whenever she saw or heard about Brittany with someone else.
“I don’t like it when you’re with boys.” Brittany replied, her voice sounded small and pleading, but she did not care, she had to tell Santana exactly how she felt, it was weighing her down. Santana sighed, she knew this was coming, she couldn’t deny it. She had noticed the change in Brittany’s demeanour, especially when Santana would talk about Puck, or anyone else for that matter. She had also noticed that Brittany spoke less and less of her conquests, leaving her wondering if Brittany was at all sleeping with anyone else. It scared Santana witless. She had thought what it would be like to give herself completely to Brittany. On the one hand it was the most wonderful thought in the world, Brittany had her feeling things she never thought she could or would. On the other hand, she felt the complete opposite, scared of everything she felt for Brittany and how that would impact on both their lives should people, particularly their parents, find out. And then there was the part of Santana that was the infamous Santana Lopez, why should she care what anyone thought? Damn small town politics she thought. She longed for the day she could leave with Brittany in tow and they could do whatever they wanted, albeit have a quiet uninterrupted life together. That was Santana’s dream, but she knew all too well, dreams didn’t always come true. “San.” Brittany said, cutting through the brunette’s thoughts.
“I heard you Britt.”
“Are you going to say anything?” the blonde asked.
“What do you want me to say?” The Latina snapped.
“I want you to say what you want to say, not what I want you to say.” Brittany explained with a slight frown.
“I don’t . . .” Santana began. Brittany looked at the confusion on the brunette’s face. She leaned over and kissed Santana, her lips moving slowly against the Latina’s luscious lips. Santana groaned, her breath hitching as the blonde rolled over fully on top of her best friend. Brittany forced her tongue into Santana’s mouth, the brunette happily obliging, she found her hands wrapping around Brittany’s waist, pulling her closer into her body. Brittany had one hand tangled in silken brunette locks, the other placed firmly against Santana’s taut stomach, slowly moving up her body. The kiss was deep, and sensual, Brittany poured everything she had into it, concentrating on showing Santana what she had to give her. It wasn’t just pleasure and passion, but truth and love. The blonde often had a difficulty communicating with words, but this was a language she knew or hoped the Latina would understand. Brittany reluctantly pulled away upon feeling Santana’s hand cup her spanks underneath her cheerio’s skirt. “What are you doing?” Santana asked. “Don’t stop.” She said, her breath laboured, her eyelids heavy with lust.
“I’m not having sex with you.” Brittany replied with ease.
“What? Why not?”Santana said, her eyes shooting open, glaring at Brittany.
“You just had sex with Puck. I am not having sex with you.” The blonde tried again. “I haven’t had sex with anyone else in weeks. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else. I just want you.” Brittany revealed painfully. She watched as different emotions danced across the profound brown eyes before her, willing for one emotion to settle, for it to be one she longed to see. Santana’s mouth opened and closed. To say Santana was confused was an understatement. Brittany slowly rolled off of the Latina. “Can you leave now?” Brittany asked as she stood forlornly beside the bed. Santana sat up, her hair dishevelled, her eyes trained on the blonde.
“I don’t know how to.” Santana replied, with brutal naked truth, exactly what she was referring to was beyond even her own mind.
“You just like stand up and walk.” Brittany said with a disbelieving shrug. And that was it. Santana took her instruction, rising from the bed, swinging her legs over the edge and standing up. She briefly linked pinkies with Brittany, a simple gesture of love before she left the tearful blonde.
xoxox
“Hey Riz.” Puck said, sauntering up to Santana and throwing an arm over her shoulder. “Wanna hickie from Kenicke?” the Latina rolled her eyes.
“Oh pur-lease.” She replied. Puck proceeded to inch closer to the brunette, his lips now millimetres from Santana’s neck. She held up a hand, not quite touching his chest. “That was not an invitation.” Puckerman huffed.
“You’re still coming to mine after school though right?”
“I’ll have to consult my hectic social calendar.” Santana replied breezily.
“I’ll see you at five.” Noah laughed with a wink before leaving the Latina at her locker. ‘Unlikely’ thought the brunette as images of her favourite blonde cheerleader passed through her mind. Brittany was mad at her and she had some serious thinking and grovelling to do.
xoxox
Part 2
“I think it’s the perfect role for you.” Brittany replied.
“Why?” the petite brunette asked, a look of intrigue across her face.
“You know, Mardy by name, Mardy by nature.” The cheerleader replied with a nonchalant shrug.
“Marty, Brittany, it’s Marty!” the diva cried waving her arms around again, this time in disbelief.
“Oh hey Mr Schue?” Santana called out, cutting off the mini diva’s rant.
“Yes Santana?”
“You should like totally ask hot Dr Carl to play the dude in Frenchie’s dream.”
“Yeah he would be perfect Mr Schue.” Brittany stated, linking pinkies with Santana and earning a sweet smile from the brunette.
“I could be down with that.” Quinn said with a smirk.
“Oh is this the Queen of the celibacy club talking?” Santana snarled.
“I don’t think I’m down with that.” Sam replied with a frown.
“No Sam, I agree, I don’t think it would be appropriate.” William Schuester agreed. The Latina snorted. “No, I’ll sing Beauty School Drop Out.”
“Ew,” Quinn shuddered, “that’s just creepy.”
“You’re going to play Vince Fontaine too aren’t you?” Rachel Berry asked with obvious distate.
“Mr Schue.” Rachel said as she bundled down to the front of the room after the vocal coach had dismissed the group. “Do you think it’s sending out the right message that you are casting the most popular members of the Glee Club as the main characters. Brittany, Sanatna and Quinn are all Cheerios, Sam and Puck are on the football team and you’re leaving the more talented of the group on the sidelines.” The tiny brunette finished.
“Rachel, I understand your frustration and the only way you would actually be happy with this production would be if you played the lead.” Rachel smiled with satisfaction at the statement. “But,” upon hearing that fateful word, her smile vanished as quickly as it appeared, “everyone deserves a chance to showcase their talent. Besides, we need to pull the crowds in, sell tickets to raise funds for the club.”
“I see.” Rachel began, “You’re using them to headline the show, to make sure the popular kids attend.”
“That wasn’t my intention Rachel.” Mr Schuester explained.
“No I get it, it’s fine. You get everyone interested now and they’ll keep wanting to come back for more.” Rachel pondered. “Now, if you don’t want any of the other glee club members to find out, it will cost you. I want solo at the next competition.” Will narrowed his eyes, absorbing the words of the student before him. He had not intentionally cast the musical the way he had, yet the small girl had a point, if the other kids started thinking too much about the casting choices, they could draw the same conclusions.
“Done.” He said with a defeated sigh and an outstretched hand. Rachel took it with a smile and shook it enthusiastically.
“I’m actually going to take this as an opportunity to rest my voice, it is an instrument that requires much care and preservation.” Rachel beamed, turning her misfortune into an opportunity.
“That’s great Rachel.” Mr Schuester said, less than enthusiastically. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
xoxox
“Hey Eugene.” Santana called.
“My name is Artie.” The cheerleader shrugged.
“No,” she said thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to the side, “it’s Eugene, get used to it four eyes.” She concluded with a smirk and watched him wheel himself down the hall. She turned her attention back to her locker, humming softly to herself before the blonde interrupted from beside her.
“I’m so happy I only have one scene with Rachel.” The blonde cheerleader said as she packed her books into her locker. Santana abruptly stopped and turned to stare at her friend.
“Britt, you have more scenes with her.”
“I only have to talk to her like once.” The blonde shrugged. “And she doesn’t have to sing for like the entire show. This is going to be the best show ever.” Santana looked nervously around the hall before moving closer.
“It will be the best show ever because you’re the star,” she began, “and you’re going to look super hot in lycra.”
xoxox
Brittany lay on her bed, her eyes closed, ear phones firmly in place and attached to her ipod. Blonde hair moved as her head slowly swayed to the music filtering through the wires. She felt her body move as the bed dipped due to an extra weight, her eyes opened slowly and saw exactly who she was expecting. The blonde managed a small smile as the body leant over her and kissed her sweetly on the lips before rolling over and laying down next her. Brittany closed her eyes once again, she felt a tugging at her hand, warm skin glided over her own as Santana threaded their fingers together. Content to just lay there in silence, Brittany listened carefully to the lyrics as they penetrated her thoughts.
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know
There's just no getting over you
I know I'm just a fool who's willin'
To sit around and wait for you
But baby, can't you see
There's nothin' else for me to do?
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you
My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him"
My heart is sayin', "Don't let go
Hold on to the end"
And that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you
A tear slipped silently from sad blue eyes and slowly formed a path down the blonde’s cheek, she turned her head slightly to see concerned brown eyes looking back at her. Brittany swiped at the tear with an angry fist, Santana caught it in her hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it gently. She reached for the wires and pulled the ear phones from Brittany’s ears. She leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips before settling on her side, facing the other Cheerio on the bed, her hand gently stroking up and down Brittany’s arm
“What is it?” she asked carefully. Brittany looked briefly at the Latina, before her eyes landed back on the ceiling above her.
“I don’t know.” Brittany replied. Santana sighed, she knew Brittany was very aware of what made her feel like this.
“You know I wasn’t really mad at you in Glee club, I know everyone knows about us having sex, it’s just, sometimes, some things have to stay private.” Santana explained.
“I know.” Brittany answered. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”
“Britt,” Santana said, scooping up Brittany’s hand once again. “You can never embarrass me.”
“Where did you go after Glee club?” the blonde asked, fully aware of the words that were about to fall from the brunette’s mouth. Santana flinched, the tone was uncharacteristic of her best friend, it oozed grit and spite.
“Puck’s, I went back to Puck’s.”
“Why?” asked the blonde, gaining more confidence the angrier she became.
“Rehearsals?” Santana asked with a shrug, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under Brittany’s inquisition. What made it worse for the Latina is Brittany was yet to look at her. She was shrinking, the more questions Brittany asked without so much as glancing at her, the more guilty she felt and it was not a feeling she was familiar with.
“Really San? Were you rehearsing for the scene when Rizzo thinks she’s pregnant, are you a thingy actor?”
“Method actor.” Santana said quietly. “We had sex.” She admitted. “But we always do, you know that.” Brittany snatched her hand away, placing it on her stomach, she was being unfair, she knew, but she couldn’t help what the heart desired. She also couldn’t help that Santana wasn’t a mind reader. She was being childish and she knew it. Brittany took a deep breath.
“I don’t like it.” Brittany replied.
“You don’t like what?” Santana asked tentatively, she had an inkling she knew what Brittany meant, she herself felt an overwhelming sense of jealously whenever she saw or heard about Brittany with someone else.
“I don’t like it when you’re with boys.” Brittany replied, her voice sounded small and pleading, but she did not care, she had to tell Santana exactly how she felt, it was weighing her down. Santana sighed, she knew this was coming, she couldn’t deny it. She had noticed the change in Brittany’s demeanour, especially when Santana would talk about Puck, or anyone else for that matter. She had also noticed that Brittany spoke less and less of her conquests, leaving her wondering if Brittany was at all sleeping with anyone else. It scared Santana witless. She had thought what it would be like to give herself completely to Brittany. On the one hand it was the most wonderful thought in the world, Brittany had her feeling things she never thought she could or would. On the other hand, she felt the complete opposite, scared of everything she felt for Brittany and how that would impact on both their lives should people, particularly their parents, find out. And then there was the part of Santana that was the infamous Santana Lopez, why should she care what anyone thought? Damn small town politics she thought. She longed for the day she could leave with Brittany in tow and they could do whatever they wanted, albeit have a quiet uninterrupted life together. That was Santana’s dream, but she knew all too well, dreams didn’t always come true. “San.” Brittany said, cutting through the brunette’s thoughts.
“I heard you Britt.”
“Are you going to say anything?” the blonde asked.
“What do you want me to say?” The Latina snapped.
“I want you to say what you want to say, not what I want you to say.” Brittany explained with a slight frown.
“I don’t . . .” Santana began. Brittany looked at the confusion on the brunette’s face. She leaned over and kissed Santana, her lips moving slowly against the Latina’s luscious lips. Santana groaned, her breath hitching as the blonde rolled over fully on top of her best friend. Brittany forced her tongue into Santana’s mouth, the brunette happily obliging, she found her hands wrapping around Brittany’s waist, pulling her closer into her body. Brittany had one hand tangled in silken brunette locks, the other placed firmly against Santana’s taut stomach, slowly moving up her body. The kiss was deep, and sensual, Brittany poured everything she had into it, concentrating on showing Santana what she had to give her. It wasn’t just pleasure and passion, but truth and love. The blonde often had a difficulty communicating with words, but this was a language she knew or hoped the Latina would understand. Brittany reluctantly pulled away upon feeling Santana’s hand cup her spanks underneath her cheerio’s skirt. “What are you doing?” Santana asked. “Don’t stop.” She said, her breath laboured, her eyelids heavy with lust.
“I’m not having sex with you.” Brittany replied with ease.
“What? Why not?”Santana said, her eyes shooting open, glaring at Brittany.
“You just had sex with Puck. I am not having sex with you.” The blonde tried again. “I haven’t had sex with anyone else in weeks. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else. I just want you.” Brittany revealed painfully. She watched as different emotions danced across the profound brown eyes before her, willing for one emotion to settle, for it to be one she longed to see. Santana’s mouth opened and closed. To say Santana was confused was an understatement. Brittany slowly rolled off of the Latina. “Can you leave now?” Brittany asked as she stood forlornly beside the bed. Santana sat up, her hair dishevelled, her eyes trained on the blonde.
“I don’t know how to.” Santana replied, with brutal naked truth, exactly what she was referring to was beyond even her own mind.
“You just like stand up and walk.” Brittany said with a disbelieving shrug. And that was it. Santana took her instruction, rising from the bed, swinging her legs over the edge and standing up. She briefly linked pinkies with Brittany, a simple gesture of love before she left the tearful blonde.
xoxox
“Hey Riz.” Puck said, sauntering up to Santana and throwing an arm over her shoulder. “Wanna hickie from Kenicke?” the Latina rolled her eyes.
“Oh pur-lease.” She replied. Puck proceeded to inch closer to the brunette, his lips now millimetres from Santana’s neck. She held up a hand, not quite touching his chest. “That was not an invitation.” Puckerman huffed.
“You’re still coming to mine after school though right?”
“I’ll have to consult my hectic social calendar.” Santana replied breezily.
“I’ll see you at five.” Noah laughed with a wink before leaving the Latina at her locker. ‘Unlikely’ thought the brunette as images of her favourite blonde cheerleader passed through her mind. Brittany was mad at her and she had some serious thinking and grovelling to do.
xoxox
Part 2