Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty

[iwannabedirty]

Who: moretalented and iwannabedirty
What: Happenings
Where: McKinley High
When: Post "Toucha Toucha Touch Me"
Episode: 2x05 Rocky Horror Glee Show
Rating: Start with PG-13 and we'll see

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[moretalented]

Brittany was laughing as they twirled and danced their way down the hallway, feeling lighter than she'd felt since everything had happened. Things between the two of them had been so...off since that day in her bedroom with the duet suggestion. And even more so since she'd started 'dating' Artie. They'd formed some kind of truce of sorts and had been kind of working on rebuilding at least the friendship part of their 'relationship'. As much as they could anyway. Brittany wasn't quite ready to fully give in and forgive Santana for what she'd done. Even if she wanted to more than anything

[iwannabedirty]

Realistically, Santana should have expected Brittany to turn her away, but she hadn't. She wasn't used to this, Brittany saying no to her. Brittany didn't say no to her, unless she thought something was very wrong or dangerous, and in most of those cases, Santana had found the blonde to be right so she'd learned to listen. But this wasn't dangerous and, in her mind, it certainly wasn't wrong. She couldn't care less about Brittany's ridiculous "relationship" with Artie and had gone so far as to try to convince Artie that Brittany was using her. After the little Facebook spat she'd had with Artie, she wasn't entirely convinced they weren't using each other. What Artie had said felt scripted to her.

So, when Brittany pushed her away, she was torn between feeling angry and hurt. Really, she had no right to be either, after the way she'd treated Brittany. She worked to put on her usual bitch face and smirked at the blonde. "Who's here to stop us?"

[moretalented]

Chewing her bottom lip nervously, Brittany's stomach tightened anxiously as she saw the weight of her words register on the Latina's face. She never said no to Santana. The words felt foreign even coming out of her mouth. The only time she'd even remotely come close to saying 'no' had been after the incident in her bedroom when she'd seen Santana in the hallway and made it clear she wasn't letting her touch certain things anymore. But telling her that and staying away from her was much easier than being right here in front of her, pressed back against the lockers after just being kissed

[iwannabedirty]

Brittany was turning her down. Weakly, since she couldn't make eye contact with Santana or speak very firmly, but she was still being turned down. This was so...weird. Santana didn't know what to do with it. At the comment about 'a boyfriend', Santana stepped fully away from Brittany, dropping her hand. "Fine," she said darkly, though everything inside of her wanted to say something more along the lines of 'fuck Wheels, who needs him.' She hated this, how jealous she was and how much she really did want to push Artie off a cliff or rip his arms off, or hell, do both. She wasn't supposed to be jealous when it came to Brittany. Hell, even the possessive thing with Puck was mostly an act. Santana Lopez didn't get jealous. Or hurt.

She flashed Brittany a fake smile and nodded down the hall. "Let's go. I have to get you home still, right?"

[moretalented]

Brittany sucked in a breath that bordered a gasp as Santana abruptly stepped away from her. Instantly, the blonde missed the contact and her heart clenched with sadness. But she had to do this. She had to. Even if there was a really big part of her that just wanted to give in and tell Artie she couldn't do it, she wasn't strong enough. Then again, she had just said no and she never thought she would ever be able to do that. Brittany's brow furrowed and her lips pulled downward into a frown as Santana said it was 'fine', even though her tone and demeanor said otherwise. But just as quickly as she'd let that small amount of vulnerability show, it was gone with a smile replacing it. One that even Brittany knew wasn't completely genuine

[iwannabedirty]

Santana was hit with the strongest urge in the world to just apologize. She knew, and had known the second she did it, that she was making a big deal out of nothing. She could have just asked Brittany to choose another song instead of freaking out on her because it was a big lesbian proclamation song. Maybe she and Brittany would have won the competition if they'd just chosen another song and worked their hardest on it. She and Mercedes had put so much work into their duet and Quinn and Sam's lame-ass performance had still won. Maybe she and Britt would've won. She shook her head slightly to dispel those thoughts, just in time to hear Brittany talking about being hungry.

Santana bit back a sigh. After being rejected like that, she wasn't sure her little facade would last through a dinner with Brittany. She looked at the blonde carefully before looking back down the hallway and giving a short nod. "Yeah. What do you want?" she asked quietly, pushing open the door that would lead them out to the parking lot.

[moretalented]

"I don't know." Brittany said as they exited the school, making their way out to the parking lot. She shivered a bit as the cool air hit her skin, wishing she would've remembered to bring her jacket. She always forgot it. Well, honestly, she always forgot a lot of things, but right now her jacket was what she was thinking about. Next time she would have to put it in her bag so she wouldn't forget it. "Ooh, we could get ice cream!" She nodded eagerly. "Or like, a sundae or something. We could totally share it!"

Yeah, she was acting like that incident in the hall hadn't just happened. But, it was easier that way.

[iwannabedirty]

"Britt, if you're not gonna eat your mom's dinner, you need real food." Santana looked at Brittany with a tired smile, burying the urge to go for another kiss. One rejection in a night was enough for her. "We can get ice cream or something after dinner. Where do you wanna go? Or should we pick something up?" She was always semi-mothering Brittany, because the Pierces kind of sucked at it.

[moretalented]

Brittany scrunched her nose up, she didn't want real food, she wanted ice cream. But she knew if she wanted ice cream, she was going to have to eat real food first. Nobody cared at her house, she could eat ice cream or gummi bears and no one would even notice. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes her mom did make them all eat dinner together, but usually what she cooked was gross. At least to Brittany it was.

"I don't care." She shrugged, finally glancing over at Santana as they made their way to her car. "What do you want to do?" As usual, she was defaulting to Santana to make the decisions. She wasn't supposed to be doing that anymore! Old habits die hard though.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana was completely unsurprised by Brittany's response. Brittany always turned to her to make decisions, and most of the time, she didn't mind, because she knew Brittany had a hard time deciding for herself. But now it was a little bit annoying. She was sixteen; she needed to be making decisions for herself. Hell, she'd made a decision herself when she'd done all this shit with Artie. Santana clenched her jaw a bit and unlocked her car, grabbing her bag and Brittany's and tossing them in the trunk. "You need to decide for yourself," she said, a little too sharply, sliding into the driver's seat.

[moretalented]

As Santana snapped at her, Brittany frowned deeply and stood there for a minute before finally sliding into the passenger side of the car. Securing the seat belt, she sat there quietly for a minute before speaking up. "You can just take me home." She said, not looking over at Santana, but out her window instead. This was a bad idea and now she just wanted to go home.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana sighed, backing out of the parking lot. She just kept fucking up and hurting Brittany's feelings, and she was really beginning to hate herself for it. If she wanted Brittany to leave Wheels and be with her again, she needed to behave and be nice.

"Babe, no. I'm sorry. I'll take you to Breadstix, alright? Or Applebee's or something?" she offered.

[moretalented]

Brittany kept her gaze fixed on the scenery outside her window, not daring a look over at Santana. This was so hard! Harder than she thought it would be. She almost pulled her phone out to text Artie for some kind of moral support or whatever it was called. The blonde could feel herself faltering and she needed his pep talk right now to remind her she couldn't give in. But she didn't do it. She didn't really have a chance before Santana spoke again.

Turning to look over at her, Brittany studied her for a minute. God, Santana was so super hot and Brittany got those butterflies she always got whenever she was around her. "You don't have to." She finally said, regaining a little of her resolve. "I can just eat what my mom's fixing even if it is gross."

[iwannabedirty]

"I am not such a huge bitch that I'm gonna make you eat whatever shit your mother cooks," Santana replied. She knew from experience that when Mrs. Pierce decided she was going to make dinner, it didn't come out as anything even remotely appetizing. And she needed to make up for being such a giant bitch -- twice in one night. "I'll take you to Applebee's, alright? They have good food." Maybe not fantastic but hundreds times better than the food she'd be getting at home.

[moretalented]

"Good, because that would really suck." Brittany replied. It was true, her mom really wasn't that great of a cook. But sometimes she would still eat it, just so she wouldn't hurt her feelings. She had a feeling her dad and her little sister did the same. Nobody wanted to tell her how disgusting it really was. If Brittany knew how to cook and could be trusted alone in the kitchen without some sort of disaster happening, she would totally cook for her family. Thankfully more often than not, Santana rescued her from having to eat whatever nightmare her mom tried to fix.

Nodding, the smile returned to Brittany's face and she actually allowed herself to meet Santana's eyes. "Applebee's would be awesome! Can we tell them it's my birthday again so we can get a free desert to share?"

[iwannabedirty]

Santana had to grin at that. She knew the servers no longer bought that it was either of their birthdays, but if they got the right server, the guy who wouldn't stop staring at her boobs even before the surgery, they'd get whatever dessert Brittany wanted. "Sure, Britt," she agreed easily, pulling into the Applebee's parking lot.