Fic: Glee is the Word (Extended) Part 2 of 2
“Hey Britt-Britt I think we need to talk.” Santana said into the mouth piece as the blonde answered the phone wearily.
“I think we’ve talked enough.” The cheerleader replied.
“I don’t think we have. I need to explain.” The brunette stated with slight frustration.
“Santana, you need to show me, sometimes your words don’t mean anything.” Brittany sighed, “You know how I feel.”
“I know.”
“So is that it?” the blonde asked.
“Can I come over?” Santana pleaded. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what happened yesterday. I missed you today.”
“I’m still mad at you.” Brittany replied, “Did you go to Puck’s after school?”
“No Britt, I swear.” Santana stated.
“Ok, come over. But we’re just going to run lines.” The blonde explained. Santana smiled, it was a start at least.
xoxox
“What are you doing?” Brittany asked.
“I’m getting ready to rehearse.” Santana said.
“Why are you taking your skirt off? Is this the scene where Sandy and Rizzo have sex?” the blonde asked. Santana shrugged.
“Not normally.” She said with a smirk. “You need to put more clothes on Britt-Britt.”
“But I’m already wearing sweats.”
“Meh, I guess it will have to do, I highly doubt you own a head to toe nightgown.” The Latina responded, to which Brittany laughed. “No, I thought not.”
“Are you going to sing now?” Brittany asked sweetly, twirling her blonde tresses around her finger. She was laying back on the bed, watching Santana prepare for her scene. The Latina nodded her agreement as she began to sing.
Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee [Santana sauntered over to the bed, her eyelids heavy with desire]
lousy with virginity [the Latina smirked as she climbed onto the bed]
Won't go to bed till I'm legally wed, [she moved to straddle the blonde as Brittany lay watching with a smirk]
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee [Santana gasped dramatically, her hand covering her mouth feigning shock]
Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day, [The Latina wiggled her hips, the blonde giggled below her]
I was not brought up that way [lurching forward, she rubbed noses with Brittany]
Won't come across, even Rock Hudson lost his heart to Doris Day [“sounds familiar.” Brittany muttered, earning a frown from Santana.]
I don't drink or swear, [Brittany was chuckling beneath the Latina, this song couldn’t be more opposite to how they were in real life]
I won't rat my hair, [Santana sang shaking her head]
I get ill from one cigarette [The Latina imitated Rizzo from the movie, placing her hand over her chest and feigning a cough]
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers [she exaggerated in a Southern accent whilst playfully tugging at the waistband on the blonde’s sweats]
Would you pull that crap with Annette? [“She is a lesbian.” Brittany gasped, her eyes wide, Santana smiled at the blonde’s words]
As for you, Brittany Pierce, I know what you wanna do [“San, that’s not the words and it doesn’t rhyme.” The blonde was cut off with Santana’s finger pressed firmly against her mouth]
You got your crust, I'm no object of lust, [Santana rolled off of Brittany, pulling the blonde on top of her.]
I'm just plain Sandra Dee [she gazed lovingly into the blonde’s amused blue eyes]
Brittany, Brittany, you’ve got me, keep that pelvis on top of me [Santana sang incorrectly, her hands tugging at the blonde’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer]
Just keep your cool, now you're starting to drool . . .
Brittany lost all resolve and smothered Santana’s lips with her own, unwilling to let the brunette complete the song. The Latina hummed with pleasure as the blonde had her pinned to the bed, her lips moving along her jaw and down to her neck. Brown eyes rolled backwards and her eyes closed whilst the other girl licked, nipped and sucked on her soft skin. One hand had sneaked up Santana’s shirt, the blonde gasped upon finding the brunette braless, a seductive smirk passed her lips as they reattached themselves to the soft flesh beneath her. Her hand paying close attention to Santana’s ample breast, she cupped and squeezed causing the girl to wriggle beneath her. This was the Latina’s favourite place in the whole world, trapped between a horny Brittany and the plush mattress. She gasped as her hardened nipple was tweaked by the blonde’s long fingers. She then yelped as Brittany thrust her thigh high between the Latina’s legs, the contact heightening Santana’s pleasure.
“More.” The word stumbled from her dry mouth, desperate for the other girl to touch her. Brittany abruptly stopped what she was doing, tilting her head to the side and looked at the brunette thoughtfully.
“This isn’t in the script.” Brittany stated and hastily jumped off the Latina and onto the floor. Santana stared incredulously at the blonde.
“Britt?” she asked, leaning up on her elbows.
“I’m a professional.” Brittany replied. “Deal with it.” She replied, picking the discarded script up from the carpet.
Santana sighed and fell backwards onto the bed, the other girl clearly still punishing her for her recent tryst with Puck. It seemed a grand gesture would be the only way to make it up to Brittany, what that grand gesture would be was another matter entirely.
xoxox
“You have to dye your hair pink.” Brittany stated over the cafeteria table.
“What?” Quinn asked incredulously. “I do not.”
“Frenchie has pink hair, right San?” the taller blonde noted.
“Sure does.” The Latina smirked.
“I am not dying my hair.” Quinn stated with finality and an accompanying huff.
“Could be worse.” Brittany began, “I have to kiss Sam.” the blonde squealed in disbelief.
“Yep, you have to pucker up to that trouty mouth.” Santana laughed, “Rather you than me.”
“Hey, that’s my boyfriend.” Quinn piped up.
“Rather Sam than Puck.” Brittany replied crinkling her nose in disgust.
“Rather Puck than Berry.” The Latina stated, before both girls fell about laughing. Finally Quinn relented and joined in the laughter.
xoxox
The auditorium was quiet, aside from the gentle chitter chatter of the New Directions members, until Mr Schuester spoke up.
“Ok guys, let’s get started with a song from Grease, I’ve been working on the arrangement for Sandy.” Will began.
“I don’t need arranging.” Brittany said looking around. Santana patted her leg instinctively, only to withdraw it following the scowl the blonde sent her. Neither the phone conversation nor the attempted seduction had gone as planned the previous night. Everything the brunette tried to say came out wrong, and when she did say what she intended, in a roundabout way, Brittany was misunderstanding. The blonde had become frustrated with herself and with Santana and suggested they spoke the next day. So far it hadn’t happened. And clearly showing the blonde how she felt with a devious seduction plan hadn’t worked either.
“Sam?” when there was no response, eyes searched frantically for the blonde in question. “Does anyone know where Sam is?”
“Or Quinn.” Santana smirked, “Head Bitch isn’t here either.” She said suggestively.
“That’s enough Santana.” Will replied. “And as we have no Danny, we need a volunteer.”
“Santana should do it.” Kurt smirked. “She seems to know everything Grease.” The Latina stared incredulously at the boy before her.
“Good plan Kurt. Santana?” Will pointed at the brunette, and gestured for her to take her place.
The music began, Santana frowned, remembering the scene well, she felt sympathy for Danny, she could take her own experience and pour the emotion into the song, maybe this way Brittany would understand how she felt.
Stranded at the drive-in
Branded a fool
What will they say Monday at school?
Sandy can't you see I'm in misery
We made a start now we’re apart
There's nothing left for me
Love has flown all alone
I sit and wonder why-yi-yi-yi oh
Why, you left me oh Sandy
Oh Sandy, baby, someday when high-yi school is done
Somehow, someway, our two worlds will be one
In heaven, forever and ever we will be
Oh please say you'll stay oh Sandy
Sandy my darling you hurt me real bad
You know it's true
But baby you gotta believe me when I say
I'm helpless without you
Love has flown all alone
I sit, I wonder why-yi-yi-yi oh
Why, you left me oh Sandy
Sandy, Sandy,
why-yi-yi-yi-yi
Oh Sandy
Mouths hung open, Santana starred at her white Cheerio’s sneakers, she closed her eyes, her heart pounded, the pulse loud in her ears. Reluctantly she looked up, just as a burst of applause came from the minute audience in front of her. She was only interested in one reaction, her eyes sought out the familiar blonde, she remained seated as everyone else was stood around her. Santana could make out a shy smile. The Latina jumped off the stage and slowly made her way up the aisle.
“Great job Santana.” Will said, patting her on the back as she passed, “If you perform your own songs like that you’ll be a star.” He encouraged, however the words fell on deaf ears as she made her way back to her seat.
“You sang to me.” Brittany said as the Latina settled in beside her. “You weren’t Danny, you weren’t singing to Sandy you were singing to me.” She concluded quietly.
“You’re my girl.” Santana whispered, trying to drown out the rambling of one Will Schuester.
“I’m your girl.” Brittany said, a smile tugging at her lips.
“You are.”
“That was really lucky.” Brittany said, a pensive frown across her features.
“What was?”
“Sam disappearing and you being picked to sing his song.”
“Wasn’t it just?” Santana said, a smirk adorning her face. She glanced behind her, earning a secretive wink from Kurt.
xoxox
“Help! Help!” Quinn shouted, pounding on the door.
“It’s no use.” Sam sighed, “No one can hear us.”
“Damn it!” Quinn cursed. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised if you had this whole thing planned out.” Sam backed up in the small space, his back hitting the wall behind him, hands raised defensively in front of his face.
“No, I swear, I had nothing to do with this.” He defended. Quinn eyed him suspiciously before sitting on a box.
“Fine, whatever, but you’re going to get us out of here.” She ordered.
xoxox
The Cheerio’s walked out of the auditorium, pinkies linked, talking animatedly to one another with excitement. It was the usual nonsensical the two would chat about, giggling and laughing as they went. They had decided to talk properly away from eavesdroppers and in each other’s own company.
“Hey, wait up.” A voice called from behind. They both turned to see Puck jogging towards them through the parking lot. “You girls want some company tonight?” Brittany’s eyes narrowed, she looked at Santana, studying her closely, eagerly awaiting the brunette’s response.
“No.” The Latina said, wiping the smirk from the football players face. She shrugged in way of response and winked at Brittany as she threaded her fingers through the blonde’s. “I got all I need right here.” She said quietly. Her reward was a beaming smile.
xoxox
Brittany was playing with the brunette’s hair, swirling the silken locks through her fingers as Santana lay with her head on the blonde’s shoulder.
“Are we on the same page?” Santana asked as she dozed lightly, enjoying the feel of Brittany’s breathing against her cheek.
“Are we running lines?”
“No babe.” Santana said with a slight chuckle, not to disparage the blonde, but sometimes, the things she said were so endearing. The Latina reached up and stroked Brittany’s face lightly with her fingers. “I have a question.” Santana proposed.
“Ok.” Brittany replied.
“Do you,” the Latina began, “Do you . . .” she couldn’t quite formulate the words.
“I love you.” Brittany stated simply, looking down at Santana. The brunette turned her head and gazed up at the clear blue eyes that stared back. “I love you San.” Brittany repeated, the sincerity shining through her orbs.
“I,” Santana tried to swallow the lump in her throat, “I, I love you too Britt.” She managed before burying her head into the crook of Brittany’s neck. “Britt?” Santana asked with a muffled voice, she felt a hand stroke up and down her back, soothing her obvious nerves.
“Yeah?”
“Will you go on a date with me?” the brunette asked, her voice small and timid. The hand on her back stilled, she felt the blonde shift beneath her.
“Of course I will go on a date with you.” Brittany said.
“Why did you hesitate?” Santana asked.
“If we date, does it mean we have to stop having sex?” the blonde asked, her voice quivering. Santana’s head shot up.
“No!” she said quickly, “It means,” the Latina began, she covered Brittany’s body with her own, “this,” she pointed at herself, “is yours, and this,” Santana said seductively, stroking her fingertips down the front of Brittany’s body, “is mine and no one elses. So, you can have me and make love to me whenever you want.” The Latina cooed as she wiggled further into the blonde, making herself more comfortable.
“You’re the one that I want . . .” Brittany spontaneously burst into song, earning a giggle from the brunette, “Ooh ooh ooh honey.”
“We have a lot to be thankful to Grease for.” Santana said, “Now how about you show me some of those sweet lady kisses of yours.” Brittany beamed and closed the gap between, capturing Santana’s lips in a searing kiss.
xoxox
“I can’t get it on.” The blonde whined.
“Shhh.”
“San, it’s stuck.” Brittany complained further.
“Come here,” Santana began, pulling the blonde toward her.
“You’re going to rip it.”
“I’m not, I know what I’m doing.” The Latina smiled reassuringly.
“I don’t think you do.” Brittany replied, “Taking clothes off is your speciality, not putting them on, especially on me.” Santana laughed heartily. “Shh,” Brittany chastised, “The audience will here you.”
“Stand still.” Santana demanded as she bent down. “These leggings are impossibly tight.” She said with a strained voice as she pulled them up the blonde’s legs. “Wow.” She said, “I never thought I’d be in this position trying to dress you.”
“See, I told you!” Brittany said as Santana pulled the leggings the rest of the way.
“How does that feel?”
“I can’t wait for you to take them off.” The blonde replied.
“Me either.” Santana smirked.
“You two can have your fun later, we need to hurry up.” Quinn said from the other curtain. Santana rolled her eyes.
“Top?” Santana asked Brittany.
“Over there.” Santana turned and bent over to pick the tight black top up from the floor. Before straightening, she squealed as Brittany placed her hands firmly on her ass, squeezing firmly.
“Jeez Britt, not now.” Santana groaned. She stood and turned into the blonde’s waiting arms, giving her a sweet, rushed kiss before hugging her tightly. “Later, hot celebratory sex, I promise.”
“If I’m going to look and act sexy, I need to feel sexy.” Brittany purred into her ear. “It’s too bad Sandy and Rizzo don’t have sex.” She said.
“You are sexy Britt. You’re the hottest person I know.”
“Touch me.” Brittany hissed into the brunette’s ear.
“B . . .” Santana warned. The blonde took the Latina’s hand and placed it at the waistband of her leggings. “B, my hand will not get down there.” Santana laughed, but was cut off when she felt a hand sneak up her skirt and into her panties. “Oh shit.” The brunette hissed, “Britt, we can’t . . . arh . . .”
“Places guys.” A voice called from behind the changing curtains.
“Fuck.” Santana hissed as Brittany quickly withdrew her hand. The brunette snapped into action, holding the top up. “Arms, up, now.” She ordered and roughly pulled the top over Brittany’s head and down her body. “There, hot as fuck.” The Latina admired. “Shoes.” She ordered, watching the blonde grow taller as she stepped into the heels. “Perfect.” Santana grabbed a hold of the blonde’s hand and pulled her from the curtain, a barrage of bemused faces appeared before them. “She’s a method actor.” Santana shrugged and pulled the blonde passed them.
xoxox
“Guys that was sensational.” Mr Schuester beamed with overenthusiastic pride.
“Thanks Mr Schue.” Finn replied as enthusiastic as his teacher.
“How about we go celebrate at Breadstix?” the teacher asked excitedly. There was a chorus of ‘whoops’ and ‘yeses’ apart from two. A pair of crystal blue eyes looked piercingly into warm brown.
“You guys don’t want to go to Breadstix?” Mercedes asked with astonishment.
“We have . . . plans.” Santana replied.
“We’re going to do the scene that should have been in the movie.” Brittany stated matter-of-factly.
“Britt . . .” Santana started. “We actually have a date.” She mumbled.
“A date?” a choir sang in unison.
“Yes, a date. And this goes no further.” Santana said, pointing her finger around the group accusingly. Several defensive pairs of hands flew up.
“That’s great news you guys.”
“Thanks Mr Schue.” Brittany smiled widely and bounced on the balls of her feet.
“Why haven’t you changed out of your costume?” Rachel asked innocently. Brittany’s eyes met Santana’s as the Latina smirked. “Oh.” The petite brunette as she watched the exchange.
“We have to go.” Santana said, taking a hold of Brittany’s hand, “Come on Britts.”
“Bye guys. I’m going to make love to my girlfriend.” Brittany waved behind her as Santana groaned and dragged her girlfriend out of the school and to the safe haven of her bedroom. However open Brittany was about her relationship with Santana, the Latina wouldn’t have it any other way and would deal with any consequences as when they would arise.
xoxox
Look at me,
There has to be something more than what they see
Wholesome and pure,
Oh so scared and unsure, a pawn then,
Sandra Dee Sandy,
You must start anew,
Don't you know what you must do
Hold your head high,
Take a deep breath and sigh
Goodbye to Sandra Dee
Brittany smiled sweetly as she softly sang the last of the words to a dozing Santana. The events over the past few weeks had somehow rung true. The Latina smiled lazily in her post coital state. She knew Brittany was singing about her, she had felt it as the blonde had performed the song on the stage. The words hitting home harder than she could have imagined. For so long Santana had fought against her own feelings and the right to be happy in favour of a miserable life which she had persuaded herself was for the best. Being a bitch did not come naturally to Santana Lopez, it had taken her years to build the reputation along with the protective wall around her heart. So rehearsed was she that the brunette often forget who she once was, who the real Santana Lopez could be. She knew that every encounter she shared with Brittany, the blonde would take away a proverbial brick with her every time, and was recently feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable. However, it had taken a lot more strength to admit that she was in love with the blonde than it had to build and maintain her image. Yet here she was, the love her life laying with her head on her shoulder, blonde hair tickling her collarbone, soft finger tips drawing random patterns on her stomach, warm breath caressing her chest. This was Santana Lopez starting anew, she knew exactly what she must do. Tomorrow would be the start of her new life with Brittany, she would hold her head high, take a deep breath and sigh as they would face the world together, where she felt they belonged. She hugged the blonde tightly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before resting against the soft golden tresses.
“You make me want to be a better person B.”
“I think we’ve talked enough.” The cheerleader replied.
“I don’t think we have. I need to explain.” The brunette stated with slight frustration.
“Santana, you need to show me, sometimes your words don’t mean anything.” Brittany sighed, “You know how I feel.”
“I know.”
“So is that it?” the blonde asked.
“Can I come over?” Santana pleaded. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what happened yesterday. I missed you today.”
“I’m still mad at you.” Brittany replied, “Did you go to Puck’s after school?”
“No Britt, I swear.” Santana stated.
“Ok, come over. But we’re just going to run lines.” The blonde explained. Santana smiled, it was a start at least.
xoxox
“What are you doing?” Brittany asked.
“I’m getting ready to rehearse.” Santana said.
“Why are you taking your skirt off? Is this the scene where Sandy and Rizzo have sex?” the blonde asked. Santana shrugged.
“Not normally.” She said with a smirk. “You need to put more clothes on Britt-Britt.”
“But I’m already wearing sweats.”
“Meh, I guess it will have to do, I highly doubt you own a head to toe nightgown.” The Latina responded, to which Brittany laughed. “No, I thought not.”
“Are you going to sing now?” Brittany asked sweetly, twirling her blonde tresses around her finger. She was laying back on the bed, watching Santana prepare for her scene. The Latina nodded her agreement as she began to sing.
Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee [Santana sauntered over to the bed, her eyelids heavy with desire]
lousy with virginity [the Latina smirked as she climbed onto the bed]
Won't go to bed till I'm legally wed, [she moved to straddle the blonde as Brittany lay watching with a smirk]
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee [Santana gasped dramatically, her hand covering her mouth feigning shock]
Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day, [The Latina wiggled her hips, the blonde giggled below her]
I was not brought up that way [lurching forward, she rubbed noses with Brittany]
Won't come across, even Rock Hudson lost his heart to Doris Day [“sounds familiar.” Brittany muttered, earning a frown from Santana.]
I don't drink or swear, [Brittany was chuckling beneath the Latina, this song couldn’t be more opposite to how they were in real life]
I won't rat my hair, [Santana sang shaking her head]
I get ill from one cigarette [The Latina imitated Rizzo from the movie, placing her hand over her chest and feigning a cough]
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers [she exaggerated in a Southern accent whilst playfully tugging at the waistband on the blonde’s sweats]
Would you pull that crap with Annette? [“She is a lesbian.” Brittany gasped, her eyes wide, Santana smiled at the blonde’s words]
As for you, Brittany Pierce, I know what you wanna do [“San, that’s not the words and it doesn’t rhyme.” The blonde was cut off with Santana’s finger pressed firmly against her mouth]
You got your crust, I'm no object of lust, [Santana rolled off of Brittany, pulling the blonde on top of her.]
I'm just plain Sandra Dee [she gazed lovingly into the blonde’s amused blue eyes]
Brittany, Brittany, you’ve got me, keep that pelvis on top of me [Santana sang incorrectly, her hands tugging at the blonde’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer]
Just keep your cool, now you're starting to drool . . .
Brittany lost all resolve and smothered Santana’s lips with her own, unwilling to let the brunette complete the song. The Latina hummed with pleasure as the blonde had her pinned to the bed, her lips moving along her jaw and down to her neck. Brown eyes rolled backwards and her eyes closed whilst the other girl licked, nipped and sucked on her soft skin. One hand had sneaked up Santana’s shirt, the blonde gasped upon finding the brunette braless, a seductive smirk passed her lips as they reattached themselves to the soft flesh beneath her. Her hand paying close attention to Santana’s ample breast, she cupped and squeezed causing the girl to wriggle beneath her. This was the Latina’s favourite place in the whole world, trapped between a horny Brittany and the plush mattress. She gasped as her hardened nipple was tweaked by the blonde’s long fingers. She then yelped as Brittany thrust her thigh high between the Latina’s legs, the contact heightening Santana’s pleasure.
“More.” The word stumbled from her dry mouth, desperate for the other girl to touch her. Brittany abruptly stopped what she was doing, tilting her head to the side and looked at the brunette thoughtfully.
“This isn’t in the script.” Brittany stated and hastily jumped off the Latina and onto the floor. Santana stared incredulously at the blonde.
“Britt?” she asked, leaning up on her elbows.
“I’m a professional.” Brittany replied. “Deal with it.” She replied, picking the discarded script up from the carpet.
Santana sighed and fell backwards onto the bed, the other girl clearly still punishing her for her recent tryst with Puck. It seemed a grand gesture would be the only way to make it up to Brittany, what that grand gesture would be was another matter entirely.
xoxox
“You have to dye your hair pink.” Brittany stated over the cafeteria table.
“What?” Quinn asked incredulously. “I do not.”
“Frenchie has pink hair, right San?” the taller blonde noted.
“Sure does.” The Latina smirked.
“I am not dying my hair.” Quinn stated with finality and an accompanying huff.
“Could be worse.” Brittany began, “I have to kiss Sam.” the blonde squealed in disbelief.
“Yep, you have to pucker up to that trouty mouth.” Santana laughed, “Rather you than me.”
“Hey, that’s my boyfriend.” Quinn piped up.
“Rather Sam than Puck.” Brittany replied crinkling her nose in disgust.
“Rather Puck than Berry.” The Latina stated, before both girls fell about laughing. Finally Quinn relented and joined in the laughter.
xoxox
The auditorium was quiet, aside from the gentle chitter chatter of the New Directions members, until Mr Schuester spoke up.
“Ok guys, let’s get started with a song from Grease, I’ve been working on the arrangement for Sandy.” Will began.
“I don’t need arranging.” Brittany said looking around. Santana patted her leg instinctively, only to withdraw it following the scowl the blonde sent her. Neither the phone conversation nor the attempted seduction had gone as planned the previous night. Everything the brunette tried to say came out wrong, and when she did say what she intended, in a roundabout way, Brittany was misunderstanding. The blonde had become frustrated with herself and with Santana and suggested they spoke the next day. So far it hadn’t happened. And clearly showing the blonde how she felt with a devious seduction plan hadn’t worked either.
“Sam?” when there was no response, eyes searched frantically for the blonde in question. “Does anyone know where Sam is?”
“Or Quinn.” Santana smirked, “Head Bitch isn’t here either.” She said suggestively.
“That’s enough Santana.” Will replied. “And as we have no Danny, we need a volunteer.”
“Santana should do it.” Kurt smirked. “She seems to know everything Grease.” The Latina stared incredulously at the boy before her.
“Good plan Kurt. Santana?” Will pointed at the brunette, and gestured for her to take her place.
The music began, Santana frowned, remembering the scene well, she felt sympathy for Danny, she could take her own experience and pour the emotion into the song, maybe this way Brittany would understand how she felt.
Stranded at the drive-in
Branded a fool
What will they say Monday at school?
Sandy can't you see I'm in misery
We made a start now we’re apart
There's nothing left for me
Love has flown all alone
I sit and wonder why-yi-yi-yi oh
Why, you left me oh Sandy
Oh Sandy, baby, someday when high-yi school is done
Somehow, someway, our two worlds will be one
In heaven, forever and ever we will be
Oh please say you'll stay oh Sandy
Sandy my darling you hurt me real bad
You know it's true
But baby you gotta believe me when I say
I'm helpless without you
Love has flown all alone
I sit, I wonder why-yi-yi-yi oh
Why, you left me oh Sandy
Sandy, Sandy,
why-yi-yi-yi-yi
Oh Sandy
Mouths hung open, Santana starred at her white Cheerio’s sneakers, she closed her eyes, her heart pounded, the pulse loud in her ears. Reluctantly she looked up, just as a burst of applause came from the minute audience in front of her. She was only interested in one reaction, her eyes sought out the familiar blonde, she remained seated as everyone else was stood around her. Santana could make out a shy smile. The Latina jumped off the stage and slowly made her way up the aisle.
“Great job Santana.” Will said, patting her on the back as she passed, “If you perform your own songs like that you’ll be a star.” He encouraged, however the words fell on deaf ears as she made her way back to her seat.
“You sang to me.” Brittany said as the Latina settled in beside her. “You weren’t Danny, you weren’t singing to Sandy you were singing to me.” She concluded quietly.
“You’re my girl.” Santana whispered, trying to drown out the rambling of one Will Schuester.
“I’m your girl.” Brittany said, a smile tugging at her lips.
“You are.”
“That was really lucky.” Brittany said, a pensive frown across her features.
“What was?”
“Sam disappearing and you being picked to sing his song.”
“Wasn’t it just?” Santana said, a smirk adorning her face. She glanced behind her, earning a secretive wink from Kurt.
xoxox
“Help! Help!” Quinn shouted, pounding on the door.
“It’s no use.” Sam sighed, “No one can hear us.”
“Damn it!” Quinn cursed. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised if you had this whole thing planned out.” Sam backed up in the small space, his back hitting the wall behind him, hands raised defensively in front of his face.
“No, I swear, I had nothing to do with this.” He defended. Quinn eyed him suspiciously before sitting on a box.
“Fine, whatever, but you’re going to get us out of here.” She ordered.
xoxox
The Cheerio’s walked out of the auditorium, pinkies linked, talking animatedly to one another with excitement. It was the usual nonsensical the two would chat about, giggling and laughing as they went. They had decided to talk properly away from eavesdroppers and in each other’s own company.
“Hey, wait up.” A voice called from behind. They both turned to see Puck jogging towards them through the parking lot. “You girls want some company tonight?” Brittany’s eyes narrowed, she looked at Santana, studying her closely, eagerly awaiting the brunette’s response.
“No.” The Latina said, wiping the smirk from the football players face. She shrugged in way of response and winked at Brittany as she threaded her fingers through the blonde’s. “I got all I need right here.” She said quietly. Her reward was a beaming smile.
xoxox
Brittany was playing with the brunette’s hair, swirling the silken locks through her fingers as Santana lay with her head on the blonde’s shoulder.
“Are we on the same page?” Santana asked as she dozed lightly, enjoying the feel of Brittany’s breathing against her cheek.
“Are we running lines?”
“No babe.” Santana said with a slight chuckle, not to disparage the blonde, but sometimes, the things she said were so endearing. The Latina reached up and stroked Brittany’s face lightly with her fingers. “I have a question.” Santana proposed.
“Ok.” Brittany replied.
“Do you,” the Latina began, “Do you . . .” she couldn’t quite formulate the words.
“I love you.” Brittany stated simply, looking down at Santana. The brunette turned her head and gazed up at the clear blue eyes that stared back. “I love you San.” Brittany repeated, the sincerity shining through her orbs.
“I,” Santana tried to swallow the lump in her throat, “I, I love you too Britt.” She managed before burying her head into the crook of Brittany’s neck. “Britt?” Santana asked with a muffled voice, she felt a hand stroke up and down her back, soothing her obvious nerves.
“Yeah?”
“Will you go on a date with me?” the brunette asked, her voice small and timid. The hand on her back stilled, she felt the blonde shift beneath her.
“Of course I will go on a date with you.” Brittany said.
“Why did you hesitate?” Santana asked.
“If we date, does it mean we have to stop having sex?” the blonde asked, her voice quivering. Santana’s head shot up.
“No!” she said quickly, “It means,” the Latina began, she covered Brittany’s body with her own, “this,” she pointed at herself, “is yours, and this,” Santana said seductively, stroking her fingertips down the front of Brittany’s body, “is mine and no one elses. So, you can have me and make love to me whenever you want.” The Latina cooed as she wiggled further into the blonde, making herself more comfortable.
“You’re the one that I want . . .” Brittany spontaneously burst into song, earning a giggle from the brunette, “Ooh ooh ooh honey.”
“We have a lot to be thankful to Grease for.” Santana said, “Now how about you show me some of those sweet lady kisses of yours.” Brittany beamed and closed the gap between, capturing Santana’s lips in a searing kiss.
xoxox
“I can’t get it on.” The blonde whined.
“Shhh.”
“San, it’s stuck.” Brittany complained further.
“Come here,” Santana began, pulling the blonde toward her.
“You’re going to rip it.”
“I’m not, I know what I’m doing.” The Latina smiled reassuringly.
“I don’t think you do.” Brittany replied, “Taking clothes off is your speciality, not putting them on, especially on me.” Santana laughed heartily. “Shh,” Brittany chastised, “The audience will here you.”
“Stand still.” Santana demanded as she bent down. “These leggings are impossibly tight.” She said with a strained voice as she pulled them up the blonde’s legs. “Wow.” She said, “I never thought I’d be in this position trying to dress you.”
“See, I told you!” Brittany said as Santana pulled the leggings the rest of the way.
“How does that feel?”
“I can’t wait for you to take them off.” The blonde replied.
“Me either.” Santana smirked.
“You two can have your fun later, we need to hurry up.” Quinn said from the other curtain. Santana rolled her eyes.
“Top?” Santana asked Brittany.
“Over there.” Santana turned and bent over to pick the tight black top up from the floor. Before straightening, she squealed as Brittany placed her hands firmly on her ass, squeezing firmly.
“Jeez Britt, not now.” Santana groaned. She stood and turned into the blonde’s waiting arms, giving her a sweet, rushed kiss before hugging her tightly. “Later, hot celebratory sex, I promise.”
“If I’m going to look and act sexy, I need to feel sexy.” Brittany purred into her ear. “It’s too bad Sandy and Rizzo don’t have sex.” She said.
“You are sexy Britt. You’re the hottest person I know.”
“Touch me.” Brittany hissed into the brunette’s ear.
“B . . .” Santana warned. The blonde took the Latina’s hand and placed it at the waistband of her leggings. “B, my hand will not get down there.” Santana laughed, but was cut off when she felt a hand sneak up her skirt and into her panties. “Oh shit.” The brunette hissed, “Britt, we can’t . . . arh . . .”
“Places guys.” A voice called from behind the changing curtains.
“Fuck.” Santana hissed as Brittany quickly withdrew her hand. The brunette snapped into action, holding the top up. “Arms, up, now.” She ordered and roughly pulled the top over Brittany’s head and down her body. “There, hot as fuck.” The Latina admired. “Shoes.” She ordered, watching the blonde grow taller as she stepped into the heels. “Perfect.” Santana grabbed a hold of the blonde’s hand and pulled her from the curtain, a barrage of bemused faces appeared before them. “She’s a method actor.” Santana shrugged and pulled the blonde passed them.
xoxox
“Guys that was sensational.” Mr Schuester beamed with overenthusiastic pride.
“Thanks Mr Schue.” Finn replied as enthusiastic as his teacher.
“How about we go celebrate at Breadstix?” the teacher asked excitedly. There was a chorus of ‘whoops’ and ‘yeses’ apart from two. A pair of crystal blue eyes looked piercingly into warm brown.
“You guys don’t want to go to Breadstix?” Mercedes asked with astonishment.
“We have . . . plans.” Santana replied.
“We’re going to do the scene that should have been in the movie.” Brittany stated matter-of-factly.
“Britt . . .” Santana started. “We actually have a date.” She mumbled.
“A date?” a choir sang in unison.
“Yes, a date. And this goes no further.” Santana said, pointing her finger around the group accusingly. Several defensive pairs of hands flew up.
“That’s great news you guys.”
“Thanks Mr Schue.” Brittany smiled widely and bounced on the balls of her feet.
“Why haven’t you changed out of your costume?” Rachel asked innocently. Brittany’s eyes met Santana’s as the Latina smirked. “Oh.” The petite brunette as she watched the exchange.
“We have to go.” Santana said, taking a hold of Brittany’s hand, “Come on Britts.”
“Bye guys. I’m going to make love to my girlfriend.” Brittany waved behind her as Santana groaned and dragged her girlfriend out of the school and to the safe haven of her bedroom. However open Brittany was about her relationship with Santana, the Latina wouldn’t have it any other way and would deal with any consequences as when they would arise.
xoxox
Look at me,
There has to be something more than what they see
Wholesome and pure,
Oh so scared and unsure, a pawn then,
Sandra Dee Sandy,
You must start anew,
Don't you know what you must do
Hold your head high,
Take a deep breath and sigh
Goodbye to Sandra Dee
Brittany smiled sweetly as she softly sang the last of the words to a dozing Santana. The events over the past few weeks had somehow rung true. The Latina smiled lazily in her post coital state. She knew Brittany was singing about her, she had felt it as the blonde had performed the song on the stage. The words hitting home harder than she could have imagined. For so long Santana had fought against her own feelings and the right to be happy in favour of a miserable life which she had persuaded herself was for the best. Being a bitch did not come naturally to Santana Lopez, it had taken her years to build the reputation along with the protective wall around her heart. So rehearsed was she that the brunette often forget who she once was, who the real Santana Lopez could be. She knew that every encounter she shared with Brittany, the blonde would take away a proverbial brick with her every time, and was recently feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable. However, it had taken a lot more strength to admit that she was in love with the blonde than it had to build and maintain her image. Yet here she was, the love her life laying with her head on her shoulder, blonde hair tickling her collarbone, soft finger tips drawing random patterns on her stomach, warm breath caressing her chest. This was Santana Lopez starting anew, she knew exactly what she must do. Tomorrow would be the start of her new life with Brittany, she would hold her head high, take a deep breath and sigh as they would face the world together, where she felt they belonged. She hugged the blonde tightly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before resting against the soft golden tresses.
“You make me want to be a better person B.”