Doing It Right (6.5/16)
Title: Doing It Right, Chapter 6: The Spark That Sets It Off, Part 2
Author: creedogv
Rating: M
Summary: Santana has been given the opportunity to correct her past mistakes with Brittany, so she can’t help but take it. After a dark chapter, she thinks she’s finally seeing the light.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Spoilers: 2x07 “The Substitute”
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Santana was finally resolved to the fact that Berry was going to have to be her accomplice. She was the lone dissenter against Ms. Holiday, apparently believing the devil you know is better than the one you don’t. God, the girl has a complex. Later on, Ms. Holiday would win her over, through Broadway unsurprisingly. The lady knew what buttons to push, and Mr. Schue had plenty of buttons for pushing. Didn’t mean that in the sexual sense. Well, now that I think about it, I mostly don’t mean that in the sexual sense.
She had to suffer through Rachel’s blubbering about her turbulent relationship with Finn. Rocky Horror had put him on edge, but even though they’d worked through those issues, things were still raw and Finn’s utter failure to side with her concerning Ms. Holiday put them in another skid. It wasn’t all bad, at least from Santana’s point of view; Puck’s revelation to Finn about the threesome had gotten him to divulge that Rachel was less resistant to pushing the boundaries of their physical relationship. She hadn’t come close to letting him go all the way, but he was making more progress than he probably was before.
It wasn’t just Santana’s normal sexual permissiveness that influenced her views. Right now, she was using sex-making love-to develop her relationship with Brittany, and doing so with both intensity and frequency. There was one caveat: Berry’s willingness to partner up with her for the cause probably meant Finn hadn’t revealed their tryst. Even though it felt like a lifetime ago, it wasn’t; for Santana it was over a year ago; for Finn less; and for Rachel it would be like Finn was rutting with her right before his girlfriend’s eyes.
She made a mental note to add this issue to her checklist. It wasn’t worth her usual machinations, though; she’d simply corner Finn and give him a speech she was already preparing in her head: “Believe it or not, Hudson, but I’ve got your best interest at heart on this. Don’t take your bite-size girlfriend’s virginity until you come clean about us. Right now, she’s imagining some romantic coupling, the mutual bestowal of each other’s innocence, complete with rose petals, silk sheets, and a lavender negligee-Pay attention, Finn, this is important!-and she will never forgive you if she finds out she wasn’t the one to deflower you. I will keep my mouth shut, but understand if you do this wrong, you won’t be the only one to catch the wrath of Berry. Girls are not made out of sugar, spice, and everything fuckin’ nice; they’re made of deranged romantic notions, pure irrationality, and mutilating their rivals on the battlefield.”
So that was why Santana was playing nice to Rachel. The girl had her uses, too; she was aware of the friendship between Ms. Holiday and Coach Sylvester that Santana hadn’t caught onto. It was good information, even if Santana wasn’t sure how to use it, though.
* * *
She should have known by now that most problems would fix themselves if she just trusted the timeline to follow its normal path concerning events she didn’t tinker with. Mercedes had started a riot about the junk food. It was like the girl didn’t realize that Lima was full of fast food restaurants and that even Breadstix had started frying them up for the cooking oil-addicted teens who wanted to get their fix of both potato and pasta in one sitting. Kurt and Quinn had even backed her up. Kurt thought Mercedes was replacing her love life with food, and not having one of his own, decided to join the cause. Quinn did have a relationship, but it seemed important to her to find any common ground with Mercedes to bond over. A flimsy excuse about past pregnancy cravings was enough to endear Mercedes to her. Their support didn’t seem familiar to Santana, but then again the whole junk food disaster hadn’t really concerned her the first time, since she was better off dead than caught with anything in her mouth on school grounds save Sue’s Master Cleanse. She got all the calories she needed on her own time, and if it was more than her metabolism dictated, that’s what five-mile runs were for.
She’d been burning a lot of calories this time around, too, and she didn’t even have to get out of bed.
But I digress. And I get to put other things in my mouth. Ooh, I’m bad!
Long story short, one ruined LeCar plus one unaccountable substitute teacher equaled one soured relationship based solely on wine and bad reality television. Santana was waiting in the wings with Berry, ready with a tale of the magnanimous William J. Schuester, full of energy, stamina, and passion, and devotion to his glee club, more than a little old-fashioned charm, which he made up for by knowing the needs of his beloved singers and the willingness to selflessly provide for them. And, yes, Santana used all those double entendres and more. Rachel was suspicious of her language, but Ms. Holiday seemed to think it was unintentional. She promised to talk with Mr. Schue, and after a little prodding from Santana, Rachel provided the sub with their teacher’s address.
* * *
Santana relied on her glee teammates to get Mr. Schuester reinstated, and they didn’t fail.
She paid a visit to Principal Sylvester, too. “You hear to yammer about how Schuester has taught you the true meaning of friendship?”
“Look, Mr. Schue’s awesome, and you should absolutely hire him back, but I think you’re making a mistake firing Ms. Holiday.”
“The woman’s teaching abilities are as ridiculous as her name.”
“I’m not saying she doesn’t have some gaping inadequacies, but no one’s perfect. You being the exception of course.”
“You paused too long between sentences. It’s empty flattery.”
“Is that a problem?” Santana replied immediately, showing no fear.
“Not at all. Go on.”
“With a little training and maybe if Mr. Schue rubbed off on her a little bit…” The innuendo wasn’t intentional this time. “…she’d make a great addition to the faculty. She relates well to students and that is a rare gift.”
“Duly noted, Bouncy Balls. I’ll keep it under consideration. You’re excused unless you want to polish my nameplate with your comically oversized bosom.”
Santana reverently bowed her head before leaving, her eyes traveling naturally to the nameplate: Principal Sue Sylvester.
Is that something I should be worried about? No, I’ve already got enough on my plate. I’ve barely devoted any energy to Brittany lately. We’ll resolve that tonight, though.
* * *
I’m such a sap, Santana thought, as she lazily combed her fingers through Brittany’s hair. She had just been thinking about how she could have spent the rest of her life lying in bed, cuddling with Brittany.
“So,” Santana started conversation, not ready for Brittany to doze off yet, “Mike and Tina are back together.”
“Thanks to you,” Brittany answered, the warmth in her voice making Santana’s heart flutter. Sap.
“Eh, they would have worked it out regardless. I just gave them a little nudge.”
“Even though you pretend you’re not, you’re really nice, Santana. You’re even nicer than you were last year, with all your secret meddling.”
“You can’t tell anyone about it, though. I’m like Batman.”
“Batwoman,” Brittany corrected.
“There is a Batwoman, you know. She’s a lesbo, though.” It was the first time Santana had broached this topic.
As usual, Brittany didn’t follow the right thread. “Sam likes comic books, too. You two should hang out.”
Oh, no, we shouldn’t. “I don’t like comic books. I just have two little brothers who won’t shut up about them.”
“They talk about lesbian superheroes?”
“They’re thirteen. It’s their two favorite topics rolled into one. It’s all they would talk about if they could get away with it.”
“Mmm,” Brittany hummed sleepily.
Five more minutes, baby. “So, I’m thinking about fixing Finn and Rachel’s relationship.”
“I didn’t know they had broken up.”
“They haven’t, but they might if Finn does something stupid, which he inevitably will, so I’m going to make sure he doesn’t.”
“You’re like the Robin Hood of romance.” Her eyes were still closed.
“Speaking of which, what do you think about Mr. Schue and Ms. Holiday?”
“They’re both nice.” She yawned.
“I think I’m going to fix them up.”
Half-open blue eyes looked up at her. “Are they broken? Like Coach’s car? Are you going to take them to Kurt’s dad?”
“No, baby, I mean I’m going to try to get them to have some sexy-times.”
“But I thought Mr. Schue liked Miss Pillsbury. But it’s okay; sex isn’t dating.”
“Yeah,” Santana reluctantly agreed, “I mean, Miss P is dating the sexy dentist, and I bet they’re not having sex. But, you know, it wouldn’t be a bad thing for Mr. Schue and Ms. Holiday if they dated, too. I know they’re really different, but sometimes opposites can go together really well.”
“That’s true,” Brittany muttered, snuggling closer to Santana, “my cat is dating my mom’s toothbrush. I’ve seen them making out.”
Santana knew she’d lost Brittany for the night, but she’d made some good strides, so she drifted off without a worry in the world.
* * *
Mr. Schue came in for his first day back with a guilty smile, so even though Santana had no suspicions that her plans had already come to fruition, she hoped maybe she had sparked the beginning of something. He apparently hadn’t learned his lesson about meeting them halfway, since he still suggested the catchy but fogey-ish “Singin’ in the Rain.” Santana prepared to send him in the direction of some inspiration in the U.S. History classroom, but by the gleam in his eye and his thoughtful glance into the hallways, she knew he’d already come up with the same idea.
“Santana, can we not have a sleepover tonight?” Brittany’s question interrupted Santana’s thoughts as Mr. Schue dismissed them from practice ten minutes early.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she declared, “I just… want to do something else tonight.”
Santana’s lungs filled with air again. “Brittany, of course. I guess I have been hogging you. You probably haven’t gotten to spend any time with your family all week. We’ll take the night off.” She leaned in close, “I can keep my libido in check for one day.”
Brittany giggled. “You could call Puck.”
Santana scoffed. “Pass. I’ll see you tomorrow, hot stuff.”
Brittany just waved good-bye.
Five minutes later, Artie rolled up to Brittany’s locker. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah.” She hesitated. “Artie?”
Artie smiled. “Hmm?”
“This is just a friend date, right?”
“We’re taking your little sister and my five-year-old cousin to a kid’s science museum. That’d be like the lamest real date ever.”
Chapter 7: A Three-Front War
Author: creedogv
Rating: M
Summary: Santana has been given the opportunity to correct her past mistakes with Brittany, so she can’t help but take it. After a dark chapter, she thinks she’s finally seeing the light.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Spoilers: 2x07 “The Substitute”
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Santana was finally resolved to the fact that Berry was going to have to be her accomplice. She was the lone dissenter against Ms. Holiday, apparently believing the devil you know is better than the one you don’t. God, the girl has a complex. Later on, Ms. Holiday would win her over, through Broadway unsurprisingly. The lady knew what buttons to push, and Mr. Schue had plenty of buttons for pushing. Didn’t mean that in the sexual sense. Well, now that I think about it, I mostly don’t mean that in the sexual sense.
She had to suffer through Rachel’s blubbering about her turbulent relationship with Finn. Rocky Horror had put him on edge, but even though they’d worked through those issues, things were still raw and Finn’s utter failure to side with her concerning Ms. Holiday put them in another skid. It wasn’t all bad, at least from Santana’s point of view; Puck’s revelation to Finn about the threesome had gotten him to divulge that Rachel was less resistant to pushing the boundaries of their physical relationship. She hadn’t come close to letting him go all the way, but he was making more progress than he probably was before.
It wasn’t just Santana’s normal sexual permissiveness that influenced her views. Right now, she was using sex-making love-to develop her relationship with Brittany, and doing so with both intensity and frequency. There was one caveat: Berry’s willingness to partner up with her for the cause probably meant Finn hadn’t revealed their tryst. Even though it felt like a lifetime ago, it wasn’t; for Santana it was over a year ago; for Finn less; and for Rachel it would be like Finn was rutting with her right before his girlfriend’s eyes.
She made a mental note to add this issue to her checklist. It wasn’t worth her usual machinations, though; she’d simply corner Finn and give him a speech she was already preparing in her head: “Believe it or not, Hudson, but I’ve got your best interest at heart on this. Don’t take your bite-size girlfriend’s virginity until you come clean about us. Right now, she’s imagining some romantic coupling, the mutual bestowal of each other’s innocence, complete with rose petals, silk sheets, and a lavender negligee-Pay attention, Finn, this is important!-and she will never forgive you if she finds out she wasn’t the one to deflower you. I will keep my mouth shut, but understand if you do this wrong, you won’t be the only one to catch the wrath of Berry. Girls are not made out of sugar, spice, and everything fuckin’ nice; they’re made of deranged romantic notions, pure irrationality, and mutilating their rivals on the battlefield.”
So that was why Santana was playing nice to Rachel. The girl had her uses, too; she was aware of the friendship between Ms. Holiday and Coach Sylvester that Santana hadn’t caught onto. It was good information, even if Santana wasn’t sure how to use it, though.
* * *
She should have known by now that most problems would fix themselves if she just trusted the timeline to follow its normal path concerning events she didn’t tinker with. Mercedes had started a riot about the junk food. It was like the girl didn’t realize that Lima was full of fast food restaurants and that even Breadstix had started frying them up for the cooking oil-addicted teens who wanted to get their fix of both potato and pasta in one sitting. Kurt and Quinn had even backed her up. Kurt thought Mercedes was replacing her love life with food, and not having one of his own, decided to join the cause. Quinn did have a relationship, but it seemed important to her to find any common ground with Mercedes to bond over. A flimsy excuse about past pregnancy cravings was enough to endear Mercedes to her. Their support didn’t seem familiar to Santana, but then again the whole junk food disaster hadn’t really concerned her the first time, since she was better off dead than caught with anything in her mouth on school grounds save Sue’s Master Cleanse. She got all the calories she needed on her own time, and if it was more than her metabolism dictated, that’s what five-mile runs were for.
She’d been burning a lot of calories this time around, too, and she didn’t even have to get out of bed.
But I digress. And I get to put other things in my mouth. Ooh, I’m bad!
Long story short, one ruined LeCar plus one unaccountable substitute teacher equaled one soured relationship based solely on wine and bad reality television. Santana was waiting in the wings with Berry, ready with a tale of the magnanimous William J. Schuester, full of energy, stamina, and passion, and devotion to his glee club, more than a little old-fashioned charm, which he made up for by knowing the needs of his beloved singers and the willingness to selflessly provide for them. And, yes, Santana used all those double entendres and more. Rachel was suspicious of her language, but Ms. Holiday seemed to think it was unintentional. She promised to talk with Mr. Schue, and after a little prodding from Santana, Rachel provided the sub with their teacher’s address.
* * *
Santana relied on her glee teammates to get Mr. Schuester reinstated, and they didn’t fail.
She paid a visit to Principal Sylvester, too. “You hear to yammer about how Schuester has taught you the true meaning of friendship?”
“Look, Mr. Schue’s awesome, and you should absolutely hire him back, but I think you’re making a mistake firing Ms. Holiday.”
“The woman’s teaching abilities are as ridiculous as her name.”
“I’m not saying she doesn’t have some gaping inadequacies, but no one’s perfect. You being the exception of course.”
“You paused too long between sentences. It’s empty flattery.”
“Is that a problem?” Santana replied immediately, showing no fear.
“Not at all. Go on.”
“With a little training and maybe if Mr. Schue rubbed off on her a little bit…” The innuendo wasn’t intentional this time. “…she’d make a great addition to the faculty. She relates well to students and that is a rare gift.”
“Duly noted, Bouncy Balls. I’ll keep it under consideration. You’re excused unless you want to polish my nameplate with your comically oversized bosom.”
Santana reverently bowed her head before leaving, her eyes traveling naturally to the nameplate: Principal Sue Sylvester.
Is that something I should be worried about? No, I’ve already got enough on my plate. I’ve barely devoted any energy to Brittany lately. We’ll resolve that tonight, though.
* * *
I’m such a sap, Santana thought, as she lazily combed her fingers through Brittany’s hair. She had just been thinking about how she could have spent the rest of her life lying in bed, cuddling with Brittany.
“So,” Santana started conversation, not ready for Brittany to doze off yet, “Mike and Tina are back together.”
“Thanks to you,” Brittany answered, the warmth in her voice making Santana’s heart flutter. Sap.
“Eh, they would have worked it out regardless. I just gave them a little nudge.”
“Even though you pretend you’re not, you’re really nice, Santana. You’re even nicer than you were last year, with all your secret meddling.”
“You can’t tell anyone about it, though. I’m like Batman.”
“Batwoman,” Brittany corrected.
“There is a Batwoman, you know. She’s a lesbo, though.” It was the first time Santana had broached this topic.
As usual, Brittany didn’t follow the right thread. “Sam likes comic books, too. You two should hang out.”
Oh, no, we shouldn’t. “I don’t like comic books. I just have two little brothers who won’t shut up about them.”
“They talk about lesbian superheroes?”
“They’re thirteen. It’s their two favorite topics rolled into one. It’s all they would talk about if they could get away with it.”
“Mmm,” Brittany hummed sleepily.
Five more minutes, baby. “So, I’m thinking about fixing Finn and Rachel’s relationship.”
“I didn’t know they had broken up.”
“They haven’t, but they might if Finn does something stupid, which he inevitably will, so I’m going to make sure he doesn’t.”
“You’re like the Robin Hood of romance.” Her eyes were still closed.
“Speaking of which, what do you think about Mr. Schue and Ms. Holiday?”
“They’re both nice.” She yawned.
“I think I’m going to fix them up.”
Half-open blue eyes looked up at her. “Are they broken? Like Coach’s car? Are you going to take them to Kurt’s dad?”
“No, baby, I mean I’m going to try to get them to have some sexy-times.”
“But I thought Mr. Schue liked Miss Pillsbury. But it’s okay; sex isn’t dating.”
“Yeah,” Santana reluctantly agreed, “I mean, Miss P is dating the sexy dentist, and I bet they’re not having sex. But, you know, it wouldn’t be a bad thing for Mr. Schue and Ms. Holiday if they dated, too. I know they’re really different, but sometimes opposites can go together really well.”
“That’s true,” Brittany muttered, snuggling closer to Santana, “my cat is dating my mom’s toothbrush. I’ve seen them making out.”
Santana knew she’d lost Brittany for the night, but she’d made some good strides, so she drifted off without a worry in the world.
* * *
Mr. Schue came in for his first day back with a guilty smile, so even though Santana had no suspicions that her plans had already come to fruition, she hoped maybe she had sparked the beginning of something. He apparently hadn’t learned his lesson about meeting them halfway, since he still suggested the catchy but fogey-ish “Singin’ in the Rain.” Santana prepared to send him in the direction of some inspiration in the U.S. History classroom, but by the gleam in his eye and his thoughtful glance into the hallways, she knew he’d already come up with the same idea.
“Santana, can we not have a sleepover tonight?” Brittany’s question interrupted Santana’s thoughts as Mr. Schue dismissed them from practice ten minutes early.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she declared, “I just… want to do something else tonight.”
Santana’s lungs filled with air again. “Brittany, of course. I guess I have been hogging you. You probably haven’t gotten to spend any time with your family all week. We’ll take the night off.” She leaned in close, “I can keep my libido in check for one day.”
Brittany giggled. “You could call Puck.”
Santana scoffed. “Pass. I’ll see you tomorrow, hot stuff.”
Brittany just waved good-bye.
Five minutes later, Artie rolled up to Brittany’s locker. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah.” She hesitated. “Artie?”
Artie smiled. “Hmm?”
“This is just a friend date, right?”
“We’re taking your little sister and my five-year-old cousin to a kid’s science museum. That’d be like the lamest real date ever.”
Chapter 7: A Three-Front War