Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 2
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany/ Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana
Spoilers: All to be safe
Part 1
When they lost regionals it didn't seem to matter too much at the time. They were at the hospital, Quinn had her baby and made up with her mother. As a group they had never felt closer. It wasn't until they realized that glee club was over and that most of the friends they had made in the club would end as everyone went back to there own groups outside, that they knew how important losing regionals was. They sang and cried then celebrated when they found out that Sue saved them.
It was now the last weekend before school started for their Junior year. Puck's mum and little sister were out of town visiting some family and Puck had taken it as the perfect opportunity to throw a party. He had insisted that all of glee club turn up. Brittany who had plans with her family was the only one who didn't go.
Santana was almost tempted to not go either, but with the only other option being staying at home, she'd turned up, early. Once she had arrived she'd immediately started drinking and now hours later there was no one who could deny that Santana was as drunk as a skunk.
Kurt looked between Santana, who was pushing away another football player, and Quinn, who was sat with him. "You have to take her home, because there is no way if she carries on like that, that she'll be able to keep pushing them away."
"I can't, her parents hate me." Quinn answered while shaking her head, knowing that she couldn't say anything more, Kurt couldn't know. "Then take her back to your place, she just can't stay here." Kurt told her simply.
They both watched as they girl in question stumbled through the room muttering something about needing to pee.
Quinn signed knowing the danger associated with taking her back to her place. The problem was despite the closeness that the club now had, none of the others felt comfortable having the Latina at their places without the bubbly blonde that was usually attached to her hip.
When one of the guys who'd been rejected several times during the evening, followed Santana up the stairs, Quinn knew she had to do something. She didn't want someone to actually take advantage of her 'friend'. Grabbing Kurt's hand, a quickly stated, "come on." Before standing and dragging him towards the stairs.
"Whoa girl, there is no way that I'm getting between a six foot horny footballer and his 'release'. It'll mess my hair or my face." The small boy protested. Quinn just stared at him as if he was off his rocker; before continuing to drag him along anyway. "You're more of a girl then me." She muttered to herself. Heading towards the bathroom, as she knew that was where Santana had been heading.
Santana realised that she'd had way too much to drink when she was stood in the bathroom and the room was spinning. That and the fact that she could barely remember her own name. She wasn't entirely sure how she'd even managed to walk up here in the first place, and if it wasn't for those arms holding her up now, she wouldn't be standing.
The Latina looked at the person holding her up, she couldn't make out who it was all she could tell was that they were male. She could tell that he was saying something to her but she couldn't make out what so she just nodded.
The jock, Alec, smiled brightly. He'd just asked the hottest girl with the most social standing in the school to sleep with him and she'd nodded. He closed the distance between them, kissing her on the mouth hard.
The brunette didn't understand the kiss, it felt wrong and she tried to use her strength to push him away, only it didn't make a difference as he appeared to not notice. After awhile she started kissing back. She could remember anything but her body seemed to say that this was something that she used to do a lot.
Kissing back only spurred Alec on. He moved one of his hands to pull her shirt clean off her. Then using that hand he started roughly fondling her breasts. Unfortunately for him before he could move to take her bra off the door burst open. An angry looking ex-cheerleader was stood there. "You can join in too, I'm not bothered." He told her with a smirk before noticing that the singing gay boy was with her too. "But her can't."
Quinn had pushed the door open hard not really expecting to find things as progressed as they were. She'd seen Santana topless enough times for it not to phase her. But seeing the girl practically unconscious and that this guy still wanted to get his game on made her really angry. "Get your filthy mits off of her Alec." The ex-cheerleader told him with venom that she hadn't lost after being thrown out of her head cheerleader position.
It still managed to make the large footballer shake with a little bit of fear. Only he wasn't one to be out done by a girl. "So I guess those rumors were true, she really is your girlfriend."
"Oh please, Quinn is so straight it's painful to even look at her." Kurt had managed to be pulled out of his apparent fear of getting his hair or face messed it. He was fairly certain that if he just stood behind Quinn he'd be alright.
Alec however took note of how Kurt had only mentioned Quinn. Before looking between the girl he was supporting and the two teenagers in the doorway. He finally decided that this wasn't worth it right now. He felt that he had gained a vital bit of knowledge, which made a lot of sense considering she'd stopped sleeping around, and stopped all the making out she used to do. He couldn't wait till she was sober. With a smirk plastered on his face he let of of Santana, who without him supporting her fall to the fall, and pushed his way out of them room. Not before whispering to the blonde, "This isn't over."
Quinn couldn't help the feeling of dread that settled over her at his words. Judging by the look that was on Kurt's face she had been the only one to have heard. She looked around the room trying to see where the brunette's top had ended up, only coming up with nothing she turned to Kurt as she moved to help Santana up. "Kurt find something to put on her." The small man nodded before exiting the room to go hunt for something to put on her.
"Britt?" The quiet raspy voice made the blonde look down at the girl she was holding up.
Santana squinted her eyes to get a better look at the blonde who she'd just called her girlfriend's name. Before speaking again, her voice sounding a little more sad then before. "Oh Q, it's you. I'm sorry." Her words were slurred.
The blonde frowned not really sure what she was talking about. "San I can't leave you here, and I can't really take you home like this. So you're coming back to my place." Her words were soft, she had spoken slowly and carefully hoping that the girl would understand. When she saw the nod and felt her hold onto her more, she knew that Santana was giving her permission.
Kurt returned a little later with on of Puck's shirts, a clean one. It would have to do. Somehow between them they managed to get the near unconscious girl into Quinn's car without too many problems.
Kurt had stayed behind meaning that Quinn had to struggle by herself to get the now passed out Latina into the house and into bed. All without waking her mum up.
Part 3
Pairing: Brittany/ Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana
Spoilers: All to be safe
Part 1
When they lost regionals it didn't seem to matter too much at the time. They were at the hospital, Quinn had her baby and made up with her mother. As a group they had never felt closer. It wasn't until they realized that glee club was over and that most of the friends they had made in the club would end as everyone went back to there own groups outside, that they knew how important losing regionals was. They sang and cried then celebrated when they found out that Sue saved them.
It was now the last weekend before school started for their Junior year. Puck's mum and little sister were out of town visiting some family and Puck had taken it as the perfect opportunity to throw a party. He had insisted that all of glee club turn up. Brittany who had plans with her family was the only one who didn't go.
Santana was almost tempted to not go either, but with the only other option being staying at home, she'd turned up, early. Once she had arrived she'd immediately started drinking and now hours later there was no one who could deny that Santana was as drunk as a skunk.
Kurt looked between Santana, who was pushing away another football player, and Quinn, who was sat with him. "You have to take her home, because there is no way if she carries on like that, that she'll be able to keep pushing them away."
"I can't, her parents hate me." Quinn answered while shaking her head, knowing that she couldn't say anything more, Kurt couldn't know. "Then take her back to your place, she just can't stay here." Kurt told her simply.
They both watched as they girl in question stumbled through the room muttering something about needing to pee.
Quinn signed knowing the danger associated with taking her back to her place. The problem was despite the closeness that the club now had, none of the others felt comfortable having the Latina at their places without the bubbly blonde that was usually attached to her hip.
When one of the guys who'd been rejected several times during the evening, followed Santana up the stairs, Quinn knew she had to do something. She didn't want someone to actually take advantage of her 'friend'. Grabbing Kurt's hand, a quickly stated, "come on." Before standing and dragging him towards the stairs.
"Whoa girl, there is no way that I'm getting between a six foot horny footballer and his 'release'. It'll mess my hair or my face." The small boy protested. Quinn just stared at him as if he was off his rocker; before continuing to drag him along anyway. "You're more of a girl then me." She muttered to herself. Heading towards the bathroom, as she knew that was where Santana had been heading.
Santana realised that she'd had way too much to drink when she was stood in the bathroom and the room was spinning. That and the fact that she could barely remember her own name. She wasn't entirely sure how she'd even managed to walk up here in the first place, and if it wasn't for those arms holding her up now, she wouldn't be standing.
The Latina looked at the person holding her up, she couldn't make out who it was all she could tell was that they were male. She could tell that he was saying something to her but she couldn't make out what so she just nodded.
The jock, Alec, smiled brightly. He'd just asked the hottest girl with the most social standing in the school to sleep with him and she'd nodded. He closed the distance between them, kissing her on the mouth hard.
The brunette didn't understand the kiss, it felt wrong and she tried to use her strength to push him away, only it didn't make a difference as he appeared to not notice. After awhile she started kissing back. She could remember anything but her body seemed to say that this was something that she used to do a lot.
Kissing back only spurred Alec on. He moved one of his hands to pull her shirt clean off her. Then using that hand he started roughly fondling her breasts. Unfortunately for him before he could move to take her bra off the door burst open. An angry looking ex-cheerleader was stood there. "You can join in too, I'm not bothered." He told her with a smirk before noticing that the singing gay boy was with her too. "But her can't."
Quinn had pushed the door open hard not really expecting to find things as progressed as they were. She'd seen Santana topless enough times for it not to phase her. But seeing the girl practically unconscious and that this guy still wanted to get his game on made her really angry. "Get your filthy mits off of her Alec." The ex-cheerleader told him with venom that she hadn't lost after being thrown out of her head cheerleader position.
It still managed to make the large footballer shake with a little bit of fear. Only he wasn't one to be out done by a girl. "So I guess those rumors were true, she really is your girlfriend."
"Oh please, Quinn is so straight it's painful to even look at her." Kurt had managed to be pulled out of his apparent fear of getting his hair or face messed it. He was fairly certain that if he just stood behind Quinn he'd be alright.
Alec however took note of how Kurt had only mentioned Quinn. Before looking between the girl he was supporting and the two teenagers in the doorway. He finally decided that this wasn't worth it right now. He felt that he had gained a vital bit of knowledge, which made a lot of sense considering she'd stopped sleeping around, and stopped all the making out she used to do. He couldn't wait till she was sober. With a smirk plastered on his face he let of of Santana, who without him supporting her fall to the fall, and pushed his way out of them room. Not before whispering to the blonde, "This isn't over."
Quinn couldn't help the feeling of dread that settled over her at his words. Judging by the look that was on Kurt's face she had been the only one to have heard. She looked around the room trying to see where the brunette's top had ended up, only coming up with nothing she turned to Kurt as she moved to help Santana up. "Kurt find something to put on her." The small man nodded before exiting the room to go hunt for something to put on her.
"Britt?" The quiet raspy voice made the blonde look down at the girl she was holding up.
Santana squinted her eyes to get a better look at the blonde who she'd just called her girlfriend's name. Before speaking again, her voice sounding a little more sad then before. "Oh Q, it's you. I'm sorry." Her words were slurred.
The blonde frowned not really sure what she was talking about. "San I can't leave you here, and I can't really take you home like this. So you're coming back to my place." Her words were soft, she had spoken slowly and carefully hoping that the girl would understand. When she saw the nod and felt her hold onto her more, she knew that Santana was giving her permission.
Kurt returned a little later with on of Puck's shirts, a clean one. It would have to do. Somehow between them they managed to get the near unconscious girl into Quinn's car without too many problems.
Kurt had stayed behind meaning that Quinn had to struggle by herself to get the now passed out Latina into the house and into bed. All without waking her mum up.
Part 3