It Had To Be You - Ch.2
Title: It Had To Be You
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Brittany/Santana. Slight Rachel/Quinn. Mention of Kurt/Blaine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU. Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
Summary: "The fuck," Santana rasped. Hand positioned inappropriately at Brittany's bare hip as she attempted to get into a sitting position. "Did I die and go to hell or am I really waking up to the sound of a screeching midget?"
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Dinner was an absolute disaster and for the past two weeks Brittany found every excuse in the book to politely decline Quinn's numerous offers to meet up with Santana again. Quinn, for some unfathomable reason, firmly believed Brittany and Santana actually liked one another. Her roommate couldn't even begin to understand how completely and utterly wrong she was.
"What is this?" Santana tossed a manila folder onto Brittany's desk, papers splaying across the clutter.
Brittany resisted the urge to punch Santana right in the face. The blonde loved her job. Santana was the only downside. "The article you requested on Holly Holliday's seventh consecutive trip to rehab this year."
"Are you sure?" The brunette arched a finely sculpted brow. Arms crossing over her chest in a display of intimidation. "Because I was under the impression that we didn't write garbage."
Blazing blue eyes stared up at Santana with barely controlled rage. "I spent weeks writing that article."
Santana scoffed. "When I took this position I was informed that I would be working with one of the best journalists in the company. You have two days to write a decent story on Natasha Lang."
"But-"
Santana frowned. "If you value your job you won't say another word."
The livid blonde remained silent. She had to bite her tongue to keep from blurting out the many insults pushing at the back of her throat.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Santana stopped in the doorway of Brittany's office. A shit eating grin across her full lips. "I'll need you to stay late today and file all of the submissions in my office. Alphabetically."
The pencil in Brittany's hand snapped in half. She watched the brunette strut across the hall and into her own office. A clear skip in her step.
"Do you need any help?" Rachel entered the room with an apologetic expression. "She made her secretary carry ten boxes filled with submissions into her office while you were at lunch."
Brittany groaned, bringing her forehead down hard against her desk. "That would be wonderful, Rachel."
"Now probably isn't the best time to tell you this but," Rachel smiled sheepishly at her boss. "Ms. Lopez e-mailed me a list of errands she'd like you to complete by the end of this week."
The blonde sat up in her chair and rubbed at her throbbing temples. "When did she-"
Her office phone rang, startling both of the office's occupants. Brittany picked up the phone with a heavy sigh. "Brittany Pierce."
"Hey, Britt."
"Quinn?" The blonde gestured for Rachel to leave the room. "Why didn't you call my cell?"
"I have been."
Brittany fumbled through her purse for her phone. "I must have forgotten to charge it. What's up?"
"We're going out tonight."
"I can't tonight. I have to-"
"I know you've been avoiding Santana. I have no idea why since she's really into you."
Brittany leaned back in her chair. She hadn't told Quinn about Santana's mean streak. She might not get along with the brunette but she didn't want to ruin Quinn and Santana's friendship. She turned her gaze to Santana's office across the hall to find the brunette smirking evilly at her. "I'm pretty sure she's not."
"Brittany." She could practically see the admonishing expression across Quinn's face. "Santana was the one who asked me to invite you out tonight. I think she likes you. Like, really likes you. Santana doesn't like anyone."
Brittany resisted the urge to stalk across the hall into Santana's office and confront her. She couldn't tell Quinn the only reason Santana invited her was because she was evil incarnate and knew Brittany wouldn't be able to make it.
'Well, two can play at that game.' "You really think Santana is into me?"
"What would you say if I told you that she told me she would love to take you out sometime?
"Okay. I'll go out with you guys tonight."
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Santana eased back into her chair, arms crossed, pretty painted lips pursed into a firm line, and dark eyes glaring. The recipient of her harsh glare fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. Brittany tried her hardest to hold Santana's vicious stare and not look as awkward as she felt. When Santana's glare intensified Brittany mildly berated herself. Pissing Santana off seemed like a good idea earlier but at that moment. With the dark haired woman glaring daggers at her from across the table while Quinn ordered drinks at the bar. Not so great an idea.
"So…" Brittany muttered. Wincing when Santana's glare turned into a scowl. Any attempts at small talk were sufficiently thwarted.
For the next five minutes Santana simply glared, silent and unmoving, at Brittany.
Quinn set a round of drinks on the table and took a seat next to Santana. "Drink up. The night is just getting started."
"Thanks, Q." A stunning smile slipped fluidly across Santana's lips. Brittany blanched at the ease in which the brunette switched from evil glare to angelic smile. Santana winked at Brittany, sliding a drink over to her. "Here you go, Britt."
Brittany resisted the urge to gape at the dark haired woman. Taking the preferred beverage and downing it. Santana smirked over the rim of her glass and tossed the drink back quickly. Quinn chuckled at her friend's antics. She crinkled her nose as she chugged her own drink down, slamming the glass back onto the table with a loud thud.
Needless to say, things went steadily downhill from that first round. The three women were reduced to an intoxicated, giggling mess before the nights end. They stayed until the bar closed and caught a cab back to Brittany and Quinn's apartment. Everything after getting into the cab was a blur…
The morning came all too soon for Brittany. Her head was throbbing, her back aching, and her throat raw. She swallowed at the numbing dryness of her throat and moved to bring her hand to her aching head. She found her movements limited. Blurry blue eyes fluttered open to find the familiar tile of her bathroom. Brittany vaguely realized the hard object cutting into her back was the side of the bathtub. She attempted to bring her hand to her head once more and cringed when something very warm pressed against her. Her gaze shifted to her lap. Luscious silky black hair, delicious caramel skin, full kissable lips and wait… why was Santana Lopez laying across her lap? In her bathroom? Sapphire orbs widened when she noticed what the brunette was wearing. Or lack thereof. When Santana unconsciously snuggled into her, a disgustingly cute little smile slipping across her lips, nothing could prepare Brittany for the curious flutter in the pit of her stomach.
Brittany had to admit, albeit begrudgingly, that Santana was a very attractive woman. Her exotic features and feisty, take charge personality only seemed to add to the infuriating woman's appeal. Santana was all sexuality and bitchiness and control. It was strange, but not at all unpleasant, to see her so at ease.
The bathroom door creaked open and Brittany stiffened, her wide eyed gaze moving to the intruder. Her throat protested when she attempted speech. "What are you doing here?"
Rachel froze. Her big brown eyes connected with Brittany's curious gaze. Strayed to the brunette snoring softly in the blonde's lap. Realization crept across Rachel's features. "Oh… my… you and she are! I mean, I did notice you two had chemistry but I never thought you were-"
"The fuck," Santana rasped. Hand positioned inappropriately at Brittany's bare hip as she attempted to get into a sitting position. "Did I die and go to hell or am I really waking up to the sound of a screeching midget?"
Brittany held her breath while Rachel stared dumbly at the two women. Santana blinked the sleep from her eyes, yawned, and leaned into Brittany's warmth. It took less than thirty seconds for the brunette to realize where she was and whose skin her hands were loving the feel of. Santana's eyes shot open, dark gaze shifting between Rachel and Brittany in confusion. "Am I having a nightmare?"
"I'm just going to…" Rachel shut the door quickly and scampered away.
Brittany did not have the luxury of escaping Santana's building wrath. The blonde simply stared at Santana. Watched her features morph from confusion to curiosity to fear and finally settle on anger. "Why are you in your underwear? Why am I in my underwear? And what in the fucking hell are you touching me for?"
"I woke up with you on top of me! And I'm not the one who was being all handsy with the hands and the touching and stop staring at my stomach!" Brittany tried and failed to hide her delicious abs from Santana's swirling gaze.
"I wasn't staring!" Santana protested too quickly. Her wandering gaze involuntarily grazing over Brittany's scantily clad figure before settling angrily upon hazy blue.
"You totally checked me out just now!"
"I did not!" Santana watched sapphire eyes flicker to her chest and she growled. "You just looked at my boobs!"
Brittany glared, pretty pink lips pursed. "Yeah well, don't let it get to your oversized head but I do have eyes and you are mildly attractive."
Santana felt the blush seeping across her cheeks before she could suppress it. She scrambled uneasily to her feet. Leaning heavily against the sink when her vision whirled. She waited the twenty three seconds it took for her stomach to settle and the dizziness blurring her vision to dispel before opening her mouth, petty response on the tip of her razor sharp tongue.
"Britt? San?" Quinn's muffled voice trickled through the bathroom door. "Are you alright in there?"
"Yes!" The two women in question answered simultaneously.
Soft giggles came from behind the bathroom door. "Are you freaking out or should Rachel and I leave you alone for a few hours?"
"Way past freaking out in here, Fabray!" Santana barked.
Quinn laughed again, opening the bathroom door. Twinkling hazel eyes taking in her friends with growing amusement. She watched Santana lean against the sink, brown eyes frantic. She took in the full body flush along Brittany's scantily clad figure as the blonde perched delicately atop the edge of the tub. "I suppose you want to know what happened last night."
"Why am I in my underwear?" Brittany squeaked sheepishly.
Santana followed up with an agitated, "Tell me we didn't fuck."
"Brittany tends to turn into a stripper when she's drunk, self explanatory. And you," Quinn regarded Santana with an arched brow. "One minute you're putting on a show with Brittany and the next you're crying your eyes out. When I asked you what was wrong you mumbled something about lonely popsicles."
Brittany couldn't fight the giggle the statement forced out of her.
Santana glared at both blondes. "Tell. Me. We. Didn't. Fuck."
"Must you be so vulgar?" Quinn rolled her eyes. "No, Santana. Brittany calmed you down and held your hair while you puked your guts out. You didn't have sex. Well, actually, I'm pretty sure you didn't."
"I don't mean to intrude but," Rachel stood at the bathroom door wearing yesterday's clothing. She attempted to smooth the wrinkles from her ridiculously short skirt. "If we don't leave in approximately ten minutes we're going to be late for work and-"
Santana made a rude shushing noise, one hand held up in a halting gesture while she rubbed at the bridge of her nose with the other. "Why is Chatty Cathy here?"
"Quinn Fabray!" Brittany yelped, immediately cursing her outburst as pain coursed through her head. She pointed an accusatory finger at the other blonde. "You're screwing my secretary!"
A slow grin crawled across Quinn's face at the accusation. "Yes, yes I am."
"You have got to be shitting me." Santana blanched at the newfound information, pulling a face and gesturing dismissively at Rachel. "That is the secret lady love you wouldn't tell me about?"
Rachel's expression hardened at Santana's dismissive attitude. "Santana, I am standing right here. Firstly, the least you could do is acknowledge my presence. Secondly, I do not appreciate your insinuation that I am not good enough for Quinn. And finally, we now have seven minutes left before we will be late. I hope you and Brittany will be able to dress yourselves in time. I will be waiting in the car."
"Oh, one last thing." The sweet smile upon Rachel's lips failed to match the venom in her eyes. She glared briefly at Santana and pulled Quinn in for a very passionate, very forceful, and very satisfying kiss. She left Quinn staring glossy eyed after her.
Santana's furrowed brows and dumbstruck expression sent Brittany into a bout of giggles.
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Brittany/Santana. Slight Rachel/Quinn. Mention of Kurt/Blaine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU. Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
Summary: "The fuck," Santana rasped. Hand positioned inappropriately at Brittany's bare hip as she attempted to get into a sitting position. "Did I die and go to hell or am I really waking up to the sound of a screeching midget?"
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Dinner was an absolute disaster and for the past two weeks Brittany found every excuse in the book to politely decline Quinn's numerous offers to meet up with Santana again. Quinn, for some unfathomable reason, firmly believed Brittany and Santana actually liked one another. Her roommate couldn't even begin to understand how completely and utterly wrong she was.
"What is this?" Santana tossed a manila folder onto Brittany's desk, papers splaying across the clutter.
Brittany resisted the urge to punch Santana right in the face. The blonde loved her job. Santana was the only downside. "The article you requested on Holly Holliday's seventh consecutive trip to rehab this year."
"Are you sure?" The brunette arched a finely sculpted brow. Arms crossing over her chest in a display of intimidation. "Because I was under the impression that we didn't write garbage."
Blazing blue eyes stared up at Santana with barely controlled rage. "I spent weeks writing that article."
Santana scoffed. "When I took this position I was informed that I would be working with one of the best journalists in the company. You have two days to write a decent story on Natasha Lang."
"But-"
Santana frowned. "If you value your job you won't say another word."
The livid blonde remained silent. She had to bite her tongue to keep from blurting out the many insults pushing at the back of her throat.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Santana stopped in the doorway of Brittany's office. A shit eating grin across her full lips. "I'll need you to stay late today and file all of the submissions in my office. Alphabetically."
The pencil in Brittany's hand snapped in half. She watched the brunette strut across the hall and into her own office. A clear skip in her step.
"Do you need any help?" Rachel entered the room with an apologetic expression. "She made her secretary carry ten boxes filled with submissions into her office while you were at lunch."
Brittany groaned, bringing her forehead down hard against her desk. "That would be wonderful, Rachel."
"Now probably isn't the best time to tell you this but," Rachel smiled sheepishly at her boss. "Ms. Lopez e-mailed me a list of errands she'd like you to complete by the end of this week."
The blonde sat up in her chair and rubbed at her throbbing temples. "When did she-"
Her office phone rang, startling both of the office's occupants. Brittany picked up the phone with a heavy sigh. "Brittany Pierce."
"Hey, Britt."
"Quinn?" The blonde gestured for Rachel to leave the room. "Why didn't you call my cell?"
"I have been."
Brittany fumbled through her purse for her phone. "I must have forgotten to charge it. What's up?"
"We're going out tonight."
"I can't tonight. I have to-"
"I know you've been avoiding Santana. I have no idea why since she's really into you."
Brittany leaned back in her chair. She hadn't told Quinn about Santana's mean streak. She might not get along with the brunette but she didn't want to ruin Quinn and Santana's friendship. She turned her gaze to Santana's office across the hall to find the brunette smirking evilly at her. "I'm pretty sure she's not."
"Brittany." She could practically see the admonishing expression across Quinn's face. "Santana was the one who asked me to invite you out tonight. I think she likes you. Like, really likes you. Santana doesn't like anyone."
Brittany resisted the urge to stalk across the hall into Santana's office and confront her. She couldn't tell Quinn the only reason Santana invited her was because she was evil incarnate and knew Brittany wouldn't be able to make it.
'Well, two can play at that game.' "You really think Santana is into me?"
"What would you say if I told you that she told me she would love to take you out sometime?
"Okay. I'll go out with you guys tonight."
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Santana eased back into her chair, arms crossed, pretty painted lips pursed into a firm line, and dark eyes glaring. The recipient of her harsh glare fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. Brittany tried her hardest to hold Santana's vicious stare and not look as awkward as she felt. When Santana's glare intensified Brittany mildly berated herself. Pissing Santana off seemed like a good idea earlier but at that moment. With the dark haired woman glaring daggers at her from across the table while Quinn ordered drinks at the bar. Not so great an idea.
"So…" Brittany muttered. Wincing when Santana's glare turned into a scowl. Any attempts at small talk were sufficiently thwarted.
For the next five minutes Santana simply glared, silent and unmoving, at Brittany.
Quinn set a round of drinks on the table and took a seat next to Santana. "Drink up. The night is just getting started."
"Thanks, Q." A stunning smile slipped fluidly across Santana's lips. Brittany blanched at the ease in which the brunette switched from evil glare to angelic smile. Santana winked at Brittany, sliding a drink over to her. "Here you go, Britt."
Brittany resisted the urge to gape at the dark haired woman. Taking the preferred beverage and downing it. Santana smirked over the rim of her glass and tossed the drink back quickly. Quinn chuckled at her friend's antics. She crinkled her nose as she chugged her own drink down, slamming the glass back onto the table with a loud thud.
Needless to say, things went steadily downhill from that first round. The three women were reduced to an intoxicated, giggling mess before the nights end. They stayed until the bar closed and caught a cab back to Brittany and Quinn's apartment. Everything after getting into the cab was a blur…
The morning came all too soon for Brittany. Her head was throbbing, her back aching, and her throat raw. She swallowed at the numbing dryness of her throat and moved to bring her hand to her aching head. She found her movements limited. Blurry blue eyes fluttered open to find the familiar tile of her bathroom. Brittany vaguely realized the hard object cutting into her back was the side of the bathtub. She attempted to bring her hand to her head once more and cringed when something very warm pressed against her. Her gaze shifted to her lap. Luscious silky black hair, delicious caramel skin, full kissable lips and wait… why was Santana Lopez laying across her lap? In her bathroom? Sapphire orbs widened when she noticed what the brunette was wearing. Or lack thereof. When Santana unconsciously snuggled into her, a disgustingly cute little smile slipping across her lips, nothing could prepare Brittany for the curious flutter in the pit of her stomach.
Brittany had to admit, albeit begrudgingly, that Santana was a very attractive woman. Her exotic features and feisty, take charge personality only seemed to add to the infuriating woman's appeal. Santana was all sexuality and bitchiness and control. It was strange, but not at all unpleasant, to see her so at ease.
The bathroom door creaked open and Brittany stiffened, her wide eyed gaze moving to the intruder. Her throat protested when she attempted speech. "What are you doing here?"
Rachel froze. Her big brown eyes connected with Brittany's curious gaze. Strayed to the brunette snoring softly in the blonde's lap. Realization crept across Rachel's features. "Oh… my… you and she are! I mean, I did notice you two had chemistry but I never thought you were-"
"The fuck," Santana rasped. Hand positioned inappropriately at Brittany's bare hip as she attempted to get into a sitting position. "Did I die and go to hell or am I really waking up to the sound of a screeching midget?"
Brittany held her breath while Rachel stared dumbly at the two women. Santana blinked the sleep from her eyes, yawned, and leaned into Brittany's warmth. It took less than thirty seconds for the brunette to realize where she was and whose skin her hands were loving the feel of. Santana's eyes shot open, dark gaze shifting between Rachel and Brittany in confusion. "Am I having a nightmare?"
"I'm just going to…" Rachel shut the door quickly and scampered away.
Brittany did not have the luxury of escaping Santana's building wrath. The blonde simply stared at Santana. Watched her features morph from confusion to curiosity to fear and finally settle on anger. "Why are you in your underwear? Why am I in my underwear? And what in the fucking hell are you touching me for?"
"I woke up with you on top of me! And I'm not the one who was being all handsy with the hands and the touching and stop staring at my stomach!" Brittany tried and failed to hide her delicious abs from Santana's swirling gaze.
"I wasn't staring!" Santana protested too quickly. Her wandering gaze involuntarily grazing over Brittany's scantily clad figure before settling angrily upon hazy blue.
"You totally checked me out just now!"
"I did not!" Santana watched sapphire eyes flicker to her chest and she growled. "You just looked at my boobs!"
Brittany glared, pretty pink lips pursed. "Yeah well, don't let it get to your oversized head but I do have eyes and you are mildly attractive."
Santana felt the blush seeping across her cheeks before she could suppress it. She scrambled uneasily to her feet. Leaning heavily against the sink when her vision whirled. She waited the twenty three seconds it took for her stomach to settle and the dizziness blurring her vision to dispel before opening her mouth, petty response on the tip of her razor sharp tongue.
"Britt? San?" Quinn's muffled voice trickled through the bathroom door. "Are you alright in there?"
"Yes!" The two women in question answered simultaneously.
Soft giggles came from behind the bathroom door. "Are you freaking out or should Rachel and I leave you alone for a few hours?"
"Way past freaking out in here, Fabray!" Santana barked.
Quinn laughed again, opening the bathroom door. Twinkling hazel eyes taking in her friends with growing amusement. She watched Santana lean against the sink, brown eyes frantic. She took in the full body flush along Brittany's scantily clad figure as the blonde perched delicately atop the edge of the tub. "I suppose you want to know what happened last night."
"Why am I in my underwear?" Brittany squeaked sheepishly.
Santana followed up with an agitated, "Tell me we didn't fuck."
"Brittany tends to turn into a stripper when she's drunk, self explanatory. And you," Quinn regarded Santana with an arched brow. "One minute you're putting on a show with Brittany and the next you're crying your eyes out. When I asked you what was wrong you mumbled something about lonely popsicles."
Brittany couldn't fight the giggle the statement forced out of her.
Santana glared at both blondes. "Tell. Me. We. Didn't. Fuck."
"Must you be so vulgar?" Quinn rolled her eyes. "No, Santana. Brittany calmed you down and held your hair while you puked your guts out. You didn't have sex. Well, actually, I'm pretty sure you didn't."
"I don't mean to intrude but," Rachel stood at the bathroom door wearing yesterday's clothing. She attempted to smooth the wrinkles from her ridiculously short skirt. "If we don't leave in approximately ten minutes we're going to be late for work and-"
Santana made a rude shushing noise, one hand held up in a halting gesture while she rubbed at the bridge of her nose with the other. "Why is Chatty Cathy here?"
"Quinn Fabray!" Brittany yelped, immediately cursing her outburst as pain coursed through her head. She pointed an accusatory finger at the other blonde. "You're screwing my secretary!"
A slow grin crawled across Quinn's face at the accusation. "Yes, yes I am."
"You have got to be shitting me." Santana blanched at the newfound information, pulling a face and gesturing dismissively at Rachel. "That is the secret lady love you wouldn't tell me about?"
Rachel's expression hardened at Santana's dismissive attitude. "Santana, I am standing right here. Firstly, the least you could do is acknowledge my presence. Secondly, I do not appreciate your insinuation that I am not good enough for Quinn. And finally, we now have seven minutes left before we will be late. I hope you and Brittany will be able to dress yourselves in time. I will be waiting in the car."
"Oh, one last thing." The sweet smile upon Rachel's lips failed to match the venom in her eyes. She glared briefly at Santana and pulled Quinn in for a very passionate, very forceful, and very satisfying kiss. She left Quinn staring glossy eyed after her.
Santana's furrowed brows and dumbstruck expression sent Brittany into a bout of giggles.