That Poor Defenseless Bunny
Santana leans back in her chair, arching her back in an attempt to stretch out the knots forming. She tilts her head and her neck cracks. Her eyes lazily look at her dorm bed and she’s so tempted to take a nap before class instead of studying.
But she won’t. She knows if she plans on getting into the nursing program next year she needs a damn A in her anatomy class. So she’ll sit here for an hour before her exam and try to cram as many rabbit muscles into her brain as possible.
She focuses on her laptop again and scrolls through the pictures. “Fuck you, rabbit. Fuck you and your acromiotrapezius.”
Santana smirks when she hears the familiar sounds of Brittany struggling to work the lock on her door. When she finally opens it she smiles triumphantly and skips inside. Santana quickly minimizes the screen. “Santana!” She automatically sits herself on top of Santana’s lap, wraps her arms around her neck, and greets her with a kiss.
Santana shows Brittany her genuine smile; the one that’s brought out when Brittany’s around. “Hey babe. What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to sleep here. With you. If that’s okay.”
Santana’s smile gets even brighter. “Of course it is. That’s why I broke the rules and made you a key, you can come over whenever you want. But I need to study for an hour and then I have the test at 7:30. So after that we can watch a movie or something?”
“Or…I can give you a massage. You seem kind of…tense.”
“I’m so okay with that. But yeah. Off! I need to study. My iPod’s on my bed if you want to play with it.”
She watches as Brittany bounces over to her bed and puts the iPod earphones in. Brittany immediately starts humming “I Want You” by Fefe Dobson. She even starts dancing a little.
Begrudgingly, Santana finally takes her eyes off of her girl and brings her pictures back up. “Mylohyoid, sternohyoid, sternothyroid, blah blah blah! They’re muscles. Why the hell does it matter what they’re called?”
Brittany giggles. She has no idea what Santana’s talking about but she loves that Santana can’t get through studying without complaining and swearing. She doesn’t understand why Santana studies so hard anyway. She’s super smart.
“Hey Santana?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you studying?”
“Muscles.”
“Can I see?”
“No!”
Brittany instinctually jumps up behind Santana but the Latina doesn’t notice. “Why not?”
“Because I said so, babe.”
Brittany peers over her shoulder and Santana isn’t quick enough to minimize it.
Brittany instantly bursts into tears. “Is that…Is that a bunny?!”
“No, B. It’s…a rabbit.”
Brittany’s crying intensifies. “Why is it cut up like that? Santana did you kill a bunny just to study it?”
“No-”
Brittany’s near hysterical. “That’s so mean!”
Santana finally slumps her shoulders and stands up. She embraces Brittany. “I’m sorry you saw that, okay? But I need you to calm down. I have to study and-”
“That poor defenseless...bunny…what’d he ever…do…to you?”
Ten minutes later and Brittany is still crying hard and mumbling incoherent things about the bunny. Santana watches the clock as precious studying time is wasted. She makes a decision.
Two minutes later and they are both down the hall, standing in front of Quinn’s dorm room. Santana can barely hear the voices coming from the inside over Brittany’s blubbering.
She knocks on the door repeatedly. “Go away if you know what’s good for you!”
Santana ignores Quinn’s threat and continues to knock. “Open the door, Quinn!”
The door whips open to reveal a very disheveled looking Quinn. “This better be a life or fucking death situation, Lopez.” Quinn softens just slightly when she sees Brittany is upset.
“It is. I need you to take care of Brittany until I’m done with my test.”
“What? No way!”
Santana ignores Quinn’s protest and pushes Brittany into the room. Rachel’s sitting on Quinn’s bed, looking a little messy herself. Santana forces Brittany into Rachel’s arms.
The Latina marches back out and Quinn follows her. “Santana! Get your ass back here and take Brittany!”
“No.”
“I haven’t seen Rachel in over two weeks, Santana! Two weeks! And after this I won’t be able to see her again for another three.”
Santana turns on Quinn. “I am asking you for two hours, tops. Besides, you owe me.”
“I do not.”
“Quinn you’re my best friend.”
“So?”
“I drove with you for five hours so you could surprise Rachel with those damn Broadway tickets.”
“One time!”
“I helped you run off your baby weight.”
“Back in high school!”
“When you broke your hand I had sex with Rachel to make sure she stayed satisfied.”
“Wait- what?”
“Obviously I’m kidding about that last one. But really Quinn I need you to do this for me. I’ll pick her up by eight which will give you plenty of time to screw manhands.”
Quinn’s about to tell Santana not to call her that but she’s already gone back into her room.
The blonde sighs and runs a hand through her hair before returning to her own room.
“Brittany…shhhh…it’s okay! The rabbits are already dead when they find them to dissect them,” Rachel says.
Brittany’s response is to cry harder. Quinn rolls her eyes. “Way to go, Rachel. Come here Brittany.”
By 8:30, Santana’s done with her test. She aced it of course.
She stands in front of Quinn’s dorm and hesitates slightly. She’s almost positive Quinn is going to bitch her out. She’s not scared or anything, but the blonde can be annoying when she’s mad.
She finally opens the door and she gets shushed by all three girls cuddling on the bed; Brittany’s in the middle. Brittany yawns, “Come join us!”
“Maybe we should get going-”
“No way! We’re in the middle of the Alice movie. Quinn said I’d love it. I love the little white rabbit with the clock.”
Quinn smiles. “It’s fine, S.”
“I’m hungry!” Brittany announces.
Rachel nods enthusiastically. “It seems to be an appropriate time for snacks!”
Quinn rolls her eyes. “There are different types of chips in my closet.”
Both girls jump up and start searching through the closet.
“Thanks, Q. We’re even now.”
“Yeah yeah, Lopez. Whatever you say.”
They overhear Rachel and Brittany as they search for chips. “There are only two kinds of chips here. Quinn made it sound like there was a plethora to choose from!”
“Brittany! High five for using the word plethora!”
Santana and Quinn both groan. “Our girlfriends are such dorks.”
“Speak for yourself, Q. My girl is a hottie.”
“Have you heard Rachel sing?”
“Have you seen Brittany dance?”
“God, fine. Both our girls are amazing.”
Santana looks over at Brittany. “Yeah, they are.”
“Are you done with studying?”
Santana smirks and checks out Brittany’s ass. “Oh no. I plan on studying all night.”
“That was the worst sexual innuendo I’ve ever heard.”
END
by the way, i have a Buffy/Glee story that has 5 chapters up already if you are interested in reading it. First chapter is here: spashley20.livejournal.com/16947.html