showstopper (santana x reader)

casual

a.n: it's been quite a while since i released the last chapter to this, but oh well

i haven't spell/grammar checked this yet, so please ignore any mistakes you might see because i'll probably fix them when i have time

enjoy x

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My back slammed against the wall- I could hear various objects on a shelf next to me clatter about thanks to the impact. The janitor's closet was small and still quite dusty, but I had found myself spending more time in it. Well, when I say 'myself', I really mean 'ourselves'.

Santana's kisses were deep and quick. Her hands were placed on my hips as she brought our bodies closer. Our short breaths and small noises filled the silence- things were getting heated. Her lips moved to my neck when I lifted my head up. Although my mouth was open, and a small sound of pleasure escaped it, I put my hand on the back of her head.

"At school?" I said breathlessly, a smile on my face.

"You know I couldn't wait until tonight,"

I cupped her face with my hands again and made our foreheads touch. "I can't wait to celebrate our five weeks of being casual, too. But not here,"

"Of course, of course," she laughed.

I stroked her lips with a kiss. She did too, and things started getting heavier again. As we were kissing, the sound of footsteps came from the door. Santana pulled back quickly, put her finger on my lips and held her breath. It subsided soon after, and we both looked at eachother and laughed again.

"Okay, as much as I'd like to stay and make out with you more, I really should go," Santana smirked.

"Fine, if you must," I joked. "But I'm making up for it later."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. You should watch out- I'm coming for you."

She laughed. "I know you are."

Giving me one last kiss, Santana brushed herself off, tightened her ponytail and left the closet.

Being casual with Santana was great. It was hard to believe we had been doing it for thirty five days- which, if my math isn't wrong (and it never is), that means I've been with her nineteen times. I never really believed the people who said good sex means a good life, but now I do. It's like I'm glowing, or something- and it seems that it's having the same effect on Santana.

She's laughing a lot more. At least around me, anyway. And she's been doing better in her cheer, probably because of the extra cardio. But I've started noticing things about her that I never picked up on before.

Santana's really insecure. Not in her looks, because she's hot and she knows it, but more like in herself. She doesn't like making eye contact, and whenever we finish up she doesn't like wasting much time afterwards. I never get to do anything to her- I think it's because she still needs to come to terms with being lesbian, so she wants to be in control. I'm not complaining... I just wish it wasn't for that reason.

But whatever. At the end of the day, we're casual. Isn't sex-only the whole point of it?

I stepped out of the janitors closet and sneaked into my class.

"Miss Puckerman, a twenty minute bathroom break?"

"I couldn't find a tampon." I claimed, sitting down in my seat.

The teacher's face turned slightly red as he tried to think of something to say back. Unzipping my bag, I looked up at him.

"What? Are you scared of periods or something?"

"Oh, n-no, I-I'm just..." he stammered. "Uh, class, just get on with the work on the board."

I smiled to myself and pulled out a textbook. Mercedes, who was sat on the desk next to me, pulled a face.

"Girl, you know full well you weren't looking for a tampon."

"But he doesn't," I smirked.

I put my index finger up to my lips like Santana did before and winked. She laughed, and the rest of the lesson carried on like normal.

***

"Y/N, I think it's time we start discussing something important." Miss Pillsbury began.

She bent down into her handbag and pulled out a large stash of leaflets onto the desk.

"Colleges."

Staring down at the pieces of papers, my eyes drifted back to hers. "Really?"

Before I could even finish my single word sentence, the woman was already organising them into several neat, straight columns.

"Yes, really,"

Sucking my teeth, I picked up one from a pile on the left. I opened it and started reading. She plucked it out of my hands straight away.

"Not those ones!" she exclaimed, pushing one stack closer towards me. "These."

I looked back down at them.

"These are the best colleges possible to attend. We really think these would push you to your capabilities." she smiled.

"Why do I have to look at these now? I've got a good amount of time before I graduate."

My fingers flicked through them. Princeton, Brown, Yale. All of the stereotypical Ivys.

"Well, we think it'd be best to prepare you now. You've spent most of your academic life without competition- now there will be, and we need to get you used to it. Plus, you need to build up your application resume, get your course sorted out, figure out possible scholarships, all of the above,"

Miss Pillsbury sat tense and upright in her seat. She started nervously straightening the stacks into perfect right-angles again.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm prefectly fine," she said quickly. "I'm just... absorbing all of the stress you should be feeling,"

"Miss Pillsbury, you're fine- I'll get it sorted. I've got other things on my mind right now."

I wasn't going to share what things they were, and it would be best if she didn't ask about them, either.

"Y/N, I hope you know just how much this means."

"To you? Yeah, I've heard that a lot."

"I mean... you're like no one we've ever had at this school. I don't want to see all of your potential get wasted."

I scooped up the Ivy League leaflets and stood from my seat. "I'll work on it, okay?"

Shortly after, I left her office, slightly slamming the door. She rose from her cushioned chair to call something out to me, but failed to articulate any words.

***

I was still really annoyed for the rest of the day. When the final bell had rung, I was at my locker, putting my textbooks back in. I suppose I was frowning, because Santana, who was lingering nearby, picked up on my face.

"What's up with you?" she asked.

I sighed. "Nothing, just stressed I guess."

"Well maybe I'll be able to relieve your tensions at 8:00 tonight?"

Her fingers grazed against my arm. I looked at her and smiled.

"Yeah, maybe you can."

Santana gaved me one last flirty look and walked away. I began to feel my face heat up. With a stupid smile still on my face, I shut my locker door.