Forsaking all the rest

Chapter 2: Showmance

(Brittany)

"God Bless the perv who invented these."

I smile as Santana makes a twirl and shows off her panties in the process. I try not to look at her underwear in the same way as the guys probably do, but they're just so... soft. I chew my lip as my eyes travel down her ass, concentrating on not thinking about how hard she must've trained to get it so-

"Remember the power motto girls;" Quinn says as if she's Tyra Banks.

"It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing!" We all chant smiling at each other, and Santana's ass, apparently. Well, it's hard no to see it. It's so obviously there! My thoughts are lost in the sea of skirts from all of the cheerios dancing and shaking it like crazy – me included.

"Back it up like a dump truck, baby!" It's hard to keep my eyes off of any of the girls. All of the cheerios, as they, well, we, call ourselves, work out six days a week. That means their behinds, and legs, and chests looks really good. Which means it's really, really hard not to stare if you think they look good. I do it shamelessly in the locker room, but I feel it's a bit inappropriate during something called celibacy club. I'm not sure why it's named after a vegetable, but it's mainly about not looking at each others asses, because apparently, God says so. My grandma used to read the bible to me every night when she lived with us a few years back so that I would fall asleep quicker, but I still can't recall it ever saying something like that.

I lean on one of the desks as the boys walk in, Finn leading the group with Puckerman right behind him. Sometimes I wonder what they talk about in the locker rooms. Because if it's just like us girls, asking opinions on brah's, boobs and help with stretching, then I would really like to be a guy. Besides, being best friends with Finn wouldn't be that bad – he's so nice to all the cheerios. I grin when Miles from Spanish asks me to be his partner. I agree, and jump up to join him on the floor, giggling at the balloon in his hands.

"Okay everyone," Quinn says and makes me snap back to focus on her filling up a balloon. "Let's pair up for the Emaculate effecting..." I choke back a giggle, that is immediately killed by Quinn's evil eye. "If you break the balloon the sound makes the angels cry." I swallow hard, worried about a sound that scary.

"I really like yellow," I tell Miles, batting my eyelashes for full effect like Santana told the cheerios to do just yesterday. It works. His smile grows ten times.

"Me too."

"Stop it!" My head turns to the angry bark of Santana. Puck is humping their balloon like crazy, and she looks angry, trying to back away from him, but he holds her in a firm grip by the shoulders.

"Take it!" he grins. I drop my hands from Miles' shoulders, wondering if I should do something when Finn's balloon pops and everyone's attention is directed towards the It couple instead. I see Santana smack away the balloon and Puck being mesmerized by the fact that Quinn is yelling at her boyfriend.

Santana catches my eye, roll hers and do a quick up and down glance of Miles. Then she raises an eyebrow and smiles encouragingly, so I step a little closer to him as that scary girl who's after Finn – I think her name's Midget, which is weird – holds a speech and tells us that everyone wants to have sex. Quinn looks baffled, but I just nod my head, smiling at Miles. He blushes and looks at Rachel again, which I guess means he got the message. I wouldn't mind Miles. He's sweet. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold, as Santana has put it. I need to put out to keep it alive and breathing.

As me and Miles are about to leave the classroom Quinn comes up beside me, smiling at him.

"Give us a sec, will you?" she says sweetly, and he nods at me, and stumbles away, mesmerized by having been talked to directly by the head cheerleader.