Santana's POV
I pulled on my Cheerios top along with my ruffled red skirt. Should I wear the matching pants? Nah. Those are for the winter, and it's April.
"Sanny?" I heard a voice whisper from outside my bathroom stall door. I cautiously looked through the crack between the door and saw a pair of blue eyes staring at me.
"Britt, what the hell?" I whispered, opening the stall door and pulling her in.
"You still haven't told me what's up with you. Why are you changing in the stall? I left some M&Ms in your locker because you are sad." She said, gazing into my chocolate brown eyes. I sighed and turned around, ruffling through my bag for my white sneakers.
"I'll tell you later, let's just go to practice now."
"Well, after practice, you can come over! We can put on Sweet Valley High and cuddle like we used to. My mom and dad are at Ashley's soccer awards ceremony," she said, getting so excited her blonde ponytail bounced on her shoulders. I turned around and smiled at her.
"Sounds like a plan."
She smiled back and pivoted on her right foot, bounding out of the stall into the now empty locker room. "Do you still want those M&Ms?"
"I think I can wait until after practice. I don't wanna make Coach mad on my first day back."
"Oh my god San, your legs... and your arms!" She grabbed my wrist to pull my body closer to hers so she could inspect my arm. I felt her breath on my skin, making my hair stand up on end.
I shook my head and smiled. "It's nothing. Just some cat scratches, that's all."
"I knew it. Lord Tubbington is up to his ponzi schemes again. Sorry if he broke into your house."
"Don't worry about it. He never liked me anyway. Now let's go, we're gonna be late." We linked pinkies and headed out the door to the football field.
*
"That was torture!" I sighed, plopping down into the passenger seat of Quinn's BMW.
"Yeah, she went a little hard on you for your first day back. Don't worry about it. Everyone's happy to see you back." Quinn said, patting my leg. "By the way, where's Brittany?"
"Oh, she's getting M&Ms from my locker. She forgot to get them." I replied. She scrunched her eyebrows.
"You guys are the weirdest people I've ever met."
*
Brittany's laughter filled the room as I buried my fingers into her ribs, tickling her so hard she fell off the bed. "Stop Sanny, I can't breathe!"
"Say the magic word!" I yelled over her screeches.
"Vanilla pudding!"
I shook my head.
"Chocolate pudding!"
I shook my head again, a grin plastered on my face.
"Oil spills caused by the marines!"
"No! It was cricket, but I'll stop just because I like you." I said, letting go of her. She rolled off the bed in a heap, still rolling around laughing.
"I was close!" She yelled. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, pulling me off her bed and on the floor next to her. She wrapped her bare leg around my waist and buried her face into the crook of my neck. "Never leave."
I leaned my head against hers, sighing and kissing her salty forehead. "I won't. But, your parents will be home soon, and I have homework to do."
Her head lifted off my neck and her eyes made contact with mine. "Help me with mine! I really need help, and I only like when you do it with me. I'm sure my parents won't mind."
"Okay, fine. But get off of me, would'ja?" I shoved her leg off of my body and stood up, staring down at her. My face contorted into a grin just as she pulled me back down again.
*
Puck's POV
I knocked on Santana's front door a couple times as I shivered in the cool breeze of the evening air. Damn, this neighborhood is shady, I thought, as I glanced around to see sketchy guys slinking around front yards with their hoods up.
"Come on," I muttered, and texted Santana.
Puckerman: Are you home right now?
Satan: No, at Britt's for the night
Puckerman: Well, I need some sucky-sucky right now, so can you drop by my house?
Satan: You have hands! Now leave me alone
Puckerman: Fine, but I'm expecting nothing short of a quickie in the guys locker room at 2:45 sharp tomorrow.
No reply. Not even a read receipt. If she wants to play hard to get, then I'm just fine with that.
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believe in me | santana x brittany
Fanfiction. . . Santana Lopez has been keeping a secret hidden for years. She hasn't even told her best friend, Brittany, who's stood by her since they were seven years old. When she joins the school's Glee club, she finds out that people are more accepting t...
