Santana's POV
Brittany and I laid in her bed until the morning with her bare arms and legs wrapped around me. When the sunlight shined through her floral curtains and poured on our half-naked bodies laying on top of the covers, I knew it was going to be alright. As long as she's with me.
Our sleep was interrupted by the sound of my phone's ringtone blaring through the air. I felt Britt's head move a little bit under my chin and my eyes squeezed shut, trying to ignore the sound, but I eventually gave in.
"Hey mom," I half-whispered, and Brittany lifted her head and stared at me, running her fingers through her long blonde hair lazily.
"Honey, are you at school? It's eight thirty." My mom's voice rang through the speakers and I banged my head on the headboard behind me.
"Of course mom, I slept over at Britt's by the way," I said, slapping my hand on my forehead and closing my eyes.
"I figured. Tell her mother I said thank you!" And with that she hung up the phone. There was along silence, until I finally broke it.
"Britt, it's eight o'clock," I said, my hand still on my forehead. All I got in response was a long groan and I felt her nuzzle into the crook of my neck. "Damn, we gotta get up."
I shuffled my way out of her grasp and shivered as the cool breeze hit my half-naked body. I scoured the room until I found the shirt I had worn last night and pulled it over my bare-naked chest. I ruffled through Britt's dresser and pulled out some dark gray Cheerios sweatpants and pulled them on.
"Come on, your mom's gonna be so pissed," I whined, grabbing Britt's pale hand and pulling her out of the bed until she toppled on the floor.
Finally, after about a half an hour, we walked down the flight of carpeted stairs until we reached the dark-cabineted kitchen.
"You have some explaining to do Brittany." I heard a stern voice coming from the doorway behind us. It was Britt's mom, dressed in Lululemon work-out clothes and her light blonde hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Her face had a you just got busted look.
Britt's face turned red and she hid her face in her hands immediately, leaving me staring at the floor, morning-after hair and all.
"Honey, it's not your fault. I don't blame you at all." She said, walking over to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders, glaring at the blonde sitting in a stool with her head on the counter. "I mean wow, you two are loud."
"Mom!" Brittany yelled, spinning around in her chair. Her mom flung her hands up in defense.
"I don't mind. Now, explain why you aren't in school." She said, pulling her daughter into a reluctant hug.
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I pulled my car into my usual spot in the parking lot just behind the football field, glancing at Britt, who was texting her mom, letting her know she's at school safe. We got out of the car and smoothed out our uniforms before heading in the school, pinkies locked.
"Puck!" I shouted, and jogged over to the mohawked boy standing at his locker.
"What's up Lopez?" He asked, looking me up and down. I looked at him in disgust.
"We need to talk. About us." I motioned between us with my finger, glaring at him.
"What about us?" He asked, wrapping his hand around mine and leaning against the locker. I shook his hand off of mine and crossed my arms.
"It's over. I can't do it anymore with you." I said, shifting my arms.
"Aw, come on, you know you enjoy it," he said with a huge smirk, attempting to play with my skirt, shortly before my hand came down to block it.
"Please don't speak to me. Ever." And with that, I turned around and pushed my way down the crowded hallway.
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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...
