Paperweight

Chapter 7

"Santana Jennifer Lopez, wake up you lazy excuse for a human being."

Of the many ways Santana would like to be woken up at 7am on a Saturday morning, Quinn Fabray hammering on her bedroom door and screeching at her is somewhere near the bottom of the list. Below Puck kicking down her door and strolling in serenading her with Sweet Caroline, but above having to listen to Kurt and Rachel squabble about who sang Defying Gravity better in sophomore year. Both of which have actually happened. The diva-off was fucking years ago, but apparently The Gayberry Twins can't let it go.

"Santana, seriously, you need to get up or you'll be late for work. Get out or I'll send Rachel in there."

Why the fuck is Berry suddenly constantly in their apartment? Santana gets enough of the irritatingly loud dwarf the few times a week she sees her, she doesn't need her setting up hobbit camp in their living room.

Then Santana remembers last night. Kurt fucking off with Sebastian, Brittany pouncing on her in the club toilets, her subsequent freaking out. Classy, Santana groans to herself, burying her head deeper into her pillow. Actually, if Kurt brought Sebastian back to the apartment he shares with Rachel, that would probably explain the annoying singing she can now hear drifting through from the kitchen. Kurt's not exactly quiet, as Santana unfortunately discovered by walking in on him and Blaine last year, so she doesn't blame Rachel for not wanting to be kept awake by that.

She opens her eyes and rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling. She kissed Brittany last night. Again. Well, technically Brittany kissed her, but it's not like she gave Santana much of a choice. She shuts her eyes again, for once just letting herself remember the way Brittany's body felt against hers, how Brittany's lips tasted, how Brittany sounded whimpering into her ear. She can almost still feel Brittany's lips on her neck, or her chest pressing against Santana's. When the telltale tugs of arousal begin in her stomach, she opens her eyes again, steeling herself.

This has to stop. For good.

She is going to find Brittany at some point today and tell her it was a mistake.

Developing feelings for her employee she can handle. Kissing said employee not once, but two times, she can't. If anyone finds out, she would be the one to take the blame, but she would also have to fire Brittany, and she won't be able to deal with the guilt of basically ruining Brittany's career. She'd ruin the reputation of Lopez-Fabray Design as well, which she can do to herself, but not to Brittany.

She also wouldn't be able to deal with the disappointment she'd get from Quinn. As much as they bicker and fight and insult each other, Quinn is Santana's best friend, and the closest thing she has to a real family.

If it wasn't for Quinn, Santana would probably still be stuck in Lima, back in Ohio, drinking herself to an early grave, pushing away anyone that tried to come too close. Quinn was the one to pick the pieces of her up off the floor after Spencer broke her heart, and gave her the motivation to start putting herself back together.

She can't get involved with Brittany. No matter how much she might want to.

Santana slowly drags herself out of bed, thankful her headache isn't too bad. Or at least, isn't too bad until Rachel's badgering Quinn pays off, and the two of them burst into a loud rendition of I Feel Pretty/Unpretty, the mash-up that won their Glee Club Regionals in Junior Year. She staggers into the kitchen debating if she should just stab them with a knife, or get creative with the electric whisk.

"Good morning Santana!" Rachel trills, while flipping a pancake in the pan she's holding.

"Do you live here now or something?" Santana gives her a withering glare, ignoring her greeting, before making a beeline for the coffee machine.